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Introduction: Read and Laugh A class of elementary school kids is flying to D.C. with their teacher. Also on the plane are a lawyer and a Catholic Priest. Half way through the trip, the captain comes on the intercom and says that the plane is going down and everyone has to jump. The Teacher yells out "Save the Children!" The Lawyer says "Fuck the Children!" The Priest says "Do we have enough Time?" ----------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- A White guy A Black guy and A Chinese guy are all window washers cleaning the same window on a penthouse apartment. A beautiful woman walks up to the window, opens it and says to them, "My dad just died, but I don't get my inheritance unless I'm married. So, I'm going to let each one of you fuck me and whoever makes me scream the loudest is the one I will marry." The Black guy steps forward and says "I'll go first." After about 5 minutes the other two hear a moan or two and the black guy comes back out. The White guy says "I'm next." After about 10 minutes the others hear a small scream. The white guy comes out thinking to himself 'At least I did better then the black guy.' The Chinese guy says "My turn now." He's in there for not even 30 seconds before the lady starts screaming her head off. The Chinese guy comes back out with a big smile on his face, and the other two ask him "How did you do that?!?" The Chinese guy just looks at them and says with a grin, "Me Chinese, Me So Slick, Me Put Windex On My Dick." (^^) This is my first post so please be kind in your comments, if anyone even leaves one.
Introduction: Very fun sleepover "Have a nice time Johnny," screamed my mom as I walk away from the car. "And don't forget to say thank you." "I won't," yelled John as he ran towards his friend's house, he was 15 years old at 5'10" 130 pound frame with white skin and brown hair. John approached the front door and knocked. His friend's mother answered the door. She was 35 years old and about 5'4" and about 100 pounds, I couldn't believe her husband would divorce her. She had a knockout frame with long, shapely legs leading up to a full, round ass. All of this was accented by her pretty, little Asian face framed by long, black hair that went down to her protruding boobs that Daniel guessed to be a high B-cup to a low C-cup. "Hello Daniel, you can come in, David is in his room," said David's mom, Moon. Daniel walked down the hall and entered a room 2 doors down on the right. Once inside he saw his friend playing a video game. His friend was 15-years-old, an Asian like his mom and around the same height while he weighed 120 pounds with the same straight black hair. He joined in until they got tired of it and went into the kitchen to get something to eat. They took their snacks into David's family room. Once inside, Daniel set his sites on one of the most beautiful things. Moon was sitting there on the seat watching television. As Daniel took his seat on the couch next to David he was glad he brought the bag of chips with him. Moon and David was concentrating of the television, but Daniel could careless. He was looking over at Moon who was wearing a small, kimono style top and a pair of matching short shorts. Daniel sat there his erection causing a tent in his basketball shorts, which he blocked by the bag of chips. "Well, guys I'm going to turn in," said Moon as she got up and walked toward the hall. "G'night, Mom," said David. "Good night, Ms. Wu," said Daniel as he watched her round ass sway side to side as she walked to the hall. Daniel and David sat there for another half hour until David got up and started walking towards his room so Daniel followed. Once inside David turned on his computer and went onto the Internet. Daniel saw him go onto a porn website. "What do you want to look at Daniel?" Daniel looked over the categories and chose the Asian page. "Your racist," joked David. They looked at all different kinds of Asian women. Some big, some small, some with cocks in some of their holes, some just posing by themselves, some with hairy bushes, some with no hair, some with huge tits and some with small tits. After about a half hour David said he had to wank one off, but Daniel said he wanted to save it cause he joked that he was going to get some action sometime soon. Daniel turned on the television while David behind him had whipped out his cock and soon he started moaning softly. Daniel turned around and was shocked at what he saw. There was his friend wanking his erect cock with a mass of black hair and swinging balls when Daniel thought he went to the bathroom to do it. David was really pumping his cock furiously now and then his cock started to spasm. His cock started to pump out pearly white cum flying all over his stomach while the rest dribbled down his cock. David got tissues and started to clean himself off while his cock went limp. After that it was really awkward watching television. About an hour later Daniel looked over at David who was sound asleep. Then he turned around as he heard the door click open as Moon looked in to check if they were awake. She saw David asleep and Daniel looking at her. "Daniel, come here," whispered Moon. Daniel got up and walked out the bedroom door to where Moon was waiting for him in the hall. "Daniel my feet really hurt and I really need a massaged, if this isn't too awkward can you do it unless you don't want to," said Moon. "I'll do it Ms. Wu," said Daniel. "That's great Daniel, now follow me and you can call me Moon." Daniel followed her to the door next to David's room. As he entered he realized it was Moon's bedroom. She lay face down on her bed, her tits squishing against the soft mattress as Daniel walked over. He took the first foot and started to rub it. Moon was letting out soft moans as Daniel worked his hands over her smooth feet. After Daniel worked over both her feet for no reason he could realize he sucked each of her toes. "Can you please rub my back also?" moaned Moon. "Okay," said Daniel. Daniel worked her back until every inch was massaged. "Uh Daniel you don't know how bad I needed that," said Moon. "Anytime," said Daniel. "Let me ask you a question Daniel." "Okay Moon." "Well, how big do you think my breasts are?" Daniel was shocked, but he answered. "I think they are a high B-cup or low C-cup." "Really, because they are actually 34D." "No way." "Yeah they are look at the tag on the back of my bra," said Moon as she took off her kimono top to reveal a tiny little red bra. Daniel looked on the tag and read "34D". "Holy crap they are huge," said Daniel, but he was really happy about the better view of her tits as his cock started to rise. "Thank you," said Moon while giggling like a little schoolgirl. She turned back around and looked at Daniel. Daniel looked at her beautiful face and at the moment she moved in and started kissing him. Their tongues were battling inside each other's mouth. They made out for about 10 minutes until Moon broke it off. She started removing Daniel shirt and in doing so revealed his 4 pack. She ran her hand over them and moaned in approval. She then pulled down his shorts revealing his boxers. She then took off her short shorts revealing a tiny little red thong. She laid back and told Daniel to come and get it. So Daniel went over and massaged her shoulders then went past her tits to rub her stomach and licked her navel. He then went past her thong and thong and massaged her legs. He then ripped off her bra and out popped the two most beautiful tits Daniel ever saw even counting from the porn sites. They were round with no sag, which was weird since she was aging, but then again she didn't age much either. They had brown areolas with long half-inch nipples. He massaged each of them then he went and sucked them. He sucked on the nipples and licked every inch of each of them. He then went down and pulled off her thong. That revealed the prettiest pussy ever that had just a small bit of hair above it. He fingered her for a little, each time he entered she let out a small moan. Then licked around her lips until he started tongue fucking her. He kept fucking her with his tongue until she started shaking violently. "I'm going to cum!" said Moon. She then let out a loud moan as her juices flowed out all over Daniel's face and her thighs. Daniel thought she tasted sweet and finally the juices stopped flowing. "You don't know how long it has been since someone else brought me to an organism," said Moon. "I'm so glad I could do it for you," said Daniel. "Well now it's my turn," said Moon as she pushed Daniel over. She slowly pulled down his boxers and out popped his cock. "Oh my look at this, that is one big cock," exclaimed Moon. She then slowly took her soft hand and ran it up and down the long cock. Daniel shuddered in sheer bliss as she worked his cock with one hand and the other worked his large, hairy balls. After awhile she slowly licked a bead of precum off the head of his cock. She then licked the whole head and all around the shaft. She then sucked each ball one at a time in her mouth. Then she slowly went down on his cock. She went down and down until her nose was in his curly, brown pubic hair. She then sucked him deep throat until his moaning got faster and faster. "I'm cumming!" exclaimed Daniel. She took the cock out of her mouth, started stroking it and opened her mouth awaiting the cum. The cock spasmed in her hand as cum shot out, the first shot hit her nose, the second her cheek, and the last 3 into her mouth then she took the cock and sucked it dry. Moon looked so hot with her face covered in his cum. "Yum that tastes so good," said Moon. "Uh that was the best blowjob ever," said Daniel. Daniel was still partially erect, but then Moon made sure he was hard. She took his cock and played with it until it was hard. "Fuck me Daniel," said Moon. Then Moon squatted over Daniel's cock. She slowly impaled herself on it until it was stuffed to the hilt. "Oh God Daniel it feels so big." "You like that don't you, you little slut." Daniel loved the site of Moon rocking up and down and the way her boobs shook up and down. "You love how my tits bounce don't you, you stud." Right then Moon had an organism. "Oh you love my cock don't you, you organism whore." Moon cummed 3 more times until Daniel felt that familiar tingling in his balls. After a couple of minutes Daniel couldn't hold back. "I'm going to cum Moon." "Cum in me, fill me with you sperm." Daniel shoved his cock to the hilt and let loose. His cum flowed into her pussy while her cum flowed against it. Moon let out a scream at her biggest organism of the night. "Uhhhh, that was amazing," said Moon. "Yeah it was," said Daniel as his limp cock slipped out of her pussy. She then took his cock and sucked the cock clean. She continued playing with it until it was hard then the door clicked. "I heard you scream mom is everything all righ…" said David as he walked in and saw his mom stroking his friend's cock. "Daniel! I know you said you would get some action soon, but I didn't think it meant tonight," joked David, "Mom if you doing him you going to do me to." "But that would be incest," said Moon. "But your doing it with a minor," said David. "Fine then come here," said Moon. He walked over, took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed. His stiff little cock sticking straight up. "Daniel take out the KY in the dresser," said Moon. He got the KY and asked where. She said her ass as she turned over and went on her hands and knees. He saw her beautiful round ass and her cute little brown star. He took the KY and fingered her little asshole. Meanwhile, he looked up and saw her sucking her son's cock. After awhile she stopped and David asked why. "Well, you can fuck my pussy and Daniel can fuck my ass." She got off the bed and stood there and Daniel and David came over. David slipped his cock in quick because the whole was still stretched because of Daniel, but Daniel slowly entered her ass to cause he less pain. When he was fully in David and Daniel both started fucking their hole. They felt each other's cock through the thin layer of skin, which made it hotter. After 10 minutes David cummed and Daniel was still going. After his mom sucked him clean David said he was done so he went back to bed and Moon said she didn't want it up the ass anymore. "Where should I put it?" asked Daniel. "Fuck my tits," exclaimed Moon. So she went to the bed and lay down. Daniel then sat on her so his cock was between the 2 massive globes. Moon pressed her tits together and Daniel rocked back and worth. He loved the feeling between her tits, but he felt the familiar sensation and said he was cumming. "Stand up and cum on my tits." So he stood up and felt all-powerful when he looked down at the cut little Asian watching him stroke his long, white cock. He then let loose all the cum he had left in his large balls. His first 2 shots hit her in the directly in the face while the last couple landed on her tits. She sucked the cock dry and didn't clean her face or tits. They lay down on her cum covered bed with the scent of sex in the air they fell asleep. Daniel woke up the next morning with a cute little Asian in his arms. She woke up and she turned around. He saw her face with dried cum on it and her huge tits with dried cum too. They heard knocking at the front door. "Must be my mom." "Ok well I hope you can sleepover many more times." "I'll be sure to." After putting on his clothes he walked towards the bedroom door. Remembering what his mom told him. "Thank you." He walked out the front door. "Did you have fun honey?" said Daniel's mom. "You bet I did and they said I can stay over any night I want." Leave comments for Part 2
Introduction: Sarah spent the morning maintaining herself. Protein bar and her tea for breakfast. A long soaking Steam shower in her own Bathroom Sarah spent the morning maintaining herself. Protein bar and her tea for breakfast. A long soaking Steam shower in her own Bathroom. She read the instructions as to how it was supposed to work from the weatherproof tablet function screen. Next she did some minor waxing. Arm pits, legs, coochie. To make sure she was virginal smooth. Normally she had help from mother for her crotch and back door area. But having to do it solo. She did what she could see. From Pandora on her computer she plugged into the rather masculine stereo in the big room and cranked up the Irish Punk station she built. Flannagans, Dropkick and the Dreadnoughts bounced off the walls as she did a full ninety minutes worth of nude yoga. It felt like ages since she had done it last so she doubled up toa full 90 minutes on the experience. Feeling only slightly rubbery. She then put on some spandex pants and a sports bra. Found her socks and beat up trainers. She went out the garage. Looking for a spare remote and not having much luck she noted the model for the Garage Door opener. Finding a 12' tablet in a holder on the wall. she exited the security keypad window, then did an internet search. Turns out all she needed to do was download an app then while holding the button by the inside door, then select a pin on her phone. Slipping it into her arm band. Bluetoothing to her headphones she went for a run. No Homeless folks to avoid, or panhandlers to try to pace her. The latter usually trying to cop a feel. Outright ask for sex and once, try to rob her. She didn't realize she had run for almost an hour. She started missing her days when she was still going to school before Robbie. Her old friends, tennis and LaCross. Missing Robbie even more than the rest, she was crying by the time she slowed up in the drive and punched the button on her phone's app. The closest door, where Philip's work truck was parked all weekend opened. Curious, she walked to the Tesla SUV. There was a note taped to the drivers window. Sorry Darling, no drivers license no car That made her giggle. He's smarter than he looks. Sweaty and feeling gross she went in ready for another shower. Grumbling about not having an actual bath to soak in. she almost missed the Big teak wood square just off the back deck. She saw the large oblong white leather cover through the window over the sink while getting some water. Walking out the patio door beside the kitchen topless, she undid the hasps and pulled the handle. The cover slid effortlessly around and folded itself into storage. The Oval shaped Hot tub could easily fit 8 people, 12 if they were closer to her size. Holy Shit! She belted out to no one in particular. Checking the simple to use control board. Water temp reading 101F she hit the auto jet function, rolled off the sticky pants she was wearing. Put her phone and band gently down in the bin. Then cannon balled into the middle of the frothy pool. She lay there floating and letting the massage jets push her around, eyes closed for a long while. Her phone chirped indicating a text. Standing naked, if there were any neighbors, they would get an eye full. Hey It's Rachael. Are we still on for today? I have soccer from 2-3:30 you said you would call me an Uber? I can pay you back, let me know. XOXO She stood in the tub and sent back a nude selfie. Wet hair pushed back. Big silly grin on her face Top half out of the water. Nipples hard, areola puffed out to perfection Bottom half completely visible in the clear water. And the caption The Uber will text you when it's close. I'm waiting. With a winking face emoji. She got an immediate reply of OH Fuck! Then God Damnit you are sexy! Followed with You seriously have a fucking Hot Tub??????? hold on. Several minutes went by before her phone chirped again. There were three pictures. Rachael Showing off her Saint Katheryn's school uni. Blazer, white blouse, ribbon bow tie, pleated skirt and knee length argyle socks. Black flats. The next was of a pair of small milky white tits. Blouse open, pulled up out of her bra cups. Pencil eraser nipples pointing at the camera. Last. Her black panties pulled aside, pussy bare. Some hairs surrounding it. Not enough to need shave or waxed Sarah replied with a shot of her ass. She had bent over the side of the tub to make it pop. One leg up on the leather pad ringing the semi-shallow pool. She was holding her pussy lips from the front so her holes were both visible in the photo. Rachael replied with :That's enough. If I get caught with nudes on my phone I'll be grounded for an eon and several winking faces… Sarah sent a swak and "See you soon Baby". Sarah also sent her two nudie pix to Philip. Captioning with "I hope you don't mind. I jumped in the hot tub". And "Did I miss anything? I did a touch up wax today" She was already out of the tub and adjusting the water temps for her second shower of the day when he sent OH God! And No it's perfect. She smiled. Then sent one more of just her kiss puckered face with "You're the best, Daddy" She skipped the shower. Smelling of clean chlorinated water, she put on her lavender sun dress with a floral print pattern and left her hair shaggy to dry. After setting up the Uber, She made some lunch. It was kind of late. So Peanut Butter and Marsh mellow cream and half a banana. The other half she put in an air tight container and popped it into the freezer. Only having another hour or so, she went to the big room and found two TV remotes. The black one she knew was for the one mounted over the small gas fire mantel. Curious about the one painted red. She pushed the on button. An enormous screen lowered itself from a hidden area in the copper tiles and the copper colored box near the ceiling fan projected sports center onto the screen as the glass panel wall turned smokey opaque dimming the room. She called up some on demand lesbian porn looking for inspiration. Having only followed unimaginative direction from her mother when she was in bed with her. Sarah knew little about being the Dominant. Eating her snack, and hiking up her skirt, she lazily diddled herself. Not wanting to cum until her guest could as well. She edged several times. A little over an hour later, the doorbell rang. She didn't even have to get up. The screen paused and a window opened on the picture in front of her. Rachael stood in the recessed door entry. Now wearing a white polo top and a denim skirt. From the angle the camera was pointed. She could see pink flip flops on bare feet. Rachael's hair looked damp and was pulled into a ponytail. Not sure what else to do. Sarah pressed play and ran to the door. The TV picked up the cheesy porn music. The two larger than life women on screen were shot from above. The were Doggy style backward fucking each other with a long double ended dildo. Asses making a strange slapping sound as the women would slam together making the rubber rod disappear. The volume was not too loud. So the noise could only carry mildly down the hall. Flinging the door open and enthusiastically grabbing her friend, Sarah pulled Rachel in and slammed the door. Excited, she grabbed her visitor in a smothering hug. The slightly taller, marginally less curvy girl let it happen After several seconds. Rachael whispered harshly from just above Sarah's ear. "I can't breathe" Sarah giggled. Let the hug loosen but didn't let go. Leaning back so they could look at each others faces, she said "HI!" Rachael's turn to giggle. She looked around a little and said "Your house is awesome! Then kissed Sarah on on the corner of her mouth. Stepping out of the hug, dropping her bag, she began to explore. The not so quiet volume from the TV the one woman screamed I'm gonna cum. And the booty clapping grew fast, Followed by Cum with me, and the two women together chanting an over done YesYesYes. Rachael spoke over her shoulder, "what are you watching, you perv" and giggled as she entered the big room. "Holy Shit that's big" was heard next, Sarah, bare foot, entered. Padding over to her friend. Who was now planted in front of the 80 inch movie projection screen. The Scene faded to black, replaced by a woman laying topless on a lounger beside a pool. In the background a much younger woman wearing a white bikini top and jean shorts was cleaning the pool with a skimmer. The Narrator going on about how she loved her job as pool boy. Getting to see lots of MILF housewives. But afraid to do anything that could get her fired. Sarah laughed and turned some pink. Shyly, she said. "I was getting some pointers. I told you this is new for me." Rachael turned to look at Sarah. Coyly, she said "And you thought I would come over and just what? Get naked and let you fuck me?" Completely embarrassed now. She turned the TV off, the screen retracted smoothly and the smart glass turned clear again, exposing the expansive yard, deck and still open hot tub. Realizing her friend's discomfort, Rachael took Sarah's hands and said "I'm kidding" and giggled. Then Said "show me your house" The tour was efficient. Already having seen the hall and great room. Sarah pointed at the hall closet door, half bath, Philip's Office, then passing the hall to the garage and pulled her down the hall. "Laundry pocket" she opened the door to show the washing station and across the hall to her room. Empty, except the small desk and file cab. She pushed Rachael through the door and stepped in behind her. "And this is my closet" Rachael looked confused as shes pun slowly in the mostly bare shelved room that looked almost as big as her own bedroom. "But, where do you sleep? Your room is empty?" Sarah put on an impish grin. "I told you, I just moved here. Yesterday, after we left you at work. Daddy drove up to an Amish Carpenter's store. We bought me a bedroom suite." "Okay, but where do you sleep till it gets here?" Sarah took Rachael's hand and pulled her through the empty space and then the several steps into the Master Bedroom. "I sleep here, with Daddy" She gently spun Rachael around and pushed gently. She fell backward onto the unmade bed in a sitting position. Now looking VERY confused. Sarah stood back a few steps. She started to sway to music in her own head as she played with the hemline of her dress. She slowly pulled it up exposing her thighs. Then her glistening crotch. Lips wet and swollen distended slightly out of the tight crease, looking angry red from excitement and earliers playful use. Pulling up slowly over her hips. She exposed her tummy and ribs. Rachael sat, transfixed as the dress pulled up higher exposing Sarah's coned tits. They only giggled slightly as they broke free, torpedoing in her direction. Over her head, the dress sailed into the corner of the room. Sarah mounted her friend's lap. Her nose pressing against Rachael's. Eyes locked, Sarah's naked body pressing against hers, she found her voice. It cracked slightly as she spoke. "But, your dad. That's not." Sarah cut her off. Kissing hard, her tongue invading Rachael's mouth. Sarah's hands started to traverse her body. Quickly discovering that Rachael forwent putting a bra on after practice and shower. She started to tweak and pull the rubbery points through the cloth cover. Rachael Moaned into her mouth. Her entire body getting flush with need. "Incest" she managed to spit out as the kiss broke barely long enough to say more as her top went flying. Sarah leaned harder. Their breasts smashed together as Rachael's back found the bed fully. Her head pressed into the frumpled blanket, kissing more intense. Rachael began to kneed Sarah's firm ass. Fingernails sliding into the crack of her ass, teasing that most intimate hole. Sarah's body responding more urgently. She started to grind her leaking slot on the face of her new lovers skirt. Their mounds both enjoying the texture of the hard cotton sheet between them. "So Hot" Rachael said pulling her mouth away and gasping for air "fuck Me" Sarah responded, taking Rachael's hand and jamming it down her crotch from behind. Rachael's fingers finding the sticky wet folds. They started to dig.. The passion building. Sarah started to hump her friends mound harder. Her exposed clit digging into the denim, and the two fingers worming into her tight hole. Her body tensed. She let out a squeaky moan and came hard. Soaking the hand. Clothing and bare thigh beneath her. Rachael pushed her off and sat up trying to catch her breathe. "What just happened?" she looked in wonder at her cum coated hand. Sarah sat up and took the hand. Licking one side of it and pushing it to Rachael's mouth. She lapped at it with caution. Then took a long lick and started to suck her fingers while Sarah explained. "You made me cum. It was amazing!" Pulling her lover to her feet long enough to find the zipper and get the skirt free. Rachael also left off her panties. The skirt fell free and Sarah pushed her back onto the bed. Now both naked. Sarah climbed into Rachael's leg. Trapping it. Her cunt mashed into her shin bone. She pushed the other leg out wide exposing Rachael's sex and dove in hard. The one hand holding the leg out. The free hand tickling exposed skin, breast meat and nipples. Sarah's tongue slithering all over Rachael's cunt. Dipping in, digging deep as her nose played tango with the hard little nubbin. It only took a few moments before the trapped body convulsed with pleasure tremors. Flooding Sarah's senses with sounds, smells, and tastes of delicious cum. She didn't stop feasting on the sweet nectar leaking from The spent body. She changed position. Swinging her own body around so that her sex was mere inches from Rachael's mouth. The fat lips quivering. Begging to be tasted. Sarah took her mouth away long enough to take a deep breath. Rachael groaned in protest. "Don't Stop! I need it! I want You so fucking bad" "Where is the Egg" Sarah demanded before biting Rachael's thigh and leaving a few teeth marks. Between licks slurps and tongue lashes from her own side. Trapped beneath her blond vixen. Rachael screamed. "My bag. Who cares? I don't care" she begged. "Fuck me. Take me hard. Use Fingers" She panted then croaked "Make me your Bitch" At that, Sarah clamped Rachael's clit in her teeth. Grinding it semi-roughly and plunged two fingers inside her hole as hard as she could. She felt the membrane give. Tearing away as her fingernails sunk deeper. Her thumb jammed up against her chin. The other two fingers slanted down the crack of Rachael's ass. She began first to wiggle them. Then saw in and out. Rachael screamed in pain. Unable to do anything other than take her reward she lay there and let Sarah molest her insides Rachael came again. Then again. Her body reacting positively. Begging for more, she humped the air. Slamming Sarah's wrist into her chin. Her cunny clamping so hard that Sara's fingers were literally forced out. She had to fight to get them back in. and Rachael's body fought this new invasion by clamping her klegals tight. Freezing Sarah's hand for several seconds. Then she flooded the space causing pinkish, blood mixed cum to shoot up Sarah's nose. Covering her face. Rachael's own thighs for several inches. And the bed with the sex leftovers. Sarah rolled off. Rachael spoke in a horse whisper. "You keep doing that and I will fuck you every day till I die" Sarah started to laugh gently as she spun around and went to cuddle her lover. Laying her hear on Rachael's shoulder after kissing gently on the lips and cheek several times. Leaving pinkish smears from the leftovers on Rachael's face. Her left breast bunched up and her nipple touching the nipple of Rachael's prone form. We need to talk about some stuff. Then you can think about weather you want to be my girlfriend. She began by saying that Philip; calling him Philip, isn't her real dad. He is her mentor, provider, and lover. She has no plans on allowing that to change. Rachael started to flush with emotion. She tried to keep calm but she was angry. At herself. At Sarah. At her body that not only wouldn't move. Not responding at all for her thoughts to flee. It was reacting to Sarah's fingers. They slid over her breasts. Causing the AA cupped mounds to harden again with excitement. Then down her tummy making her hips hump the air and legs to spread involuntarily. Rachael found her voice, at least her mouth would work as designed. "How old are you then? Confused. Not the question she wanted to ask. "Fifteen. Same as you" "But I'm not. I'm in advanced classes. I'm a junior at school. But I won't be fifteen till July" "Shhhh Baby, calm down. I can tell you're getting upset." Sarah's middle finger entered her then. Slow and gentle. She only tickled her lovers insides as she continued to unfold her story Telling Rachael about her deadbeat mother who was more interested in staying high on almost anything than holding a job. Using her body as means of provision. Then Sarah's own body from age 12. When her tits became noticeable and a couple of her regular perverts started to ask when her daughter could join them. Thankful that at least she was kept hidden completely till she was more than 10. That they paid her little or no attention at all till she had had her periods a few times and her mother started to make her hostess. Dressing her like a slut and making her fetch drinks and snacks as they sat around watching porn and getting high. Rachael started to tear with compassion while her body became more aroused. Her Cunt relaxing. Allowing Sarah access to slip the second finger in. She listened to the sad tail. But she started to moan with pleasure. Her nipples started to respond. Whenever Sarah would bump her clit. The nipples would also buzz with energy. It felt amazing. She knew she would not last long. Another orgasm was growing in her guts. Sarah got to the discovery of needles in the house. Saw a couple track pocks on her mothers arms and neck. This was just before her birthday a few weeks back. Her being asked to perform for guests had stopped. How Sarah confronted her about things. The daily fights. followed by her being locked in her room. And How she came to be with Philip. Recanting the last weekend in minute detail about how wonderful he has been. How amazing he makes her feel. Rachael screamed. Her orgasm shook her to the core midway through the explanation of last nights disagreement. Rachael squirted a thin stream of cum that splashed her leg and Sarah's. They both laughed. Sarah got first to her knees. Then pulling Rachael with her lead her to HER bathroom. Where she Sat Rachael on the little wash stool and turned on the Water jets. Letting the sweet teen absorb the steamy waterfall. "Back in a sec" Sarah left to strip the bed. Thanking herself for leaving the laundry door open. She stripped the bed quickly and spray treated all the reddish sex splatters she could find on the bed clothes. She started the washer and turned back to join her hopefully lover for a bathing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------- Finally! Philip, having come home had sat in his truck. Not knowing what to expect. He decided to let the young women have some privacy. Wanting to at least know something about what was going on. He grabbed the wireless Security touch screen Tablet from it's cradle on the garage wall. He checked the five cameras one at a time. He could hear muffled speaking. But not who or what was being said. He listened to everything from the point where the girls had left Sarah's bedroom. He caught on the hall security feed how they crossed first her door jamb. Then slipped into his. The camera pointed at the glass wall only marginally allowing him to see the two girls. He watched the top half of Sarah as she danced for Rachael. He could see Rachael's face as she sat gawking at the performance. He was going to turn it off. He tried actually. But he was too vested in the scene now. He watched it play out like a tender sad soft core porn for more than an hour Catching glimpses of naked body parts and hearing the bouts of verbal passion. He was only able to see both of them from belly to head when they lay together at the top of his bed. Rachael's pert titties sticking up like 72mm shell tips. Sarah's own, better developed point kissing nipple to nipple as Rachael's body moved. It was obvious what Sarah's moving arm was doing below the screen; while he listened in on everything. Most of the story he knew. More detail filling in. He was crying himself by the time the girls made it to Sarah's Bath. He Wasn't quiet about entering the house. When he got to the hall, Sarah was just closing and setting the washer. She looked up at him smiling that perfect imp grin. As he got close, she could see he was upset. Concern masked her features as she got close. Picking her up and kissing her deeply. He ignored the taste of her lover on her skin, as he moved his head away from hers. "What's wrong Daddy? Are you Okay? You aren't mad at me for having Rachael Over, are you? she's in the shower. I need to go..." She trailed off and he kissed her again. Cutting her words short. Then Set her down. "No Darling, I'm not mad. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry" "Sorry for what Daddy? What happened?" worry and fear now mirrored her face" "I got home as you two were getting ready to have your…" he paused "when you took her to bed. I didn't want to walk in and freak either of you out. So I turned on the remote access feeds." She cut him off. In a harsh whisper she demanded attention. "You filmed us? All of it? How Could you?" "No Darling! I Didn't I could have. But I'm not like that." her face softened slightly encouraging him to go on. "The system doesn't work like that. I knew you were home, so I never set it to record." "But you just said" "Yes. You can access the cameras and listen live. But unless you set it to record, it doesn't" "So you saw us, and heard what" "Heard Everything. Saw bits and pieces. I could have changed the camera angles. but that would have been crude I wasn't going to interrupt So I just wanted to see what you were up to and where. I had planned on turning it off and taking a nap. Sarah. I'm sorry. You and she just sounded so beautiful together, I had to listen." Her eyes narrow accusingly "She's only 14. did you hear that part?" "Yes. And I get that I screwed up by not turning it off. I invaded your privacy. I'm sorry" . "And you just sat out there jerking off listening to us fuck" "NO! listen yes. use it for myself no. "Now what?" "That's up to you. I want you to stay. I want you to be happy. Your bed will be here tomorrow. You and she can continue to be together. I will keep my promise to care and provide for you. I won't make you do anything you don't want" What came next surprised him. "You better not be cuming without us to help. What if I want you both? What if I want to share her with you and you with her? You have already proven you are honorable and capable. What if I want you to be her lover and teach her how a man treats his women, so she will learn the right way. Not from the back seat of some dorky jerk's mother's minivan. Or worse. The way I did?" she went on. "I trust you. You said you didn't record. I believe you. The look on your face says you know you were wrong. And I imagine you will beat yourself up for sometime over it. From my perspective. I should thank you for giving us privacy, and thank you for confessing to watching. But this is your house. You have a right to know and watch every thing that goes on here. Making videos? That's something we will need to discuss." He stood there silent. Completely lost for words. She kissed him then. Told him to wait. And left for her shower. A gasp. A giggle and a rather loud Oh God YES! Came from inside the other room. "Daddy!! Are you ready? Come Wash Us. We need a through scrubbing. We're dirty girls" The new voice giggled and repeated the command. "Yes Daddy! Come wash us!"
Okay, here's Chapter 3, finally! Sorry about the wait, I know its irritating. I did it as fast as I could. I hope you like it. Leave comments, send me PM's, you know, all that stuff. :) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --- "What's your favorite color?" We were out on yet another date when he suddenly asked me this question at dinner. I looked at him, slightly surprised and raised an eyebrow, but answered, nonetheless. "Pink, definitely." Kyle laughed at my response. "What's yours?" "Pink, definitely." It was my turn to laugh. I never expected he would be so goofy. Before I knew him, he just seemed quiet and smart and the opposite of Jason and Travis. Now that I'm getting to know him, I've realized he's funny and playful, as well as smart, and quiet, but at the right times, not all the time. Other times, he can be loud and fun. "Nah, it's blue. Favorite food?" "Goldfish. You?" He laughed again. "Pineapple. But goldfish…really? Why goldfish?" "What are you talking about? Goldfish are cheesy and delicious." He looked thoughtful for a minute, and then nodded. "I'll give you that one. Favorite thing about me?" I laughed. That was a good question. We were on one of our very many dates in the last three months. We hadn't exactly made it official, but neither of us seemed to be interested in other people. And during these dates, I had noticed so many little things about him that I adored. His sense of humor; the way he could make you laugh at any time. The way he was such a gentleman, always opening doors and pulling out chairs for me. The way his soft lips felt against mine when he kissed me. The way he doesn't pressure me, because I'm not ready to have sex with him. "Am I allowed to say everything?" "Nope." I chuckled. "Your smile… and laugh. And sense of humor. And the way you kiss me, and hold my hand. Your hugs… even your smell." He smiled. "So… everything?" I laughed and nodded. "I told you. What about you? What's your favorite thing about me?" He smiled and took my hand from across the table. "Your ears." I rolled my eyes, but laughed. He stood up from the table, keeping my hand in his and I did the same. He led me out of the restaurant and back to his car. He opened the passenger door for me and I started to get into the car, but he stopped me, pulling my body close. I smiled up at him as he gazed into my eyes. I stood up on my tip toes and closed the distance between lips, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt his soft and firm lips pressing against mine. I felt his lips form a smile against mine, and I couldn't help smiling back. One of his hands was firmly on my lower back as his other inched its way up my spine, finally finding the back of my neck and settling there, holding my face to his as his lips moved against mine. My fingers were placed gently on either side of his face, pulling him closer to me, as I deepened the kiss. Despite moments like these, when I wanted to rip all his clothes off of him, Kyle and I hadn't had sex yet. I don't know if it was us not really being together, together, or if I just wasn't ready since Travis. And despite the fact that every time his lips came near mine, I was completely his for the taking, he hadn't taken advantage of it. He knew I didn't want to do anything, and respected it. Usually stopping himself and me before we got too hot and heavy. He did this just now, pulling back and moving his hands back to mine. I pouted slightly and he chuckled. "Don't pout; you'll make me feel bad." I laughed and kissed his lips once more before getting into the car. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --- About a half hour later, we were back at campus, on our way to my dorm, where Kyle always insisted on walking me to after our dates. My hand was in his big, warm one, leading me, because he knew the way so well. We got to my door, where he always kissed me goodnight, sweetly and gently. He did it again tonight, the same as always, but tonight I didn't want him to leave. I always hesitated, not sure whether to invite him in or not, afraid of what would happen if I did, and usually choosing the latter. Tonight I had no hesitation as I opened my door, letting him in. He seemed surprised, but not in a bad way. He glanced around my room, chuckling as he took in the pink surroundings. I sat nervously on the edge of my bed as he looked at the pictures hanging on my walls. He eventually turned to me, looking more nervous than I imagined I did, and sat next to me. I turned to him, suddenly concerned that something was wrong, searching my mind for something, but coming up blank. He was fine a few minutes ago; what could have happened since he came in here that's upset him? "Emma, I… I need to ask you something." I nodded, wanting him to continue. "I want you to know that I really like you. I haven't looked at another girl the way I look at you in… a long time. You're the most beautiful, wonderful girl that I have ever met, and I never want to jeopardize what we have." He took both of my hands in his, but continued. "There is a very real chance that I am about to fall completely in love with you. And I need to know if you feel the same way. Because as much as I like you, I don't think I can handle having you break my heart." He looked down at our hands with these last words. My heart raced as my mind tried to process his words. Did I feel the same way? I knew that I liked him, a lot. I didn't want to lead him on. But I didn't know if I was capable of being enough of what he wanted. I didn't know if I could be good enough for him. When, or even if, we ever had sex, could I satisfy him? Would he be disappointed? I was definitely not a virgin, but the only guy I was ever with was Travis. We'd had sex, but it was never really anything special for me. It was like a chore, and I never really wanted it, let alone enjoyed it. Did I have enough experience to please him? I couldn't stand the thought of falling short of his expectations. I tried to shake it from my mind and concentrate on whether or not I wanted to be with him. "Kyle, I… I don't…" I didn't know how to continue. I bit my lip. "Are you sure that you want me? Are you sure you wouldn't prefer one of the hundreds of girls fawning over you? I just don't feel like I'm… good enough for you. I don't want you to be disappointed with me." I met his eyes again, and he looked confused. "What are you talking about? I don't think it's possible that you could disappoint me. Nothing you say or do would ever. Why would you even think that?" I shrugged, silently. "Is it about sex? You know that I'm not pressuring you, and I want to wait until you're ready. I know that your relationship with Travis was weird and he didn't treat you half as well as you deserve and he didn't satisfy you the way he should have." I looked at him, curiously. "He used to talk about you to a lot of people. He said you never enjoyed him, like you should have. He always thought he was so great. But, I want to satisfy you. I want to give you what you deserve, if you'll let me. I want to give you whatever you want. Please, just let me." His thumb brushed under my chin, tilting my head up. "Emma, please." His eyes were pleading with me, begging me for approval. I didn't want anyone else; that was for sure. I thought of his lips against mine earlier tonight. I felt comfortable with him, and safe. I glanced at our intertwined fingers and felt the warmth that his hands brought to me. I remembered his hugs, his laugh, his smile. The sparkle in his eye when he looks at me. I loved seeing it there, and I loved causing it. He said he could fall in love with me. I think I could fall in love with him, too. I was already halfway there. I took a deep breath and looked back up at him, and was met with is anxious and waiting gaze. "Yes," It came out as a whisper. His eyes brightened slightly. "Yes? Yes, what?" I smiled. "To everything. Yes, I feel the same way. Yes, I want to fall totally and completely in love with you. Yes, I want to be with you. If that's what you're asking…" A big smile grew on his face and he pulled me into him, kissing me again. I let out a relieved breath against his lips and he pulled back, still smiling. I forced myself to smile, to convince him I was okay, when I really wasn't. I still wasn't convinced I was enough. I didn't want to break his heart, but I didn't want mine to be broken, either. I was sure that once I gave myself to him, he would realize I'm not this perfect girl he thinks I am. It didn't seem to work, though as his smile began to fade from his face. "Emma, what's wrong?" I shook my head, trying not to let him see the worry in my face. "It's nothing. Don't worry. I just…I'm really tired." He wasn't convinced. He moved a strand of hair out of my eyes, searching my face for a sign of what was wrong. "Are you sure? You seem really upset. Is it… is it this? Us? Do you not want it?" He seemed to be struggling to get the words out, not wanting to jinx it. I shook my head quickly. "I do want it. It's not that, I promise. It's really nothing; I just need to get some sleep." I stood up, and he did as well. I wanted him to leave, I needed to think. I didn't, however, want him to think it had anything to do with him, so I wrapped my arms around him tightly, and finally felt him do the same. I pulled back after several minutes, and pulled him to the door, opening it and stepping out. I kissed his lips gently. "Goodnight, Kyle. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" He nodded, but didn't look like he wanted to leave me, and started to turn around, walking away from me. I felt a pang of guilt after I saw the sad look on his face as he backed away from me. "Wait…Kyle?" He turned back to me slowly. "Yeah?" I smiled shyly. "So, uh…does that make me… your girlfriend?" He smiled and took a few steps towards me, closing the distance between us. "Do you want that?" I nodded. "I would like that very much." He smiled and kissed me one more time. "Goodnight, Emma." I smiled and turned back to my room once he had left. I thought about how I felt about Kyle and I as I undressed and got into bed. I knew I liked him a lot and I wanted to try to be with him. I just hoped I could handle being in a relationship again. I started to imagine what it would be like to really be with Kyle. How his lips would feel against mine while he made love to me. How his hands would feel caressing my body. His naked body pressed against mine, as he thrusts in and out of me. I started to feel a dampness forming in my panties at these thoughts. I couldn't help letting my fingers slip under my shirt, sliding up my stomach and tracing around the curves of my C-cup breasts. I circled a fingertip around my nipple and a small moan escaped my lips. My other hand went in the other direction, down over my hips and slipping under the shorts I wore that hugged my heart-shaped ass tightly. I slowly traced over the lips of my slightly wet pussy as my breathing picked up. I imagined what it would feel like if Kyle were the one making me feel this way. I rubbed my finger in circles at my slit, and then made my way up to my clit, flicking my finger over it. I moaned slightly louder as my finger found the circular pattern on my clit that had pushed me over the edge so many times before, when Travis had failed to please me. He only thought of himself, and his own needs. I had never cum with him. Kyle could make me cum, I thought as I felt my orgasm nearing. I rubbed a little faster and a little harder, getting closer every second, and moaning louder. He could take care of me in this way. I pictured Kyle's lips and tongue moving down over my stomach to my swollen pussy. His tongue would slowly move up my slit, inching closer to my clit, finding the path my finger had just taken. I rubbed harder, still. I was so close. Kyle's tongue would circle and flick over and around my clit. His mouth would finally latch onto my throbbing clit and begin to suck hard. I moved my other hand down into my pants, sliding my middle finger into the wet folds of my pussy. I let out a deep moan and kept rubbing my clit as I pumped my finger in and out quickly. Fuck. Oh, god. I was getting closer every second as I pictured Kyle between my legs, licking and sucking on my pussy. His hands would move to rub my thighs, and his mouth would suck harder. Yes, Kyle, yes. Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop. My legs began to shake and I bit my lip hard, still rubbing my clit and thrusting my finger deep into me. With a few last thrusts and rubs, I was in ecstasy. I gasped as the orgasm took over my body, moaning louder than I should have been, not worrying about people next door hearing me. My legs shook and my mind went blank. I kept rubbing as hard as I could, not caring that the muscles in my hand were tensing up. I squealed as the last tremors of my orgasm slowed. I let out a slow, deep breath and felt my heart relax. I pulled both hands out of my shorts and settled back into bed. After the intense orgasm I had just thinking about Kyle and I having sex, one thing was very clear. I wanted to have sex with him, very soon. The next morning I woke up feeling much better than I had the night before. Something about my little fantasy about Kyle had really warmed me up to the idea of having sex with him. So much, in fact, that I was planning on asking him to come over for dinner that night. I had laid in bed planning the evening for much of that Saturday morning, when finally, a knock on my door roused me out of bed. I hesitated answering as I was wearing nothing but those tight shorts and a baggy t-shirt from the night before. I did anyways, and instantly wished I hadn't, because Kyle was standing in front of me. He was carrying a large bouquet of pale pink and green roses, my favorite flowers, and a big smile on his face. He didn't even seem fazed by my strange pajamas. He stepped into my room, kissing me deeply. "Good morning, my beautiful girlfriend." He smiled against my lips and put the flowers into my arms. "I like the sound of that." I went and rummaged through the kitchen for a vase, still in an early morning daze. That and the fact that I was really confused about Kyle's showing up here so early. After finding one, I set them on my table. Kyle snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and earning him a small gasp as he surprised me, and he chuckled. "I was thinking we could do something tonight," He whispered in my ear, causing goose bumps to spread over my body. "I was thinking the same thing. What did you have in mind?" I could feel him shrug his shoulders. "I'm not quite sure. You have any ideas?" I smiled and nodded. "As a matter of fact, I do. How about you just meet me here at 7?" He let go of my waist and turned my body to face him. His lips brushed lightly against mine, and I had to stop myself from changing the plans and just ravishing him right there. I looked up at him and saw the lust in his eyes. He wants this as bad as I do. You would think this would make me want to take him right there even more, but it did the opposite. I wanted the night to be perfect. He kissed me again, firmly, passionately, and yet still so gently. I finally broke the kiss when a list of things I needed to do for the night entered my mind. I looked back up at him and smiled. "So…7?" He nodded, and was on his way out the door once more. I followed him and leaned against the door as he turned around, a curious expression on his face. "What do you have planned for tonight, Emma?" I giggled, and shook my head. "It's a surprise. All you need to do is show up tonight. Oh, and wear something nice." He laughed at the mischievous smile on my face, and kissed me one last time before heading out the door. He paused as he began to go down the hall, and turned back to me. "You look really sexy in tight shorts and baggy shirts, by the way." He smiled and was actually leaving this time. "Don't be late!" I called after him.
Introduction: Chapter One - My Sister Young and Foolish?? Part Two This is the second part of a Trilogy about my childhood I suppose you could say this story is as much about my sister as it is me. We were both very involved in this part of my younger days. My sister, we'll call her Penny was to say the very least a promiscuous child. One time I had seen three or four boys lining up to touch her on a park bench in broad daylight. She was only nine, but knew how to get anything she wanted from a guy. I'd also heard she was no stranger to her own sex. But that side of her life was only hearsay and nothing to do with me. I'm only going to tell you about the sister I know who was instrumental in the direction my life took. If you are expecting wild sex and unfettered debauchery in this the first chapter of my story I apologise. This is an introduction and like so many things in life must take its course. Chapter One I'll start by giving you an idea of what she was like. At seven she would sit on a male relatives lap running her fingers through his hair, later it was not only relatives but anyone she thought could be of use to her. It was the relatives she practiced on, and because of their egos and probably what was in their trousers she almost always got her way. What amazed me was the women in the family they thought she was cute, and totally ignorant of her game. You are probably thinking I was jealous, maybe, but I don't think so. At seven I didn't have anything to do with her. As a spoilt brat who received most of what she asked for, she annoyed me. With everything she had, she was a trouble maker and I couldn't figure out why. It wasn't until she was older and her body was starting to form that there was any interest in her on my part. You will already know if you've read an account of my earlier childhood. I had plenty to keep myself occupied. It was a friend who brought my attention to what she was doing in a well used recreation ground used by families close to home. All he said was. I needed to see this girl who was letting boys touch her for a cigarette. He didn't tell me who it was we were going to see, mainly because he didn't know my sister. When we arrived I have to admit I was not surprised. We watched from a distance. Then he produced a pair of his father's binoculars. We saw her with two boys. We knew them both. They were sitting either side of her each with his hand inside her jumper. I hadn't realised how my sister had filled out. These kids had something to grab hold of now. I said this to my friend and he replied with. It's all the hand rearing. We laughed. To this day I don't know where he used to find his wit. As time moved on I heard more rumours, this time of her allowing older boys and men to touch her for bigger presents. But during that period I had my own thing going. It was a couple of years later when my involvement began. Penny was ten. She was still using her winning ways to obtain pretty much all she wanted, and now she had better bargaining tools, a pair of them. Even though our private cold war was still raging one could not help but notice how Penny was blossoming. To be fair, considering her age she had a bloody lovely body, and I must admit to checking it out on the odd occasion as she made her way to the bathroom in her birthday suit. The day my part in this started was on one of my mothers work days. While she was out we were not allowed to let anyone into the house. But as you will soon realise, rules never really registered with Penny. There was a knock at the front door. I was in my bedroom reading, outside it was pouring with rain. Penny answered the door and I heard her invite whoever it was in. Saying, as it's raining you had better come in and she took him into the rear lounge, after a few minutes I heard laughing. My nose got the better of me. I crept to the top of the stairs to hear what was happening. I recognised the man's voice, but could not place it. There was more laughter. So I felt one should listen for a while. Well, it would have been rude not to. As usual Penny was up to her well honed tricks. She wanted one of the new portable radios of the time. These were very rare and they were also very expensive. Sis had asked everyone in the family for one for her birthday and they all told her the same thing. Too expensive and you'll lose interest in it in a couple of weeks and then want something else. I was pleased that at least the family was getting wise to her. She proceeded to tell our visitor her hard luck story. I suddenly realised who owned the voice I'd been hearing. It was Trevor a family friend who owned a small factory in the town. I thought if she could persuade anyone get her a radio it would be him. I always thought he was a bit of a dirty old man. I saw her go and sit on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. She was swinging her leg to and fro allowing him to see a nice bit of leg. It was amusing for me to hear him say almost word for word what the family had been saying. She started running her fingers through his hair. Telling him if she was his little girl I bet he'd buy her a radio. He just laughed saying he had no wife or little girl. Before Penny could continue there was another knock at the front door. That's mum I thought, time for me to disappear. As I started back up stairs Penny emerged from the lounge and saw me, immediately giving me one of her cold if looks could kill stares. Next, her usual ritual when mother arrived home. Hello mummy dear. Have you had a good day? Quickly followed by, Trevor's here. I could imagine what was going through mothers mind and then I heard it. Where's your brother? He's upstairs mummy. I think he's reading. When she entered the lounge as usual her tone changed. Hello Trevor nice to see you, and then. Have you had tea? He told her no and I assumed she'd answered that with a sigh that was the norm, as my sister would do nothing unless there was something in it for her. Having had no luck with Trevor and quite put out that she was told to make tea for him was the cue for Penny to vacate that part of the house and she came up stairs and into my room. With her hands on her hips she demanded to know why I was spying on her. I told her I only wanted to know who she was talking to. You decided to listen to everything too I suppose? I told her with a smile on my face. I had, and surprise, surprise I didn't hear anything I'd not heard a thousand times before. She turned and stamped out of the room slamming the door behind her. A few weeks passed and turned into a couple of months. I'd not heard a peep from Penny and I can truthfully say I was ecstatic, it had been so peaceful. It was the first Saturday in March. The time of year when the party season began again after the quiet period that always followed New Years. Mother and her friends were very big on parties, for me there was sometimes an upside. Some were known to last the whole weekend. There was also a downside. We would get dragged along, as baby sitters. On this occasion her friend's daughters were away at their dads and there was no need for a sitter, so we were off the hook and were able to stay at home and I got lumbered sitting my sister, and my loony godmother would be popping in to make sure we were okay. I'd hoped my sister would have been taken with her or been farmed out somewhere else, but no such luck. After lunch mother left giving me the usual warning about behaving. It was the usual guilt trip she would lay on me in advance of her going anywhere, a predefined script of threats. No friends in, no fighting with your sister, no wishing your god mother was dead, and the list went on. Then quiet, mother had gone. I went into the library and was sorting through some books. About four Penny decided to speak to me. That was a pity as I'd quite enjoyed the last couple of months of peace. And I told her so. She stamped out of the room in her usual manner. I told her not to slam the door. Instead she shouted some abuse. I told her that was to be expected from someone so childish, and because she had tits it didn't make her a grown up. She would stay a kid until she was fifty with that attitude. She turned and accused me of being jealous of her. I said. Jealous! of what, getting touched up by anyone who had a spare cigarette? No. She shouted. Because YOU want to touch me up. I asked how on earth she'd come to that conclusion. I've seen the way you look at me. I told her she was mad…… She was correct though. She had a terrific body for a kid and those tits. You'd need to have something wrong with you not to want to look…. She added. I know you always conveniently come out of your bedroom when I'm going to have a bath. That happened once, I said. You are crazy. She turned to march out of the room again then stopped. She turned and said. I bet I could make you want me. I beg your pardon? You heard me. I bet I can make you want me. I just looked to heaven. You wait. I'll get you. She shouted. I smiled thinking. What a spoilt brat she is. She was heading for the stairs when there was a knock at the door. Penny answered it. It was my loony tunes godmother. I cringed getting ready to go upstairs and out of it. Luckily she didn't come in, just said she was going to her sons for the weekend and if we needed her to call. I breathed again, thinking. That's a first. I couldn't handle her today. I couldn't handle her any day if the truth be known. About two hours later the peace was broken again. Penny came into the room. I didn't bother looking up, just quietly groaned. She said. What's the matter, scared to look at me? I ignored her. I'm talking to you. She raised her voice. Did you hear me? It wasn't a request but a demand. I heaved a loud sigh and looked round to tell her to get lost. Instead my mouth hung open, the sigh I was about to emit stuck in my throat, and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. She was standing there looking like a hooker. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt, a totally see through white blouse and one of those bras you only saw in magazines, and porn movies and I'd seen a few of them. She was wearing black stocking and black patent very high heels. I thought they were my mothers but on closer inspection I could see they fitted her. To finish her outfit off she was wearing a wide black patent belt that matched the shoes. She had on makeup and her hair was up on top of her head. Well? She said curtly. I had to drag my eyes to her face and thinking quickly said. Well what? That was me thinking quickly under stress. What do you think of me? You called me a prostitute so I decided to dress like one just for you. I said. I suppose they were gifts from your gropers? That's right. She replied. Then walking in front of me wriggled her hips while pulling her skirt up showing me her red suspenders. I felt myself getting a hard on and said. I suppose you're going out now to earn more stuff? She screamed at me. NO I'M FUCKING NOT. I'd never heard her swear before. In fact I'd never heard anyone in the family swear. I said. Lovely, it goes with the clothes. She was angry and said. If you really want to know I got them for you. I saw tears welling up in her eyes. I frowned and told her. But I don't wear clothes like that, trying to hide the smile that was spreading all over my face. I quickly put my hand in front of my mouth but not in time to prevent her noticing. A smile came to her lips but tears were rolling down her cheeks, then she sat on the arm of the chair saying. I really did get them for you. Her voice was trembling as she spoke. Please tell me you like them. I tried to keep a negative tone in my voice as I told her they were alright I suppose. But I don't think the hard disinterested tone came across, as she put her arm round my shoulder and kissed my cheek. I knew you'd like them. Then she rubbed my cheek saying sorry. I've got lipstick on you. Tell me you like what you see, please. I looked into her eyes. She was really serious and for the first time looked so little now. I had never seen this version of my sister, she was almost humble. Does it matter what I think? More than anything! She was almost pleading. I couldn't understand why she was so concerned about what I thought and I said so. But I told her to go and stand at the other side of the room so I could get a better look. She got up and walked to the middle of the room. There was no getting away from it. She was certainly looking very sexy and I did like the bright red lipstick. She spun round a couple of times to let me see all of her. Then she asked. Well? I told her she looked really very sexy. She then began to wriggle her hips again sliding her skirt up to show me her legs. Do you think I have nice legs? I said. Yes. Do you think these clothes suit me? I told her they did, especially the blouse. I tried to get a see thru bra but I could only find this one. I wanted one to match my knickers. Then she lifted her skirt even higher to show me her knickers that were as see thru as her blouse. She had no hair and I could see the swollen folds of her pussy, I could also see a wet patch a little lower. This kid was really turned on. She started walking towards me pulling her skirt down. I asked why she got the clothes, followed by. Mother will go nuts if she sees them. I told you I got them for you. I wanted a short pleated skirt because I know you like them. But I couldn't find one in my size or they were too long. I've been collecting these for about three months. But why for me? I asked again. Are you completely blind or just stupid? She asked. I'm going to tell you something. Every time one of those boys touched me I closed my eyes and imagined it was you. Why do you think I walk to the bathroom naked for my bath? I thought you might come out of your room one day and see me. That's why I made such a noise asking mum where the towels were even though I knew. But why I repeated yet again. She came and sat on my lap. Because I love you, you idiot! You what? I gagged out. You're my sister. We are not meant to love each other. We are meant to dislike, even hate each other and fight all the time. You are also only ten. I'm not ten. She shouted. I am eleven. This time it was almost a whisper. Okay you're eleven but you are still my sister and still a kid. But you're only just thirteen. You are eighteen months older than me, and I look a lot older than you. We both sat there in silence for what seemed like ages. Then Penny said. You don't like me then? I didn't say that. If you weren't my sister it would be okay. Then imagine I'm not your sister and that I'm older. With that she took my hand and rested it on her breast applying pressure. Doesn't that feel nice, does it feel like the tit of an eleven year old? I didn't say it wasn't nice. She then took my hand and pressed it onto her leg, sliding it up with both hands. I could feel her heat coming thru the stockings. How does that feel? Hot I said, hot and silky. But do you like it? Yes I said again. She pulled my hand higher up and between her legs. Then she held my elbow and pulled hard. My hand was touching the bare flesh at the top of her stockings. It was burning hot and tacky. The erection in my shorts was making it look like a tent now. Penny kept glancing down and if she hadn't noticed she'd have to be blind. Well I'm glad someone here likes me. Looking me in the eyes she said. You are hard, and with a cheeky smile on her face she asked if she could touch it. Before I could say no her hand was on the head of it and she pushed down, not hard but firmly. Bloody hell! I said. What's the matter darling? She had a shocked look on her face. Was that nice? You know it was. It felt as though I was having a mini orgasm….. Mmmmm! She smiled again this time licking her lips. I had to admit to myself, I've had a fair few orgasms and in a lot of different situations but never the feeling I had just then. I jumped as she pressed down again. She said. See. You do like it. I said liking it does not alter the fact you are my sister and it's not right. She came close to my ear and whispered. You know you like me as much as I like you. She gently held my chin and turning my face to hers she placed her lips on mine. All the time I was thinking we shouldn't be doing this I was also asking myself why not. No one had ever told me I shouldn't. I opened my mouth waiting for her tongue to enter, but it didn't. I tried to slip my tongue into her mouth but it was shut tight. I broke away gently telling her if we are to do this, let's do it properly. I then told her to open her mouth. She did, but wide enough for me to fall in. I said. No not like that, only this much. I showed her with my lips. Then I put my lips onto hers. Her lips were soft and trembling. She was probably thinking the same thoughts as me. Then again, that was not at all likely. She's probably excited and nothing was further from her mind. I slid my tongue between her lips and she pulled me tightly against her. I heard her moan into my mouth then she was twisting her tongue round mine and then she pushed it from her mouth to place hers in mine. I thought this was completely mad. We could never be together, and god knows what would happen if the family found out. Again I replaced my tongue, under hers this time and then over it and the sides all along her gums, I even tried to reach the roof of her mouth, then again twisting it around her tongue. She was still quietly moaning into my mouth her arms were holding me tighter now, and she was fidgeting on my lap. I kissed her for about four or five minutes maybe longer. When I paused she sighed and asked me not to stop. I want you to kiss me forever. With everything that was happening I was rock hard and horny as hell. Bearing in mind it was about eighteen months since my last real orgasm at uncles. I was always hard for the slightest reason, ever since that period. This feeling was different though. I was always leaking large amounts of pre cum because I was always feeling so god damn horny, my sister was not going to help me to curb that any time soon I thought. I was beginning to agree with what she wanted. As long as we were careful who would know? Without a doubt she had turned me on in a way I had never experienced before. Sister or not I was starting to want her and I knew she wanted me, badly. She asked me. Where did you learn to kiss like that? I said maybe one day I'll tell you. Right now she was more interested in action than an answer. Kiss me again darling, you kiss so nice. I told her I was surprised she'd not been kissed like this before. They only wanted to grope my titties and things. No one cared about me only what they could get, and so I decided I didn't care about them for the same reason. I kissed some boys at school but they didn't know how to do it or I would have learned how from them, I thought that was the way you did it. I wouldn't let any of the men kiss me even though they wanted to. I would only let them touch my tits and down there. She looked down at her skirt. Was touching you all that happened? Yes. She replied, most of the time. Did you touch them? She hesitated. Yes. I asked her. How? Again there was a pause. I wanked four off and sucked three. What boys or men? The young boys weren't interested in that. They only wanted to feel me. I touched a couple of the older boys but they were not very big, I thought it was because they were not really interested. While we were talking Penny started to undo her blouse, saying she was hot. The bra she was wearing was definitely very sexy. It made her already large tits look even larger, lifting them up and not doing much to keep them from falling out. It wasn't so obvious with the loose fitting blouse she had on. She was a big girl for her age. I think what my friend always said was very apt. It was all the hand rearing. She got up from my lap and I asked her what was wrong. She replied. I told you I'm hot. The old terse tone of voice coming into play once more, the very reason I never liked her. She unzipped her skirt and slid it from her thighs. The sound of the skirts lining rubbing against her stocking as she was removing it turned me on even more. My God! I thought. She has a beautiful body and what a pair of legs. As she turned to sit back on my lap I noticed the wet patch in her panties was covering a much larger area now. This of course had a reverse effect of me talking to her, as my cock was on the climb once more and at an increased rate of knots. I asked her if she was feeling sexy. I'm always feeling sexy. I asked how many people had touched her down there. I don't know was her reply. Men or boys I asked. Both she said. That tone was still in her voice. Have you had anyone inside you? What do you mean, Cocks? Yes I replied. No. I have toys upstairs I use when I feel really randy. Her voice had softened again and she gave a playful smile and added. That's most of the time. Really! I said with raised eyebrows. Yes really, and I always have a lovely time because I think of you. I looked at her standing there looking at me. Come I said. She was about to sit on my lap again. But I told her no. I put my hands on her hips and guided her forward until her pussy was almost touching my face. I stuck my tongue out and started to lick the wet patch on her pants making sure my tongue pressed hard against her mound. She jumped and gasped as I pressed into her slit. I heard her sigh, then, Wow! Oh yes. Her hands grabbed the back of my head pulling me hard against her swollen mound. Then she relaxed and stepped back, her fingers were in the waistband of her knickers and she was sliding them down. I took her tiny hands in mine and kissed both, then resting them on my shoulders I finished what she had started. She lifted each leg so I could remove them completely. I took her hips and gently pulled her back towards me. This time I pointed my tongue and drew it in an upward motion sliding it between her swollen lips, she was dripping and she smelt and tasted terrific. I paused at the tiny knob like thing that was her clitoris twirling my tongue hard against it. She let out a loud yelp. I stopped thinking I'd done something to hurt her. She assured me I hadn't but it took her by surprise and felt so good. I suggested we moved to the couch where we'd be more comfortable. I stood and took her in my arms pulling her tightly into me. She just melted leaning on me. I hadn't held a great number of people but those I had certainly never felt this good or this submissive. She clasped her hands behind my neck and her lips were planted hard against mine, her tongue darted in and out of my mouth and I joined her, our tongues dancing together as though it had been going on for years. It felt as though she had been kissing like this all her life. I couldn't believe how quickly she had perfected it. My cock was like a pole and pushing hard against her. I led her to the couch still kissing her. Breaking away I pushed her to a sitting position, letting her down slowly by holding her hands. She looked at me with a frown. She looked beautiful. Here we go. My dick's talking again. But she was lovely, the hardened looks she had always had on her face had softened. She had a lovely smile that I had never seen before today. This was a completely new sister for me. I began to wonder why she had gone that way. Then I felt cold. Was it me who'd caused her to become so hard? I was suddenly feeling guilty. She snapped me out of my thoughts by calling out. Darling, are you okay? Yes I told her. What is it? She asked. I said. I'll tell you later. She was holding out her arms asking me to come to her, instead I dropped to my knees, pulling her towards the edge of the chair. What are you doing she asked. I told her to wait a minute. I began to kiss her knee slowly moving up her leg. Then I gently parted her legs and began to kiss the inside of each leg. She suddenly realised what I was about and let out a gasp that sounded like. Oh God! I stopped immediately. Are you okay? Yes. I'm so sorry. I didn't realise I was speaking. I have always dreamed of you doing this to me but never thought it would ever happen. I put a cheeky grin on my lips and said. What. Kiss your legs? She lightly slapped my head and told me not to tease her. I moved towards her most treasured possession pleased that no other male had been there before me. The closer I got to her naked virginity the heavier her breathing became and an almost silent hiss was being released from her lips. I slid my hands up her tiny body to her breasts and taking them one in each hand I began to squeeze. She stopped me and as I looked up from below I saw the sexiest thing yet. She flicked both of her breasts out of the cups of her bra in one movement and they changed places, breasts on bra and not inside bra. Looking up from below I saw what I think was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Her breasts were a milky white and perched on top where what looked like another set of breasts, these were a pale pink. I have never seen Areolae like it to this day. As I began to stroke her breast it began to change colour, turning darker to a deeper pink and becoming larger, her nipples perched on top like ridged buttons a little darker still. I had seen many porn films but nothing like this. I wanted to put them in my mouth and hold them there forever. I ran my hand up onto her nipple grasping it between thumb and forefinger and rolled to and fro. Penny gasped in a deep breath that trembled, it sounded as though she had been running. I rolled the other the same way this time pinching it a little harder. She groaned loudly saying. That's it, that's how I like it. I decided it was time for me to use my mouth up there and began to kiss my way in that direction. I kissed on up passed her crutch to her stomach, stopping to run my tongue around her tiny belly button. She cooed out in a sigh. Oh, that's so nice. I moved on up toward those beautiful buds that were waiting to burst into bloom. I was testing all her zones of tenderness and each time I would pause and spend a few moments at each one I found, caressing her with my lips and tongue. Finally I reached my goal. I was staring at those two beautiful breasts that were if possible even better close up and like nothing I'd seen before and was sure I would never see again, other than on my sister. I placed my tongue at the lowest part of her breast kissing, sucking and licking my way to the summit all the time hearing her panting increase with every tiny movement I made to the top. I reached her areola and wiped my tongue in a circle around it. She gasped sucking in her breath in jerky gasps causing her breasts to jump. I was in a fantasy. I would never have believed my little sister who only hours before was the most unbearable bitch on this earth could suddenly have changed into this fabulous creature who was so sexy and loving and provocative and in my arms, my hands, my mouth and my mind. My head was spinning. I moved on to her nipple, it was erect and considering the size of her areola not all that big. But it was very hard. I began to suck on it, gently closing my teeth down on this work of art, she whispered bite me hard my love. Now this was more than I could take. I could feel that feeling every guy dreads as the end of his knob starts to swell and his balls tighten, he knows it's only a matter of a very short time before he lets go and enters into the world of orgasm. My sister was whispering desperately, please bite me harder. I was trying to think of something, anything to take my mind off what I was hearing, to prevent the orgasm that was laying in wait for me. It was no good though. I decided to hell with it, orgasm or not I intended to take my sister anywhere she wants to go regardless of whether I lost interest after. (Some of us, after an orgasm lose the will to continue.) I bit her nipple harder and she let out a loud yell. O Yes! Fucking hell yes! That was it for me. I completely lost it. I filled my underpants and was uncontrollably jerking my rock and emptying my balls at a hundred miles an hour. Cum was running from me into my pants and straight down my leg onto the carpet. What a mess. But I didn't give a shit. I was now moving on to my sisters other nipple and taking up the finger tweaking position on the first. Penny yelled out as first my lips sucked hard then my teeth followed on to her other nipple. She arched her back nearly throwing me off. I didn't believe it. She was having her orgasm too. She let out a croaking sound as though she was choking. I love you s s s soooo much. Please don't ever leave me now I have finally found you? My cock, under normal circumstances would have been hanging completely limp by now, if anything it was harder than ever. I moved up to Penny's level and sunk my mouth down onto hers kissing her hard, my tongue working overtime playing with hers. I felt a giggle rising from my throat. What was I feeling? This was a barren land for me. A fabulous, barren land, where only my beautiful sister and I roamed, but barren only from other people, it was full of life and love and the feeling of two people who had become one…. Hold on! I was suddenly dropped back to earth with hard realisation. This was my sister. It was all very well thinking this way, but there could be no future to it. I lay there feeling very uncomfortable both about the way I was laying on my sister and about the situation I had now entered into with her. I looked at her there with her eyes closed and a look of total satisfaction on her face. It was something I had never seen before and I never wanted to leave her. But what was I to do? As if she was reading my mind she opened her eyes and looked into mine saying. Don't leave darling. Please don't think I told you I love you because of what you were doing to me. I have felt this way for a long, long time. Everyone…… I stopped her, putting my fingers gently onto her lips saying, please let me change position I'm in pain here. She said she was sorry. It's not your fault I replied. She asked. Can we go upstairs then, would that be okay? I told her that it would be okay, but I have some cleaning up to do before I go anywhere, and had a look at the carpet where I had been kneeling. Penny sat up and peered at the floor. You came, she said. Yes I did and look at the mess. Don't worry I'll clean it up, and again she said. You came, and you didn't stop making me happy. Then she winked at me. Yes I'll clean it up as it was my fault. What a pity boys can't keep most of it in like us girls, then she started laughing. Still giggling she said. That sounded quite bad, didn't it? I didn't mean it to sound like that. We both laughed and I took her into my arms. I didn't know how older girls behaved and talked. But this girl was sounding much older than me. She was talking and acting as though she had been doing this for years. I was realising with a vengeance I didn't want this to end either. But what was to be done?
Introduction: It was the morning after an amazing party and an even more amazing night with a blonde hottie. This is Part 2. Groggily I awoke, the hammering in my head unrelenting. I needed water. I looked around slowly trying not to do more damage to my fragile head. As my eyes moved around the room they settled on the beautiful girl next to me. She was still asleep, her bare breasts rising and falling with each breath. The cool air of morning made her nipples perky. The sunlight made her skin glow. My headache was quickly forgotten as I stared. I slowly got up to grab a glass of water. When I got back to the bed I sat down doing my best not to wake the beauty next to me. I continued to admire her, her perky boobs and silky skin. She stirred and smiled at me. I smiled back and she grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips were delicious and wonderfully soft. My hands instantly went to her boobs, they started to massage and caress. She pulled out of the kiss and shook her head at me. "Not yet, eager beaver." She said with a smile. Our hangovers began to fade as we rehydrated. I realized we still didn't know each other's names. "How is it I don't know your name?" I asked. "Do you really need to know it?" She replied. "Well shouldn't I?" "I'm not so sure, it's more fun this way, no? How about you just call me S." "S for what? C'mon I wanna know your name!" "Sorry but that's all you're going to get darling." She smiled and jumped out of bed, her boobs bouncing playfully unfortunately she had put her thong back on while I hadn't been paying attention so her cute little mound was hidden. My penis twitched, I wanted her so badly, I wanted to be inside her. "Why don't we spend the day in bed? Maybe have a little fun?" The words came out of my mouth before I could stop myself. Did I really just ask her to spend the day in bed with me? I sounded so cocky. She looked back at me, "As much as I want to just that, I think I have a better idea." She told me about a forested near the campus that she enjoyed walking in. The weather was warm, the last days of an ending summer. She bent over to pull her jeans on, I had to restrain myself from slapping her round peach shaped ass. It was perfect, her tiny black and red thong framing it perfectly. She put her bra on next and must have seen the disappointment in my face. She laughed and said we would have fun later. I dressed quickly, excited to spend the day with this new exciting woman, I couldn't believe I didn't even know her name. I pulled on my favourite pair of jeans and one of my band tees. I wanted to make sure I looked cool (I certainly thought I did back then). She led me out the dorm holding my hand as we walked. Luke and Dylan were in the common room and saw me and S as we passed. Seconds later I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from Luke, 'good night eh?' I would fill him in later. I didn't want to spoil the afternoon texting. Soon we arrived at the park. She took out her phone to check the time and said "I have most of the day, so we can take out time." We began to walk, the path was clearly marked and well walked. The trees loomed high above, their branches swaying in the gentle breeze. The sun shining through the leaves gave the glade an other-worldly feel, as if we were walking through a dream. Her skin glowing whenever the sun kissed it. I just watched and tried to keep my brain as focused on the conversation as I could. Her round ass drawing my eyes constantly. Every time she looked at me it was right into my eyes, she was so direct. She knew what she wanted and I tried to appease her. She asked me about school and what I wanted to do. I told her I was in game development. I asked her the same question, "I dabble here and there. I've switched programs a few times. I started in the sciences and moved into the arts. I haven't quite decided what I want to do." The minutes passed faster than I wanted them to. I couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to her. How did this gorgeous girl want to spend her time with me? I couldn't stop asking myself that over and over. I realized suddenly that we weren't on the path anymore. "Where are we going?" She looked back at me with a mischievous smile, "You'll see." She had peaked my curiosity once more. Soon we reached a small clearing, the grass was green and soft. She sat down and invited me to join her. She pulled out her phone and checked the time again. Then grabbed me and kissed me again. "Ready to have some fun?" She asked playfully. My dick was almost instantly erect. We kissed and tongue wrestled for a little but before long our hands were all over each other. One hand was pulling my head into hers while the other began stroking my cock outside my jeans. She smiled excitedly as she felt it. "Good to go already? I like that!" I closed my eyes and kissed her harder. My hands massaging her soft perky boobs again. Her hand began undoing my belt and then the button of my jeans and then only my boxers separated her soft warm hands from my rock hard dick. Then my shirt was being pulled off, but I still felt her hands on me. Another pair of hands was pulling at my shirt. She broke off from the kiss and I looked around shocked. S giggled as I spun gasped. Another girl! She was brunette with gold flecked brown eyes. Her big D cups begging to be released from their cloth prison, they bulged beneath her tight tank top. She was wearing cut-off jeans and was somewhat shorter than S but her petite frame made her boobs and ass stand out. S introduced her as K. S patted the ground gesturing to K to sit. They sat next to each other, giggling once again. My shirt clasped in my hands half covering myself in embarrassment. It was instinctive, I didn't want to cover myself, obviously I wanted to get more naked with these girls but I couldn't help but be tentative. K smiled at me then turned to S "Well done, he's cute and with a nice body." I blushed. K suddenly kissed S, their lips meeting gently at first, quickly the passion rose and their lips embraced furiously. S's hands grabbing and cupping K's big boobs. Soon they were both feeling each other up. I was in heaven, and perfectly happy to watch. But soon their embrace was broken and S grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her. Our lips met once again. K took her tank top off. I couldn't help but utter "Oh my god, how did I get so lucky." The girls looked at one another again. "We could say the same thing, S told me about your equipment." K said. I continued kissing S, I was in love with those lips of hers. But my hands were all over K, her big boobs begging to be released from her bra. I couldn't believe what was happening. S took her shirt off and then the bras came off. Then the pants. We all stood up still kissing and touching. Each taking a turn to remove the other's pants. As soon as our clothes were all laying in a pile I stepped back and stared for a moment. Trying to take it all in and mentally record everything. The two beautiful girls standing there in the lovely little clearing. Their bodies, both bombshells kissing and touching eagerly. S looked at me and said "get that cock over here." I practically teleported. I kissed each one and tried to fondle both sets of breasts equally, they were different but wonderful, S's cute perky breasts with small nipples, K had bigger rounder D's which sagged only slightly due to their size, with slightly larger nipples. A hand from each of them was on me, both moving to my boxers and the big throbbing member that was struggling against the fabric. I noticed they also had a hand on each other that was moving in a similar direction. Soon their hands were under the fabric. I felt each one move slowly, gently examining my dick. I felt my balls tense. Not yet I told myself, hang in there. They slowly began stroking. I looked down and saw that their other hands were doing the same thing under the panties. We were all moaning softly as we stroked one another. I moved my hands from their breasts down and pulled their thongs off at the same time. They did the same to me and bent down as they did so. Kneeling in front of me. I started to follow them and kneel but they pushed me to stay standing. I obliged and watched. First they kissed each other, then turned their heads to my throbbing cock. First S kissed the tip and swirled the tip with her tongue. K started kissing and licking the shaft. I was dumbstruck. It was taking my entire mental strength to resist exploding. S took me into her mouth, just as she had done before. This time though she got up to speed faster taking me deeper and deeper. Meanwhile K watched, then lay beneath us, putting her head between S's legs. She began licking and sucking, while her hand went to her own mound. I could feel S's moans on my cock. She was getting close too. We all sensed the other's getting close to climax and our speed and ferocity increased. S deep throating me, the sensation making me quiver as my balls began to tingle and twitch. Her moaning rose in pitch and volume. K's hand had stopped stroking and changed to a fingering motion. Our bodies seemed in unison as we all tensed up before the release, I could feel my muscles flex and tighten before letting go. I spewed rope after rope of hot cum deep down S's throat. Her body electrified by her own orgasm tensed and then finally relaxed. K was last to finish, she practically screamed as her climax rocked her body. Her hand moving at lightning speed until finally she lay still, her breathing rapid and shallow. We all lay down in the soft warm grass. It was itchy on my back but I barely noticed. S and K lay on either side of me. Each one had a hand on my resting cock. I told them it was tired but they just smiled and S whispered "I don't think so." She stroked it and then kissed it. To my surprise it began to stand back up. Slowly at first but as they each stroked it in turn it returned to standing at attention. I was excited, I couldn't believe I would lose my virginity this way, in a threesome of all ways! Not only that but with two absolutely gorgeous women. S straddled me. K still laying next to me watched, stroking herself gently again. She whispered in my ear between quiet moans, "I can't wait for you to get inside me." With this my cock went rock hard. S kissed me again, I could feel her firm nipples brush against my chest as she leaned over me. Our kiss didn't last long as she sat up. She reached behind and grasped my member. I felt her wet clit at first, then her silky pussy lips. She was teasing me, moving my cock and using it to stroke herself. I was going mad with anticipation, I wanted to badly to be inside her, to feel her pussy swallow my cock. K, still watching, whispered in my ear, "you want her don't you? You want to be inside her?" I practically shouted back, "Yes! God yes I want to be inside her!" S smiled and looked me in the eye as her hips adjusted, she slowly moved downward, I could feel the slight resistance and then the most glorious feeling. Her silky smooth warmth as my cock was engulfed by her wet hot pussy. I almost came again. A loud moan escaped both our lips as we relished the feeling. S put her hands on my chest and started moving her hips, rocking back and forth slowly. I felt her tunnel grip and tighten around my cock as I pushed in and out of her. The feeling was nothing I had ever felt before and I was in awe. K sat up, and kissed me, then she kissed S. Her hands began to massage S's boobs again and she moved behind her. She started kissing her neck and fondled her breasts, S arched her back and threw her head back moaning. She started moving up and down instead of just using her hips. First she sat all the way down, my dick disappearing completely inside her. The muscles of her warm tunnel contracting around my cock. Then she started moving up and down. I couldn't take my eyes off of what was happening in front of me. K's hands pinching and squeezing S's nipples and kissing her neck. While S continued riding my cock, up and down. She was so wet and warm. I started to move my hips with hers. Instinctively we synced up and soon the pace began to increase as our passion rose. Up and down, faster and faster. She moaned out "Oh God! Oh don't you fucking stop!" She moved faster and faster, I did my best to keep up with her pace. Suddenly I felt her pussy clench tightly around my cock as she climaxed, "Fuck yes! Oh fucking yes!" she cried as her body shook with orgasm. She slowly climbed off herself and kissed me. K said, "finally it's my turn!" She pulled me to my knees and turned herself so her tight round ass faced me. I looked down at her bum, it was nice and round with a little extra to it, making it perfectly circular. She looked back at me, "Well? C'mon I've waited long enough haven't I?" I snapped out of my ass induced daze and pushed my cock into her ass. "Woah, woah there, that's not the right hole." "Oh, sorry." I said, embarrassed. S who up until now was watching guided my cock into the correct position, again she grasped it and began using the tip to stroke the pussy lips. K was even wetter than S, practically dripping. No wonder she was so impatient. I felt her hole and gently pushed forwards with my hips. I slipped inside her easily, her soaking wet tunnel felt amazing. My hands instinctively grabbed her hips as I began to thrust. "Mmmm oh yes, don't stoop." Moaned K. In and out, I pulled myself until the head of my cock was almost outside those amazing lips and then slowly pushed back inside until I couldn't get any deeper. I couldn't help but begin to speed up. Faster and faster, in and out, in and out. My cock began to feel a bit numb, as the stimulation became too much. K was moaning loudly, her breathing was becoming shallow, her hips were moving against mine so I was getting even deeper with every thrust. She cried out, "Yes, yes yes harder, harder!" With all my remaining energy I sped up, thrusting harder and harder, the smack of my hips into her ass was loud in my ears, her moaning reaching a crescendo. I felt my balls begin to tingle. "Fuck oh fucking yes, don't stop!" She cried. I summoned everything I had and moved even faster, even harder. In and out, in and out. Then "Oh, oh fuck, mmmm fuuuck!" She screamed, as she climaxed. Her tunnel constricting and throbbed around my dick. It sent me over the edge, and I squirted ropes of cum deep inside her. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. I pulled my now soft cock out of her and slumped over, completely spent. S embraced me, "That was the most amazing experience of my life." She said. I agreed, "Ya same for me, but I also just lost my V-card so it's obviously going to be the greatest moment for me." I laughed. Both girls looked right at me, "Wait, you're a virgin?" K said. "Well not anymore." I replied. "Holy shit, no way, that was like the best sex I ever had!" said S. "Really, well it was definitely that for me too!" I said with a big smile on my face. "I guess we are going to keep you around." K said. "Ya, although I don't know if I want to share him." Said S. "I don't want to get in between you two!" I said quickly. "Let's just enjoy the moment" They both decided that would be best for now. We lay in silence, watching the afternoon begin to fade into sunset. I kept going over it in my mind, how had all this happened. I still couldn't believe it. I barely been at school a month and I had just lost my virginity to two amazing bombshell girls in a threesome. What else could the semester have in store?
Introduction: This idea has been in my head for a long time. If you're not into young, crossdressing, or older man/younger boy, then turn back now. I do not condone anything in this story, it is simply a fantasy. I hope you enjoy it! Brian sat impatiently on the park bench, fidgeting in anticipation and excitement. He quickly checked his phone for the time yet again, seeing it was just after 1AM. It was the perfect time for meeting a customer. He reached over to run his fingers along the signature red bracelet over his left wrist, which let men in the area know he was 'working'. His ears perked up when he heard some noises off in the distance, a gentle rustling in the bushes. Brian smiled slightly, knowing someone else must be doing just what he was about to do now. He thought about that video game he wanted, the one all the other kids at school were talking about. But at 14, he was too young to have a job, and too old to convince his parents to buy things for him anymore. More chores and the prospect of getting an actual job wasn't exactly palatable to him, so he went browsing on the internet for a better way to make money. After finding some questionable web sites with some not-so-mainstream suggestions, he decided that this was the best way for him to make a quick buck. The fact that it excited him so much definitely helped. Looking down and running his eyes over his smooth petite body, he double checked himself to make sure his outfit was in order. He lifted his butt and adjusted the short black pleated skirt hitched tightly to his waist, which barely concealed the small red thong that clung tightly to his smooth boy parts and wedged right between his firm butt cheeks. The fabric felt amazing against his skin, as did the light breeze across his soft, freshly-shaven legs. The black heels strapped to his feet were slightly uncomfortable and difficult to walk in, but they looked great on him. As his eyes adjusted to the dark and moved back up above his waist, he couldn't help but run his hands up his flat, exposed tummy. The tight pink spaghetti-strap top he had 'borrowed' from his sister was just small enough that it showed his midriff when he sat up or moved at all. It hugged the black padded bra underneath, carefully stuffed with tissues to give him a slight bust. Cupping his fake chest in his hands, Brian let out a soft moan. He knew the pervy men that frequented this area would like it as much as he did. Flicking his tongue across his lips, he tasted the bright, fruity pink lip gloss smeared over his pouty lips. He went easy on the make-up, trying not to look too trashy, instead shooting for a more naturally feminine look. Brian's own soft features, which were often the target of school bullies, tonight would work to his advantage. Just some light mascara to accent his eyes and the lip gloss was all it took to bring out those alluring features. Just as he finished taking himself in for the third time tonight, he heard some light footsteps coming down the path toward his bench. He quickly adjusted himself, crossing his legs and trying to appear casual for fear of someone normal coming this way. His heart fluttered as an older man came into view, clearly edgy and nervous. Brian's heart began pounding in his chest, both from nervous anticipation and strange excitement. He turned and smiled softly at the man, whose darkened silhouette was coming into view. The man bit his lower lip and swallowed hard, his eyes clearly roaming over the young tart before him. With a final breath, he sat down next to Brian, averting his eyes. Brian followed his every move, turning slightly to his potential customer of the night to show off a little more. He waited patiently for a minute, trying to let the man calm his nerves. Finally, he glanced over and smiled at Brian, his face slightly flushed. "Um.. hi," he practically stammered. Brian smiled wider and scooted closer, keeping his voice low so as not to sound too boyish. "Hiya, mister." A soft moan escaped the older man's lips, clearly turned on by the overall package. His eyes moved to the red bracelet around Brian's thin wrist, reaching out tentatively to rub his thumb over it. He glanced around cautiously before leaning in and practically whispering "Are... are you.. working?" Brian let out a soft girlish giggle, placing his smaller hand on the man's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch, a bulge growing across the front of his pants. "I sure am," was Brian's simple reply. The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his knees a little, no longer making any effort to hide his excitement. His large hand rested over Brian's smaller girly one, and he leaned in close, his breath smelling of alcohol. "Um.. I've never done this before." Brian's hand squeezed his customer's thigh softly, slowly tracing small circles along it with his fingertips, trying to boost the man's confidence in his decision. "That's ok. I'm very discreet," Brian cooed. His eyes seeming to light up, the stranger smiled and took a deep breath. He seemed to compose himself, taking one last quick look around the park before leaning in closer and muttering, "So um.. how much?" Taking this as his cue to pour on the marketing, Brian shifted his position so he had one leg tucked under his butt and was completely facing the man. He leaned in very close, pressing his padded chest against the stranger's arm and pushing his hand between the man's thighs, cupping his bulge. His voice was low, but he made no effort to hide his own excitement. "I'll suck your cock for a hundred bucks, daddy." The man shook at the comment, his bulge swelling and straining against Brian's hand. He quickly reached for his wallet, but Brian laid his hand over the man's to stop him. Glancing around, he smiled and leaned close to his ear, whispering softly "Not here, daddy. Follow me." Brian did his best to stand up without creating a tent under his skirt, his own excitement straining the fabric of the panties underneath it. He held his new friend's hand as he stood, and soon felt a gentle tug as it was used to support the larger man that stood next to him. He, however, made no such attempt to hide his bulge, the thick member outlined clearly through his pants. Gripping his hand, Brian led him along like a lost dog. He pushed directly into the bushes behind the bench, leading the man a short distance to a very small, secluded spot among the foliage. There was very little light, and the only sound was a soft breeze rustling through the branches above. Brian turned swiftly and smiled up at his new client, reaching out to cup his hand over the bulge in his pants. He watched anxiously as the stranger reached again into his wallet and extracted a single $100 bill. He held it up in his hand, appearing to contemplate for a second. His eyes ran over the short skirt around Brian's hips, and he blushed before blurting out softly "Now.. you are a boy... aren't you?" A small smile crept across Brian's lips at the question. He lifted his skirt, flashing his own package neatly tucked into the thong. The head was already peeking out, so Brian made no move to hide it. Instead, he reached down and pushed the small triangle of fabric down to let his boyhood spring out, exposing himself to the man. It was only 6" long with a small set of freshly-shaved balls, but its fat head and smooth texture complimented the feminine look nicely. The stranger groaned in approval, quickly handing the crossdressed boy his money. Quickly taking the bill and stuffing it into his bra, Brian calmly slipped to his knees and reached up to press his hands against the man's pants. He wasted no time and began undoing them, not wanting to stay out any longer than he had to; his parents could notice at any moment that he was missing. As he unzipped the pants before him, a pair of blue boxers with a noticeable wet spot across the front came into view. Pulling the stranger's pants down just enough for access, he next tugged down the blue boxers and smiled as an average-looking cock spring out. Brian estimated it to be just a bit longer than his own, but pleasantly thick and with a long vein running along its length. The circumcised head was smeared with shiny, sticky precum, with a dribble of it already flowing from the very tip. The boy smiled up at the man and licked his lips, sliding a hand up and wrapping his fingers around the shaft. "Nice cock, daddy" Brian cooed, gently squeezing the thick manhood in his hand. The man simply grunted in response, his eyes locked on the kneeling crossdresser. Brian started to stroke it slowly, thankful that it was a manageable size; yet he secretly lusted for a larger one, thrilled at the dirty thoughts running through his own head. But this one would have to do, money was money after all. Without hesitation, Brian leaned in and eagerly took the dick into his mouth. Clamping his lips just under the ring under the head, he then swirled his tongue over the head. The man let out a moan of pleasure, and his cock responded by swelling and releasing a steady flow of precum over the warm tongue that enveloped it. The precum was so sweet that Brian took a second to lick the tip clean before pushing down an inch, starting to bob up and down on the man's cock. His lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, and he sucked gently each time he pulled back toward the head. In no time the man was moaning and whimpering ecstatically above him, resting a guiding hand on the boy's head. Taking more and more of the delicious cock into his mouth, Brian soon felt the head thumping against the back of his throat. Fingers curled in his hair and tugged gently, urging him to go deeper. He acquiesced and pushed down further, wincing and swallowing to allow the head to pop into his throat. The rest of the meaty dick slipped right into his mouth, balls now resting on his chin. He swallowed hard and resisted the urge to gag, glancing up at the owner of the cock buried in his mouth. The man was glaring down at him, his eyes starting to glaze over in lust. His voice was soft but strained. "Holy shit... suck that cock, you little slut," he encouraged, rocking his hips forward to thrust slightly into Brian's mouth in rhythm with the boy's bobbing. Brian's eyes started to water as he looked up at the man, working along his length with his mouth and throat. He slipped a hand under the balls that bounced off his chin and cupped them gently, gagging slightly as his throat was used strictly for his partner's pleasure. Spit began to dribble down Brian's chin and coat the balls that smacked against them. He could hear the man standing above him panting and grunting harder, but his pace only seemed to quicken. "You like Daddy's big cock, little boy?" The dirty talk coming from this seemingly shy man was driving the young cocksucker wild. His own erection leaked precum all the way down his shaft, making it shimmer in the dim lighting. Brian resisted the urge to touch himself and focused on pleasuring his client instead. As the teen teased his new Daddy with his hand and mouth, he was greeted by a hard thrust into his mouth. He gagged hard, breathing hard through his nose as the head was just as quickly tugged from his throat. His fingers curled behind the man's balls, pressing on the spot just behind his sack. He hummed softly over the head as it dragged across his tongue, more sweet precum coating it and mixing with his own spit. His tongue flicked across the very tip, causing a sharp grunt to release from the man's lips. The cock was pulled from his mouth, leaving his painted lips with an audible 'pop'. "Tell daddy how old you are, little slut." The dirty man stood over him, panting and grunting as he furiously pumped his slick shaft in his hand. Brian smiled up at him and spread his knees wider, giving the man a good look at the cock between his smooth legs, as if to confirm once again that he really was a boy. I'm only 14, daddy," Brian eked out in the most feminine voice he could muster. No sooner had he spoken those works and opened his mouth that Daddy began to buck and grunt. His thick cock throbbed and erupted long spurts of white gooey cum all over the boy's face. He quickly shut his eyes, feeling the thick fluid land all over his face and stick to his skin. Some of it landed in his mouth and over his tongue, more dribbling down his chin. Brian opened one eye and glanced up just as the man was working the last drops of cum over his perky fake chest, getting spots of cum onto his top and chest. The spent stranger panted and almost fell backwards as his knees buckled. He reached for a nearby tree to steady himself, struggling not to fall over in post-coital bliss and exhaustion. He managed a weakened smile down at the cum-covered teenager, looking over his work. As the cum-coated sissy wiped some of the seed from his face and smeared it across his top, he watched in mild amusement as the man fumbled with his boxers and pangs. He looked slightly ashamed but managed to gather his nerves as his cock was tucked back safely into the confines of his boxers. "Wow, that was... that was amazing. Are you really 14?" he asked, looking curiously over the boy. Brian simply nodded and tried to giggle girlishly, flicking his tongue across his lips to lick them clean. The man let out another soft moan, seeming to blush as he realized what a dirty thing he had just done. He reached for his wallet and produced a $20 bill, then quickly pushed it into Brian's bra right next to the first, being careful not to touch the cum peppered over his skin and clothing. "You earned that, sweetie." Brian smiled wide to thank the generous man, watching as he turned and made his way out of the dense bushes and into the night. Just as the man was out of sight, Brian reached between his smooth thighs and furiously stroked his own throbbing cock. He cupped one of his padded breasts in his other hand, feeling drops of cum against his fingers. He whimpered softly, feeling his balls tighten as his whole body ached for release. His knees spread wide, back arching and head tilting back as his smooth young cock released, sending thick long ropes of cum flying out. It landed in thin streams across the grass, the last of it leaking out over his fingers, panties, and skirt. The small spot was quite a mess with a mixture of his and the customer's cum. As the adrenaline rush of the encounter washed away, Brian began tucking himself back into the confining panties and attempting to smooth out his sticky outfit. He licked his fingers clean of his own remnants of cum before reaching into the bra and producing his hard-earned money. He giggled when he saw a streak of cum across one of the bills, wondering if anyone would suspect how he got it when he finally went to spend it.
Introduction: Spending the night with the woman you love, that is married to someone else After a dinner at the beach I can see anticipation in your eyes. There is so little time we watch the clock as hours turn to seconds. Our evening is still ours so we go back to our place. Entering the room I am overcome by a yearning one that is unique to being with you. You turn to face me stepping a short step back to me. I feel you next to me a sensation that is almost overpowering. You put your arms around my neck and look into my eyes and it is you that kisses me as I remember from our first kiss some time ago. We are in each other's arms inseparable as one. We kiss and exchange little comments reinforcing our wish to share our lives. We just stand, kiss, and hug in embrace. Not in silence but short half sentences that we can complete in our mines. You taste so sweet each kiss like the finest wine; one that god could only create. It is a flavor that does not have a match, unique to you and fills my craving if for only now. You have moved your arms around my waist as our foreheads touch. Somehow your smooth hands have found their way under my shirt to my bareback. There is no need to know how they got there because it feels unbelievably good. You tongue touches mine as you slip it between my lips. Together, our tongues lightly caressing each other, we are savoring our love. When we separate for a second I look into your eyes and with a smile say, "I've waited so long for this" A smile passes your lips and you kiss me again, harder and deeper; your arms wrapped tightly around me, pull me close. You feel one hand leave your back, as I caress your cheek pushing your hair aside so I can see your pretty face. You take a little step back grabbing my un-tucked shirt pulling it over my head. You look so beautiful in your outfit but I need you too join me flesh on our flesh. I slowly remove your top we both notice my hands shaking in anticipation. I reach behind to unclasp and your breasts fall free released from their enclosure for me to see. Not fully naked our breathing is hot and hungry. We have been together intimately already today, however there is still a feeling of youthful innocence sexually eager as we prepare to undress. As we continue kissing the temperature seems to rise. I feel your breast to my chest as we kiss again and again. My hands move to your breast. I kiss down along your neck, while my hands move from your waist to lightly caress the side of your breast. One hand touches a nipple it is sensitive by your reaction. That encourages me to touch each lightly stimulating them hard. Lowering my head I bring my lips to the end giving it a kiss. I feel your arms wrap around my head seeming hold me there for your pleasure. I enjoy licking and sucking feeling you chest rise and fall with each of your breaths. Relaxed dropping on a knee I slide my tongue between your breasts then across your tight tummy. I unbutton your shorts un-zipping them, then lowered to the floor. Your bikini bottom are all that are left as I stand back up running my lips back across you; stomach, breast, then neck. Standing, I remove my shorts so I am nude to bring you back into my arms. We spend more time kissing something we seem not to tire; which I am glad. Even as we stand in loving clutch we talk and talk. Somehow yearning ultimately gets in the way and we retire to our bed. You lay back looking at me in the eyes holding both hands out in front to welcome me to join you. Lying across the bed you look just gorgeous and I wonder for moment how I could be so lucky you and me. As I join you one knee sets between your smooth toned legs, with the other just outside your leg. My firm penis and tight scrotum lay on your leg leaving a wet line of excitement as we engage. My hands rise under your two arms that you have around my neck. My thigh presses your vulva pleasuring you I know as I can feel the wetness grow leaving your own mark. My smooth shaved legs have the same benefit to you and yours bring me hard touching your thigh I shaved in the morning. Our smoothness allows us to touch without even a hair getting in the way. Again we lock in kiss I am happy we are together two souls mated in body and mind. You then roll on top of me straddling my waist placing your two hands on my chest. You have a gleeful smile. As you move down my torso one hand touches my firm penis. I watch as you kiss and give me pleasure without the slightest in hesitation. You take me deep, again and again engulfing it all. Looking up I see that smile something meant for me. The warmth from being deep in you only matches the warmth I feel being with you. You carefully continue giving me oral pleasure just to the brink of ejaculation. Oh it feels so good. Saving it for later on. Out of a haze, "let me taste your nectar, my love I want to indulge you too". As you lay on your back I come between your legs. Your panty is still on, so I gently pull them down your legs. As they pass your sculptured feet I kiss the top of each. You open yourself looking into my face moving to consume the nectar I yearn. The tip of my tongue searches for the clitoris. In route I cherish and taste each rose pedal engulfed in its evening dew. The tip touches the spot and I feel your electric current. Its charge keeps me hard. I bring my lips over sucking just a little. You let me know exactly what you want. I like the guidance so I can bring you to the fullest. I am not submissive I truly want to give you the most and telling me I am right on, building my pleasure too. You last to an explosion giving me a flow of your sweet nectar. A benefit I really adore. You still have the taste of me in your mouth, as I do you. Somehow that mixture charges our next kiss our tongues getting entangled. As I pull up you open your legs and labia "lips" for my hardness to enter joining us in sex. Wet from my stimulation we quickly lock engaged. You feel so good. My shaved pelvic is wet with you placing repeated pressure on your clit adding to your pleasure. As my penis fills your womb with sperm I can feel it contract. My manhood is not large and we are again a perfect fit. We rock together into a world together climaxing again and again. I cannot describe all the emotion it is almost overwhelming, but it is love. As we separate some of our juice flows free. You are so filled you lay satisfied, as I drink the froth with lust in my head. As we finish in each arms our minds mesh in thought. I can tell you I love you true as you have told me too. Exhausted we fall asleep still in each other's arms dreaming of the one love next to us. As we wake the next morning we plan the day, but first we make love again.
Introduction: Kelly is a 38 year-old blonde with 3 kids and a latino husband who had started taking her for granted. Kelly Loves Black Cock! By daydriver2010 I was not one to get crazy over working out everyday but I did always look forward to my twice-monthly visit to my favorite spa inside our Manhattan health club. The most unbelievable visit of my life happened last week. After enjoying a very relaxing, full-body massage from some new employee named Michael, an unbelievably strong, hard bodied, black masseuse, I wrapped a clean sheet around myself and headed off to the ladies shower. To my extreme dismay, there was a sign on the door stating that it was closed due to some plumbing problems. I went back to see if Michael knew how I might avoid having to go back home to take a shower before going after my oldest kid at her soccer practice. He looked down at me, grinned and suggested that I go ahead and use the men's spa shower stall. He said that there were no more appointments scheduled for the rest of the day and if I'd hurry, he'd lock the door and wait outside. I decided that it was worth it to save time before picking her up and going to meet my husband. I entered the men's shower with my towel and removed the sheet covering my small little body. I got under the soothing, hot spray and became more than a little turned-on thinking about all the nubile, attractive studs that washed their buffed, muscle-bound forms in that same shower. I started soaping myself up and got my hair wet, pushing it all back over my shoulders. Suddenly, I turned around and found myself facing Michael again, only this time he was as naked as I was and was sporting a massive, rock-solid black cock that I had figured he would possess! Now, after seeing it first hand, I was certain that it was absolutely the longest, thickest cock that I'd ever seen in my life! Including the one's in some porno DVD'S that my husband is always asking me to watch with him! I knew what he had in mind so I boldly approached him, licked my lips and kneeled down in front of him for a closer look of his tool. I had never fucked a black man before but there was always a first time! After fondling his gigantic, heavy ball sack and stroking my slender manicured fingers over the throbbing brown monster for a moment I knew right then that, it was soon going to be planted deep inside my pussy even if we got caught! As I carefully wrapped my lips around the huge circumcised head, he moaned and muttered something about not wanting to be fired. I ignored him and started to suck eagerly as I felt my pussy getting wetter than it had in quite a while. I felt like the nastiest whore, not concerned in the least with getting caught. The only thing on my mind was getting that big log of black meat inside my needy, under-served cunt! I could barely get the bulbous head into my mouth and there was no chance he was going to get deep throat from me! Hell, I couldn't even get my fingers completely around his shaft at the base! How was I, a five foot, 112-pound woman going to get a massive black cock like that into my pussy? No matter, however, I was going to fuck this beautiful cock or die trying! He growled and lifted me up by the armpits, carrying me effortlessly out of the shower and deposited me on my back on the paper covered massage table. Hoping he had already locked up the front doors I spread my thin, white legs wide as he moved in between them. There were no preliminaries and I gasped as he pressed the enormous, shiny-black head against my tiny, 38-year-old opening. I was so wet that when he pushed against my outer lips opened wider than I ever thought possible! I inhaled sharply as the huge, spongy-brown head popped inside me and relentlessly began splitting me apart! There was just a little bit of pain but an intensely warm feeling flowed up towards my tits as I lifted my knees higher and wrapped my heels around his hard, muscular ass. I cried out just once when the entire thing suddenly just seated itself up inside me as far as it would go; crashing against my cervix and making me feel like the nasty white slut I had just become! To my extreme surprise, I was soaking wet inside and the huge pole felt amazing as he gritted his teeth and started to fuck me slowly. He clasped one huge hand flat on my lower belly and began fucking me faster as I began crying out for him to take it easy with me. Michael hissed for me to stay quiet as he pumped me a little faster and suddenly I felt my pussy relaxing even more as my lubrication continued increasing. He was getting even harder at the feel of my pussy getting wet! All the sudden he jerked the entire thing out of me with a loud sucking sound and laid it on my quivering belly. He looked me in the eyes and asked me if I liked this big black battering ram! I responded with another groan, "It's fabulous Michael, please put it back in me! FUCK...ME! GET BUSY!" Well, he heard me perfectly. A second or two later I felt him spreading my oozing red cunt lips apart with his calloused fingers and quickly pushing the entire ten or eleven inches back inside me so quickly that it knocked the wind out of me! Ignoring my whimpering he started pounding me like I was some kind of a rag doll… The feeling was indescribable, I started to come like I'd never come before in my entire fuckin' life! He banged my wet, splayed-open cunt deeply like a wild man for a few minutes and by the time I felt him coming deep inside me I had already come so many times I'd lost count! He stopped moving his enormous rubber hose and I grasped his massive balls and felt them contracting as he squirted wave after wave deep into me as I nearly passed out. When he finally quit and pulled the slowly deflating monster out of me with another wet sucking noise, I was so weak that I couldn't even pull my skinny legs back together! My teenage daughter would just have to find herself another ride home! The next morning I called the spa to thank him again and blatantly asked him to invite me to his home sometime and give me another ride whenever he could "fit me in!" Kelly R. New York City. 2014.
Introduction: Family photos have never been so fun John was a young architect working with a new firm in Denver Colorado. One Sunday night he was headed out of town for business Monday morning. He arrived at the airport early as usual to make sure everything went smoothly. After sitting down at the gate he noticed a very attractive young lady standing in a line at the gate desk. She was about 5'9" and had a thin flowing figure. Her hair was a long and naturally curly dirty blonde. She was wearing a slightly fitted short shirt that displayed a hint of midriff and some cargo pants that were surprisingly snug revealing a tight butt. She seemed to be alone waiting for her turn in line and John found himself mesmerized by her, longing to see her face clearly. About then she turned around looking across the gate area in boredom. Her face displayed model-like cheekbones and crystal clear blue eyes that were obvious even from 25 feet away. John continued to gaze at her examining her plump rich breasts underneath her shirt and her trim waste line that almost revealed what appeared to be the tight stomach of a woman in good shape. About that time she saw John looking at her and looked him right in the eyes. John, surprised that she saw him in an ocean of people calmly lowered his eyes as if he wasn't looking. She turned around and continued on her business and John found himself inadvertently staring at her again. When she turned around this time she didn't scan the room, but looked only at him. When he saw those blue eyes again he realized he was staring, but couldn't take his eyes off of her beauty. She looked at him for a couple of minutes and then turned around. John continued to stare hypnotized by her well toned arms that revealed a little muscle tone, but not too much muscle. About that time a young man came and joined her. There relationship was unclear, but they were definitely similar in age, about 25. While speaking with her companion she looked back at John only to find him watching her every move. John was concerned that he would make her uncomfortable, but she didn't seem disturbed as she continued her conversation while watching John. Finally she turned away again and John realized that his flight was about to board. While boarding a full flight with a laptop and large carryon He lost touch of the beautiful mistress. After moving most of the way to the back of the plane and getting settled into an aisle seat they escalated into the air toward their destination. About an hour into the late evening flight, John was doing some work on his laptop when a piece of paper fell onto his keyboard. In large letters it read, "Meet me in the bathroom". John was confused having moved on from his previous frame of thought into work-mode. He glanced back and saw that gorgeous butt moving away from him toward the back of the plane. While watching her she looked back over her shoulder, smiled and continued toward the back. John looked around the somewhat darkened airplane noticing several people asleep including the people next to him. It took him a minute to process what was going on, but realizing the situation he stood and moved to the back of the plane. He had seen one of the two restroom doors close on his journey and new his intoxicating woman was behind it, so he knocked lightly not to gain any attention. The door opened and there she stood with her long flowing curly hair and capturing eyes. She gestured and then pulled John in by the shirt and reached her arms around him to latch the door. Their bodies were pressed close just to fit into the tight quarters and John began to get hard due to the circumstances. The young bombshell was pressed so tightly to him that she could feel his uncontrolled response and smiled and in a pleasing tone vocalized, "mmmm." John stood stunned by the turn of events as the beautiful woman only inches from him slid down and sat on the toilet and began to unbuckle his belt. She looked up and smiled at him as his response became more obvious pressing out on his pants. She then slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants making sure to run her hand across his semi-hard cock through the pants and then slid them and his boxers down with one motion. John stood surprised by her sudden movement but continued to be stunned by her beauty. She began to lightly caress his balls and barely touch his growing cock with her fingertip until John was hard as a rock. Next she gently licked the tip of his cock where precum was gathering. John thought his knees were going to go out as he leaned back on the door that was inches from his back. John was surprised when he heard a ding and someone say something over a speaker and then remembered he was on a plane. The surprising young lady then proceeded to take him as deep into her mouth as she could while still playing with his balls. John let out a soft moan as he felt an explosion coming on already. Suddenly she stopped and stood up shaking her head no and somehow managed to slide her pants and panties off in one motion. She then slipped up onto the very small counter and sink area with her legs spread revealing a well trimmed luscious pussy and grabbed John by his throbbing cock and pulled him inside of her. Just then the plane hit some light turbulence. The vibrations and motion of the plane provided an even more heavily stimulating environment and John feared he wouldn't last long. Their bodies pressed together thrusting deeper and deeper as the plane listed about. In an instant the plane took a drastic dip causing John to have butterflies in his stomach. The goddess of sex that he was buried inside gasped as the motion clearly brought her pleasure. That was almost all he could bear and knew he couldn't last much longer. Her beautifully sculpted legs wrapped around him pulling him in harder and harder to her. Her dirty blonde hair waved as her body moved forward and backward. Suddenly the plane took another long dip and she opened her eyes wide in amazement of the pleasure. One look into those amazing eyes and John blew his load filling her soft warm pussy, but she was clearly also having that experience as he looked into her eyes and felt her pussy contract around him. The waves of extreme orgasm outlasted the turbulence the plane had hit and John slipped out of her and leaned back against the wall. As he looked at her he saw his cum dripping from her satisfied pussy and running down the cabinet underneath her. She sat back against the mirror clearly content with her experience with her legs still spread on the counter. She then reached over and pulled out a paper towel and dried her dripping pussy, slipped off the counter pressing up against John again and sliding down and pulling up her panties and cargo pants, but not without taking an extended stop to lick, kiss and suck on John's already very sensitive cock. She smiled at him and then unlatched the door and was barely able to slide out of it, closing it behind her. John stood in unbelief of what had just happened, cleaned himself up and redressed. As he moved back to his seat he scanned the plane for her and saw her sitting several rows in front of him next to the same young man John had seen before the flight. John sat down at his seat and relaxed the rest of the flight. Upon arrival he watched her as she exited the plane and saw she was holding hands with the man she sat with. Very casually she looked back finding John, smiled and winked at him as she carried her exquisite body through the airport. His astounding experience with the mysterious woman was over, but would never be forgotten.
Introduction: Sam challenges Tegan to complete a simple errand Tegan walked as if being puppeted. She was exhausted physically and mentally, and had difficulty believing her legs were carrying her forward, feeling as though her mind was simply a passenger in a body that was acting of its own accord. When Sam had ordered her to walk to the store just before dawn clad in nothing but her shoes and stockings and a collar she intended to refuse. Despite still being gagged with gaffer tape and her own underwear, she had every opportunity to say no. But here she was, carefully picking her way across the street towards the park, struggling to balance in her heels with her wrists bound in front of her and the lingering effects of a decent amount of wine. Obviously, she felt exposed and vulnerable. While it was still dark it wouldn't be for long. Even if she moved quickly the store she was being sent to wouldn't open until six, and then she had to walk back just as people – her neighbours – were starting to go about their day. Not to mention any pre-dawn lurkers in the park. This wasn't a bad area to live in, not a particularly rough neighbourhood, but even if she wasn't stumbling around naked with slowly drying semen smeared across her chest and an extremely uncomfortable rubber plug up her ass she'd have been nervous about walking around in near darkness. As things were at present, she was terrified. As she cut through the park sticking to one of the paths that crisscrossed through it that would take her to her destination, she furtively glanced around, not seeing or hearing anything. So far there were no signs of life. She could hear cars in the distance but so far no one had come down either of the streets that framed the park, though it was inevitable her luck would run out at some point, the longer she was out here. Suddenly a rustling sound behind her made her turn around, letting out a startled but muffled scream and she tried to raise her hands protectively, but with her wrists tapped together her mobility was thoroughly impeded. In her panicked movement she nearly fell and a pair of storng hands gripped her upper arms and steadied her, and it took a few seconds for her to realise it was Trevor. She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes as a mixture of complex emotions bubbled inside her. Fear, relief, shame. For his part, Trevor just held her steady for a moment while she collected herself, then when she seemed calm he reached up and began to peel off her tape gag. Tegan held steady as he took one corner and gently eased it off, keeping her lips pinched until the tape was off and he stuck it to the back of his hand for safekeeping. She spat out her ruined saliva-sodden panties and caught them in her hands, taking a deep breath. They stood silently for a minute as Tegan caught her breath. "Thanks." She whispered, her voice cracking. "No problem." Trevor said. Then after a pause he continued: "Sam sent me to follow and keep an eye on you, make sure you didn't get hurt on your walk. He didn't tell me to come take your gag off but he didn't specifically say not to either." He shrugged. "Oh." Was all Tegan could manage as she continued walking, concious that she still had a task to complete. Trevor kept pace with her for a minute before breaking the silence again. "You ok?" he probed gently. Tegan ignored the question and countered with her own. "Did you know? About me being there before you came over tonight?" "No" Trevor said earnestly. "I trained Sam at the gym when he joined a couple of years back. He doesn't need a personal trainer anymore but we still get together for beers occasionally. This was the first time he invited me to a card game though." "So he didn't tell you I'd be there or anything like that?" "I knew he had some roommates, and one of them was a girl. I didn't know that was you." "Ah." Tegan. "So he doesn't know about that time... at the gym?" "He might." Trevor admitted. Tegan glanced sideways at him. "I told him the story over a beer. Y'know, guy talk. That I beat up some kids and this cute girl was so grateful we hooked up right in the back room of the gym. Said she was a redhead and walking around with no underwear. He… might have figured it out. Or suspected something. I guess that's why I got the poker invite." "Oh." Tegan said again, lapsing into quietness again. For some reason this walk in the park felt strangely intimate, in contrast with the sexual olympics she'd been participating in. While she'd been becoming more bold in her sexual adventures she wasn't really used to relative strangers hanging out afterwards like they were on some kind of date. "You must think I'm pretty fucked up." Tegan said, fishing for reassurance. "Well, a bit." Trevor faltered then course corrected when Tegan shot him a hurt look. "In a good way, y'know? I mean you were pretty forward that time in the gym, tonight was pretty crazy. But I don't judge. I mean I did go along with it." "Why did you?" Tegan asked. "I don't mean that in any judgey way, I'm genuinely asking." "When a cute girl wants to get freaky, it's kinda hard to turn it down. Even when you have to share." "Is that a common occurrence for you?" "I wish." Trevor laughed. "Here's the thing… I once told Sam about this girl I was dating. She had some kinks. She wanted to get into BDSM, did some bondage, spanking, pretty mild stuff. Then one day she tells me she wants me to get rough. Really rough. Slapping, choking, maybe some nonconsent roleplay. I wasn't into it. Correction, I was into it, but I was afraid to do it. We had a fight about it and we ultimately broke up over it, she called me 'bonehead', which Sam found hilarious. So now 'bonehead' is his go to phrase for when I should stop overthinking something and just go with it. That's how I knew it was consensual. It… it was right?" "It's a bit late to be asking isn't it?" Tegan laughed, trying to keep her voice down as they approached the other side of the park. "Yes. Mostly." "Mostly?" "It's kind of a long story." Tegan stopped walking and turned to Trevor. "It's probably going to affect the way you think about me, but I feel like all things considered it probably can't get much worse. I want to get it off my chest, if that's ok." "Sure." Trevor said reassuringly. "About two months ago I quit my job. I told my roommates I got fired. They were going to kick me out and find a roommate that could pay their bills, so I offered an alternative: me." Tegan took a deep breath. "It was kind of a fantasy of mine, so become a sexual plaything, to give myself over to someone to use freely. The big hurdle was deciding to offer myself to all three guys instead of just one – but I didn't want any one guy to feel like he owned me. I just wanted to be used. So the deal was, they split my rent and bills and expenses between them. In exchange, they share the benefits equally. Any time they want, as much as they want, any hole they want." She paused, trying to read Trevor's face. When he said nothing she continued. "So that's how it was, at first. They'd visit me one at a time, fuck, and go. We progressed to threesomes, and full on group sex, everyone together. What surprised me though was how bored I got. Not with the sex, but with life in general, not having anything to keep busy. When the guys were at work or school or whatever, I had all this time to think, and it made me want more. I started letting them do other things, outside the usual arrangement. The more they felt like they were doing degrading things to me, the more excited and fulfilled I felt." "And here we are." Trevor concluded, gesturing at her naked body in the dim light. "And here we are." Tegan agreed. "Sam didn't know I was going to do that tonight. He tried to trick me into doing it on his terms but I refused. Then did it anyway. Because that's apparently who I am now. In some ways I hate it. In other ways I love it. Do you understand?" "I think I get it." "So here's the big question: how does that make me seem to you, as a person?" Trevor took some time to think about it. "I think you're doing what a lot of us would do, if we had the courage." "Are you just saying that to be nice? I was kind of expecting you to be disgusted." "Do you really care what I think?" "Kind of. To be honest I was considering coming back to the gym and asking you if you wanted to get a coffee some time, but I thought you might not want to date a girl who walked around without any underwear and let a stranger fuck her in the back room of a gym." Tegan laughed. "I can't imagine what you think of me now." "Are you asking me out on a date?" "I thought about it. But all things considered what I'm really asking if if a guy could even consider dating someone when they've seen them like this." "I'd have to think about it." Tegan glanced over to the store as the shopkeeper flipped the sign to open and took a deep breath. "I'll be back in a few minutes, probably." Tegan said. "Do you know what Sam wrote on the note?" "No idea. I'm sure it'll become apparent." She nodded at the tape stuck to Trevor's hand. "I probably need that." Trevor carefully reaffixed the tape over her mouth, lining it up with the red mark on her face that lingered from it being on for hours, and smoothed it down. Tegan held out her sodden panties and Trevor delicately pinched them between thumb and forefinger. With another deep breath Tegan crossed the road and entered the store. ----- A bell jingled as Tegan opened the door and stumbled in. The store was empty for now and the clerk did a double take as she stumbled in unsteady on her heels and rushed out from behind the counter. "Holy crap, are you ok?" he asked as he approached but stopped short of touching her, partially out of concern but also because he noticed a bunch of sticky fluids on her face and chest. He was a short statured guy of vaguely asian appearance, and Tegan found it hard to pick his age. He could be eighteen or a well-preserved twenty five. She tilted her head back to try to draw his attention to the note Sam had stuck into her collar. He very carefully reached for it and slipped it free, unfolding it. His brow furrowed as he read it aloud in a soft voice. "I need a copy of today's paper, please do not touch me.' Is this right?" He queried her. Tegan just nodded, she was honestly surprised Sam didn't try to include anything else, considering how much she had confused the discussion around her boundaries. The clerk took a copy of one of the fresh newspapers off the stack and thrust it in her hands, glancing through the window. She realised he could probably see Trevor across the street and assumed he was the one that sent her in here. "Tell your friend I don't want to see you in here like this again. Don't involve me in your weird fucking games." He turned away and returned behind the counter. Tegan was mollified. She'd gotten so accustomed to being a sex object that she didn't know quite how to react, but she definitely felt pangs of shame and revulsion that hit her harder than if he had just used her like every other man she'd encountered over the last couple of months. With that she turned back and pushed through the door to exit back out onto the street, blinking back tears. The sun was almost clear of the horizon now and the street was lit with an eerie orange glow. She could hear the distant traffic picking up in volume as more people started their day, though it struck her that it was a Saturday – fewer people going to work and getting up early. Of course she wasn't going to waste more time attracting attention. After the clerk's reaction she wanted to be back inside more than ever. She hurredly cross the street just as a set of headlights appeared further up. Joined by her escort, she crossed back through the park, Trevor took his cue from her urgency and didn't waste time trying to make conversation. She hesitated at the other end of the park thinking she heard cars approaching and concealed herself behind a hedgerow. Trevor took the opportunity to put her panties back in her mouth and re-cover her lips with the tape, then they made a break for it as soon as the cars passed. When they reached the front door Trevor pulled out Sam's keys and open the door, letting her precede him inside where Sam was waiting alone. She didn't know where Jayden and Matt were but assumed he'd sent them home. She handed him the paper. "Well done, slut." As much as she hated to admit it, the relatively kind words were welcome after the harsh admonition from the convenience store clerk and she felt a tingle in her aching vagina. Trevor lingered awkwardly near the door and Sam called him over with a tilt of his head. "Would you give me a hand?" Sam set the paper aside and started to peel back the end of the tape binding her wrists together and unwind it from her. Trevor took the initiative of peeling the tape from her mouth for the second time and carefully removing the panties. Between them they made a show it it being more difficult than it really was. Once Sam had the tape removed from her wrists, he took the mouth piece from Trevor and wadded them together, tossing them aside to deal with later. Tegan wet her lips with her tongue and stretched jer jaw, Sam regarded her with a slight smile. "Do you like your collar, slut?" Sam queried. "Yes Sir." Tegan said, assuming it was the expected answer. "Don't call me Sir, that's way too formal." Sam glanced at Trevor. "Do you mind if I speak freely in front of him?" Tegan shrugged, indicating her indifference and Sam continued, addressing Trevor. "We have an arrangement. She lives here for free, we use her holes. That's how it started. As she has made clear to me this evening, this isn't an exclusive arrangement." "In the interests of full disclosure, tonight isn't the first time we uh… met." Trevor confessed. "I kind of guessed that there were only so many red-headed girls running around town without any panties on, spreading their legs at the drop of a hat." "In farness…" "In fairness nothing. She's a slut." Tegan didn't resist as Sam slid hand between her legs and two fingers easily entered her. He withdrew them and displayed them to Trevor, sticky with her juice. "She knows it, there's no point dancing around the point. She gives it away for room and board, she might as well give it away for saving her from being assaulted. So from now on I call her slut. She's free to call me whatever she wants in response. I'm not playing whatever Fifty Shades of Bullshit game that Angus is playing." He hooked his finger through the ring handing from the fornt of her collar. "And she's free to keep wearing this collar, as long as she thinks it suits her." "You're ok with this, Violet?" Trevor asked. "He's right." Tegan looked down, embarassed to admit it but resolved that it was all true. "And if we're putting all our cards on the table here, my name isn't Violet. It's Tegan." "Well, it's been nice to meet you Tegan." Trevor nodded. He didn't seem surprised or bothered that she'd given him a fake name. "And I had a hell of a night. But I'm also conscious of the fact I have a class in a few hours that I should probably try and be rested for." He put a hand on the door and cracked it open. "Will I see you again?" Tegan asked, alluding to their secret discussion earlier. Trevor looked her up and down, thinking it over. "I'll text you her number." Sam interrupted. Tegan was grateful and suspected Trevor was too. Considering he'd just participated in gang banging her, she didn't think he'd offer an answer she wanted to hear. Trevor nodded and left, the door locking behind him. "I think he likes you." Sam quipped as soon as he was confident Trevor was out of earshot. "He liked being able to fit his giant cock up my ass." Tegan countered. "Speaking of which. Do you mind if I take out this plug? I'm honestly afraid it's going to do some damage if I leave it in much longer, especially after walking around with it." "That's supposed to be your permanent replacement. I inserted it at the request of Angus, who reminded me that you were on your final warning when he left last night, should you neglect to wear your plug. I think we can skip the spanking considering the thrashing I gave you with the whip – which you seem to be none the worse for." Sam looked her over, noting that most of the marks he left had almost completely faded. "For the record, it's only about half an inch wider than your old one, which probably seems like a lot more down there than it does on a ruler. But sure, do what you want." "I might go take care of that in the bathroom, my bladder's about to burst and there's a delicate balance going on down there if you know what I mean." "Funny you should say that." Sam said, pulling her to the bathroom, his finger hooked into her collar's ring. "I also have to go." "I… uh…" Tegan protested. "However our arrangement began, slut, it has clearly changed, and I am not playing games or testing the waters. I'm just doing, as you are free to do also. You are free to stop me – if you want. Otherwise, I am assuming standing consent for anything I do to you, until I hear you tell me 'no'. Do you hear me? It is that simple. You say no, and I stop. But this is the last time I will ask. Do you understand?" Tegan searched his eyes and found only cold sincerity. "I understand." She answered. "Then get in the bath on your knees and open your mouth, slut." Tegan complied, kneeling in the wide tub and looked up at him. He already had his cock out pointed at her, waiting. With some trepidation she opened her mouth. Almost immediately a hot stream of piss hit her in the face and she squeezed her eyes shut as the spray ricocheted off her face before he tracked it into her mouth. The acrid stream hit the back of her throat, hotter and more forecful than semen typically did, with an unpleasant salty taste and overpowering aroma. The pressure alone made her gag but the flavour did no favours either, and both were inescapable. Because he'd been drinking all night it was joined with the odour of beer, which only brought to mind the mix of smells typically found in the alleyway behind a bar. The urine quickly filled her mouth and overflowed, running down her chin and cascading onto her chest, rinsing away the sticky residue of jizz as it carved a path down her belly to her crotch, saturating her pubic hair and running off her pussy lips. Stray rivulets and down the outer sides of her small breasts and down her sides, running down her ass and thighs before joining the pool beneath her and running towards the drain. She coughed and gagged again as the stream eased and trickled down her chest, Sam managing to sequeeze out a couple more spurts before shaking off. Glaring up at him as he proceeded to undress, his piss dripping off her chin, Tegan took a moment to ease the plug out of her ass. She managed to get her fingers under the flared rim and get enough leverage to get the wide part past her tight sphincter, then the rest of the lubed cone slid out and she let it fall into the bath, having no further interest in it. She massaged her tender asshole, feeling the spongy muscles slowly close as she clenched them, probing gently at the bruised tissue as she let her own bladder go, joining Sam's puddle to slowly trickle down the drain. Sam stepped into the bath with her and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her mouth to his cock. He was half hard but growing firmer by the second. She closed her lips around his dick and tried to will forth some saliva to make her mouth easier for him to fuck, but was finding it tough after having it most recently rinsed out with his urine. After a minute Sam seemed satisfied and pushed her, bending her over towards the drain being forced to put her hands on the remnants of their combined waters to brace herself on all fours. Sam, seemingly indifferent to her plight, squatted over her and guided his dick directly to her aching cunt. He grunted as he slid in and out and for her part Tegan was able to enjoy feeling him slide inside her despite her exhaustion. She doubted she was going to come, but feeling him fuck her was pleasant, right up until the point he pulled out of her and thrust directly into her tender, gaping anus. Tegan let out a choked off scream as he drove his cock deep inside her. She had little remaining lubricant and her own pussy juices were doing most of the work. Admittedly after being thoroughly broken in my Trevor and the new plug her ass had had no time to recover so she imagined it presented too tempting a target, but none of this rationalisation helped her feel better about the fact he was ramming his cock inside her burning asshole, his balls slapping against her pussy lips, and each time he thrust inside her she let out soft squeals of discomfort, curling her toes as her knees slid on the wet bathtub surface and Sam held her by the collar to keep her from getting away. After a few minutes he pulled out with a grunt and pulled her by the collar so she was kneeling again and pointed his cock at her face. Expecting that he was ready to cum she opened her mouth in a well trained reflex to let him blow his load into it and was surprised when instead he shoved it inside. She let out a muffled grunt of protest and tried to push against him but he gripped her head and buried his cock to the hilt. Sam let out a loud satisfied groan and she felt his balls tighten against her chin as his spunk pulsed directly down her throat. Tegan gagged, more as a psychological response than anything else. Her ass had been so well used over the course of the night that if it had a distinct taste she was unaware of it – all she was detecting was lube and semen and a muskiness that could easily be sweat, or her own vaginal fluids. All the same she resisted the urge to swallow and as soon as Sam released her head she leaned over and spat directly down the bath's plughole, her gag reflex in full effect as she dry heaved a few times. Sam, apparently indifferent to Tegan's situation, adjusted and turned on the shower. Tegan whimpered as the cold water hit her back and she curled up on her side as the water slowly warmed up. She sensed movement beside her and realised Sam was sitting down alongside her, holding the detachable shower head, passing it back and forth over her to rinse her down. Using his free hand he gently coaxed her into a sitting position and slid his legs either side of her so that he was spooning her as he rinsed her down, then himself, before mounting the head in the lower socket, keeping the stream on them while he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Tegan hung limply against him, unable to say or do anything and not really wanting to.. Her mind felt blank, as if she was unable to even figure out how she was feeling about the last ten or so hours – it had been a long night and she was exhausted, and confused by the immediate shift in Sam's demeanour. Presumably once he was done giving her everything he had, he wanted to ensure that there was no resentment or hurt feelings. She sighed and settled back into his embrace as he squirted some liquid shower gel into his hands and built up a lather. She didn't resist as his hands wnaders over her body, into each nook and crevice within his reach. Once he was done with that he picked up the showerhead and thoroughly soaked her hair, then took some shampoo and massaged a lather into her scalp before raking the suds through to the tips with his fingers. He rinsed her hair with the showerhead then repeated the process with conditioner. Eventually, as she was on the verge of sleep, he shut the water off and started to ease out from under her. As much as her tiredness made her want to just lie in the bathtub, Sam slid an arm under her slight frame and hoisted her out of the tub to her feet, setting her gently on the bathmat. He held her steady as he took a fresh towel from the shelf and rubbed her down until she was mostly dry, then worked the towel through her hair, squeezing out and absorbing as much moisture as the towel could manage. Eventually satisfied that there was no more he could accomplish, he led Tegan out of the bathroom and to her bedroom, easing her gently into her bed and pulling up the covers. She grasped the edge of the blanket gratefully and curled up into a ball on her side, her damp hair spread across her pillow like a coppery spiderweb. Her sleepy eyes fluttered open. "I'm ok." She reassured him, answering a question she assumed he might have wanted to ask. "Good." Sam said simply. Tegan nodded her acknowledgement and then she was claimed by sleep.
info my name is George and im a 16 yr in high school of my sophomore year. I am 6ft nothing but muscle blue eyes dark hair and tanned skin with a rich family (though no one at school knows) and I hang out with a small group of guys and girls to my liking. I'm also kind of there protector when it came to the girls. even though there only two girls in the group all they when they saw me at launch or any were else was want to be around me it was like heaven. having two beautiful young women all tan ( thanks to their Italian American blood)greats breasts all in the high c to low d range, and asses that would make a guy cum in his pants just by looking. the leader of the three was Christina, with shoulder length dark hair always in a pony tail. she is 5'4" and an attitude that makes her hard to catch to most other guys but not me. than there's Gigi. she is 5'5" and with out a doubt the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen always with a pony tail. she is some what shy when it comes to talking to other besides me that is she has the most perfect ass with c cup tits to complete the deal. Part 1. "George its time for school!" my mother said from down the hall of the second floor of my house. Getting up out of bed in my overly sized large bed room I when to my closet to put on a plain black t-shirt and a pair of semi baggy dark blue jeans with a pair of white k-swiss shoes. Running out of my room down the split stair case I went to the kitchen meeting my mom I quickly gave her a kiss good morning then ran to the other side of the large room that was connected to the living room to grab my back pack and my car keys. Running out the door that connected to the four car garage I went to my black 2006 navigator got in started up the engine back out and went to school. I got to school and parked got out and headed in to the building. I had the first period today free since it was third period first. I decide to go the other side of the school where I could hang out with my friends at what we call the back room. It was a 10 by 10 room with a big window on each side with blinds and only room for six to seven people because we had two white folding table that were under the windows four computer chairs a television that we used for ps2 or xbox and the rest of the space was to fit in and the worst part of this is it is in the middle of two large connected rooms. The wood working room and systems of tech room. When I finally got there my best friend was there doing his homework that was due the night before. "Hey john… didn't do your homework again?" I asked as I entered the door dropping my bag under the table with the computer on it. He just gave me a eat shit look and I just laughed Sitting down in one of the rolling comp chairs. "John I have the answers if you want them" I said grabbing my bag taking out the papers and with the answers on them handing them to him as he sat in one of the other rolling chairs. "Thanks." john said to me then turning his back to me facing table that faced the tech room on the left side of the room while I faced the wood working room on the right side were the t.v and computer were and in between was the door. About two minutes later I heard the door open, I thought maybe john had to go the can but when I turned to see who it was I was jumped by Gigi. Gigi giving me a hug she got up and took off her north face jacket to show off her yellow v neck t-shirt with a black lacy bra that was two sizes to small to fit her c cups. Wearing a hot pink short skirt as well with white nike shoes to complete her hottnes. Bending over with her back turned to me I gave her a little nudge in the ass. She immediately stood straight up turning around with a smile on her face. "Hey" gig said with a giggle as she straddle me lap hitting me in the shoulder than putting her arms around my neck. Smiling back at her I put my hands around her back rubbing up and down. "George what are you doing?". gigi said as looked into my eyes. I answered with a grin on my face not saying a word but instead bringing my hands down under her skirt and squeezed her ass to my surprise she was wearing only a thong. "ah George" she said giggling hitting me in the chest. So I squeezed her ass again and she yelped. After about twenty minutes john said he had to go see a teacher so that left me a her alone for the moment. "Gigi turn around so your back it me so I can use the computer." I said as she complies by turning around. Once in my lap again I signed on and when to a game site. "George I want to play" she said so I let her while I watched what she did. About ten minutes later the first period of the day started the two classed started. The wood working class was all freshmen boys. I got bold when I saw them working with us in there plain view with only our upper body's showing to them. Seeing this I got bold and put my right hand on her right leg and started to slid up her thigh. At first she didn't feel wait I was doing until I got to about a couple inches from her thong she stopped and looked back over her shoulder. "what are u doing uh.. George?" gigi said with a soft grunt as I started to rub her pussy over her green thong. "I want to have some fun." I said as I pulled her thong to the side and started rubbing her clit. "oh..uh, umm George.. Wait. what if they see" gigi said to me concerned as the teachers back was to us just on the other side of the window. Just try to keep a straight face. Keep playing your game. And I play me game" I said as I inserted two of my fingers in to know shaved wet pussy pulling my fingers in and out slowly while rubbing her clit with my thumb. "oh shit George I don't know how long I can last if you ohh" gigi said with a moan as she was interrupted as I speed up for a second getting the reaction I wanted. I kept on fingering her for the next ten minutes as I heard moans come from her every know and then. As I started to speed up again she stopped playing with the computer and held on to my hand as I felt her shake. "oooHHH god I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cummmm!" she said breathing very heavy panting. Realizing this I picked up speed as furious as I could with my palm rubbing her clit like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly she started twitching and then came like a water fall with her juicesd covering my hand and staining my jeans. "oh GODDD George ,George George" was all she could say as pure sexual bliss took over her senses. Falling back towards me with the back of her head in my chest still shaking. "Bravo!" hearing clapping coming from a female voice from behind me not realizing that someone else came in as I was doing my deed for the day to gigi. With a horrified look on my face with shock I turned to see Christina with an a look of excitement on her face with a smile going ear to ear. Looking back over to gigi who started to come to turned her head to look up at me . "that was incredible" gigi said as she turned her head to look at Christina. Christina had on a jean blue skirt that made it easy for me to see that she didn't have panties on with her leg apart not even trying to close them. Also wearing a white see thru shirt with a white lacy bra to cover her d cup breasts. "Very nice gigi" Christina said looking at gigi. "Jesus George ya couldn't help your self could you. You just had to go after poor old gigi who is still a virgin and you just took advantage of her" Christina saying as a joke to me with a laugh . Gigi getting up from my lap to turn around to face notice the huge bulge in my jeans and her eyes went wide. Gigi not able to take her eyes off steped backwards to Christina and whispered something in her ear but I couldn't tell what is was.gigi sitting down next to Christina on the other table as Christina got up and her eyes widened as I watched her brown eyes locked on my huge dick. Then as she came over to me the bell rang. Picking up her bag putting it over her shoulder's "Don't forget about me George. I want what gigi got. Just keep that in mind." Christina said as she got on toes to give me a kiss on the cheek. The rest of the day went by pretty smoothly as I didn't run into Christina or gigi for the rest of the day. As the day ended at school with the final bell I got in my car and drove home. Tomorrow is Christina 's turn to get what she wants. To be continued ? I will write more if you want me to. Remember first time writing
Introduction: Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach be my dad, he [b]25 FIGHT OR BE TIGHT? Jeff goes to Sean's house after school the next day. They can't stop talking about the game as they take a dip in the pool. Sean gets interrupted with a phone call. Answering the phone as he dries off, "Sean's Web." "Hi Sean! It's Roxanne." "Sounds like you're in a good mood." "Yeah. I talked to a friend about you dating a nudist." "Oh! Go on, Roxanne." "Her response shocked me. She talked the same way as you." "How about that!" "Sean, it turns out she's a nudist too." "Naturist." "Whatever." "So you're accepting my invitation!" "No. No. No. I'm just not mad at you anymore. Well, I'm angry, but not about that." "Roxanne, thanks for filling me in. Take good care of yourself." After swimming some more, they both enter the shower together without a second thought. Sean then comments, "You get into this touchy feely stuff so naturally." Proudly and pleasantly, Jeff replies, "Yeah, I'm a master." "So you've had experience before me." "Yes, Sean. I used to do this stuff with a friend on sleepovers. Not in the shower, but in bed." "A friend your age then?" "Yeah." "Your idea or his idea?" Lathering up Sean's penis, "That's hard to say. Sometimes I took things farther, sometimes he did." "So, have you gone farther with him or with me?" "With him. We would see who could pee the farthest." With a straight face, "In bed!?" "Dah, ya think! We did that in the woods. We liked talking about our penises, not to mention other body parts. We would see who could get hard the quickest. We would see who could get the other hard the quickest." "With your hands?" Soaping up Sean's booty, "Yeah. But eventually he had other ideas for the games that I didn't go along with." "I won't ask for details. Is he OK with you telling others?" "Well, no. But I didn't say his name." "I won't ask, but I have a hunch I know who it is. I didn't mean to pry." "I know. Now I'm wondering about you. I probably wouldn't know your friends, so you could talk freely." "The peeing thing was pretty popular in my day. We did it in groups." "Wow! You and me gotta do it!" "Let's think about that some other time. I don't want to get sidetracked." Disappointed, "OK." "We'd occasionally see someone get hard in a bikini, but I was a bit older than you before seeing a naked erection." "Tell me about that." "I only feel comfortable talking about being your age and younger." "Oh that sucks a big one!" "Hang on to your, your… I don't expect that language from you!" "Sorry. I've been hanging around with … somebody too long." Feeling close to Jeff again, Sean starts washing his penis, as he continues, " I saw plenty boys naked in locker rooms, but not privately. There were three boys that I got physical with in bikinis. One was limited to 'hands only' but all over. The second went beyond touching, involving a lot of hugging, especially bikini to bikini, eventually in every position we could think of. The last boy liked getting our mouths involved, but not mouth to mouth. He could be pretty persuasive—like you." Jeff smiles, as Sean continues, "Sometimes I got into it, sometimes I felt violated, even though it involved no sex, and he was younger than me." "So he forced you!?" "No, nothing that bad." "So no nudity, huh?" Running soapy hands all over Jeff's buns, "One sleep-over buddy slept naked, but I kept my underwear on. We got into fun wrestling sometimes. I wasn't comfy with feeling his penis, balls, or butt brushing against my skin. One morning I woke up with his hand deep into my underwear. I went ballistic! We no longer were friends after that." "I guess you had no gay friends." "These weren't, Jeff, but actually I had a lot of gay friends." "I stayed away from the rough and tough, which brought me in touch with gays. But I wasn't the best friend to them." "Why not?" "We were great friends as long as they stayed in the closet." "What! You caged them like animals!?" Laughing hysterically, "Yup!" "OK, give it to me straight, Sean." Still laughing, "I can't. They weren't straight. " Stepping out of the shower, Jeff says sternly, "Ha. Ha. Now get focused fool!" Sean sarcastically replies, "Yes, teacher." Impatiently, "Sean, we're having a serious discussion!" Trying to stop laughing, "OK. OK…. It's just an expression. A closet gay is a gay that hides his sexual orientation from people." "Oh. So that's where the expression 'coming out' comes from." Laughing again, "Yeah, a lot of cumming." With no nonsense, "Ha. Ha. So when a gay friend would come out of the closet, you would say, 'Good bye. It's been nice knowing you." "More or less—a 'closet friendship' was fine by me." "You suck, Sean! Oops." "No, never did that." "Stop being corny." "I need to be—this issue hurts me." "I see why—I never would dump Alex." "So rake me over the coals! … If you weren't so good at defending yourself, Jeff, you would be harassed for being gay—just for being friends with a gay." "That's true." "And gay-bashing was widespread in my day." "Wimp." Sean also steps out of the shower now. With his voice quivering, "Easy for you to say. I feel a lot of emotional pain. I need a hug badly. Can you do that for low-down scum like me?" Now feeling bad for pressing his hero so hard, Jeff compassionately embraces Sean, squeezing his butt tightly. Soon Sean sobs and keeps sobbing. With the towel he has, Jeff wipes away the tears, then kisses each of Sean's cheeks. Being finished drying himself, Jeff gently dries Sean's slender body. He then takes him by the hand, leading him into bed where they embrace. "Thank you so much Jeff. You have a heart of gold." "Yeah…after digging into your old wounds. Sorry that I expected you to be perfect." "Everything feels perfect now." Smiling as he grabs Sean's genitalia, "Yes, everything." This praise feels especially wonderful, as Sean recalls his sense of inadequacy in his intimate equipment. Then, noticing the time, he realizes they better get dressed. Concerned again about confidentiality, "Jeff, please don't share our private moments with anyone, even anonymously." "What's 'a bomb us Lee' supposed to mean?" "We share stories without revealing names. That's anonymous, but not enough for me." "Gotcha. Mum's the word." 26 FLIGHT DELIGHT With spectacular weather Saturday, Sean drives Rachel and Jeff to Black's Beach. But Sean parks at the La Jolla Glider Port. Rachel asks, "What are you doing Sean?" "It's early. Have you ever watched hang gliding?" Jeff pipes in, "Yeah, we see them from the beach. Can we see them up close here?" "Sure can." Rachel says, "I could use a restroom anyway." As Rachel goes in looking for a restroom, Sean points out the cliff to Jeff. "That's where they jump off. Are you interested." "Sure, Sean!" "Let's walk to the edge." "But we don't have the gear." "I didn't know you wanted gear when you jump." "Of course I do." "But this was your idea of a painless death." Sullenly, "Oh, yeah." "Before you jump, you have to look down at the beach below. You wouldn't want to land in the sand. You probably would survive that with lots of pain. You probably would be a quadriplegic the rest of your life." Sadly, "Yeah." "You want to land on rocks so your body splatters all o…" Totally grossed out, "Sean, shut up already!" "I sure will stop, Jeff. But it's important to think about your dark thoughts during your good times." "Why?" "First of all, that may help you remember the good times during your dark hours. Now let me ask you, can you make a commitment right now to never do anything to harm yourself." Pleading, "I need time to think, Sean." "OK, I'll drop it for now. But one more question. Can you make a commitment to trust God, that you can depend on him no matter how desperate you might feel in a given moment?" "Sean, you're really laying it on me." Holding Jeff's shoulder tightly, "OK, that's all, just remember, God made you, and…" "God don't make no junk. I remember!" "Good…. Look there! A girl's about to jump. She doesn't look much older than you." "Wow! She's running for the cliff!" Sean sees Rachel coming, "Rachel! Look!" All three of them watch the girl go over the cliff and disappear out of sight. Jeff screams, "Oh no!" Soon the wind blowing against the cliff gives the girl upward thrust and they see her reappear, gliding through the air, using her skills with fine finesse. Jeff exuberantly declares, "That is way cool! Let's rent some gear." Sean asks, "Do you think you can handle the winds?" "Sure! Look how easy it is." "She may look like a beginner, but she has years of experience already, since she's hang gliding here. You need a high level of expertise before you're allowed here." Rachel asks, "Do they ever have accidents here?" "I'm not up on that, but I've heard stories of gliders taking nose dives and tail spins. Sometimes the wind dies down and they have to land on the beach below." Still bubbling with excitement, Jeff asks, "Did you ever do it?" "No. Never. Remember, I'm a wimp." Smiling, "Oh yeah." Sean jabs him in the arm. Rachel lays down the law, "Good, I couldn't stand seeing either one of you jumping off this cliff, or any cliff." Whining, "But mom!" "No buts! Or I'll kick your butt!" Laughing, Sean interjects, "This I've got to see!" Now he gets jabbed by Rachel." Jeff shouts, "Look! That guy's heading right for us. Where did he come from? He's so high." "He jumped off the cliff like everyone else. If you catch the better wind currents, you can go pretty high." "So they start here and then end here too?" "Yup. Usually." They watch the guy turn and make a graceful running landing. "That guy is smooth," Jeff observes passionately. Seeing hang gliding as a threat to her son's safety, Rachel announces, "I'm ready to bare it all at the beach." Sean takes the cue, "Me too." Jeff sadly objects, "But we just got here." Sean diplomatically suggests, "Now that you've seen a take off and a landing, you can better appreciate the hang gliders from the beach below."
Introduction: Johnno comes up with a cure for pedophillia which allows pedos to live safely alongside normal folk A Sequel to The Councillor It's about (De) Bollocking Pedos basically, If you don't like the F word don't F'ing read it. Any similarity to persons living or dead is unintentional but with such lifelike characters you probably know someone just like them. The scene, in the majestic but neglected setting of Whetherfield town Hall, Greater Manchester in May 2012 following the Borough Council elections. Councillor Part 2. Pedo cure The weasly looking bloke who turned out to be the Returning Officer or some such came across to see if I was ready for the official announcement that I had been elected to Whetherfield Borough Council. I said "I could use a fag and a pint first really," but he insisted and up we went on stage "Thanks," I said and next thing he was ranting on about. "I the Deputy Returning Officer," he said, "A total of three hundred and eighteen ballot papers were isued a turn out of just over fifteen per cent," he paused, "Of the three hundred and eighteen ballot papers issued, no less than two hundred and six." he said, "Were spoiled ballot papers." After a pause he continued, "But of the one hundred and twelve unspoiled papers John Montgomery Allthwaite," and the cunts started giggling, "BNP had fifty two votes," he said, "Mahindra Hansvar Singh, The UK Independence Party candidate thirty eight and." "You fucking won Johnno you cunt!" Norman Biggins shouted, "Fucking hell lads, he won!" and the lads woke up "We won, We won, we won, we won," they started singing to the tune of Amazing Grace, drowning out the council bloke who speeded up his speech so he could leg it before everything kicked off. "Would you like to say something Councillor Allthwaite?" the Deputy Returning Officer said handing me the microphone. "Not really," I says, "Thanks everyone as voted for me, I'm going to do precisely fuck all exactly like I promised," I said. "What about Pedos?" someone shouted. "Hang them from a tree by their bollocks!" Norman shouted and then the dopey cunt started singing "Hang the fucking Pedos from an old oak tree," to the old Eurovision tune, except he only knew one line and all our lot and the skinheads and that joined in and drowned out the bit where I gave our local club a plug. The UKIP bloke shook me hand and legged it but next this ugly fat spiky haired lesbian with a yellow rosette sneered, "Congratulations Councillor Johnno Allthwaite." "On the most despicable, underhand, duplicitous, deceptive, despicable." she ranted. "You said despicable twice," I reminded her. "Vicious, hate filled, rabble rousing, duplicitous," she continued. "You're repeating yourself love," I said, "Nip in the bogs and have a wank and calm down." "Right on Johnno," Norman Biggins yelled "You totally moronic homophobe!" she shouted but the lads were singing again so she packed up. "Don't worry love, spend a couple of grand on plastic surgery and I reckon you could pull," I suggested and she swung a left hook at me, missed, and fell off the stage. The Lib Dems was mortified, Al told me later they was in denial, that was after they chucked him out of their committee room when he said him and me was mates. The TV people came round our gaff next morning, Mum made them breakfast of burnt toast with soggy eggs and out of date bacon with salmonella and all they was interested in was Pedos, not getting nine grand a year for doing fuck all, which was my number one goal. They seemed to think I was going to rip the bollocks off every Pedo in Lancashire. I got invited down the TV studio but the Lib Dems and Pedos and that picketed the place to keep me out so they arranged for me to go down the smoke for a TV interview next week instead. Of course with these pedos were giving me aggro so they had to arrange protection so they sent PC Tony Mulholland and Sgt Fforbes down with me, at least they was supposed to be escorting me but they met up with a couple of Lithuanian tarts at Euston and after a session at their flat Tony and that was so shagged out it was me that had to look after them. We took the underground to Shepherds Bush, "Hey," I said suddenly as a thought crossed me mind, "Pedos right, why not wind their cocks up round a spindle, like the key on a spam can, like what if a Pedo wanted to be cured, why not roll his cock up around a spindle and strap it to his belly with a tight belt? Maybe stick a tube through it first so he could take a piss." I said. "Hey slow down," Sgt Fforbes said. "Good idea," said the white haired old lady sitting across from us, "Chop it off if that doesn't work." "Wind their cocks up," I said. "Look Johnno, you better think this through," Tony said, "You might have an idea there." he said, "Like a key with a slot, pull the cock through and wind it round, like the key on a spam can." Bloody hell he was nicking my idea and improving it. "Shit," I said, "That's it!" "What are you on about?" Fforbes asked so we shut up and had an argument about Football instead. "So Mr Allthorpe?" the TV interviewer's researcher asked, as we ran through the questions before filming "Do you get a sexual thrill from torturing pedophiles?" She wasn't a bad looker really, more Rodean than Rotherham, London complexion, Dulux rose pink over sandpaper, saggy tits from too much dieting not enough action but I could have give her one no danger. Trouble was I couldn't believe she just said that to me. Me John Althwaite, the BNP local councillor from up north the bloke whats made a stand against Pedos, For fucks sake I don't get a cock stand from bollocking Pedos, it's more a sense of duty to me. Thinking about having their bloodstained bollocks stuck in a jar of vinegar and the hole sewed up makes me feel like I started something useful. The thought of their stupid little cocks wound round an oversize spam can key makes me proud, seeing them hang from a Lamp post for a bit with a hook up their ass yelling their head off until the hook tears right out in a shower of blood and guts and drops them on their head, Wallop, on the pavement makes me feel like I done something with me life. "It ain't that at all love," I said and I blushed red as a beetroot, "It a sense of duty see." "So what does turn you on?" she asked. "Pretty girl, nothing fancy, stockings and a basque maybe?" I explained. "Many people think you are yourself a repressed pedophile, what do you say?" she asked. "Bollocks" I replied, "Why would anyone think that?" "No, oh no, it's just I have this friend," she said and she handed me a card, "She sometimes provides services to help guests relax." I looked at the card, it was more a menu and fucking two fifty for straight ain't my idea of value. This actress bint waiting with me gave me this icy stare. "You just want meaningless anonymous paid sex?" she asked. "Basically," I agreed." "You're sick!" she said. "Miss Hastings, please!" the researcher cautioned, then changing to a concilliatory tone she added "Will you show us the plans Mr Allthwaite, and the prototype anal hook?" I reached in me bag and fetched out a folder of plans and a crude mock up of an ass hook, I had made, a modified black dildo with spikes laid flat along the sides from the tip so when you pushed the end they sort of sprang out. Well it wasn't going to fall out easily! "Push in, and then pull back and the six little hooks spring out," I explained. "How do you get it out?" the actresss asked. "Why would you want to?" I asked, "It really wants a hook on t'other end," I said. "Why?" she asked. "Hang the pedos handbag on why else?" I explained, then when she never realised I was joking, I added, "To hang then from a Lamp post by." "Yes!" she said, "Of course." "If I can get the government to back it I could get a few thousand made up quick smart," I said as I pointed at the drawing, "The best one is the one with the streamlined end to make it easier to shove up their ass." The researcher suddenly looked up, "Oh, my controller says to hold the item over, sorry Mr Allthwaite, do you mind?" she says, "Would you excuse me?" and she scuttled away. I waited and waited, they called the actress through and then the show was over and I wasn't on, "What the fuck's on?" I asked but no body gave a fuck so in the end I cleared off. I looked at the card. It said her name was Lola and she worked in a little flat just round the corner from the studios. I rang the mobile number, she told me her real name was Hayley and she was from Bradford but she had to pretend to be Lithuanian to get a job. She said give her ten minutes and told me where the flat was. I wandered round there, it was quite a nice place really, "Lola?" I queried as she opened the door. It was the sodding researcher. "Sorry," she said, "Got you here under false pretences but Im doing a," she gasped as I lifted her short skirt and hooked a thumb in her knickers pulling them down. "No really," she said, but I flashed a wad of notes, "Oh lord, Ok if I must!" she sighed as she let me close the door behind us, "But I have to be back by eight." "No problem, I haven't had it all day," I explained, "So you're not really on game?" She looked at the floor, "Not really, but it's the rent," she said and she handed me a condom. I would like to say it was unforgettable sex but I forgot what we did almost straight away, mind you I used two rubbers just in case so it was as much fun as fucking a knot hole in next doors shed, not that I ever done that you see, and after we had a fag which set the smoke alarm off, one of those fucking days you just couldn't make up. Turned out her real name was Hayley after all and she wanted to be a TV anchor what ever that was, I always thought they was called Wankers but she said it was Anchor. She never did get back for eight, by the time we sorted the fire alarm I was horny again and I had her from behind across the back of the settee bareback, risky I know but fucking worth it as the bitch started wailing and howling as she got the orgasm she so badly needed. "We shouldn't have done that," she simpered. "No," I agreed, "Risky." "Shall we do it again?" she asked, "On the house?" "Only if I get breakfast," I demanded. "Orange juice?" she offered. "If I give you a full English then I expect a proper breakfast," I replied. "Oh you do say the most outrageous things," she said ad she kissed my lips like we was lovers and she kicked the settee and it folded out to make a bed so we could fuck in comfort. She got me breakfast, on sodding slice of toast at around six in the morning, fucking six, I ask you as she had to get "to work!" I rang Fforbes, him and Tony was still shacked up with Lithuanians so I arranged to meet up at Kings Cross at ten ish, which was fucking thick as train went from Euston. I got home on Thursday, mum said the leaders assistant rang so I rang her "Allthwaite you're fucking dead!" she screamed, "They want you on Question Time!" she ranted, "You instead of party leader, what you playing at wanker?" "Look, keep your knickers on," I said reasonably, "For a start your visa expired last year, so don't push it, and second I don't want to be on question time anyway." It was pretty hopeless, Sandra nearly wet herself when she heard I was going to be on Question Time so as Tony and Sgt Fforbes was on sick with nasty rashes she came down to London with me and her Mum in Aunty Joan's clapped out Astra and after fucking ages stuck in traffic with the engine boiling over we found our way round to the Television centre. Hayley was there, if looks could kill, well when Sandra said she was me girlfriend, but we were late and almost before I knew it I was on stage behind a desk and I was all wired up with these politicians I knew vaguely from the TV. They all ignored me, suited me fine, then the piss taking started, that smarmy git was in chair, the usual one was off sick, "Before we get onto your specialised subject of Pedophiles, Mr Allthwaite, have you any thoughts on Libya." "Fucking cheap holiday deals there," I said, "And plenty of action." "I meant the war," he said. "That's why the holidays are fucking cheap wanker." I told him, he never liked that, so they prattled on for a bit, this Admiral wanker was on about the Ark Royal and why they shouldn't have scrapped it so they asked me. "Why not use a container ship like they did with Atlantic Conveyor in Falklands," I suggested, "Just hire it from the Greeks for a month or so and fly Harriers from that," that made them sit up and take notice. "Mr Chandler from Princetown has a question about suicides among young people in custody." the prat announces . "What does the panel think about suicides among young people in custody." he said. "Sad," I says, "When it's pedos they ought to have a suicide watch, and a hook screwed in the ceiling of the cell and some rope left for them." "Suicide watch Mr Allthwaite?" the prat asks. "Fucking watch while they do it," I said, the smarmy git sort of went a green colour and without asking anyone else he continued. "And we have a question from Mr Exe, a recovering Pedophile." he announced, "Mr Exe?" "What does Mr Allthwaite propose to do to recompense those whose loved ones have been traumatised by his campaign to maim and murder Pedophiles." he asked. "Fuck all they're scum." I said. "Exactly," said the Conservative bloke. "I think we should consider each case on it's merits," said the Labour bloke, "But we can hardly justify using public money to support those who support Pedophiles." "I believe in a measured proportionate approach and I believe all relatives and friends of Pedophiles should be offered counselling." said the Lib Dem, "It can be very traumatic to see pictures of ones loved one hanging from a Lamp post by an anal hook splashed across the press." "Oh!" said the presenter,as a commotion broke out in the audience, this bloke with tatttoos, about twenty five stone of him had the Lib Dem by the bollocks and was head butting him. "Fucking pedo!" he ranted. "I thought he was nineteen!" the Pedo protested, and suddenly it was like England vs Wales at Millennium stadium, like a scrum kicking off as all these people went for him. "Very emotive subject," I said, "Fucking Pedos," and that was it, someone knocked over a camera and the lights went out. I legged it, things always kick off when the lights go out, so I unhooked the microphone and headed for where Sandra was sitting, this bloke was groping her tits in the gloom, at least I thought it was a bloke but there was this rotten branch snapping sound when I whacked him and the only person with a busted jaw when the lights came back up was a spiky haired lesbian. Of course we got the blame, News at Ten "Bong" BNP wrecks TV debate, and they caught Sandra and me as we left the building for an interview. "What do you say to the relatives of Mr Exe who is receiving emergency surgery for his injuries as we speak." this woman reported asked and shoved a microphone in me face. "Bollocks, I thought he died," I said, "Now if you will excuse me Sandra and I got some shagging planned. "Are you sure she's eighteen?" the stupid cow asked. "Eighteen, more like thirty eight double D," I quipped. "Oh John!" she quipped, "Isn't he funny, I'm Sandra," she added. It was all done and dusted, and all fucking forgotten by next morning, just because some Swedish wanker lets fly with a Kalashnikov and wipes out a communist summer camp 89 dead and a bunch more wounded and we was history, no one wanted Pedos hung, no it was all about right wing terrorists and bleeding Muslims. We made our way home up the M1 at a steady fifty stoppoing every few minutes to top the car radiator up with water, until we ran out, you ever tried pissing in an Astra Radiator, its bad enough for a bloke but Mum needed all of us to help her balance. "That Hayley is nice," Sandra said later, as we clattered along at sixty in among the lorries after we whacked Watford Gap's entire stock of Bars Leak into the radiator and filled it with lemonade because it's cheaper than bottled water. "When you was in make up she told me she charges two hundred quid for a short time." "Two fifty," I corrected. "She said you fucked bare back," Sandra challenged. "Yes," I admitted. "Better use a condi," she said. "Not in my car you don't!" Aunty Joan ordered, We ignored her, I rubbered up and Sandra sat on my lap with my cock up her and potholes did the rest. "Dad's supposed to have recorded you on the Telly," me Mum said, "All those people," she said like some kind of imbecile, "And Sergeant Fforbes rang and said he wanted a word when you get home," she added. "What's his number?" I asked. "Nine Nine Nine," Aunty Joan suggested in her idea of a joke. It was next morning before I found the number and rang him up, "You wanted a word Sergeant?" I asked. "The Pedophile squad is being put on checking out right wing extremists," he said, "You're top of the list." "Right," I agreed. "So it's down to you, I'll get their details sent round." he says. "What do you mean down to me?" I asks. "Clearing the streets of Pedos," he says. "It ain't my job!" I says. "Ah well," he says, "Not a job but there's a bloke offering ten thousand a throw for every Pedo bollocked." he says, "Of course there's commission, ten per cent each for Tony and me but it's a nice little earner." "Christ," I says. "Your mate Al's up for it," he says, "You better watch out or he'll have your job!" "Christ," I said, "Yeah, just as long as they are pedos." "Oh yes, no worries," he agreed, "I send you an email." The Annual Council meeting at Town Hall was a shambles, there must have been half the perverts in England hanging about outside the building, Police dogs, Police horses trampling people and shitting everywhere, what a shambles, but I wore me overalls and sneaked in round the back and they never recognised me. The Council was boring, the big thing was electing the Chairman and that but I slipped away to the bogs when they elected chairman and the Tory bloke got it, which really pissed the Lib Dems off.. "Why did you abstein?" an ageing blonde reporter asked me. "Got offered ten grand didn't I?" I explained. "Oh!" she gasped, "Why?" "Well," I said sarcastically, "Let me shag you and I'll tell you!" "Ok, cloak room's best," she said, and she grabbed my hand and dragged me down corridor. Turned out she had bad PMT and wanted a fuck, she never even asked about the ten grand, I suppose I should have used a rubber really but well, it's easy to be wise afterwards. "What are your plans now, John?" she asked afterwards as she wiped her cunt with a rag I lent her. "Johnno, I ent gone all poncy because I got me self elected." I said, "But I designed a Pedo Cure." I said, "See you shove a brass tube up their cock to piss through and then wind their cock up with a key like the one on a spam can." "Oh," she said, "But what if the tube kinks? why not dig a hole in their crotch and poke the brass tube through that so they piss sitting down?" "Right?" I said, "I never thought of that." "It needs a woman's perspective," she said, "If they don't need to piss through it you could leave it rolled up till it rots off." "That was the plan anyway!" I agreed. "Good!" she said, "You hard again?" she asked. "Uh, yes," I agreed. "Good!" she agreed and next thing she was led against a pile of coats and she had grabbed my cock and pushed it in her. We got spunk on the Chief Executives coat, he nearly went ballistic, but he calmed down when "Susan," the reporter kneed him in the bollocks and reminded him about "Blackpool." I went down the internet cafe when I finished up with Susan, fucking emails coming out the fucking seams there were, half of them from Pedos threatening to do things to me, the rest wishing me luck. One guy from Florida suggested using Pedos for live bait for Gator fishing and one guy from Cornwall explained how they planned to use Pedos for live bait for shark fishing and how they thought they would rip their bollocks off first to get some blood into the water. Tenty seven people suggested using pedos instead of foxes for fox hunting and twenty six of them suggested ripping their bollocks off first. One guy suggested Pedophillia could not be defined as Muslims sometimes married at 12 years, moron. I filed the info away for later. I had a voicemail from the Party leader when I got in. "Allthwaite you wanker, rot in hell Ok," it said, "No fucker wants to hear what I have to say its all about you and fucking Pedos." "Get over it!" I replied, "Start figuring out what we do when we run out of Pedos because at this rate there won't be any left soon."
One Saturday night, not long ago, my husband, Dan, and I decided to throw a small dinner party with a few close friends. We invited three couples; John and Amy, Paul and Trish and Wes and Leigh. We enjoyed a delicious meal after which the men headed for the den while the women cleaned up. The four of us were in the kitchen doing the dishes when Amy mentioned her frustration over how unfulfilling her and John's sex life had become. We were all around the same age, early 30's, and had been married long enough for the sexual thrills to have subsided. I could relate, and so could the others, and soon we were comparing stories about how long it had been since any of us had gotten a good piece of ass. "We should go jump them right now," Trish dared. All at once, we stopped and stared at one another. We were horny and desperate and a devilish gleam sparkled in our eyes as the idea took root. Sneeking up the back stairs to my bedroom, we soon were rifling through the dresser in search of the hottest, skimpiest, sexiest lingerie I owned. Thankfully all of us are about the same size, except for Amy who's 42DD's overshadow the rest of our medium-size tits. We giggled nervously, excited by the surprise we were about to spring on the unsuspecting males lounging downstairs. Leigh snatched up a favorite of mine, a soft peach lace teddy with a pair of white seamed stockings and 4" white pumps. It went perfectly with her flaming red hair and long, shapely legs. Amy found an oldie but goodie, a teal colored 2-piece bra and crotchless panty set. Of course her boobs spilled out over the top, leaving very little to the imagination, but it looked fabulous against her dark tan. Trish, the devil that she is, chose the silky red kimono, with a red bra and "G" string. She also found a pair of red thigh-highs and heels to match. I picked out the black see-through cat suit, and my 6" heels. We all primped a little, touching up our hair and make-up, making sure that the men wouldn't be able to resist us --not this time! After a last glance in the mirror, we giggled and tip-toed down the steps. Trish was the first one to enter the den. When she sauntered in, all conversation immediately stopped. Paul's jaw practically hit the floor as the other guys looked questioningly back and forth from him to his wife, trying to figure out just what in the hell was going on. They had a hunch when Amy waltzed in with her voluptuous cleavage straining the binds of the snug-fitting bra. Wes let out a low whistle while her husband, John, sputtered and practically choked on his beer. Trish and Amy continued to walk around the room, giving all the men a good look at their sexy bodies. Leigh joined the parade next, every male head turning to gaze at her strikingly tall, slim figure. Her husband, Wes, whistled again, this time sitting forward in his chair to hide the hard-on tenting his pants. I was the last one to join the party, standing vampishly in the doorway, poised for action. The other ladies were strutting and flaunting their bodies, giving the men more than an eyeful of their fleshy curves. Playing the seductive cat, I slithered across the room, straight towards Wes and his boner. I heard my husband's shocked voice exclaim, "Beka!" but I simply peered over my shoulder and winked at him. Any further objections were smothered by Amy's huge melons as she leaned in close to his face and taunted him. Trish stopped in front of John and removed the sash from her robe. With one foot perched on his knee, she slid the silky strip between her thighs, coating it with her scent before wrapping it around his neck. Leigh made her move on Paul, turning her back to him and bending over to expose the full lusciousness of her ass framed by the garter straps. Paul reached out to touch her but she stepped away, just out of his grasp. "Ahh, ahh, ahh!" she scolded. We weren't about to let the guys get off so easily. We were the frustrated partners, and this was our revenge. They would have to deal with their ever-hardening cocks a bit longer while they watched us. The aroma of hot pussies filled the room, as we each danced and pranced around. The shocked expressions on the men's faces were soon replaced with unmasked lust. We knew we were getting to them, but we weren't ready to do anything about it just yet. Amy moved her tantalizing body away from Dan and stepped up onto the coffee table. She began twisting and grinding like an experienced stage dancer. She was more than into her role of seductress and the rest of us cheered her on, saying, "Yeah, honey, show 'em what you've got. Make them so stiff they can't walk!" She rubbed her hands over her thighs, squatting and bending to show her coated pink lips at the center of her hot crotch. When she pulled her knees open and ran her finger through her slit, I thought the men would loose it. She stretched her arm out and grazed Wes' upper lip with her finger, smearing her pussy juice across his face. She dipped her finger into her pussy then tongued it, making loud sucking noises and moaning with enjoyment. I couldn't stand it. I walked over to the table and lightly stroked her ass, running my hands up her back then down around her waist. I had never desired another woman before, but the force that drew me to her and enticed me to touch her was wild and unrelenting. I squeezed and kneaded her flesh, showing the others what they were missing. I stood next to Amy on the table and placed a hand on each of her globes and spread them apart. Then I grabbed hold of her panties and pulled them up tight against her slit. Paul stood up and lunged toward Amy's ass, but before he could touch her, I stopped him with a 6" spike placed firmly against his chest and pushed him back onto the couch. "Sit back and wait your turn." Trish and Leigh gathered around the table and joined me in stroking Amy's well-shaped form. Leigh reached up and tugged one strap of Amy's bra off her shoulder, then ran her fingers along the outline of the cup. Amy squirmed from the intimate touch and Leigh proceeded to lower the other strap. To the amazement of the audience, Leigh continued unfastening Amy's bra, freeing her huge breasts and massaging them tenderly, kneading her nipples between her fingertips. Trish moved in to play with Amy's hot, wet cunt, pulling the panties aside to twist and stroke her clit. Trish and I each hooked a finger under the waistband of the panties and slowly pulled them down, slipping them around her heels then tossed them at Wes. Together, the three of us lowered Amy onto her back on the table- Trish and Leigh each taking a leg, pressing her knees back into her pillowy mounds, while I grabbed a nearby beer bottle and plunged it deeply into Amy's pussy. Amy howled her pleasure. John was so worked up from watching his wife being turned-on by three women that his engorged cock jutted out above his waistband. He grabbed Trish by her tiny little frame and tossed her roughly onto the sofa, diving hungrily between her legs and tearing the red G-string off with his teeth. He ran his tongue across her moisten lips, indulging in her sweetness. He released his raging hard-on and moved into position with his knees pressed firmly against her ears. He stroked her pussy and rosy ass bud as she took his 9" stick deep down her throat. He pumped wildly, delighting in the feel of her teeth grazing along his shaft, her mouth milking the cum boiling in his balls until he filled her, gagging her with his huge load. She continued sucking and licking his cock until he was hard once again. He moved around to face her, pushed her legs back over her head, exposing her virgin ass. Already wet from his face fuck, he penetrated her bud. Ignoring her cries of protest, he plunged relentlessly until his entire cock was encased in her hot, smoldering rectum. She squirmed with the pain/ pleasure sensations racing through her body, but he didn't stop. He fucked her mercilessly and soon her tight ass gripped him as a huge orgasmic wave crashed over her and her juices poured from her lips. Dan jumped at Leigh, grabbing and pulling her with him to the floor. He positioned her steamy cunt over his face then probed her folds, biting and sucking her clit until she yelled out "Fuck me!" He flipped her over onto all fours and entered her from the rear. Burying his cock in one swift stroke, he squeezed and stroked her lovely ass, gripping her hips and slamming forcefully into her cunt, his balls slapping against her skin. He reached around and pulled on her nipples, sending her over the edge. Her body was rocking - tits swinging, head swaying as grunts and moans escaped from her with every thrust. Her tongue slid over her own lips hinting at the animalistic hunger trapped inside her. Wes flung me aside and grabbed the beer-bottle dildo away from me and plunged into Amy's sweet meat. Her body slipped in the puddle of cum already drenching the table, and he grabbed hold of her to keep her from sliding away. He slurped and lapped at the flow while he continued to boff her with the bottle. When he pulled the cum-filled bottle from her pussy, he put it to his lips and tipped it back...drinking in her sensual juices. He climbed over her and straddled her head with his balls hanging over her mouth. He coated his fingers with the cum pooling on the tabletop, and massaged a trail through the valley of her breasts. He then slid his cock between them pointing towards her flat belly. She reached up and dug her nails into the flesh of his ass and spread his cheeks apart, swirling her fingertip around his asshole. She gobbled both of his balls into her mouth at the same time, tonguing and sucking the swollen nutsacks until she heard him gasp, and she crammed her finger deep into his ass. He roared as his cum exploded over her belly, shooting hot streams into her dewy blonde mound. I landed on Paul's lap and he scooped me up, rubbing his hands over my lace-covered legs and ass until he found the secret opening in my crotch. He pulled the neck down to expose my nipple, sucked it roughly into his mouth while he plunged my pussy with his fingers, working me into a frenzy. I squirmed and pushed against his invading digits until his entire fist was stuffed into my snatch. He twisted and pumped against my inner walls leaving me gasping for breath. I had barely recovered from that when he began to smack my ass repeatedly, causing my pussy to twitch with each blow. I was shocked by my own reaction when I screamed out, "Harder, Harder!!" He eagerly obliged my request by stripping me naked and bending me over the arm of the chair. I saw him loosening his belt then he held it menacingly in front of my face, telling me in a low voice, "Now you're gonna get it." My pussy went wild! Dripping and throbbing from sheer anticipation. I was afraid, but excited too. I hadn't been spanked since I was a little girl and this promised a new, intriguing twist. He started with light strokes which led to much harder ones - each time I'd clench my cheeks to ward off the sting. It wasn't long before I was on fire, hunching my clit against the chair, trying to find the release I craved. I could feel the heat radiating from my skin. He got off seeing the red welts forming on my ass and thighs and I heard him grunt as he squeezed and stroked his hard cock, jerking himself off and spewing his hot cream over my butt. While Dan and Leigh were still going at it, Wes made his way over to them and started stroking his cock until it became rock hard. Wes then slid his dick into Leigh's mouth as she was being fucked deeper and harder than she had ever felt. Leigh was being sucked and fucked, something she had always dreamed about, but thought it would never come true. She was in heaven in her mind. Leigh got off immediately, but Dan was a master at control, saved his load until the best possible moment. He fucked her repeatedly, refraining from losing his spunk. Dan has fabulous control, sometimes too fabulous, but in any case, he was drilling Leigh mercilessly, sending her off on multiple orgasmic waves of delight. He was riding her for all he was worth. I knew he has always had a secret wish to be a part of such an orgy, and all the sounds and smells engulfing the room must've had a powerful effect on him. Leigh's pants and groans of pleasure built and she thrashed her fiery red main wildly. Though her pussy had been getting the pounding of a lifetime, her mouth was unfilled. When I slumped to the floor with my ass still blazing, I saw the wild lust burning in her eyes as she gazed longingly at my chest. I wiggled my way closer to her and keeping her ass high in the air to receive Dan's drilling, she lowered her face and hungrily devoured my nipple. She sucked and pulled with such force that it drew me off the floor. Her slurps and my moans captured the attention of everyone in the room and when Dan saw her sucking my tit, he lost all control. He rammed his cock hard into Leigh's sopping pussy and I heard his familiar gutteral rumbling that always accompanies his release. I knew the instant his huge, hot load began jetting into Leigh's pussy, because she bit down hard on my nipple and twisted it between her teeth. I gasped and felt a trail of my own cum drip from my pussy. We were all drained and lay motionless for a while - the only sounds audible were those of rapid breathing and a few giggles. Everyone agreed that our little dinner party had put a spark back into their marriages and even though we are all very satisfied at home, we make it a point to get together as a group at least once a month for a wild evening of fantastic fucking.
Introduction: Ali confided in me - the least I could do was confide in her Ali stood there in her full five foot two inch glory with an 8 inch cock hanging out of the crotch of her panties - my wife of thirty years. She slipped her top over her head to reveal a bra with no covering on her nipples. Had she gone a little potty – you hear of women who get sex crazy in their later years. I didn't know what to think - much less what to say. She had just spent the better part of an hour explaining in graphic detail how her two best friends, Jess and Robin had seduced her. How she had been eagerly sucking and fucking them for the past six months. The images swirling around my head were making me dizzy. From the moment she started I was rooted to the chair and at times found it hard to get a breath. Now that she was standing there having finished - all I could feel was raw lust – I so badly wanted to fuck her myself. Never since my prostate operation - that made my cock lifeless - did I want anything so bad. Then she stepped closer to my chair. "Do you want to touch my cock John?" I drew back in the chair and cleared my throat. "Say again." Quite slow and deliberately she repeated herself. "Do you want to touch my cock?" As she lifted it a little she was massaging the balls that hung between her legs. A little semi clear fluid seeped out and as she stroked it from head to base- it made the damn thing glisten. I took a better look and could see blue veins running the length and the swollen head was a purplish colour. There was plenty of pubic hair. "Let's start a little slowly – when is the last time you touched a cock?" She had me here. I had never told her - but a few years before my operation when I was fully functional - I had touched a cock. I felt terrible about not revealing my infidelity. My only thought was that it wasn't with another woman. Funny how the brain can justify actions to suit your emotionally guilt ridden needs. Actually I had done a little more than just touch a cock. It was at a conference in Manchester. I had met up with her friend Robin's husband Richard purely by accident. We were at two separate conferences in the city. Manchester United was playing a German club in a European final and the city had been fully booked by away fans. Richard and I were lucky to find a double room to share. We had a meal and probably a few too many whiskeys before we retired to our room. I showered first and threw on a robe to watch the news. Richard took a shower, but instead of coming out in a robe he stepped out of the bathroom totally nude. Richard is a big man 6 foot 4. He looks a lot like Liam Neeson – big boned and sure of himself. He carries himself like the ex-naval officer that he is – Falkland war veteran and all. He can be a pain at cocktail parties after a few too many drinks - he starts assuming the alpha male role as he did this night. I'm a senior lecturer at a top London University with seven books and over a hundred academic papers to my name on economics – but I don't blather on about it. He walked over to the chair where I was sitting and commented about the Sky News presenter – how she had cock sucking lips. "Robin has cock sucking lips. She used to be a news presenter after she stopped modelling – her tits got too big for the designers. Maybe they only pick women who can suck cock to read the news." If I'd heard the story about Robin's amazing tit growth once I'd heard to a hundred times. Richard had been stroking his cock and it was now almost fully erect. It was a full 9 inches and fatter than a child's arm with a cock head the size of a small fist. He looked at me rather quizzically and lifted his cock. "You know John – now that I take a good look - you have cock sucking lips." And without warning he put the head of his cock to my lips. He reached around and put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my head forward. I was petrified and couldn't move. I opened my lips as he applied pressure and he put the head in my mouth. "Watch your teeth you pussy I don't want to explain a cock cut to Robin." I couldn't believe myself as he put a couple of inches of his cock in my mouth. "Suck on it John – don't just put your mouth around it. Jesus - Ali must be a pretty poor cock sucker if you don't remember how she sucks your cock." I wanted to protest and as I opened my mouth to speak he shoved more in my mouth – must have been four of five inches now – I thought I was going to gag at any second. He reached under my chin and massaged my neck muscles. "Just fucking relax – it'll be easier." With that he was able to put even more in my mouth. I was always admiring of how Ali used to deep throat me. All she had to play with was 6 inches. This monster was now a good 7 inches or more in my mouth and it was up against the back of my throat. I gagged and brought up a load of spit from somewhere. He pulled back a little and shoved in again until he hit the back of my throat. He was fucking my mouth – the dirty bastard. My mind was spinning - was I being raped – did I somehow ask for this. Richard was in total control. He lifted me out of the chair and as he led me to the bed he took off my robe. He laid me down on my back and lifted my legs. He spit a gob on my asshole and started rubbing it in. More spit and he was pushing his middle finger up my ass. "Relax – Robin takes it up the ass all the time – I know what I'm doing – I'll be gentle." As I laid there I tensed up unable to protest or move. Now I could answer the question many men ask about rape victims – WHY DON'T THEY FIGHT? It's a sense of helplessness – pure and simple. Here was an alpha male towering over me about to fuck me and I couldn't do anything. "Push your asshole out like you're going on the toilet." As I followed his instructions he slipped the head of his cock in my ass. I thought it was going to hurt more. There was an intense burning sensation – but no pain. He spit on the shaft of his cock and pushed a few inches in. Then the pain started and I sort of screamed. "Don't be a bitch John – take it like a man. This isn't the first man hole I've had. You are nice and tight though – put Robin's loose ass to shame." He pushed back on my knees almost taking them to the side of my head – the promised gentleness was forgotten. He began thrusting the whole length of his cock in and out of my man pussy as he called it. After a few minutes he settled into a smooth rhythm. The sound of his cock ramming into my ass almost became melodic. The mattress gave as he plunged into me again and again. Then a surprising sensation started to overcome me. My groin seemed to heat up and it started to feel good. I was actually enjoying being fucked. I had never thought how Ali must have felt while I fucked her – did she enjoy it as much as I was now. I have to say Richard sure had staying power – he must have fucked me for twenty minutes solid. We were both covered in sweat – the smell was intoxicating. To my utter surprise I felt like I was going to cum. Richard could see the glow on my face and a smile break across my lips."I told you, you'd love it – silly bitch." "Oh don't stop – please don't stop - I'm going to cum." I tried to tighten my sphincter muscles around his cock – but it was no use - he was pounding me like an animal and I was loving it. I had never fucked Ali like this. He turned me on my side and seemed to be able to get his massive cock in even deeper. It felt like he actually had a bone running down the centre of his cock. I could feel his groin bone and mass of pubic hair pounding against my ass cheeks. As he was still pumping away I began to cum. Oh My God! - it was flowing in buckets full. I had never cummed like that in my life. "Don't stop mother fucker – God damn you." Where was this language coming from? My legs were growing weak and I felt like passing out. I felt Richard tense up and then he started cumming as well. "Jesus Christ you're cum is so hot – God damn it Richard – fill my pussy – you bastard." He buried it to the groin and stayed there while he pumped more and more cum into my man pussy. It was over flowing and running down the side of my ass and legs. I couldn't get enough - I was his bitch. Finally Richard went semi hard and sort of flopped out of my ass hole. He stood up next to the bed while my legs slowly lowered onto the bed. He reached around my head again lifting me up and stuffed his cock back in my mouth. This time I eagerly sucked his cock running my tongue around the head like Ali would do with me. How she sucked cock was coming back to me now - I wanted to please Richard. "Clean me up John – I'm tired." I kept sucking his cock trying to get as much in my mouth as I could. With it going soft I was finally able to get it all in. He pulled out and sat down on the bed. "You're a good fuck John." And that was it - he lay down and was asleep within seconds. I wanted to keep on sucking his cock or licking his ass hole - something for God's sake - not just fucking goes to sleep. What a thoughtless bastard. Then I remember all those times I rolled off Ali and went straight to sleep – I'd never do that again. I reached around and felt my engorged hole – not an ass virgin anymore. I strangely felt proud – went from being a rape victim to be a full-fledged cock hound. The next morning it was like it had never happened. We showered separately and dressed to have breakfast and catch the train back home. Together for a couple of hours on the way home and through all these years he has never even mentioned it again – like it never happened. Obviously it had taken a lot of courage for Ali to tell me about her exploits with the girls. I figured it was my turn to pluck up the same courage and answer her question. "Yes I have touched a cock." It took a while for me to tell my tale and I was sure she was going to explode – hit me or something. While I described my night of man lust she had sat on the arm of my chair still stroking her cock. When I finished I looked into her eyes and apologised – not for the sex with Richard – but for not telling her. I sat back in the chair ready for her rage. "I know all about Richard fucking you. Robin told me." "What … that bastard. I kept it secret all these years and he tells his wife. I suppose he boasted?" "Yes he told Robin you were a good fuck." Ali stood up still stroking her cock. "Let's see if you're still a good fuck sweetheart."
Introduction: A defiant daughter discovers being daddy's girl thanks to her mind-controlling panties. Mind-Control Panties Story One: Incestuous Awakening By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to Ricochet for beta reading this! In a certain mall, in a clothing store frequented by the local college girls, a figure wandered. Nondescript. The type of person no one would ever look at twice. The figure drifted through the store, browsing the shelves, glancing at the wares. Trendy clothing. Flashy and bright, full of pastel colors. The figure paused at one display with a selection of panties covered in salacious slogans printed across the rear, designed to hug the firm, toned rump of a girl budding into her sexuality. The figure, with a casual gesture, added its own panties to the stack. One with its own special phrase written upon it. Daddy's Girl. The figure continued on. An observer would have hardly noticed that anything had happened. The light-blue panties with the pink lettering didn't stand out at amid the others. It wasn't long before a gaggle of young women, eighteen or nineteen, entered the store. Their bright laughter echoed through the retail space as they attacked the clothing racks like a flock of hungry vultures. Only, no vulture was ever as succulent of these nubile, young things. One of them, a eighteen-year-old sophomore named Brittany Smith, was looking for the perfect outfit. Her blonde hair fell loose about her round face, her lips plump and covered in a shiny, pink lip gloss. She had a beauty mark on her upper lip, her blue eyes bright as she stumbled with her friends, gossiping, enjoying the vitality of youth. The laughter increased when they reached the display with the panties. They giggled in embarrassed delight at the naughty phrases. They joked about accidentally flashing their panties and letting this or that cute guy see the enticing phrases printed in garish letters across their rumps. Brittany's gaze fell on the light-blue panties with the pink lettering. She touched the cotton/poly blend and felt a strange tingle race through her. She was most certainly not a daddy's girl. She hated how restrictive her father was. Robert Smith was a man with strong opinions about how his daughter should act. Opinions Brittany most definitely did not share. However, there was something so titillating about the phrase. Something naughty. "Oh, Brittany, you just have to buy those," said Miranda Brenner. "Those are wild." Buzzing with a euphoric high as Brittany imagined wearing these for her new boyfriend, Stephen, she snagged them up and rushed to the cash register. By the time she finally wore them, nearly two months had passed. But the figure was patient while waiting for the fun to begin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <strong>Brittany Smith</strong> A nervous flutter ran through me. I had my first date with George Harvey tonight. I was giddy with excitement. He was such a stud. So much better than Brad, whom I'd dumped last week when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George was definitely better than that lame Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun? He had become way too much like my father, wanting to control me. "F that," I muttered to myself as I capped my Passion Fruit Maroon lipstick. My lips were a shiny, vibrant red. It set off the blue of my eyes and made me look deliciously irresistible. My hips swayed in a new skirt I'd bought earlier at the mall, my small breasts bouncing in the negligee-like top I wore. The thin fabric dangled from spaghetti straps that molded to my torso and gave ample proof I wasn't wearing a bra. My firm, young nipples pressed hard against the material. George would be here soon. I was so eager to be picked up. The older boy was exciting. I couldn't wait to show him just how grown-up I could be. It was finally time for me to lose my virginity. "That's right, you're going to pop my V-card," I muttered to myself, cheeks going scarlet at saying those words aloud. The doorbell rang. I gasped, a jolt of shock running through me. George was early. I was supposed to have another thirty minutes to make sure I was perfect. That my blonde hair was falling in perfect waves around my face, that my makeup was sultry and exciting, and that my outfit fit me perfectly. I was wearing my new thong, the thin strap of material buried between the peachy curves of my bubbly ass. "Well, I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I muttered as I heard my mother moving through the house. I darted downstairs, my feet slapping on the steps, my youthful breasts jiggling in my top. The fabric rubbed against my nubs, sending excited tingles down to my pussy. I was ready for this night. I was eager— "I can't believe I locked the blasted keys in the car," my father growled. I let out a squeak of fright. Why was my father home early? He didn't get off work for an hour. I arranged things so he couldn't see what I was wearing. At least, not before I got back from my date. His brown eyes flicked up to me, his back straightening as he witnessed my cute outfit, disapproval crossing his stuffy face. Color spotted his cheeks as his nostrils flared. I froze on the steps, clutching the polished banister, my heart thundering beneath my breasts. Then I lifted my head. Maybe I could get out of this if I bluffed. "Hey, Dad. How was work?" "You see what our daughter's wearing?" he said, ignoring my words entirely. My mother glanced at me, biting her lower lip. "Well, I'll admit it's a little much, but she's growing up." "Growing up into what?" he demanded. Anger shot through me. He thought that I was a whore. "I'm dressed for my date, Father," I said with a frosty tone to my voice. "He's going to be here any minute." "Not dressed like that," Daddy growled. He glanced at my mother. "Talk to your daughter. She is not going out of this house dressed like that." I stamped my foot. "Oh, yes I am!" "Now, honey," Mom said, her voice soft. "That skirt is a little short. I mean... What is your date going to think?" "That I'm fine! Cute! Sexy!" "Sexy?" Daddy growled. "Sexy?" His withering glare fell upon me. I trembled, swallowing. I wanted to melt away. It was an unflinching gaze. His brown eyes were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his beige slacks and sweater, but he still had that military bearing. He worked in an office now, but... "This is what all the girls wear," I said. "You're not all girls. You're my little girl." "I am not!" I glared at him. "I'm eighteen. An adult!" "You're barley an adult," he growled. "So long as you live under my roof, so long as I pay your bills, including that damn phone you spend all your time messing around on, then you're going to dress how I say!" The bottom fell out of my stomach. That was no empty threat. "I need my phone. I have to stay in contact with my friends." He arched an eyebrow at me. "If I don't have it, how am I supposed to be connected to the world? How will I know what's going on?" "By all means, go out there dressed like that and see how great your life is without that little box." He stood aside, sweeping his arm. "After all, you're practically an adult. There is an entire world out there waiting for you. Jobs. Bills." "But..." my lower lip quivered. "What about that pink skirt you have?" Mom chimed in, trembling beside dad. "You always look cute in that." "It falls down to my knees!" I hissed. "Good," Dad said, nodding. "Why don't you just make me wear a habit!" I snarled. "Just me make into a nun or something! Or you can shove me into a burqa!" "If that's what you want to wear," he said. "I can go buy one." I stared into his eyes, refusing to look away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so calm. A rock. It shook me up, my anger faltering. I trembled, swallowing. Was he serious? Would he really stuff my cute body into a shapeless burqa? My eyes watered as I forced them to stay open. My feet squirmed. He was relentless. Unfeeling. "I hate you!" I snarled as I whirled around. "I hate you so much!" "That's fine," he growled. "When you're older, you'll look back at this and laugh." I screeched as I stomped to my bedroom. I threw myself through the door and slammed it behind me. "Want to make me dress like a little girl?" I hissed in annoyance. Then I remembered the perfect pair of panties. That would show him. I whirled around and darted for my dresser. I grabbed the polished, white knobs and yanked it open. My panties and bras shifted around inside from the violence of my action. My gaze darted around the dainty garments. Then, I spotted what I was looking for. Light-blue fabric. Some of the pink letters showing. I grinned. I shoved my hands beneath my skirt, hooking the waistband of my new thong, and ripped it down my thighs. My skirt swayed. I could feel it dancing over the cheeks of my plump ass. I stepped out of the dainty panties, my blood boiling. "Expect me to be his little girl," I muttered. "Eff that!" I unfolded the special panties, nodding in satisfaction at the sight of the pink letters. "Daddy's Girl." They made me tingle just thinking about wearing them. I would lose my virginity tonight wearing these panties. I would throw myself at George. "Ooh, you're going to get pussy tonight! Even if you're an asshole, I'm so angry, I'll just mount you in the middle of the theater!" My blonde hair danced about my face as I shoved my right foot through the leg hole. Then I thrust my left leg through the other. I worked that blue, cotton/poly blended material up my thighs. It whisked against my skin, caressing me. A naughty tingle raced up to my vulva, electrifying my clit. I shuddered as I wiggled it up my thighs. I pulled it over my rump, the crotch settling against my shaved, virgin pussy. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as this lightning zapped through me. I stared at myself in the mirror, my skirt half-bunched around my waist, my hair swaying loose about my shoulders. My lips were just glossy maroon. This vivacious, bold color. It was so... adult. That wouldn't do at all. I didn't have much time to change and fix my makeup. I had to move fast. What was up with this skirt I was wearing? Daddy wouldn't like how short it was. The hemline barely covered anything. My cheeks blushed a bright scarlet. My virgin pussy tingled as I quickly ripped off the skimpy skirt. As I did, movement caught my gaze. I gasped at the sight of my top in my mirror. I could see my nipples through the cloth. Why wasn't I wearing a bra? The material clung to my small breasts. It was disgraceful. After I stepped out of my skirt, I ripped off the top. I was just in my panties. I paused, turning my hips, studying my figure. The light-blue fabric of the panties molded to my rump, the letters, showing up in a perverse text across my ass, looked so cute. I giggled, wiggling my hips. The panties were so true. I was a daddy's girl. Humming, I found that pink skirt Mom recommended. It was perfect. So cute. Daddy would love it. I stepped into it and worked it up my legs quickly. I didn't have much time. My firm, young titties jiggled. I zipped up the skirt. My hips shook as my hands slid over my flat stomach. I considered what to wear with the skirt. I needed a perfect top for my date. I didn't have time to find a bra, but I remembered the exact blouse I needed. It was a white blouse, something a schoolgirl would wear. Perfect. I fetched the white blouse out of my closet while bubbling with excitement. My nipples tingled, just aching to be tweaked. I knew he would love how I was dressed. He would absolutely approve. There would be no anger from him. Why had I even wanted to disappoint him? I couldn't believe I thought of dressing like such a whore. That wasn't me. It was like I had gone insane or something. But now... now, thanks to that tingle racing through me, I understood who I was. I was just what my panties said. A daddy's girl. I buttoned up the blouse, feeling it fit snugly about my torso. It was a little old, something I hadn't worn in a few years, but it still fit. Barely. The fabric molded to me. I groaned, seeing my nipples poking at the cloth. I bit my lip, wondering if I had time to put on a bra. No, I didn't. I would have to go without it. I darted to my makeup table, needing to take off this garish lipstick. Whatever possessed me to purchase this whorish hue? I grabbed a sponge and the rubbing alcohol then quickly wiped off the hue. I worked fast, knowing that George would be here at any time. If I wore lipstick like this, he might think I'd want to have... sex with him. I wouldn't do that. I was a good girl. My heart racing, my blonde hair dancing, I worked fast. I was so aware of the time. Not much time was left. George should be here by now. Was he running late? For once, I wouldn't be mad. My lipstick smeared off, I found a more appropriate shade. A nice, soft pink. Bubblicious Delight. I uncapped it, applying the paler shade on my lips. It brought out my natural color, making my lips seem a little plumper. A little cuter. The chair creaked beneath me as I applied it too fast. I winced at the pink smeared across my upper lip. I grabbed a tissue and quickly scrubbed it away. I touched up my lips, then smacked them against the tissue to get off the excess. I ran my tongue over my lips, feeling the waxy texture. I nodded in delight. I stood up, ready for my date and... There was something missing. Something more that I needed to do. What was it? I stared at myself, seeing that my cute blouse's hem came just to the top of my pink skirt, its fabric flowing in pleated folds down to my lower thighs. I cocked my head, my loose, blonde curls sliding around my face and... "That's it!" I gasped. I pulled open the drawer of my makeup table and snagged the first two pink scrunches I could find. I grabbed my hair, gathering half of it up into a pigtail, and wrapped it up with the stretchy band. In moments, my locks tumbled down to my shoulder in a fall of golden delight. I grabbed the other scrunchy and made my other tail. I loved how it transformed my face. It made me look more like a cute, little girl. Just the way Daddy liked to see me. Wholesome. Innocent. Not the sort who would surrender her virginity on a date with a boy. I was perfect. With a giddy giggle, I darted to the door. I threw it open, my sock-covered feet whisking on the carpet. I scampered down the stairs, my skirt flying about my thighs. My pigtails bounced with such playful delight. I reached the bottom of the stairs and burst into the living room. Daddy was already sitting on his recliner, his legs thrown out before him. He glanced at me and blinked. "What do you think?" I asked. "Is this more appropriate? Huh, Daddy?" He nodded his head. "There's my daughter," he said. "My little girl." Mom peeked her head out from the kitchen. "Oh, you just look so darling," she said. "Brittany, I'm so glad that you're listening to your father." "He does know best," I said. My father blinked at that. My mother's head cocked to the side. Then she shrugged and vanished back into the kitchen. I flounced to my father, my skirt swirling about my thighs. With boisterous energy, I threw myself onto his lap and straddled him. He groaned, his eyes flicking up and down my body. My nipples tingled, this naughty thrill dancing through me. I resisted the urge to giggle. I felt so wicked right now. I leaned in and gave my dad a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm so sorry, Daddy," I purred. "Do you forgive me?" "Yeah," he said, with a throaty strain in his voice. He looked stunned. Like someone had just walked up and cold-cocked him in the side of the head. I wiggled, feeling naughty as I pressed my new panties into his crotch. I could feel the words on the rump almost burning me through the cloth. I wondered if Daddy wanted to see my underwear? To see that I was a good girl and wasn't wearing that nasty thong. I bet he did. I bet he would love to see what a good girl I was now. He groaned as I climbed off him. I gasped, almost falling over as I slipped off the recliner. His chair wobbled. It creaked as his legs pulled in the extended part. His cheeks were red, his chest rising and falling in his dark-brown sweater. I turned around, wiggling my cute rump at him. "See, Daddy," I purred, flipping up my skirt. "I'm not wearing that nasty thong. I'm wearing a proper pair of panties." "Daddy's girl," he groaned, now sounding like someone strangled him. What was wrong with my daddy? "Yep, I'm your good, little girl. I love being a daddy's girl." "I can... see that." He cleared his throat. "I don't think you need to keep... showing me." I threw a look over my shoulder, my lower lip padding. "Are you sure? Don't you like how I look in my panties?" "Yeah," he growled. "Maybe a little... too much." I squealed in delight at that. I spun around and bounced in place, my pigtails flying about my face. My nipples ached as my little titties jiggled in my tight, white blouse. I clapped my hands together as such delight squealed from my lips. Mom thrust her head back into the living room. "What are you so excited about?" "Daddy loves my new panties," I purred. "No, I don't," Daddy quickly said. "I just... thought they were more appropriate for her to wear on a date than the last pair." "That's nice," Mom said. She headed back into the kitchen, the clatter of pots and pans echoing. I stopped bouncing in place, feeling Daddy's eyes on me. His cheeks were even redder now. He shifted on the chair as he adjusted his pants. My eyes notice the large bulge in the front of his khaki slacks. My cheeks blazed with heat as a molten lust formed deep inside of my virgin pussy. Daddy was hard. He looked so big, straining the front of his trousers. My tongue flicked across my glossy lips as a shiver ran through my body. "Daddy," I said. "Did you really like my panties?" He cleared his throat. I sauntered to the chair, my hands clasped behind my back while my hips undulated side to side. This wicked thrill ran through me. His eyes were locked on me, drinking in my youthful charms. He was staring at me with such hungry eyes. "I think you really, really like my panties." I purred. "I'm so sorry for making you uncomfortable. Let me help you out." "What!" He gasped as I lunged forward, my hands darting out from behind my back as they dove at his bulging crotch. Before Daddy could stop me, my hands reached his bulging crotch. I shuddered as I felt his girth through his khaki slacks. A tingle raced out of my panties, electrifying my virgin pussy. Jolts shot throughout my body, caressing me and making me tremble in ecstatic delight. I would make Daddy so happy. Be such a good, little girl. "Jesus, Brittany!" He growled, his hands fumbling to grab my wrist. I don't know how his strong hands didn't seize me before I had his belt undone and his pants unfastened. His zipper rasped as I pulled open his fly, revealing his plaid boxers tented by his straining cock. His face was so red, his eyes bulging with alarm. He managed to snag my left wrist while my right hand darted into his underwear and pulled out his dick. It was like the world froze as I saw my daddy's cock for the first time. It was so thick and long, his shaft warm in my hand, pulsing with a beat. His heart beat. The tip ended at a pink, mushroom-shaped crown, a little slit at the pinnacle beaded with a clear liquid. Precum. My tongue slid over my pink, glossy lips. A hunger ran through me. This desire to be such a good, little girl for my daddy consumed me. My head darted down, my blonde pigtails flying. I opened wide to engulf his dick. My lips about his crown. I tasted salty precum. I swallowed his dick. "Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned. "Brittany, you can't do that." His hand squeezed hard about my left wrist as my lips sealed tight around the tip of his dick. I sucked on my first cock, my cheeks hollowing. My tongue explored around the crown, feeling the spongy texture. His salty precum melted across my tongue, setting alive my taste buds. My virgin pussy clenched, my juices soaking my naughty panties. My nipples ached against my blouse as Daddy growled out his pleasure. My head moved, turning from side to side and bobbing up and down. My lips slid along his cock, caressing his throbbing shaft. An incestuous thrill ran through me, this wanton delight. I suck so hard, reveling in his precum spilling into my mouth. My tongue danced around the crown, savoring the flavor of his juices. "You're going to get me in so much trouble," he growled, his left hand grabbing my right pigtail. "Your mother's in the kitchen. Oh, god, Brittany!" The joy my daddy felt excited me. I was pleasing him. I was making him feel so good. This was wonderful. I sucked harder, making these naughty slurping sounds. My drool dribbled down his shaft as I bobbed my head. He let go of my left wrist to grab my other pigtail. Daddy gripped them both. He wrapped my golden hair around his fingers. He growled, his voice so throaty. It made me so happy to please him. "What's going on out there?" asked Mom. "I just hear some loud breathing. What are you two up to?" "Nothing, Courtney," Daddy gasped. He jerked up on my pigtails, sliding my mouth up his dick. It was like he wanted me to stop. Why? "Oh, I see," Mom said. Her voice sounded like she was right behind me, her head peering out from the kitchen. "I'm so glad to see that you're making your daddy happy, Brittany. I was never one for swallowing, but it would thrill your daddy if you did." I moaned around daddy's cock, wanting to say I would swallow every drop of his jizz, but I couldn't. I had to keep sucking. "Courtney?" Daddy groaned, his grip relaxing on my pigtails. It allowed me to take more of his cock in my mouth. I slid my lips down his length, loving him the entire way. His dick brushed the back of my throat. He twitched and throbbed in my mouth, feeling so wonderful. This naughty thrill ran through me. My pussy felt so juicy, soaking the crotch of my wicked panties. "You better hurry up, Brittany, your date will probably be here soon," Mom called. It sounded like she'd headed back into the kitchen. "What the fuck?" Daddy groaned as I loved him. I kept sucking, so confused why daddy had sounded like he was afraid. What did he have to be afraid of? I was just going to make him cum. I sucked harder, loving him the way a daddy's girl should. An incestuous delight rippled through me, my pussy clenching. Daddy groaned as he shifted. He panted, his face twisting with pleasure. His dick twitched and throbbed in my mouth. The taste of his precum grew stronger and stronger. That had to mean something. Was he about to cum? My right hand cupped his balls, playing with them. They were a little cooler than his cock and covered in his hair. They twitched as I sucked. I was gentle with them, playing with them just the way I knew he'd like, my panties tingling against my aching pussy. His hands tightened on my hair. He growled with such passion. "Brittany!" he panted. "I don't know... Oh, God, I don't know what's gotten into you, but... Oh, fuck, yes!" Daddy's salty cum fired into my mouth. "Swallow it all!" he snarled as spurt after spurt of his salty, yummy jizz filled my mouth. I gulped down the first mouthful, feeling it slide down to my stomach. "Be daddy's good girl and swallow every fucking drop." I did. He kept spurting, his jizz firing into my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could, savoring every creamy drop sliding down my throat to my belly. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. It itched so badly. I needed to be touched. To be played with. I sucked so hard, drawing out the last of his cum. "Goddamn, Brittany," he panted. "Oh, fuck, yes!" I sucked one final time to make sure I had every drop, then I popped my mouth off him. I straightened up, staring at him with feverish eyes. Daddy, my pussy is all wet and itchy and... and... I need something. I need to... I need to, cum, too!" Daddy was on me in a flash. I gasped as he seized my hips and pushed me down onto the couch. He was like a maddened beast. I trembled as he buried his face between my thighs. My virgin flesh quivered as he thrust up my skirt, exposing the light-blue panties. Did he see how wet I was? Was there a dark stain across my crotch? "Brittany," he growled, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties. A wild tingle seemed to race through me, a jolt that I swear electrified us both. I gasped, my pussy clenching and my nipples throbbing. Then Daddy ripped off my panties. I gasped, my legs flying up into the air. They were pressed together by the dainty garment sliding up my lush thighs, past my knees, and then over my slender calves. My legs fell apart, my shaved, virgin flesh exposed to my Daddy's hungry gaze. His eyes locked right there, staring at me. My cheeks burned as he gripped my panties in his right hand. He rubbed the electrifying cloth up against my thighs as his hands slid closer and closer to my pussy. I whimpered. "Daddy!" "You're just so beautiful," he growled. His face pressed into my shaved twat. I gasped, feeling the shadow of his whiskers against my sensitive flesh. It was a manly delight, his whiskers rubbing rough across my delicate flesh. My toes curled. My pussy clenched, and then I gasped as his tongue flicked through my folds. He caressed over my hymen, that thin membrane of skin that proved I was still a good girl. Then his tongue flicked my clit. I gasped out in rapture as the pleasure exploded from my bud. It was so much more intense than my own fumbling masturbation. This was so much better than rubbing my feverish flesh in the darkness of my bedroom, imagining those pathetic guys at my college like my date, George. They were boys, not a man like my Daddy. I trembled as he licked again and again, lapping up my cream. I inhaled, smelling myself. Daddy's eyes stared up my body, looking at my small breasts molded by the too-tight blouse I wore. My nipples ached and throbbed. I had to show them to him. Whimpering, my hands flew to the buttons of my blouse. They were small and made of clear plastic. My thumb pushed the first button through its eyelet, exposing more of my skin. I popped the second one through. The third one. I showed just a hint of my cleavage as Daddy's tongue lapped at my folds. He caressed me. He stroked my clit and teased my labia. My body shuddered as I undid the fourth button, only a few more remaining. I pressed the fifth— The doorbell rang, chimes resounding throughout the house. I shuddered and popped the fifth button through the eyelet. My mother bustled out of the kitchen. She smiled at me as I undid the sixth button. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel she carried. She reached the door as I popped through the final button. I ripped open my blouse as she opened the door. I exposed my eighteen-year-old breasts to my daddy. He stared up at me as he sucked on my clit. His left hand, the one not holding my panties, slid up my nubile torso towards my tiny tit. His touch was hot. Electrifying. "Oh, you must be George," my mom said at the door. "I'm afraid Brittany isn't finished with her father yet. You can come inside. I'm sure you don't mind being patient." I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut as Daddy nibbled on my clit. "Oh, no, I don't mind waiting, Mrs. Smith," my date said. "I just thought that your husband was still at work." "Well, he had to send his daughter off on your date properly," Mom said. As Daddy's large hand engulfed my small breast, I glanced at my date. George was such a boy, skinny, a foolish grin on his face as he stared at me. I could only nod, whimpering; my teeth clenched as Daddy sucked harder on my clit. I squirmed, this wild heat building and building inside of me. Daddy's tongue lapped up my flooding juices as his finger and thumb pinched my nipple. "Oh, yes, Daddy!" I moaned. "As you can see, Brittany is a bit of a daddy's girl." Mom laughed. She guided George to the couch. He sat down beside me, wearing a nice, blue shirt tucked into his jeans. He rubbed his hands on them, giving my daddy and me a nervous nod. George just sat there while a real man ate me out. My daddy loved me. My thighs clamped about my daddy's face. I whimpered as he pinched and rolled my nipple while his tongue darted around my clit. Every moment brought me closer and closer to an exploding orgasm. It was incredible. I was going to experience such rapture. Such a wicked, wonderful delight. My back arched, the heat growing and growing inside of me. "Oh, George, Daddy is going to make me cum," I moaned. "He's so good at this. His lips feel amazing on my clit." George nodded. "That's nice, Brittany." "So, George, where are you taking my daughter?" Mom babbled. I didn't care what George had to say. Mom droned on and on, chit-chatting with my date while I could only savor Daddy's hungry lips. His right hand, holding my tingling panties against my inner thigh. He pressed the naughty cloth higher up my leg. I groaned as he rubbed the fabric into my juicy flesh and sucked on my clit. The pleasure was swelling and swelling inside of me. I couldn't take much more of this. Daddy was just amazing. My eyes squeezed shut as my cunt clenched tight. Every one of his sucks built and built the pressure inside of me. He twisted my nipple, adding jolts of rapture that shot down to my virgin pussy. My toes curled. I squirmed against the couch, my pigtails dancing around my head. It was so much. So wonderful. "Daddy!" I came. Daddy gave me an orgasm that was so much more intense than masturbating. So much better than stroking myself. Daddy rubbed my panties into the outer folds of my convulsing pussy. I writhed deep inside of me, aching to be filled. For my pure depths to be penetrated by a man. By my daddy. He sucked on my clit, growling around it like a hungry beast. Wave after wave of rapture flooded through me. My eyes shot open as I bucked in delight. I ground against him, squeaking and gasping and moaning in wordless pleasure. My orgasm overwhelmed me. The bliss drowned my thoughts. My hands trembled. My left hand darted out, brushing George's. I grasped my date's wrist as my daddy made me cum. "Wow, you and your daughter are very close," George said as I gripped his wrist. "She's my little girl," Daddy growled, lifting his face from my pussy. I shuddered as my orgasmic rapture hit its peak. I hung there for a wonderful second before I floated down into buzzing bliss. I kept gripping George's wrist, squeezing him as my moans grew softer. I sucked in deep breaths, struggling to regain myself. Little moans and soft sighs escape my lips. I felt so dizzy. Almost dazed. "Oh, Daddy, that was amazing." Daddy rose above me, staring down at me. I shuddered, witnessing his cock thrust out of the fly of his slacks. He was so hard. He was in such need of being satiated. I flicked my tongue across my lips, debating blowing him. No, he needed something better. Something more intimate. Something that only his little girl could give him. "I'm sorry, George," I told my date. "I just can't leave my daddy here with a hardon. You understand, right?" "Yeah," he said. "We still have time to make the movie. Go ahead, take care of your daddy." "Good boy," Daddy grunted in approval. "Brittany, I've wanted you for so long. Goddamn, watching you develop into that sexy, little minx has been almost more than I could take. The way you dress... The way you flounced around, teasing me... But you're finally being a good girl." "Your good girl, Daddy," I moaned, my free hand darting out to grab his dick. "I'm ready. I'm ready to give you my virginity. I saved it just for you, Daddy." I held Daddy's cock in my hand, feeling how warm it was. He throbbed and pulsed, the beat of his passion pumping through his girth. He stared down at me, this primal growl growing and growing in his throat. I shuddered, gripping George's wrist as I brought my daddy closer and closer to my pussy. I gasped at the incestuous contact of Daddy's cock against my virginal vulva. His tip brushed my clit before I slid him down my pussy lips. His growl grew louder and louder as I brought him towards the entrance of my pussy. He could feel my hymen, that proof that I was his good girl. I quivered there, ready to be penetrated. "I love you, Daddy!" I moaned. "Brittany!" Daddy growled and thrust. My eyes widened as my hymen stretched and stretched. George winced as I gripped his wrist with a tight clench. I groaned, the pain growing. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, but it would be so worth it to give my daddy this gift. I moaned through my clenched teeth as he kept pushing against my hymen. My cherry popped. I gasped as daddy plunged several inches into my deflowered depths. My eyes widened as he went deeper and deeper. I could feel him reaching up inside of me. Our bodies were uniting. The very cock that had started me in my mother's womb was now sliding into my fertile depths. My thighs latched around him, pulling him in as the pleasurable massage of his dick against my juicy walls soothed away the momentary pain. Daddy stared into my eyes. I trembled, my little breasts rising and falling as he waited, buried in me. My pussy slowly grew used to his girth. "You're so big, Daddy." "Just tell me when you're ready," he groaned. "Goddamn, you feel amazing, Brittany." "Oh, George, I took every inch of my daddy's dick. Isn't that wonderful?" "Yeah," George said. "We just have to, you know, get going soon." "Oh, hush, let them enjoy themselves," Mom said. "Robert, honey, make our daughter's first time magical." "He is doing that, Mom," I moaned as Daddy shifted his hips, stirring his cock inside of me. "Daddy!" "Ready?" he asked. "Uh-huh," I moaned and nodded. It was so incredible as he drew back his hips. My naughty cunny clenched around his dick. My deflowered flesh clung to him. Pleasure rippled through me. Every inch of him moving through my pussy gave me such delight. I shuddered, my finger flexing. I gripped George's with my left hand while my right reached out to grab the back of daddy's neck. I pulled him down as his cock thrust back into me. His heavy balls smacked my taint. My twat clenched around them as a wave of pleasure shot through me. "Daddy!" I moaned, drunk on this moment. The couch groaned as daddy pumped his hips. He pressed me back into the cushions, my pussy welcoming his every thrust. I humped against him, my little titties jiggling. It was so incredible. Another orgasm built and built inside of me. My cunny fed on the friction of daddy's big dick plunging into me again and again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering as the rapture spilled through my body. Daddy's heavy balls smacked into me again and again. They brimmed with his seed. I wanted that in me. No condom. No birth control. Just his incestuous passion mixed inside of me. It felt so right. My hips undulated, stirring my naughty cunny around his thrusting dick. My clit ached and throbbed, bursting with pleasure every time it rubbed against his pubic bone. "Oh, Robert, you're making our little girl feel so good," Mom said. "Isn't he, George?" "Yeah," my date groaned, his voice throaty as he watched a real man fuck me. He watched my daddy put his dick in me. He stirred me up, my pussy boiling around him. I squeezed my twat tight about his thick cock. I clenched my naughty hole. I didn't want to let go. I wanted him to stay in me forever. I gasped and moaned, gripping George's wrist as I came closer and closer to my climax. My entire body tensed. Daddy thrust faster. It was like he sensed my need. He knew that I needed a bit more friction to set off my fires. I could feel the smoke rising. The tinder was about to catch. I blazed. "Daddy!" I gasped as my incestuous orgasm erupted inside of me. Flames of rapture burned out of my pussy. Heat swept through my body, setting my mind on fire. I gasped and moaned. Stars, little sparks that flared and died, danced before my eyes. My cunny spasmed and writhed about his dick plunging in and out of me. Every thrust sent more rapturous heat sweeping through me. "Brittany," daddy growled, slamming into me. "Cum in me, Daddy!" I moaned. "Oh, yes, just cum in me!" Daddy thrust into me, plowing into my spasming pussy over and over. My cunt convulsed around his cock, welcoming him with every thrust. I was massaging it with my once-pure flesh. I was savoring every plunge, every hard thrust of his dick into me. The pleasure burned hotter and hotter inside of me. I whimpered, my left hand clutching on George's wrist, feeling my date squirm beside me as my daddy made me cum over and over again. "I love you, Daddy!" I squealed. "Please, please, cum in me!" "Yes, cum in our little girl, Robert, honey." Mom sounded so supportive. She was so happy. "Yeah, Mr. Smith," George groaned. "Your daughter needs it." "I do, George." My pussy writhed about my daddy's cock. "I do need my daddy's cum in me. Please, please, give it to me, Daddy!" "Brittany, honey!" Daddy growled, clutching those electrifying panties in his hand. He slammed to the hilt in me. My small titties quivered as his balls smacked into my taint. I felt the first spurt of Daddy's hot cum firing in my fertile depths. My pussy writhed harder. An orgasm far more intense than the others, a firestorm of ecstasy, swept through me. My cunny milked my daddy's cock. I felt every eruption of his incestuous seed into me. I gasped and moaned, the darkness now devouring my vision. I squealed, unable to say words as this magical moment swept over me. I stared into my daddy's dark eyes as he grunted. Groaned. I knew I'd always be his little girl. He kissed me. His tongue thrust into my mouth as my pussy wrung his cock dry. He grunted while my pleasure peeked in me. I released George's wrist to hug my daddy tight. My fingernails scratched down his back, rasping against his shirt. He growled and then groaned as I drained him dry. I had every drop in me. I was full of his wonderful cum. It was perfect. Just the way it was supposed to be. I was so glad I found those panties. Lucky me. Daddy broke the kiss. He stared into my eyes. "I love you, Brittany." I rubbed my dainty nose into his large one. "I love you too, Daddy." Then I giggled. "If you don't get off of me, I can't leave on my date. George's been pretty patient." Daddy smiled. "Yes, he has." I shuddered as Daddy pulled his cock out of my juicy cunny. I clenched tight, wanting to trap every drop of his incestuous seed in me. My hands darted out, snagging my panties away from his grip. He smiled at me. "Thanks for holding onto these, Daddy," I said, thrusting my feet through both leg holes. "It was all my pleasure," Daddy said, winking at me. As he put away his cock, wet with my pussy cream, I drew my panties up past my knees and worked them up my thighs. A tingle raced down my legs, making me shudder. I was so glad to be Daddy's little girl. "And you, son, you better have my daughter back by ten," Daddy growled at George. "Oh, he will," I said, lifting up my rump so I could pull on my cute panties the rest of the way. I felt the crotch seat against my shaved pussy, making sure Daddy's cum would be in me all throughout my date. "I want to get home with enough time to make love to you again, Daddy." He smiled at me as he sank down onto his recliner. "Such a good daughter," Mom said as she rose from the couch. "Robert, honey, I'll have dinner ready in thirty minutes." Smiling, Mom headed towards the kitchen. I stood up and begin buttoning my blouse, my pigtails swaying about my shoulders. I covered up my breasts and smoothed down my skirt. I smiled at George, loving how we squirmed. He had a hardon bulging his jeans. Poor guy, he'd have to wait until he got home tonight to take care of that. I certainly wasn't going to give him anything. Not even a hand job. I was a good girl. My hands, my mouth, my pussy, and even my asshole, were all Daddy's. George stood up and took my arm. I smiled, looking up at him. "And you behave," I told him. "I'm a good girl, remember?" "Yeah, I saw," George said, smiling. "Well, let's get to the movie. You're gonna love it." I bet I would. George was a nice boy. He felt safe. Not one of those boys who would try to take advantage of me. He understood that I would always be Daddy's little girl. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The figure who created the panties smiled. His first creation was a huge success. It was worth the wait for Brittany to finally put them on. He knew she would be forever happy. In nine months, she would produce a baby. The first of the many children she would bear her Daddy. One day, she would even get married, but she would forever give herself to her father. Her husband, maybe even this stooge George, would understand. He might be married to Brittany, but her body would forever belong to her daddy. The figure brushed the next pair of panties with a single word printed across the rear in gold, sparkling letters: Bratty. To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling Panties...
Back when I was married My husband would always say, The best way to stay healthy is to eat pussy every day. Everyday he would bring it up that I should have sex with another girl, And I know that he resented me for not giving it a whirl. He always bugged me about it everyday of our married life, How could eating pussy be something he wanted from his wife? After 13 years of this shit I had had quite enough, I stopped all the things he liked and even stopped shaving my muff. Then he finally asked me why things in the bedroom changed so much, He had begun to notice that I even cringed at his touch. Why did you quit shaving and stop sucking on my cock? Lately it seems like I've been sleeping with a rock. You never get aggressive and grab me by the balls, There's no more spontenaity and fucking against the walls. I truely miss making love to you and all those kinky things we'd try, Something is really wrong with us and I'm about to break down and cry. Was it something that I said or did that has got you acting this way? Thats when I told him that his lesbian talk pisses me off more and more each and every day. He said that to go through your life without eating pussy is a waste, I know that you would like it if you got just a little taste. I never once had told him that I often fantasized bout it, Wrapping my warm and succulent lips around a hard and throbbing clit. Slipping my eager and hungry tongue into a wet inviting pussy hole, And my pussy having no more use for his seven and a half inch pole. I told him I would try it but it would surely make him sick, Because if I have to eat a pussy then he would have to suck a dick. He said that there was no fucking way that he was going to suck on some guys cock, I told him to drop it then or continue sleeping with a rock! It wasn't long after that that our marriage came to an end, Because of his constant bugging me there was no way I would bend. Three weeks after our divorce I gave pussy eating a try, And every since that awesome night I haven't been with another guy. Making love with a woman is oh so much better, And I can honestly say That NO man has made me wetter! What it all boils down to is that the woman is the boss, And since he wouldn't quit buggin me It was his mother fucking loss!
Introduction: A boy and his sister make plans during the hot summer Prologue: My first intimate encounter with my sister was when I was 9 and she was 7. Wait… Wait! Don't get me wrong, it was completely accidental. We didn't even actually fuck. It was just the contact, there was no passion or even… Knowledge. My dad bought a house back in his college days (he was really well off) just off campus. He was the big football jock of the school and so was always the one hosting the toga parties; In fact, he met my mom on one occasion and never had to meet her again. For that reason, almost everything in his house was convertible. Couches could turn into beds, chairs could transform into stepladders to reach the booze on the higher shelves, tables could become either study desks or poker tables, and beds… Well, beds would become just another part of the wall. Now imagine, about 11 years later, my parent had been married for 10 years, had a son for 9, and a daughter for 7. After graduating, my dad got on the board of a small privately owned company, which exploded into a multi-billion dollar sensation on the market, leaving my dad (and the rest of his family) very well off indeed. The house had not changed a bit since then besides the inevitable technology upgrades like a plasma television, a household stereo system that could blast from inside the bathroom and make the water vibrate, and an awesome computer. These things don't have anything to do with the story besides for the fact that they're there. All the convertibles are still exactly as they had been since the last party, and that's why my mother asked me and my sister to clean up the mess. Chapter 1: Still the Prologue I woke up one morning to the familiar funk of dirtiness in the room next to mine. It didn't really throw me that much since I had been living with it for 9 years already. It was the only room that my mom had forbidden the housecleaners to clean because it was the room that my dad and mom first fucked in. Strange kind of memento, I guess. Of course, I didn't know about sex back then and my mom just said that was where she and her husband first kissed, satisfied with my initial disgust. Everyday, remembering that it hasn't been cleaned since, I took proper care to avoid the room. Until today, when my mom and dad continued having their heated debate over whether to clean the room or not. My father was yelling that the smell was the reason no one ever came to their house and that the air in the house was probably endangering and poisoning us as we speak, while my mom was shrieking that my father didn't have any respect for the past, and didn't care about the memories of the good days in college. Eventually though, my mother gave in and since there were no housekeepers today, ordered me and my 7 year-old sister, Chrissy, to clean it up while they went to the mall in town for groceries and such…. We stepped into the disgusting room that hadn't been cleaned in over 9 years, my sister held the two rolls of paper towels to avoid the smell. I opened the window at the side of the room to let in some air but even then it was blisteringly hot in the room, so we ended up in t-shirt and shorts. Neither of us ever wore underwear under our shorts. Bad infant habits are to blame. We both just liked feeling that soothing breeze and freedom you can't usually get, and today we really wished there was a window in this room. Reluctantly I took the paper towels form my sister… And so we began. It started out simply enough, we used a broom to brush off the cobwebs that hung from the light in the middle of the room. I distinctly remember smelling that anti-mold spray and realized that my mom must've been putting it in here for years because even she could figure out that the room was a health hazard. So with no mold to stop us, we went on using a steam vacuum to get all the old wine stains out of the rug and a regular vacuum for the layer of dust that coated the room. Finally we got to the push down bed. It was already down so we didn't have any trouble getting started. All the cloth of the bed spreads and sheets were full of holes from moths. It was like a coat that had stayed in the closet too long. We threw the hopeless sheets into the trash along with the unusable pillows. It took about 45 minutes, but eventually we finished the bed and all we had left to do was the space behind the bed. The bed itself was surprisingly narrow for a push down. It was only about 4 or 5 feet wide and 6 feet long and 1 ft off the ground so the space that we had to clean wasn't that large. The only problem was the there was this small space in the back of this space. It was probably a storage place for horny college guys to keep their pornos or something. There weren't any pornos now, but there was a dead mouse. My sister shrieked when she saw it, "Oooooh Jonny look! It's a rat!" "Don't be silly, it's just a mouse," I said, trying to sound brave, but it was torture for me to pickup the thing with a tissue and throw into the trash as quickly as possible. After that episode we continued cleaning. About 15 minutes later we were finishing up. We were both sweating tremendously, but we just weren't the ones to take a break. I was finishing the small crawl space, and I had taken off my shirt because it was just too damn hot, while my sister, the whole time, was watching me clean the space without lifting a finger, despite my constant accusations of her being lazy. Chrissy must've unconsciously tripped the lock switch that helped keep the bed from flipping up while people were sleeping on it because something happened then that was both frightening and really embarrassing. Once I finished cleaning the crawl space, I didn't get out, rather I rolled over and sat with my back to the wall, sighing and feeling proud of a job well done. Then Chrissy said, "Finally, that took forever." "And you didn't help at all, not one bit," I said, glaring at her as best as a 9 year old could, "It's so hot…" Chrissy said with an over-exaggerated sigh, "I'm going to go cool off in the pool now." She looked out the window, and once again sighed at the sight of the sparkling water that shimmered about 100 yards away. "Come on Jonny! Let's go have some fun." With that she leaped onto the metal back railing of the bed and faced me, directly in front of me, which was dangerous as she could slip, but was even more dangerous since the lock that kept the bed down wasn't locked. Everything from that point on was in slow-mo for me, but in absolute high definition. I remember the weight of my sister unbalancing the bed and like a seesaw, flipped backwards. Had she not been standing directly in front of me, she would've been crushed in between the bed and wall, seriously injured or worse. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. But the bed did flip back and the momentum carried her straight at me, still sitting with my back to the wall, not realizing the danger we were in. She tripped on the corner of the crawl space and landed hard of top of me, her legs splayed out on either side of my chest. The air was knocked out of me for a second and being inexperienced with that surprise attack of pain, cried for about ten seconds before noticing my sister was crying too. I did my best to try to pry my arm loose from in between Chrissy's calves to wipe away my watering eyes, but to no avail. I wasn't that strong back then. I quickly accessed our situation as best I could. Chrissy was struggling to stand up but her legs wouldn't budge due to the sides of the crawl space and my arms pinning her thighs down. The bed had strategically slammed into the entrance of the crawl space, so my sister couldn't pull back and get off me. In other words, we were stuck; with my sister sitting right on my lower torso, that is, my 9 year old cock, straddling me on either side. I didn't even know about sex, but it seemed my cock did and it started to grow. It eventually became… well a semi hard three-inch erection. I'm sure my sister wouldn't be able to notice, though I didn't know exactly why I was ashamed besides the fact that they were my "private parts." Chrissy's persistent pulling back didn't help either, sliding her covered pussy along the short shaft of my boyhood. Her shorts were damp from the sweat, which was rapidly forming on both our bodies from the increasing heat in the crawl space. That was another concern, how long would we be able to take the heat until we would pass out. That pool would sure look good right about now. The sweat made etchings of her slit and my shaft through the shorts since there were no under shorts to cover it. I was getting red in the face, but realized my sister took no notice of our slightly erotic situation. "Jonny! I can't get up!" Again, she pulled back grinding her small crotch against my dick. "Jonny! What are we going to do?" "I'm thinking," I said, which was true. Remember, this was about a million times more embarrassing for me than it was arousing and I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. My dick was merely instinct. "Maybe I can slide up." I tried this, but still couldn't move. It was becoming increasingly hot and Chrissy soon became impatient. She started being more aggressive in pulling away, coming away with half success. If the situation weren't so dire it would be rather comical otherwise. She tried pulling upwards now and each time my dick would try to stick in the air, before my sister dropped back down and smashed it back against her pussy and my stomach. This happened about ten times and then she summoned enough strength to rise about halfway, letting my dick stand straight up, before coming back down. I felt surprise tightness around my clothed cock before realized the tip of my small cock just barely penetrated the lips of the young girl. She gave a squeal and shot up into the air, completely releasing both of us. We both pushed away from each other as best we and sat a few moments just panting for breathing and wiping the sweat off our bodies. I stood and looked at her guiltily, waiting for what she had to say. She didn't say anything, she glanced at me and said with little emotion at all, "We need to get the bed back down." After a few tries we succeeded in pushing the bed onto the newly cleaned carpet. We carefully locked the bed back up, and sped out of the room and ran to the pool. We didn't bother taking out clothes off and putting swimsuits off. We stayed there for two hours before leaving. It was heaven. Then I thought, as I watch my 7 year old sister named Chrissy get a beach towel and drying herself off and looking at the butt that was once on my cock, that I was so guilty and ashamed for what happened though I didn't understand why at the time. But of course, I realized, if my clothed cock hadn't penetrated that little bit and made her jump, we probably would still be in that crawlspace. I smiled a little to myself and dried off as well, flicking my cock as I rubbed down through the suit. I said, "Good boy." Chapter 2: 6 years later. What a 6 years it's been since that day. I'll get right to it. Whatever accident had occurred since that day didn't matter anymore except for the fact that I now wish, seeing my sister now, that it would've lasted longer, life threatening situation or not. My sister in the 6 years since then had completely transformed beginning at age 11. Have you ever heard of that girl Saaya Irie? That 11 year old Japanese superstar with F-cups? My sister was just like her, except probably not as extreme. By age 12 she was wearing B-Cups (I checked) and only grew from there until she wore c/d-cups by age 13. Her breasts have since grown to DD's but, I'll stop at age 13 because it is where the main story took shape. It was a day that would've slightly reminded me about that time, trapped between the bed and the wall, but it had been a while since then so mostly I had forgotten about it. I didn't think that Chrissy remembered it either, but ever since that day I've felt that I had been getting the strangest looks from her. And then when I would look up at her she would turn away and walk someplace else. Especially since she started having sex-ed in school when she was 12, then she really avoided me. At these times I would look at her and she would blush furiously and then there would be that awkward moment hanging in midair, but I always spared her by breaking it up. I assumed now that since she was growing up, she might actually have a little bit of a crush on me, which I heard was normal for girls growing up sometimes. So, I just merely brushed it off and didn't say anything because although she was shy around me, we were still really tight. I would never do anything to upset her or make her feel even more uncomfortable around me, and she would do the same for me. We were so fond of each other, that she would frequently abandon her bed on cold or stormy nights in just panties and a bra, and we would sleep in a spooning position. In the morning I would often find my morning wood had escaped the confines of my boxers and slid in between her ass cheeks. It felt so comfortable and warm, as though it was supposed to be there, and at these times I really wished she wasn't my sister. But I wasn't a pervert, so I would just slide it out, hoping she wouldn't wake up with a cock nestled between her cheeks. Besides this slight intimacy, we led practically normal lives. We barely ever fought, which made our parents happy, and when they suggested it, we would go off on one adventure or another, walking down the college campus, as various female students (really hot ones) would point at the two of us and say, "Look, there's Jonny and his sister. Hey Jonny!" I would wave back, embarrassed slightly and continue on down. Yeah, I wasn't that aggressive. That's because I knew who I was, I probably wasn't the first guy you would go to for a fuck, especially if you were a college girl three years older. Though I have a pretty good build, my face is all fucked up. My pimple years were just beginning and already I had scars from the ones I tried to foolishly pop, I also wear glasses, making the exact formula for geek, though I hated computers. All in all, I wasn't that popular at school because of 1. I'm a freshmen 2. Am quiet, and 3. I never try. Seriously, I never really cared much for the social life outside my family, I had everything there that I needed already. My parents and especially, Chrissy. Anyway back to it then. So on this hot and humid day, the fact that I had nothing to do was depressing me. I had completed all of my fucking homework and pretty much wore out my dad playing ping pong (I don't know how. He and mom went to a sports club afterwards.) But I still had nothing special in my schedule. Chrissy seemed to notice this and slowly came up to me and asked with mock sympathy, "What's up doc?" I looked at her with a gloomy look. I sighed and commented, "It's a beautiful day today, but I have nothing to do." "Well, hmmm. You and I could do something." "Yeah, but what?" I asked, looking up at her. She smiled and showed her white sparkling teeth, which shined beautifully with her long blond hair. "I don't know..." Then she jumped up suddenly and clapped her hands, "I got it, you pick something, no ANYTHING you want to do and I'll do it." I thought for a moment. "Well, I'd really like to go fishing, but I don't have the boat key." At the word 'fishing' my sister's smile faded and a look of disgust came across her face. She hated fishing with a passion, just the concept of putting a slimy worm on a hook and then taking a fish of that's been stabbed with the same hook totally turned her off. But after a few seconds, her smile returned. "Wait here." With that, she rushed off into the living room and came back a few minutes later with a keychain jangling in her hand. "Where the hell'd you get that?!!!" I yelled, staring at the boat key with joy. My dad had never let us go near the boat without him, and my current dream was to cruise the lake outside just by myself, or in this case, with my sister. "I'm telling mom you swore," She teased, but then continued, "I found it inside that drawer that dad always locks. His 'durrrty' magazines were there too. He must've just used it before he left, because he accidentally left it wide open." I laughed. "Alright then. Now we can go fishing." "And maybe some swimming off the boat afterwards." Chrissy said. "Sure." We decided that since we would be in the middle of the lake on this hot day, and would want to get into the water right away afterwards, we would just wear our suits on the boat while fishing. Our father's boat was a classic fishing rowboat, but on this large lake you would need a motor to get somewhere. That's where the key came in. Soon, we had set off and quickly found ourselves in the middle of the large lake. Chapter 3: Fishing Now, usually the middle of a lake is not the place where you would normally find fish, but this lake was special I that many large sailboats had sunk from a sudden increase in depth, creating a sanctuary for fish to escape the harsh sun. My dad and I would spend hours just dropping our lines straight down as we would catch '25 inch bass. When we got there, it was deadly silent, and there were no other boats until the shore about two miles back. I immediately took out the line and baited it. I offered it to Chrissy, who hook her head violently staring at the worming on the dangling hook as though fearing I was torturing it. I shrugged her refusal and dropped the line in and right away I got hits and landed myself 3 good sized bass. About 5 fish later, which included a nice fight against a Northern Pike that won, my sister's interest started to grow. She asked if she could try once, and I said sure but that she would have to bait her own hook. After some difficulty, she was able to do so. She dropped the line in and waited. I noticed this right away; she had no idea how to fish. Five worms were quickly lost until I said, "Here Chrissy, you want me to show you?" She nodded and I got in her seat and spread my legs so that one was on either side of her. She backed up against me. I noticed that when I moved forward my cock squashed tightly against her backside. I leaned forward over her and took her hands with the pole in mine. Her hair got in my face and it smelled really good. A mixture of shampoo and coconut cream suntan lotion. The closeness discomforted her and she shifted slightly, causing my cock to fall and be planted under her. She paused but didn't say anything. I said as I held her small, delicate hands. "Okay Chris, first drop the line like you have been…" I paused suddenly and gasped in my mind as I felt my meat start expanding under Chrissy's ass. I tried to ignore the feeling but it was impossible. "W-wait until about 6 yards… of line is down," I breathed. I was wondering if I should move or not, but that would jsut embarass the both of us, so I didn't move. The smell from her hair was now intoxicatingly sweet and it only added to the sensual stimulation I was receiving. "Ssstop. The reel. Now." My cock was diamond hard now and at full length, though it was a little flattened by Chrissy's weight. It was currently trying to force its way up through Chrissy's bikini-clad rear. She had to have felt it, but she chose to ignore it. And then. "Jonny, I got one!" She yelled as the pole jiggled and she bounced in the air slightly. It was as if in slow motion instant replay of the convertible bed scene. I saw my cock coming flying up and she came down hard. Luckily, she came down faster and flatten back down to earth, causing me slight pain, but not more than a wince. Her bikini-clad pussy was slightly wet, and slid down the shaft of my dick when she came down. But she backed into me to regain her balalence, causing my cock to surge even more towards it desire. The reel was losing line fast. I grabbed the pole and stopped it from going any further, involuntarily making me squeeze Chrissy with a lot of force, who was still clutching the pole too. My bear hug pressed the sides of my arms against the exposed sides of her full breasts from the bikini top. Her skin was so smooth it drove me crazy. The pressing brought her breasts together and emphasized her cleavage, only increasing the fullness of those wonderful globes, as I felt her hardening tits against my forearms. This also brought my cock to life and through my swim trunks, grinded hard against her ass. I tried to sound casual but excited for the fishing. "It feels like a big one." I thought I heard her sigh something along the lines of, 'yeah… Really big one.' Then I was shocked when she thrust her hips back at me slightly, instantly drying my mouth and lose almost all sense of where I was. I moved forward slightly, causing my hard-on to bump against her clit and asshole and once again she thrust back against cock, rubbing her bikini-clad cunt and asshole over my shaft, which was trying to find a way out of my suit. We continued this light grinding while we reeled together. I felt her pussy getting wet as we did this constant bumping. I looked into her eyes and saw a glazed over look, staring out at the fishing pole, which was suddenly falling from her hands. I grabbed a hold of it. I tried ignoring the feeling of having my sister sweet pubic bone grinding along the side of my cock, by thinking of what fish could be on the line. I noticed the line was not straight down as it had began, but now outwards, pulling the line at a more horizontal angle. Usually this meant that it wasn't a bass or large bluegill because they dove straight down. It was probably a walleye. Just as I thought this, a large fish surfaced and I saw that it was definitely a walleye, pretty big too. It dove back down as we continued reeling. We got it in to about ten feet of the boat when… BANG!!! The pole was almost torn from our hands altogether, but thanks to my fast reflexes, I managed to hold on. "Whoa," my sister shouted, breaking out of her trance, and grabbing hold of the pole as well. This stopped the grinding we were in and she settle on my cock with the tip resting on her clit. Something had happened. The thing on the other end of the line had the strength of ten walleye. What had happened? Suddenly I knew. Some bigger fish had latched on to our already big walleye, and was trying to steal it from us. It had to be a musky. I yelled, "Pull it in Chris," as we both pulled the walleye attached to the musky which to my amazement, refused to let go. We heaved ourselves backwards onto each other, starting a new intense grinding between my steel shaft and her sopping crotch. The heat that it produced was incredible. She banged back against me as I lunged forward, sending me into a spiraling world that made dizzy, thirsty, and horny all at once. I squeezed Chrissy tighter and practically lifted her off the seat and slammed down, as I felt my clothed cock drive onto her asshole and slightly inwards. Chrissy gasped and sat down hard, letting the rhythm this monstrous fish was taking us on fill our hearts with lust. I felt the tip of my cock strain and come through the front hole, actually touching the smooth skin of my sister's thighs. She felt it to. Never in my life had I felt something so hot, so good, on my cock. I couldn't take it anymore. All the shyness of girls I had had in the past was gone and all my love of Chrissy came in one swift movement as I grabbed the pole from her and set in the pole holder right as she turned around and pressed her weight against me, toppling us to the boat floor. We were insane, Chrissy immediately started kissing me all over my body and with her hands rubbed up and down my shaft and balls, which was letting precum out at a glorious rate. She kissed me while on top, all the way from my nipples, to my neck, and finally to my mouth where I greeted hers with mine. I let my tongue slide into her mouth, wrestling furiously with hers, trying to pin it down. I felt her tongue doing the same as she pressed her sexy, full lips against me, sending me into sexual overdrive. Delirious from what was occurring, I grabbed her hands, which were done fondling my cock and intertwined them with mine. We squeezed each other as we kissed, as though we could rish being seraprated, not even parting to breathe because we just breathed through our noses and what drove me crazy was her hot, humid breath that I had felt some many times when we slept together, but now it was a panting and raspy gasp that shouted, "DO ME!" My cock was now in total control as it grinded hard against Chrissy pubic bones as she gasped and moaned for relief. Then my lips parted with hers and smiled at her as I released my cock from my suit and threw it across the boat. My thick cock then continued to ravage away along the entire crack of Chrissy's amazing ass. Her wet pussy was screaming, "FUCK ME!" as I slid over it. Not as a request, but an order. I didn't dare disobey it and took my right hand from Chrissy's left and brought it down to her clit and flicked it furiously, alternating between that and sticking my thumb up her pussy all the way to the second knuckle. Chrissy moaned loudly as I finger-fucked her hard. Her pussy was drowning my hand with fluid, turning her moans into whimpers. With my other hand I tore off Chrissy's top and attacked her full breasts with my mouth, her hard, rosy nipples entering me. I sucked hard, and squeezed her breast. Gently to not hurt her, but not so soft as to not make a point. It was as though I was a suckling baby wondering why there was no milk coming from mommy. Her warm breast slid in and out of my mouth as I flicked the tip of her nipple with my tongue. This stimulation added to Chrissy's sobs of pleasure. She starting tensing up and arching her back, while I started rubbing her clit almost raw, vigorously, my cock having a mind of it own was now stuck in her ass, moving in and out with the beat of the boat which, swayed violently from our movements. Then she let out a single moan that reverberated throughout the large lake as she came over my hand and cock, "OOOOOOOOOH!" but I still didn't stop licking the sides and undersides of her breasts. I was in another world. I took my cock out of her ass and started lubricating it with her cum along her pussy. I teased her slightly, sticking the tip in slightly, getting a feel of the warmth she had to offer, then bringing it out. And then, without giving any warning jammed it as hard and far as I could up my sister's cunt, burying it up to the hilt and colliding with her pubic bone. Excess cum that was still in her pussy squirted out and dribbled down our thighs. She gasped and I paused momentarily, realizing what I had done. I was holding her practically in a death-grip, and then I held her out before me looking dead into her eyes. A few moments past before she said, "Jonny…?" "Yeah…?" "Thanks…" With that she broke into a wide smile and sat up without breaking our love connection and started slowly moving up and down my shaft. Progressively, it got faster and harder as my prick slid in and out of my own sister's pussy, sending waves of pleasure through both of us as though we were one person, one unit. She wrapped her legs around my waist and bucked upwards as hard as she could, making electricity spark up and down my spine, and lighting a tremendous fire inside me, as I met her thrusts with blows of my own, creating a powerful drive towards each other that was driving me off the deep end. My mouth once again found her lips and we enslaved each other in our passion, rubbing our bodies, never parting completely once. Our tongues dueled in an endless battle as we rolled and fought with each other to gain control before deciding it didn't really matter. We broke lips momentarily a she mounted me and started humping the shit out of me. I moaned loudly, and felt my scrotum tighten, "Chris… I'm gonna…" I couldn't get the last words out but she nodded in understanding as she let me roll on top of her and I pounded my engorged prick into her with every thing I had, causing us both to gasp and moan. As my orgasm drew nearer the blows became shorter but with more force and faster. We locked lips once more and senselessly threw ourselves away to our sexual desires. I remember my last drives into her taking forever as I slid in as far as possible. I never felt anything so pure before in my life. My final two blows came hard and long with my sister clutching at each other and driving us together with so much force you couldn't tell that we were two different people, we fit perfectly in each other's grooves and there was no reason we shouldn't. I came into my sisters womb with a ground-breaking explosion of cum that rocked the boat as we slammed our crotchs and our faces against each other for the last time. I felt Chrissy' vaginal walls quake and tighten around my cock, milking me of all I was worth. Cum shot out of the cracks of Chrissy's pussy and sprayed her legs, and onto her stomach and tits, making her look like the dirtiest and most beautiful creture in existence. I was cumming in buckets, it never seemed to end, nor did I want it to…. It was so good… So good… Chapter 4: I woke up about a half hour later, my cock was inside something. I felt sticky and smelly as I traced the trail from my chest, to my cock, to my…. Sister. I smiled and thought ho beautiful she looked completely naked beside me with my soft cock filling her. I pulled out which, caused her to stir and open her eyes to mine. She smiled and grasped me tightly as we lay on the boat floor. "That was incredible Jonny," she said, I could feel her breast against my chest as she ground her ass into my soft cock, now hardening again. I let it penetrate the entrance, and then thrust it in lightly, not out of lust, but from love. We both came together again, again you would not be able to tell the difference between our bodies. "You're incredible," I said kissing her lightly on the lips. She opened her mouth and our tongues came together. They didn't wrestle, but danced like an old married couple on the dance floor who've known each other for years. She started moving up my shaft again and let it flop out to my disapointment. Then she sat on it and flatten it against my stomach and started the grinding motion that I knew and loved too well. My shaft ran along her pink slit, covering her pussy, asshole, and clit all at once, she let out a light moan before stopping, looking deep into my eyes, and giving me a final kiss that seemed to last for an age. We parted and Chrissy sat up staring at my body and hard cock, then at her own messy body covered in dried cum. I took the fishing rod out of its holder, to no surprise see the musky had completely devoured the walleye and left. Aw well... It was worth it. Chrissy stuck her finger in the water over the boat and wiped some of the cum off with a towel. I got up to do the same. Then she dropped the towel, exposing her smooth back, put her bikini back on, and suddenly jumped into the lake. She emerged moments later completely naked, her suit floating about ten feet behind her, smiling, "So how's about that swim," she said. I nodded at her without speaking. She smiled and dove straight down like a bass. I put on my own suit as well, preparing to mimic her act. I needed to first get my own cum off my body before swimming though it didn't really matter. I splashed some water on my chest and crotch. I smiled a little to myself and dried off as well, flicking my cock as I rubbed down through the suit. I said, "Good boy."
Introduction: Now Jessica is on the job useing the Jessica 3000 to spit one girl after another, and getting paid for it, how cool is that?, and a slave girl too!!, but will it last?. Jessica's Capture Story: #19 Copyright ©2005 Written: January 24 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: PiasaTroll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) Part 5 - Jessica's on the job Following her down the hall, Jerry was right behind her "Go ahead she is waiting in there, I'm sure she will be surprised to see you, he he" He said placing a hand on her shoulder, "You trust me to go in and spit her alone?" Jessica asked "That's the deal and when you are done with her there are four more spits now available and waiting to be filled, think you can handle that?" Jerry said removing his hand from her shoulder. "Sure I can do it!" Jessica replied as she turns from Jerry and enters the room alone, looking around for the mouth bitch she now knew was named Stacey. "No way bitch!" was heard from Stacey as she saw Jessica come into sight, realizing Jessica's collar and chain was gone could only mean that Jessica was here for her, she thought, She was right. Walking over to Stacey "Guess what, I'm here to get you on that Jessica 3000 over there and spike that pretty little pussy of yours" Jessica said as she runs a finger between Stacey's leg and dips it into her pussy. Stacey starts struggling against Jessica's touch as Jessica unchains her from the wall, grabs her arm and begins pulling Stacey toward the Jessica 3000 with much resistance. Grabbing Stacey's head Jessica slams it down hard on the chrome siding of the Jessica 3000 and then forces her to take a kneeling position and mount the Jessica 3000, unknown to Jessica, Jerry is watching and impressed by her treatment of the mouth bitch, watching as Jessica quickly straps Stacey into the machine tight and looks around for the spit that was once reserved for her own pussy. Looking very silly Jessica reads the large red button "Auto-matic spit reload, push here" pushing the large red button the machine starts up and a long steel spit can be seen falling from its storage space high above the machine and then quickly locks behind the Jessica 3000 and its unwilling rider. While the spit is sliding up inside Stacey's pussy, Jerry walks in to the room "Woe very good, I've never seen any operator subdue a victim that quickly" he said as stops directly in front of Jessica who is standing next to the Jessica 3000, watching Stacey get spiked. "By the way did we discus wages and meat option's yet?" he asked as Jessica turns toward him, "I get wages and meat?" she answered his question with another question. "Of course an apprentice operator starts at $10.00 an hour, when you are more experienced and well trained you will receive as much as $20.00 an hour, with a raise every six months, over the next three years" he replied "Also you are entitled to one fresh meat-girl or your own, every other month, to do with what ever you like" he added. Jessica looked for a second as though she was thinking it over and then suddenly broke out into a happy dance "That's five times better wage then my old job" she replied, Jessica kneeling in front of Stacey still riding the Jessica 3000 "I winder what it feels like to have a spit tear its way though your body?" Jessica asked with a smile as Stacey quickly spat in her face. Jessica wipes her face and slaps the bitch hard "I can't wait to se that spit come sticking from your pretty little lips" Jessica said as she stood up. Looking around the room at other girls having just been brought in for processing "Jessica, you may choose one for yourself" he said pointing to the girls being lead in from the van's, Jessica looks them up and down "Can I do what ever I want with the one I choose?" she asked, "Yes anything you want, she will be your personal property, you can choose a new one every two months but the last one must be slaughtered and processed before you can take another" he said as Jessica walked over to inspect the new girls. Looking back toward Stacey, Jessica noticed the spit was half way though her "If you want you can speed up the spiting process, or slow it down to cause maximum pain to your victim" Jerry said "There will be times when you will be required to work fast, that is where the highest setting comes in 10 being the fastest, this means the spit will travel 10 inches per minute, setting 1 being the lowest, this means the spit will travel 1 inch per minute and also delivers a slight electrical charge, but only enough electricity to cause the most unbearable pain you can imagine, not enough to cook or singe the meat" he added while looking into Jessica's smiling face" Jessica checked the setting to see Stacey was set to setting 3 meaning the spit was traveling at about 3 inches per minute, with a smile on her face Jessica hit the switch marked setting 1, Stacey began to scream from the electrical current now filling her pussy along with the sharp death spike. Satisfied that the mouthy bitch was in the most pain Jessica could give her she now returned her attention to the line of girl's awaiting her inspection. "Well I've always wanted a sex slave, would you mind if I kept that young blond there alive for a while as a sex slave?" she asked pointing to the only blond in the line "Sure you can do what ever you want with her, except setting her free!, that is the only rule, when your done with her she must be processed as meat before you can take a new meat-girl, or you can choose to keep her indefinitely for as long as you are working for us" he replied as he ordered Steve to come and take the blond who they now found out her name was Lina, out of the line of waiting girl's Lina was then chained to the wall in the "WAITING ROOM" waiting for Jessica. Hearing Stacey scream her final scream Jessica turned to see the spit force its way out of her mouth and walked over to Stacey gave her a pat on the head "Good girl, I was right that spit looks lovely between those blood stained lips" she said with a laugh, pressing a smaller red button she could see a smaller spit that she knew was the anal bayonet shoot out of the Jessica 3000 attached to the larger spit insider her and following along it until the small sharp point of the nail bayonet was at the entrance to her anus and quickly forced it inside her, forcing Stacey to scream around the large steel invader inside her. Releasing both of Stacey's hands Jessica tied them behind her back tightly, then releasing her ankles and tied them tightly to the spit, seeing that Stacey was now ready to roast "Call the spit crew for pickup, use the phone there dial 6500 and tell them, you have a pickup for them" he said pointing to the phone, Jessica made the call and within seconds two large men came in and picked Stacey and her spit up over their shoulders and carried her away. As she watched the men carry Stacey away her hand had unknowingly slipped into her pussy and she began to masturbate herself, while doing this she felt the tag that had been attached to her left pussy lip, "Jerry what about this tag?" she asked drawing his attention to her meat-girl ID tag, "That stays there to always remind you that you belong to us, we can process you at any time for any reason we see fit" he replied. "Ok finish spiting these new girls fresh from the cleaning line, then you can clock out for the day and go to your new room with Lina" he said as he sat down to watch Jessica spit the remaining girls "What new room?" Jessica asked, looking toward her "Check your cunt tag, we have assigned you an apartment type room on the other side of the compound for you to live in while your working for us, we are giving you the same room the last operator lived in, everything she owned is now yours, except her slave, of course, she was processed with the operator this morning". Jessica continues her work forcing the next girl in line to mount the Jessica and straps her in tight, pushes the large red start button marked "Auto-matic spit reload" the machine begins to hum as the new spit falls into place behind the struggling girl who is now Jessica and Jessica 3000's new unwilling victim. Looking toward Jessica "I do have one request for you Jessica" Jerry said while watching her work "You were so good in bed, would you be willing to join me in bed and take care of my needs from time to time?" he asked Jessica turns to Jerry "Why me, with so many girls here to take why would you ask for me?" she asked as she continued her work guiding the spit into the meat-girl's pussy and watched as it began tearing into her body. Keeping the machine set to 1 because she likes to watch the girls suffer in pain. "Well out of all the meat-girls ive had none have been as good as you were" he replied to her question "Well I'm sure the meat-girls think, why should I make this good for him if he is just going to slaughter me" she said as the spit pushed its way out of the pretty lips of Jessica's second victim "You seem sure of that, what makes you so sure that is what they think?" Jerry asked her "Because that's what I was thinking when you were fucking me, It was only my pure lust and love of sex that made it good for you" she replied while releasing the girls hands and ankles, tying her hands tight behind her back and her ankles tight to the spit, after the anal bayonet was forced into place, and Jessica called the pickup crew. "I see, well this isn't a demand, just a request, if you don't want to I will never force you" he replied, "Well in that case, see me here now, nude, im always going to be like this, just take me when ever you want me, I don't mind" she replied while blushing a bright red. Jerry smiled and nodded his approval to her statement, as a fight broke out between two of the other three remaining meat-girls in the line waiting for a spit. "Ohh shit, another fight!" Jerry said as he jumped to his feet and Jessica turned to look, Jessica quickly jumped in between the two fighting meat-girls and tried to pull them both to the ground to subdue them, An alarm is sounded as a group of guard run in and grabs the two fighting meat-girls and Jessica. One guard holds each of the fighters, including Jessica, "release her" Jerry says pointing to Jessica as the guard releases her "But sir, all fighters are to be slaughtered immediately, why should we let this one go?" the guard said nodding toward Jessica. Looking at the guard "Because she isn't a meat-girl anymore she is our new operator" Jerry replied to the guards' question "Now get those two to the slaughter house" Jerry added. "YOU CANT SLAUGHTER ME!!" one of the meat-girls yelled "My alternative meat agency ID, says im to be spit roasted!" she added "Listen missy, we are not the alternative meat agency, we are a freelance meat agency, I make the rules here, you go to slaughter" he said looking into her hate filled eye's. Looking toward Jessica, "Well Jessica looks like tomorrow you get your first lesson in how to slaughter an unwilling meat-girl" he said looking into her smile filled face. "To the slaughter line with those bitches" Jessica said as the guards forced the two girls to the ground attached both of there legs to leg spreaders attached to chains that lifted them upside down, high into the air, Jessica looked on a they both disappeared though a plastic curtain, to await their slaughter, the sign above the plastic curtain reads "To Slaughter House" END PART 5
Introduction: Short skirts attract the wrong types - or do they? I was just eighteen at the time, working nine to five for a real estate firm. It was a small business, just the boss and three agents, with me as the only office girl. My predecessor in the job, whom I met on my first day, was scathing about the boss, saying that he was a complete sleaze and the reason why she was leaving. It didn't take me long to find out that this was true; after a few days he told me that he expected me to wear very short skirts, and to "tart myself up a bit." I later on heard them laughing and the boss saying that "a slut in the office brings in the male clients." It was my first job, and I was keen to do well, so at home, I cut a good amount from two of my skirts, and then resewed the hems. Trying them on afterwards, I began to think that I'd gone a bit overboard and taken far too much off , they really were extremely short now. Anyway, when I wore one of them to work, and also wore more make-up, the boss was very approving and commented that I "looked great." I was happy with my life at that stage, and everything was fine, but then I found that my boy-friend of some months had been two-timing me, and that was the end of the relationship. I was feeling a bit miserable, and was thinking over, for the umpteenth time, all of my personal problems as I stood waiting for the bus. Formerly I'd taken the train, but there was no way that I wanted to bump into Eddie and the new girlfriend. "Hello, I heard a cheery voice. Looking up I saw an older guy probably in about his late forties, maybe even a touch older. I barely gave him more than just a fleeting smile, and was ready to lapse once more into my moody state, but the guy started chatting away as if we were friends. I now and then gave an answer, but was only half listening to what he was saying, and really I didn't want to talk with this unknown man. "I suppose that you have a boyfriend," the pest was saying. "No," I muttered. "No!" he exclaimed, "I'd have thought that a hot little thing like you would have at least one. I glanced at him sharply in annoyance. It might be nice to have someone my own age to tell me that I was hot, but this guy had to be at least as old as my dad. He didn't seem to notice my disapproval, and asked, "or is it that you prefer girls?" "I had a boyfriend," I almost snapped, "but we've just broken up. The bus arrived just then and I got on, and even though there were empty seats, I sat next to a woman so that the guy couldn't sit next to me, but when I looked around I found that he hadn't boarded the bus, and I saw him walking off along the pavement. The guy smiled as he walked off, "just broken up with the boyfriend eh, that's good, she might be just right for picking - she certainly looks like she wants it, wearing a skirt like that, you can all but see her ass." It was only a couple of days later, when having walked to the bus stop, the same guy came along smiling at me amiably. "Hello Sexy," he said. I decided to ignore him, and I said nothing. He wasn't put off though. "I love that little skirt," he continued, "you look so hot." Feeling that I had to say something to get rid of this pest, I said to him coldly, "just because I wear a short skirt doesn't mean that you can talk like that." "Well you wear a skirt like that for one reason only," he said suggestively. I tried to hide my embarrassment by rifling about in my handbag, pretending to look for something, and peering into it so as not to encounter his look. Thankfully the bus was coming. The guy then thrust a large envelope at me, "here's something you'll like," he said. I was so surprised, and the envelope was thrust at me so suddenly, that I took a hold of it. The guy then turned on his heel and walked off rapidly. On the bus, I slid out the flap of the envelope and peered in, immediately recognizing the contents as a porno magazine. I could hardly contain my eagerness to look, but, although there was no one in the seat next to me, there were people opposite as well as behind. I contented myself with peering into the envelope and pushing on the sides so that the pages sprung apart slightly, just giving me a teasing glimpse at the contents. "Well that went ok," the guy thought to himself as he walked off. "I'll just need to be careful in case she's not the slut that she appears to be, and tells her father or someone. The next time will tell. If she takes the next lot of porn, she's mine for the taking." I knew that I'd nearly die of shame if that guy should once more visit the bus stop while I was waiting, and initially I was half inclined to revert to taking the train home. Anyway I decided on the bus, and no sooner had I arrived at the stop, than the guy came along. He obviously had been lurking about waiting for my arrival. I noticed that he held another large envelope. "Hello Miss Hot-stuff," he said smilingly. I was so embarrassed having had the porno magazine from him. I felt my face flush and didn't know quite what to do. I said nothing. "I've got some more porno for you," he said, holding out the envelope. I looked at it. I wanted it, but to take it would be as good as telling this guy that I was a slut, and would encourage him to keep pestering me and worse. He continued to hold it out to me, almost as if he knew the thoughts going through my mind. The bus was pulling into the kerb. I grabbed the envelope and pushed past the guy without saying a word. I climbed on board the bus, my heart pounding and feeling hot and flushed. "Yes!" the guy exclaimed out loud as he walked away, causing a passing man to look at him in wonder. He grinned broadly. "It might take a couple more times, but I've really got a grasp on her now." All day I knew that the guy would be waiting for me after work. "I'll take the train," I kept telling myself, but I knew that wouldn't happen, and that I'd go to the bus stop. When the time came, I even found myself hurrying to get there. He came just moments after I arrived. "Hello Sexy." I was almost shaking with apprehension. "The pictures in those books make you want to do it, don't they," he said straight off. I couldn't bring myself to say anything in reply; indeed I didn't know what to say. "I've got an apartment, we can go there if you like?" he suggested questioningly. "My car's parked around the corner." I looked at him but said nothing. I was so mixed up about him that I didn't know what to say. "You know that you want it," he suggested, but I could tell by his tone that he wasn't sure of me. "I can't," I said in confusion. "Why not?" "I don't know," I answered meaninglessly. "You want to be fucked", he said decisively. "Wait here and I'll get the car," then he added in an authoritative tone, "don't get on the bus." He hurried away, leaving me there with my mind in a turmoil of indecision. The bus pulled into the stop. The door opened. I met the driver's eye as he looked out waiting for me to board the bus. I shook my head and motioned with my hand for him to move on. The door closed. I felt a sudden urge to jump forward and bang on the door to be let in and for the bus to carry me away. I looked at the passengers as the bus pulled away from the curb. I imagined myself safely on board and settling into my seat, on the way home. "There'll be another bus in a half hour," I thought. I waited some five or ten minutes, then the car pulled up. I got in and we drove off. "Did the bus come?" the guy asked excitedly. "Yes," I said nervously. He glanced at me and smiled. We drove on. Now that it was all settled and we were on our way to the guy's apartment, I began to relax just a little. "Did the porno turn you one?" the guy asked, seeming to have no more hesitation. I paused, not sure of myself, but then said, "yes, very much." "Of course it did, it's just what you want, isn't it," he said with a grin. We drove on in silence for a few minutes, then he asked, "have you ever had three guys at once?" he laughed - the porno pictures had all been of foursomes with three guys and one girl. I answered in the negative. "Two perhaps?" he then suggested questioningly. "Well sort of," I answered proudly. "One time I had a guy on either side and I was kissing them in turn while they were .... um.... touching me. "Touching your cunt?" he asked, wanting all of the sordid details and using that crude word that men like to use. "You would have like that," he laughed. I was certainly starting to relax a lot more, and I laughed with him, and said, "yes." "Would you like to have three guys at the same time .... doing everything that is?" the guy eagerly asked. "Gosh!" was all I said in reply. He must have taken that as a positive response, because he asked, "would you like it now ..... I can get some of my friends to come over?" "Really!" I gasped in shock and amazement at the suggestion. At no stage had I agreed to this new proposal, and yet he told me to get his phone from the bag on the back seat. My heart was pounding again. I undid the seat belt and leaned over to the back seat to get his phone. I knew that by doing this I was wantonly giving my consent. "Hi Doug, I've got that young chick from the bus stop that I was telling you about." There was a pause while he listened to what his friend on the other end of the line had to say. "Yeh, she's so fucking hot for it. I'll phone some of the other guys .................... good, ............. definitely ................ I don't know, just a minute." "How old are you Sweetheart?" he asked me with a grin. I told him, and he repeated it into the phone: "only just turned eighteen .......... yeh, absolutely ........... ok, see you in twenty minutes," and he ended the call. There was another similar call to someone called Pete. "What about one more guy?" He asked "do you think that you could handle four of us?" I didn't really say yes, but then I didn't say no either, and in a moment the guy was talking to someone called Sam, and was telling him to come and fuck me also. Driving along, I began to think more realistically about what was going on. I felt confident about this guy, but the others that he had phoned, could be anything - sadists, murderers, who knows. It was not until the car turned into the garage of a block of units, that I expressed my feelings. "I've changed my mind. I don't want to do this," I blurted out. "The hell you have," the guy exclaimed. I told him that I was ok with him, but the thought of his friends was making me nervous. He assured me that they were all very decent guys and that I'd be perfectly safe with them all. He told me that they'd already be here and waiting, and that there was no way that I could back out now. In the end I nervously got out of the car, and rode in the elevator to the seventh floor with him. We entered the apartment, my heart beating wildly. There was a small entrance passage that ran past a kitchen area and across to the living area where three guys were watching a porno video. They all turned eagerly as we entered. "Hello Baby," two of them said as we entered. They all looked ok, well dressed and nice enough looking, although all in about their fifties. "We're just looking at what you might like," one of them laughingly went on to say, indicating the porno video which at that moment showed a girl being fucked mouth and pussy at the same time. "She's just a little bit nervous at the moment," the guy who had brought me told them. "You can tell just by looking at her that she's so fucking hot though." The guys had all gotten up and had gathered around me. "The bedroom's this way," one of them suggested as he gently took my hand and led me in that direction. We all went in and he began unbuttoning my blouse. One of the others came forward and undid the button at the side of my skirt, then unzipped me and slid my skirt down. I reached back and undid my bra. In a moment I was naked before them and they were all stripping. I looked at their cocks as they appeared; large and hard and lovely. I was so nervous. "Suck this baby, it'll help you to relax," the guy from the bus stop chuckled. I looked at his cock that he was holding in his hand, it was so hard and thick, the head of it so pronounced, it was so beautiful. I squatted down and took it lightly in my own hand, thrilling at the sight. Leaning forward I parted my lips slightly and pressed them against the end of it, then pushing forward I allowed the guy's lovely cock to slowly ease between my lips and enter my mouth. I sucked lovingly on his cock, slowly easing it in and out of my mouth, pressing my tongue slightly forward over my teeth, and licking lovingly on the underside of his cock each time it pushed in. It was so wonderful. The other guys certainly wanted to use me as well, and I was pulled to my feet, but still continued to suck on the guy's lovely cock as I felt hands grasping my hips. A hard cock probed at my pussy and then pushed right the way up me and begin fucking me vigorously. While I was sucking cock and being fucked at the same time, the other two men mauled my breasts and slid their hands over my body. "Come on, share the slut with us," I heard one of them say as they moved close to my head. The wonderful cock that I was so enthusiastically sucking, was pulled from my mouth, giving a slurp as it slid from between my lips. A different cock, as equally hard and lovely, swung in front of my eyes. I took it in my fingers and opening my mouth, gulped it in and began sucking it deeply. The thought of having gone straight from sucking one cock onto another, and all the time being fucked, was just so wonderfully sexy, so wonderfully immoral and shamelessly lewd - I loved it. The third guy, standing close, was not to be denied, and soon I was sucking him in turn, then I began sucking from one, to the next, and to the next. I noticed that the guy fucking me from behind, had slowed up and made frequent stops with his cock buried deeply in my oh so slippery pussy. It was all sheer heaven for me. Soon there was a variation to this wonderful game, and the men began to rotate between each fucking me in turn, and then taking their cock, all slimy with my juices mixed with the cum dribble of their cock, straight from fucking my pussy to fucking my mouth while the next one in turn, took over fucking my pussy. Oh my God! it was all so wonderful and like nothing I'd, at that stage, ever experienced - indeed my only experience of group sex had been what I'd mentioned to the guy when we were driving to his house. "Let's sandwich the slut," it was suggested. I had no idea what this was, but I was enthusiastic to do it whatever it was. "Do you take it up your ass? I was asked. I stammered that I hadn't done that, taken by surprise at the suggestion, . Of course she hasn't," one of the guys laughingly said to his friend, "she's only just turned eighteen remember." They all took great interest in seeing how I'd go being fucked up my backside. My hole was well greased and one of the guys stroked the same lubricant onto his beautiful cock. I then, at their bidding, stood next to the bed, with my legs slightly apart, and leaned right forward onto the bed. I felt his cock pressing against my hole. He had to press really hard but then all of a sudden I felt myself open up and the head of his cock actually entered my bottom. "Yes, there it goes!" the men all laughed as the cock violated my anal virginity. I felt the cock pushing into me. It was tight and didn't hurt, but began to feel uncomfortable when he had his cock pushed right the way up into me; his cock was very large, and I suppose that my intestine was being stretched to accommodate him. The guy began to ease his cock in and out of me, and soon I must have stretched a bit because it became easier and I began to enjoy it. Anyhow, I was soon made to get on the bed, and while the guy lay back holding his rigid cock upright, I was told to sit down on it so that it went right the way up into my backside. Being next laid back on top of the guy, with the cock still deep within my bottom, another guy climbed between my legs and began fucking my pussy. At the same time a third of the men presented his cock to my mouth, and I knew just what being sandwiched meant. It was so, so wonderful. The perverted fun went on and on and on. I'd lost all sense of time, and it wasn't until later when we'd finished, that I learned that we'd been playing for almost three hours. It was all so wonderful. When I'd fucked with boys of my age, the fucking had been over in a matter of five or ten minutes, and here were these men going on for hours. At one stage during the incredible fucking, sucking, feeling, probing, exploring of my body, and of me being heaved this way and that on the bed so that so many perverted things could be done to me, one of the guys laughingly joked to his friends, that, "we're ruining this young bitch you know - she'll never be happy with a normal sex life after this." They all laughed at his comment, and one of them said, "who fucking cares if she's ruined." I then added to the fun by exclaiming, "and who wants a normal sex like when I can have this." Eventually, the guys decided to "finish me off" and they took it in turns to fill me with their cum while the others watched. One chose to simply fuck me and fill my pussy with his cum, two of the others had me suck them until their cum filled my mouth, and the fourth one had me suck him but at the last minute he pulled his cock from my mouth and stroked his nearly exploding cock so that his cum spurted out all over my face. Never in my wildest fantasies, had I imagined that there could be anything so wonderful as this day had turned out to be. "I'll pick you up at the bus stop tomorrow," my new friend told me as he dropped me off near to my home. I'd told him not to take me right to the house, because I didn't want Mum and Dad seeing me getting out of the car and asking questions.
Introduction: I had a stroke that paralized my left side and I had never thought that I was going to be saying to that I had a gay event I was so straight and I had a steady girlfriend and this black cock fever is real and I was out of control and I could not stop myself My straight sex I am Bruce's girlfreind and I got up and went straight over to see Bruce. I just drove over to the nursing home where Bruce was at To have sex with Bruce right here now at the imperial Heathcare center was my intention for 100 days without sex is way too long for right now I am very horny Bruce was in his room sitting in his wheelchair next to his bed.when I walked in to Bruce's room and closed to door to Bruce's room I said, "Hi there Bruce said, "Hi baby Bruce was sitting in his wheelchair when we came into the room. I bent over and i we kissed each other on lips. And you opened your mouth alitte and i put the tip of my tongue up against yours and you and I started to french kiss I had Bruce stand up as I took we kissed I took your clothes off...With you now standing the naked, I could see that Bruce got turned on by all of this hugging and kissing and it turned me on too. Bruce cock had gotten hard and stuck straight about 7 inches I had took clothesr off, and I was now standing there naked, I carressed your ass as you put your right hand down over my pussy and rubbed up against my pussy. I put some lubrication on the 7 inch cut cock and I stroked it up and down to the base while Bruce rubbing my pussy. I really started moaning and that let Bruce know that it i was really get turned on I lead Bruce by his hand to the side of the bed.. When I have you facing the bed, I sat on the bed face you as I put my right hand and wrapped my fingers around the 2;inch girth of Bruce's really hard cock i lay back down on the bed You put the cock head up against my exposed pussy as I raised the bed up to the right height . With one push forward, you pushed the head of his cock into open pussy past my himan Bruce stopped and held the mushroom shape head of his cock right there for a moment Bruce pushed his 7 inch cock into my pussy one inch then backed it back out to where only the tip of cock is touching the outside of my pussy. Putting hands on my hips, Bruce starts to move the cock in and out of my pussy and in a fucking motion Bruce cock goes deeper and deeper Bruce's balls are patting my asshole Faster and faster Bruce fucked my pussy like a machine Bruce move around the bed to where my head hung over the edge of your bed. You put one of your fingers into your mouth and right away I started to suck on your icked my fingers as you pushed 2 fingers in and out of your mouth Bruce moves over to my open mouth and pushed the tip of his cut cock up against my open mouth.. With my mouth partly open Bruce put his hand around his, 2 inch by 7 inch cock and guided the head up against my lips... I sucked the head of Bruce cock in my mouth and started to go down on it as much as I could. Using my tongue I licked the hard cock up and down. I licked yourcock up and down, I put my lips around the head and really sucked. With both of your hands on the back of my head you pulled my mouth down to the base and held my mouth as Bruce started to cum into my closed mouth around his vercock as Bruce filled my with cum I swallowed ++++++±+++++++++ My first black cock gay event My nurse Lisa said that that her brother has a friend that new me when I was I prison and she told me that I have black cock feaver is what he brother told her and she told me that we will find out tonight After the night medicine she came into my room and with Kenny she she pulled back the curtains on her uncle Billy and once she got Billy naked Lisa stepped back as I moved over to Billy and with out thinking all I wanted him was more and I moved over and I pulled back the blanket on him and I reach into his diaper and pulled his cock with my fingers. With Billy's 9 inch black cock is now out in the open.. I comes over to Billy and sat down on Billy's bed and got down on Billy and positioned my mouth and face in his lap were his semi hard cock was as right the cut mushrooms was staring me right into my face.. I paused there and looked up at Billy and looked him right into his eyes I am now lined up with Billies cock with my mouth and in a moment I lean toward and I head of Billy's cock pops up in to my mouth and with I then puts my right open hand and fingers around Billy cock My head and mouth goesdown onto Billy's now hard black 8 inch cock Bill put his hands on the back of my head and slowly guided his cock in and out of my mouth and down my throat Loudly I sucked and slurped Billy cock in and out of his mouth With my mouth and tongue I works Billy cock in and out of his mouth. As Billy pushed my head down harder his hard 9 inch cock pulled up on Billy's balls trying to get more of Billy's down his throat. I moaned with Billy By doing that I was able to get more of billy's cock to go in and out and down my throat Billy tells me that he going to cum..and right then with i help Billy's pushed his cock all the way down my throat.. Holding on I could feel Billy cum and cum straight down my throat into my stomach… With my mouth and closed lips around Billy's cock Billy cam and cam as I with all might swallow and sucked on all the cum out of his cock and it started to get smaller and i let it fall out of my mouth and the nurse Lisa walked in and stood me up and covered Billy naked front with a hospital gown.. and then Lisa the opened the door to the room with Kenny and they had all my stuff and Kenny put me I bed next to Billy and Lisat took me to my new bed and I sat down as the Kenny came over to me and put me back in my bed Lisa told me that I was now there bitch and we will get you when ever we want and for the next 4 years they used my addition and this was our little secret for we never let anyone else know My dick was still very hard and Lisa put a lub in my hand and watching me play with my dick until I cam all over my hand and she had me put a grown on and I layed down in my bed as nurse Lisa turned to light out and left our room ++++++++++++++ BruceAfter being home for 2 years I got hurt on March 18 and once I got sent back the nurse home that I was at before and right after I got lead to my new room Lisa and Kenny come to my room and put me in a new wheelchair and push me to the room that Billy was still in for he never left and when I came into the room Lisa tells Billy that I was back Carl was now Billy room mate and Kenny had me stand up and take off all my clothes and Lisa took off Billy clothes and set him back down on his bed naked I moved over like I was in a trance and I got up on the bed and with my right I put my fingers around Billy's cock and slowly strokedit up and down until it got really hard and in one motion I sucked one of Billy's balls in my mouth, I massaged it using my tongue. Billy moans, "MMMMMMMM.." Billy's cock got bigger and harder as I suck first the right ball in an out of my mouth I sucked the left ball in and out of my mouth.. Billy's cock is as hard as a rock and was now sticking straight up. Kenny put Billy's legs back down and when he did the head of Billy's 9 inch cock went right into my mouth.. Kenny could see that I really liked to suck cock and he smiled as he said, "you are from now on Billy's personal cocksucker. " I sucked more of his 9 inch cock into my mouth as Billy's cock filled my mouth, Billy moaned out load for Billy really like me sucking his cock as much as i really like sucking his cock. As I sucked up and down on Billy's 9 inch cock more and more of it went down my throat.. I cupped Billy's balls in my left hand as i pulled up on his ball as I sucked Billy's full cock to his balls that pressed softy against my chin. The smell of a black man was so intoxicating to me, In my mind my only thoughts are that I really had to have more of that black cock. In and out of my hungry mouth I licked, sucked and slurped on Billy's hard cock. With my head bobbing up and down Billy pushes my head down as he shot his first to loads of his come into my stomach. I hoped I could taste his come. Billy let up on the pressure his hands hand on my head, I pulled his cock into my mouth as Billy came I swallowed and sucked and slurped. I loved the taste of black come and his most, I sucked and sucked as Billy came two more times. I swallow everything when Billy was done I licked and sucked his cock out of my mouth.. Kenny said, "WOW,WOW,YOU ARE GOOD.." I said, "Yes.." I got up and sat on the edge of my bed as Kenny rolled my wheel chair up and naked I sat down in my chair as Lisa and Kenny made me stand the bathroom bent over with my whole ass exposed Carl who resides in the room and sat up in his bed naked and was stroking his 8 inch black cock as Kenny Kenny said, "Carl wants to watch also and Carl is going to stay there." I said, "Yes sir.. Naked Kenny gets behind my ass and started to dry fuck my ass Kenny stepped out of his shoes as I untied the waists band of his green scrub pants. I pulled them down over his knees and let them fall to the floor. He has nice legs, dark chocolate smooth and firm. I turn around to face Kenny and with out any hesitation I get back on my knees And looking up at Kenny, he pulled he underwear down and let them fall to the floor around his feet.. In anticipation of his long black cock coming free from his underwear, I got on my knees. When his 10 inch, cut black cock swung down from between his legs, I caught the mushroom shaped head in my open mouth and sucked it into my mouth. I suck his cock in and out as I cupped his balls in my right hand. As I sucked, licked his cock in and out of my mouth and throat, Kenny's cock got bigger and bigger until his hard cock was fucking my throat. His hard cock is going in and out of my mouth when he pulled his cock out. Kenny stood my up and turned me towards the bed. Kenny put the head of his hard cock up against my asshole as he bent me over the bed. He points the head at my asshole and pushed. From my saliva being all over his hard cock, his cock slide in past my asshole and into my rectum. Slowly he pulled his cock out and with one thrust his hard cock in deeper. This felt so good, Kenny full 10 inch cock going in and out of my ass. Kenny said, "Focus on each inch of my cock go in and out of your asshole." I tried really hard to focus and tighten my ass muscles around his hard cock.. Kenny started to fuck my ass faster and harder as I moved my ass to meet his thrust, I moaned and moaned in complete pleasure. Kenny said, "I am going to come.." He pushed his cock all the way in and held it in my stomach as he shot load after load of his hot come into my ass. I could feel the rush of warmth as his come fill my ass.. 4 times he came and when he pulled his 10 inch cock out of my asshole, Carl handed Kenny an 8 inch butt plug. Kenny pointed the tip of the butt plug up against my asshole and pushed it all the into my ass.. Kenny said, "You keep this in your ass and hold all my come.." I got up off my bed and got back on my knees. I took Kenny's softening mushroom shaped head into my wet mouth. I sucked and licked the taste of his come and my ass off of his cock. As Kenny dressed, he put a diaper tightly up against the base of the butt plug. This spread my ass cheeks so the butt plug would stay in and not leak out any of Kennys cum You see, Billy wanted me to drink his piss. By me doing that and swallowing his piss all down I would be marking myself as his bitch forever. As Billy pulled his 9 inch cock out of the diaper, I opened my mouth and sucked the head of cock into my mouth.. I sucked and sucked until his piss filled my mouth.. I swallowed and swallowed trying not to spill any of his piss as he pissed. He stopped pissing and his 9 inch cock was hard so I sucked his cock down my throat, Billy pushed my head down onto his cock. Lisa walks back in the room as Billy shot his second load of come into my mouth, I really liked the taste of his come, as I sucked and swallowed all of his come down my throat. Lisa helped me get up Kenny put me back in my wheel chair as Lisa got Billy dressed and put him into his bed. I sat on the edge of my bed and looked up at Kenny and smiled as he left my room.
Introduction: If you like it, there could be a part 2... Please leave comments ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --------- Cindy had dressed very carefully and thoughtfully this morning. She was flying to Vegas to meet up with her husband Bill who had been there on business all week. She couldn't wait to see him the week seemed to have lasted forever and she was as horny as she had ever been. So today she had picked out a pink lace thong with matching bra, pink high heel strapy sandals and a short baby doll flowered dress. She knew Bill would want to touch her pussy the minute she got into the town car at the airport so with the dress she would be ready. Looking at herself now in the mirror with her long blond hair reaching to the middle of her back, bangs that framed her large blue eyes, long legs the as Bill would say went on forever she thought she was ready. Now Cindy was standing in line at security, she had decided to carry on her bag so they would not have to waste time waiting for it. The line was so long it seemed to be taking forever. Cindy notice the woman behind the x-ray machine, she was surprisingly good looking. It had always been her experience airport security personnel were the most unattractive, but her was this beautiful brunette with shocking green eyes, large breast that strained against the fabric of her uniform. The male security guard working the line with her was also very attractive tall, tanned skin, brown hair well muscled arms. Boy it had been too long since she had been laid here she was having sex fantasies about airport security. Finally, she put her bag up on the conveyor belt. Slipping out of her sandals she stepped through the metal detector. Walking past the women behind the x-ray machine she glanced over and saw that she was looking at her and gave her a little smile Cindy smiled back saying "Hi". Then the woman's eyes went back to the screen and then she got a little bit of a surprised expression on her face. She turned to the good looking guard and said "Dan could you step over her a minute?" Dan walked over and she indicated the screen and then pointed at Cindy. Smiling Dan approached Cindy and said "Mame, I will need you to come with me." And the female guard said "Bill could you take over here for me?" and follow Cindy and the male guard Dan pulling Cindy's suitcase behind her. The female guard which Cindy saw her name was Shelly from her name tag opened a door and told Cindy "Step right in her Miss" "Is there something wrong? I really don't want to miss my flight" Cindy said. "Just come inside and everything will be explained." Cindy walked into the room which looked like and interrogation room you see on cop shows, with a table and metal chairs and a one way glass window on one wall. Only Shelly followed Cindy into the room she was not sure where Dan had gone maybe back to his station, but he had not joined them in the room. When they got inside the room and Cindy turned to face the guard she thought "Did she unbutton a few buttons on her blouse because now Cindy could see lots of cleavage and a black lace bra. No it must just be her imagination. "The reason I pulled you out of line Mame is that I saw some suspicious items in your luggage and would like your permission to search your bag" Shelly said. "No problem" Cindy said "I am not sure what you saw, but I can tell you there is nothing dangerous in my bag" Shelly unzipped the bag and started to remove Cindy's clothes that is when Cindy remembered the other items she had pack and could feel her checks flush red. First Shelly pulled out her beaver vibrator, that was followed by a bag with her butt plug and lube, then out came the strap-on dildo. "So, Mame you can see why I would ask you to step aside with me" Shelly said. "First off my name is Cindy calling me Mame makes me feel like and old woman" Cindy said. "And no I am not sure why these items would be of interest to you, so I am a woman with a healthy sexual appetite so what' Cindy said. "Well, Cindy I think in light of what I see here I have probable cause to search your person" Shelly said with a smile. 'I am going to need you to disrobe" Shelly said. "What you have to be kidding" Cindy said. "No Cindy I never joke about security issues" Shelly said with a very straight face. Cindy sat down to take off her shoes, but Shelly stopped her saying "Keep those on, start with your dress please" So Cindy stood up and pulled her dress up and over her head. Her blond hair fell down her back as she pulled the dress off. Her nipples were instantly hard due to the chill in the room. 'Nice" she thought she heard Shelly whisper, but when she asked "Pardon me?" Shelly just said her I'll take that reaching for her dress. Cindy handed her the dress and Shelly instructed "Now I need to you face the window with you hands against the glass'. Turning around to face her Cindy asked 'Is this really necessary?" and thought she caught a devilish smile on Shelly's face. 'Cindy please just face the wall the sooner we complete this search the quicker you can be on your way" Shelly said. Cindy was beginning to suspect that there was more going on here that Shelly had some type of motive for all this, but just wasn't sure what it could be. So Cindy turned and faced the mirrored window with her hands pressed against it. Shelly walked up behind Cindy starting at her wrist she slowly started to slid both hands down her arms. Not really like feeling for something it seemed more like a caress, but that would be weird right it was just Cindy's imagination working overtime since she had been without for the week. Then she came to Cindy's shoulders and she moved her hands to Cindy's breast running her hands over her bra, slidding fingers up under the edges of the bra and then she seemed to linger and squeeze her breast slightly. Don't get me wrong it felt nice, but I still didn't now where this was going until Shelly reached forward and unclasp my bra quickly pulling the cups away to expose my D-cup breasts and that is when it all made sense. It was as if she was revealing my breast to someone and while Shelly's eyes had been locked on mine in my reflection I realized that Dan the male guard must be on the other side of this mirror. Dan was there he had been watching the entire time. Damn he was kicking himself now for taking the little red-head last week she had only given him a hand-job and let him spray his cum all over her tits, but this one seemed like she might like to play he and Shelly's little game. See every so often they would pull a flyer out of security and bring them back here. Most people you could tell if they were willing to play along or if you just searched and released. When Shelly had seen the sex toys in her suitcase they were pretty sure she was up for games and looking at her knowing expression through the glass Dan thought she might have figured it out, but as Cindy smiled at him almost as if she was seeing him he knew he wished that he was the doer and not the watcher this time. His cock was already rock hard and he was sure sooner than later he would need to start stroking it before it exploded. Cindy smiled into the mirror thinking okay I'll play along so as Shelley started to fondle her breast she allowed is even enjoyed it. Shelly was happy with the response she was getting so she pinched both nipples then releasing both breast slid her hands down and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Cindy's thong sliding them down her legs Shelly could smell the familiar smell of pussy, juice pussy and then she knew Cindy was a willing participant. "So Officer Shelley what do you need me to do now?" Cindy asked turning to face Shelly. "Well we will need to start with a cavity search for any dangerous items you might have hidden" Shelley said as she snapped on a rubber glove 'We will start with the anal cavity so I will need you to bend over with your hands on the table" So Cindy did she loved taking it up the ass so she knew she would enjoy this. Shelly squirted a small amount of lube on her gloved finger and came behind Cindy. Ensuring she did not block Dan's view through the window Shelly stepped to the side and gently slid her middle finger all the way up Cindy's ass. She slowly slid the finger in and out without any protest from Cindy, Shelly even thought she was enjoying it and that was confirmed when Cindy said "Slid in a second finger" Shelly couldn't believe they had gotten so lucky, poor Dan he just insisted on taking that little red-head last week or he would be in here right now and she would only be able to watch. So she worked a second finger up Cindy's ass and now Cindy was pressing back against her hand encouraging her to finger fuck her ass so she went for it pumping her fingers in and out of her ass. Then Shelly pulled out her fingers and Cindy said "Now what officer Shelly" "Well I will need to check inside your vaginal cavity" Shelly said. "Sit up here on the table with your feet resting on the chair backs" So Cindy climbed on the table and with her feet on the chair backs it seemed like a trip to the OB-GYN. Looking into the mirror she slid a finger in her pussy then into her mouth making sure Dan was enjoying the show. Shelly pulled a chair over between Cindy's legs, taking off her gloves she brought her hand to Cindy's pussy. Taking two finger she slid them deep into Cindy's pussy pushing farther and farther. "Do you find anything you like in there?" Cindy asked. "I think I need a closer look" Shelly said sitting down in the chair. Shelly first started with a lick from her asshole to her clit very slowly which made a low moan escape Cindy's lips. Then she went to work on her pussy licking, sucking fucking her with her tongue. Then she started paying more attention to her clit flicking it with her tongue gently biting it. Cindy handed her the vibrator and said "here fuck me with this while you lick my clit" so Shelly did just as she was told slidding the big rubber shaft up her cunt while she licked and sucked on her clit. "Oh fuck I am so close to cumming please don't stop" but Shelly did. "Please don't stop keep going" Cindy begged. Dan could not believe what he was seeing this woman was begging for it. Crap Shelly always got the good ones and now all he could do was stand here and stroke his cock while Shelly got to eat pussy. Shelly looked up and Cindy asking "how badly do you want to cum?" "So fucking bad" Cindy replied "I'll do anything" "Will you fuck me with that strapon when i finish you?" Shelly asked "yes, just please i really need to cum" Cindy said So Shelly went back to work sucking Cindy's clit while she fucked her with the vibrator she could tell Cindy was getting close because her pussy was really starting to grip the vibrator. "Oh yes I am going to fucking cum" Cindy screamed. 'Do it baby cum on my face" Shelly said as she pulled out the vibrator to really be able to get at Cindy's clit for the last few strokes, but what Shelly didn't know was the Cindy was a squirter and when she came it really did spray all over Shelly's face. "Oh fuck girl that was wonderful, sorry about the mess." Cindy said. Then standing up Cindy went over and picked up the strap-on dildo. Stepping into the harness she tightened the straps. "So are you going to lift up you skirt for me I want to take you from behind." Shelly went over and faced the mirrored glass she really wanted Dan to see as she unbuttoned her blouse and undid her bra so her breasts were free then slid down her skirt she was wearing no panties she never did which Dan already knew. Then Shelly walked over to the table and bent over. Cindy came up behind Shelly slidding a finger in her pussy saying "Oh nice and wet" Then aiming the head of the dildo at her pussy hole entered her. Cindy had done this before, she and Bill often had threesomes he loved to see her with other women and men for that matter. Now she was fucking Shelly reaching forward grabbing both her breast slamming into her again and again. Then reached one hand down and started to play with Shelly's clit as she fucked her. " ummm that feels good" Shelly moaned 'Keep that up and I'm going to cum" "That is the idea" Cindy said, but then Shelly started to feel bad that Dan was left of the other side of the glass and asked "Would you mind if Dan joined us?" "Sure Dan come over" Cindy said to the mirror and no sooner were the words out of her mouth than the door was opening and Dan was rushing in cock in hand. "Come over here Dan I think Shelly could at least finish you off with her mouth while I finish fucking her" Cindy said. So Shelly took Dan's cock into her mouth hungrily sucking in rhythm with the pumping she was taking from Cindy in her pussy. Dan knew he would not last long he had been so close before coming over so he said "Oh Shelly i think I am going to cum" "That's it Dan shoot her mouth full of your cum, but Shelly don't you swallow it" Cindy said. Cindy could tell Shelly was about to cum her body was starting to quiver. "Oh god" Dan said as he blasted he cum into Shelly's mouth and Shelly's body was now shaking with orgasm. Then Cindy pulled out of Shelly's pussy turning her around and kissing her full on the mouth their tongues twisting together both sharing the load of cum Dan had just deposited there. 'umm that tastes good" Cindy said. So are you both working on Sunday because I do believe my husband will be bringing back a load that you might need to search. They all three laughed and decided to get together then.
Introduction: SAMANTHA EWING is a Female J .R. The Three Aunts (Chapter 1) Inheritance and Betrayal Samantha Cherry Ewing was my real name (born illegitimate) but my stage name was Cherry Delicious. I was a twenty-two-year-old university graduate. I had a degree in Business Administration 'with distinction' and 'departmental honors in business administration'. But damn, even with my impressive academic honors, the economy made it impossible to find a job! I had been stripping for nearly two years, now. It was a well-paying job and I was good at it. I was 'very good' at it! Men liked blonde-headed, long-legged girls. I had an advantage over some of the other strippers in the Pussy Galore Club. Well, you might call it an advantage, but to be truthful, it was a birth defect which had affected my body for twenty-two years now. As with most females, I was born with no pubic hair. When I passed through puberty, my young female vagina refused to produce pubic hair. My legs and underarms grew no hair. Yet, my head grew an abundance of silky long curls. To this day I have hair only on my head. Lordy day, men love hairless pussy just like a child loves candy! Perhaps this love is a reminder of years past when the joys of sex were first discovered. Well, for whatever the reason, I was the biggest draw at Pussy Galore. I was averaging over a grand an evening in wages and tips. A backroom, private showing could net me an additional $5,000 a night. I was one 'hot number'! I knew it, my boss knew it, and my men knew it. Yet, not many people knew that my net worth was a cool one million dollars. My dad taught me how to play cards. He was a very good instructor and I was now an adept smoky-room card shark. Too bad my dad's talents and financial genius were now being wasted on drink and honkytonk women. Last month, I had petitioned the court to make myself Dad's guardian and power of attorney. I was granted these powers under the same conditions as he held them. Dad's $250 million dollar inheritance was held in a trust controlled by his three sisters. He could not touch a cent, beyond a small monthly allowance, without my three aunt's consent. At one time, my father, Samuel Ewing, was a big-shot force to be reckoned with in the state of Texas. As a wildcat oilman, Dad made and lost several oil fortunes. Yet, it was my grandfather, Samson Ewing, who had swindled Dad out of his last and greatest fortune. On his deathbed, Dad's dad had learned of a family secret which would have destroyed the family name. He bequeathed his (Dad's) fortune to Dad and his three sisters equally, with the sisters in charge. The billion dollar estate was stolen from Dad all because of a bit of reckless, youthful behavior. What was the oh-so-terrible secret that Dad had? I found out one dark and drunken night. I was a bit younger than I am now. Dad liked, or better 'loved', young pussy. Most men do. Dad tried to rape me! I guess I couldn't blame him because I was young and ripe! This was perhaps Dad's oldest addiction. He had raped each of his sisters, each in their turn. So, in the end, the three blackmailing bitches helped steal Dad's fortune; just because they could! (Chapter 2) She Devils' Secrets Speak of the she devils! In through the door of the strip club came, Aunt Agnes, Aunt Beatrice, and Aunt Clara. These Southern Belles of Texas had demeaned themselves so far as to be seen in a house of ill repute. These ladies were not dressed in finery, they wore no jewels, and they were accompanied by no security detail. So, I'll be damned, they were out on the town, wishing to be incognito, and also wanting to see some pussy at a pussy club! I was just finishing my pole dance and the crowd was going wild with applause, hoots, hollers, and cat-whistles. My three aunts were even joining in. Carl, one of our bouncers, came to me with a crisp one-hundred dollar bill and a message that the ladies near the stage would like to talk with me. Oh shit, it was my three aunts! Of course these women didn't know me from Adam or Eve. They had made no effort to meet their brother's bastard child. Dad had taken me to the horse races last year (I paid) where I had seen the haughty, beguiling, high & mighty daughters of Samson Ewing. Wealthy bitches they may be, but with Dad's guidance, he and I won a bit over $100,000 in cash. I sailed off the stripping stage and landed at the requesting table. My three aunts could see that I had not one stitch of clothing on; I had no bra to cover my 34D breasts and not even a G-string to hide my pulsating pussy. "May I help you, ladies?" I asked in a polite, cat-after-a-mouse voice. "My, my, aren't you a delicious young thing!" Aunt Agnes declared rhetorically. "Oh she is the most beautiful doll I've ever seen!" Aunt Beatrice agreed. "The young cunt looks good enough to eat!" Aunt Clara asserted. To say that I was surprised by the lady/lesbian words would be an understatement. These oh-so-proper women were secretive perverts. Hell, not that I minded; some of best paying voyeurs were lesbian women and older aged girls! I decided that this unexpected encounter with my three aunts might somehow work to my advantage. Aunt Agnes laid a $100 greenback bill on the table. Aunt Beatrice and Aunt Clara each did the same. Aunt Agnes spoke for the trio, "Sweetie, these bills are yours if you will spread your puffy pussy lips apart and show us your clitoris." It was a fair offer. But damnit, when had any of these three aunts ever been fair to my dad! "Sorry, but my going rate is $1,000…each" I said in a mercenary tone. Three thousand dollars appeared on the table. I suppose money grew on trees for these women. In accordance with our agreement, I spread my vaginal folds and revealed my clit. It wasn't yet stiffened or wet. "Finger it and make it swell, and then get some juice from your hole and make that sweet piece of meat wet," ordered Aunt Agnes. I wasn't exactly in shock, but I didn't move. My hesitation was taken as a demand for additional money. Another $3,000 was laid on the table. In response, I began fingering my meaty clit. I drew moisture from my pussy and coated my clit making it swell into an erect, hot, wet vaginal protrusion. "How much to touch it?" echoing voices queried. Dare I do it, dare I say it, and dare I charge it! "Ten grand…each!" I insisted. I thanked goodness my three aunts' table was near a corner in the smoke-filled room. A quick glance revealed that this table was not being observed. A pretty Asian girl called "Kimmy Kat" was nude pole dancing. I wouldn't have believed that any women would go out in public with that much spending money. Yet, $30,000 in cash was dug out of purses and pushed towards me. Another $20,000 joined it. "That's for fingering your hole!" stipulated Aunt Clara. My body stood frozen (like the movie) while the evil queens began touching, and playing with my clit. I felt the fingers of Dad's wicked sisters finger-fucking my vagina. As rhythmic carnal desires increased in tempo, shy Aunt Beatrice spoke for the hard-breathing trio, "Is there a place we can go and suck you? We will double the money on the table!" I think it was Kenny Rogers who sang "you never count your money while sitting at the table." Yet the business woman in me counted every cent. The total, so far, was $56,000. By doubling that figure I would have $112,000 by the end of this. It was not my highest nightly total, but it was close. Whispering for my three aunts to follow, I led them to a small back bedroom. It was an immaculately clean pink and white copy of a teen girl's room. Hoping to get this ordeal over with soon, I hopped onto the fluffy, oversized bed. I was already naked, but my three aunts were dressed. They quickly rectified the situation. The three women were in their upper-thirties in age. They undressed and I was surprised by the well-toned bodies I saw. I was not a whore! I very rarely spent any paid sex time with a man…and even more rarely with a woman. I love sex, yet by my definition I was not a whore. If I were to be truthful with myself, I guess I should say I was a borderline whore in the very least. My three nude aunts jumped into bed with me. Each in their turn by age and alphabet sucked my clit. Oh did they suck. As a starving calf suckled a tit-full of its mother cow's milk, these women suckled my clit and invaded my vagina with their fingers and tongues. I didn't want to do it, but I was close to cumming. I hated my three aunts yet I loved the money they could give me. Money, money, money repeated in my mind. Over one hundred grand was mine to keep. Money, money, money, oh god I began cumming, cumming, cumming! My spraying female cum squirted and spurted into the face of the cunt aunt who happened to be sucking my clit. Opening my eyes just for a second, I saw that it was Aunt Agnes who was suckling, licking, and lapping all my female juices. Oh shit, it would be her; it would be the biggest bitch of the bunch! "Do us now, Sweetheart," Aunt Agnes pleaded. "We will double our money again!" Oh my god, double would make my night's take be $224.000! Yet, could I do it? Could I suck my three aunts' cunts? For that kind of money, I would, I could, and I did. They really weren't all that old as ladies go. They were clean and their vaginas were wet and slippery. I took each one after the other. They were already hot and horny so it didn't take long to make them cum. They each screamed and writhed on the bed while glorious orgasms made them content. (Chapter 3) The Rancher's Charm True to their word, my three aunts paid their due. My net worth was increased by $224,000 cash money. I had been preparing myself for betrayal or theft, yet neither happened. I supposed that the three ladies might have hopes for another visit to see me. After I showered and dressed in some highfalutin street cloths, I exited the strip club and walked down the street. The time was a bit after midnight. I ran into a man, an old time card-playing acquaintance. He was one of your stereotypical Texans complete with a Stetson hat and Justin boots. "Hey Sam," my card-playing, big-time rancher friend said. "Whoopee, ain't you dressed to kill! Clear the streets folks 'cause the sexiest lady in Texas' is on the prowl!" Friends such as this man called me "Sam" as short for Samantha and as an honor to my father. "Now Reece Thompson, you quit that flirting," I said in pretend indignation. "You are old enough to be my…" "Bedmate!" Reece exclaimed. "How about it, Sam? Throw me a bone. Give an old fella a 'mercy' fuck?" Old fella? Well, I reckon that Reece was about sixty. He was a very distinguished looking man sort of like the J. R. Ewing character. Reece was just as rich and powerful as the wealthiest Ewing. He could buy all the pussy and fucks he wanted. Yet, Reece wanted me; for free! In truth, I was honored. After being with my three aunts, I was the one needing a mercy fuck by a man. Many a ruthless word had been said about Reece Thompson, yet no one had ever questioned his manhood. "Sure Reece, I'll throw you a bone…if you'll throw me a good-sized boner," I teased. Reece owned one of the most expensive penthouse suites in the city. I was very impressed by the apartment and the man, so much so that I bypassed the bar and the living room. I needed no small-talk. I found the bedroom and led my lion to his lair. I was a professional stripper, yet for some reason, I wanted to slowly undress as a lover would for her love. Reece caught and held his breath several times. I smiled, went to him, and unhurriedly removed his clothing. After looking at three cunts, Reece's large cock was like a drink of cold water on a hot Texas day. I dropped to my knees and attempted to drink from the over-sized spigot. No cold drink came from this faucet. Reece's cock was so hot that the heft and length burned my lips, mouth, and throat. But, oh what joy I had giving this man's cock pleasure and myself joy. There is a dilemma a woman faces when giving a blowjob to a very young man or an older gentleman; these men are easily excitable, therefore, if a cocksucking woman is not careful, these men can release their cum too soon. I suppose I was lucky that Reece had held onto his juices while I kissed, and licked, and bit, and sucked his meaty erection for so long. Not wanting to push my luck, I pulled the stiffened penile rod out of my mouth. I stood, and then rapidly moved, and then climbed into the king-sized bed slipping in under a silk coverlet. Reece voiced disapproval, "Hell Samantha Ewing! You're not lying in my bed all covered up!" The infuriated man jerked the silk coverlet down to the foot of the bed. I was lying on my stomach. Reece smacked my ass repeatedly and then he commanded, "Sam, turn over so I can enjoy the view of your hairless pussy!" I did as I was told even though my ass was stinging like fire. Reece climbed in bed and began fingering and kissing my pussy. I was so glad that I had taken a scrub bath before going out for the night. I was giving this man a fresh, yet female smelling and tasting vagina. Reece kissed the valleys between my upper thighs and my pussy. He kissed my twin swollen, split pussy halves. I swooned with passion as my pussy lips were spread and a man's tongue licked my clit. He licked, and licked, and then licked more as my lusts grew evermore hot-blooded and demanding. When Reece's mouth sucked my clit, I cried tears of joy. His tongue explored the depths of the pathway to my uterus and womb causing me to scream, "Oh God Reece Thompson, please fuck me, please fuck me now!" This rancher man mounted me in a way that one of his prized Herford bulls would mount a champion heifer. Reece's huge cock kissed my pussy wings and went on into my steaming wet penile receptacle. Cockflesh poked my vagina in a circular motion, in a slow rhythmic speed, and then in a faster tempo. I was going crazy and needed orgasmic relief. Reece's lips kissed my face, his hands played with my breasts, and his cock fucked me faster and faster. My orgasmic relief began. I screamed, I whimpered, and I cried as orgasm after orgasm consumed my very soul with blazing fires. I laid in bed with this man for an entire hour. There is a saying in South for an older man like Reece; "he is not too old to cut the mustard!" His fucking was as good, or better, as any I'd ever had. I lay with him in the smoldering afterglow of extreme passion. (Chapter 4) The Card Game Out of the blue, Reece asked, "Up for a card game?" "I am," was my answer. We two bathed and dressed. Soon we were in Reece's limo heading for a high stakes card game. In the dingy basement of the "Old Dixie Hotel" we found a private game of luck already in full swing. "How's it hanging," Reece was asked. "That's a mighty fine piece of Eye-Candy you are sporting on your arm!" "Hey Sam," a raspy voice asked. "What are you doing on the arms of that old reprobate?" "Boys, I came to play cards and Reece gave me a ride," I replied. "Think you can handle me?" The dealer, a local banker, allowed his head to drop. He muttered, "Regretfully Sam, the buy in for this game is one-hundred thousand dollars. That may be a little steep for you!" More than one man offered to loan me the money. Peter, my attorney, offered; Brad, my stockbroker, offered; and Carlton, my banker, offered. Gentleman Reece offered to give me the money. When I pulled the $100,000 out of my purse, every eye in the room rose in surprise. This was one of the key moments in my life. Not many twenty-two-year-old young women could so cavalierly pull a small fortune out of their purse. I suppose the daughters of the multimillionaires card players setting here at the table could pull out the money; unless they had already spent it on expensive jewelry or fancy doodads. Card playing resumed. By 3:00 AM, a pot of more than $1,000,000 was on the card table. My original $100,000 was part of the pot plus another $200,000 I had previously won. The rules we were playing by were 'table' stakes. If you could not match a raise, then you lost. I raised $100,000. This was a bold move for an innocent-looking young woman to be making. Of course no one man at the table believed that I was innocent. The men knew that I good reason for bluffing. I had not one cent on the table before me! If you cannot back up a bet in this game, you lost. Yet, if I took the pot, I wouldn't have to back up my bet. In order to further confuse my opponents I goaded, "Do you feel lucky punks, well DO YOU?" My manly opponents dropped out one by one. I heard whispered comments; "Hell, the bitch just might have it! I fold."; "Shit, I just came from the strip club and I know she doesn't make that much money! I fold"; "She's got it, but does she have it with her is the question! I fold."; "I don't care much either way but I wouldn't put it past her to have another hundred grand in her purse! I fold." So, without backing my bet or showing my cards, I won the million dollar pot. Reece, Brad, and Peter asked in unison, "Could you back it up?" "That's for me to know and you to find out," I teasingly replied. Carlton, my banker asked me no questions. He knew that I already had one million dollars in his bank. He was not surprised by my winning of another million. Carlton inquired, "Sam, I have a couple of armed bodyguards, would you like for us to escort you and the money down to the bank?" My answer was a quick "Yes." I scooped the million into my purse and off we went. The remaining men were burning with curiosity as to whether or not I had left a winning hand on the table. They broke one of the cardinal rules of card playing. Just before Carlton and I exited the room, one man asked for all, "Sam, may we look at your hand?" I scowled, yet I gave an affirmative answer. My card hand was turned over showing a 2 of clubs, a 4 of hearts, a 10 of spades, a 3 of diamonds, and a 9 of clubs. It was shit; it was a bluff, it was a goddamned ball-buster! And, every man knew it. The sting of defeat burned painfully. Carlton and his guards escorted me to the bank. The banker added my million to my account. I kept my other $124,000 as walking-around money. As I pocketed my deposit slip, Carlton slipped his arm around my waist. The bank clock read 4:25 AM. My banker and friend raised the hem of my skirt all the way up to my bellybutton. My panties were still soaking back at Reece's penthouse. Carlton found no impediment when his groping hands closed over my pussy mound. His breathing became labored as he lay his cock against the crack of my ass. The horny financier walked me over to his paper-covered private desk and bent me over it. Without asking for permission, consent, or authorization, Carlton's bareback cock slipped between my thighs and found the backdoor entrance to my vagina. Without further ado, he fucked me. He fucked me quick and hard. I didn't mind. I was already excited by my million dollar win, so why not celebrate with a good hard fuck? This 'quickie' was fantastic, it was fun, and it was very orgasmic. I was hoping that the documents on Carlton's desk were not too important because our drippy female cum and male cum was wetting them. (Chapter 5) The Capitol and the Courtroom After a morning nap, I drove to the Texas capitol in Austin. My Jaguar F-Type coupe sped down the highway, its 340 horsepower V6 screamed on the open road and growled in the city. I parked and then made my way to the Oil & Mineral archives. With the help of the head archivist, who had been working on my search for weeks, we found the documents I sought. One week later my attorney, Peter Sexton, and I presented a case in the Texas Supreme Court. My first order of business was to deliver to my three Aunts three envelopes containing high definition photos of their nude liaison with a young woman at a strip club. Their sexual antics were plain to see. Peter called Samuel Ewing to be questioned. Justice Taylor asked, "According to these mineral & oil documents, you were the original discoverer of the Ewing Roundtop oil fields? Why was the Ewing Roundtop Oil Company subsequently shared with your sisters?" "Yes sir, I made the discovery and started my billion dollar company," was Dad's answer. "Sir, my own son-of-a-bitch of a father, Samson Ewing, swindled me out of my company and then on his deathbed he bequeathed 'MY' fortune to me and my sisters equally! You may wonder why; well, Sir there was supposedly a family 'skeleton in the closet' involving an indiscretion among my sisters! I ask the court to question my sisters about this. Thank you." Justice Roan questioned each sister in turn. Although represented by counsel, each woman answered for herself. Clutching handbags filled with incriminating photos, each replied, "Sir, I have no knowledge of any such indiscretion." Peter stood to address the court again, "Mr. and Ms. Justices, Mr. Samuel Ewing and his Power Of Attorney daughter have come here today to correct a long overdue wrong. If there were no 'indiscretions', then there was no reason for the Ewing Oil company to be dissolved or divided among any relatives without the original owner's consent! We ask that all possessions of the Ewing Roundtop Oil Company be returned to Sam Ewing." The court announced that after a thorough review of the documents and the testimonies, a ruling would be made. Court adjourned. In the subsequent weeks, the following happened: 1. The Texas Supreme Court ruled in Samuel Ewing's favor. 2. Dad told me that he was tired of the entire long fight. He only wanted his allowance doubled; any more that this would kill him. He wanted Samantha Ewing to become the chairman of the board of the Ewing Roundtop Oil Company. He wished for me to remain his guardian and Power of Attorney. He made a will leaving all his worldly possessions to me. 3. I became the board chairman. In effect, I controlled a billion dollar fortune. I named Peter, Brad, Carlton, and Reece to the board of directors. I also named my dad and my three aunts to the board. My aunts didn't suffer for money, but I made them move out of the Ewing Mansion and Estate. I moved in. 4. As an investment, I bought the Pussy Galore strip club. My persona, Cherry Delicious, still occasionally danced there. 5. I became a frequent bedmate of Peter, Brad, Carlton, and Reece. I can't count how many pairs of panties I lost, forgot, or had torn off me at these men's homes. Someone's cock was in me now. It was Brad's. I knew each man by the shape of his cock and the things he did to me with it. Brad's cock was a slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am pussy fucker. A woman needs a quickie now and again. I think I can truthfully say that I love more than one of these men. Yet, I pursue no permanent relationships with any. You see, I'm a rich bitch whore and I love it like the Devil!
Introduction: This is the final part of this tale, in which I and my apparitional brother had enjoyed sex on the beach to excess.... Part 3 Deryk lay sleeping and recovering beside me, his naked body still blotched and scarred from his traumatic encounter. As he did so, I picked over his shorts, partly to check that there were no bits of Man-o'-War left on them but also to go through his pockets. I was curious. In one pocket, I found an old leather wallet, still damp and stained from being in the sea. In it were no credit cards - nothing as easy as that - just a few matted dollar notes (dollar notes are washable by the way – always useful to know!) and a room key-card for a hotel in Bermuda I hadn't heard of. The wallet was old and worn, almost antique, with an embossed Celtic pattern around the edges of it. A Celtic pattern. It was surely no coincidence that the talisman he had given me also looked Celtic in origin. But when I looked more closely, into the back of the wallet, in very small letters, was impressed what looked like a name. It read, "D.W.E. Fowler". I don't know what name I expected to see but this one meant nothing to me and I puzzled over it. The "D" could be "Deryk" alright but was that even his real name – or was the wallet just a coincidence? Maybe it was just an antique wallet he got somewhere else? But I was tired and the warm breeze mixed with the quiet lapping of the sea on the beach and the softness of the sand made me sleepy. I lay back beside a sleeping Deryk, turning over the events of the day and watched the ever-changing cloud formations, moving slowly across the blue sky above me. I awoke with a jolt and sat upright. The sun had gone down and the wind had changed. It was mid-September and it was about 7pm, so it was getting dark and the face of the full moon was just above the horizon in the north-east. The tide was also higher up the beach and without climbing gear, I was now cut-off from the next beach and the nearest road. Deryk was gone, of course, and there was no sign of his clothes; his blue designer shorts, his nautical striped Diesel briefs and his "X"-Men T-shirt, the wallet, were all gone. This was just what happened last time, and the time before, but a chill now ran up and down my back as I remembered what happened next on both those occasions. As I sat there, gathering my thoughts and trying to decide what to do next, I noticed the twinkling lights of a boat out on the water. In fact, it was a launch and it looked very much like the one that Deryk had been thrown from earlier that afternoon. This time though, all was quiet and it was motionless – or just drifting. Perhaps they had relented and come back looking for him; or maybe it was someone else just night-fishing. But it was getting chilly. I pulled on my briefs and stood up to put on my shorts and it was then that I heard a noise, a new sound. It sounded like splish-splashing in the water but not like the sound of the waves; it was something, or someone else. I looked around nervously and over at the end of the beach, I caught a glimpse of what looked like a large dog, at first jogging along the water's edge, then climbing up onto the jagged coral rocks. Whatever it was, it was big; the size of a man but not a man; or was it? As I stood silently rooted to the spot, "the creature" or whatever it was, climbed to the top of the rocky headland and stood semi-erect, its shape silhouetted against the full moon. Gazing up into the sky, it let out a chilling howl, which seemed to echo along the beach and off the opposite headland. I didn't know what to do but as I moved to put one leg into my shorts, a breeze rustled through the cedar trees high above the beach and the figure's head turned toward me and I staggered, as two piercing orange eyes glared right at me. Quick as a flash, the creature leapt from the top of the rocks onto the beach and bounded straight at me. As I fell awkwardly back onto the sand with one leg inside my shorts, the creature was upon me and in my face, baring teeth the likes of which I had never seen before and growling menacingly, its saliva dripping onto my bare chest, as I struggled to sit upright. Those piercing orange eyes were set in a face – a deformed and hairy, but nonetheless human face – one that I recognized. "Someone's been going through my things," Deryk growled menacingly, as he pushed me back onto the sand with a heavy, hairy hand. "I, er, was curious – you know," I stumbled, "I just needed to know more about you." "You know all you need to know," he said, gruffly. Then he snarled, "Work it out for yourself." But he hadn't finished. Sniffing my chest and face, he then added threateningly, "You took advantage of me. Now it's my turn." He pushed me down with his full weight in both hands, both "paws", on my chest and his nails dug into my skin. Remembering how things turned out on the last two occasions, I confess that part of me was excited by him but the other part of me, the rational part, was afraid of what was happening to him – and what he might do to me. There was something about him that, while I still recognized him, was different from previous times. He had suddenly turned violent before, it's true, but I had not been so aware of the animal that was before me now. This time, it was as if this deformity that took him over was worse, more developed, than before. This time, he was hairier – all over; and more grotesque. His hands, indeed all his limbs seemed bent out of shape and he was more like an animal than ever before. Even so, I tried to reason with him. "Please," I pleaded, "If you ARE my brother, you don't want to hurt me, surely? I saved you, remember? From the Man o' War." He grunted, his hot breath hitting my face. "Perhaps this is what you really want from me," he seethed, "or at least, no less than you deserve!" As he stood astride me, his rough strong hands digging into my chest, I looked down between his back legs and knew what was inevitable. He was as near to "on heat" as you could imagine. His cock was protruding obscenely between his legs, curving long, pink and erect from a scrotum that was somewhere, buried in the forest of hairs filling his groin and which spread up and down his thighs and over his body. Gone was the beautiful face with dimples and seductive eyes; no longer the young, tempting body but that of a vicious beast was now over me, dripping saliva and breathing a hot stale breath in my face. I considered struggling but what was the point? I had nowhere to run to while the tide was up and he would easily catch me anyway. I had no way of incapacitating him either. Even kicking him in the balls would probably have just made him angrier. But I had no chance to do anything anyway. Before I knew what was happening, his back leg seemed to reach up towards my groin and, in one rough move, the claws of his foot grabbed the waist of my briefs and ripped them from my body, yanking my backside off the ground, only to fall back again with a thump as my briefs vanished into the night. I still had one leg awkwardly trapped inside my shorts but I was otherwise exposed, my nakedness vulnerable and powerless. He flipped me over with a swipe of one hand and sand sprayed everywhere as he grabbed my waist and yanked me up onto my knees and towards his groin. And then I felt his hairy, sweaty body astride my buttocks and that weapon between my thighs, lifting my own shrivelled cock and balls with his tool, rigid and curving beneath my body and cupping my testicles, as he crouched astride behind me, my arse clasped between his powerful deformed thighs. For just a moment, he seemed to pull away but I knew that he was just lining-up for his brutal attack. True enough, I felt the wetness of his dripping organ against my perineum a second before he thrust forward with a grunt and pierced my sphincter like a sword, entering me in one lunge. Pain exploded from my insides, through my body and seemed to burst from the top of my chest, as I let out a cry, a scream almost. But that wasn't enough for him. He pulled out, only to ram himself home again in another lunge forward into my body. "Argh!" he grunted, and withdrew again, only to pierce me once again. I would have fallen forward under the power of his thrusts and the weight of his body hitting my buttocks, but for his hands, his "claws", either side of my waist holding me firm in front of him. "Now, Bitch!" he spat into the back of my neck. His gruff, growling voice now took on a vicious irony, "This is where you get what's coming to you!" The tears welled-up in my eyes as the sweat poured from my body in the cool night air as he kept up his relentless thrusting and ramming into me. All the while, it felt like his penis was getting larger and harder with every thrust and while my own frightened balls had retreated as far inside my body as they could, my limpness was now strangely developing into a semi-erection. Something else inside me was growing harder too. With each entry, my prostate was being bashed, pressed and generally battered into producing nature's man-fluid against its will. My insides ached as the pain, at first sharp and piercing, now became a dull, painful throbbing inside the depths of my anus. I cried out in agony as I felt my insides involuntarily clench his tool, as my prostate was violently and forcibly milked. It was like a fire had been lit inside me as the jism began building-up somewhere between my prostate and my cock. And in the midst of this, I felt something wet and warm, dribbling down the insides of my thighs. Meanwhile, his brutal thrusting had given way to a kind of wriggling and twisting, as his grotesquely deformed manhood, or animalhood, seemed to grow still larger and firmer within me, delving it seemed, ever deeper towards my intestines. When my orgasm came, it was a relief, as my burning insides involuntarily went into spasm, clenching and unclenching his swollen tool, as my semen finally escaped from my body in one long, draw-out, dribbling spurt from my semi-erect tool, onto the sand below. The clenching of my orgasm seemed to throw him over the edge, his tool now embedded and locked into me like that of a dog. He let out a long howl into the night air, as he came into me, the hotness of his semen filling my bruised insides, as gush after gush spurted deep into my body, filling every space, every hidden cavity inside me, until he was fully spent. As he let go his grasp of my sides, I staggered forward on all-fours, collapsing on the sand, as his still swollen tool was ripped from my rear and I heard him turn and race off down the beach and into the water. I lay there, freed but naked and abused, a burning, throbbing ache in my backside and cum oozing and dribbling from my anus, over my shrunken balls and onto the sand beneath me, mixing with the product of my own feeble orgasm which still dribbled from my shrivelled manhood into the sand. Exhausted, I just lay there, still naked but for my shorts half on one leg, just as he had raped me. After what must have been an hour or more, I began to feel cold and I slowly roused myself. It was around midnight by my watch and there had been no sign of Deryk returning. Somehow, I knew he wouldn't. I limped down to the sea and slowly immersed myself in the warm, healing waters, releasing all remaining traces of Deryk's breeding of me back into the sea. Having eventually found my way back to my hotel on foot during the night, I awoke next morning in my comfortable bed and it was if last night had been a nightmare. I expected to see scratches on my chest, or at least bruising on my body where he had grabbed me – I certainly felt bruised – but when I examined myself in the bathroom mirror, there was no trace, no visible evidence of his attack. Only my backside ached and I felt like I had been run-over by a truck! As I got ready for breakfast, I was listening to the local news on the TV and the big story of the morning was the report of an attack on 3 guys in a night-fishing launch out on the lagoon. Witnesses said that while 3 men had taken the boat out, only two brought it back, with the canopy torn, leather seats ripped, a table smashed, and even some of the rails bent out of shape. The Police had been called by the owner and, when questioned, the two men, visibly shaken by the incident and both badly scratched and bruised, had claimed that the three of them had been attacked by a huge wolf-like beast that had appeared out of the sea. The three of them had tried to fight it off but the third man had been lost overboard in the battle and when the monster also dived back into the sea, they had been so traumatized that they had high-tailed it back to the marina without their companion. The Police spokeswoman said, if they did not find the other man alive, the two men would probably be facing a potential murder charge. Enquiries were on-going. Deryk it seems, as always, had meted out his own justice.
Introduction: Sis comes home My name is Justin and I'm 28, I'm 6'1, I have blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm well toned from all my martial arts and swimming at the local Y.M.C.A. I also enjoy playing computer games, I love a good game of pool or football. My life changed 2 weeks ago when my Grandparents died in a freak accident, it was raining and hailing outside, with wind gusts of 60 m.p.h, a weak tree along the road snapped and fell on to the road, my grandfather didn't have time to react and they smashed into it head on and the car burst into flames. By the time the rescue vehicles got to the scene of the accident they were gone. We still held a funeral for them and buried their ashes, then went and listen to the reading of their will, were they left me their house. It's not a small house It's actually pretty big, it has 3 bedrooms and 2 bath rooms a full basement and 3 porches to chill on, a huge back yard, with a hot tub. It also has a nice big grill/smoker on one of the decks for family bbq's. After I had found out about my grandparents, I went to work and told them what had happend, they gave me a month off to get my bearings back, so I decided I would work on fixing up the house after I speak with the lawyer and banks to tie up loose ends. When I got back home, I started looking for things to fix I figured I would start with the dishwasher. I was fixing the dishwasher when there was a knock at the door so I stopped what I was doing and went and answered the door to find my 20 year old sister Ruth just standing there, now I should tell you she is a hottie, at 5'3 and 120 lbs soaking wet with the sexiest creamy white skin, long brown hair that reaches the small of her back, and a nice set of 38 B breasts but what stops most guys in their tracks is her bright baby blue eyes, that can gaze into your soul. She made me almost fall over when I saw her, she was wearing a black crop top that came just under her breasts and a pair of Daisy Duke shorts, that showed off her tight ass. I had to admit it was making me drool, After I stopped ogling my sister I said, "Umm hey sis whats up, I'm surprised to see you here, last I knew you were out in California with that asshole Steve and making plans to get married next year." She said "Yea but I left his cheating ass, now I'm back home and I just heard about our grandparents, and had to come see how you are doing bro, I wanted to make sure you where doing alright and that you weren't a mess." I said "I'm alright its been hard, but I'll live and get through it, so were you living now sis." She said "I don't have a place at the moment." I said, "Well you can stay and live here with me, and I have a big enough house." So I helped move her into the house and used one room for her stuff, and set her up in the other bed room, which was my old room so its all camouflage and mostly guy stuff. But she liked it the way it was, After I moved her in I got back to work on the dish washer which took me about two hours to fix. When I finished with that she came out and said " I'm hungry." So I said "okay let me shower and get change and we will go out to eat." So I went and quickly showered, and got dressed. We got in the truck and headed to an old favorite of hers Poncho and Lefty's. We were seated right away and got our drinks, and ordered our food she ordered herself a taco salad, which she always loved, I ordered the macho nachos that I have every time I'm there. While we waited for our food she told me " I caught my ex boyfriend in the shower with another woman, I heard some moaning and groaning, so I went back there to check it out. I pulled back the curtain. I couldn't believe what I saw, so I packed my stuff said it was over and told him to go fuck himself and left on the next bus I could and I walked from the bus stop all the way to the house." I said, " That's 2 hour walk from the bus stop out to the house." The waitress brought us our food and we continued to talk while we ate, After dinner we went back home after I stopped to get us a case of beer and a bottle of Jack. We got back to the house around 7 pm. I tell her "That I'm gonna go get ready for bed, I'm exausted from the day I've had." She said "I will also." So I went into my room, grabbed my sleep pants and put them on. Then I went to mix drinks for us, she came out in a black almost see through night shirt. My jaw hit the floor when I saw her. Her pink nipples (or so I think they are pink) were nice and hard, trying to pop through the material as if they were trying to get out. She had a sheer black thong on underneath as well. I handed her the drink I made for her, then we went into the living room, and oh my god what a ass my sister has damn, the sheer thong complemented her ass so well. We sat down after we put on a movie, Hunt for Red October her fave movie. We sat and chatted, as we watched the movie. We talked and drank for hours, and had a few laughs before she said "I'm going to bed I had a long bus ride and didn't sleep much on the bus." She got up and stretched that sexy body of hers, and I almost lost it. She went to bed, and I heard the door shut I shut everything off and locked up the house and garage. Then I went to bed thinking about my sister and her amazing body, I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. I had been out for about an hour when, I felt my bed shift and turned on my bed side lamp,to see my sister had crawled in my bed. I said "Can I help you." She said "I cant sleep with out someone next to me." So I said "Okay you can sleep with me if you want, I don't care, we are both adults." So I shut off the light, she then surprised me by cuddling up to me and drifted off to sleep. Needless to say my cock was rock hard, and my mind was racing, I tried to push the thoughts away and try to sleep. But I guess she wasn't asleep though, because I felt her grab my cock, and she started to stroke it through my sleeping pants. I haven't felt this alive in a quite some time, her hand was like magic the way she gripped my shaft. Then she really surprised me, she started to suck my 8 inch cock with a fiery passion, swirling her tongue around the head of my shaft. I rubbed her pussy through her thong, then I moved the string of her thong aside, and started to rub her bare pussy. I parted her moist lips and slowly I slid a finger into her tight, warm, and very wet cunt. As she started to suck faster on my cock, I let out a deep moan almost as growl, and said " Ruth if you keep that up, I'm gonna cum down your throat. She moaned around my cock and started to suck harder swirling her tongue even more, I felt that familiar tingle in my balls, then a rush up my cock, as I started to pump my cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop to save herself from drowning. After she licked up the remains of my cum off my cock. I grabbed her, and rolled her on to her back. Ripping her thong off of her and I dove into her perfect pussy with an animalistic passion, licking and lightly biting her clit as she moaned in pleasure. I licked her deep and fast, then I sucked her clit really hard, she came gushing and flooding my mouth with her juices. Shit I thought, "I barely did anything and she creamed, she must have needed it." So I continued my assault on her and sucked on her clit and licked her pussy, after a bit she started to cum. Then moved up to kiss her in a deep and passionate way, she reached down grabbing my now hard again cock and positioned it at her entrance. I pushed in to her, and started a slow in and out thrusting movement, so she could get used to my girth. i groaned as I thrusted back and forth, I'm thinking, " Damn she is tight!" I start to pick up the pace making her moan and whimper as I fucked her, she moaned more, digging her nails into my back. She said "Enough of this slow shit pound my pussy and make me cum again." So I picked up the pace and start pounding into her nice and hard, fast and deep, making those ample breasts of hers bounce. She starts moaning louder and screaming, "Oh fuck yes, oh fuck me hard brother, make me squirt again and then cum deep in my pussy. "Let me feel it, oh ohh ohhhhhh fuck yes." She said as she soaks my cock, the sheets of the bed with her juices. I growl saying "I'm cuming." I shove my cock deep into her womb, practically emptying my balls as I'm unloading my cum deep inside and through her cervix. Flooding deep into her womb, spurt after spurt, she screams again. As she cums a second time, she digs her nails harder into my back. I start to feel a trickle down my back, but I don't care. I hold her as we come down from bliss and post orgasmic high, I kiss her and say "Thanks sis, that was the best ever. She said "I know, if you think that was good, you keep making me cum like that there will be plenty more." She yawned and drifted off to sleep saying "I love u bro." I yawned and said "I love u too."And I drifted off to sleep. The next morning I wake up to the smell of bacon cooking, I crawl out of my bed walked to the bathroom and took a piss. I walked out of the room and into the kitchen, I had to pause. Because standing there at the stove, was my sister cooking breakfast in nothing but an apron. I walked up behind her, and kiss her on the neck. I say, " Good morning sis." She turns around, looks at me an says, "Good morning bro, Did you sleep well? I hope so, after a night like last night." She gives me a big smile, and goes back to cooking. I say "Yes I did sis, that was a great night baby, so what does my sexy sister have planned for today?" She says " I have to go into town, to to see if anything has changed since I've been in California the last 2 years, get a few things I need for the house and myself. I say "Okay hun I have some stuff to do around the house. She sets down two plates of food and kisses me on the lips, we dig into our food. I get up and walk to the bedroom, grab my wallet and hand her six hundred dollars, telling her to have a nice time shopping. After we are done eating, she grabs the plates cleans them off and puts them in the sink. She says, "I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for the day."I walk to the bedroom, grab some clean clothes. I head to the bathroom, knocking on the door, and ask "Can join you." She says, "Yes, of course you can bro, why not." I walked in and set my stuff down. I step in the shower with her, I take notice of her pink nipples, and her landing strip of pussy hair on her mound. I grab the wash cloth I had, and started to wash her back. Her nice tight ample ass is drawing my attention, and she starts to shake it. I feel my cock harden, she slowly leans forward and takes her hands and parts her ever so wet pussy lips. She then begins to grind on my stiffing cock, I say, "Sis you keep that up, you know what's going to happen to you if you do?" She turns her head and says, "Of course I do bro, why do you think I'm doing it? I want you to pound this pussy into a coma, and make me scream for more." I look at her and I just smile with pleasure. I pin her to the wall of the shower, kissing her lips, her neck then to her breasts to suck and nibble on her nipples as they harden. I kiss down her belly to her pelvic line, I release her arms and grab her ass and squeeze her soft yet ample ass. I move my hands to her hips as I lightly kiss her pussy lips, I prop one of her legs over my shoulder I spread her wet lips and she her clit. I start sucking hard on it, flicking it with my tongue she starts moaning and cupping her breasts while pinching her nipples. As I'm eating her pussy she says," Oh Bro please fuck my pussy with your cock." I eased my now rock hard cock into her very tight pussy, we both moaned in pleasure. I start to fuck her in a nice slow pace, enjoying her tight pussy as it grips my cock like a glove. I start to pick up the pace, I really start to pound into her pussy hard and fast. My animal instincts kick in, and I fuck her with a power i haven't had in a long time. She starts to scream loud and moaning wildly, I suck on her nipples and I feel her pussy tighten up with her first orgasm of the day. I keep pounding away, making her scream and moan more. She has me stop and pull out my cock, she turns around an gets on her knees. She then looks up at me with those baby blue eyes, and she says "Bro I want to suck your hard cock, and have you cum all over my face." Before I can reply she starts to suck my cock, going fast and furious, moaning on my cock. I can definitely tell she is rubbing her pussy, as she sucks my cock, I say to her, "I'm gonna cum." She takes me out of her mouth, with a pop and starts to jack my cock. I yell "Holy shit, here it comes." Spurt after spurt of my cum paints her face, like a fire hose left on high. I keep pumping more and more cum on to her face, and her perky tits. I start to slow, and come down from my orgasm. She then takes my cock back into her mouth, and sucks whats left of my cum out of my cock. She wipes off every drop of cum from her face and her tits, and just looks me in the eyes as she does it then licks it off her hand and swallows it. She said, "That was good bro." I smile with delight, we finish our shower and get dressed. She gives me a kiss an tells me, "I'll see you later on today, after i get back from town. Did grandpa leave the truck or did he have it sold?" I toss her the keys to the truck, and tell her to drive safe. She says, "I will and kisses me again as she walks out the door. I hear the truck start, and see her leave. I walk out to the shed, and get the lawn tractor out and get that running. I start mowing the lawn, it takes about an hour to mow the lawn. I put the mower away, and get the weed whip out. I start it up and go around the trees, the decks, the house and garage. After I finish up outside, I start on the work on the inside. First I go to her room, and move all of her cloths and stuff into my room. I put it all in the closet and dresser, I change the bedding on my bed and do a load of laundry. I feel a little tired, I decide that ill lay down on the couch and take a nap before doing more work on the house. Next thing I know I hear the truck pull up, an I hear 2 doors shut not just one. I'm thinking, (did my sis bring someone home with her?). As I continue to lay on the couch an rest, my sis yells "Bro are you home? I got someone that you should meet." I sit up on the couch slightly and say, "Who did you bring home with you sis?" Then she proceeds to tell me, "I brought home Jen. She's a really good friend of mine, I thought it would be nice for you to meet her." She brings her friend over to the couch and introduces her. "Jen this is my bro Justin, Justin this is my close friend Jen." I look at this Jen and wow she isn't that bad looking she has strawberry blonde hair hazel eyes 5' 4" 115 pounds and a nice tan and what i guess are 40 C cup breasts and a very ample ass just like my sister, I happen to notice that one of her nipples my have been pierced. I say "hello Jen its nice to meet you", and she says "Nice to meet you and I have heard a lot about you." I kinda look at my sister and wonder what exactly she has told her. "Bro i brought Jen over, because she is having a really hard day. I ran into her at the mall, she was just so sad. So I figured I would bring her home and maybe we could cheer her up a bit." I said "Okay, Jen why don't you tell me a little about yourself?" She said "Well I like to go fishing, hunting, shoot pool, go swimming, and hangout with my friends, I also teach dance to teens and I work at a youth center for troubled teens." I look at her and smile, I say "well I have a pool table down in the basement lets see just how good you are." I get attacked with hugs from both of them, we head down to the pool table, my sister and Jen look in awe as they see what looks like a bar in the basement and both smile from ear to ear giggling It has a complete bar, a pool table and a 50 inch flat screen tv, with a surround sound system, and to top it off a pinball machine and dart board. My sister giggles and I asked her, "Whats the giggle for?" "I just had a great idea bro." I say, "Oh, what's this great idea you have?" She says, "How about a game of strip pool, who ever loses a game or misses a shot on the table, has to take an article of clothing off, and take a shot of their favorite liquor. What do you guys say to that?" As she just stands there smiling her ass off. I say "Alright with me sis how about you Jen?" She thinks for a minute and says "Okay lets do this, its us vs you." I smile at her comment as I walk over to the cue rack and grab my graphite cue, and say "Okay ladies, sense its me vs you two, you rack I break." My sister says "Okay." and racks the balls up, I set up for my break.. (Crack the balls scatter and 3 solids drop on the break) I continue to clear the table of my balls, I'm left with the 8-ball and I'm set to win this game. Then my sister flashes me and I miss the shot, I say "No fair!" but she says "Hey there are no rules." So I walk over take a shot of tequila and lose my shirt and I swear I heard Jen gasp. I smile and wait as she starts to shoot and she makes 3 then misses a shot and i smile as she walks over and takes a shot of Jack. I wait till she is back after she took her shirt off, I have a good view of her tits straining against her leopard bra. I smile to myself and take my shot easily making the 8-ball, I laugh and look at the girls as my sister takes off her shirt, exposing her tits held up in a zebra print bra. Jen takes her bra off, I'm now staring at her tanned tits capped off with light brown nipples and sure enough one of them is pierced and they are just begging to be sucked on. Then I see my sister wink at me, and do the unthinkable. She gently grabs Jen's tit an places it in her mouth an starts to suck on it, flicking her nipple with her tongue. Jen gives out a slight moan, as she appears to be enjoying it. As my sister sucks on Jen's nipple, she reaches for her other bare breast and begins to rub it, rubbing the nipple between her finger tips making it rock hard. My jaw drops in amazement at what my sister is doing to Jen. As I continue to watch my cock starts to grow stiff. I'm thinking to myself, (I wonder how this is going to end up?) Jen takes her finger and points to me an motions me to come over to them. I walk over and she grabs the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss, we wrestled our tongues fighting for supremacy, then I break the kiss. She is out of breath, I lean down and start sucking on her tit, that my sister isn't sucking on. She starts to moan even louder, as she starts to shake I break off, so does my sister. I pick her up and sit her on the pool table, as my sister pockets the rest of the balls fast. I lay her back and pull her shorts off, finding a matching thong to her bra. I remove her thong and stare at her pussy, it's shaved into a triangle with the tip pointing to her pussy. I start to kiss up to her pussy, on her leg. Then plant kisses all over her pussy, then start to lick her moist lips. I then start to suck on her clit, which makes her jump, and start to buck her hips. I power eat her pussy, I start to hear my sister moan as I see she has kneeled over her head. Jen is licking away furiously on my sisters pussy, Ruth plays with Jen's breasts as she's being ate out. Jen sticks her tongue out and starts tongue fucking her, as Ruth starts to moan loud. Slowly rocking her hips, she slowly rubs her breasts while moaning. I then get up and start to ease my cock into Jen's pussy. I look up to see my sister smiling, hearing Jen moan as I slide my whole cock deep into her pussy. I feel the tip of my cock hit her cervix, and I hear her scream in pleasure as I start pounding into her nice and fast. Her tits bounce up and down going out of control, she reaches for her tits and pinches her nipples to heighten her pleasure. As she moans deep and loud as her pussy clamps on my cock, as her orgasm hits her she screams "Oh god yes, fuck me I'm cumming." Then silence as she has passed out, from what my sister says. I pull out only to be pulled back in, as Jen says "Your not done yet." I pound back into her, and soon she is cumming again. As she cums I push deep into her, past her cervix and I start spurting cum deep into her womb. When I finished I helped her up and carry her up the stairs, and lay her on my bed. Ruth and I climb in bed next to her, we each kissed her and say "Good night." I say "Love you sis." She says "Love you too." Jen says "I love you both." As I drift off to sleep in between these two sexy women I think to myself, (I wonder what tomorrow will bring then I smile and close my eyes.)
Introduction: A series about someone I know Rebecca was on her knees, again, hungrily sucking a cock. She was sitting in a double wide trailer with two men in the living room. One of the men, the one whose cock she was working on, was her drug dealer. The other was another one of her drug moving fuck buddies. "So Becca" her dealer said "what if I told you I could hook you up with an extra quarter?" Rebecca slurped hard on the cock once before looking up and asking "What have I got to do?" Then before getting her answer went back to sucking the cock. "I'm going to have some people over. You're going to be on the coffee table and we're going to take turns fucking you" the dealer answered as he reached down and unbuttoned Becca's jeans and began to pull the down. Rebecca hadn't answered yet but stood up now, bending over to keep the dick in her mouth, so that her pants could be taken off of her. Quickly they came down as she stood bent at the waist with her mouth wrapped around a drug dealers cock. As she stood there bouncing her head up and down her fuck buddy got up from his chair and stood behind her. He reached down behind her and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. She moaned softly, the sound muffled by her full mouth, and pressed back against his hand. She knew just what she was, a slut, and she had come to terms with that. She didn't like it, even as her panties were being pulled down and fingers slipped inside her pussy, but she accepted it. Rebecca didn't realize it but she had been set up to be a whore for more than a year now. It all started with one of her boyfriend who realized how much potential she had to be a quality slut. A boyfriend who spent over a year training her to be submissive, to do as she was told even if she didn't like it. This is her story, starting with her fall into depravity. It was just a normal day in the life of fourteen year old Rebecca. It was 7:20 in the morning and she was getting ready for school. Pretty soon her boyfriend would be here to take her to school and she needed to be ready when he got here. It was a Wednesday so she was dressed accordingly in blue jeans, a t shirt and converse, with no panties. She wasn't going to bother wearing the panties today, since every Wednesday she went straight home to be her boyfriends bitch. A few minutes later Rebecca was brushing her hair and she heard the door to the small two room apartment that she and her mother share open. A moment later her boyfriend was standing behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him. A couple of kisses on the neck and a whispered "good morning" and then she was finished brushing her hair. "My sister doesn't need a ride to school, so I decided to come inside and spend a few minutes with you." He said to her, sliding his hands around to rest on her ass. Rebecca raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that she was about to be doing something sexual, though not knowing what he had in mind. He took her hand and led her into her tiny living room. Her mother had left already for work. They were alone. He had already considered this and had decided that since they had time he would enjoy himself. Rebecca stood there, waiting to be told what to do. A quick kiss on the lips and then "What are you?" he asks. Rebecca knows exactly what she is to say. She had to be trained, and the training wasn't easy forget. She settles onto her knees in front of him, very deliberately kisses the front of his jeans, and then obediently says "I'm your bitch." She looks up at him. He's smiling. Rebecca smiles, he is pleased with her, she did a good job. "So heres what I'm thinking bitch. I'm going to take some time out of my morning to fuck your ass. Then we're going to leave for school and get breakfast on the way. Before we get there though I've got a place I'm going to pull over so you can suck my dick." He told her, walking around to stand behind her as he spoke. He reached down and placed his left hand on the back of her hair, stroking her head gently as she knelt there. Then he pushed her head forward, lowering her onto all fours. Kneeling behind her he reached around and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down. He smiled as her panty-less body was exposed. He began to finger her, slowly working his hand back and forth. His top two fingers slid in and out of her ass, his lower two worked her pussy. Rebecca gyrated back and forth to get as much of him in her body as she could. He moved faster and harder, causing the bitches body to jerk back and forth and Rebecca whimpered with pleasure. "What are you?" he began asking, repeating the question as he finger fucked her harder and harder. "I'M YOUR BITCH!!" Rebecca cried as she was violently fingered. She began to quake as a orgasm built up in her. He pushed harder and faster, she began to shake, then cried out once and fell down and lay there. As she sat there on her knees and face he stood up and took off his jeans and boxers, kneeling behind her again. Rebecca felt him getting ready to take her and tried to catch her breath. If she was tired when he started in on her ass it was more painful. He knew that and that was why he fingered her so hard right before, he liked it to hurt her when she got her ass fucked. As she was breathing heavy she felt him line up and then thrust. He forced his hips forward as viciously as he could, pushing her ass up into the air and making her knees come up off the ground. She cried out in pain and pleasure. Rebecca thought of how much it would hurt sitting down the rest of the day and started to softly cry. It was all ok though as long as she did a good job and was a good bitch. She knew that if she did good he would take care of her. She just hoped that she wasn't still sore in the afternoon when she would have to service him again. After a few more minutes of brutal sodomy he grabbed Rebecca hair and rammed home a final thrust before cumming deep in her ass. Then he got up and began to quickly get dressed. Only about 15 minutes had passed since he had entered the house. He looked down at Rebecca, who was still bent over whimpering and drying her eyes. "Hurry up, we still need to leave in enough time for you to suck me off before school." He said, dropping her pants on the ground in front of her. Then he stood in front of her and half crouched, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Hey there, just relax for a sec. It'll be fine, but we have to leave sweety." He told her, rubbing her shoulders as she composed herself. They got in his car and went through the burger king drive through for iced coffee. The on the way to school he turned down a back road. "Suck me Rebecca." He said as he drove. Rebecca leaned over and got his dick out. She immediately began giving him road head. As she was bent over he reached down her back and slid his hand under her jeans, grabbing her by the ass. "Good job bitch, now lick and kiss." He told her. Rebecca had been well trained and knew exactly what she was supposed to do. She took the dick from her mouth and wrapped a hand around it as she moved her mouth to his testicles. She slowly licked each one, then lovingly kissed them each. She kept repeating this process, knowing she wasn't allowed to stop until he told her too. After a couple of minutes he gave her permission to continue sucking him off. As she worked his cock he asked "What are you?" Rebecca paused for a moment to quickly say "I'm your bitch.". He smiled down at the back of her head and asked "And what does my bitch like to do?" Rebecca had also been taught how to answer this question. She dipped her head down and deep throated him, holding for a few seconds. Then she answered "Suck your dick sir." And she went right back to it. "And what will you do when you're done sucking my dick bitch?" He asked. Rebecca answered automatically "Swallow your cum sir." And kept sucking. "And do you like swallowing me?" He asked sadistically. "No sir." She answered. "Then why do you do it?" He asked, and she promptly replied "Because my master wants me too." Rebecca answered, the thrill of being dominated so completely running through her like electricity. He smiled, grabbed Rebecca's hair, yanked down forcing her to deep throat him, and then came in her mouth. The school day passed pretty uneventfully. At lunch she snuck away to his car to suck his cock, just like she did every day. As she finished he smiled at her and said "so, I've been thinking about it and I decided we're going to try something new. I'm going to give a few people permission to use you and I'm going to see how you do with a group." He calmly said. Rebecca didn't say anything. It wouldn't make a difference if she wanted to or not, he had made up his mind. Rebecca began to wonder who she would be shared with. What strangers would be allowed to deposit their cum inside of her without her permission. The idea of it all disgusted her a little, how she had no control of what happened to her body anymore. But more than it disgusted her it excited her. She was a slut, she thought to herself. Her boyfriend must have caught a second wind because as she was lost in her thoughts he grabbed her by the hair and bent her back over the seat, shoving a dick in her mouth for the third time that day. It was ten minutes to noon. More to come soon.
Introduction: I started a new job that leads me to a whole set of new experiences "There she goes again…" I thought to myself as she walked into the office promptly at 7:45AM like she did every morning. "Her skirt is hugging her hips just right, and that chest is so inviting" "James…James………JAMES!" I snapped back to reality, "Eh What?!?!" very nervous and very aware that I got caught staring. "Close ya mouth sweetie; you're starting to drool. I want a full briefing and my usual coffee in 45 minutes" Shannon issued the command with firmness and yet just a hint of sultriness and seduction that had me wrapped around her finger from the moment she hired me 8 months ago. My name is James and I'm a 21-year-old undergraduate working on my degree in Computer Science at the local university in Atlanta. I'm working to save money to hopefully be able to move out before my 22nd birthday this summer, and to do that I got a job as a receptionist at one of the industrial home offices located downtown. I stand at 6"5' 300lbs, the athletic lineman type of build, with dreads down to my shoulder and a full beard. You may be wondering what a guy like me is doing in a place and with an "unusual" job like this. You wouldn't be the first to wonder that. I still remember the surprised look on the face of the person I eventually replaced along with everybody else in the office I passed that day. "Pure befuddlement" I chuckled to myself; that led to an interesting weekend but that's a story for another day. 'Til this day though, the one person who has never batted an eye or been awe struck was Shannon. She is the Senior Investment Manager, which is no negligible feat at 26, and she is fucking gorgeous and sexy as hell. She has a 5"11' frame with perfect round breasts that seem to defy gravity, likely a D cup, and an ass that's out of this world. It's a nice succulent home grown Georgia peach that I stare at every chance I get. She has never so much as even gasped at my stature, even during the interview she was calm, cool and firm; but over the months there seems to have been some occasional subtle flirting when she catches me staring at her. I walked to her office, coffee in one hand and the files for the day in the other, to see her on the phone and waited at the door for her to motion to where in her office this morning debriefing will be held. "Girl stop it, no that didn't happen" she said with emphasis. She looked up to see me waiting at her door and she motioned for me to go over to the couch and coffee tables, which I happily obliged and began setting up the papers and her coffee for our talk. "Well here let me go, James is here for my briefing so I'll talk to you later. We still on for lunch tomorrow?" There was some reply on the other end of the line she agreed with, "Ok great 2 o'clock then, bye girl." She hung up the phone and proceed to walk over to the couch; while enjoying the sway of her hips and the click of her heels on the floor I reminded her, "You know you have an appointment with the twins for the Gierger account tomorrow at 2, right?" She stopped in her tracks, her chest gave a few bounces and her jaw dropped. "You're shitting me right?" She asked as a look of frustration began to set in on her face, "Not in my 8 years of management, nor in my entire life have I ever double booked a fucking thing how could I have missed that? Shit!" She yelled half exclaiming, half questioning. Shannon muttered to herself, "Shit! Shit Shit a thousand times Shit!" "This man has come into do my morning briefing dozens of times in the past while I was on the phone and no matter how wet my pussy got looking at those broad shoulders attached to that handsome face or how much his fragrance filled my senses and made me lightheaded, I have never ever lost focused on what I was doing." "I'm not sure what's so different today but these panties are soaked and I am definitely going to need to handle this after the briefing. I'm way to fucking horny for it to be this early in the day" "It's not like I actually need the briefing. All of my calendars are synched to my company iPhone so I always know what my day has planned, but I get to sit close to him every day and be wrapped up in the smooth deep voice of his that just get me so wet." I look over at James sitting there with those broad shoulders, that thick rugged beard and his intoxicating scent filling me up "Yup, I'm def playing with pussy when this is done" "But what do about this double booking…." After a few seconds of what looked like an internal struggle, Shannon finished making her way over to the couch and joined me picking up her stack of papers. I began as usual with her list of meetings and phone calls for the day which she interjected here and there with agreements and the occasional confirmation of a detail of an appointment or call. Today there were also a few documents to be signed which I presented to her and she looked them over. She began reviewing them intently, it's like there a switch that she flips and she becomes extremely focused and dedicated, it's incredibly sexy though. I often wonder to myself , "Does she get like that when she fucking? Or are there are other modes that get brought out?" While she was looking over the documents I was looking over her: she had on a pair of black heels with purple buckles, a black pencil skirt that had risen up when she sat down and had exposed half of her thigh to me, a white blouse with purple buttons that may have been a half size too small. The blouse wasn't overly tight to where her chest was bursting at the seams to get out of it but it definitely was tight enough that with the top two buttons undone there was just a hint of those perfect globes for me to see from my height. Her hair was straight with the perfect sheen to that framed her face like a black goddess and flowed down her back; if it wasn't for my sister who has been doing hair for years I prolly would have thought it was hers but I can spot a weave, not that I'm complaining one way or the other. All the admiration I was mentally praising her with had a noticeable reaction on my dick, it was getting harder by the second and a tent was rapidly rising. While, trying to cool down and get my hard-on to go away Shannon had finished signing the documents and while sliding the folder back to me asked, "Is there anything else in the briefing?" I looked over my notes, content that I had covered all the topics and replied "No ma'am that's all I had to go over" I said as I gathered my papers. "If there's nothing else I head back to my desk and working on filing these right away," I responded; following up with, "As always it was a pleasure ma'am" and was trying to figure how to get up and keep my semi-hard dick from being noticed. Shannon said with a smirk on her face and setting a hand on my knee, "James you have been here for 8 months and in that time you have convinced me you were exactly the complete package I had been missing, I think it's ok for you to just call me Shannon, don't cha think?" I thought to myself, "Was there something there or am I tripping, I'm like 90% sure Shannon just…" I dismissed the thought because that couldn't have been what is going on here. I flashed a smile and replied to her, "Alright Shannon it is then." "There goes that damn smile again" she cursed to herself. She would literally anything he asked her to do when flashing that smile and she didn't care. <Can you show me where Accounts Receivable is> "Yup, be right there" <Shannon can I take tomorrow off?> "You sure can zaddy" <Do you want anything for lunch, ma'am?> "Yes, that dick" <What is there to do on the weekends> "Come over to my spot and get this pussy" Those last couple didn't sound like a bad idea to her, so she made a mental note to remember them for after her briefing. "Before you go" Shannon started, "I think I have an idea on resolving my mistake earlier. The Gierger account is starting a new technology division and are trying to sell us on buying into their new product line. Aren't you a Computer Science major?" "Yes, yes I am", I said nervously not quite knowing where this was going yet. "I'm not a tech person by any stretch of the imagination, so I had reached out to Tom over in IT to take my place but I just came up with a much better idea…." she paused with a smirk on her face. And then it hit me, "No no no no no; I can't do that, they are from a multi-million-dollar company and I'm just secretary you can't leave a meeting like that to me" I berated nervously. "Oh cut it out James, you are a gifted young man and you are much more talented than you portray yourself to be. I'm sure you'll be able to handle it," she asserted. "All you need to do is listen to their pitch and ask any questions you need to satisfy your personal understanding and tell me about it the following day in the briefing. I'll give them a call after you leave to inform them of the change. Don't worry I'll make up some reason for why I can't be there don't worry about it; just take the day off and rest up, it will be your big day tomorrow" I sat there mouth agape still not believing this was happening. Shannon went back to her desk and said in a firm but soft tone, "James go home, oh and I won't take no for an answer. Be here tomorrow at noon and I'll do a final prep with you and we will head out" THE NEXT DAY "Just breathe and settle down James, there is nothing to worry about just be yourself and you'll do wonderful" she said with her usual calmness. We had just parked in front of the hotel where the meeting was supposed happen and I was still a nervous wreck. No matter how many times I had strapped on my gear and faced a new opponent on the football filed, I was never as nervous as I was at that very moment. With some final words of encouragement, I exited the company car Shannon had drove and headed into the lobby looking for the restaurant where I was supposed to meet the clients. I found the entrance and waited behind the ropes at the podium for a waiter to come and get me. After a few moments a waiter came to the podium and asked, "How many in your party?" I replied, "I'm here for a meeting I was told to ask to meet with the Gieger party." The waiter looked down at the podium and located where the meeting was being held and lead me to the location, it turned out the meeting was on the patio or well part of it. Once I made it to a table in a semi-secluded area, I was greeted with a sight that did away the nervousness and replaced it with immediate primal lust and a hardening dick; the Gieger twins were gorgeous and they looked damn near like the same person with save for their differences. Yvette, the older of the two, and Tianna were two of the prettiest caramel women I had ever seen in my short time on earth. Yvette was slightly taller than her sister, with what I assumed to be B cup breast and braids twisted into a bun. Tianna was just a tad bit heavier but from my view point she was heavier in all the right places, her breasts were larger than her sisters and her braids laid on her shoulders and down her back. I tried to take a seat before the tent in my dress pants was noticed, but the look and slight chuckle they gave each other told me it was too late. I introduced myself as James, Shannon's assistant and to my surprise they responded in unison, "We know; we've heard quite a bit about you from Shannon." I know I looked stunned so Yvette answered my unspoken question, "We may be business partners but we were college roommates first so we talk often." This confused the hell out of me because if they talk often how did Shannon manage to forget and double book herself, I thought to myself but didn't give it too much consideration. As we were getting the pleasantries out of the way, a waitress came out with a tray of 3 rum and cokes, distributed them and left without a word. I started to flag the waiter down in confusion when Tianna interrupted, "It's ok we ordered these to try and lighten the mood, Shannon told us how nervous you were about sitting in on her behalf." "Can't believe this bitch forgot about us to go to lunch with Nia" Yvette stated as she took a strong gulp of her drink. "I'm not nervous any more thanks to you two"I stated calming down. I thought to myself, "but maybe this can calm me down to not have my dick showing for the rest of the meeting." We chatted some more with the twins giving me the history of their company and what brought on the desire to develop a new technology division. Yvette then gets up and says, "The rest of the pitch is going to be upstairs in a suite we have some of the products in the new line setup for you to demo," me and her sister stand up and I follow them both to the elevator. On the way to the elevator, we make a stop by the bar and Yvette orders another round of rum and cokes to be delivered to the suite. "The asses on these twins are ridiculous!!!" I mutter to myself as saunter in front of me, they both looked back and chuckled. I cursed to myself, "Oh sit did they hear me" but they continued to lead the way. I continued my conversation making sure to keep it in my head, "They just as easily could be top earning strippers at King of Diamonds as they are they co-presidents of a newly formed technology division." We make it to the suite and inside is quite the impressive display, there are 2 laptops, a full desktop, 1 tablet and a few different cameras all setup along the far right and back walls of the suite. It's an incredibly nice room, no surprise we are in the ritzy part of town. The room has a nice side foyer with an open door closet immediately to the left, the bathroom is few feet up on the right: a simple 3-piece washroom, and then it opens into a spacious living room with a full wall of bay windows and a 3-piece sectional sofa with a round coffee table in the middle. The room is as impressive as the collection of gadgets the twins had setup. I go around the room sampling each of the products while asking for the specs. It was clear to me why they were co-presidents, the chemistry between them was amazing. Yvette would give the description of the product and some of the capabilities it had and Tianna would follow it up with the technical perspective. I was able to understand both quite well, but being a CS major I was much more attentive when Tianna was talking. And if I didn't know better I would say it made Yvette jealous. As I continue demoing the other products Yvette would get closer and place a hand on my back to lead me over to the next item and brush hands with mine while I was tinkering away. As Tianna notices the extra attention Tianna starts trying to do the same; it felt like the start of foreplay and my dick enjoyed the attention. Tianna took it a step further and would rub on my dick with one hand while she pointed out different components of the product. I was caught off guard but help my composure as let her rub my dick and outline it to her satisfaction. I finished with the last item and as the technical brain behind each of the products Tianna asked, "What do you think of my talents?" I hesitated because my first thought was, "Your talents are great and I'm ready to see what other talents you have to offer," but I actually started off with, "They are great products and the specs on them are really cutting edge," walking over to the couch and taking a st I continued "I would probably buy any one of these myself and would def have the company invest in you guys but I don't have that kind of power. However, you have my word you will get an excellent review with Shannon." Yvette was about to speak when a knock came at the door. "Room Service" came a raspy voice from the other side. Tianna went to the door and came back a few seconds later with a drink tray full of rum and cokes. She set the drinks down and looked at her sister, Yvette looked back at her, they both turned to look at me and said in unison, "Now the real fun can begin." They both strolled over to the couch slowly, sensually unzipping their black form fitting dresses. I've never had fucked twins before nor had a threesome but I was finna blow they backs out and they aint even know it. Yvette reached me first, telling me to stand she grabbed my wrist and pulled herself into me with just enough force to tell me that she needed it hard and rough and would take no other way. Her other hand slipped up my back to my head and pulled my mouth into hers where I met her eager tongue. Her tongue snaked its way towards mine and started a heated tongue battle for dominance. I couldn't let her think she was in control, so my free hand began rub her voluptuous ass and without warning I cocked my hand back and smack the shit out of her ass grabbing I nice cuff at the end. She tried to hold her moans back but to no avail she arched her backed and wailed out in ecstasy, "OH FUCKKKK DADDY" In that moment my mouth was free, I bite down on her neck causing her to clamp and dig her nails into my back. I keep up my assault on her neck, and she was moaning into my chest, "Shit Shit…..oh right there baby that feels so fucking good don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop UUUGGGGGHHHHHH.." She continued on like that for the next minute or so as I never let up my attack. When I first started on her neck, I had locked eyes with Tianna and gave her a look that said "she was next" but then looked down at Yvette for a few seconds. When I looked back to where she was standing she was gone and I hadn't seen her since. Suddenly, I felt all of these sensations coming from my dick: hot, cold, wet and slippery when I then feel a firm sensation like a pair of hands griped the bottom of my shaft and start stroking vigorously. I start to feel my knees weakening and I fall back onto the couch in disbelief of what was happening. Tianna had forced me to a seating position and was going ham on my shit: licking the shaft up and down, swallowing the head, lightly grazing her teeth on me, I mean this was clearly not the first dick she had sucked. I don't remember when she had gotten my pants or my boxers down and at this point I ain't really give a shit either. She slurped on the head of dick like a straw looking through my eyes into my soul; she popped my dick out of her mouth with a loud SMACK! "Do you like it papi? With a dick this fucking big you can have me anytime, anyplace;" she started sloppily sucking on my fat head and every time she would come up for air she would talk to herself in awe, "…….DAMN……how the fuck……is it…..so….fucking….huge…." "I'm not just big up top" I responded proudly. I don't brag on my dick too much but at 11 inches long and about 4 inches thick or so with a slight upward curve to it, I could def be found in the BBC section of .com if I filmed. She was trying her hardest to get me to tapout, but I didn't lose to her sister so I damn sure wasn't tryna lose to her and go 1-2 on the afternoon. I grabbed fist full of braids yanked her off my dick and said firmly, "You're naked why aren't I?" At first she looked irked that her efforts had been interrupted but hearing my authoritative tone, a smile slowly crept across face and she said, "I'm not sure sir, but let's fix that." At that very moment Yvette dropped her bra on my dick that was standing rock hard, thanks to her sister and said with an even dirtier look, "Yes…let's". She slowly loosens my tie, lifts it off and tosses it to the floor. She goes to sit on my lap but hovers over my dick and I can feel the heat coming off her pussy. Her sister, who had dispatched all of my lower garments without my notice…again, started rubbing my head back and forth across Yvette's slick opening. Yvette cooed with pleasure, "Damn baby sis, I know we agreed you was gonna get to fuck him first but I just can't help myself…" I said, "Wait? Whhhhhhaaaaaaa…….." and before I could get the question out Yvette slammed her thick ass all on my dick impaling her pussy with it. "FUCK" she exclaimed, "It's so fucking big….Oh I'm def tryna conquer this dick tonight, aw shit…..that's it daddy… hit all those spots……fuck you splitting me open." I was certainly in for a battle as Yvette wasn't hold back anything, she was throwing that ass at me with everything she had and I needed to regain control of the situation again. But my shirt was restricting my arms, so with one strong downward swipe I tore all the buttons on my dress shirt and started attempting to get my arms out of it. Tianna was more than happy to lend a helping hand; she pulled my sleeves up exposing my fully tatted chest and half sleeves on both of my bulging arms. "Oh damn papi, I like" Tiana cooed to me. With my arms free, I reached behind Yvette and grabbed two firm handfuls of her ass and started beating her pussy tha fuck up. I mean I was ramming my dick in her pussy as hard and fast as physically possible. Yvette was screaming out losing her mind, "Fuck daddy…..fuck this pussy just like that….oh shit baby…don't you dare stop fuck this pussy all day baby." "Whose pussy is it?" I asked smacking her ass repeatedly. "Yours daddy, all of it is fucking yours as long as you give me this dick", Yvette responded. Tianna looked in disbelief how this husky country nigga sprung her and her sister on the dick so fast…that had never happened before. "I may not have gotten to fuck the dick first but he definitely gonna get this pussy ate before yours" Tianna teased as she swung her leg over my shoulder placing her wet pussy right in my face. I didn't want to let go of Yvette but I saw a chance to catch Tianna off guard and couldn't pass that up. I wrapped my arm around her other leg and placed it on my shoulder, now both of her legs are being up on my shoulders and I really start diving into to her pussy with reckless abandon. I started vigorously strumming her slit with my tongue, I licked down her left lip to her ass and then back up the other side circling at her clit again. Tianna purred, "Shit daddy, you big, smart and know how to easy pussy like this, you really are the complete package." Shannon's words from yesterday's briefing rang in my head, "..you are the complete package," it finally occurred to me somethings happened behind the scenes to make this happen. "Ion give a fuck though. I'm living out a legit fantasy right now fuck how it happened" I thought to myself as I licked down her slit. Trying to open her up a bit more I spread her legs and rapidly forced my tongue in and out of her opening. "Oh shit daddy" they both exclaimed. They snapped to look at each other and the competitiveness of these twins revved up. Tianna started grinding her pussy into my face while pulling my face into her pussy and Yvette started bucking on my dick hard, grinding her pussy on my bone when she bottomed out. There was a lot of moaning happening and I loved every single second of it. Yvette cried out, "Oh Shit" her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she started shaking violently as the orgasm that had been building in her finally crashed over her. Tianna looked down from my shoulders, while I peeked up over her thigh, at her sister just in time to see her sister collapse down into me panting heavily. While she distracted with her sister, I vacuumed my lips to her protruding clit and sucked and feverishly flicked her clit side to side, "Fuck fuck right there daddy, "she yelped "Shit awwwww yes baby don't stop…. eat that pussy baby……fuck fuck fuck…. UGGGGGHHHHHHHH" were her final words as she started to shake on my shoulders just as her sister had a few moments ago. Her legs stiffened, she arched her back pushing more of her pussy in to my face, "Fuck Fuck fuck ohhhshiiiiii…...damn damn daaammmmsshiiiiiiitittt…. Oh my fucking goodness" she panted severely out of breath" …where the fuck did you learn to eat pussy like that, these Atlanta niggaz have never done anything like that to me not ever." Yvette had already climbed off of me and laid on edge of the couch, so Tianna asked, "Can you put me down? I need to rest for a minute." Tianna was thick in all the right places but I had been lifting weights heavier than her since I was 16, so it wouldn't have been a challenge to lay her down from off of my shoulders, and thankfully it wasn't impossible for me to do what I wanted to do. With a grin she couldn't see, I said, "No Problem." I stood up with her still on my shoulders causing her to let out an impressed gasp. I grabbed her firmly by her hips and left her back just slightly off of my shoulders, only to slam her down on my hard and waiting dick. It took her breath away in an instant; panting heavily she said, "Oh…fucking shit……this is the biggest…dick… that has…ever been… inside me………… holy……fucking shit." I let her pussy adjust to the size of my intruder and once I felt her pussy loosen I began fucking Tianna like there was no tomorrow; I started thrashing in and out of her pussy, fucking her like I had a grudge to take out on her. She was using ever curse word she knew, "Shit…Fuck….Damnit…..Holy Hell…..Shit shit shit" she uttered over and over. I'm not sure if it was helping her take the dick or not but it was definitely helping my primal urges. Hearing that just made her slam her down harder and meet every thrust. It was like a competition I was having between my upper body and my lower body and her pussy was the beneficiary. After a lil while my arms got a bit tired but I had already anticipated this; on the wall adjoin to the bay windows was rug hanging up with some sort of geometric design on it. I had her by the legs and walked over to the rug, every step slightly bouncing her off then back on my dick. We made it to the wall in a dozen steps or so and I pined her up against the rug with my arms around her waist now. I'm not sure if anybody could see us up here on the 28th floor but if they could they were about to be in for a real show. I said, "Wrap ya legs around my waist and don't fucking drop them." By now my dominant side had completely taken over and this was a whole different ball game. Tianna said, "Or what"?!? I smacked her thigh leaving a mark and said "You don't want to find out" The first few minutes she did what she was supposed to do: took this dick, moaned and called me daddy, papi, etc. in the sexiest of ways. Then I felt her left leg loosen and then both legs fell down from around my waist. I looked at her and she looked into my eyes attempting to looked surprised and innocent saying "…Oops…" when in fact we both knew she was testing me. I may not like the test I have to take in school, but this kind of test was designed for me to obliterate. I shook my head softly saying, "Tisk Tisk Tisk, you did this to yourself…. remember that" and with a grin on her face that said "do you worst." I put both of her legs up on my shoulder, leaving only her back pinned to the wall and her pussy lined up perfectly with my dick. I said, "Happily and firmly;" I maneuvered my dick to her opening and proceeded to slowly feed my dick to her pussy; she was tight, how she was so tight I'll never understand but I didn't care inch-by-inch I sank into her hot and wet tunnel until I bottomed out when my balls rested on her ass. I gave her a few seconds to enjoy it, but just before she had the chance to moan I had pulled my dick out all the way to the tip and rammed it back in her. I waited for her to say anything, a word a moan or otherwise and when she did I pulled out and rammed back in just slightly faster. A few more times of this I had slowly built up a rhythm and was fucking her at a solid yet firm pace. Tianna pleaded, "Fill me up daddy, I need to feel you cum in this pussy baby…...please." I hesitated and looked at her confused, "Nigga Im the damn pill, now finishing busting the fucking nut off" she demanded. I place a hand on each of her hips and stroked my dick in and out of that wet pussy like my life depended on it: in and out in and out, back and forth as hard and fast as my legs will move me. Just as I was reaching my breaking point, Tianna starts crying out and spasming as her pussy is literally leaking juices everywhere; down her ass crack, on the floor, down my legs with a small puddle was forming at my feet. I fucking lost it and dove into her pussy three more good times and I let it fucking go. My dick felt like a fire hose tryna douse her pussy in my creamy nectar. I felt like I was coming gallons for a minute or two; it didn't feel like it was going to stop any time soon. Rope after rope after fucking rope exploded in her pussy and I fucked her during the whole eruption. By now she had been screaming and had practically passed out being held to the wall. I finally stopped cumming after what felt like an eternity and nearly fell to the ground with Tianna on top of me. But I managed to fall into the wall and let both of our bodies slide to the puddle of our juices on the floor. As I sat on the floor I look up to see Yvette coming down from a climax of her own. She makes eye contact with me and slowly pulls her fingers out her pussy and licks them clean. She walks over to us and joins us on the floor. "I should be kind of jealous I didn't get this treatment" she joked as she sat her sister up and tucked a few braids behind Tianna's ear, "But watching you and that dick give my sister more than she could handle definitely makes up for it." I sat up against the wall still recovring thinking to myself, "Not only did I fuck an amazing pair of twins, and fuck them in a threesome no less……one of the twins is a fucking squitter and she has covered me in all of fucking juices." "This was the best day ever" I said slightly louder than I meant to. I look up to hear an all too familiar voice say, "I bet it was…" my jaw dropped when I saw Shannon sitting on the couch.
Introduction: You have to read pt1 to get some backround, sorry for the tease. As we got out of the pool I just stared at Mrs. Jenkins. I still had a full erection and was planning to go to the bathroom asap. As she turned to go to her room, I turned to go to the bathroom, but got one last look at Mrs. Jenkins, and that's when she signaled me over. I hesitantly walked over and into Mrs. Jenkins' room. She unsnapped her bra and leaned in towards me. At first I was shocked and didn't know what to do, but soon enough I lent in the last inch and had a real passionate kiss. As we continued to kiss she reached down and grabbed my throbbing member through my wet boxers. I felt like I was about to explode as we kissed. I brought my arms around her and squeezed her ass tightly. I think this took her by surprise when she broke our kiss and looked down at me. That's when she turned me and pushed me on the bed. I knew what was coming as she licked her lips while pulling down my boxers. I closed my eyes for a second and the next thing I knew I felt a warm, wet engulfing feeling around my dick. It was like nothing I've ever felt before. I was in heaven as she began bobbing her head slowly. She could almost fit her mouth around it and she attempted to several times, but gagged. I felt like I was going to cum way too soon so I did my best to hold it in. She began just sucking on the head as she wrapped a hand around the shaft and stroked quickly. It seemed like 50,000 things were rushing through my mind and I couldn't describe how great it felt. I told her in a whisper "I'm cumming" and she removed her hand and begin deepthroating me again. Soon enough I came and she just kept bobbing her head, taking in squirt after squirt. I was out of breath as she removed her head and smiled at me, sucking down the last of my juices. I leaned up to kiss again and was about to grab her breasts when she pushed me away. She then said "I have to go, we'll finish later, ok?" I didn't even have to say anything as I sat there in shock of what just happened. I sat in silence as she got dressed. She told me to stay there as she left her room. I pulled up my boxers but I was still semi-erect. She came back with a dildo. I just sat there as I stared at her holding the dildo. She told me to pull down my boxers and I did. She began stroking me again and once I was hard she compared the size of the dildo to me. Although I was about 2 inches longer, it was much thicker. She told me that I'd have to take care of myself once Owen goes to sleep, and then we can finish up once I get back. Or if you can hold it, that would be even better. I was still sitting there in silence, confused, shocked, happy. I didn't know what to think as she put the dildo in her drawer and finished getting dressed. She sat on the bed next to me and asked me to put on her heels for her. As I was putting them on, I looked up her dress and saw that she was wearing no panties. I asked if she normally doesn't wear panties to meetings. She told me she does, but wanted to give me a few of what was to come later. And with that she stood up, looked in the mirror, and walked out her door. She said dinner is in the fridge, I'll be back around 11. Call if there is any trouble. And with that, I just stared at her ass as she walked to her car. I went to the bathroom and got dressed, then went downstairs to catch up with Owen. The entire time babysitting Owen felt like hell. I was semi-erect the entire time just think about Mrs. Jenkins and her body. I couldn't believe what had happened. I was in a trance for the entire evening. Soon enough, Owen was tired and went off to bed. I followed him up and turned off the lights making sure he needed nothing else before I went downstairs. He shooed me away saying everything was fine and I went back downstairs. I began watching tv. After about an hour I got bored and decided to go snooping around Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins' room. I found a bra that showed 38D. That seemed about right, if I had any idea what I was talking about. I continued snooping, sniffing every bra and panty there was to sniff. Soon enough I found myself with a full erection attempting to break out of my jeans. I heard the door open upstairs; it was only 10:15. "Shit" I thought, trying to do my best to put all the clothes back where I found them. I went upstairs, thinking of an excuse to be down there. As I got up I saw both Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, "Damnit" I thought. Mr. Jenkins asked what I was doing downstairs, and I just told him I was looked around the entire house, admiring the new additions (They actually rearranged everything and added a new floor to the house a few months ago). He shrugged it off and asked if Owen was any trouble. I replied a simple no. I don't think Mr. Jenkins noticed the small bulge in my jeans but I think Mrs. Jenkins did. Mrs. Jenkins turned to Mr. Jenkins and said that she would take me home and pay me. I smiled and waiting for Mrs. Jenkins to begin walking out. We got in the car and she grabbed my bulge through my jeans. She asked if anyone was home. I said that my mom would be asleep and my brother is out with some friends. She said alright, well your room is downstairs right? I said yes and smiled at her, knowing what she was thinking. After the first turn we ran into a red light. She told me to slide down my jeans and boxers. I did so without hesitating. She began stroking me and massaging her own breast. The light turned green very quickly and I saw Mrs. Jenkins focusing on the road. I leaned over and pulled one arm strap of her dress and bra down. I then leaned even farther over her, kissed her neck, and pulled the other side down. I stayed in that position and began kissing her neck and massaging her breasts. I kissed my way down to her left breast and began sucking on her nipple and playing with he right breast with my right hand. I used my left hand to slide up her leg, bringing her dress up with me. I reached to go under her panties when I remember she had none on. I began just sliding 2 fingers on the lips as I continued kissing and playing with her breasts. As much as I wanted to continue the car stopped and we were at my home. She pushed me off and brought her straps back up onto her shoulders. I pulled my jeans and boxers up, then opened the door for her. We walked in quietly, and my room was right next to the door. I told her to go in and make herself comfortable, and I would be right back down. I ran upstairs, I woke my mom up, told her I was home, told her I was going to sleep, She nodded me off and went back to sleep. I ran back downstairs and opened my door to find Mrs. Jenkins in stockings and a bra, lying down in my bed. As I walked over, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then pulled them down. There was a huge bulge in my boxers and as I climbed onto the bed I pulled my shirt off. I climbed on top of her and we kissed passionately. Our tongues locked as my hands roamed her body. I pressed my body against hers, and she flipped us over, leaving her on top. We continue to kiss and I move my hands around her to undo her bra. She pulled down my boxers and we continued to kiss and press our bodies against each other. I was rock hard and my dick was begging to go inside her. She knew and told me to lean back and let her do the work. I smiled for a second and then watched as she began to mount me. At first she went in slow, saying how long it has been since her husband had sex with her. I couldn't think about her as I was in heaven. A wet, tight, smooth feeling embraced me and my throbbing member as I entered her for the first time. I let out deep breathes as she began to ride me up and down. I looked up and saw her staring at my ceiling with her eyes closed, and tits bouncing. I reached up and grabbed them. I began playing with her nipples as she continued to ride me faster and faster. I can't even describe how I felt, but I know I never wanted it to end. I felt like I was going to cum as she started picking up the pace even more. I let out moans of pleasure and let my hands move down from her breasts to her hips, rocking with each bounce. Everything was in unison, she began moaning too and I ended up coming before her, although I told her to keep going until she came. She moaned as my cum filled her. I got hard again from her cum covering my once again hard member. The night was only beginning, and I was already in heaven.
Introduction: A wife gets back at her husband. Vegenance is indeed sweet. Chapter 1 Their completely different work schedules had not allowed them to engage in any sex play over the last week; they had only just managed to secure a single over-nighter in a big city hotel room before their schedules parted them again. Their stark reality was that they had to accept work in binges, whenever it came. This trickled down into everything in their lives, especially their sex life. Be that as it may, Lori had not forgotten Peter's skillful teasing from the previous weekend, and meant to pay him back, in spades. Her well-prepared vengeance was about to hit him between the eyes. She didn't think there was anything in the universe that could have dampened her spirits at that moment. She glanced at the clock radio; her timing had to be perfect. She was lying on the bed next to him, wearing nothing but her yellow bikini panties; she could see right through the sheer, soft fabric. She loved the feel of it on her shaven pussy, loved being aware that she was wearing them under her jeans, while men went about their business all around her. She adored the way Peter's eyes lit up when his gaze dropped to her panties. Peter was completely naked, his head on the pillow, gamely attempting to tease her by pretending to be interested in the political commentary running on CNN. Lori knew that, ironically, he actually was interested in it, but was too aware of the brevity of their one night together this week to actually risk losing this night of sex. She almost felt sorry for him; almost, but not quite. "Honey," she whispered in his ear, "Is it all right if I play with myself while you watch TV? That's not going to bother you, is it?" Without waiting for an answer she laid back on her pillow, and put a hand in her panties. His cock twitched as his eyes took her in -- a petite brunette with a fine ass, a ready laugh, and -- lamentably, she figured -- breasts that had begun to sag slightly. Peter loved them, loved nothing better than to bury his face in them, kissing and sucking on her extremely sensitive nipples, but she ... well, she made her peace with gravity a while back, but dammit, if she could have the breasts of her mid-twenties back ... ah well. Regrets were valueless things. All that mattered was that Peter's attitude toward her maturing body had never changed; if anything, he had become even more entranced by her sexiness. They had known each other for almost two decades now. Peter had always -- right from the beginning -- maintained that it was her sensuality, her sexy personality, that attracted him, not the way particular body parts waxed or waned. After two decades she was almost beginning to believe him. She brought her hand up to her mouth, wet her fingers, put them back down between her legs. She knew damn well Peter would be watching her play with her clit and labia, and that it would now be only a matter of time before he figured he might have to take part in some way. Poor sucker. Lori groaned as her stimulated clit sent shivers up her spine. She re-moistened her fingers. "Suck my nipples," she ordered huskily, as her wet fingers moved faster and faster over her clit. He complied, gently licking and sucking a nipple, while his warm hands grasped her breasts roughly. He knew that she loved her breasts to be squeezed precisely like that, knew that it added an element of something forbidden that she could not give voice to. She groaned as the beginnings of an orgasm caught her breath -- her legs tightening in a visegrip, she released her clit and threw her arms out for balance. The feeling boiled up from inside her, slowly at first, but in a super-heated geometric progression that built to a bursting climax of sensations; it was as though her body now needed to release these pure feelings of lust in shudders and groans and trembles. Quivering, Lori's legs and back arching, she rolled over and gasped delightedly. "Oh. My. God," she cried. "Urmm, that was a good one." "You think?" Peter added, his voice deferential. "Must be the CNN." She laughed and rolled over. Slipping her panties down and off, she moved over on top of Peter, whose eyes suddenly widened in delighted anticipation. It was just the standard cowgirl position, but it was a good place to start. Wiggling around a bit, she positioned herself and slipped over his whole seven inches in one smooth motion. He pretended to appear shocked at her take-charge attitude. "Why, you ... you vixen!" he cried in mock terror. "Whatever will you make me do?" "Shut up and suck on my tits," she ordered, beginning to ride his hard cock in earnest. "You don't mind getting fucked, do you? Can you still see the TV?" Lori knew that right about now, with his cock deep inside her, and her tits dangling before his eager tongue, what Peter wanted most in the world was to either keep fucking her like this, or start eating her pussy. The dirtier she spoke to him, the more aroused he became. She glanced at the clock radio again, timing her ride precisely. "Is it okay if I ride you for a bit?" she wondered out loud. "Wanna slide a finger in my ass?" His eyes glazed over as his head began to arch backward. Now! She climbed off quickly, slid her yellow panties on, threw on a bathrobe. Her timing was just right. If only -- "Wha -- what --?" Peter moaned as he squirmed on the bed. His head was pressed far back into the pillows, but he was coming back down from his sexual high, his orgasm denied him. "Come ... come back here," he called. There was a knock on the door. Lori moved into the front room, toward the door. Good thing he couldn't see her evil smirk. "You ... you're gonna answer that?" Peter wondered. "Did you order room service?" His glistening cock was shrinking fast. "Sort of," Lori said, her hand reaching for the door handle. Peter was oblivious. "All right," he cheered. "Champagne!" A moment later, Lori was back in the bedroom. "Peter," she said without preamble. "This is Minx. Is it all right if we both fuck you ... at the same time?" Peter's head snapped over, his jaw literally dropping open, his eyes as wide as they could go. Blood drained from his face; his cock had gone into hiding. He was unable to speak. "Oh my goodness," said Minx kindly. "He's terrified! Let's get a drink into him and turn that frown upside down!" She was a tall, gangly blonde in her mid-thirties, bright blue eyes framed by shoulder length hair that simply refused to stay off her bangs. A gorgeous, shimmering gown hid what must be a fit body; Lori was pleased. She'd instantly liked Minx over the phone, and was pleasantly surprised by her compassion and physical beauty. "You're even more beautiful in person than you are in real life," Lori joked. "I'll pour some wine." "I love Woody Allen movies," Minx admitted delightedly, recognizing the quote. "I got into them first to have something to talk about with my clients, but it turns out Woody makes a very funny movie." She swept her bangs clear. Beet-red, Peter got off the bed and slipped his bathrobe on. He waggled a finger at Lori. "Very funny," he shook his head. "Very funny." Lori set out three wine glasses. Minx refused hers, saying, "Never while I'm working. But go ahead, enjoy it." Peter took Minx's and his, draining them both as if he'd been lost in the desert for weeks. As Lori lifted her glass to her lips, she was delighted and pleased, and glad that Peter couldn't see her grinning from ear to ear. Her vengeance was proceeding exactly as planned. "Lori shared with me that your all-time favorite fantasy is to be in a threesome, with two women," Minx explained gently. "She did that, huh?" Peter said. "I ... uh ... " "That it was your biggest turn-on, that you have intense orgasms when you two role-play a threesome fantasy." "Huh," Peter stammered. "She said that, huh?" "Peter," Minx explained. "I've been a professional escort for about five years now, after burning myself out temping for minimum wage. I'm clean; my clients are clean. And I'm damn hot, right?" Peter was speechless. Lori could tell he wanted to say something, and she thought she might know what the problem was. "Peter," she explained softly. "You're not betraying me if you tell her she's beautiful. Hell, she's hot!" "Right," Minx added. "You two love each other intensely, that's easy to see. And now I need you to tell me how much more beautiful than almost everyone else I am; so I can get in the mood! Did that come out right?" The three of them laughed, relaxing; Peter's intense embarrassment faded. "It's just I never really experimented when I was younger, and now that I'm forty ... " "I get it," said Minx, sweeping the hair off her bangs again. Her large blue eyes blinked slowly at them. "I did," Lori added. "Experimented with a threesome, I mean. Ex-hubby thought it would be cool, but there was no intimacy, it was all about him and his buddy. I was a tool, basically ... " She didn't enjoy thinking back to those emotionless days. That had been a whole other life. "Honestly," Minx explained. "Most people are pretty straight and narrow. Except for my regulars, almost all my clients feel some sense of embarrassment at first, whether they're young hotshots off the rigs, or lawyers and doctors going from one conference to another. I can be embarrassed too -- one time this guy's mom came into the room and wanted me to start picking out mail-order brides for her son. While we were having sex!" Lori laughed. "You must have some good stories to tell." "Don't even go there, girl," Minx demured. "Let's just say you can't make this stuff up." Minx swept the hair off her forehead and eyed Peter questioningly. "Are you relaxed enough to unzip me?" Peter's eyes involuntarily flew to Lori. She stepped up to him, kissed him deeply. "I want this. For the next hour, I want this. More than anything!" He responded, desperately needing her assurance. "Forty-five minutes, actually," Minx interjected sweetly. "Unless you've got more cash." Lori could see Peter work up the courage to proceed. They were both very much aware of how intimacy makes sex so much better, turning simple climaxes into wild, screaming uber-orgasms. Where there was trust, there was intimacy. It had taken him this long to relax and begin to trust Minx, that she would not humiliate him somehow. Lori also knew with certainty that Peter's hesitation was not about the transactional sex, the prostitution; he was emotionally intelligent enough to be very much aware that sex trade workers were real people like everyone else. He grew up in a household that actively judged, labelled, profiled; but he had learned better more than twenty years ago. Lori figured he might have been fighting his inner demons, the guilt feelings that urged him to stop betraying the love of his life. She nibbled his neck in encouragement. Drawing breath, he stepped closer to Minx. She slipped off the barstool she'd been sitting on, turned her back to him. He unzipped her slowly, careful not to damage what was probably a thousand dollar dress. By the way it collapsed smoothly into itself around Minx's feet, Lori thought it might be silk. Lori's breath caught in her throat. This woman was stunning. Her lacy black bra and matching thong panties framed a toned belly, and thighs and ass that appeared trim and fit. Breasts that were not that much bigger than Lori's, but far firmer, stood out perkily. Minx caught Lori's envious stare, and joked, "I know. The day gravity kicks in on these babies I'm gonna be at the pub having a pint." She pulled off her nylons, tossed them in a heap on top of the dress. "So, Peter," Minx said quietly, lifting her arms over her head and doing a slow pirouette. "Are we having fun yet?" Chapter 2 Lori -- fighting some embarrassment herself -- let her bathrobe slip to the floor. "Ooooh," Minx called out delightedly. "Cute panties, girl! I love yellow!" "Peter goes nuts for panties," Lori explained, pouring more wine for her and Peter. She was beginning to get a good buzz on. "Does he now?" Minx breathed. "Suppose I don't need this, then," she continued, dropping her bra to the floor. Her gorgeous breasts, tipped by the tiniest, pinkest nipples Lori had ever seen, bobbed happily, reveling in their freedom. Peter's cock jumped to attention. Tossing his bathrobe aside, he walked to Lori, took a sip from his wine and kissed her passionately, as if all there was left in the world was this kiss, or oblivion. The world receded away from her as she sank into a stupor of desire for his touch, his presence, his maleness. They kissed deeply for about five minutes, exploring each other's hot, moist mouths while Minx slowly danced to some music in her head. The sensuality of the moment was making Lori dizzy. Eventually Peter -- his cock as rock-hard as Lori had ever seen it -- turned to Minx and whispered something in her ear. "Really?" Minx wondered. "Then what?" Peter added something, causing her to raise her eyebrows. "If you say so, Peter." She shrugged and braced herself on the bar counter, pushing her ass out toward him. Her legs were tightly closed. Peter dropped to his knees, peeled down Minx's black thong slightly. She watched, smiling gently. Her brain clouded by a mist of alcohol and desire, Lori watched Peter pull Minx's athletic ass cheeks apart, and begin to slide his wet tongue over her anus, over and over. Minx moaned in approval. "Oh yeah, big guy, there you go ..." As Peter began also licking Minx's panties, Lori's clit suddenly sent out a ripple of hot jabs. She realized she'd had a hand in her panties, playing with herself as if her life depended on it. Jagged bolts of sensation were shooting all through her groin. Minx spread her legs as a faraway look came over her eyes. "Taste my pussy, Peter. Go ahead, now!" Peter moved his head between Minx's legs and licked her panties, from her clit to as far back as he could go in that position. Minx grunted delightedly. When he pulled her thong out of the way, exposing her smoothly shaved pussy, Minx added, "Come on now." Her hair hid her eyes, but she left it alone, focused on other things. Lori, overcome by the sight of her hubby's head between this gorgeous blonde's legs, collapsed onto a barstool with a moan. Her hand had stopped moving a while back, but incredibly, the very idea that she was eight feet from a beautiful blonde who was beginning to dig being eaten by Peter kept pushing her brain's stimulation higher and higher. With a surprised grunt, Lori watched herself gush cum through her panties. Minx looked back, approving. "Oh yeah, girl, go!" Lori slid off the barstool, realized she was still cumming. With a shocked groan she lowered herself to the hardwood floor. "Omigod," she breathed through clenched teeth. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Minx humping Peter's face. "Oh no," she groaned, as she could feel her insides get hot and hotter again. "How can I keep --?" Cum literally shot out of her with the force of a waterfall. Groaning she collapsed onto her back on the floor, her world contracting to the singular desire to experience this lust, over and over. Minx looked down to her in astonishment. "My goodness, Peter," she said. "Your wife has the biggest hard-on I've ever seen -- she is seriously turned on." Peter came over, his long, frizzy dark hair thrown around his head wildly. His bright eyes smiling at her, he said, "I think it's time we put you on something soft." He kissed her, stuck his tongue into her mouth as far as it would go. Lori tasted him, but also Minx's pussy, and a hint of Lavender. Hungrily she tried to absorb his tongue, tried to merge with the sensations of desire that overcame her. She'd always considered herself straight, with the idea of being close to a woman's pussy a complete turn-off. For no reason she understood, very occasionally -- when she and Peter gently injected the idea into their sexplay -- it had the opposite effect, turning her orgasms into bone-jarring, screaming affairs driven by feelings of lust so pure she hardly recognized them. This was rapidly turning into one of those moments. Minx helped her up, and together they made their way to the king-size bed. "Lay down on your back, Peter," Minx suggested, sweeping hair out of her bangs. "Not too close to the wall." He did as she suggested, propping his head up on a couple of pillows. His cock stood straight up, pre-cum oozing freely. Lori figured wrily that he must have overcome his embarrassment at some point. In fact, if she didn't know any better she might have pointed out that it was possible Peter's cock was the biggest she had ever seen. How interesting! Lori pulled off her panties, climbed up onto the bed. "My initial idea was to have you sit on his face, with me riding his cock," Lori told Minx. "But now I really need him to eat me. Do you mind sliding down onto him?" Minx smiled, ripping open a packaged condom. "Not at all, honey; it's part of the full-service agreement." "Throw me your panties too, please," Lori said, grinning. "Oh God ... " groaned Peter. "You know what's coming, don't you?" said Lori, deftly catching Minx's black thong. As Lori watched Minx roll the condom over Peter's cock, her insides threatened to ignite again. Pushing these feelings down ruthlessly -- just for the moment -- she balled up their two panties and dangled them a few inches over Peter's face. "What have we here?" she wondered. "I came into these yellow ones, and Minx was wearing hers while you were eating her pussy." "Oh God ... " Peter groaned, his eyes glazing over. "You want to smell them, don't you?" Lori continued ruthlessly. "You want to lick these panties, these panties that have our pussies all over them ... " Peter's head was rolling back, his whole body tensing. Lori shoved her face close to his. "Oh no, you don't!" she demanded. "Come back here, you fucker ...!" Turning to Minx, she added quietly, grinning broadly, "See how easy it is?" "Come back here, Peter," Lori urged him gently. "I haven't sat down on your face yet; Minx is nowhere near your cock. You need to come back down so you can watch Minx slide down onto your cock." "Okay ... " Peter panted, straining to get control over himself. "Okay ... " Despite her obvious amusement at the plight she had put Peter in, Lori was intensely aroused by the sight of the incredibly fit Minx now slowly lowering herself down onto the length of Peter's cock. "Oh yeah," Minx added delightedly. "That's better. Now we're cooking with gas!" Her breasts jiggled gently as she slowly settled in around Peter's cock. "Oh yeah." Minx sounded extremely pleased. Peter's mouth was open, his head thrown back again. A continuous groan slowly crept from his lips. "Hey, Peter," Lori called to him. "Focus, please. How does she feel?" It took Peter a moment to get control of himself, but he eventually replied, "She feels ... tight. Wet, but still ... tight." "I've been told that," Minx added happily, sweeping hair off her bangs that fell back into place instantly. She began riding Peter's cock with a slow but steady rhythm. "You feel good inside me, Peter, I have to say ... " Unable to keep her own lust in check any longer, Lori climbed up onto Peter's face, whimpering softly to herself. Holy shit, Minx was a hottie! Peter's strong hands grasped her ass tightly and shoved her pussy onto his chin as far as it would go. Lori moaned contentedly as his tongue began washing through her labia, occasionally flicking her clit mischieviously. "Oh baby," Peter's voice came up to her, muffled. "Sweetie, you taste incredible." As Lori rode her husband's face with abandon, she became aware that Minx was humping him faster and faster. Little grunts of enjoyment began coming from behind her, coinciding with the noises of Minx's ass and pussy slapping down onto Peter with ever increasing speed and force. Could it be that Minx was enjoying herself? Was it possible? Lori braced her arms against the wall, glanced back at Minx. Her soft, blond hair thrown wildly about her head, Minx rode Peter's cock as if it was the last time she would ever get to do it. She lifted herself all the way up, so that his head was just outside her sopping pussy entrance, and then slammed herself down onto his pelvis. She repeated this over and over, faster and faster. It seemed to Lori that she had forgotten all about them, that her world had contracted to simply riding Peter's cock, over and over. "Oh God," Minx moaned. "Urmmnh ... oh yeah ...." Her firm breasts would have flown off her chest if they hadn't been attached. "Oh yeah ... oh yeah ...!" Minx cried huskily, completely abandoned to the moment. Lori looked at Peter eating her pussy, her eyes glazing over. She could feel herself climbing toward orgasm, needed the wall for support. Her legs squeezed shut around Peter's head; he drove his tongue up inside her hot, moist pussy hole and kept it there. "Duhh ... ohh ...!" She tried to catch her breath but something was preventing her from breathing. In a delightful confusion of signals, Lori's brain triggered a trembling orgasm that had her clawing the wall. Incredibly, her straining body responded by releasing a geyser of cum that gushed straight into Peter's face. She screamed, every nerve in her body gasping for breath. Peter shoved himself up into her with an intensity of purpose that pushed her overloaded pleasure centers even higher. "Omigod," Minx called out. "Omigod, she's turned on! Look at her fucking go!" Lori bucked, screamed, threw herself into the wall for support. She was way beyond any point where she might have retained some control, to come back down a little, to not flay her hyper-stimulated nerves to the breaking point. Her imagination was inside Minx's panties; inside her own panties; inside Peter's tongue as he ate her gushing pussy. She screamed again, hammering the wall. Her body flowed a river of hot cum all over Peter's face. Minx suddenly stopped humping Peter, her mouth hanging open and her own muscles tensing. "Omigod, girl, what are you doing to me? What're you --!" She slowly tightened up, her arms looking as though they might squeeze off her own tits. She slowly toppled off Peter's cock, and collapsed onto the bed, her back and legs arching. "Hmmm ...!" she groaned, her own orgasm overtaking her. She lay shuddering on her side, her moans muffled by the bed spread. Lori was only dimly aware of Minx collapsing in an orgasmic heap. Her awareness had fixed onto the continuously cycling thought of the scent of her and Minx's panties. Through a haze of lust and emotion she realized their two panties were still laying next to Peter's head, where she had dropped them. Whimpering with urgent need, she groped for and found them. She shoved them under her nose -- held them with her teeth -- and her body re-ignited like a rocket. The scent of her own cum mixed with the lavender of Minx's freshly showered pussy, drove her brain into a realm of overdriven lust that threatened to split her head open. Lori screeched in astonishment, pounded her fists against the wall, began screaming in earnest. Her eyes pinned wide open, and her body locked into an uncontrollable loop of orgasm, she toppled off Peter's face. She shuddered, screamed, came; shuddered, screamed, came. All the world was gone; she was pure, crystalline lust distilled onto the head of a single nerve. After her screams faded to moans, and those to whimpers, she realized she was laying on her back, her legs straight up in the air. Peter was thrusting his granite cock into her, using her raised legs to steady himself. "I gotta cum in you, baby," he breathed huskily. "I gotta cum in you ...!" Minx was laying next to her, sliding her own fingers in and out of her sweet, tight pussy contentedly. As Peter humped himself closer and closer to his own orgasm, Lori remembered why they were here. She smiled sweetly at her husband, and urged him, "Oh yeah, sweetie, come on ...! Are you fucking me with the same cock that was inside Minx? You know how much that turns me on?" Peter's humping slowed as his eyes glazed over. His head slowly tipped back. Suddenly Lori pushed him off of her. "What --! What are --?" Peter stammered, his eyes blinking rapidly. He collapsed forward onto the bed, groaning desperately. Lori pulled her soaked panties on, tossed Minx's underwear up to her. "We have just enough time for a quick drink in the lobby," Lori suggested. "If we hurry." Minx laughed. "Always. Well, okay, not always ... but this one time, for sure!" She hurried back into her clothes. As Lori pulled on her clothes and shoes, Peter lay on the bed, his massive hard-on pointing straight up at the ceiling. "Are you insane?" he gibed them. "Come back here! The two of you are joking, right?" As her and Minx walked out the door, Lori turned back to Peter. "We aren't joking. What we are, is ... even." Grinning contentedly, she pulled the door shut.
Introduction: A nurse and her CNA have a great time taking special care of their patients over a slow weekend. This short story is a work of fiction describing sexual acts between men and women, men and men, and women and women. If any of these are not your 'cup of tea' I recommend that you read no farther. Also, if you are not of sufficient age to be reading stories containing adult content you should not read farther. You could save it for when your older. B. J. Hornee Memorial Hospital by TW with help from MM It was a slow weekend evening at Hornee. With only three patients on the orthopedic wing, the staff had been cut down to just one RN and one CNA. Annette, a shapely 32 year old RN with dark hair and a lovely Mediterranean complexion, twelve years experience, knocked before opening the door of room 2714 then entered. "How can I help you Mr. Gowen?" she asked. "That guy next door is blasting me with his god damn radio again. You know, this IS a fucking hospital" 50 year old widower Mr. Gowen grumbled. "Yes. I hear it too. You're right. That's much too loud. I'll speak to him". "Thank you Annette" Mr. Gowen said smiling, grasping at a growing boner as his eyes locked onto the motion in her shapely bottom as she hustled out of his room. Annette could hear the tinny punk music spewing from 18 year old Danny's cell phone coming through the heavy door of 2715 even before she knocked and entered. The sight in front of her froze her dead in her tracks though. Her labia immediately began to swell and dampen as her eyes focused on Danny's best friend, squatting over him with his bare butt moving rapidly up and down Danny's rigid boner. Annette stood quietly and watched long enough to see Danny's lower urethra pulse with semen as he ejaculated into his friends colon. An orgasm radiated out through Annette's body leaving her quite wet down below. Then Kyle yelped "oh shit!" as he shot straight up off Danny when Annette said "Emm... ahh... Excuse me please? Could you please turn that music down? This is a hospital, you know". "And a fucking one too" she said to herself, "But do keep on what you were doing. Continue that therapy Kyle. God knows Danny needs it. He's got his hand wrapped around that thing every time I walk in". Annette first witnessed guy's having sex when she was twelve. She would hide behind a suitcase in her older brother's closet, masturbating, as she watched him and a friend sucking and fucking each other everyday after school. Home work you know... It's been a major turn on for her ever since. Annette stepped into the nurse's lounge to shove an ABD absorbent pad into her panties then hurried down the hall to 2725 to reset Mrs. Morgan's rate alarm. On the way back she saw Julie, her CNA, a wiry nineteen year old red head, coming out of 2718. "Come quick!. Check it out!" Annette whispered. They quietly opened 2715's door then slipped in to take a peek. Kyle was straddling Danny's head now, humping steadily into his mouth with his head tilted back and mouth open. They watched until they saw Kyle make his final thrust then Danny's Adam's apple move up and down to swallow Kyle's spunky load down. The show was over then so they slipped out. Danny became somewhat disturbed though when he heard the clack of the door closing, knowing they'd been observed again. The two women, so horny now, it was on shaky legs they made their way back to the nurses station. "Ok. I'll flip you for it." Julie said. "For what?" Annette asked, looking puzzled. "Clean Danny up. You said he came in his friends butt? Needs Dyna-Hex now. I'm going to see if he'll go for some head after that too. I hope he doesn't just like guys". "Well I need something right now girl. Like right now! And I don't just like guys" Annette exclaimed. "Ok. I no exactly what to do" Julie said with a knowing smile. Together they scanned the patient call board quickly. No calls! Then into an office space, that had a computer desk placed at a diagonal across a corner, they rushed. The diagonal placement added the empty corner to the floor space behind the desk. They new what to do with it. Julie dove underneath while Annette dropped her scrub bottoms and slid one leg out of her soggy panties. As she rolled under the desk, in the office chair with legs spread wide, Julie's tongue stabbed into her pussy. Right away Annette went off flooding Julie's slurping mouth with her first contractions. A few moments later she did that again. Then a few more moments later, she came still yet another time. Julie merrily swallowed all her secretions down. "Ok. Go take care of Danny" Annette panted, "I'll do vitals and catch calls". Danny went red faced when Julie tapped and walked in. Kyle wasn't there anymore. He had put his cloths back on and skedaddled after the women left. "Well Mr. Danny. Looks like you had yourself a pretty good time" Julie said with a smile, " I need to clean you up now. You know... down there". "Sorry about that. Can't lock that door you know. Hope we didn't gross you out too bad" Danny said, so embarrassed he thought his oh so red face might burst into flames. "Emm... Quite to the contrary. One of the hottest scenes I've seen ever" Julie said with a bit of a giggle. "Oh... Cool" Danny said, sounding relieved, "You liked that?" "Well... I love the way that stuff tastes myself. Cant blame anyone else for liking it too. So much fun getting it to come out you know" Julie said, shaping her lips like they were around something and bobbing her head. "Guys doing things like that are a turn on for me anyway". "Girls doing ah... similar things to that, you know like with each other, are big turn on for me" Danny said, hoping that she would agree. "Yeah. That's does it for me too. Looks like we have a lot in common" Julie said, a bit red faced and getting wetter by the second. "Ok lets get you cleaned up down there", Julie said as she pulled back his sheet. Danny was already hard again when Julie squirted Hexa-Clean on a wash rag then wrapped it around his stiff dick. After jacking him a bit with the wash rag she rinsed him with sterile water. "So you like doing what I was doing for Kyle?" "Oh I most definitely do. And the reward you get tastes so good" Julie said as she ran her hand up and down his ever so stiff member. "Well I know where you can get rewarded. Right now too" Danny said pointing at what she had in her hand. "Thought you'd never ask" Julie said, before she went down on him. Julie worked her tongue against the slit in his glans and the oh so sensitive area just below as she slid her lips up and down his rigid shaft. In no time she had him humping upward, spewing sperm across her tongue. Julie shuddered with a heavy orgasm as she swallowed her reward down. "Oh you are so delicious Danny" Julie exclaimed, "But look what you made me do. Oh you nasty boy" she teased as she dropped her scrub bottom and lifted a leg so he could see her soggy panties. "Sorry about that. How about a 'clean up on isle nine'? That's the least I can do". Julie shed her soggy undies then crawled up on the bed so she could straddle Danny's head and plant her soggy pussy on his face. Danny went to work straight away dragging his tongue back from deep in her hole to over her clit, again and again, while sucking out her delicious secretions. Several orgasms later Julie's lust was satisfied. Danny's jaws ached and his tongue was quite tired too. All the same he was grinning from ear to ear. Julie skipped down the hall then to the nurses station where she placed a big wet tongue stabbing kiss on Annette, making sure she would taste Danny's sperm. "Yum girl. Thank you. Your so sweet to share. Hold down the fort here. Mr. Gowen's asked for a sponge bath" Annette said as she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her scrub top, "I think he wants something else too". "Hey. That old guy has a big one" Julie said, smiling big eyed. "Emm hmm" Annette said with a knowing nod as she shoved a fresh ADB pad into the crotch of her panties. "I know its a bit late but would you mind if I give you that sponge bath now?". Annette asked as she rolled a stainless steel table in carrying a tub of warm water, bubble soap, sponge, and towels into 2714. "Just make sure you do a thorough job down here" Mr Gowen said, pointing downward towards his crotch. "Oh I promise I will" Annette said with something in her voice that exited him. Annette, bent forward over Mr. Gowen, cleaned under his chin with a damp cloth, then worked her way down. She was pleased to see his attention was on the opening in the top of her blouse. When she pulled his sheet the rest of the way down she paused for second or two for her eyes to take in a good eight inches of oh so thick, solid, throbbing man meat. Her gorgeous boobs, swaying about in her low cut bra, that she was sure he would notice in her partially opened scrub top, had done what she wanted them too. "If you'd rather, you could take care of yourself down here?" Annette asked, indicating his dick and balls. "Oh no! Do keep up your good work mam! Take your time and make sure I'm good and clean down there" Mr. Gowen said, nodding yes. Annette ran a line of bubble soap down the length of his member then picked him up with her gloved hand and slowly stroked. Its sheer weight alone was enough to pass a small orgasm out through her body. "That feels very good nurse. But emm...you know? It would feel even better if you put your mouth on it" Mr Gowen said, looking hopeful. Annette rinsed him then did as he suggested. Just the feel of sliding her lips over his smooth slippery glans combined with a touch of saltiness emitted from his slit brought on another small orgasm. Down she went then, again and again, until she had him so far back in her throat her nose rubbed into his soft curly pubes. Then up she came for air. "Your very good at that Annette" Mr. Gowen said with a smile "Bet that's not all your good at either". "Yes Mr. Gowen. There are two more things I know how to do with that lovely appendage you have there". "Be my guest Annette" Mr. Gowen said with a big grin, "Be my guest ". Annette gained a fascination with anal sex while watching her older brother and his best friend from her hiding spot in his closet. Gowen's was one of the largest she'd ever encountered. She fully intended to have every last bit of it installed in her descending colon before she was finished. She gave the curtain a good yank to make sure it was as far over as it could go then slipped out of her scrubs. Mr. Gowen's eyes did bulge a bit when she removed her bra, setting her perky C's free, then he let go a long sigh as her dark pubic V was revealed. Luckily he was not on telemetry or his heart rate would have set an alarm off! Annette climbed over him then to dangle first one, then the other, of her stiff nipples to his sucking mouth. At the same time she grasped his boner and rubbed its bulbous tip through her slit before setting back against him to start him into her vaginal passage. "Please don't cum here. I want your stuff in my butt" Annette whispered into Mr. Gowen's ear. "My wishes as well gorgeous woman". Annette worked herself down his shaft a little at a time, giving her body a chance to adjust to his girth as she went. Mr. Gowen resisted an impulse to shove up into her to once and for all have himself fully installed so that he could begin trusting into her. When Mr. Gowen's bulbous tip touched Annette's cervix, she stopped to just revel in the feeling of being so totally stuffed with dick. He was in as far she wanted him. Then back up again then down she slid fucking herself on his hefty dick. Annette watched Mr. Gowen closely for signs that his orgasm was nearing while she enjoyed herself on him. When he seemed to be getting close she rose up off him then directed the bulbous tip of his slippery shaft against her anal ring. Oh my! How her sphincter did stretch getting around that big purple plum she pushed back against it! Her own natural lubrication was almost to good. She had to be careful to not push back to hard then suddenly have his whole dick shoot up her ass when her sphincter popped over his glans. She did like to feel just a little pain when it first went in. But just a little though! Once her anal ring was safely locked around his thick shaft, just below his coronal ridge, down she went until her ass contained every last cubic inch of his big fat dick. Then fuck herself on him she did. When she was ready for his sperm, she began working the tightness of her anal ring over his glans and the sensitive area just below to give him the stimulation he needed to reach orgasm. Mr. Gowen thrust upward into her then to plant his seed as deep in her bowels as he could get it. Annette came with him so heavily that his balls dripped with her heavy secretions. Well, Julie's dating Danny and Kyle together now. Mr. Gowen is trying to get his doctor to put him back in the hospital again. On the second floor of coarse and preferably on a weekend. End Authors note: We hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we did writing it. We rely on personal experience to keep the details accurate where ever possible.
Introduction: The 22 year old housekeeper is mesmerized when she sees Jack's huge erect member. My full time job is as a female medical assistant to a leading urologist in a major city. I sought out a career in this field mainly due to my fascination with penises. One of my patients recently hired me on the side to tutor his 16-year old son. The son, Jack, was painfully shy, had never dated, and the father felt he was in need of some sex education. Preferably hands-on sex education, which is why he hired me. The father is extremely wealthy and paid me a ridiculous amount of money for two 2-hour classes a week at his home. By the time we'd had three classes I felt I needed a conference with the father before the fourth class. I called and asked for an appointment and he told me to come by his house after I got off work. So I did. I explained to the dad (Robert) that despite his son's new found self confidence I felt that he was still somehow ashamed of his penis and didn't like for anyone to see it. He was ok with exposing it to me because of all the pleasurable things that I did to it. The father was surprised at this because one of the maids had complained that Jack had exposed himself to her last week. I talked to Jack about this and it was totally by accident. He was actually mortified that the girl had seen his penis. Jack has a huge head to his penis and he thinks it makes him a freak. As many times as I have assured him how beautiful his cock is and how desirable it is to a woman, I think he assumes I am just saying that because I am paid to praise him. "So what do you think we should do about it?" Robert asked. "What I have come up with is very unorthodox but I can't think of anything better. I know you will think this is crazy but I would like to have Jack keep his pants unzipped any time he is around the house and to have his cock and balls hanging out for all to see. You have an all-female staff here don't you? And Jack tells me they are all young and attractive." "Yes, that's true. After my wife died I thought having a house full of good-looking young women would make life more bearable. And it has." "Exactly how many are there and how old are they?" I asked. "There is a maid, a housekeeper, a chef, an assistant chef, and a driver. All female. The housekeeper is the youngest at 22 and the chef is the oldest at 31." "Perfect. Now here is the tough one. I know Jack would be way too self-conscious going around all day with his genitals exposed unless you also participated." "What!!" he exclaimed. "Do you mean you want me to have my cock and balls hanging out for the staff to see?" "Absolutely," I replied. "I am sure that's the only way Jack will do it. It will likely only be for a couple of weeks until Jack is comfortable with exposing himself to the women." "Well, I must say that it's an intriguing idea. I guess it's worth a try. I will explain to the staff that this has been suggested by Jack's therapist and if anybody has a problem with it, to come see me." By the time my next scheduled session with Jack occurred, Robert had talked to the staff and everybody was on board. The next session was three days after the new program started so I asked Jack how things had gone. I will let Jack tell his story in his own words. The first day or two was really difficult for me. I am very sensitive about the way my cock looks so having it hanging out where everybody could see it was really tough. It helped that dad also walked around the house with his junk out. Most of the women didn't pay that much attention. Oh, they looked but didn't make a big thing about staring at it. Except Marie, the housekeeper. She seemed somewhat fascinated by my cock. On the third day, I was in the living room on the sofa reading a book when Marie came in to do some dusting. I noticed she kept taking peeks out of the corner of her eye at my exposed cock and balls. "Jack," she said, "can I ask you a question." I dreaded what that question might be but told her to go ahead. "Isn't it kind of embarrassing to have your penis on display all the time? "It was at first but once I had it out for a day or two, it seemed to just be kind of normal. Plus dad having his cock hanging out also made it easier." "Yesterday," she said hesitantly, "it looked like you had a partial erection. What was that all about." "I'm a teen. Teens get hard all the time for no reason. And it wasn't fully hard when you saw it. I saw you looking." "It looks like it's getting hard now, " she said wonderingly. "What do you expect? You're standing there staring at it and we are both talking about my cock. Of course it's going to get hard." By now my penis had reached full tumescence and if I do say so myself it's quite a sight. Fully hard I am just a smidgen over 9-inches long and very, very thick. And of course the bulging knob at the end is really something to behold although I have always wished it was a normal size. At this point my cock was bright red and the head was super shiny. Surprisingly I could see true wonder and awe in Marie's eyes. She really liked my cock. "Omigod Jack, that's the biggest cockhead I have ever seen. It's beautiful. I have an overwhelming desire to touch it. Can I?" "Of course you can," I replied. With one hand she grasped the shaft of my cock and she ran the tips of her fingers of the other hand all over the engorged and now throbbing head. "Oh, Jack, it's so incredibly hard and yet soft at the same time. It's like a bar of steel. My boyfriend's cock is never this hard. Can I jack you off? I want to see you cum. When my boyfriend cums it just kind of pours out but I've seen videos on the internet where some guys shoot streams of cum. Can you shoot?" "Honey, I can shoot really hard and if you want to see it, just keep jerking me off." By now she was gripping my cock and pumping it as hard and fast as she could. As usual it didn't take me long to cum and a really powerful stream of semen shot out of the end of my prick and hit me under the chin. She kept pumping and cum kept shooting until my shirt and face were covered in the stuff. "That was amazing, Jack," she said in wonder, "I am impressed. You're a real man for sure and that's the most wonderful cock I've ever seen. I'll never be satisfied again with my boyfriend's." She continued to jack me off until every last drop of semen was coaxed out of my prick. "We sure made a mess," she stammered. "How can I clean you up?" "Don't worry about it. I will just go up to my room and change my shirt." "OK, but at least let me clean all the cum off of your face and your cockhead." She pulled a handful of Kleenex out of a box on a table next to the sofa and mopped up the cum collected on my face and cock and her hands. I just lay back totally satiated as she tenderly and lovingly cleaned my penis and my face. "So you are not repulsed by seeing the freakishly large head on my cock?" I asked. "Are you crazy? Repulsed? What would make you think that? Every guy in the world would kill to have a cock like yours. And every girl who sees it will fantasize about what it would feel like to have that monster up inside her vagina. With that enlarged head and that thick ridge around it the friction on the walls of a woman's vagina would be way more pleasurable than just having an ordinary dick sliding in there." "You really mean that? Are you fantasizing about what it would feel like inside you?" "Of course I am. My pussy is sopping wet right now just thinking about it." "Are you on the pill?" I asked her. "Of course," she replied. "Let's go up to my room where we can have some privacy and you can get to feel exactly what it's like to have me inside of you." "OK." Fortunately no one saw us go to my room. They would have been really shocked to see my black pullover soaked in semen accompanied by my still rock hard prick pointing at the ceiling. There would be no doubt what we had been doing. Marie was an extremely cute girl with a nice body so I was really looking forward to getting her stripped down and sticking my cock as far inside her as possible. She was a much bigger girl (not fat, just big) than Miss Kelly so I knew I would be able to go deeper into her vagina that I could with Miss Kelly. When we got to my room I locked the door and Marie started to undress. I was trying to figure out how to get my pullover up over my head without smearing cum all over my face. I finally got it off without too much trouble. I continued to disrobe until I was as naked as Marie. Her body was even better than I thought. Really nice tits, a narrow waist and flaring hips with perfectly formed legs. She didn't have an ounce of fat on her. Her pussy was shaved with a small triangle of pubic hair just above it. She lay back on the bed. I had never gone down on a woman before but knew about it. I started to put my face between her legs but she pulled me up. "Please put your cock in me Jack. You can eat me out later but I don't want to wait another second to find out what that magnificent piece of meat feels like stuffed up my cunt." I nosed the head of my prick around her sopping wet opening. It was bigger than Miss Kelly's and as a result, once I pushed forward my huge cockhead slid right in. Even though it went in more easily than with Miss Kelly, she felt very tight on my meat. I started thrusting in and out and even with her larger frame, I still bumped against her cervix on every thrust. But I was getting a lot more of my cock inside her compared to Miss Kelly. It felt so good fucking her that I hoped I didn't cum too soon. But because I just had a copious cumshot, I figured I might last a while. I did last longer but not long enough. I began to feel the cum boiling in my balls and knew it would happen soon. All during the time my dick was thrusting in and out of Marie's cunt, she was crying and moaning and begging me to "fuck me, fuck me harder…jam that huge cock up my cunt and make me cum. Harder Jack, harder. Shove that wonderful prick all the way in…make me scream with pleasure." Of course I didn't want her to scream and told her that was a bad idea. I don't know if she heard me or not as she was pretty far gone feeling the immense pleasure my big cock was giving her. But luckily when we did both seem to achieve a mutual orgasm, she didn't scream. Just a few grunts of satisfaction as my semen spurted deep into her pussy. We lay together totally satiated for about ten minutes. Finally I pulled out of her and rolled over on my back. "Oh Jack," she breathed. "That was a lot of cum. I can feel it seeping out of my pussy. There will be a huge cum stain on your sheets. But since it's my job in the house to change and wash your sheets, nobody will know but us." She laughed at this and so did I. We both went into the shower and cleaned up. I asked if anybody was going to be wondering where she was. She told me that her shift was over when she came into the living room to do some dusting. The only reason she came in was to catch another look at my cock. She never dreamed in a million years that she would get to jack me off and then get fucked by my super wonderful prick. She made my day. After a week of walking around with an exposed cock, Miss Kelly came to the conclusion that Jack had finally become totally comfortable exposing himself to all the women in the house. Of course she knew that a lot of the credit went to Marie who continued to worship and fuck Jack's big penis every chance she got. ###########
The next day, being a Saturday, the four of us decided to head to the beach for a fun day of playing on the sandy shores of the small community that my daughter lived in. It was a beautifully warm winter's day, about 75 degrees, with not a hint of a cloud in the sky. The Atlantic was too cold to go into unprotected so the grand daughters each wore their wet suits in anticipation of surfing one of the best wave breaks that Florida has to offer. But just as we were leaving, my daughter's beeper went off calling her into surgery, so she asked me if I would take the girls to the beach as we had planned and she would meet us there later. Taking two surf boards, boogie boards, umbrella and chairs plus a picnic basket full of goodies, the three of us headed out for a fun filled day at the beach. I watched from the vantage point of my chair under the shade of the umbrella as my two grand daughters caught wave after wave until the surf flattened out and forced them to come in for some refreshment. I had received a call from my daughter telling me that since she was already in there, she had volunteered to stay at the hospital to assist in another emergency surgery so would not be home until later that afternoon. As we sat around, lounging in the beautiful weather that the day had afforded us and eating our lunch, the girls undid their tops to their wet suits by unzipping the fronts just enough to tell me that they had nothing on under them. My eyes went directly to Lori's and I got a hint of a knowing smile from her lips as she slid down the zipper to a point much lower than she normally opened the wet suit. Melinda looked on but was oblivious to what was going on or why. We waited for my daughter to join us at the beach but as it got later and later, I placed a call to her cell and was informed that she had worked all day and was headed back to their house to get some rest before going out on a date that evening. I told the girls that we were on our own for dinner so we decided on pizza at the local pie shop. Afterwards, we headed back home to an empty house. Going back out to my 5th wheel, I noticed the light come on around the corner of the house, indicating Lori had entered her bedroom so my feet headed over there and as I cleared the corner, I saw my grand daughter standing at her window, opening it up to let the cool night air into the room. She still had on her wet suit and was walking towards the open door when I heard her call out to her younger sister. "Melinda, come on in to my room and chat with me." As my grand daughter stuck her head around the corner, she asked Lori, "What do you want to talk about?" "Oh nothing in particular. It just seems that we never just talk anymore," she said with a shrug. Melinda pulled her head back and came around into view, sticking her arms back into her wet suit and pulling it onto her upper body. Reaching for the zipper to put it up, her older sister said, "It's just me Melinda, you don't have to cover up. Don't you remember when we used to play with each other totally naked?" A look of embarrassment came over the younger sibling as she dropped her hand from the zipper and walked into Lori's room. Lori stood up to remove her own suit over her shoulders and revealed to both of our sets eyes her young tender breasts. Melinda turned a instant color of red around her cheeks as she witnessed her older sister's exposure and then her mouth dropped open when Lori continued to take off the wet suit disclosing that she was wearing nothing under it at all. "LORI!" Melinda exclaimed. "You're not wearing anything under your wet suit!" "I know and it feels so refreshingly free," Lori said stepping out of the tight leggings of the suit. Glancing up to the open window, Melinda asked, "But aren't you afraid someone will see you through the window?" "Who's going to be looking?" she answered. "Well, anybody who happens to be out there. There's the gate to the lake. Anybody could come up and open the gate," Melinda tried to explain. "Have you ever known of anybody using our gate?" Lori asked her sister. "Well, no, but Grandpa Joe is out there now in his van and he might go down to the lake through the gate and maybe he could see in the window," she said. "Grandpa Joe? So what if he does see me. He's our grandpa," she said with a dismissive tone to her voice. This seemed to answer Melinda's objections as she was looking at her sister's naked body. Lori went over to the mirror to brush out her hair as Melinda sat down on the end of the bed not knowing what to do with her sister's unexpected desire to prance around totally nude. After a brief moment of silence, Lori dropped a bombshell on Melinda by asking, "Do you ever get horny?" I could see Melinda's expression change into one of pure shock and embarrassment as her mouth flew open and her eyes grew wide. "LORI? MY GOD! WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?" she asked an incredulous, shocked voice. "I just wondered," Lori answered, continuing the brush her long hair. "I know I do, don't you?" "Well, yes sometimes I guess, but I don't go around talking about it," she exclaimed. "What do you do about it?" Lori asked another question. "Lori?" she asked wondering how to answer her sister embarrassing questions. "Well do you masturbate, you know touch yourself?" she asked looking right at her younger sister. Melinda diverted her eyes away from her sister's to look sheepishly down at her lap and then stated, "I know what masturbate means." She hesitated for a moment then confessed, "Sometimes I do." "It's nothing to be ashamed about," Lori commented. "God, I love to touch myself all over. Have you ever let a guy touch you?" She again blushed at the question but answered it anyway. "I let Danny touch my boobies at the movies once. It felt so funny in my tummy and I think I would have liked for him to touch me more but after he placed his hand on my boob for a second and kissed me on the lips, he rammed his hand down on my crotch and tried to touch my pussy so I told him to stop. But he didn't so I got up and left." "Boys," said Lori with an exasperating tone in her voice. "I mean, my God, give them a little bit and all of a sudden they want the whole thing right now." She thought for a moment and then told her sister, "Melinda stand up and come over here. Right here and look into the mirror." Melinda obeyed her sister's instructions and walked over to where Lori had indicated. She then moved around behind her and placed her hands on Melinda's shoulders. "Honey," Lori started, "guys are such jerks. I think they think with their dicks. John just the other day asked me to suck his cock after a let him fondle my boobs. I mean, God, can you believe the nerve? I told him to "Go to hell" and left him hanging right there." She slowly moved her hands around front to the open zipper of her sister's wet suit and gently started to open it out wide. Melinda suddenly tried to stop her sister's advance with a "Lori? What are you doing?" "I'm just want to see what Danny was touching that's all," she said as she continued to open up the lapels. As she slid it down over her shoulders, she exposed the reflection of Melinda's beautiful mounds to my eyes as her own eyes grew wide with amazement. "Lori?" she whined in a questioning way but offered no resistance. When Lori had extracted the wet suit down to her elbows, she reached around her sister and gently caressed her breasts with her soft touch. Melinda groaned as she closed her eyes and then repeated her question. "Lori what are you doing?" "I'm touching your breasts," she answered plainly. "How do you like it?" "Oh God, it feels great but we shouldn't be doing this," she answered. "My God Lori, you're my sister, what are we doing?" "We're just enjoying each other, that's all," she whispered into her ear. "We're just enjoying each other. I'm enjoying touching your breasts. Are you enjoying having me touch them?" "Uh huh," Melinda muttered. Lori was caressing both breasts with her full hands as she crushed them beneath her palms. Melinda was rolling her head from side to side with appreciation of the sensation that had been awakened in her. But when Lori moved her fingers down and pinched her nipples, she let out another loud moan from her open mouth and stuck her chest out to get the full affect of her fingers. "Oh my God," Melinda cooed. "Lori it feels so good down in my tummy," she said with her chin pointing up to the sky. Then Lori gave them one more pinch and then moved her hands down to the wet suit gathered around her sister's waist and started to tug it off of Melinda's slender hips. Melinda didn't open her eyes but I detected a slight shift in her weight to aid in the removal. As Lori peeled it down over her hips and down her trim legs, Melinda opened her eyes to gaze at her sister's kneeling body behind where she was standing and then placed her hand on her shoulder when Lori removed the suit over her feet. Melinda was wearing the bottoms of her swim suit, a bikini cut, bright yellow suit that clung to her developing butt like a latex glove. When Lori placed her foot back down on the floor after removing it from the wet suit, she placed it a good two feet away from the other foot allowing a gap in between Melinda's stance. The younger sister's eyes were wide open as she looked into the mirror to Lori's hands making their way back up the inside of her legs. The further north they approached, the wider Melinda's eyes got and when they were nearly touching the crotch of her bathing suit, she shuttered violently and let out with a loud cry of acceptance. Now her head was flying backwards as Lori made contact with the crotch of the bikini bottoms. Melinda's knees buckled as she slammed them together, trapping her sister's hand cradling her crotch. She reached down with her hand and grabbed Lori's hand and just for a second tried to remove it from her sensitive area. But she must have known that she couldn't because she suddenly placed her hand on top of her sister's and began rubbing in between her legs as she voiced her acceptance. I could see Lori's hand rubbing up from behind Melinda's wide spread legs on both sides of her pussy lips. Melinda was going wild with excitement as Lori's hand became a blur. Then Lori regained her feet directly behind Melinda and moved her hand to the waistband of the swimming suit and pushing downward, inserting it directly onto her fleshy, hair covered pussy. Melinda screamed as she made contact with Lori's hand but spread her legs even wider to allow it to enter her virginal vagina. After a moment of lustful exploration, Lori whispered into her sister's ear, "Let's get rid of these bottoms so I can open you up." She slid her other hand to the waist band and tugged it downward as Melinda's knees made contact with each other. As the yellow swim suit made its way down my grand daughter's hips, I saw for the first time the lightly colored pubic mound that was sticky wet with her juices. As it made its way down to the floor and she stepped out of them, Lori suddenly turned her around to sit on the bed and commanded her to lie down with her legs hanging over the bed. Suddenly Lori was kneeling between her wide spread legs looking directly into her sister's crotch. A greedy smile came over Lori's face as she slowly reached out with her hand and touch the two puffy labia lips that were protecting Melinda's treasures. Melinda raised her hips at the contact and as she settled them back down upon the bed, Lori ran her finger up to caress her little button, causing her hips to once again come flying off of the mattress. "OH GOD!" Melinda screamed. "LORI WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?" She was thrashing around, with Lori's body from the shoulders up, separating her wide spread legs. Her crotch was vulnerable to Lori's manual assault as the stimulus was driving her higher and higher. But when Lori bent in with her mouth to kiss Melinda right on her pussy lips, the younger grand daughter erupted into a gigantic release of violent contractions that shook the very foundations of her young life. She was thrashing her hips around, trying to dislodge her sister's head from between her legs but the more she threw herself into the eviction of it, the more and harder that Lori sucked on her clitoris. Melinda was going mad with desire as she gushed forth with her first real orgasm. She screamed, she cried, she begged and she cursed her sister to stop but at the same time she wanted to feel the release even more. But as she came down from the wonderful sensations that she had experienced, a strange, glowing feeling swept over her body, starting at her vaginal opening and encompassing every muscle of her tender young body. And when it had finally made its way to her brain, it melted her consciousness into a blissful slumber that she had not felt before in her entire life. Lori's head made its appearance up out of Melinda's crotch. Her chin was glistening from the fluids escaping from her sister's vagina and there was a grin on her face as she wiped them off. She suddenly looked up to the window to see me staring out of the corner of the open window. She smiled at me as I moved over into the light. I mouthed the words, "Thank you Lori," as she continued to grin up at me. I had long ago pulled my cock out of my pants and had spattered my essence against the wall below her window. So I softly told her good night and walked back to my rig and poured myself a Captain and Coke. I'd need more than one this evening. Try as I might, I couldn't get the image of Lori making her younger sister climax in the most wondrous way imaginable out of my mind. That sight of my grand daughter's head buried between my other grand daughter's legs was burned into my memory forever. My God, what have I started? The next day I left fairly early for a rendezvous with my old friends that I hang out with every winter down at the refreshment wagon on the beach. It is no where near where we went the day before so my appearance was a surprise to the entire group. We all told some lies about our adventures over the year since we had been together and the day flew by. Before I knew it, it was 4:30 in the afternoon and it was time to go home and fix myself something to eat. While I was cleaning up from my dinner, my daughter stuck her head into my rig to invite me to come in and spend some time with her. This seemed rather odd to be summoned to the house and I got a sickening feeling in my gut about being caught peeping into her daughter's bedroom window. But since I had no excuse, I followed her into the house to see what she had on her mind. We sat around talking about most anything, drinking her booze for a change and just as she went in to refill our drinks, Lori made her way into the family room where we were sitting to tell me good night. As she reached over to give me a gentle kiss on the cheek, she whispered into my ear, "Did you enjoy last night seeing Melinda reach an orgasm?" I looked shocked at her forthrightness and I cautioned her about being a little more discrete. She just laughed and said softly, "You should be out there tonight. I've got something special to show you." I groaned and told her that I had accepted this time with her mother and I didn't know if I could get away. She shrugged her shoulders and whispered, "It'll be your loss." Then she turned to her room and disappeared down the hallway. "Good night Grandpa," shouted Melinda coming into the room and giving me a big hug and a kiss. My hand went to her back and I would swear that I didn't feel a bra strap under her shirt. A questioning look came over her face as she grinned at me in a shy little way. "Good night Melinda," I said with a quizzical look back at her. I wondered what that was all about. Our talk continued into the night and as it turned out my daughter knew nothing of my peeping activities with her daughters. In fact, she wanted to tell me that she had met someone and had been seeing him for about a month or so. He was a pharmaceutical representative that she had known for quite some time and they had started dating. Now their relationship had grown into more intimate feelings for one another and she was asking me if I would mind being home on the evenings that they were together all night. She didn't want to expose the girls to the idea of their mother sleeping with a man just yet so she was asking me to keep it between the two of us at least for now. I was thrilled for her to finally meet another guy and I only hoped that she would make the right decision when to came to forming a meaningful relation. I gave her a hug and told her good night at about 10:30 and headed for my rig. I looked over to the corner of the house and the light was still on in Lori's bedroom. My feet broke into a trot to get around the corner and take up my position behind the tree. I peered around the tree through the open window into Lori's bedroom. I saw nothing. She must be lying on her bed so I crept up slowly to the window, being very careful not to make a sound and as I approached, I heard a muffled squeal of enjoyment coming from just out of my sight. As I got closer to the window I peered over the edge of the window sill through the screen of the open window and almost cried out with what I saw. The two young grand daughters were totally naked, lying on their backs breathing very heavily as if they had just consummated their love making. Melinda right knee was bent to one side and was placed under Lori's separated leg. Their eyes were closed but the most erotic thing that I saw was the placement of each of their hands. Melinda's fingers were twirling through Lori's pubic hairs while Lori's was rubbing on the inner thigh of her sister. Each were caressing the soft skin that they encountered with a delicate, soothing touch. Melinda's pubic hair sparsely covered the Pons area of her developing womanhood but I could still plainly see her two puffy labia lips. There seemed to be a slight sheen or glistening of fluids coming from between her legs like she had recently expelled her love fluids and as I looked at her closed eyes, I saw the wonderful look of someone in the thralls of a sexual afterglow. As she moved her hand in a rotating fashion downward to spread onto to Lori's pussy lips and her older sister reacted violently to the added stimulus. She clamped her legs together and turned towards the touch and then she suddenly opened her legs out wide and raised her hips up to press into Melinda's hand. She gave off a muffled cry as she arched her back and drove her bare pussy into the returned pressure. She was wild with excitement as she craved her own consummation. The younger grand daughter quickly rose to her knees as she switched to a position between Lori's wide spread legs. As she bent over to place her face into the womanly smell, her small little breasts hung down freely and her tiny butt was sticking right up in the air. The sight was mesmerizingly beautiful as I started rubbing my now hard cock that I was removing my pants. "Oh yes Melinda, you can do it. Just like I did it to you. Go ahead and lick my little clit," Lori whispered. Filled with encouragement, Melinda placed her tongue upon Lori's hairy slit and poked it between the lips until it rested directly on her love button. Lori jerked and tossed her head as she tried not to scream out her emotions of lust. But as Melinda began to lick, Lori had to muffle her enjoyment by stuffing the pillow over her mouth. Melinda, if this was her first time licking pussy, proved to be a natural because as she continued with her oral assault on Lori's clit, she was inserting two fingers up into her wet little vagina. Lori had planted her heels into the mattress and was raising her hips into every insertion of Melinda driving fingers and was nearing a wonderful orgasm. Melinda's other hand was fondling Lori's breasts and pinching her nipples hard as she kept up the rapid pace of her insertions, Just as she hand grew tired and she didn't know if she could keep this pace up much longer, Lori gulped in a lung full of air and raised her hips even higher into the air. Then let out a muffled scream into the pillow as she reached her climatic release and humped Melinda's face and hand until she threw herself over on her side, begging for her to stop. Melinda had built up her emotions into a near frantic state and needed her own release so she suddenly and with much difficulty, pried Lori's legs apart and straddled her one leg and positioned herself so her crotch was pressed into Lori's crotch and they were rubbing her pussies together. As Melinda gained the upper hand, Lori was going crazy from her repeated contact with her extremely sensitive node but she threw herself into the contact and suddenly demanded another, bigger orgasmic release. They were both frantically rubbing, humping and ramming their two pussies together in a wild orgasmic dance and then in a brief second, they both erupted into a volcanic climax that must have awakened the neighbors much less their mother who was in bed at the other end of the house. Over and over they rocked into each other, driving out the last resemblance of sanity from their actions until Melinda finally went limp and fell down into Lori's embrace and they each lay there panting. I had made another deposit on the wall below the open window and as I stuffed it back into my pants, I slowly retreated back to my rig to fix myself double rum on the rocks. I felt like I needed it tonight after witnessing the most erotic display of emotions that I could ever imagine from my two young grand daughters. I wondered if it was an act just for my benefit or if it was real. Maybe it was both but I was totally shocked at the eroticism of this evening and I looked forward to my daughter's upcoming secret rendezvous with her new boyfriend. To Be Continued
Introduction: This is a 25,000 word book broken down into seven chapters. In this fourth chapter, W attempts to get information from The Gasman. Things don't go exactly as W had hoped, but by the end of the chapter, he knows who has Little D... and where. Again there is no real sex stuff in this chapter. It is a transition which is much easier done in a book, but it is necessary for the story. If you don't like it, you can just wait for the fifth, sixth, and seventh chapters. They should satisfy your carnal yearnings. WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. 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Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = CHAPTER FOUR The Gasman Arnold Lamplighter, known in the trade as The Gasman, lived in a rather exclusive area adjacent to Chalfont Saint Giles, about a forty-five minute ride and a couple million pounds sterling from the east side of London. He had sounded a bit surprised when I called and said I had an urgent need to speak to him in person, but he said to "drop by" around eight. I was wearing a leather jacket and motorcycle boots when I arrived on my Triumph. Partly, I wanted to look like someone out for a joyride, but the leather and boots might give me a little additional protection if things went south in a hurry. The three security men who met me at the front door of the mansion gave me a cursory pat down before we entered. Once inside they were a little more thorough. "You will get your Glock and this... lady gun... back when you leave." one of them said gruffly. Evidently he had a low opinion of the 25 caliber automatic that I had inside my boot. He then pointed to a door just off the huge entryway. A different security man walked in front of me, opened the door, and stepped aside. Inside the room was a large desk, and behind the desk sat a large man, Arnold Lamplighter. "Come in, W," he called out loudly and waved his hand. I stepped in and sat down in the large upholstered chair that was centered in front of the desk. He was silent for a moment and then said almost flatly, "Finn called me. I know why you're here." He paused and then said a little more urgently, "You have to understand, W, I had no choice. This man would kill me. He would kill my family... or worse." "So you kidnapped my niece," I said angrily. "I didn't know who it would be," he almost wailed. "And I only provided the equipment. I knew it was nasty because he is. ... And because he made such severe threats." He visibly shuddered and then continued, "I can't tell you anything else or he will do everything that he promised to do to me and my family." He shuddered again and said in a very shaky voice, "Even if I could trust you, he would find out I told you. He has operatives everywhere. You can trust no one." He stopped, looked over at the door for a moment as if listening carefully, then he smiled at me. It was a very strange smile. "But," he said slowly and very softly, "if you were to use that needle gun that you have in your pocket disguised as a pen and knock me out, and if you were to ransack my office and open my safe, you might find an envelope with enough details to take you directly to the man you want." The smile left his face as he set a thick envelope on the desk in front of him. "My most trusted men have already taken care of the office," he said very softly. "I guarantee they will fire over your head as you race away on your motorcycle... but trust no one!" I sat there totally dumbfounded as he set my guns on the desk with the envelope. "You will need these," he said as he opened the front of his coat. Then he asked, "Does it hurt?" I didn't answer his question. Instead I triggered the needle gun. He gasped loudly and fell forward onto the desktop. "Yes," I said as I scooped up the weapons and the envelope. I figured it would look best if I left through the window like a fleeing burglar. Since it was only about a four foot drop to the grass, I was able to start sprinting for my bike as soon as my feet hit the ground. I was half-way there when the guards started shooting. The Gasman had promised they would shoot high, but I could still hear the zing of bullets whizzing past way too close to me. I jumped on the Triumph and hit the starter. As soon as the engine caught, I roared out of there, zig-zagging slightly on the narrow roadway. Just as I reached the main gate, I heard the very distinctive "Poink" of a bullet striking the bike. Evidently someone didn't get the message or had shot just high enough for the bullet to arc back down and strike. I wiggled the handlebars slightly to see if anything felt amiss. It didn't, so I continued my speedy escape. A few miles up the road, I pulled off at a wide passing area and stopped to put on my helmet. The last thing I needed was some traffic officer stopping me for not wearing a proper UK approved safety helmet. As I unstrapped the helmet from between the back sidepacks, I stopped and shook my head. Then I looked back down the road toward the Lamplighter Mansion and muttered several of my favorite cusswords. There was a small, neat hole going in one side of the helmet and a slightly larger hole coming out the other side. There was also a groove on the top of my rear fender just under the seat. A foot or so higher and that groove would have been in my back. I tossed the helmet out into the field alongside the road and got back on the bike. If necessary, I could play dumb American and just pay the fine for not wearing a helmet, but they take firearms very seriously in the UK. It would be complicated proving I had the proper permits to carry the two weapons I had on me. But trying to explain bullet holes would be a lot more complicated and would possible end with me speaking to detectives at the station. I made it back to my hotel without encountering police of any sort and parked the bike. I told the concierge that someone had stolen my helmet while I was dining and would he please locate a shop where I could get a replacement because I would be checking out. I was in my room studying the papers in the envelope when there was a discreet knock on my door. It was a server with a covered cart. I hadn't ordered anything so I grabbed my Glock and stood back before calling out, "The door's unlocked, come on in." A young miss pushed the cart through the door and then stood there shaking slightly. My gun was behind my back, but she could tell that something was not right. "The concierge sent me," she said, obviously frightened. "Please don't hurt me, Mister W," she wailed as she burst into tears. "I won't," I said. Then I pushed the Glock into my belt in the back and showed both my hands as I continued, "Please take the cover off the cart... slowly." She slowly lifted the cloth revealing a half-dozen motorcycle helmets sitting on the cart. "The concierge said that the one that fits will be added to your bill," she said softly. Then she added, "The rest will be returned to the shop." She stood there while I tried on two of the helmets that looked like they would fit. The Shark something was a good fit, so I set it on the bed and returned the others to the cart. The young girl again covered the cart, but before she could leave, I asked softly, "Why were you afraid I would hurt you?" "The police have been checking up on you," she replied, looking down at the floor. "And there were some other people– not the police, but tougher looking... with cold faces– who were also asking about you." She stepped back slightly as if still afraid and then said in a very shaky voice, "The staff talks. They think you are an American criminal of some sort." "I'm not a criminal," I said softly. Then I added, "... it's complicated." She then stepped very close to me and whispered, "I think they put something in your room," "Thank you," I whispered back. Then I pressed two fifty pound notes into her hand and said, "It might be a good idea if you were to take the rest of the day and tomorrow off. I will be gone by the time you come back to work." After she left, I stood in the middle of the room and said loudly, "I have a message for whomever is listening. If you are the police or officials of some sort, we can work together. If you are the people holding my niece, you'd better make your play now because I am coming for you." I moved one of the chairs to the corner where I could cover the door and the window and waited. It took a little longer than I expected. Maybe the message had to pass up the chain of command. Or maybe the right person wasn't immediately available. It was almost two hours later when there was a soft knock on the door. "W?" a female voice asked cautiously, "is it safe to enter?" "Depends on who you are," I responded. "Right thigh," the woman's voice said, almost laughing. I chuckled and said, "Come in, Tat, you're safe." She wasn't alone. There were two male agents with her. Both looked like they could double as hired muscle anywhere. They were probably the ones the maid had called the "but tougher men" who had been asking about me. "This is Andre` and Devon," Tat said quickly. "They... work with me." She looked down at the table and said sharply, "What did you get from Arnold?" "From him, nothing," I replied. "He was too afraid of his customer to tell me anything." I held up the envelope and added. "But from his safe, I got this." I probably could have told Tat the truth, but The Gasman's life depended on me keeping up my side of the charade and I knew nothing about the two agents with her. "We were worried you were wounded," Devon said gruffly. "But there was no blood on the helmet," added Andre` "You followed me!" I said angrily. "Didn't have to," Devon said, shaking his head. "We had a beacon on your bike." "Shit!" Tat said loudly, looking up from the papers. "We knew he was a bastard, but we thought he was just a local bastard." "So sex slavery is OK as long as you keep it local?" I replied, a little more contemptuously than I had intended. "No," Tat said slowly, "but we can't go after everyone. Some things are internal problems for a country." "And nobody wants to get involved in Uganda," I said bitterly. I noted that Andre` looked startled when I said that. "They are much better than they once were," Tat said, smiling at me. "But the Amuru District is very poor and very rural. It looks like General Agua Amin has carved out a small jungle kingdom in the middle of nowhere." "Is he related to the original?" I asked. "Amin is not even his real name," Tat replied, "but he claims to have inherited the spirit of the great dictator. Agua means divine or the spirit of." She gave me a look of frustration and continued, "What he probably inherited... or found... or stole... is a good portion of the gold that Idi Amin stashed away before he was overthrown. That and his small army of mercenaries helps keep control of the local population." She paused, looked up at me, and asked, "Are you going after him?" "It's personal," I replied as I stood up. "And I promised my baby sister." I noticed the two agents back up slightly as I spoke. "You look like a very dangerous man when you are angry, W," Tat said firmly. "But you can't do this alone." "I'll talk to some friends," I replied. "I won't be alone." "I hope I am one of those friends you were planning to talk to," a gruff voice said from the doorway. Special Agent Anthony Bricker walked into the room, followed by Mistress Nora. "No, Special Agent Pricker," I replied curtly, "you weren't even on the list." "Thank you for the work," he said angrily as he grabbed the papers from Tat's hand. "Agent Tatiala and I will handle it from here. I expect you to be on the next plane to DC. Agent Hugo is downstairs checking you out." Tatiana winced when he called her by the wrong name but quickly regained her composure. When he finished speaking, she took the papers back from him and said firmly, "Remember Agent... Bricker, you are on English soil now and I am in charge." "Then let's go back to your headquarters and plan the operation," he replied as he turned and walked out of the room. The others followed him out of the room. Andre` was the last to leave. As he was leaving, he turned, looked at me, and gave me a strange, twisted smile. Something was familiar about him. I don't think I had ever met him before, but there was something about his eyes that tickled my memory. I had seen those eyes many times before. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF CHAPTER FOUR = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Hi. My name is Zach. My folks are divorced and both are remarried. I live with my mom and Step-dad, Chris, full time. Chris has four children from a previous marriage, three of whom are either in collage or out with their own families. I'm an only child myself. So it's just my mom, Chris, my bombshell step-sister, and I most of the time. Now my step-sister, Taylor, is something to look at. She's 5' 9", 16 years old and well developed. She has like C cup breasts that are firm but bouncy. She has long wavy blond hair and a very tight butt. She could very well be the next hottest model. Now, I parents travel a lot and some of the time we stay home and continue with our schooling. So, one time my folks left for a two week business trip to Europe and we stayed behind. We had our whole three story, two square mile home with 25 acres of land to ourselves. So we threw outrageous parties and stayed up late. One day, about a week in, we had just come home from a football game, and me being the senior quarterback, I was rather sweaty. So I go take a shower. When I got out Taylor was swimming in our indoor pool. I went to our rec. room and started playing Halo 2 online in a place called VIP Lounge, where you can only get in with an invite I'm listening to everyone talk about who they were fucking, while shooting the shit out of them, when Taylor walks in with a towel wrapped around her and sits in the other gaming chair. Then she bends over and picks up her controller, logs in, and starts to kick some ass with me. I look over and see that she is completely naked. The towel has fallen down and she is sitting, legs spread, giving me a full view of her beautiful, well shaven pussy. Then she saw me staring, she, to my utter amazement said "You like what you see?" I told her that I did very much like it. So she got up, came over to me, and just sat right in my lap, right over my very erect cock. She took my hands and put one over her breasts and started to finger fuck herself with the other. I nearly came right then and there. The feeling of my fingers going in and out of her velvety pussy was just too much. After about two minutes of that, she got up off me. Almost immediately, I had my huge 17" cock out of my pants. Taylor's eyes almost popped out of her head at the sight of it. She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her hand and started to slide it up and down my shaft. I leaned back and went with the rush. Then all at once I felt this cum causing sensation of Taylor stretching her mouth over my girth. As I felt my balls draw up and my cock start to pulse, I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock in until I felt my cockhead hit the back of her throat. Then I blew what must have been a couple of gallons of cum straight down it. Then I pulled her up and kissed her full on the mouth, tasting my man juice. After that I grabbed her hand and pulled her to my room and pulled her up onto my king sized bed. She rolled me over onto my back and started to slowly slide herself down over me. Then I felt a wall of virginity push against my cock. "Holy shit, my sister's going to be a virgin for about two more seconds." I thought. I looked into her eyes and they must have given away what I was thinking because she grabbed underside of my legs and pulled herself down with all of her strength. I felt it resist for about half a second, my cock bending, then it snapped right back into its rigid form as the wall broke. Taylor, being the big girl, didn't scream, she just started to quietly cry. I reached up and pulled her to me and just held her for a minute or two as she cried. Then, she wiped the tears from her eyes and rolled next to me on the bed. I got over her and set my cockhead right next to her pussy. I asked her if she was ready and she nodded and then with a ferocity that caught me off guard, she said "I want that cock as deep as that thing will go in about a quarter of a second." So I grabbed her legs and shoved my cock all the way into her. I heard a slight squeak come from her, then I pulled out and did it again. Shortly, she started to moan as the ecstasy of the moment started to take over. I started to speed up, hearing the smack of flesh as I drove my cock into her like a jackhammer. Then, Taylor threw back her head and arched her back. I could feel her already tight pussy get so much tighter. I felt myself on the edge of a load and shoved myself the extra millimeter that caused me to cum all over the inside of her. I slowly slid my sensitive cock out of her steaming pussy. We kissed for a few minutes. Then we went and took a shower together. After the shower, I could tell she was still in the mood by the way she stared at my cock. I got back in bed and waited as Taylor left to get something from her room. When she came back, she was holding this 20" dildo. She handed it to me and told me to shove it in her pussy. So, I spread her legs and shoved it all the way to the base. I whimpered, but nodded when I looked at her. I watched in awe as she started to gyrate around the dildo. Then I had the most erotic idea. I pulled the dildo out of her hot cunt and shoved my cock in. After a few minutes if pumping, I suddenly pulled out and rammed my cock into her tight, little asshole. She let out a scream that could have woken the dead. I started to slowly pump as her hole relaxed, allowing more maneuvering room. Then I felt her hand come up with the giant dildo and she slowly started to pump it in he pussy. I could feel the dildo bumping against my cock as I fuck her ass. The wanton sight of her getting it in both holes pushed me over the edge. I pushed one last time then came all over the inside of her ass. I could feel the white juices seeping out around my cock. Then all of the sudden, She arched and came all over the dildo. I quickly dropped down and stated to lap up great tasting stuff coming out of her pussy. I pulled the dildo and started to tongue fuck her. She pulled my cock around and started to suck. I thought, "How did I get started in this?" I was loving it, though. After we had each cum like three more times, I went and took another shower and then went to watch a porn flick with Taylor. Man, I can't wait until my folks are gone again.
I was brooding in my office Tuesday morning, thinking about the evening before. Richard accompanied me home from the office and visited with the family for an hour or so. The thing that concerned me was Pat's behavior. My wife has always been sweet and friendly, but has never been what one would call a "hugger." But when we walked in the living room, Pat met me with the usual hug and kiss on the lips, but instead of extending her hand to Richard as she normally would, she let him hug her and kiss her on the cheek. Certainly nothing that does not happen all the time with many casual friends, but totally out of character for Pat. As he stood to leave, she again let hime hug her, and this time she gave him a kiss his cheek. My confidence was being tested. When Richard told me I was going to help him seduce my wife I was really not too worried. I had no doubt she would rebuff any of his advances regardless of anything short of using a date rape drug or getting her drunk, and I had seen her drink too much only twice in our nearly 20 year relationship and one of those times was her first year in college before we started dating. Even though I knew he had a certain magnetism around women and portrayed a confidence and commanding authority that many found hard to resist, I never believed it would affect Patty. I still felt she would rebuff his advances but now I was not quite as sure as I had been.. Joan buzzed to tell me Richard was on the phone. When I answered, he asked,"So, what did everyone decide about my taking the family out?" "Well, we don't know for certain yet, and won't until the kids get home from school this afternoon and... "HOLY FUCK!," he screamed over the phone. My temper flared. How did he think he could waltz in and take over our whole lives and schedule. I was ready to come back at him, when again he screamed over the phone, "Another plane just flew into the other tower." "What in the hell are you talking about," I demanded. "Didn't you know a plane flew into one of the towers of the World Trade Center this morning?," he asked. "I heard something in the lobby this morning about a small plane flying into a building but since it was not local, I didn't pay that much attention," i said, "What's the big deal?" "The big deal is that a passenger jet just crashed into the other tower and I watched it all on television. Two planes in two buildings the same day? Man, that's no accident. Something bad is happening. See if you can't get to a TV or at least listen on the radio. I'm hanging up. I will talk to you later." With that the phone went dead. The rest of the day was a blur as we learned of the plane that had been crashed into the Pentegon and in the field in Pennsylvania and we all tried to absorb the meaning and eventual outcome of these carefully planned attacks. That evening at home I wanted to hold my family close. I could not imagine losing a one of them. In some ways my family was under attack from Richard and what he was insisting that I do. He had said something about getting a 28 day leave to wind up the estate. If so, that meant he could be here another three weeks. The next afternoon, Richard showed up about the same time I got back from a quick lunch. Joan announced his arrival and I told her to send him in. "Just wanted to tie up any loose ends. Our reservations are for 7:00?," he asked. I nodded yes. "Both June and Roy will be there I understand, but I was wondering what time we need to be back home and also have decided that I would like to spend the night with you instead of driving back home. Set that up with Pat. Otherwise I will get a motel room." "We need to be home no later than 10:00, because the kids have to go to school tomorrow, but if we are going to do this, I have got to put in a good afternoon here. I didn't get very much done yesterday after everything happened." "No problem," he said. I didn't really come by to see you anyway. I am here to see that little Miss Wonderful Jo Anne," he smiled. "I assume you mean Joan, my secretary?, I asked. "Oh, ok, thanks. It does help to use a woman's right name when you are putting a move on her. I am going to make an urgent call for you from my cell like last time. What name did I use?," he asked. "I don't remember, but I think it was Sinclair," I said. "That's what I was thinking," he concurred, and dialed my office number. In just a few minutes he was in the outer office and I was left with his cell and an imaginary private phone conversation. I turned back to the figures I had spread across my desk. As Richard walked back into the outer office, Joan looked up and flashed him a hesitant smile. She could smile all friendly like but at the same time look like she was afraid she had no right to even enter another person's world with even an act of friendliness. Richard thought it was almost like she needed permission to smile. He had never seen anyone that everything about them seemed to cry out that they knew they were totally deficient and derved to be used and abused. He wondered how far she could be pushed, before she felt she had a right to push back. He was determined to find out before his leave was over. Joan was definetly on the plain side, but did have a cute little girlish figure. She was wearing a rather low cut blouse. Richard had been sure to apply his pheromone cologne that morning. He didn't really know if it had the affect on women it was supposed to have or not, but he always had better luck when he wore it. He knew he had more confidence and had wondered if that was where the extra edge came from rather than the sex cologne itself. Richard gave her one of his big smile and confidently walked over to her desk. The contrast between his confident assuredness and her timid uncertainty could not have been more striking. " is that boss of yours always that busy," he asked. "Sometimes," she said with a smile, as he came unconfomtably close to her. It always rattled her a little when someone invaded her space. He stood above her, asking questions about what she was doing, all the while obviously staring down her blouse. She anwered with out looking up at him. When she finally looked up to meet his eyes and discovered what he was viewing, she turned red and quickly brought her hand up to hold her blouse to her chest. Richard flashed her another confident smile as he looked so deeply into her eyes that she didn't seem to have the power to look away. He took her hand in his and said,"No, don't do that. Your breasts are so beautiful." Submissively, she let his hand guide her's away and the blouse again revealed her treasures to his hungry gaze. Her blushing cheeks deepened a shade or two under his compliment and his commanding eyes that seemed to suck all her will power from her. "They are too small," she answered in throaty voice. He smiled reassuringly, as he spoke very gently to her. "Too small? Not at all. It's not size that makes a breast beautiful. It is the shape and the proportion. Five pounds of fat isn't what makes beauty, whereever it may be stored. Learn to appreciate this incredibly sexy body that God has given to you. Let me show you something." With that he released her hand which fell helplessly in her lap, and he began to unbutton her blouse untill it was fully opened and revealing her bra. ""But what if someone walks in," she frantically protesed as he removed her blouse from her sholders. "Ok, go lock the office door," he told her. Obediently, she got out of her chair and locked the door. As she walked back toward him, he told her again how beautiful and sexy she looked. Again, she blushed a deep red as she slowly walked back to Richard, drawn more by his magnatism than by her own will. He did not let her sit down this time. His hand held her by her naked waist. "Take off your bra," he commanded softly. She looked up hesitantly but said nothing, surrendering herself to his will that seemed to have taken over control of all her own thought processes. Her arms reached back and easily unhooked the bra and let it fall from her sholders. "Put it with the blouse," he told her, and she dropped it on top of the desk.. His hands went to her breasts. Gently, he lifted them and let his hands roam over them, awakening the nipples that begain to harden to his touch. "Look at them," he instructed her. She meekly obeyed. "Look how elegantly they are shaped. They are so dainty and such a picture of grace. See the beautiful symmetry, each one formed in lovliness. Your nipples are a study in perfection. See how perky they look as they stand at attention in their full glory. Don't you see their shapely beauty?," he asked. She looked into his eyes. She so wanted to see what he described , but for too many years she had looked at her undersized breasts and had seen only inferior nubs where others had real breasts. She had heard the boys make jokes about her smallness, and the girls shamed her over her undeveloped breast. She couldn't even remember who was the first to say she had twinkies instead of titties, but it stuck, and all through high school, she was known as "Twinky" a name she always hated, but always answered to. Tears welled up in her eyes as she answered this man who had undressed her from the waist up to reveal her shameful lacking, "No, no, I see any thing but beauty," she whimpered. "Here, take your hands and feel them. Love them with your fingers, appreciate the fantastic beauty God has shaped on your beautiful chest." he ordered her, as he released them and stepped out of the way. Her hands lifted as if in someone else's control. Her fingers moved to clutch her undersized boobs. She felt dirty to be exploring her own body. Here she was doing nasty things in front of someone she barely knew. Her hands searched for the hidden splendor no one else had ever seen, especially herself. ' Just hold them," the voice said. "Look at them, See the beautiful gentle curves of your breasts? See the sassy little nipples demanding attention? Feel the delicate ridges around your nipples and see the exquisite colors of pink and brown and white. It looks like the work of a magnificent artist. There is not a hint of sagging in your breasts. They are perfection in superb detail. Can't you see this glory you carry everyday of your life? Say it. Say I have beautiful breasts." "I, I, I, have beau...beaut," she searched out his eyes for assurance, before she could make herself mouth the words: "I have.... have beautiful br..breasts," she finally choked out. "That's, right," he assurred her. "Just keep repeating that for me to hear, and let me hold them again," he told her. Immediately he took one of the dainty nipples into his mouth and begin to such on it. The nipple seemed to double in size. Her breathing deepened as she continued to praise her body with the words he had told her to say. Richard's goal was to get his dick in and out of her in less than 30 minutes. He had taken his time up to now, but knew it was time not wasted. The rest should go pretty fast he knew as his hand moved to the bottom of her skirt and began to move up her inner thighs. She stiffened for a moment in protest but slowly relaxed again as her mind returned to those strange words her lips kept mouthing about her beauty. Soon his hands touched the silky panties. The crouch was almost dripping with her juices. As soon as his fingers touched her there, her whole body shuddered violently. He removed his hand and unzipped her skirt. She felt it fall to her ankles and stepped out of it, leaving her clad only in her wet panties. Richard wanted those to stay on her until the very last moment. He released her breast and kissed her mouth, stopping the mindless words she was obediently repeating. His hands moved to her panties and rolled them down till only the clutchingmouth of her pussy held them in place. Then as one hand roved over her lower body, his other returned to give pleasure to her breasts. He continued to work on her tongue, her titties and her leaking pussy. Finally, he pulled the soggy panties from her cunt and rolled it down her thighs and legs till it too lay at her feet. He gripped her buttocks lifted her up, leaving her panties behind, and sat her on the edge of her desk. Quickly he burried his face in her well lubricated cunt and started to work on her quivering womanhood. His tongue licked the full length of her slit and when her hit her clitoris she jerked like she had been jolted with a volt of electricity. "Oh what did you do?, she cried out. Richard was shocked at her words. Had no one ever touched her clit before, he wondered. He busied himself washing down her cuntal walls as he thrust deep inside her. He pulled out and headed again toward her love button. This time he sucked her clit into his mouth and attacked it with his tongue. She went wild as her hips thrust up from the desk and she began to shake involuntarily like she was freezing in the winter cold. He felt her orgasim building. She could have cared less who walked through the doors of her office. She would have surrended herself on stage for the whole world to see at that moment. Nothing mattered but the pleasure that was building in every nerve of her body. He thought a moment about leaving her just short of fulfillment, but then decided this would be a good build up for their next time. He devoted all his talent and skills to making this the mother of all orgasims. There was no doubt in his mind when the earthquake of her first orgasim exploded in her belly. She moaned and cried out with pleasure. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her hips bucked furiously from the desk top. Chill bumps covered her whole body as the intensity of those long denied sexual fireworks shot through every fiber of her being leaving her thoroughly spent as she finally collapsed and lay back on the papers neatly placed on the top of her desk. Even as she lay there almost in a comotose state, tingles of pleasure would periodically quiver down the trunk of her body into the deep recessed of her newly awakened womanhood. Richard glanced at the clock on the wall and realized 21 minutes had passed. He was barely going to make the time limit. He pulled from between he legs and gently coaxed her back from the world of sexual ectasy. He explained to her that he did not have time to make love to her, like he wanted, but he was going to enter her and let her pussy pull him deep inside her. He needed to move her from the desk to the carpet. She offered no protest as he reached under her neck and drew her into an upright position, then holding her tight against him, he laid her on the plush carpet.. Some of the papers had stuck to her sweaty body and scatterred on the floor beside her. He undid his pants and let them fall to his feet as he skinned his jockey shorts down his hips, freleasing his rock hard cock. Kneeling between her parted thighs, he moved his penis to the mouth of her love channel and prepared to hide the salami. He learned quickly that this part of her body had not been well used. Either that prick that she had married didn't have much equiptment or he didn't bother using it much, because she was the tightest married woman he had ever had. Slowly he pushed inside her. He could feel her muscles tighten around his unfamiliar visitor, before he was over an inch inside her. He pushed inside another two inches and she began to whimper, "Oh, no, you are so big. I don't think I can take anymore." Richard had other ideas. He knew not only that she could, but that she would take it all before she got off the floor today. He pushed another two inches inside. The streching was shooting pain deep inside her pussy. She had never taken that much meat inside of her. She tried to scoot up to escape this determined invader, but to no avail. He needed to get this done, Richard reasoned, and with one hard determined thrust he was all the way in. His thrust surprised her and she clenched every muscles of her body, which only increased the pain. "Relax,' Richard whispered as he brushed the hair from her eyes and bent down to kiss her on the forhead. "You've taken it all, just let your body accomodate it. After a full minute, he began to move in and out a couple of inches at a time. Her pain had lessened considerably by now. Glancing at the clock he could barely see from the floor, Richard pulled out all the way to the head and then moved all the way back inside. She offered no resistence. Once more he withdrew and slide all the way back inside her. She moaned. He smiled. Then he pulled all the way out and began to pull up his shorts and pants into place. "That's all for today baby," he told her. I am going to spend the night with you tomorrow and then I'm taking you out of town this week-end. Today was great, you little sexy thing you, but these next couple of days are going to be fabulous." She continued to lay on the floor as if she was no longer aware that someone knock on her office door at any moment. "You better get dressed and get yourself together," he told her as he bent down and picked up her panties. "The first time I take a woman's panties off, they belong to me. I will buy you some more if you want and I only take the panties one time but these are memories," he said as he waved them before her and then slipped them inside his pocket. Suddenly she seemed to awaken to the real world again. She quickly jumped up and started slipping on her clothes. She caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the glass window. "Oh no, I am a mess," she moaned, and as quickly as she could get everything covered, she unlocked the door and headed for the women's room. Richard opened the door to my office and walked in. He had been gone exactly 29 minutes. "Where is Joan?" I asked, surprised he had come back in while the phone was still connected. "Oh she had to go to the ladies room, so I thought I would come back in," he answered, as he walked over and picked up his cell phone. "Close your eyes a minute and see if you can identify something for me," he told me. Impatiently, I closed my eyes and said, "Ok, what?" I caught a whiff of something but didn't know what it was. Suddenly something wet and cold was being wiped on my nose and mouth."What are your doing, I demanded as I opened my eyes and jerked my head back. "Don't you recognize little Miss Wonderful's scent," Richard asked with a little laugh, as he held up a small pair of pink panties with a sopping wet crouch. "No, I don't. I have never smelled her before," I said in indignation. "At least not there." "Well you have now," Richard said with a little chuckle. I was filled with envy. I've had sex with two women and two women only in my entire life and Richard seemed to have no problem bedding any women whenever he wanted, even someone whose name he can't even remember I thought angerly. It was that way all through high school and it is still that way today. It seemed so unfair at the moment that I did not even think of the fact that I had not even seriously thought of having sex with another woman since I had been married to Patty. Before I could get my head together again, I heard him bark out an order to me: "Get rid of those clothes. I've got something saved back just for you." I started to protest, but knew it was a waste of time. I shed everything I had on and crawled over to the chair to get him ready for the now expected blow job. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped and unbuttoned his dress pants and slipped pants and short down to his ankles. I took his semi hard cock into my mouth in what was now becoming a familiar ritual again. It quickly became rock hard as I licked my tongue over his shaft and bobbed up and down and sucked on his rod. "Ok, that's enough," he barked. "Get off your knees and bend over the chair." I was not ready for that. I never liked it in my anus. Surely he did not mean to do that today before his taking everyone out for his family treat. I looked up at him and realized he was dead serious. "Richard, not today of all days," I peaded. "Get over her and bend over," he commanded. I got in the required position and he came in behind me. "I am going to fuck your ass and then you are going to drink my piss, and if you argue with me in anyway, I'll make you do it again tonight at the restaurant. I bend over the arm of the big easy chair. Richard positioned me till he was satisfied and then moved his dick to the small opening in my ass. "Take a deep breath," he said and let it out slowly. As I obeyed, I felt the head enter my nether region. I felt like he was going to rip me apart. My whole rectum felt like it was on fire. I clenched my ass checks together hard. Richard laughed at my discomfort. He thrust more deeply inside me. I couldn't remember when anything had hurt me like this. He had gotten so much bigger since he had done this on a fairly regular basis during our school years. Every time I would relax just a bit, he would push hard sinking it deeper and deeper inside. i didn't think he would ever get it all inside, but I finally felt his balls slapping against my own. At least, he would not be going any deeper. No sooner had that thought comforted me than he began fucking my ass a violently as he could. He wanted me to feel the pain now and to still be aware of it as I sat with him and my family at his special meal just for us. Now I knew what he meant by special. It would be like none other that I had shared with them. Finally, he pulled out and ordered me to clean him up with my mouth and wash him with my tongue. When I had finished, he told me to get dressed and he would meet me at my house later. With that, he pulled up his pants, and walked out the door into Joan's office again. I hurt so bad I could hardly get my clothes back on. It was still early. I tried to get some of my worrk finished. It was hard to organize figures when my mind was on the pain deep inside my bowels and on the evening that was still ahead. When I call Joan into my office to get some more papers to type, she could not meet my eyes with her's. I wondered what was now in store for her as well as for me.
Introduction: Charles and Kevin are good friends. Debby is Charles' girlfriend and a serious flirt. Charles' bravado leads to daring Debby into inviting Kevin into bed. Debby, Charles and Kevin got really stoned. They were watching a nature program on TV, sitting on the couch. Debby sat between Charles and Kevin. On the TV a male giraffe was mounting a female. Kevin said, "I always wondered how baby giraffe's were made." Everyone laughed and Debby put her hands on the guy's thighs, giving them a pat. One on Kevin's. One on Charles'. Kevin looked at her hand, then looked at Charles, who made a mock surprise face and they all laughed. Debby said, "You guys are silly." Then she moved her hands to their crotches. "Charles," Kevin said in a tattle tale sing song, "Debby's touching my crotch." Charles leaned over and looked at Kevin's crotch. Sure enough, Debby was rubbing Kevin's crotch. Charles said, "She's such a tease." He flopped back on the couch. "She'd never take it out." Charles immediately regretted saying it. He wasn't sure why he did. Saying it to Kevin in front of Debby was bravado. Charles struggled with bravado. Charles acted like any girl he was with would only want him. When someone flirted with her he'd give tacit approval for her to flirt back. Any other girl would act shy or embarrassed. Not Debby. Debby loved sex. And she was handsy. She had rubbed Kevin's crotch before, thinking Charles hadn't noticed. And Kevin had squeezed her tits behind Charles' back. Debby laughed and attacked Kevin's jeans with gusto. It was obvious to Charles that she had been wanting this. She weedled Kevin's pecker out of his zipper and stroked it. As Kevin's penis inflated Debby said, "Damn, your dick is big!" Charles leaned forward and looked, "Sure 'nuff. Like a toadstool." It was the first time Charles had seen Kevin's dick while it was erect. The shaft seemed normal but the helmet was oversized. It was a big, good looking dong. "Or a mushroom," Debby said. "That big ol' thing could give a girl stretch marks." "On her cheeks," Charles said, again, instantly regretting it. It was one of the many things he'd regret saying that night. "Can I try to get stretch marks on my cheeks?" Debby said looking straight at Charles. Charles sighed. Kevin froze: his head was buzzing. Was Debby asking Charles for permission to suck his dick? If she was asking Charles if she could suck his dick then Kevin had to stay very still. He held his breath. In moments like these Kevin's brain would abdicate control in favor of his prick. His brain was now largely ceremonial: his dick was running the show. Kevin should have said he didn't think it was a good idea if Debby sucked his dick, but blowjobs were ALWAYS a good idea. Even if things were awkward afterward. At least, that's what Kevin thought when his pecker was in the driver's seat. Charles stared at Debby as she fondled Kevin's penis. His cavalier attitude was being challenged. Could he handle seeing his girlfriend suck his friend's above average sized dong? Or would he be jealous thinking Debby wanted Kevin more than she wanted him? Charles sighed and said, "You go girl." Debby giggled. Then she leaned over and kissed Kevin hard on the mouth pushing her tongue inside and swirling it around. Charles made note of the fact that a kiss wasn't in Debby's initial request. His girlfriend was about to put Kevin's dick in her mouth, but that kiss really annoyed him. The kiss made the blowjob more than a sexual act: it made it more intimate. Debby brought her lips down to Kevin's mushroom headed dong like she was trapped underwater and it was her only source of air. She grabbed his shaft, opened her mouth and dropped down on it as far as she could go. To Charles' dismay, it wasn't very far. Kevin's dick head was big. Debby made smacking and slurping noises as she moaned and gobbled on Kevin's knob. Charles wondered if she sucked his dick with such gusto? It was hard to compare how she sucked his dick against how she sucked Kevin's dick, because while you're getting your dick sucked it's really hard to concentrate on anything else. Was she loving Kevin's penis or was she just stoned and horny? Debby kneeled on the couch, her backside in Charles' face, which was okay with him. Her butt was nice to look at and with it in his face he couldn't see her going down on Kevin. Charles put his lips to her backside and kissed the left hip pocket of her jeans. Then he kissed the seam of her jeans where it passed over her vulva. She wriggled her butt to say 'I felt that'. He rubbed her crotch and pushed his thumb into her clitoris. She moaned but kept working on Kevin's dick. Charles reached between her legs and grasped the button of her jeans and twisted till it came loose. Then he eased down her zipper. Debby pulled her mouth off Kevin's dick with a 'pop' and looked between her legs at Charles, who had hooked his fingers into her hip pockets and was working her jeans down. Her butt crack was exposed. Charles thought if he could get her pants down far enough he would entertain himself by licking her pussy. Maybe slip his dick in her while she was strangling on Kevin's fat headed cock. But Debby didn't want to be distracted by Charles right now. She grabbed a belt loop and pulled her jeans back up. "What are you doing?" she laughed, alarmed. "You ain't gonna turn this into a gangbang." Charles raised his eyebrows pretending to be shocked. He was still too stoned to realize that Debby was on a mission and every move he made, every word he spoke, she would twist into something she wanted to hear. Charles stood up and tugged at her hips pulling her face away from Kevin's cock. He wanted to get her mind off Kevin's wang. He said, "Let's go to bed." Debby's mouth fell open. Her right hand squeezed Kevin's veiny weenie and said, "Okay . . . c'mon Kevin!" She jumped to her feet and pulled him to his feet by his dick. Kevin held onto his pants to keep them from falling down. He hobbled in front of Debby, backwards. Then Charles' mouth fell open. He was trying to get Debby to stop sucking Kevin's dick. He was trying to get out of what his bravado had gotten him into. He had not meant for her to suck his friend's dick in the first place. Debby was supposed to dare Charles and he would act like it was no big deal. Then they'd all laugh and Charles would make an excuse for Kevin to go home. Charles thought that if he claimed he was tired and moved Debby to the bedroom, Kevin would just sit and watch TV while he rode out his buzz. Then Charles could fuck the horny out of his girlfriend. Charles watched as Debby pushed Kevin into her bedroom and pushed him onto her bed. At any point he thought he could have stopped the whole thing with a word. An honest word, but Charles kept playing along thinking, 'she won't do it', 'Kevin won't let her do it,' so it was with anxious disbelief that he saw his girlfriend eagerly tugging off Kevin's pants and kicking them aside. Charles said, "I'm gonna get a beer. You . . . start without me." Why did he say that? Charles had to stop getting stoned. He walked to the kitchen shaking his head. 'How did I get into this mess?' he thought. Debby said with a leer, "You heard the man, let's get this show on the road!" Debby waggled her ass as she tugged down her own stone-washed jeans. She whipped off her panties and tossed them at Kevin's face with a laugh. She shrugged off her top and her little titties jiggled. Then she jumped on the bed, threw a leg over his torso and kissed him hard on the mouth, shoving her tongue roughly inside. Debby was anxious to fuck Kevin before Charles took the opportunity away. She had known Charles for a long time. She knew how he would act aloof while Kevin flirted with his girlfriends thinking they wouldn't flirt back. She was different. She had been trying to get Kevin into bed before she had gotten with Charles, but Kevin would shut her down saying he had a girlfriend. Debby knew that. So did all the other girls Kevin was screwing. Debby felt Kevin's erection bump her butt. She moved her hips from side to side, trying to align her twat with his dong. She knew she was wet enough for him to slide in but his dick head was so big it would take a significant push to get him inside her. Charles came back with his beer in time to see Debby reach between her legs, grab Kevin's hardon and guide it into her sweet little fuck hole. Kevin's legs dangled off the edge of the bed as Debby rubbed his swollen dickhead in the slit of her vulva. She pushed her hips down a little. She was wet but the love canal was small. She pushed her hips down harder. "Good grief!" Kevin said, "don't break my dick!" Kevin grabbed Debby's butt and pulled her cheeks apart. This time when Debby wiggled her hips back and forth Kevin's swollen schlong slowly disappeared inside her. The entire time that Debby was attempting to get Kevin's dick inside her she was kissing him on the mouth, which seemed worse to Charles than the fact that she was pushing her cunny down his shaft. When Kevin's big dickhead finally worked it's way into her tight wet cock sock she threw back her head and gave a low groan that Charles hadn't heard her make before. Maybe she was just excited and surprised to be having sex with Kevin; a man she obviously wanted to fuck. Debby pushed down and Kevin's dick disappeared. Not all the way. It would take a few more downward thrusts of her hips before she could take him all the way in. Her butt cheeks flexed with each rise and fall. Her face was a rictus of ecstasy. Her mouth a perfect curve of joy. "Oh oh oh," she grunted, "I love your cock!" Charles was thinking, 'prolly should have had her grab a condom.' Of course, he hadn't thought he'd be watching his girlfriend fuck his best friend. Things had gotten out of hand very fast. In spite of himself Charles got an erection. He didn't want one and admonished his penis for being so inappropriate. 'You're supposed to be flaccid with outrage,' he said to his inflating member. 'Who's side are you on?' Charles realized that sulking meant he might be left out and he didn't want to be the only one not getting laid. Debby humped up and down on Kevin's dick. It fascinated Charles to watch his girlfriend being penetrated. His stoned brain appreciated the sight of a man and woman fitting together so naturally and that it gave them such great pleasure to do this thing he was watching. Charles thought about initiating anal sex with Debby but he'd never been able to talk her into it before. Maybe she'd be willing since Charles had given her permission to screw Kevin. He thought that, if he were to talk Debby into double penetration, the conversation should have started long before he allowed her to suck his best friend's dick. Charles rubbed his crotch. Then he pulled his prick out and stroked it. Then he let his pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them. Kevin saw Charles standing there holding his hardon and wondered what his intent was. He felt like he knew Charles well enough to think he wouldn't try to initiate sex with him . . . but he wasn't sure. Kevin was always grabbing Charles' ass and making sexual innuendo, so maybe Charles was ready to call his bluff. Kevin thought playfulness might diffuse a storm that seemed to be brewing in Charles' mind. Charles didn't look happy that his girlfriend was in flagrante delicto with his friend. Charles had even accused Kevin of wanted to have sex with Debby but Kevin denied the desire. Debby had been angling to have sex with Kevin and it would arouse him sometimes, but Kevin didn't like Debby. So Kevin said, in a tattle tale sing song, "Debby won't stop fucking me!" Debby stopped humping and looked back at Charles as if gauging his temper. Someone had stated the obvious and Debby thought it might break the spell. Charles burst out laughing. Then Debby and Kevin started laughing and she went back to her task. Up and down, up and down. Charles stepped behind Debby and between Kevin's legs. Kevin wasn't sure what Charles was doing but didn't say anything. Probably just getting a closer look . . . though, he is holding his dick . . . When Debby's ups and downs started to bring Kevin closer to climax, he grabbed her ass and pumped her up and down until he started to cum. Charles pushed his dick against Debby's pussy which still contained Kevin's penis. It felt really weird. When Kevin started to squirt he could feel Charles' dick pressing against his. It felt like Charles might be trying to push his dick inside Debby alongside his own. A final downward thrust and Debby ground her clit into Kevin's pubic bone, her insides pulsing. She lay across his chest and kissed his face all over. Kevin couldn't see because Charles' girlfriend was sprawled on top of him and shoving her tongue in his mouth. From time to time his penis would pulse with pleasure, nestled in Debby's warm wet pulsing body. Charles wanted to have sex with his girlfriend but Kevin's dick was already in there. So . . . he pulled Kevin's dick out of her. When it was in his hand his brain said, 'I'll bet his dick tastes like her pussy.' It only seemed natural to want to put it in his mouth. So, for a few seconds, Charles sucked Kevin's dick. He hadn't thought about how it might taste like Kevin's semen as well. He didn't do it with gusto. He just licked the head, then pushed it in his mouth a few times. It did taste like Debby. Kevin was stunned. Was Charles sucking his dick? Then Kevin could feel Charles put his mouth on Debby's pussy. Kevin thought, 'she's full of my cum.' Charles is weird, he thought. Then Charles straightened up and shoved his dick inside Debby. He started thrusting with gusto. Charles thought, 'Debby is full of Kevin's sperm: I should have put on a condom.' For a minute or so Kevin's dick lay alongside Debby's vulva and when Charles hit bottom he was slamming Kevin's dick into Debby's pelvis. Kevin pushed his butt into the bed and got his pecker out of harm's way so Charles could continue to screw Debby without his dick being in the way. Kevin got the impression that Charles wasn't happy with how the evening had played out. Charles was fucking Debby knowing Kevin's dick was in the way and instead of making sure there was no dick to dick homosexual contact, he pounded Kevin's big headed prick into Debby's pelvic anvil. 'It's probably gonna be bruised', thought Kevin. Charles fucked and fucked Debby as she lay on Kevin's chest, her little tits pressing into him. She was so wet that Charles' wasn't getting a lot of traction and his leg hairs were tickling Kevin's legs. After what Kevin thought must be a few hundred thrusts, Debby arched her back and pressed her tits hard into his chest, pushed her lips against his and jammed her tongue in his mouth. Then she went stiff as a board. Charles kept hammering away, squeezing her ass cheeks and Debby started crooning and chanting, "Oh! uh! oh! uh! Oh!" Then Charles shuddered, froze, thrust 3 more times, went rigid for 10 seconds, then collapsed across Debby's back. Debby said, "Oof! I'm a sex sandwich!" "My favorite kind," Kevin said. Charles rolled off the pile and onto the bed. Debby stretched out on top of Kevin and kissed his chest. She leaned in and stuck her tongue in his mouth. She was getting all the kissing in before Charles made her stop. Then Kevin rolled her off between him and Charles, embarrassed that Charles' girlfriend was all over him. They all crawled towards the head of the bed and grabbed a pillow. Debby stretched, smiled, then reached down to the foot of the bed and pulled a quilt over them all. Charles flipped the quilt aside and went to the bathroom. As soon as Charles left the room, Debby dove under the blanket and took Kevin's placid flaccid penis into her mouth and rolled it around. "Stop, stop," Kevin said, in a whisper. He sensed that Charles had had enough of his girlfriend being intimate with another man. So she surfaced and curled into him, being the little spoon. Kevin was too stoned and fucked-out to care at that point and fell asleep. Charles came back to the bedroom, looked at the couple asleep on the bed. Sighed. Turned off the lights, then curled up on the edge of the bed as far from his friend and girlfriend as he could get, and lay there for a long time before sleep overtook him.
Introduction: Just a quick story I wanted to share When we were first married my wife and I would travel quite a bit. In our home town we don't have a good adult store so when we traveled it became a regular thing to find one. Over the years the 2 best we have found are the Adam and Eve locations and a place called The Lions Den, our personal favorite. When we first began she was very shy and would only want to be there for short times. Now she is willing to browse the store looking at porn and even some of the more adventurous toys. She has even gone as far as having conversations with strangers in the stores. A few years back on a trip headed north we found a lions den on the side of the interstate. As normal we pulled in and had a look. It wasn't the biggest but she noticed right off that it had something none of the other did, an arcade. She wasn't sure what to make of it. Once I saw it I had a different thought. As we were parking I noticed 5 cars outside, but once we were in the only people I noticed were the clerk and another couple. I had recently become intrigued by the idea of her with another man two thoughts came to my mind. The first was the lack of people meant there were some in the back watching porn. The second was, maybe there is a glory hole. I didn't want to spook her so I tried to make it sound normal. "It's basically a porn booth. You go in and pay to watch a porn and jerk off. It could be fun to check it out together." I was trying not to seam eager. She thought about it for a while as we walked around. After 20 minuets she decided no and we left. Horny and disappointed we continued on to our destination. Some time later we were on another trip. We were beginning to be disappointed as we hadn't had and luck finding a good shop but thanks to google I found one a few blocks from our hotel. When we walked in I noticed the sign for the video booths off in the back. I didn't give it much thought as I felt nothing would happen. We separated as I went to look at the dildos, always trying to find one she likes better, and she went to look at the porn. After a little bit I noticed she was talking to the clerk and motioned to the back. As I walked up the clerk was explaining, "Yes the door locks and you just insert cash select what you want to watch and enjoy yourself." My wife turned, "You want to watch some porn?" A stupid question that only needed a nod in response. We made our way to the back and into the vacant booth. I inserted the cash as she began looking through the selection. We had only watched for a few moments before she had her hand on my crotch. I was already hard and I guess she was excited too. She unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock gave it a couple tugs to make sure it was hard bent over and began to suck me off. My wife is 5'5" 225 lbs with 34d Breast. She isn't a small girl but I love all her curves. As she sucked and jerked I was in heaven. I pulled her shirt and bra up releasing her breasts. I began to fondle them as she continued. It took a few minutes but I finally came, blowing my load in her warm mouth. She swallowed every drop. As she came upright and we kissed she remarked, "That's a first. Never sucked someone off in a store before." Before I could respond a voice replied. "Fuck that's hot. Any chance you would suck me off?" Shocked she jumped pulling her shirt down and looked around the small booth. "Who the fuck said that!" A hand came through a hole in the wall my wife looked down at it then to me. I knew immediately and the thought rushed through my mind. "Fuck yes a glory hole. This fucker just watched her suck me off. HE SAW HER TITS!" I must have had a big grin on my face because when I looked at her she wasn't smiling. I was trying to think of something to say that would convince her to blow him when he chimed in. "Can I at least touch your tits?" I looked down at her. "He has already seen them and watched you suck cock. I'm sure he would enjoy them as much as I do." She rolled her eyes raised her shirt and squat down to the level of the waiting hand. He cupped and squeezed one then the other. Complementing her as he began to play with her nipples. She began to stand and you could hear the disappointment in his voice "Wait. If you won't suck me will you at least give me a hand job?" I'll never forget the annoyed look on her face because it's the same one I get when I want to fuck and she isn't in the mood. She sighed giving an annoyed "fine". It didn't take a moment and an uncut cock came through the hole. She knelt down and began jerking him off. I soon became aware that I had never put my own cock away as I hard again and I began stroking as I watched. My wife turned to see me jerking all I could do was tell her how sexy she looked with a strangers cock in her hand. She gave me a sly grin and asked if I wanted to see it in her mouth. I almost came right then. He must have been as horny as I was at that point because he didn't last long before we heard him say he was going to cum. She pulled off and jerked him till he came on her tits. She continued to stroke his softening cock as I came a moment later. The stranger thanked her saying she was by far one of the best cocksuckers he had ever had. We straightened ourselves up and left the booth. There were 3 men in the store and it was everything I could do to not wonder which my wife had blown. We bought a couple products and left for our hotel. Needles to say we fucked when we got back and it was amazing. Let me know what y'all think of our story's. Let me know what
Introduction: She got married and now also she keeps on getting pleasured by me After the whole night session I left Neeru free for few days. The way she walked around in the office was indeed funny and people got suspicious and asked her, she told that her ankle got twisted but later she told me her pussy and ass was sore from the battering she got from me the other day. It was almost a week that I didn't fuck her, my cock was aching to be in her pussy and my lips aching to suck her pussy and boobs. It was Monday and our bosses were in head office , so I planned to use the situation to the full.On an excuse that I was looking for a book , I called her upstairs in our library which was situated in our MD's room, which could be locked from inside and was also kinda sound proof. She being the library in charge came up to the library unaware of my plans.That day she was dressed in Red with black spots salwar kameez which was a bit deep cut , which showed off her cleavage, which she hid with her chunni. Her lips were red and her nails silver. She wore slippers on her feet along with payals and lot of bangles in her arms. As soon as she came in the room, I immediately locked it from inside and grabbed and pushed her against the wall. She looked at me in horror in her eyes 'Kya kar rahe ho" she gasped out. Without replying her my mouth clamped against her lips and started kissing her. I tried to pry open her lips so that I can shove in my tongue , she resisted but couldn't do much as her arms were pinned against the wall with mine. She finally gave in and opened her cherry red lips as I shoved in my tongue, she also did the same and I sucked on her tongue. Finally I let go off her arms as kept on kissing her, my arm now caressed her neck , while the other arm caressed her boobs above her kameez. After much kissing my mouth shifted to her neck, licking it, giving light bites on her ear lobes while inhaling her scent. Then I knelt before her while she was still standing , and pushed up her kameez to expose her bare belly to me, I kissed lightly on her belly button , licking around her waist, hands were behind my head caressing it and taking in whisper "Koi aa jaiga , chor do" , I replied while still kissing and biting her slender waist "don't worry , door andar se lock hai" . I raised my self and grabbed her chunni and threw it away, her cleavage was so delicious to look at, I dived myself in her cleavage and started to put wet kisses all over it, her breath was getting heavier and more laborious as her hands were still behind my head. I grabbed the kameez from her shoulder and pulled it down along with her bra straps. Her juicy and now erect boobs were exposed and at my mercy now. I clamped my mouth on her left boob and sucked hard , while my hands were caressing the other one. She moaned loudly at my action as I felt her nails tighten on my hairs. She moaned louder as I sucked harder and bit her nipples lightly.Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhh. After ravishing her left boob, now I concentrated on her right one and gave it the same treatment. After I left her boobs, they were totally wet and erect and reddish with my attacks. My mouth again went to her lips kissing her full on her mouth, while my hands were busy untying the strings of her pyjama. She now was taken aback by my intentions and grabbed my hands from untying it but I shoved off her hands and succeeded in releasing the strings and her pyjama just collapsed around her ankles.She was now standing before me with her kameez hitched up and pyjama around on the floor. I again knelt down before her and pulled down her black panty and it also had the same fate as the pyjama. I inhaled the aroma from her pussy and felt it with my hand, it was all wet and dripping from the foreplay. I slipped off her left slipper and slid the pyjama and panty through it, now it was around her right ankle and her left ankle was now free. I again inhaled the aroma from her dripping pussy, it was musky and pungent. I placed my right hand over the mound, and looked up. Neeru was pressing against the wall with her eyes closed. I dipped my middle finger in her pussy and she gasped, it was so wet and warm inside, taking out my finger from her pussy I licked it clean.Now I lifted her left leg and placed it on my shoulder as I was still kneeling before her. Her sole of her feet was now rested on my right shoulder, she tried for a last time "Pls mat karo, koi dekh lega" but didn't not remove her feet from my shoulder, her slim payal was rubbing against my ear.I did not reply to her but stuck out my tongue and parted her bush with my right hand and flicked her pussy, her whole body spas med, now I held on to her waist and clamped my mouth over her pussy lips. Dove in my tongue deep in her pussy and flicked her clit . I was now fucking her pussy with my tongue. She clamped her hands behind my head pulling me deeper as I could hear her moans. I was lucky that the room was sound proof or anyone could have heard her moans. I was now plundering her pussy with my mouth and tongue , sucking her pussy and licking it hard. She gasped and writhed with each long lick of mine. It was hard to keep her steady , she also cooperated and didn't let her feet slip from my shoulder. But I could feel her toes curl and uncurl against my shoulder as her payals rubbed against my ear. Soon she had a massive orgasm and her whole body convulsed as she came all over my face. It was then I got up and looked at her, she was still recovering from the wave as her boobs heaved with her breath and she was still panting and moaning. I guided her to the MD's table and made her sit on it. Her slippers had long left her feet as I took both of her legs on my shoulder with her ankles resting on it. I positioned my hard cock on her already dripping pussy and slid it in with ease, I pulled back a bit and pushed it in again and it was buried till the hilt in her eager and wet cunt. She held on to the table with her hands as I began the rhythm . I pulled back till the tip of my cock and pushed it in hard again. She now moaned louder with each stroke of mine. She also pushed back her hips to match with my strokes. I held on to her thighs to steady her and myself as I was standing. I bent over few times to suck her bobbing boobs and flick at her nipples. She tried to grab my head each time I went near her nipples but I slipped back and kept up my tempo. Her toes curled and her payals rubbing on my shoulder was very erotic. I took her left foot in my hand and sucked her toes and finger before playing with her payals. She was enjoying all that with her eyes closed and her head moving from side to side and moans ohhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh oh oh I increased my speed as we didn't have much time , we had to get back before my colleagues became suspicious , so I started to hammer jack her with break neck speed. The table also rammed against the wall with my force and items on the table began to fall off . she had her second orgasm and as she grabbed the table and arched her back with a loud moan..Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh as her mangalsutra swayed from one boob to the other with the rythemI could feel myself getting over the edge, so I started to bang her mercilessly, and after a last few strokes keep my cock embedded deep in her as I gushed out my cum in liters in her un protected pussy. She also shivered at the intensity and fell back on the table as I released her legs from my shoulder and fell back on a chair. I could now see her lying on the table with her legs dangling and my fresh cum oozed from her pussy onto the table.It took few moments for both of us to regain our breath and then we got up and dressed and left the room, I kissed her deep before we left as she rushed into the toilet to re apply her make up.We had gone for 30 minutes, so no one noticed. She was so scared that anyone could have found out but I told her to relax and asked whether she enjoyed or not, she just smiled, I told her "baad me phir se karenge" . she was shocked at my remarks but nodded after some time.
Introduction: I am a divorced man 6"4" and a muscular 250lbs. One of my many horny escapades. I had been watching Taylor in her bikini all day and it was driving me nuts. I had been so horny and unable to release for days due to interruptions and having to spend a lot of time at work. Taylor was a small breasted girl next door with frizzy auburn hair and freckles. She had an amazing white bubble ass, probably the most amazing I had ever seen. I had been watching her amazing ass eat her swimsuit all day and her top open enough to give me a downblouse of her tiny breasts and little nipples. She had to have seen the tent I was making with my constant erections. I let her know cracking jokes about how she needed to put sunblock on her white ass cheeks before she would have a hard time sitting. Her aunt and Uncle were gone for the night so she was hanging out at our house even though the wife wasn't home. I was Frustrated trying to flash her all day with no acknowledgement. I cooked burgers and changed into a towel knowing she could see my cock while we ate. I even got a huge erection that I did the opposite of trying to hide. I knew she had to see it as she stood to gather the paper plates and just stood over me even after getting my plate. But she came back looking again as she kissed me on the cheek "Thanks for cooking, it was great." God I was frustrated as I got in bed. I was just getting ready to relive myself when she knocked at the door. The lights were low and IT was on when I turned on the TV. "Hey, you were right! I did get sunburned." she was covering her breasts with a towel and I could see her little panties filled with her young puffy labium "Could I borrow one of your undershirts to sleep in?" I nodded and she walked over pulling one out of the drawer while showing her amazing ass in a thong. Holy shit it was amazing even with the redness and tan lines. She dropped the towel thinking I could not see her breasts, but I got a full view in the mirror as she lifted her arms up to put the shirt on. stretching to show her flat belly and small breasts with tiny pink hard nipples. She caught me realizing that I had seen it all when she looked in the mirror. The bad thing was that I had not concentrated more on her amazing ass as the shirt now covered it. She turned red down to her shoulders and I thought she was angry, but she turned to get the towel bending at the waist showing me that amazing ass again as she picked up her towel. She came back over. "Do you still have that green aloe vera stuff for sunburn?" I nodded pointing over to the bedside table. She crawled over me showing me her breasts through the sleeve as she did sitting on her knees with her ass towards me while she searched the drawers. God she was trying to kill me as my erection grew again tenting the covers. Her labium was bursting out the sides and I could make out every crevice as well as her hood pressing against her tiny panties. Most of all was the pink ring around her anus split by the thong. I had to let her know I was looking "Damn, sorry..but that has got to hurt being that pink." She turned blushing realizing the view she was providing even reaching back between her legs pulling the t-shirt up between her legs and holding it. "Found it!" as she turned and crawled back over her hand brushing my tent and she froze looking at it for a second. "I hate to ask you to do this, but would you please put this on my back and butt?" I acted like I didn't want to. "Please?" I nodded and she handed me the bottle laying on her belly and pulling the shirt off. She was trying to kill me! I started to rub some on her back "Did you get a belly button piercing?" she nodded and rolled over with her legs open towards me. "Yeah, it hurt a bit, but I like it. Do you?" I ran my hand up across her panty feeling her belly and her body shivered. She realized reaching her arm over to cover her tiny breasts. My forearm rested against her crotch "I guess it doesn't matter, not like I have anything to cover up." she moved her arm. "I wouldn't say that. Big or small they are always sexy." she slapped my leg seeing my the tent from erection bounce again as she turned back over twisting my arm between her legs. "Could you put the stuff on?" as I slowly pulled my arm across her crotch and out "Oh, sorry about that!" as I started to put the lotion on pulling her leg up on my belly opening her up as I applied it to her amazing ass cheek and upper thigh getting close to her labium as much as possible to test her reaction while continuing to feel her ass. "I don't think you will be able to get my back laying like that." as I got up and she saw my erection before turning the other way and I could still see her watching in the mirror. I rubbed her back with the lotion and reached back using it on my erection as I did. "Could you get more on my butt? It really burns!" That's when I got the idea and straddled her thighs rubbing her ass with the lotion letting my erection rub thinking I was being smart making sure not to touch with both hands at the same time my erection did. She continued letting out little moans as she did with her back and I rubbed my cock until it was ready holding the lotion dripping it placing the bottle next to her with my cock exploding as it rubbed her cheek. My other hand gripped her ass with every shot and her body seemed to shudder with me. I looked down seeing the mess i had made up her back and on her ass as her body continued to twitch as I rubbed it in. I leaned forward and my semi erect head rubbed up her crack making her jump. I looked up in the mirror on the armadio next to the bed realizing she was watching the whole time. I froze as our eyes met and my cock grew hard again pressing between her magnificent cheeks still covered in my cum. She slowly got up rubbing her ass against my erection as she pulled her legs out from under me and slid off of the bed. She was dark red and almost hyperventilating with her hard nipples pointing at me as she looked at the cum dripping from the end of my erection all the way to the floor. Neither of us saying a word as she reached back scooping a handful off of her ass cheek looking at her hand and looking at me before stepping out.
First off I'd like to say that everything here is 100% true and this story begins when im 14 and ends last weekend ( I'm now 15 years old). Sorry for the mistakes in grammar and other parts of my writing. Hope you enjoy. Just to give you some info on the characters: Me. My names Sean, Im 15, about 5'9, with an athletic build (130 lbs). Had long brown hair to about my eyes and if your wondering about a 6 inch penis. The Girls name is Jamie. Shes about 5'1 ( very short), shes maybe 100 lbs. B cub boobs with a bit of sag and somewhat large nipples. She has long black hair and has kind of an emo look to her. Ok now for the story Living in the suburbs in the mountains of New York made life boring and slow. My main past time up until 7th grade was riding quads and dirt bikes. I was pretty good at it and would whip around on my Yamaha YZ80 and my dad would follow from behind making sure I was safe on his Quad-runner 400cc quad. This was all the relationship me and my dad had though because he worked until about 6 and when he did get home everything was focused on my sister because she had to have it her way. She was constantly calling the cops and causing a scene anytime my mom( another bitch) wouldn't let her go out with her friends. So soon as my dad would come home he would drink and sit outside with his lantern watching bugs fly in and burn up and i would go to my room and play video-games until my mom and sister decided to stop the yelling for the night. I was always a funny kid who had a lot of friends. Come 7th grade though my dad died about 2 weeks after school started back up from a heart attack and I didnt wanna talk to anyone. I stayed quite and most of my friends slowly disappeared. Except for 2 good neighbors but they were both older then me. One was 2 years older and the other was 3 years older. The only friend i had left that was in my grade was a kid named Timmy who moved and another named Tristan. Tristan was a little weird but he was funny and i had been friends with him since 5th grade. He was also an extreme pothead. He made movie stereo-types look sober. Smoking 3 times a grade since 7th grade he as always high and was very good at convincing me to smoke with him. I kept smoking with him all the time. During the middle of 8th grade i was a very quiet kid who had played hockey since I didn't have anyone to ride dirtbikes with anymore. Me playing hockey was partly because i loved the game and now that im a bit older it basically controls my life but at the time i was hoping it would get girls to notice me because i was so nervous and had shitty self-esteem. Hockey didn't get a girl to notice me but a girl would. I came home from practice one night and went on facebook. I had a message from a girl name Jamie who was pretty ( maybe a 7/10) and a bit weird. It said " Im going to fuck you till you pass out you sexy beast." I said "what?" and it turns out that Tristan and her were smoking together and she had told him that she had a crush on me. So Tristan took the liberty to send the message to break the ice for her. I was a little shocked and had no feelings for Jamie at all but i was a little desperate for a girl. I hadn't had a kiss or hung around girls because i became so awkward since I isolated myself. Including turning down one of the hottest girls in my school when she asked me to hang out because I was so afraid( worst mistake of my life). After talking to Jamie for about an hour she said that Tristan, Jamie and her friend Arielle had a plan and they wanted me in it. The plan was that Jamie and Arielle were 2 girls who were single and very horny. Arielle was the hotter one of the group with huge tits and a somewhat toned ass but she had the hots for Tristan and Jamie to me. They wanted to have a hook up thing going on where we would all hang out, get high and make-out( Tristan and I wouldn't do anything gay and the girls were open to switching guys but the hot part was they were open to doing stuff with each other. Even though it never happened it was still a crazy idea for me being a sheltered virgin child. I agreed to this and we all hung out the next weekend. Tristan and I met up at his house waiting for them but it turns out Jamie's mom who was driving was going to be late. So they got here about 3 hours after the agreed time and I had to go home in about a half hour so we couldn't smoke. So we all hung out in Tristan's room and nobody made the move to start anything sexual because Tristan was waiting for me and I was waiting for him to take Arielle somewhere because I was nervous. So it was a fun time but nothing happened for me. That was the only time all 4 of us hung out together. Tristan and Arielle hung out a couple times before Jamie and I got around to hanging out. Tristan had told me he was already at 3rd with Arielle before I'd even kissed Jamie. This had to change I made plans to hang out with Jamie on a Sunday afternoon. I had practice early that morning for hockey so i decided to stay up all night and texted her since I hate waking up early. Around 2am she made the conversation very open about tomorrow for me and I started tested my limits with her. Jamie: You want to do anything fun tomorrow? Me: What do you mean by fun? Jamie: What do you think I mean by fun ;) ? Me: Well i was hoping we could make out actually Jamie: Good. Do you think you're going to feel me up and rub my ass or my tits? Me: Well I was going to see where things went( trying to play it safe) Jamie: I'd like it if you did. A lot. Thats all im gunna say because I dont wanna bore the readers. We met up tomorrow at the local strip mall and walked into the woods nearby. We found a clear spot in the woods where nobody would find us an just sat down waiting for the other to do something. I said " Ok fuck this." and leaned over pulled her to me and kissed her. Her lips were so soft and she pushed me over on my back while she got on top of me. We kissed lightly and slowly started to use our tongues. I eventually got the nerve to move over and grab her ass. I moved down her back slowly and took a strong grasp of her right cheek. She instantly moaned and began kissing me very passionately. I rubbed her ass for a few minutes until I wanted to move up. I slid my hand up her shirt and rubbed her through her bra while were still kissing and then she got off me and slid her bra down but left her shirt on. i leaned her up against a tree and rubbed and pinched her tits as I kissed her neck. Then i was going to try to slide my hand down her pants when my phone rang. It was my mom saying I had to go. We made out for an hour and a half... I texted her about a few months later saying we should hang out again. She had a boyfriend now but I was urging for a girl. This was also after she moved to a nearby but different high school and I was now a popular kid since I had come out of my shell when I went to a new school. She said she wanted to go farther this time though. I asked how far and she said 4th base. I asked her if she meant sex and she said yes. I was excited to say the least. It was December and cold. She came over near my house one weekend and we walked about a mile into the woods to an old abandoned pump-house. She was ahead of me and she walked over onto the balcony of the pump-house and i grabbed her by the waist, leaned over and kissed her neck. I did this for about 2 minutes because she said its a huge turn-on. She said she couldn't take it anymore and turned around. She was leaning against me when she kissed me with her silky lips. Our tongues danced together hopping from mouth to mouth. I wasn't wasting time on foreplay this time though. I took her shirt off and threw her bra. I moved down her body by kissing her neck, collar bone, chest and around her breasts. I began licking her right tit and rubbed the other one with my hand. I them moved down and unbuttoned her pants. i slid down her red lacy thong and saw a perfectly shaved little pussy. I licked all around her lips to tease her and then i slid my tongue up her pussy and started devouring her clit. She started yelling and moaning out of joy. I kept licking and began fingering her. After looking up a video online the night before i was a pro at finding her G-spot. She came very quickly and her juices were all over my face. She said we could go farther now. I went to take off my pants when she moved my hands and slid down my jeans. Then she pulled down my pants and my hard cock popped out and hit her in the cheek. She said it was bigger than her boyfriends and the biggest she'd had out of 3 different guys she had been with. I was having trouble finding a good position because I was much taller than her. I eventually laid down and told her to ride me. She was having trouble because i was so wide and not as hard as I should be to penetrate her. The cold wind was killing my hard on. She eventually got on top of it and slid it into her. She started to bounce up and down. It was incredible. She was warm and tighter than my hand but nice and wet. After about 10 times of her moving up and down she bounced off and couldn't get back in . I was a little mad and I think she could tell. She immediately said its ok and then started sucking my cock like it was a lollypop. I could tell she had done this before and I came after about 4 minutes. We stood there and kissed a bit and then she went home. Now that the weathers warmer she decided to try it again. She came over and said its going to be better now. took a log brought a blanket so i made a makeshift bed that she could lay down and i could fuck her that way. She sat on my lap and we kissed and rubbed and licked to get some foreplay for about a half hour. then she got up stripped down and then i took my clothes off. We were standing there naked and she moved for me to lay down and got on top of me in a 69 position. We did this just to get warmed up though. I picked her up and kissed her once then i put her on her back. I fingered her a bit to stretch out then i slid into her. She was just as tight as before and I had her as my own fuck doll for the day. I pounded into her as hard as I could and her tits began to smack her in the face and she was yelling over the pleasure. I was in sexual bliss. I realized that i was about to cum and i didn't have a condom on. I pulled out and she got up and shoved my cock into her mouth and she licked the head of my dick and i lost all control. I came and came and came into her mouth and she swallowed it all like it was candy. She kept sucking till i was hard again and she got on top and rode me for about 20 minutes( After i cum it takes a while for me to finish a second time.) I was loving having my dick get to spend about a half hour inside a nice tight pussy. I pulled out and barely came on her tits and put her bra back on and got dressed and we walked out of the woods and she went home again. Thank you to all you readers and Im sure this isn't anywhere near the best story you've read but its all true and I wanted to see what people thought. If you want me to continue the story. Shes coming over with her friend Sophia this week and i'd love to tell you all about it. Thank You
Introduction: A Fembot Story Chapter 3. She Was Created for Me I got a surprising call from on my cell from Eve at the end of the day. She apologized and said she had gotten the flu and had diarrhea so she would spend the whole weekend in bed, and she didn't want me to catch it and we missed out on our chance to get together over the weekend. I knew that she was lying to me and how so transparent she was that I laughed silently to myself and my brain started working overtime trying to figure out what else she could be hiding from me and why she was playing games with me. After an hour or so of trying to solve that quandary, I started thinking about my fantasy of Kate and how hot she is and how wicked it would be, to eat her bald snatch. On my way home I asked Becky not to mention Bret and Eve having sex to anybody. Then I told her about Eve wanting to play games with me, and I would love to get even with her and she promised to keep my devious plan under wraps. Once getting Becky over to our mom's house I left her there and I drove over to my dad's house. When I got there, he and Natalia, as well as my fantasy girl Kate, were home and they were all in the living room waiting for me. Soon they were grinning like a Cheshire cat with gas. What kind of a surprise or tricks did they have waiting for me? Natalia began, "Kate is going to go upstairs to her room to try on a couple of prom dresses and you get to pick out which one she looks best in." I wondered why me and would it come back to bite me in the butt. So I said, "Oh, I will." Dad smiled at me, "This may or may not be a good idea, but since Natalia and I can't go to the Prom the choice is yours." Kate went upstairs to change for this special fashion show, she had picked out five hot dresses to model for me and they all fit her like they were made on her and she wore each one like she was a princess. I chose the white dress with flower patterns. The wavy hem did not quite reach her kneecap, so I could see plenty of thighs when she sat down "evil grin". Once I made my pick she went back upstairs to change and she came back wearing the winning dress again and I knew I'd made the right choice. She ran over to me and jumped in my lap and she hugged me and I got two quick kisses on my face. She told me, "Thank you." My dad praised me, "You've got great taste son." Natalia agreed, "Ben made the right choice." Kate stated categorically, "First, Ben has to like my dress! Everybody else is second!" Natalia and my dad laughed a little. Natalia told Kate, "Please go change your dress and then help me cook dinner." Kate went to her room to change her dress then the two women disappeared in the kitchen. Natalia was seven months pregnant and Kate went in to help her. Dad looked at me and smiled then he gestured for me to sit down with him. Dad cleared his throat and we had one of the most important father son conversations in my short life. Dad said, "I know you love Kate and Kate loves you too. And I'm happy you love each other." I was way too embarrassed to answer right then. Dad continued, "Kate, Natalia and I discussed everything, so I need to explain some very important things to you, plus Kate asked me to do this." Dad shocked me by the knowledge that he knew Kate and I had the hot's for each other. So I asked, "What is so important dad?" Dad then got real serious, "It's difficult to explain to you…but...I'll try to tell...You .Kate loves you....We know you love her...But you must decide ...Could... could you live with her forever till you die?" I had a shocked look on my face, "What does that mean dad?" He said, "Being together is not always easy and you two will have some time to think through everything. If you lose your virginity to each other you will have to be together until you die. Now you have to think…about it...would you like to know other girls or do you choose Kate forever." I looked at my dad, "Forever..?." "Yes, it's forever... Or you will have to look for a different girlfriend!" dad stated. Everything went through in my brain that I know about her. Kate was beautiful, smart, full of laughter and I also knew that she was very good student as she came to our house to tutor my sister several times. She also is a wonderful musician with a great voice, as she sang for us in the Cook Islands. I think if it wasn't for Eve's betrayal and dad hadn't been betrayed by my mom, I would have not hesitated at all or I could have refused her. But I wanted a woman who would love me and I was sure Kate could be that girl. Dad knew me too well and so he began to encourage me, "Ben, Kate loves you and her plan is to have two kids with you. AND she'll never cheat on you, believe me! But if you cheat on her. You're dead... I've told her, you have to live with her until your die...," Dad stopped, because he might have just said too much. The having two kids plan was an interesting idea which was in my mind. I think the average eighteen year old boy does not usually think of having kids with any girl, and he'd run as far from that girl as he could .I mean who mentions a kid plan when you're both only 18 and haven't even had sex yet? However the secret that I had shared about Becky might have changed me just a bit, I became a little bit more mature. Dad knew I concealed the biological paternity of my sister well and this secret caused me to be to think about it. Yes I was more mature than my contemporaries, because of the secret of my parents had shared. So he was right about the plan of having two kids having an effect on my decision. My mind churned around a few things such as the fact that she might be spiteful, if I cheated on her. But I knew I was the faithful type, but who knows at eight-teen I could make a mistake. It was a very strange situation to decide the future of my entire life at the age of eight-teen and heck I am still in school yet. I looked at my dad, "Are you sure Kate really loves me?" Dad tried to explain, "Yes, Kate has loved you since she learned you kept our secret about Becky. She'll be yours forever, if you choose her. I can't explain now why she won't betray you as your mom did. After the birth of your kids … one of her conditions will be to have a DNA test run on each one of them. Natalia also asked to have a DNA test done on our baby. It's very important since ….Kate... was created just for you…" WOW that's strange what did he just say? Created...What does that mean?? Did I hear that right? Also it's interesting that both women want DNA test done Why? And especially since only Natalia is pregnant right now. What's the meaning of his last sentence? Dad stopped like he had said too much and then he continued with a different subject, "I looked into the step-sibling marriage thing before marrying her mother. You're both eighteen years old now, so it's not illegal for you two to get married!" I said, "Dad, I hope that I am not making a mistake but she is gorgeous and we do love each other." Dad smiled at me, "You'll never be disappointed in Kate, and I assure you! She won't betray you like Eve did and your... mo…" He stopped before he said my mom again. Dad then stood up from his chair and said, "You two will have some great kids. But son, Kate and you both have some time to work out the plans. But Kate has already decided on you." Dad went into the kitchen where the two women were finishing up dinner and I sat there in deep thoughts about Kate and what the future would be like. She has a fantastic personality and she's damn gorgeous to boot and could be wild in bed. A few minutes later Kate stuck her head out the kitchen door and she said, "Ben!" I looked into her beautiful eyes with stars and lust in my eyes. She noticed the twinkle in my eyes and her face became red. She winked at me and she disappeared through the kitchen door. Her seduction was tiny but super effective, because I felt the blood rush from my brain into my cock. Oh shit it got hard as hell in a flash!!! I had to re-adjust the damn thing before it broke. Soon Kate came out from the kitchen to see me. Her face and body language showed a clear message and I understood it well. She was in heat…and she...had something on her mind...ME!! She took my hand and she pulled from my chair and said, "Ben, let's go to my room! We have plenty of time before dinner." I was startled when she took me to her room my cock throbbed and I had to re-adjust it again. When I closed the door Kate hugged me tightly and I could smell her delicious fine tea scent. We melted in a long kiss and our tongues explored each other. After our passionate kiss, she said, "I love you and I'll be yours." I replied the same thing. "I love you." She took me to her bed and we sat down on her bed and we started kissing again. As our tongues went to work in our mouths. During our kiss her arms held me tight and she gulped a breath of air and she allowed me to explore her body with my hands. Eve's body was a little softer than Kate's, but her body was firm, but pleasant the touch and I enjoyed exploring her beautiful body. We stopped a bit and her beautiful face lit up and her pupils went wide with lust that sent shivers through my cock again. Then Kate stroked my face, "Be mine and I'll be yours forever! Do you know what that means??" Just then dad and Natalia shouted, "Dinner, dinner is ready!"...dammit…I was enjoying our kisses. Kate stood up and she said with smile, "Ben, we've got enough time for everything, but we have to go thank your dad and my mom now. Let's go!" I questioned Kate in confusion, "To give thanks to my dad and your mom!?" Kate responded, "They're so happy that we are in love with each other that you cannot imagine it." When we came down the stairs hand in hand, her mom hugged me with taking care of her big belly. She was ecstatically happy, as Kate predicted earlier. She said, "Ben, Kate loves you and you don't know how hard it is for my daughter to love you." Dad laughed heartily, "Ben, you won't be disappointed in Kate," as he patted me on my shoulder and squeezed it. The table was set differently than usual, they put two chairs side by side at the longer side of the table, so Kate and I could sit next to each other. Usually when I was at dad's alone or with my sister I was always sat opposite of Kate and either my younger sister sat beside Kate or she sat alone. Kate went to help her mom in the kitchen to bring the dishes in, so I stayed seated at the table with dad . Dad was happy for us, "Ben, you'll bind our family together. Secondly, I need to ask you to help Kate out with any problems that she might have, because she wasn't born in the States. I know you and Becky will take care of her just fine. I said, "Dad, it was just natural for us to help her." Dad said, "I need to explain something to you and why Kate and you will need to go to the same college." I exclaimed, "Dad it's a fantastic idea!" "I am glad you think this a great idea," Dad continued, "I think you know now that Kate is a very smart girl. It may be such a situation that you'll experience her unique abilities. Don't forget Kate will always have your best interest in mind and the future of your common kids also." Dad talked about us having kids again and future college life. My mind churned around these two ideas, Kate and I in college and this funny plan about common kids. I responded with a question, "Which college will we go to? And what does "common kids" mean I know what kids are, but "common"?? The women brought out the food, as they put the plates on the table and Kate rushed behind me and she pushed her fantastic "C" sized rack to my head as she hugged me. Kate said, "Yes, we'll be together at college. And dad and my mom will find an apartment for us to live in off campus." She kissed my face and ran her tongue across my ear before she sat down. My cock began to grow again from the hot kiss and from thinking about the chance to share a bed with Kate full time in our own apartment. The blood was leaving my brain too damn quick for my comfort with our folks sitting right there. During dinner we talked mostly about nothing, but our hands and our legs touched each other several times and I had to adjust myself a couple times again and I was horny as hell. When we got done eating, dad asked if his trick worked out OK and I responded it was excellent trick. We laughed together. The two adults let Kate to escort me to the door. Kate and I kissed for a very long time and I was getting a case of blue balls... Then Kate pulled away then told me to watch out for the icy roads on the way home. Kate's warning was not necessary, because of my hard on and the image of her and me living together followed me all the way home. I am usually a good driver but my brain had minimal blood in it so I paid extra attention on the turns and stopping at stop signs. Becky and my mom were waiting for me at the door. I was glad that Becky could see the shit eating grin on my face and that my disappointment about Eve cheating had gone away and she guessed the name of the lucky new girl way too quick. Becky said, "Ben, you're an evil little shit… Kate's a lucky girl," as she laughed. I said in surprise, "How the hell did you know, Becky?" Mom told, "Son you're smiling, Becky is right. I'm happy for you" Becky told, "Mom, look at his face it's turning red." I admitted to my smiling and surprised sister, "You're right." Mom began crying and she rushed to the kitchen same way as the last time when she had heard Eve deceived me. Becky and I ran after her. We found mom sitting at the table in the kitchen and her face was in her hands crying. Becky questioned her, "Is there a problem with Kate? You told us several times what a sweet kind girl she was, when she came to us to help me with my homework. And she is coming back again tomorrow." I thought I knew what was wrong. Mom was jealous that I'd love my dad and his family more than I loved her, so I knew I had to say something quick to stop her from being jealous of my dad and his new family. I began, "Mom, my love for Kate won't change my love for Becky and you. You're my mom and Becky is my sister and Kate doesn't have any problems with either of both you." Becky tried to help me, "Mom, Kate is a great girl and she won't turn Ben against you. I know her and my brother too. You said several times she's a very kind girl." Mom wiped her tears and she began smiling at me and she stood up. She realized she could do nothing against the inevitable and she hugged me. She gave me the Mother's blessing Kate and me, "Son, love the girl that loves you!" Mom quit crying until it was time to go to bed. I was sure that mom cried in her bed all night. But Becky was excited for Kate and me. The next day was Saturday and Kate would be coming over to help tutor Becky with her homework. It was kind of funny, but Yekaterina alias Kate would help my sister with History, Math, Physics, Biology and Chemistry tomorrow. I was not sure whether my mom would accept Kate, but I was not too interested in my mom's opinion about Kate right now. I loved Kate and Kate said loved me and that's the most important thing. Soon I fell asleep and dreamed erotic fantasies about Kate and living together. The next morning I got up and went to the kitchen, where Becky and my tired mom waited for me with the breakfast already cooked. I was right. Mom had cried most of the night, I hoped she would accept Kate. Becky told me excitedly, "We talked about Kate. Mom admitted again Kate is a very kind girl. Kate and you belong together and....." Mom interrupted Becky, "Ben, I don't have any problems with Kate and you. Love her, if she loves you! She's a very kind creation." Becky smiled at me. My sister was fantastic to reassure my mom. We had breakfast and we waited for Kate. She drove up in her Prius and I waited for her at the door, mom and Becky let me open the door for her. I opened the door before she could push the buzzer. We said "Hi". We kissed at the door after she entered the house. Then mom and Becky coughed so we stopped. Kate greeted my mom and Becky. After taking off her coat, I assisted her; we went to Becky's room. Mom stayed in the living room and she gave us a few quick looks. I knew she had already resigned herself Kate was my girlfriend, but she would have been more pleased with another girl. Before we sat in my sister's room Becky began, "I'm so glad you love each other," and she hugged Kate spontaneously. First Kate was very surprised and after declaration of my sister's unexpected joy she began smiling at us. She said humorously, "Ben and I aren't just siblings, since yesterday, but Becky you'll always be my sister." We laughed a little and we sat down and Kate sat next to me on the sofa and we hugged each other and I ran my fingers through her blond hair. My sister blurted out by accidentally, "What I'd give so that Eve could see you with Kate now! Kate, you're ten times a better girlfriend than that bitch Eve!" Kate and I kissed after my sister's compliment and I said at the end of our kiss, "Becky you're right. Eve is playing sick and I suspect she wants to play being my girlfriend role for a while. She promised we'll have sex after Prom but since I saw her and Bret getting busy that will never happen. I think she wants to use me as reserve or as spare parts that are stored in a warehouse. " Kate furrowed her brow indicating she was thinking about something. During this my sister said quickly, "Eve's place is in a whorehouse." We all busted out laughing. Kate found her thoughts, "She didn't say your relationship was over and I suspect she won't say it until just before the Prom. I think she'll say you're done the day before Prom. I heard from my parents that the competition for King and Queen will be at the beginning of the Prom. So the end of her game playing you it would be on the night before Prom. Ben, we three could play with her until Prom. Instead of being depressed you'll have a date for the Prom and a good girlfriend for the competition of Prom King and Queen," after saying her last words she became red a little and I smelt a little whiff of her pheromone cloud and I instantly got rock hard. I thought in myself, "What a scent! Her scent smells awesome and, pleasant and very erotic! Eve's scent wasn't quite the same." Her light musky scent was the most erotic of any of the women whom I smelt in the past. Kate's scent and her red face showed me that she shared our lust, and I couldn't wait to get her in bed and ravish her. I also knew that she could help me against some unfriendly opponents which Kate could help prove her love to me. Becky and I looked at Kate with a glowing admiration and I said, "Kate this is an excellent idea, because I planned to do the same to Eve. What a coincidence!" Becky said laughing, "Ben told me a similar plan just as you suggested. He wants to play a little with Eve too, and she will go ballistic at Prom. What a pity that I won't get to see her!" I explained, "Bret is also planning to take some revenge on me since I was the spokesman when we stopped his bullying at school. I'm also sure he doesn't want me to know about his sexual relationship with Eve. And Eve isn't so sure of Bret either, because Helen told everybody Bret is a player, when she was ready to break up with him. Eve is just a calculating bitch who wants keep me in reserve. What happens if Bret breaks up with her before Prom? This could be very confusing and very nasty." Kate said grinning, "We are a go, you and me but the shit will hit the fan for them. And you could call Eve just to stir the pot a little bit" We both laughed our asses off. I thought about Kate's idea, "I'll leave you two alone to learn and I'm going to call Eve to ask her about her convenient post coitus illness." We laughed a lot and Kate said, "Ben, please chill out and lose your attitude before you call so she doesn't get a clue about your real intent." Becky smiled at me, "Kate I'm sure Ben can cover his intent." We laughed again. Becky was right, if I could cover up whom her dad really is…Then the Eve project would go just fine. So why I couldn't I turn the tables and play a few games with Bret and Eve also. We stood up and Kate and I kissed, Becky patted me on my shoulder and I went to my room. They began to plan and scheme together. Then they studied some more together. I called Eve and I was right, she told me she would have a family event for winter vacation and they would be going to the Caribbean. This was not new news she also knew my sister and I would be going skiing in Switzerland with dad and his family. Next week was the last school week before the winter break. She promised we would get together before Prom again, which was in mid-January. So until Prom we would be saving our love and kisses till then. I laughed to myself. She told she was feeling better though. After the call I put my headphones on jammed out with some rock and read a novel on the Internet. My favorite story is 800lbgorilla's Sci-Fi & Fantasy story "A Beautiful Wish" and I re-read this serial again several times. Unfortunately the author quit writing on that story and it has so much potential. Mom cooked us lunch and Kate stayed and ate with us, then she helped my sister study again. Christmas would be here soon and I bought gifts for everyone and I had even planned to get a gift for Eve, but Kate would get a way better present than I planned before. Grinning. Eve and her younger brother will be in the Caribbean with their parents from Christmas until school starts again so hers could wait an awhile. This was a rare occasion, for them because this was her father's first Christmas vacation since he started working for the hospital, so they went all out and made this a big family event. This happened to work out perfect for me, as I didn't have to see her for weeks and Eve could talk to Bret all she wanted. I still thought Eve was not too sure about Bret and she wants to hang onto me as a spare for Prom in just case it doesn't work with him. Bret's was simple case of getting revenge on me since I was the main guy that shut him down as the school bully. Their secret tryst showed this also, I am sure that their plans were to announce their relationship just before Prom so Bret would get his revenge on me. Eve should just tell me our time was over and she did not want to date anymore, but she has her own reasons for stringing me along. How deep she was involved in his revenge plot was unknown yet. Kate was the perfect revenge medicine. I came up with a way to avoid a bad situation and how to get out of it is one of Life's biggest challenges and Kate was an awesome Christmas gift for me and it made my cock swell thinking about her scent. After studying the two girls came out of my sister's room and Becky said she was tired, but Kate didn't say anything just yet, she just shot me a big smile and twirled her hair. Kate gave me a great big hug; and she smelled terrific and I felt the blood flowing to my groin and was going have to adjust something pretty soon. Becky praised Kate, "Kate has a way about her that she can explain everything better than any of my teachers." Kate laughed, "If I could, I'd teach you like a private student and I could move to Ben's room and we could live together." I continued Kate's idea, "Great practice for college huh." Becky was very enthusiastic, "Where will you live together at college?" Kate said proudly, "Dad and my mom will find a small apartment for us and I'll cook for Ben there." We kissed passionately and Becky looked at us with guilty pleasure and she said, "It's great to see you two so happy and I'm so glad you found each other. I wonder whether I'll find a man like Ben?" We stopped to kiss and Kate said, "If your lover isn't good to you I'll kick his ass!" We laughed a lot and Kate asked about the plan for Eve, "Did you call Eve?" I responded, "She is getting ready to go on her family's Christmas vacation, so we won't get a chance to see each other. That is what we thought; she wants me as a reserve." Kate said, "So you get to see me then." Becky poked Kate, "Hey that's the plan" We broke out laughing and Kate turned red. Then mom shouted food is ready, so we went down to the kitchen. Kate and I were holding hands as we got to the kitchen and mom gave a dirty look and smiled. The two girls went to serve us dinner; and we sat down. Kate sat next to me and we pulled our chairs as close as we could, and we touched, squeezed each other through the whole meal. Becky kept grinning and laughing and repeating sly comments about me and I turned bright red a few times. Kate just smiled and carried on a conversation with my mother and ignored Becky's comments. When the lunch was over the two girls went to wash the dirty dishes and mom and I went to the living room. Mom stated, "You know, how smart Kate is? She's almost as good English teacher as I am and she wasn't born here and I'm an even an English teacher." Mom continued, "Before she came over to tutor Becky, she was only decent in English before, but Kate brought up Becky's GPA up in every subject, Becky is now second in her class!! Kate taught her how to study and I think she'll do great next year." I stuttered, "I tried to help Becky, but Kate can explain stuff way better than I can." Mom said, "I know son, Kate has a special talent." I sighed, "I glad you agree mom," I continued, "I can see you haven't any issue against her." "Kate is always polite and she has a very kind personality. I saw from the first days she adored Becky and you. Later I could see she looked at you with love glances." But I interrupted mom, "Did you know she loved me? Why didn't you say something about it?" Mom was definite, "Ben, your love affairs are your personal issues and you began seeing Eve at that time." I knew she was not right, my mom knew before Eve that Kate loved me, but she did not want to strengthen the relationship between my dad and me, so she kept this private. Because, If Kate and I began to date I would have been closer to my dad than my mom. Mom is jealous of dad and his happiness with his new family. Mom was always curious about dad's new family but mainly she interrogated Becky about them. She got that info that my dad was happy with his new family and this info made her sad. Now she got what she wanted to avoid, Kate and I became an item. I was mad at her and I looked at her angrily. Mom started to cry and she said, "Ben honey she may even be a better spouse than I was for your father." My anger disappeared and I smiled at mom, "Thank you." Mom wiped her eyes and tried to smile at me. Soon the girls came to the living room. Becky asked mom, "Can I go to the pool with Kate and Ben? I'll study hard next week, and this evening is our last free chance until Christmas break." Mom agreed to the swimming pool idea rather quickly. Becky and I looked for our swim suits and we went to my dad's house for Kate's suit. Kate drove us in her Prius and it was cramped. The city pool is a big indoor one with plenty of room to swim in. The deep side of the pool has a high dive tower. We changed into our swim-wear and we went and jumped in. Kate's bikini showed her gorgeous figure and showcased her breasts really well. My sister's bikini was hot, and showed off her assets really well. All three of us are good swimmers, but Kate makes us look like rocks. She can swim all four swimming styles with great skill and with very little effort; we had watched her swim on Cook Islands before. We were having lots of fun in the pool and Kate and I played grab-ass under the water, she let me touch and play with her awesome tits a few times even. The race pool freed up so went and raced a few laps till we got bored with that then Kate said she would like to show us some of her high dives. Kate then showed us her newer dive routines and we sat on the stairs in the water and yelled and clapped, whenever Kate went up to the stairs to show us her next dive and she then swam over to us and we kissed passionately in the water each time. She dived more than fifteen times. She did not brag, but she wanted to impress and entertain us. Becky praised her after every jump. Kate was very pleased that we liked her routine. Soon we had an audience some were strangers and even they clapped and shouted with us. Later Kate finished diving and we went swimming again. She warned us not to try her dives till we got some diving instructions. Becky had to go use the restroom so Kate and I sat there and kissed and groped each other and chatted for a bit. Kate asked me, "Your mom accepted me after lunch, didn't she? I saw she wiped her eyes." I responded, "Kate you're a good observer. She accepted that fact you're my girlfriend. But this was a very difficult decision for her." Kate said, "I'm so happy for this. I was afraid of she had something against me, because your dad is my step-dad." "Kate, you're right, she is a little jealous, but that's going away," I said. Kate and I hugged each other under water and she looked at my eyes and said seriously, "Ben my love... I'm yours totally, I'll be yours till your death." We kissed until Becky came back. Then we swam a little more till we wore ourselves out then Kate drove us back home and we kissed for a bit more before she went home. Becky and I begged mom, not to tell to anybody about Kate and our plans, mainly to keep it from Eve, if she met Eve accidentally. Mom said she would keep this under cover. We spent all day Sunday and the rest of the week studying for finals. Kate also had finals on Thursday and Friday and we all aced them with flying colors. She didn't want us to socialize with her during school, since our plan for Prom was too important to screw it up. I saw Kate a couple of times and she wearing a very modest dress, and a simple ponytail. But this could not disguise her beauty and each time I saw her blood drained out of my head into my cock and I had to look around to see who was around before I could make an adjustment. At the end of the semester Becky and I were both second in each of our classes. None of our friends in class knew anything about Eve's and Bret's affair and Becky and I hid Kate's and our own devious Prom plan. Eve and I were polite to each other and we tried to avoid each other whenever possible and it was very funny that Eve and Bret avoided each other too. They also had their own Prom plans to keep quiet. Natalia paid for and organized our family's winter vacation plans; this was her big gift to us. Christmas Day was spent at mom's house the following day we were at my dad's house, and the next day we would fly to Chicago then we would fly to Zurich Switzerland and we would go from Zurich to Sankt Moritz and rent a car for the rest of the vacation and hopefully Kate and I could sneak away a few times. The next weekend we finished up our plans for the winter holiday so Becky and I packed our bags. Mom helped us and she was very envious of us. She used to go skiing a lot with my dad and us, before the divorce. We spent the first Christmas Day at mom's house, we decorated the medium-sized real tree together and we helped mom to cook a big meal. We opened our gifts and shared ours with each other. We thanked mom's folks for their gifts by Skype. They live in New Hampshire, where her family is from and her sister also lives. My grandparents and mom do not get along since her divorce. My grandparents are not extremely righteous people, but they are not very fond of mom cheating on my dad and they made a few comments about it again. Neither them knew I could hear the conversation in the living room. It was also very interesting that my grandparents would visit dad and his new family when they came to visit, in the summer and they liked both Kate and Natalia. They both thought a lot of dad , so their visits to my dad's new family caused my mom's grief for days.
Introduction: Hi my name is Elizabeth, although everybody always called me Lisa. I live in a European country, and I will tell my story here. Sorry if my grammar is not so good. This happened years ago I am 37 now. The man in this story was 59 then. The reason I tell this story is that it marked my sexual life ever since. I was a 5 feet 25 girl, small for my age and also a chubby girl, as you can imagine I wasn't popular at school, and suffered bullying for a few years. I was very very very shy, tremendously shy. I lived alone with mom, she was a nurse, and worked in different shifts. My dad never loved me he always showed contempt at me and snubbed me when I talked to him, he always told me my birth was a mistake, but he left us and we never knew from him anymore. My mom was a good mom, but because of her shifts I used to be alone more often than normal kids. The bullying I talked about were always the same 4 girls and one boy who walked the first mile and a half with me who used to bully me. I had a 4 mile walk to school, and back home after school again. One of those days in which they again walked the first mile and a half with me, it started again, after calling me things and I ignoring them, they throwed my books on the ground and while I was picking things of the ground one of them pushed me and trying not to fall I twisted my ankle. It happened in front of and apartment building and soon a man of about 60 years rushed towards me who saw it all happen. They ran away, he helped me pick up my things and helped me up, but I couldn't stand so he offered me to put a bandage on my ankle and I decided to accept because I didn't want my mom to know what was happening at school. I had never told her about the bullying. So that day I went with him and he took care of my ankle with a bandage. He watched out for me the next couple of days, but as soon as he wasn't there it all happened again. So one time he offered to wait for me when school ended so he could walk me close to home. I liked that because at least I went home fearless, and he enjoyed doing it. After a month of knowing him and walking me home we talked about lots of things and I felt very confortable when he was around, I guess I saw him like a kind of father figure. He invited me to his apartment the days that my mom had afternoon shift and wouldn't be home after school, and I had gone a few times, we watched movies and I even did my homework there sometimes. I was convinced after almost two months now of knowing him that he was very kind to me and that I liked going to his apartment. We talked about everything. He asked me one time about my dressing style. I can still remember our conversation, all the things that happened in that period I have them burned in my mind, everything, sometimes I still hear our conversations in my mind. - Why do you always wear wide jeans and sweaters? - I'm not thin... I am chubby and those clothes don't suit me. - You're wrong, there are boys who like chubby girls and therefore also like chubby girls dressed sexy. - Not on my school... nobody likes fat girls at my school. - You are not fat, just a little chubby like you say, but definitely not fat. And you have a very pretty face. - You are lying, I am fat. - You know I could tell of somebody who likes you a lot... - Sure... - Me. I blushed immediately and didn't dare look at him anymore. I was a very very insecure girl and very very incredibly shy. I was feeling a little uncomfortable so I told him I had to go home that day. He didn't stop me. But before I left he asked me if he could pick me up after school tomorrow. I said yes. When he picked me up I felt so much shame for what he said the day before that I talked less than usual, Ii didn't want him to bring that conversation up again. He asked me if I would like to go with him to his apartment again and I said yes. We talked about lots of things like always but 2 hours before I had to leave he suddenly said: - I mean what I said yesterday Lisa. I like you very much, the way you are and I like your very pretty face. But I am not able to tell how your body looks like wearing always those wide clothes. I'm not asking you to show me your body but at least you could take off your sweater if you are wearing something underneath it. Are you wearing something? - Yes, a tanktop... - Only a tanktop? - Yes... - No bra? - Oh yes, also a bra... - You see, at your age you are already using a bra, you should be proud. You would make me very happy if you would take your sweater off... I felt very ashamed of my breast, I had very big breast for my age, and later in my life I underwent surgery to reduce my breast size because of my neck and upper back pain, and the weight was leading to kyphosis. Also a lot of bullying from the boys at school started always because of my breast, so normally I wore clothes that didn't show anything of my breast, and when people started to talk about breasts I always felt very very uncomfortable. - So Lisa? You want to do that for me? - I don't know... it embarrass me so much... - Why? - because of my breast, I feel very embarrassed because of them, and it's always a motive to bully me at school... - I won't bully you because of that, you can be sure about that. I'm sure they're just jealous. I thought that it would make no difference if he saw me in sweater or tank top and it would make him happy, and because he had been so good for me and helping me with the bullying problem I felt like 'OK I do it for you'. So I took of my sweater and there I was standing in my jeans and tank top. - You are so beautiful Lisa. I feel so stupid to tell this Lisa, and I know you probably will not want to talk with me anymore or maybe even see me anymore but... - But what? - Please promise you don't be mad at me OK? - No... - Promise me... - I promise... - I think you are so damn beautiful and um... I have fallen a little bit in love with you in these two months... I immediately started to blush, I didn't know what to think because I liked the fact that somebody at least thought I was beautiful and I liked the fact that I was wanted by somebody but he was 59. I didn't know what to say so I kept silence, and was hoping he continued to talk, but I could notice he was not feeling confortable with having told me that. - I'm so sorry Lisa, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable with this, and if you do not want to return here I understand... I just... I know I am 59 and you... but I... it's just the way I feel, sorry. I didn't know what to say. I felt so ashamed. It was an uncomfortable situation so I think that's why he changed suddenly. - I can tell you are wearing a red bra, am I right? - Yes. - That is so sexy Lisa! Can I see the bra? I mean just by lifting your top? Please Lisa... I didn't know what to do, I could feel my face blush. I blocked and didn't know what to do or say, I took the bottom of my tank top, but wasn't sure if I should lift it. - Don't be afraid Lisa nobody can see it, it's only you and me, it's like being on the beach in a bikini, except there is no sand and water, and at least I, am going to keep my mouth shut. I haven't seen Lisa's bra. - ok... I lifted my tank top and was showing my bra to him. - You are making me very very happy Lisa, you are such a beautiful girl! Would you take your tank top of for me? You don't have to OK, but I would like to see you like if you were in bikini and imagine how you would look like if we were on the beach. I thought it would do no harm if he could see me like when I was on the beach with my mom, and I took it off. - You are making me the most happiest man on the world Lisa, I mean this. Do you like making me happy Lisa? - yes... - Is your panty the same color as your bra? - yes... - Can I see that too? Like a bikini? - I don't know J... - Lisa no one sees you, only you and me here... I could only think of the two months we knew each other, he had always been good to me and I thought to myself that this was like thanking him for that. - but I only lower my jeans a little bit ok? - That's fine Lisa, thank you. I lowered a little bit the waste of my jeans. - So beautiful Lisa, but I want to see your entire panty OK? Lower your jeans a little bit more... I lowered a little bit more until my entire panty was visible. - Please Lisa lower your jeans to your knees OK? Then you can dress again OK? I lowered my jeans until my knees, and there I was standing while he was sitting on the sofa. He took a polaroid instant camera. - Lisa, you mind if I take a few pics of you like that? I'll do it with this camera OK? So you can see it right away, I just want you to see how beautiful you are. I thought that there was nothing wrong if he did it like he said so I said yes. He took a front picture of me and I had to turn around and he made one of the back and then he asked me to bend over and made another one. - You can dress Lisa. Thank you very very much. Please sit next to me when you finish OK? - ok... I did. He showed me the pics. - You see? You are a very pretty girl. - No I am chubby. - Maybe you are chubby for girls of your age, but for me you have a perfect little ass. - Why you want these pictures? - Because I cannot stop thinking of you and this way I will always have a sexy thought of you. - But please don't show them to nobody, please! I blushed a lot. - Who are those kids that are bullying you? - Kids from another class. Why do you want to know who they are? - Lisa, tell me, what do you think would happen if I would show them those three pics? I immediately blushed again and felt cold and very nervous, just by thinking he would do that. - Well my beautiful Lisa? What do you think would happen? - I think I could go no more to school!!!!! - And you don't want that... - NO!!! - I don't want it either but you know... - ...what? - I will not show it to them OK? But I want something in return OK? - what? - You sitting on me Lisa... - Sit on you? - Yes... I sat on his lap. - Not like that Lisa. Open your legs and sit on me facing me. I sat on him like he told me. We were dressed so I felt save in that way. He grabbed my ass and pulled me higher towards him. I hadn't done anything with a man in my life and I hadn't even imagined anything with a man, but I could tell he wanted to hug me and that he had pulled me up and wanted me to sit on his penis. He then started to move my hips with his two hands back and forth over his penis I didn't know what to do or how to behave so I just hung my arms on the side while he kept me moving me back and forth. I remember "that" felt very hard in his jeans. - This is our secret Lisa, I like you so much. I could feel he started to breathe heavily and with one arm he hugged me and pulled me hard against him while he kept moving my hips back and forth. His mouth was in my neck and I could feel him kissing my neck and licking my neck to my ear. - You are so fucking hot Lisa. He whispered in my ear. Then he hugged me with one hand around my neck and the other around my waist and pulled me hard against him, and I could feel his body shake and he pulled me down while his hips pushed hard against me and he started to moan very hard. I didn't know then what was happening but I remember I got very scared because it first was as if he couldn't get air and right after this came the shaking and very hard moaning. He kept hugging me for a few minutes, then he started to talk. - Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit, o shit... - are you ok? - Yes Lisa, but This is so wrong!!! I am 59. Don't ever tell this to nobody please... - But what you mean with so wrong? - Lisa I just came in my jeans because of you. I just got an orgasm because of you. - Orgasm? - You don't know what that is? - No. - Well an orgasm happens when a man is in love with a girl and the girl gives the man a very good feeling back... but you are too young for this to happen to me, this is so so wrong. - But you are in love with me? - Yes Lisa but I feel so ashamed for it. - I never thought any boy would like me... - I like you very much Lisa but this is way too wrong! - You didn't like it then? - It has been the best feeling I have had in my whole live! But Lisa I have to clean something now, so please if you let me stand... - Clean? - Yes Lisa I have to clean everything down here... When he came back from cleaning he said: - You probably don't want to see me anymore Lisa... - Why you say that? - Because of what just happened... I understand if you don't want to see me anymore Lisa. - I do want to see you J... - Please don't tell this to anybody Lisa... - I promise. - Do you mind wearing the same bra and panties tomorrow? - ok... I went home that day not really aware of what had happened.
"This is perverted", Lisa told herself as she crept down the darkened hallway of her house, moving closer to the soft moans coming from her parents bedroom. It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and Lisa, clad in her flimsy powder blue nightie had been fighting the urge to peek for ages. Thoughts of being caught flashed into her mind, the outrage of her parents, the embarrassment of it. But other images flashed too. Images off passionate, wriggling bodies and glistening skin… a hard cock, swaying testicles… legs sensually spread wide and spasming. Lisa couldn't help herself, she had to look,Quietly, she opened her parents bedroom door. In the darkness, Lisa crept silently forward, until she could see the bed, and the writhing bodies upon it. The soft creak of the bed could be heard now, and in the dim light of the room she could see her father Homer, kneeling behind her mother Marge. Homer had a handful of Marge's hair, from behind, and his lower body was pressed firmly against hers. Marge's head was arched back and her luscious ass was arched up against Homer. The dimness of the light reduced the image to black and white, Marge's ass looking smooth, round, and unblemished, and her father's muscles rippling as he hunched into his writhing wife. The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Lisa noticed that her mother was all but shredding the bottom sheet with her long fingernails which dug into the mattress deeply for support. Lisa felt a knot in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her young legs. Homer moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and thrusting into Marge with long, deep jabs. Each thrust brought a primal growl from deep inside Marge's throat, and Lisa watched her mother's hips move back instinctively, forcing Homer's huge shaft deeper inside her. "God! You're so fuckin' tight like this Marge!" Homer whispered, his words carrying, easily to Lisa's ears in the nearby hallway. Marge half moaned, half sighed her response, pushing her upper body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying beneath her slim, supple body. "Fuck me hard Homer ." she breathed. "Fuck me hard and fast. Cum in me!" Lisa couldn't believe her ears! Her nipples were already hard, excited by what she'd seen and heard so far. Now they ached to be touched and Lisa's right hand found her nipple, teasing it. She watched as Homer began thrusting faster into Marge's raised ass, their bodies making an audible "smack", Marge's breasts bouncing, and the flesh of her ass rippling. Lisa felt her panties clinging to her crotch, moistened with her own juices. "Yesss!" Marge hissed. "Fuck my ass. Pump your cum in my asshole, you big gorgeous stud." Lisa heard the words and couldn't believe it. Homer her father was actually fucking her mother's ass! She had heard about that kind of thing at school from sherri and terri, but treated it with incredulous suspicion. Now she was witnessing it for herself, in her own house, with her own parents! It was incredibly exciting. Lisa let out a low sigh… a sigh of lustful arousal. Her left hand replaced her right on her nipples, and her right hand slid under her panties and between her legs. Lisa knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger deep into herself, rubbing her clit frantically. She had masturbated before and knew exactly how to bring herself off in the shortest possible time. She slipped another finger into her tight, little cunthole and began to move it in and out. The two bodies on the bed undulated and writhed about, glistening even in the semi-darkness of the room. Marge's long blue hair flailed about as her body heaved and bucked to Homer's rhythm. It wasn't long before Homer groaned and began fucking Marge even harder. He was pulling on her hips and slamming his cock into her so hard that Marge's whole body shook. To Lisa, it looked almost like Homer was trying to drive his balls inside Marge's cunt. Suddenly, they both stiffened and shuddered. Their groans and loud breathing filled the air for a few long moments, and then they fell silent. In the sudden silence Lisa stopped cold. Her own heavy breathing was covered by theirs, as was the wet, squishing sounds her fingers had been making in her pussy. She slowly caressed herself and watched the two lovers on the bed, her father on top of her mother from behind, both kissing and fondling each other. Lisa finally realized the show was over and she crept back to her bed, still excited by what she'd witnessed. Her own sleep came only after she'd rubbed her gooey little slit to orgasm, fantasizing about Homer's cock as she came. The next morning marge was in the kitchen first having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the family. Lisa shuffled in wearing her robe shaking out her long golden hair. "Well! Good morning sleepy-head!" marge said cheerfully handing over a hot cup. "'Morning, Mom" lisa said blearily. "Thanks." "Well you look dreadful." "I have an excuse Mom" smiled lisa. "Mmmmm… and what might that be dear" asked her mother absently. "All that noise you and Homer were making last night." "Oh I'm sorry did we wake you honey" marge asked looking surprised. "Yeah it's okay though." lisa said. Lisa looked at marge. They had always had a good relationship more like friends than mother and daughter and lisa knew she could talk about sex with her mother openly. "Is homer good in bed Mom" asked lisa almost innocently. Marge blushed even through her early summer tan. "Well, er… yes, I'd ah… I'd have to say he was very good" stammered marge. "But it's not something a young girl asks about her father dear" "Why Mom" Lisa had her there marge realized. "Ah… I… I don't know it just isn't the done thing that's all." "But, Mom I thought you said for me to ask you anything about sex I wanted to know. You said anything at all remember" Marge swallowed uneasily. This was going to be difficult. She tried desperately to think of a reason not to answer lisa's question but couldn't think of one. Remembering how her own mother had avoided the subject of sex at all costs marge decided to be candid with her daughter. years ago lisa herself had been the result of marges's own dismal ignorance of sex. "Okay, honey" said marge finally. "What exactly do you want to know" "Nothing," replied the young girl nonchalantly. "I was just wondering if you and homer did some of the things I've heard about at school that's all." "And what sort of things have you been hearing at school" "You know… weird things…" "You're going to have to be more explicit than that dear. I have no idea what you're talking about." "Well sherri and terri and some of the other girls talk about sucking a guy's thing…. you know his um… cock. Do you and homer do that sort of thing" Marge almost went back on her promise to herself about telling lisa the truth. But lisa's unashamed frankness prevented her. The last thing she wanted was lisa growing up disgusted with sex in any of it's forms. "Yes sometimes we do, honey" marge admitted. Lisa's eyes lit up like birthday candles. "And um… does homer do the same for you too You know lick your pussy" "Sure" said marge with a grin of insecurity. Lisa felt her own pussy moisten at the thought of homer's tongue licking marge's hairy wet cuntslit to orgasm. "Is he good, Mom" "Mmmmmm the best baby" admitted marge feeling suddenly much more comfortable about talking to lisa on so personal a subject. Lisa felt a sudden wetness between her thighs as her excitement leaked out through her panties and dampened the chair. She fought the urge to touch herself crossing her legs instead. "Does homer have a big cock she asked remembering that it had been too dark to see much the night before. "Now you're getting a little too personal, dear" smiled marge. "At least let homer and I have a few secrets" "Aw, mom!" frowned lisa. After last night she was eager for more juicy titbits from her mother. "All I'll say honey is that homer is well-endowed okay Now why don't you go and take a cold shower young lady" giggled marge. Lisa smiled. "Okay Mom" she said walking down the hallway. Before entering the shower lisa surveyed herself in the mirror. What she saw pleased her mostly fair skin but with a few too many freckles (never mind that most of her friends at school told her they were sexy) a pair of slightly bloodshot blue eyes and a very attractive face. Her nose was a little too big she thought, but no one ever complained. Her best features the ones she knew would always get the boys to look still pleased her. Her hair was straight and long stopping just below her waist like a golden-blonde waterfall. And her eyebrows which matched her hair exactly. Some of the bolder boys like jimbo jones had asked her if her "other" hair was so perfectly matched. Sometimes if the boy was cute lisa playfully invited him to see for himself that it was. Her budding breasts weren't as large as she wanted but at her age they were well proportioned to her lithe young body. Her waist was slender and she was trim. Principal Skinner had told her she had an athletic looking body but he was always complimenting the more mature looking girls trying to get into their pants no doubt. Principal skinner was kind of cute though she mused. She wondered what his cock looked like maybe if she played her cards right he'd even let her see it. Lisa stepped into the shower and soaped up thinking of marge and homer's performance last night. She didn't masturbate she never could in the shower but she did feel much better after she'd cleaned up and put on what little makeup she usually wore. She brushed her long hair still wet and used the blow-dryer for about ten minutes. It was still damp when she stopped to answer the knock on the bathroom door. Homer stood in the hallway wearing jogging shorts and, as lisa looked more closely… trying to keep an erection down. lisa wore her robe but was naked underneath and it showed. By the way he was staring at her homer hadn't missed it either. Lisa smiled and let homer into the bathroom while she returned to the kitchen and the smell of bacon and eggs. Marge's t-shirt was outside of her shorts now something lisa noticed quickly. "I see homer's said good morning to you." she said. marge glanced down at her top then looked over at lisa grinning. "Yeah, the animal!" she added with a wink. They ate breakfast when homer returned and afterwards marge braided lisa's long blonde hair. Then she took her shower with homer. Lisa tried unsuccessfully to ignore the sounds of splashing fun coming from the bathroom but it was no good her easily-aroused young pussy became instantly moist at the very thought of marge's and homer's naked wet bodies sliding sensually against each other under the steamy cascading water. Afterwards marge and homer went out shopping while lisa contented herself with sunning on the patio reading a new book by her favorite author. Her parents had offered to take her along but lisa knew they wanted to be alone. Lisa lied about having to go out to a friend's house just wanting to relax by herself for a while. She'd tell them her friend called to cancel as soon as they got back home. In the meantime, lisa worked on her tan hoping that her freckles would blend into a semblance of a tan at least. It was pretty and quiet in springfield this time of year but still warm and lisa only stayed in the sun for a short while before moving into the shade. She read for about an hour and a half then dozed off. Lisa awoke stretching like a cat and then stood up. The light coating of sun-screen still glistened on her skin and felt slippery since she'd perspired during her nap. She picked up her towel and turned to enter the house when she saw marge and homer inside. They obviously didn't know she was home and hadn't seen her lying in the shade. Lisa watched through the large glass doors her eyes wide blinking in amazement or sleepiness. Marge lay on her back on the sofa her ass at the edge of the cushions. She was naked with her legs high in the air and homer was crouching between her thighs rolling his face around in her open cunt. Her mother was shaking and rocking her hips grinding her cunt up into homer's face obviously enjoying his tongue. Sexy Lisa Simpsons wondered what to do as she watched. Somehow they'd come back while she'd dozed off and hadn't seen her out here. Homer made marge come in a gasping orgasm which made lisa very wet and she wanted to finger her pussy but she didn't dare. She didn't want them to catch her watching them let alone masturbating while she did! Her parents swapped places and now marge was sucking on homer's cock. In the daylight lisa could see that marge's comments on the size of homer's cock were an understatement. The thing was huge! The sight of his jutting organ sent a sensual thrill through her adolescent young body and lisa squeezed her legs together in a vain attempt at relief. She picked up her book and ducked behind a wall, still watching her parents antics with growing excitement. Lisa watched as marge sucked homer's cock with practiced expertise. marge's naked body was smooth and evenly tanned except for the small light areas that showed the tiny bikini she normally wore. Lisa could clearly see her mother's open cuntslit wet with homer's saliva and was only mildly surprised to find that the sight of her of a glistening pink gash excited her almost as much as the sight of a rock-hard cock. Concealed by the wall lisa slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her pants and began fingering her pussy as she stared with lust at at her horny parents. To the young girl it seemed like homer's erect prick was almost a foot long. She didn't know how on earth marge was taking it so far into her mouth but she was anxious to find out. Lisa felt her feet moving and she felt as though someone else was controlling them. As she moved it came to her that she was going to walk in on them and she prepared an "excuse". If they objected or were embarrassed she would simply go to her room then shower off from her sunbathing. If they didn't object then…well, she'd see. Lisa took a deep breath and opened the door walking in and closing it carelessly behind her. Just as she entered marge looked up and homer began to shoot. Marge and lisa locked eyes for a moment then lisa's were drawn to the thick white cum spurting against marge's tits. Marge looked down paused then gulped down homer's spurting cock making him cry out loudly. Homer hadn't seen her yet his eyes were tightly shut as he groaned out his orgasm in exquisite bliss. Marge looked up and nodded towards the hallway. Lisa took one long last look at homer's slimy cock and tiptoed quickly towards her room. Lisa had noticed the wetness and colour of marge's aroused cunt it excited her strangely. As she walked she could feel the slipperiness of her own pussy and the tight stiffness of her little nipples. Lisa heard her marge whisper something to homer and the sound of hasty dressing. Lisa decided to take a shower in an attempt to cool down her incestuous arousal and had just gotten undressed when she heard a soft knock at her door. "Yeah" "It's me lisa can I come in for a moment" marge's muffled voice ask. "Yeah! Come in Mom!" said lisa hastily wrapping a towel around her naked body. The door opened and marge entered the room. She was fully dressed now but her face still held a rosy flush of sexual excitement. "Can I talk to you about what happened just now" asked marge. Lisa looked embarrassed and a little frightened. She was certain her mother was going to give her a good chewed-out for spying on them. "I'm really sorry Mom!" she spluttered "I won't ever do it again honest! I just couldn't help but notice you and homer fu… um.. doing it!" Marge smiled at lisa and sat down on the bed next to her. "Hey… hey… You're not in any trouble lisa. " she crooned hugging her affectionately. "I'm not going to get mad at you for a little natural adolescent curiosity." "You're not" "No! In fact your father and I both agree that we should be more open with you rather than trying to hide what we do behind closed doors. Now that you're at that age where girls start to experiment with sex. we both want your first experiences to be as open and as pleasurable as possible." "You mean you told homer I saw you um… s..sucking his thing just now" asked lisa fearfully. "Sure!" smiled marge. "He was a little surprised at first but when I told him about the lecherous way you were staring at his cock, I think he actually started to get hard again." "MOM! That's disgusting!" exclaimed lisa but she couldn't suppress a faint mischievous little smile at the thought of homer getting aroused by her. "Not to me it's not honey" chuckled marge "And don't be so smug I know you want to get your hands on your father's big cock. I could see it in your eyes as you watched me suck him off just now. Am I right" Lisa lowered her eyes and nodded silently squiggling uncomfortably on the bed. Her mother was right the sight of homer's long thick erection glistening with saliva and cum had been a tremendous turn-on for lisa. Even now her little pussy was still itching with arousal at the very thought of homer's huge cock. "Don't be ashamed lisa" said marge hugging lisa close. "I had the same feelings about my father when I was your age. I guess nearly every little girl does at some stage or another." "Really" chirped lisa happy that she was not alone in her incestuous fantasies. "Sure. But not every girl is lucky enough to get a chance to actually do anything about it" said marge with a sly little grin. "You don't mean that you and… grandpa simpson …. actually….. " "….fucked" marge said finishing her daughter's question for her. "We still do sweetheart. Your grandfather is hardly an old man you know and believe me he can still give homer a run for his money in the bedroom." Lisa was getting very wet between the legs listening to marge's startling family revelations. The thought of her grandfather fucking her mother was intensely arousing to her. She squirmed her ass on the bed and parted her thighs a little in a vain attempt to alleviate the hot burning itch emanating from her aroused pussyslit. Marge could see that lisa was getting sexually excited and decided that the mood was right to do something about it. She'd had several sexual encounters with other women in her life and even though homer usually kept her fairly well satisfied in bed (and anywhere else he could get his cock into her without being arrested) occasionally marge had the urge to sample a little female flesh for a change. Watching her gorgeous young daughter squirming her naked little ass around on the bed was making marge horny too. "What's wrong, honey" she asked stroking lisa's exposed thigh. Lisa's pussy moistened at marge's touch and instinctively she opened her thighs wider unconsciously inviting the hand on her thigh to venture further. "I.. er…. I.. um.. don't know Mom. I feel kinda funny!" "Good `funny' or bad `funny' lisa" asked marge letting her fingers slide up under the hem of the towel which just covered lisa's furry little crotch. "Good… I guess" murmured lisa. After all she had seen and heard today marge's touch excited lisa much more than she would admit to. "Do you want me to stop lisa" asked marge. "I will if you feel uncomfortable about this." "N..no! No don't stop…." said lisa her voice almost a whisper as she lay her head against her mother's shoulder. "I want you to touch me Mom" "I am touching you lisa" teased marge inching her hand further up under the edge of the towel. "No… t..touch me between the legs Mom" lisa panted "Please stroke my pussy. I'm so hot and wet down there." "Oooooohhh my sexy little lisa! I bet you are!" moaned marge. "Watching Mommy suck Daddy's cock got you all horny didn't it lisa" "Ummmmmmm yessss! But looking at your pussy got me hot too" admitted lisa. "Uuuuhhh, please Mom…… feel how hot I am!" With a low moan marge dropped to her knees on the floor between lisa's legs at the same time pulling the towel away from her daughter's body. For a moment she just stared at lisa's body drinking in her daughter's budding nakedness. Then with her face down close where she could see marge slid her hand between lisa's smooth legs. The touch was light and sensual. Lisa's legs opened wider and her lips parted in a sigh of arousal. Marge's hand lingered a little longer then she began rubbing her fingers gently along lisa's cuntslit. Lisa looked down watching marge caress her almost hairless pubes. Marge's mouth was only inches from her pussy. The sight aroused lisa almost as much as the sensations marge's fingers were producing in her quivering loins. Instinctively lisa's hand moved and touched her mother's head lightly. To marge it was a silent invitation and she leaned forward and kissed lisa's pussy, then she began to lick and kiss her way up her daughter's naked body. Lisa seemed to move on automatic. She leaned forward tilting her head slightly and then it happened. Their lips met in a kiss. Lisa was surprised at how warm and soft her mother's lips were. Their breasts touched lightly making lisa's nipples stand up even harder. When they parted lisa gazed into the eyes of her mother her own eyes wide with wonder at the new experience. Marge stood up and quickly removed her clothes wanting to feel lisa's soft naked flesh against her own. Lisa lay back watching marge undress her legs still wide apart and her hot little pussy slit gleaming with wetness. Lisa couldn't help the little gasp of pleasure which escaped her lips when marge's naked tits jiggled into view. They were so big, and creamy and firm-looking with large pink nipples that now stood stiffly erect a testament to her mother's arousal. Trembling with excitement lisa reached out and touched her mother's breasts. This was the first time she'd ever touched another woman sexually. The soft flesh was so warm and exciting. Marge's full orb drew lisa's hand into a cup shape which she slid over the end of marge's breast. Marge's hands slid down and cupped lisa's tiny ass kneading it softly. Lisa's whole body trembled as though she were going to have an all-over orgasm. Marge trembled at lisa's nervous excitement and she leaned down taking one of lisa's tiny nipples between her lips. As she sucked on it biting down delicately lisa gasped and pressed her soft tit into her mother's face. Marge pulled on the other nipple with her fingers then gently sucked lisa's conical little tit almost entirely into her mouth. Marge's breathing was shallow and ragged and lisa could feel her cunt leaking warm cream down her thigh where they pressed against each other. Lisa felt like she was on fire. She grabbed marge's face and kissed her. It was nothing like the daughterly peck she usually gave her mother. It was one of the most passionate kisses she'd ever given. Marge returned it with her hands exploring the lean smooth texture of lisa's slender body. When their kiss broke lisa burned with desire a carnal lust that transcended gender and sexual taboos. She bent and licked around marge's nipple then sucked hard on the erect bud. Marge cradled lisa's head to her breast and felt lisa sucking and licking her tit suckling her just like she had done as a baby. But now it was different her little sucking mouth sent shivers of lust to the core of Marge's being. Lisa's right hand slid between marge's legs stroking tentatively at first then more eagerly. Her own pussy spasmed when her fingers discovered that her mother's cunt was soaking wet. Her fingers slid back and forth through the hot slippery cuntlips then lisa sighed as her finger slid into her mother's body. Marge gasped rocking her hips forward against lisa's exploring hand trembling with excitement. Marge crawled between Lisa's legs and spread her pussy-lips with her thumbs. Then before lisa fully understood what was happening marge pressed her mouth over lisa's gooey little cunt and began to nibble and suck. Lisa threw back her pretty blonde head and moaned loudly. She couldn't believe it. Her own mother was sucking her pussy! The feel of a mouth and lips on her hotly aroused little cunt felt utterly fantastic and that tongue… marge's wonderful long tongue… swirling around inside her probing and delving like a wiggly little cock. Marge began sucking lisa's pussy like a puppy-dog, lapping lisa's free-flowing juices and sliding her hands up and down lisa's thighs. Lisa gasped for breath her stomach heaved in and out and her legs trembled. Marge sucked and licked and lisa shuddered. A wave washed over her starting in her cunt and spreading outward returning to her twat as a flood of thick creamy juice to be greedily lapped up by her ravenous mother. Lisa lay back exhausted her body weak and flushed. Marge crawled up beside her and kissed lisa's tits then kissed lisa on the mouth. Lisa tasted her own juices not for the first time but certainly the most erotic. Marge's lips were slick and their tongues danced. Soon marge was gasping for breath sucking off lisa had excited the woman so much that her own cunt demanded immediate attention. She took lisa's hand and plunged three fingers into her horny gash fucking them in and out as she kissed lisa passionately. Lisa sensed marge's urgency she was highly aroused. Her mother had given her so much exquisite pleasure and lisa suddenly wanted to return the favour. Instinctively lisa moved her head between marge's thighs and tentatively tongued her mother's swollen pussylips. Her tongue licked lightly over the glistening slit, finding her clit at the top, all swollen and hard. Marge's hips jerked as lisa continued to lick circles around it. Soon lisa's chin was slick with the juices seeping from marge's sex and her little tongue was sliding all around. Lisa loved the feeling on her tongue and her face. The smooth, warm slippery wetness excited her and the musky scent of her mother filled her nostrils. "Put your fingers in me lisa" marge said breathlessly. Lisa did. First one finger then two then a third. Marge's hips bucked and lisa flicked her tongue over marge's swollen clit. She felt the spasms around her fingers the grasping pulsing squeezes as marge began to cum instantly. Lisa shoved her fingers in deep moving her hand back and forth until her mother moaned loudly and began shuddering. Marge's hips ground against lisa's invading fingers and her hand pushed lisa's face tightly against her cunt. When lisa pulled her fingers out they glistened with her mother's cream a few whitish globs clinging to her fingers. Lisa licked her fingers off savoring it like a fine sauce. They lay on the bed for some time, hugging and kissing each other tenderly. They had shared something very special and each felt closer to the other than they'd ever been before. Marge and lisa had become lovers.
Introduction: The number of times I have had sex, the number of different men with whom I have had sex, the number of different locations in which I have had sex, the number of people I have watched have sex, all of it, in my twenty three years of life, had not prepared me for this. The situation on this night during which sex was had, was beyond anything that my life up to this point in time, could have, would have, or should have prepared me to possibly imagine. "Yes." I expected us to adjust ourselves into a good fucking position. But Ken plunged his cock into my pussy right away, right then and there, with me flat on my stomach. I wasn't ready. He lay his torso on my back and thrust into me at a pretty good pace. My pussy was ready for the vigorous thrusting because Ken's playing with my ass had primed my pussy, had made it very wet. But I wasn't ready. This was not a position in which I had had sex very often, because I didn't particularly like this position. But here I was, and I was stuck. I thought that Ken would cum pretty fast because he was so excited, aroused, and hard. I thought I would not need to be in this position for so long that I would become uncomfortable. My body didn't cooperate. I quickly started to feel an orgasm coming on. A different orgasm, this was a different feeling. My orgasms have been clit-centered. I orgasm from the stimulation of my clit much more than from the stimulation of my pussy. In this position, my clit was not being stimulated very much, if at all. These sensations were coming almost entirely from inside my pussy. I had never felt this before. If this was going to be a pussy orgasm rather than a clit orgasm, I was not ready for it. Ken's comments and instructions made it worse. "This feels good! This feels good! This feels good! This feels good, babe, this feels real good! Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. This feels damn good! Damn good! This feels damn good! Oohhhh, … oohhhh, … oohhh, yeah. Come on, babe. Come on, babe. Fuck me back! Fuck me back! Fuck me back! Come on, babe, fuck me back! Fuck me back! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Ooooohhhh, … oooohhhh, … oooohhhh. That's right! That's right! That's right! Fuck me back! Fuck me back! Let me feel it! Let me feel it! Let me feel it! Let me feel you fuck me back! Let me feel it! Let me feel you fuck me back, babe, let me feel it! Let me feel it! Squeeze your pussy, babe, squeeze your pussy! Let me feel it! Let me feel it! Let me feel your pussy! Let me feel your pussy! Let me feel your pussy! Let me feel your pussy! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Let me feel your pussy! Let me feel your pussy! Let me feel it! Let me feel it! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze it! Squeeze it! Squeeze it! Squeeze your pussy! Squeeze your pussy! Ooohhhh! Ooohhhh! Ooohhhh! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh!" And then I had that pussy orgasm. This was a much different orgasm than I have ever had before. It was not nearly as strong as my previous clit-centered orgasms. It was a deeper orgasm centered inside me, inside my pussy. It felt like a small explosion and seemed to encompass my entire body. It started in my pussy – deep inside my pussy – with the tensing of my pussy muscles and ass muscles. Then it radiated up and down my body. Tension went down my thighs, calves, feet to my toes like a wave. There was not strong muscle tensing like before with my clit-centered orgasms, but it was still very pleasurable. My back muscles, shoulder muscles, and neck muscles all moderately tensed up in this radial succession. The cycle began anew. My pussy muscles and ass muscles tensed up together, somewhat hard, and then relaxed. Very soon after, they did the same thing, quickly tensed up somewhat hard and then relaxed. And then again. And again. And then several more times in slowing succession. This rhythmic tensing and relaxing of my muscles radiated down my legs to my toes and up my back to my neck. All the muscles of my body, literally from my head to my toes, were tensing and relaxing in this wave-like fashion. What Ken was saying and doing just prolonged them. He kept thrusting into me while saying "Oh yeah! … Oh yeah! … Oh yeah! … Oh yeah, babe! … Oh yeah! … You're cumming, aren't you? … You're cumming, aren't you? … You're cumming, aren't you, babe? … Oh yeah! Keep cumming! Keep cumming! Keep cumming! Keep cumming, babe! Keep cumming! Oh yeah! Keep cumming! And cum strong, babe, cum strong! Cum hard! Cum hard, babe! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Squeeze your pussy, babe! Squeeze your pussy, babe! Squeeze your pussy, babe! Squeeze hard! Squeeze hard! Squeeze your pussy hard! Squeeze your pussy hard! Hard! Hard! Hard! That's it! That's it! That's it, baby! That's it! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." Despite its relative mildness, it took a couple of minutes for this new type of orgasm for me to subside. Once that happened I was able to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. I thought about why this orgasm was so different. As Ken continued to thrust into me, I concentrated on what I was feeling there. Ken's cock was pushing against part of my pussy that had never been stimulated before, at least not like this. The front upper part of my pussy, when on my stomach, was getting hit by cock. That was the part of my pussy that I had been taught where the g-spot is located. The orgasm was very enjoyable. But I preferred my familiar clit-centered orgasm more than this g-spot-centered one. I remembered how I used to masturbate when I first started masturbating. I rubbed my clit against a rolled-up bedsheet. I reached over to the empty side of the bed and tried to gather up the bedsheet. Soon, my hand was knocked away. What happened? Marie did it! She was on the bed! She removed the case from one of the pillows and rolled it up. How did she know what I was trying to do? She moved over to us and, while Ken was continuing to fuck me, made enough room between me and the bed to slip the rolled-up pillowcase underneath me. Then she went around behind us, between our legs, and reached under me. After some fumbling, she was able to pull the pillowcase between my legs so that my clit rested on it. Now the rolled-up pillowcase was in a position in which I could grind myself against it, just like I did when I first started masturbating. The familiar clit stimulation was back. I could feel it. It felt good. My next orgasm would be really good, even great, I hoped. Except Ken was still fucking me, plunging his cock deep into my pussy. And in this prone position, his cock was hitting my g-spot. I was trying to grind my clit against the rolled-up pillowcase. Ken's weight on me, and the thrust of his cock, also pushed my clit against the pillowcase. I was getting a really intense feeling in my clit. As well, this g-spot business was not really feeling like a spot to me this time. It felt like a region, a g-region. As Ken's cock moved deeper into me, I felt the sensation along my pussy, over halfway in, almost three-fourths of the way. I only stopped feeling more of this sensation when Ken had completely filled my pussy with his cock. And Ken was approaching his own orgasm. "Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing, baby! Keep squeezing that pussy! Keep squeezing that pussy! Keep squeezing that pussy! Keep squeezing that pussy! Squeeze hard, babe, squeeze hard! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Squeeze my cock! Squeeze my cock! Squeeze my cock! Squeeze my cock! That's right! That's right! That's right! That's right! That's right! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oohhhh, oohhhh, oohhh, oohhh, oohhh!" He was fucking me more vigorously than before. His weight and thrusts were pushing me against the bed harder than before. I didn't need to grind my hips against the rolled-up pillowcase anymore to feel it against my clit. Ken's actions were doing the grinding for me. And I was feeling it! I was feeling it strongly! I was feeling the g-region sensations strongly too! I was feeling my clit being sandwiched, compressed, between the rolled-up pillowcase on the bed and Ken's cock in my pussy. The feeling was already very strong, and it was intensifying. I was feeling something welling up in my pussy. I still can't put a name to it. I know it came from the stimulation of my clit from the outside and the inside at the same time. I wasn't sure I could handle the intensity of this sensation. It was getting stronger and stronger, almost with each thrust of Ken's cock. I started thinking that this rolled-up pillowcase business was not such a good idea. I thought about adjusting the pillowcase so that it wasn't against my clit as directly as it was, but I couldn't reach it. I tried moving my hips away from the pillowcase, but I was losing control of my hip muscles. My muscles were starting to constrict, my hips were starting to move involuntarily, again. And then Ken started thrusting even faster and harder. It was too late! It was too late! My God! It was too late for me to do anything. I was going to experience whatever was in store for me. And then Ken started shouting, shouting! "I'm almost there! I'm almost there! I'm almost there! I'm almost there! I'm almost there! I'm almost there! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing hard! Hard, babe! Hard, babe! Hard, babe! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" And that sent me over the edge! My pussy muscles squeezed around Ken's cock hard, very hard. The tensing of my muscles sped through my entire body. This was feeling like the start of prior clit-centered orgasms except stronger. My thighs, calves, feet, and toes all tensed up strongly. My toes curled nearly into a fist, a foot fist. My back muscles tensed up so much that it arched enough to push my shoulders into Ken's chest. The tensing of my neck muscles pulled my head back against Ken's shoulders. I couldn't move my arms. My diaphragm tensed up to the point that I stopped breathing for a while. I was paralyzed, not moving, not making a sound. Only Ken was moving, plunging his cock into me with the force of his entire body weight that squashed my body into the bed and my face into the pillow. Only Ken was speaking. "I'm there, babe, I'm there! I'm there! I'm there! Fuck me back! Fuck me back! Baby, fuck me back! That's it! That's it! Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze! Keep squeezing hard! Keep squeezing hard! That's it! That's it! Keep fucking me back! Keep fucking me back! Keep fucking me back! I'm there! I'm there! I'm there! I'm there! I'm cumming soon! I'm cumming soon! I'm going to cum real soon! Oohhh! Oohhh! Oohhh!" Well, I orgasmed before he did. My previous orgasm was not the strongest I have ever had but it was different in a way that still made it one of the more enjoyable I have ever had. The one that welling up in me this time felt like it could be one of the strongest orgasms I have ever had. And it was. Thanks to Ken, because it was mostly his fault. He was fucking me fast, and hard, and deep. I had never been fuck like that before. I never before had my pussy pummeled the way Ken was pummeling it. I never before had my pussy so thoroughly filled with cock, to its very depths, the way Ken was filling it. And my body's reaction to Ken's fucking of me was as intense as Ken's fucking itself. My emotional reaction was almost as intense as Ken's moaning, and groaning, and commenting, and instruction giving. My muscles couldn't tense up any more than they already were. I was completely out of breath because I had not taken one in longer than I could remember in this circumstance. I was afraid I would pass out, for the first time in my life during sex. Then it happened. The tension in my pussy and in my clit was too much to stand. In one last gasp, the muscles of my pussy and ass tensed up and clenched up more strongly than ever in my life. And just as suddenly, they relaxed. And then tensed up strongly again. And then relaxed again. This tensing and relaxing in quick succession was like before with my earlier orgasms except the muscle tensing was much stronger this time. The muscles of my ass and ass cheeks tensed and relaxed in the same way. The same thing with the muscles of my thighs, calves, feet and toes. My feet tensed so strongly that my soles cramped up. The muscles of my back tensed and relaxed strongly too, but when they tensed it was so hard that my backed arched sharply and actually lifted Ken. He fell back onto me when my back muscles relaxed. But I lifted him again when my muscles tensed up and my back arched sharply once more. The first relaxation of my muscles after that first tensing of my body that was the start of this orgasm, allowed my first good breath in a while. That breath was a loud gasp. And it was a struggle to inhale as my torso had to push against the bed below me and Ken's weight on top of me. I inhaled as deeply as I could and took in as much air as I could until the next tensing of my muscles forced my breath out in a long moan. When my muscles relaxed again momentarily, I was able to gasp another lungful of air. Then when my muscles tensed up again, another long moan came from my mouth. Another hard squeeze around Ken's cock from my pussy muscles. All the muscles of my body constricted hard again, starting another round of contortions through my legs to my feet and toes, and through my back and shoulders to my arms, hands, and fingers. My fingers clenched into fists full of bedsheet. Another gasp filled my lungs during a moment of relaxation of my body muscles. Another loud moan let everyone know that my muscles were tensing up again. I went through another round of my toes curling, my feet cramping, my legs jerking, my pussy muscles squeezing Ken's cock hard, my ass muscles clenching hard, my back muscles spasming and arching my back, my stomach muscles so taut I couldn't inhale, my arms rigid, my hands gripping the bedsheets, my head thrown back, my mouth agape futilely trying to draw breath. Many moments later, it was Ken's turn. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Aawwwwhhhh! Aawwwwhhhh! Aawwwwhhhh! Aawwwwhhhh! Aawwwwhhhh! Aawwwwhhhh! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Awwwhhh yeah! Awwwhhh yeah! Awwwhhh yeah! Awwwhhh yeah! Awwwhhh yeah! Awwhh! Awwhh! Awwhh! Awwhh! Awwhh! Ohhh yeah! Ohhh yeah! Ohhh yeah! Ohhh yeah!" Ken had his orgasm. And he let me know. He let me know in no uncertain terms! He let me know with his thrusting! He had been lying on top of me. But just before his orgasm, he got up on his knees, he lifted me up by my hips so that I was face and chest down on the bed and my ass up off of the bed, then he pounded into me with all his worth for his paradise strokes. Previous boyfriends called them the 'cum strokes' and the 'final position' was the position in which they took their cum strokes. It seemed Ken's favorite final position was with the woman ass up and face down. That was the same position Marie was in when Ken almost had his orgasm from fucking her. Now Ken was fucking me as hard as he had been fucking Marie. I had just had an orgasm, a strong orgasm, so my pussy was wet, very wet, like sloppy wet. All that wetness made Ken's hard pummeling feel pretty good. I was enjoying Ken's orgasm. He seemed to have enjoyed fucking me as much as I saw him enjoy fucking Marie. That made me feel very good about myself. I had felt envious of Marie. I wanted to be fucked the way she had been fucked. And then I was. And I liked it. I liked it a lot. My feeling fed off of his pleasure and my pleasure started up again. The orgasm I just had stopped subsiding. The sensations of my muscles, tensing and tightening, grew stronger. I felt like I was on my way to having yet another orgasm. And I actually was! Ken ejaculated a lot of sperm into me. I felt it. I felt the spurts. I felt the warmth. It was warm deep in my pussy. I enjoyed that feeling. Ken was no longer thrusting as hard but he was thrusting deeply. With each deep, moderately slow thrust, he pushed his sperm into me, against the depths of my pussy. Pressure built up there. That pressure felt filling to me. That sense of being filled up intensified the sensations of the impending orgasm. My pussy muscles constricted involuntarily and squeezed Ken's cock. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, babe! Yeah, babe! Yeah, babe! Yeah, babe! Squeeze my cock! Squeeze my cock! Squeeze my cock! Squeeze my cock! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Squeeze it, babe! Squeeze it, babe! Squeeze it, babe! Squeeze it, babe! Squeeze it hard! Squeeze it hard! Squeeze it hard! Squeeze it hard! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Your pussy feels so good! Your pussy feels so good! Your pussy feels so good! Man oh man oh man oh man oh man! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Keep squeezing! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze!" Ooohhhhhh! … Ooohhhhhh! … Ooohhhhhh! … Ooohhhhhh! … Ooohhhhhh! … Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! … Mmmmhhhh! … Mmmmhhhh! … Mmmmhhhh! … Mmmmhhhh!" My response to Ken's exhortations to me to squeeze my pussy muscles hard around his cock, was a series of my own moans. My pussy was responsible. I didn't have control over my pussy at that time. My body was spasming as part of another orgasm. This one was not as strong or intense as the orgasm I just had with the rolled-up pillowcase because my clit was not getting stimulated. But this orgasm was still felt very good. Like the orgasm I had just after the massage Ken gave me, it came from deeper in my body, deeper in my pussy. At least, I felt it more deeply in my body. It may have been another g-spot orgasm. My muscles contracted and flexed less strongly and more slowly than before, but each constriction lasted longer than before. The muscles of my body contracted in a wave, like my prior g-region orgasm. After what felt like many minutes Ken let me back down on the bed and lay on top of me again. He pressed his cock, still hard but softening, deep into my pussy. I had landed on the rolled-up pillowcase. It pressed against my clit like before, and that extended the contractions of my orgasm. This was feeling good. I liked feeling the weight of Ken's body on me. I liked the feel of his sweaty chest against my back. I liked hearing him moan softly, close to my ear, as his orgasm subsided. I liked feeling his breath against my face when he exhaled. This was a really good way to gradually come down from the intense highs of my orgasms. This position, this state, was chill to me. I just lay there, chilling out, enjoying the feelings. Sounds of slapping burst into my ears. The sting of slaps on my legs roused me from my chill. "You enjoyed that too much!" It was Marie! She was angry. But why? She let me have sex with Ken. She gave her permission. What was with this? "I'm sorry! I couldn't help it, Marie. My body liked it. I'm sorry," I pleaded. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship over this. "I'm sorry," I repeated. "Not you! Him! Kenny!" Marie continued slapping at Ken's legs. Occasionally she missed and slapped my legs. Ken rolled off of me, onto his back, and faced Marie. "What are you talking about? What are you angry about?" He looked like he had no idea what Marie was going on about. "You enjoyed yourself too much with her!" Marie stated, pointing at me. Ken turned and looked at me. He looked surprised and horrified! The expression on his face was what I would imagine a person's expression might be who saw Chundi the evil ghost when they were expecting to see Caspar the friendly ghost. He gasped. He turned to look at Marie again. Confusion mixed itself into his expressions of surprise and horror. Ken gasped again. He turned to look at me again. His expression can only be described as the 'what the fuck is going on' look. But what was there about which to be surprised, horrified, or confused? "Who the fuck are you????" he inquired of me. It was as if I was a strange, unknown, delivery man or meter reader who had barged into his house unannounced and had defiled its sanctity. "That's the woman you've been fucking for the past two hours!" Marie answered, with a palm slap to Ken's forehead for emphasis. "And you liked it too much! She was supposed to enjoy fucking you, not you enjoy fucking her!" "Oh. Oh. Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Are you Marie's friend?" Ken asked of me. "Yes. Yes. You're Marie's friend, aren't you?" I nodded in the affirmative. "Right, right, right, right, right. … I forgot. Sandra, right? Your name's Sandra?" "Sarah." Marie and I replied in unison. "Sarah? You're Sarah?" "Yes. My name is Sarah," I confirmed. Ken looked at Marie with an odd quizzical expression on his face. " Then who's Sandra? "There is no Sandra! There is just me, – I'm Marie – you, – you're Kenny – and Sarah, who is there beside you." Marie spoke slowly, deliberately, with a touch of sarcasm. "All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. Okay. Look, ... uh … the Chinese food and the beer has messed with my head. Okay? I'm less there, less quick as to what's going on. Okay? So give me a break on this. Okay? Look, Marie, we're supposed to be having fun. Aren't you having fun?" "Not anymore! Not after you enjoyed fucking my friend, Sarah, so much! Not after you ate Sarah's pussy. You didn't eat my pussy! We were supposed to have something special between us, something we couldn't share with anyone else. But you fucked Sarah as if you had something special with her." "But I didn't even realize it was her I was fucking." "That makes it even worse! Who did you think you were fucking? How many other women do you think about when you are fucking? — " "You," I interrupted. "Ken thought he was fucking you. He said your name a few times. I assume he was talking to me thinking I was you." "I know. I heard him." "Well, that's not so bad then," interjected Ken. "If I believed I was fucking you and enjoying it, then that's okay. Right?" "Wrong! You have to fuck me again! And you have to fuck me like I'm the only woman in the world who matters to you! You have to fuck me like we have something special together, like you have something special with me, something that you never before had with a woman, something that you don't feel you will ever have with another woman. You have to fuck me like that!" "Babe! Come on! I'm 28 years old. I can't fuck back to back to back anymore like I could when I was 20 or 21. I need a couple of hours to rest up, to re-energize." "Your cock may need rest, but your tongue doesn't. You can start by eating my pussy!" Marie sat on Ken's chest and inched herself up towards his head until it was between her upper thighs. However, I was in the way somewhat. "Move over a bit," Marie instructed me. I tried to comply, but I found that I was paralyzed. I couldn't move my legs, my hips, or my waist. And I could barely move my arms and shoulders. I have had orgasms where I couldn't move my legs for a few minutes afterward, but this was more than half my body that wouldn't move. "Come on, Sarah, move over." Marie prodded and poked me. I wanted to answer her in a normal voice, but the voice that came out, high-pitched with a sense of fear and urgency, was child-like. "I can't move my legs!" "Can you feel your legs? If you can, then it's nothing, just your orgasm. Can you feel this?" Marie moved down Ken and reached over to my feet. She tickled the soles of my feet. "Aaaahhhhhkkk! Stop, stop, stop, stop! Marie, stop it!" I felt that all right, but I couldn't move my legs and feet away from her tickling. It was torture. And Marie was giggling about it. "Sorry," she said, grinning from ear to ear. She rolled me over onto my back. That gave her more room to get busy with Ken. I guess they were going to fuck some more with me right there on the same bed just a foot (less than one meter) away from them. Marie made her way back up Ken's chest and rubbed her pussy in his face. "Eat my pussy this time, and better than you ate Sarah's!" Ken obeyed and dutifully went about licking and sucking Marie's pussy. I watched for a while. It was nice seeing Marie react to Ken's tongue and lips on her clit, his hands cupping, massaging, and gripping her ass cheeks. She played with her nipples, ran her hands through Ken's hair, then played with her nipples some more. All the while Marie moaned softly. Her enjoyment showed on her face. But I was fucked out. I had had four or five orgasms, and after them, I was too exhausted to get aroused again by Ken and Marie. I needed to just relax and chill out. I adjusted myself on the bed, as some movement was returning to me. My hand landed on a damp area, which must have been my pussy juice from my orgasms. So I did wet the bed. I laid my head back on the pillow, closed my eyes, and listened to them, to Marie's moans, and to Ken's noises. He was making humming sounds like when a person wants to show they like a food. I listened to the music in the background from Ken's phone. I wiggled my toes and feet as more ability to move returned to me. This was nice and peaceful. I could fall asleep. Before I did, I felt a hand on my face. It was caressing my cheeks and forehead, it lightly touched my chin, lips, and nose. I opened my eyes and saw Marie smiling at me – smirking is actually a better word. What was she doing? She moved her hand to my chest, fondled one breast, teased, pinched, and twisted my nipple. She moved to my other breast and did the same thing. I didn't stop her. Part of me enjoyed the touching. Most of me was still very curious about where all of this was going, and this light breast play might give a clue to the answer. Marie caressed my breasts for only two or three minutes. Ken's cock was hard again, Marie had had her pussy eaten, they went on to fucking and kissing. I thought about the fucking I had with Ken. I realized that I hadn't done what I had wanted to continue from the shower. I hadn't rubbed my breasts against Ken's body. I hadn't sucked his cock more. I never got a good look at his face when he had his orgasm with me because my face was in a pillow. I wish I had. I wondered if I could do this again or if I should do this again. It was too much to ponder in this moment. I put thoughts out of my mind. I closed my eyes again, chilled out on the music and the sounds of lovemaking, and drifted off to sleep. And that was that. A night of sex like no other I have ever experienced. I am writing this three weeks later. I haven't seen Ken again. I have hung out with Marie a few times since that night but she has not talked about it. She and Ken are still dating and fucking. I have thought about that night almost every night since. I have masturbated remembering that night and fantasizing about variations, the things I didn't do but would like to, the things I did and want to do again. I still don't know what that night was about. Why Marie set it up with me, or at least seemed to. But I will get it out of her eventually.
Introduction: My first post here so please constructive criticisms only so that i may get better at writting stories. Well now its time for some quiet time as my wife and mother in law are on the plane and on their way to Vegas. On the way home I stop at the LCBO and grab a 26er and a two four as well as I am going to enjoy the peace and quiet. The three kids are all off with different sitters for the next four days as I must work odd hours. I unwrap a nice thick T-bone and cut some veggies to roast on the grill and finish off 4 of the beers as everything cooks. I sit at my coffee table eating and drinking shots with beer chasers to my heart's content and then after I clean everything up I go shower and then off to bed. DING DING DING DING!!!!! Damn it somebody's ringing the friggen doorbell at 3am, I go downstairs and see a shadow at the door and I hear giggling out side the door as well. I'm fit to be tied now and ready to yell at some kids that think their funny. I open the door quickly and the shadow falls inside my door laughing as a bunch of girls run down the driveway yelling "Sorry but we can't bring her home like that as she will get into shit with her husband!" I look down and there on the floor drunk as a skunk and still giggling is my step daughter Alicia. I shake my head and reach down and pull her up and the smell of alcohol and weed hit me hard and I shake my head as I put my arm around her waist and ask her "why are you here?" She slurs out that Mark would be pissed if she came home like this and she thought it would be better if she stayed her for the night and slept it off. Fine, I grab her around the waist and pull her arm over my shoulder and we manage to start climbing the stairs up to her sisters' room but after a few steps up she starts to slip, and I grab a better hold, so she doesn't fall and my hand grabs her by the side of her right breast and I can feel the swell of it along my fingers. We stop and steady ourselves for a second till I reach down behind her legs and pick her up and carry her to the room. She nuzzles into my neck as I carry her and moans somewhat. I get to the bed and lay her out on it and turn out the lights and say good night, but she says, "Matt stay a few minutes with me, I don't feel to good" and she starts to heave, and I grab the trash can besides the bed and she brings up everything she had that night, its in her hair now and I can't leave it, or the smell will be awful. I go and turn on the shower and get it good and warm and help her into the bathroom and she says she can do it herself but after a few minutes I hear the loud crash and rush in to her halfway in the shower with one leg still in her pants and nothing else on. I reach down and pull off the pants and the thong she had on and help her into the tub where she just lies there letting the water rain down on her. Fuck this I say out loud and I take the shower off the hook and start spraying her down getting her hair good and wet, I grab the shampoo and start washing her hair letting the lather run down her body and that's when I really noticed that she was a very hot sexy young lady. Her breast was just the right size with perfect little nipples that were hard and red from the water running across them. I watched the soap run down across her tummy to her clean-shaven pussy. I rinsed out all the shampoo and thought I better get up and get out of there since I just realized I was only in my boxers sporting a nice size erection and I didn't want her to see that. As I got up I slipped on the water on the floor and ended up right in the tub on top of her! I push myself up and off her and stood up in the tub wiping the water out of my eyes when suddenly, I feel a hand on my hard cock stroking it gently. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and look down just as Alicia brings my cock to her lips and darts her tongue and runs it all the way from the base to the tip. I'm not huge by any means but I am 7 ½ but thick. When she gets to the tip she looks up into my eyes smiles and slowly slides her mouth down my cock making me groan loudly. She bobs up and down alternating between quick and slowly and I must admit it's the best blow job I've ever had. As she works on my cock I look over her and notice her amazing nipples again and when I reach down and run my fingers over the left one she moans on my cock making me twitch inside her mouth. Her nipple is rock hard, and I tweak it between my fingers and she increases her suction on my cock making me moan out again. I sit on the side of the tub making it easier for both of us as she now cups my balls and caresses them as she is bobbing her head. I reach over her and rub her back and follow the curve down to her sweet looking ass. I slip a finger into the crack of her ass and she arches her back taking even more of cock down her throat. I can feel the cum boiling in my balls just waiting for the trigger to be pulled I tell her I'm close to cumming and she sucks me even more as her nose is all the way in my pubes. The sensation is overwhelming, and I tell her again I'm about to cum, but she holds on to me and bobs faster and then it happens I moan out loud and push her head all the way down as I shoot rope after rope of cum down her throat and she swallows all but a little that escaped out of the corner of her mouth. She stays on my cock and brings it right back to life making it just as hard as it was earlier. She pulls me into the tub and climbs over me till her pussy is just above my mouth and she lowers herself till my tongue reaches up and licks her from her ass to her clit. Her turn now to moan out loudly as I let my tongue do all the work and she humps my mouth while my nose hits her clit each time. All of a sudden she stops and moves down my chest and just looks at me as she scoots further down and I feel her ass as it hits my hard cock and she stops again just staring at me and then she leans down and kisses me gently at first and then with lots more passion as our tongues play with each other she raises her ass up and my cock slips down and right when its in the right spot she pushes back and I'm am balls deep in my step daughter, the feeling is indescribable the heat and tightness is perfect, she starts to move up and then slams back down , I cant believe this I'm fucking my stepdaughter and she is the best fuck I've ever had. Tight and the way she moves I can feel when her pussy grabs and squeezes me and I'm gonna cum again quickly. I moan loud as I cum deep inside of her and she shakes from hers at the same time. She gets up while I'm laying in the tub turns and washes herself off gets out dries off and goes to bed leaving me there wondering what the hell just happened? In the morning the feeling and thoughts all rush back as I look into her room and she is still there sleeping I slip in and check on her and she stirs and wakes and says, "thank you" for taking care of me last night you didn't have to do anything, and you could've left anytime but I'm glad you didn't. if you want we might be able to do this again sometimes. Nothing else happened that day but there were other days that things did happen but those are a different story.
Mom Swap ….I can't believe I'm writing this. I've always been on the shy side and kept my 'extra' sexual desires to myself. I'm Connie (not my real name) and I've always had some sexual feelings for my son Chad. I never acted on them…..well I've peeked at him naked when I got the chance now that he was fully mature. I would say my feelings have tripled by now, and I have to admit I had a major crush on my own son. I was dreaming about him and getting wet around him. He ignored me and just let me have a little fun hugging him and rubbing his nice chest. …My girlfriend Lena had a son Ron the same age and he was real hot. He liked me a lot and always would get me alone and tried to feel me up, much to my enjoyment. My sexual feelings slowly went towards him, since he was not my own son, and I didn't want to get into that taboo guilt feeling thing. We all played cards and had a great time. My son Chad and my girlfriend Lena started getting real close and sat together on the couch and talked. ...The first time I saw my son's hand on her bare leg I got a hot rush. I immediately wanted her son Ron to do that to me. I got him to go in our den which had a couch in it. It didn't take Ron long and his hands were on me. I let him do what he wanted as I was getting a really hot thrill out of it too. It had been a long time since a guy had kissed my neck and felt my full tits. I melted and guided his hand to feel my pussy too. ….We hear: "Bye mom, were leaving." We straighten ourselves up and heard the door shut. All quiet. Ron smiled and went to the window. He watch his mom and my son get in the car together and drive away. He smiled and said: "Connie, Chad did it. I suggested a 'mom swap' as a joke, and he just went for it." I got red in the face as Ron came over to me and put his arm around me. He leaned in and said: "Will you be my mom tonight?" …I felt a tremble in my pussy and it took my breath away. I got a hot flash through my body. Ron was making me instantly wet. Being the shy type I took a big breath and said: "I'd would like nothing better….'son'." By calling him 'son' did something to him. We talked about how he wanted to have sex with his mom ever since he was little. Without hesitation I blurted out how I has a big crush on Chad, but him being my son, I had suppressed it for years. We looked in each others eyes and it was an instant turn on for both of us. ..."I wonder how long they'll be gone?" I said. Ron immediately called Chad and ask him. He said: "Ok!" and smiled and folded up his phone. He went back to looking in my eyes and whispered: (" Until about noon ….tomorrow.") …I almost peed my panties. ….Being a single mom for a long time and a shy girl, I hadn't had much male action in a long time. A little feeling and sneak peeking at my son was about all the action was getting. I had some hot dreams and woke up wet think about having sex with Ron. I secretly masturbated late a night thinking about Ron and I having glorious hot sex….. …I was in shock as Ron began kissing me. I kissed him back ..after I turned off the lights in the den. Being shy, I liked it that way. I felt so free with Ron, to feel him and let him feel me. I pushed him back so I could lay on top of him. I was the aggressor?…oh yes and it felt damn good to. I now had a guy I wanted and had him trapped under me. I said: "I'm your mom and you're my son. Now you do as mommy tells you to do." I assumed Lena's posture as Ron's mom. ….I was shocked at what I was saying, but Ron was loving it. "Mom, I've had dreams about having ….well….naughty thoughts about you. Don't be mad at me, ok?" I said: "Ron, those are normal thoughts to have about your mother, and I'm flattered that you have them. Now I have to confess…I've had some 'sexual' thoughts about you for quite a while now. Can you keep your mouth shut about that, and never ever tell anyone?" He nodded his head. "Mom, I'm getting an erection with you laying on top of me…I can't help it." "Ron…what happens from now on is strictly between you and I…I want you to undress me." ….That set the scene and now Ron was going to have sex with his 'mom' and I was going have sex with my 'son'…. ….It was a night we'll both never forget. First time mom and son having sex. Button by button, kiss by kiss, tongue by tongue we let it just happen so naturally. He slowly undressed me as I lay there and let him enjoy doing it. He was excited and said how a son can never undress his mom but now he could. It felt so hot to have him undress me so careful and gentle. I ran my fingers thru his hair as I ground my pussy on his erection. ...Something a mom could never do to her own son….but I sure was doing it now. We continued doing our 'first times' for doing everything. The sound of hearing your son breathe so heavy, turned on by you!… was un-describable. He now had me naked. The wonderful look in his eyes feasting on my body was awesome. I had big tits and I squirmed as he looked at me. Now it was my turn to undress him. …. I was still on top of him and as I kissed him I unbuttoned his shirt, paints, belt and unzipped him letting his nice erection out and free. We played a little with our 'mom' and 'son' very first time sex happening. ….We had both fantasized about how it would be to have sex with your son / mom. The turn on was so tense and exciting we both gasp for more air. …"Mom, maybe we shouldn't be doing this." Ron smiled and said. …I said: "It's my duty to let you have sex with me first, so you'll know what to do with you first sexual girlfriend." "Ok mom, I guess your right as usual. Do I get to feel your tits and maybe lick you between your legs?" "Yes son, I want you to do 'everything' to mom you want to. It will be our little secret. Now that your naked, mom's going to turn around so you can see mom's pussy up close. Feel free to touch or kiss mom's pussy all you want to son. I'll be doing an exam on your beautiful erection. You just play and I'll just play." Ron….. ….Connie had a way with words that made me hornier that ever. It was like have two hot moms and I was going to fuck one right now… …It was all going according to Chad and my plan. … Chad and I started fantasizing about fucking our moms when we were little…then it slowly turned to fucking each others mom one day. It started when he said he loved my mom's nice tits, and would love to feel them. I said how I would love to see his mom naked because she built so sexy. It grew into: "Tell me about the time you saw your mom naked that day in her bedroom Chad." "Ok Ron, but you tell me about seeing your moms tits that time in the bathroom." We exchanged 'peek' stories and it didn't take long and we went in the woods and jacked off at the stories we told. From there we told new stories of a hot 'peek' and kept this up for a long time. … It was only a while back that Chad said he 'wished' we could 'switch' moms and how hot that would be. The wheels started turning in our heads for any way to do this. We both started showing affection openly towards each others mom. They both responded and the mini-feels began. Connie was shy, and so I would get her alone to cop a feel on her. ... She would quietly giggle and let me feel her big tits a little. My mom Lena, was bold and felt Chad's dick when she thought no one was looking. We all were turning us on. I said as a 'joke' that Chad should take my mom Lena over to my house for some reason, and leave Connie and I alone, and just see what happens. This very night was just when such an opportunity came along. My phone call confirmed it was 'on'…… Connie…. …. So here we were laying 69 with my wet pussy and his big erection in front of us. We took our time and played with us. At times I would just close my eyes and pretend he was Chad, but Ron had my interest now and I started in licking his boner. I held it tight with both hands and jacked it as I sucked it deeper and deeper in my mouth. He moaned so hot as I let my tongue run around his head and lick the end. He knew how to lick a woman's pussy just right. ...I felt his tongue go up and down and dart in my pussy deep. His lips on my clit made me shudder with an automatic good feeling and made me jump a little. Ron had me so hot I was shaking with the feeling he gave me. It was happening and finally my son was licking my pussy like I had only dreamed about until now. …Mean while…. Lena….. ….now we were finally getting together. I had had the hots for Chad for a very long time…. Connie and I both, but she being his real mom stopped her fantasy short…..but he wasn't my real son and I fantasized all I wanted. Chad was tall, good looking and had developed a great build. Over time I want to sneak a fuck with him many times. He was shy like his mom and I felt his body every chance I got. It was fun to watch him blush if I rubbed the inside of his leg when no one was looking. ….Now he rubbed the inside of my leg and smiled at me. We got mutually turned on more and more. I told Connie one time that I had sexual feelings for her son. She got all interested and wanted all the details. I told her everything. She smiled, stared into space and said quietly…."Lucky you…". With out hesitation she shared her feelings she had about not only my son Ron,….but her own. … We must have talked for an hour that day, sharing story's of sneaking feels, our hot dreams, our fantasies about each others sons. All this talk just made us all the hornier for each others sons…. Chad….. ….I could hardly drive with Lena sitting right by me. She was so hot and sexy looking in her shorts and cleavage showing. We walked in her house and she said: "..alone ..at last." We started our kissing and started a feel fest right then. "Oh god Chad…I've dreamed about having a night with you….and now it's here." I said out of breath: " I….I've been looking at your sexy body for a very long while Lena. I started young when I wanked thinking about you. Ron and I both did. Did you have any idea we were hot for our moms? " ... She giggled and said: "Silly boys, you guys never knew that your 'moms' had lusty thoughts about you guys. Your mom would tell me stories about seeing you naked, just to watch me get all horny and turned on….of course I did the same to her. You guys were young, but your mom and I would sleep together after you guys had gone to bed. We would tell each other hot stories about you guys and then finger ourselves thinking about you guys. …Lena and I headed for her bedroom. Man was I ever turned on big time. She turned and faced me and said: "Son, would you like to undress your mom?" I went for it as she undressed me at the same time. Our hands fumbled with the buttons as we both had the jitters. On her back and on the bed she went with me right on top of her. ...She closed her eyes and said: "…oh baby, make mom happy, I want you in me so bad…." She was so beautiful naked I just took a good look for a second. She pulled on me and moaned as I moved the head of my erection into her sweet wet pussy. She gave out a moan and held on tight as I had to fuck her right now. She worked her whole body with mine in a together fucking machine. I held her sweet tits and felt them bare for the first time. She started to moan steady and faster. "..oh baby, fuck mommy son…fuck mommy so good…" It didn't take long and I had to cum. She knew it and dug my erection in her deep and kept moaning as I shot a glorious cum in her. ...She yelled something and locked her body on me and shook. "Oh baby…keep going" She kept fucking me deep and fast as my erection kept shooting in her. She locked up again and yelled. My hips wouldn't stop fucking her over and over. Our tummies slapped together in one of the hottest fucks of our lives. Our bodies shook as the cum flowed in her and overflowed out. ….We were just getting started for all night….. Connie…. ….I wanted to feel his cum fill my mouth…but I wanted his rock hard boner in my pussy first. I turned as I got on top of him. In one quick motion I had his boner in me and I began to kiss him as he felt my moving big tits. I loved the motion we had as my tits swung back and forth on his chest. His face of joy was divine. Lena had told me she had always wanted to get on top of Ron and fuck him slow at first and then speed up aiming his boner to rub right on her G spot. ...I was now doing just that. It took all my breath away it felt so good. Ron had said he dreamed of his mom on top of him…and now I was. He felt my nipples and rolled them hard. He started fast fucking my sensitive pussy. I moaned in spurts…loud….then louder and now my voice just moaned as I felt Ron's hot cum shooting in my pussy…I climaxed hard and froze up with ecstasy…we trembled and kept fucking until we couldn't fuck fast any more. I pushed my pussy deep into him and just held it there…..we squirmed slightly as we both slowly passed out……. …The night was young and we woke up fucking slowly…. ……It was going to be one hell of a night….. ----------- Connie…. …A few days later, Lena and her son Ron came over. Lena and I headed to the den to talk. Ron and my son Chad went to his bedroom. Lena and I went over our nights in heaven in vivid detail. Two awesome stories that made us really horny. … Soon, Chad and Ron came in the den and each held out their hands to us. Chad, my son pulled me to him and felt my tits. I blinked as he had never done that in his life. I looked over as Ron was doing the same to his mom Lena. …Chad smiled at me and said: "Lena, you look beautiful tonight." (He called me Lena?) …Ron said to his mom Lena: "Connie…you look so hot and sexy tonight." (He called her by my name 'Connie?')…. ….They said: "Bye you guys, we have to go home now." Chad continued feeling my tits and now kissing my neck as my heart was pumping out of my chest. He said: " 'Lena',…. may I undress you?"...I felt faint as he slowly began to undress me…. …It was a wonderful night…..
Introduction: A young woman meets me and quickly becomes my personal cocksucker. My Little Cocksucker I've had a couple wild girl friends as I grew up. One was at nineteen years of age. I was working for an automotive paint supplier. After being a delivery driver for a year I was moved to mixologist. A fancy name for mixing paint. It was an interesting job and I enjoyed learning about different kinds of paint and metallic additives. One day I was called to the front counter to help a customer. Wiping my hands I came around the corner from my work area and saw a plain looking young woman. She was my age, plainly dressed and when she smiled her braces showed brightly. We exchanged pleasantries and I got her car information. While I looked up the color I gave her a quick review. She wasn't as tall as I was and she was slim, small breasts and small ass. Not my fantasy girl so I stuck to the job. I didn't give her a second thought. She paid for the paint ahead of time and left. I went to mix it. After a day she returned to retrieve her purchase. I was again called to the front counter. She smiled at me and handed me a note with her name and phone number on it. I felt surprised but as I was a lonely single guy, I slipped into my pocket. One of the guys on the counter noticed and teased me about how the paint mixer gets all the credit. What he didn't say was that he also gets the blame when a mix was bad. Debbie answered the phone, "Yes?" I recognized her voice, "Hi. This is John, from the paint store." She cleared her throat and with a sexier, perkier voice, "Oh, Hi!" We talked for a little while when she asked, "Can we meet for lunch? I can bring you a sandwich. We could drive down to the bay and watch the ocean." I was surprised again. She was quiet but forward. Shy but direct. I couldn't refuse a free lunch and agreed. I had been eating pretty thin while I learned the job and building my funds. Before hanging up she said, "Great! I'll see you tomorrow." The next day at the appointed time, there was Debbie. She was wearing similar clothes but had her auburn hair pulled up and back. I climbed in her car and we drove the short distance to the park near the bay. We made some small talk about life after high school which is when I found out she had a son. He was four years old and I didn't ask but it was obvious she must have gotten pregnant way before she graduated. We laughed about finding someone to be with. I finished the delicious sandwich and she slid over and kissed me. She looked in my eyes and when she didn't see any warning signs she kissed me again and ran her hand down my tight belly. I pushed my tongue through her lips and she eagerly sucked it in. Rapping my hand around her head I held her against my thrusting tongue. Her hand went right to my groin and squeezed my lump. It's been a while since I was with an eager woman. Groaning in her mouth, I put my other hand on her breasts and wiggled them around. This is great, I thought to myself. She's hot for a plain girl. That's when I realized she had unzipped my pants and was slipping her hand under my boxers to explore my man meat. I let go of her head and leaned back so my penis could stretch out to its full length as she rubbed and squeezed it. She pulled back from our kiss and I could see her wet lips glistening, her mouth still open. She looked at the rod in her hand and quickly bent over to suck the head into her mouth. She rolled it around for a moment and popped off. Looking up at me for approval she smiled. My face must have shown my desires. God, she's going to suck me off right here, I thought to myslef. I looked around and didn't see anyone. I groaned, "Oh, yeah. That was good." Debbie dropped right back onto my cock and started sucking like a pro. Her tongue was talented and she sucked as much of me in as she could in that position. My hand was searching for access to her pussy. Her clothes were tight in the seat of her car and I could barely reach her groin as she pressed down on my dick. My hips began thrusting as she worked her head in my lap. She had an amazing technique and before long I was cumming. I tried to warn her but she clamped down and swallowed every squirt until I stopped. Without pulling off she used her tongue to clean my shaft of any excess dribble. Hers or mine. She popped up with a slurping sound, "Mmm. That was good. Did you like it?" How could I not? "Yeah Debbie. That was really good." I didn't know what else to say. She fed me a sandwich, gave me a blowjob and we hardly know each other. My mind was trying to interrupt my thinking by asking, what's this all about, but I wasn't listening. She deftly buttoned up my pants and smiled with her braces shining and a little mischievousness in her eyes. My watch suddenly beeped. Time to get back to work. For the next couple days she came by for lunch, sandwich in hand. Each day she waited for me to finish my lunch then kiss me and suck my cock. Her style was perfect. Even after a couple days in a row she could still suck me off in just minutes. And each time she would swallow every drop and clean me up like a pro. By the weekend I was getting curious as to her tits and pussy. I had finally gotten my hand into her pants one day to brush her pussy lips gently with my fingers. She was wet but didn't shake or jerk when I touched her there. Was she cold? Did I care? This was wild. I hardly know who this woman is. My mind kept rolling around the facts but it kept returning to the thought of having my own little cocksucker. And she was a good cocksucker. How long would this last? What crazy things has she done? She has a son too old for her age. She doesn't talk about it. She isn't overly concerned about equal treatment. She doesn't seem to want to be fucked. All I know is she seems to like me, she really likes sucking my cock and swallowing my cum. How far is this going to go? What should I do next? I invited her on a date. A dinner date. She agreed to go but insisted that her son, Tommy join us. I'm an understanding guy and agreed. Her son was bright but a little gun shy of his mom. So, I tried to encourage him and keep her calm. The restaurant was nice and the waiter, patient. I think we all enjoyed the meal and I gladly paid for the meal and tip. Debbie was wearing a light blue satin like dress. Her skinny legs hanging out from the hem. I was the true gentleman and opened the car door for each of them. When I got in the driver's seat, Debbie was directing Tommy to behave. I reached for my seat belt just as Debbie said, "Could you hold on to him for a minute? He's being fussy." I turned towards her and looked at her son. She was holding him under the arms and just handed him to me. I quickly took hold of him as Debbie put her hand down my pants. "Uh, Debbie?" She just cooed at me, "Its OK. He's too young to understand." And she jerked my meat till it was hard. I tried to keep eye contact on her son and start a conversation. However, my brain was MIA. Debbie had my pants undone and she was mushroom diving in no time at all. I was squirming and humping against her hand and mouth as she used that amazing cocksucking ability of hers. Just as I was thinking about holding Tommy in my hands I started shooting cum into her mouth. She moaned a little but kept sucking, swallowing every bit of my hot sticky juices. When she finally pulled off she smacked her lips and said, "Ahh. Dessert!" Her son perked up, "Dessert?" Debbie just snickered, "We'll get you a cookie when we get home honey." Then she buttoned me up and I drove her home. The drive was long enough for her son to complain and be shot down verbally by his mother. It was quick, pointless yelling that culminated in threats of 'no dessert when we get home.' This quieted him and I snickered to myself, Debbie is one wild chick. I wouldn't want to be her son. Then I started to question the relationship. My mind reeled. My dick itched. I was focusing on the road when Debbie pointed toward their turn. In the dark I almost missed it. Not to mention the fog in my head as I tried to reason out this strange situation. What a crazy couple weeks it has been. I pulled up the driveway when Debbie leaned over and kissed me, "My mom's gone for the night. Would you like to come in?" I grabbed the back of her head and forced my tongue roughly into her mouth. Tommy had gotten up from his seat and wasn't waiting. He climbed to the door and was jiggling the handle when we realized he was loose. Debbie had a vacuum lock on my tongue and quickly released me when she heard the door open. "Tommy! Wait for mommy! You need to wait until I'm ready." Do I stay or do I go? It's the ultimate question. It transcends all questions. By the asking it makes all other inquiries moot. Her hand had been in my lap and my rod was hard. Reasoning was missing from the equation again. I followed her and Tommy into the house and was led into the kitchen, given a beer and a kiss and told, "Let me get Tommy down. It'll just be a minute." Again she reach between my legs and squeezed my package which was somewhere between a rock and a hard place. I sipped the beer and looked around. The house was old enough but the appliances hadn't been upgraded yet. So, maybe forty years old. My brain went on like this, ignoring the feeling to bolt. Refusing to tally facts over fantasy. The beer went down as I sat there. My erection now gone, I had to pee. Heading for the bathroom I could hear her talking to Tommy, "Do you like John?" I felt a quiver. On my way back from the bathroom I noticed Tommy's room was dark and the master bedroom light was on, the door ajar. I peeked in and saw Debbie combing her hair in the mirror. She had changed into a long t-shirt which just covered her white cotton panties. What the hell! I walking in, cleared my throat and made it obvious that I was staring at her. She walked right up to me and putting her arms around me, kissed me hard and guided me towards the bed. Man, she it fast, I'm thinking. For some reason I started thinking about her motives again. What is this supposed to be? She french kissed me as she worked me out of my clothes. I had to stop her so I could take off my boots. Then I laid next to her and started to kiss her again as I slid my hand to her breast. Tweaking her nipples and gently squeezing them, I sized up her sensitivity. Good hard nipples and she responds well to having them played with. Next I slid my hand to her panties and brushed her waistline. She quivered a little and I pushed under to find her treasured pussy. She quivered again as I put a finger against her slit. It was slick and warm. However, I noticed her lips weren't swollen and she wasn't very tight. Her hand was rubbing my naked groin and I was hard. I'm happy to eat a good pussy and she had been sucking me every time she could. So, I figured turn about is fair play. I got up on all fours, slid off her panties and took a sniff. Then I pushed her legs apart and blew on her little hairs. Debbie pulled my cock towards her mouth so I turned around to sixty nine her. I buried my face in her pussy and started licking. She sucked my cock right into her mouth and fucked it in and out a couple times. She was enjoying sucking my cock more than getting eaten out. I added a finger or two and tried to get her stimulation level up a notch or two. My hips started humping her mouth and Debbie moaned. She really is a little cocksucker. Nothing seems to make her happier then sucking cock and drinking cum. I reached one hand down to the back of her head and pushed her all the way onto my cock. Debbie just wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me deep throat without a gag. Her head bobbed on me like that until she needed a breath. Then she pulled back and gave the best long stroke throat fuck. I could feel my cock pushing into her eager throat as she just kept going. I was doing my best to eat her out and play with her pussy but she was intent on sucking. The last trick in my book at that time was, revert to the natural desire; fuck the pussy. So, I pulled myself away from her vacuum mouth and climbed around to mount her. I slid in and started to wiggle it around. There wasn't much of a response from her body and when she humped against my efforts her timing was all wrong. I put my hands on her waist and we rolled her to cowgirl and let her wiggle around for a little while. Something in my head had caught me. She acted like she didn't have sensations in her pussy. I fucked light then heavy. I tried shallow then deep. I even used a rotary technique to wiggle the head in a circular fashion. Don't get me wrong there was a lot of heavy breathing and effort. There just wasn't that usual electric magic in the lovemaking. I couldn't cum. My brain was changing gears. I was trying to break out of a loop in my head. It didn't take long before I was ready to change positions. I excused myself for a pee break and kissed her. When I returned I had decided, she wants to be a little cocksucker and I like it. There just wasn't going to be a real relationship. We'll talk it out later. For now I'll give her what she really likes. She was laying quietly catching her breath. I leaned against the edge of the bed, my long meat just starting to harden again. Debbie looked at it and smiled. I straddled her shoulders hanging my hot dog just above her eager mouth. She slid herself down a little further so my groin lined up with her mouth. Then she pulled me down to sit on her face, my cock sliding into her mouth. Her head tilted and she lifted up to swallow me to the root. Debbie pumped herself as I hardened in her throat and started pumping with her. It didn't take long before I was happy to give it to her. I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth. Moving forward a little further I leaned forward and could clamp my legs onto her head and thrust hands free. This felt very satisfying and Debbie was gurgling and sucking with great enjoyment. I don't remember how long we fucked for but I had to go. The next day I called her to thank her for the good time and set up another lunch date. I didn't string her along much further. But it was nice having my own little cocksucker for a little while.
Introduction: without love, sex is just functional, fun perhaps, but functional Without love. Part one First time With her knees clasped together; a finger touching her hard little nub through the fabric of her night dress while her hips gently rocked, Michelle discovered the satisfaction of masturbation, enjoyed the warmth of the glow it gave her after just a short while and the sleep it induced when she stopped; the sheets dampened and a light perfume of her sex. It had been an accidental discovery, bathing her body, making sure her sex was clean. A touch of the soap laden sponge as the textured surface lightly rasped over her lips and brushed against her clit. So it was that she often got herself to sleep after bringing her body to a quivering condition, bathed in a light sheen of perspiration, her heart rate more than double its normal rhythm and breathe being sucked in as if gasping in the rarefied air of altitude and her fingers slicked by the essences of her body. Michelle, at eleven years old, never thought of the act as dirty or something to be hidden. How could something so rewarding and pleasurable at a fundamental be anything less than joyful? She didn't associate the act with sex either, it was just something personal, something she did to get to sleep. Although they had covered the mechanics of sex at school the teachers had stopped some way short of going into the finer details, of nerve endings or emotions and orgasm. They concentrated on just the male and female genitalia, how they connected in the act of procreation and the outcome of a successful mating. They completely missed the opportunity of sharing the pleasures that sex can bring; the emotions that are evinced or that it isn't automatically going to result in a pregnancy. In the classroom, sex as just a function, a tool to propagate the population, nothing more. The teacher instructed them on the use of prophylactics, even went to the length of demonstrating how they should be applied over an erect cock; it was the first time Michelle had seen a dildo. She remembered thinking that it was impossibly huge and something her small body could never accommodate. The idea that something so big was going to invade her skin was more than daunting and acted, as if it where necessary, as a preventative to any thoughts of experiment. Despite warnings, from her mother, of being told that she would likely turn into a worm; Michelle pleasured her clit from the age of eleven or so and continued from time to time until an elderly age. It was more of a comfort thing; even when she knew it for what it was, if she needed to sleep, her finger would find her clit; her hips would rock as she lay on her side, knees locked together in a foetal position until a satisfying glow was achieved and sleep followed. Her first foray into the experience of sex was at aged fifteen. While on holiday in Tenerife, she met a lad whose name she could never remember after the vacation. He was also on holiday with his parents, seemed to be quite nice, touching a switch in her developing body that had not yet been activated. He had a funny accent, coming from Newcastle as he did and a funny way of phrasing his sentences. The fact that he was a bit gawky, a year or so older and suffering with mild acne, was all ignored. They had a compatible sense of humour, laughing at the differences of language they had. Michelle fancied him. Pure and simply fancied lying with him, naked, touching and exploring. She didn't love him or even have a teenage crush, just wanted to see how he looked and felt with all of his clothes off. Towards the end of the two weeks, the hotel organised a disco for its younger patrons. The DJ spoke with a heavily accented and very loud voice through the mike, making it impossible to understand a word. The sound production was terrible with a distorted bass hum drowning out almost everything else. Michelle and her newly found friend decided to leave and go for a walk along the beach. They held hands and looked at the lights shimmering across the wavelets as they walked under the shining moon. In another context or even with a few years under their belts, it might have presented a romantic scene and set the stage for a lustful conclusion, but neither of them had any experience of romance, were far too young to appreciate the finer points of love or the niceties of the prelude to lust. They were both aware though, of a heightened sense and awareness of each other. Their nerve endings jangled with a shared excitement for what might happen. They were aware of a sense of risk and of a previously un-experienced feeling that might ensue and engulf them. At some fundamental level, a tacit and unspoken agreement had been reached, nothing articulated, but an agreement none the less, that they were about to take this brief liaison to another level. Beyond any place they had been before. Eventually, they found a beach hut, vacated and abandoned by the daytime hordes of sun worshipers. Wordlessly, he ducked under the timber lintel and gently pulled her in behind him into the gloom of the thatched roof. They stood facing each other, heat radiating from between them as adrenalin raced around their bodies, hearts beating wildly, hammering in chests, heaving for breath. The crowning moment of their holiday was imminent, all of the build up to this, this culmination, the wild flights of fancy imagined in private moments apart, all coming to a realisation of dreams. He stepped closer, closing the small distance between them and then kissed her lips. Just a light touching of skin on skin, no more than that, it produced a shiver through her body. Automatically, her arms came up and wrapped around his neck. The second kiss, at her demand, was altogether something else from the previous chaste touch. Her mouth opened, breath joined as lip met lip in a crushing collision. He held her waist, drawing her ever closer as tongue met tongue and the fires of passion threatened to burn them where they stood. He felt for the clasp of her bikini top under the gauzy blouse she had chosen to wear, his fingers uncoordinated and awkward in his attempt to undo the unfamiliar thing. Eventually, he succeeded; the garment slowly fell between them to land on the sandy floor at their feet. Slowly, his hand came around to her front, snaking up between their bodies to find her breast under the flimsy blouse. The first touch to her nipple, made it harden in anticipation, was electric; Michelle gasped at the unfamiliar touch of his hand, the first time she had felt a trembling exploration of her breast. Her nipples physically ached for his hands and fingers. Along with the ache in her chest, was the first stirring of a pressure in her abdomen, a mixture of excitement, trepidation and lust all thrown together in a maelstrom, roiling in the pit of her stomach. Her sex began to produce its natural lubricant, using for the first time, glands that would help him enter her. She felt the wetness and thought for one wild moment, that she had begun menstruating, then realised that it couldn't be that, not so soon since her last cycle. She was aware of the aroma of her body too; an aroma she had not smelled before, but knew instinctively, that it was uniquely hers. Her body was making ready for sex, winding up nerves and heightening senses, inflaming her receptors, pulsing blood to her genitalia. She could feel everything and nothing, all at once and the only sound she was aware of was the rushing of blood in her ears. The touch of his hands rubbing over her nipples with a slight rasp was sending her into delirium. She could feel the raised taste buds of his tongue as it fenced with her own, mixing saliva and tickling the roof of her mouth. His hardness, pressed into her stomach through the fabric of his Bermuda shorts, was like a hot poker, as yet unseen, but all too evident. At last, she broke the kiss to lift his tee shirt over his head with his arms held aloft. She kissed his hairless chest as the shirt joined her bikini top on the sand. She slipped her blouse off, baring, for his inspection, her breasts with nipples pointing directly at him as if he was guilty of their current engorged condition and not the reactions of her own body. He returned her kiss, brushing his lips over one nipple while cupping the other breast. She felt almost sick from the amalgam of senses that rushed around her veins, her heart thumped behind her ribs as if trying to break out. They joined in a kiss again while she frantically tugged at the waist band of his shorts. Unseen, she managed to get them over his hips, freeing his cock; she felt it slap, hotly, against the skin of her stomach. Without breaking the kiss, she pulled her own bikini bottoms down and stepped out of them. He cupped a breast with one hand while the other travelled down the middle of her back, lightly slipping over the humps of her spine until he reached her buttocks; then, slowly, her felt around her hip on a journey to her sex. They parted slightly, creating a gap between them so that his hand could reach its destination; Michelle grasped his cock, mildly surprised that it was not anywhere nearly as big as the dildo used in the demonstration of how to apply a condom. This was a manageable size and didn't worry her that it would be too much to take in her virginal body. She spread her feet slightly, allowing his questing fingers free access to her sex. His first fumbling touch missed her clit by some way. Instead, he tried to find her entrance. He was a little clumsy; even, too impatient to get inside. Although she had been lubricating for a while now, he needed to be a little gentler, but his inexperience didn't allow for the niceties of taking it slowly. His first finger inside was uncomfortable where her slickness had not been worked to her outer lips. She gasped at the intrusion and then gasped again as he forced another finger inside her. She rubbed his cock, trying to block out the discomfort he was inducing. He was uncut; a glance down showed a purple head as she drew back his foreskin. Then, to the surprise of both of them, he shuddered and spurted his seed to splash against her stomach. He sighed as mini-peaks lessened, instantly satisfied and saying how wonderful it had been for him. Michelle was still somewhere about six feet off the ground, but not likely to reach a peek or even really enjoy the experience that much. He had made her hotter than she had ever been and very ready for her first time, but he had let her down badly, interested in his own pleasure before anything else. She said, without feeling, that yeah it had been great; he missed the irony in her answer. She dressed hurriedly, wiping his come off of her stomach and hand with his shirt. On trembling legs, she left him in the beach hut with a few words of promise to meet again the next night. It didn't happen, Michelle feigned a headache. As a first exploration into the sexual act, it had been a huge disappointment. They went to their respective homes a few days later, promising to write, but not meaning a word of it. She would be his first and a lasting memory for him. She had forgotten him by the time she had arrived home and wrote it off as an experience only. Michelle dated a few boys, but was not interested in sex with them, finding the youths somehow far too immature. She was considered frigid by her peers as she went through school, earning the nickname 'Ice Queen'. It didn't bother her too much. In fact, she rather liked the infamy of her status. Michelle didn't respond to the name calling, preferring to remain aloof; rising above it all. She furiously masturbated most nights, knowing it now for what it was, especially as her imagination became a featured part of the act and the gratification was no longer a means, solely to bring sleep on. Her body filled out over the next year or so, hips flared and breasts grew to a 'C' cup. By the time she reached her seventeenth birthday, she had developed in all ways but the one; her experience with sex had remained the single, fumbling event with the gawky kid in Tenerife, or the wild flights of fancy her mind concocted during her sessions of getting herself off with her fingers. Until, she decided that, perhaps, she would like to experience the sexual act in all its full glory. It would be her choice, under her own volition, her rules and to hell with convention. She chose her partner with care. He was to be the one who would take her cherry as virginity was popularly called. Michelle wanted it to be with someone she could control, one who's ego wouldn't be an obstacle and was possibly virginal himself or even grateful for the opportunity. Ray was one of those kids who go through school or college, excelling in all subjects except social interaction. Ray was a geek by any other name; someone who had intelligence seeping from their pores in abundance, but just did not fit with the rank and file. As so often happens with social misfits, he chose a style of dress that tended to mark him as different from the norm; sloppy tee shirts, baggy jeans and a baseball cap, usually pointing the wrong way. Without his glasses, she thought, he wasn't that bad to look at. A bit on the thin side perhaps, but tall, with a well shaped body form. His hair hung lank and looked greasy, but he would do for her. Manipulating a situation where they might be in the same place at the same time was not as easy as she first thought it might be. Although the direct approach, go straight up to him during the day and ask him flat out for a date, might have been the easiest. She somehow, didn't feel entirely comfortable with that as an option. The shame of being turned down flat by him, especially if he had his small band of geeky friends around, would have been too traumatic to contemplate. So, instead, she contrived to join the computer club that met regularly after school, of which, Ray was a leading light. The second evening, staring at a screen that held no interest for her whatsoever, was enough. There was no way she could go through another mind numbing discussion about sprites or the vagaries of 'random access memory'. To her, a Gig was somewhere a band played and bytes where something mosquito's did. If she didn't manage to attract his attention this time, she would be giving up on the idea altogether. She feigned a problem with the machine assigned to her and asked Ray to come and have a look. Before he had drawn up his seat next to her, she blurted out that what she really wanted him for, was to ask him out, in a voice barely above sotto-voce; more like a stage whisper. His reaction surprised her a little. The enthusiasm of his acceptance was quite comical to observe. Ray nearly skipped delightedly, tripping over his words and visibly shaking from head to toe. Michelle wondered if she had made the right choice after all. A date was eventually settled on; she escaped the computer room with as much haste as she could, without it being unseemly. 'Aliens;' 'The resurrection' did nothing for her at all. It was far too predictable and special effect driven to inspire her imagination. She though Sigourney Weaver was trapped by a poorly crafted screen play. So far, their first date was not going terribly well. His car had given up the ghost on the way over to pick her up. The film was crap and his hands were covered in grease from trying to find the problem with the baffling array of wire and moving parts of his aged Ford Capri. They walked to the restaurant, passing only a few pleasantries. She was losing the desire to continue with her plan until; Ray started talking about his other passion, music. He had been playing the guitar from an early age and loved the music of Jimmy Hendrix, Santana, Marc Knopffler and so on. Suddenly, he became animated, talking about the greats of guitar, spilling words over words trying to get his point across. He almost missed the opening Michelle gave him to invite her back to hear him play. Perhaps it was his inexperience, but fortunately for both of them, just in time, the penny dropped. His parent's home was far from what she had expected. Set in a private estate, it turned out to be styled on a country mansion, complete with wrought iron gates and a gatehouse that Ray had to himself. It occurred to Michelle that his inability to mix looked as if it arose from the lack of a family bond. She could empathise with that, she and her parents might as well be on different planets for all the interaction they had as a family. A glass of wine later had them semi-naked, lying on his queen sized bed. He was dressed only in boxer shorts; she was wearing one of his tee shirts and a smile. Although inexperienced as they were, mutually, they had decided to move along slowly; spending time touching each other, exploring with fingertips and lips. The choice of tempo had been hers, it was more than likely that he had no idea he was being manipulated, but even if he had, it probably wouldn't have made a difference. His calloused finger pads, hardened from the friction of playing the steel strings of his guitar, rasped across her nipple, causing it to respond, infusing and darkening, her aureole pimpled, enhancing the delicious tingle that travelled through her body to centre in her lower stomach. She gasped as his skin snagged her rawness, producing a shiver to ripple up her spine. Michelle was being played, as she had so often imagined when her fingers had sought her clit on so many solo nights. So far, she had lain quite still, enjoying the sensations he was giving her, but she thought it would only be fair to return the favour. Her hand sought his cock, finding the slit in his shorts, then shock; his rigid member was super-heated and way bigger than she thought it might be. Her mind's eye had it measured as officially huge; without the benefit of sight, her imagination doubled its actual size. It was hard to concentrate where his fingers were tweaking her aroused nipples; it was almost painful, but he really wasn't pinching them hard, just taking the sensation to a level, nearly too much to bear. She shifted, turning her body while deftly flipping out his cock from the protective haven of his shorts. She looked down between them; his purple headed dick, held in her fist, pointed accusingly at her, its slit slightly agape, a pitch dark ovoid hole, surrounded by his engorged head. Without thought, she rubbed his cock head between her pussy lips, upwards until she found her clit in its secretive folds. She pulled him slightly further so that her hood was forced out of the way; the friction of skin on skin distorted his head, prolonging the connection. The thrill of having his cock pushing her most intimate parts, albeit at her behest, was almost too much. She shuddered, a mini climax and felt her natural essences lubricate her canal in preparation for coitus. The next pass between her lips liberally coated his dick with her slickness. Thought was left behind, sheer invention and spontaneity took control. Michelle scooted around to take him in her mouth. Ray, equally without thought, only reaction, shuffled in an opposite direction so that they were suddenly sixty nine. Her tongue flicked out, tasting her secretion on his cock as her perfume inflamed his sinus. She opened her mouth wide, sinking his length as far as she dare on the first invasion, then, pulling him back so that she could do it again. Only this time, as her mouth opened to accept his throbbing muscle, his tongue found her clit, causing her to jerk unexpectedly. The sudden spasm brought her head up quicker than she meant it to, his cock, already passed her lips, buried its self, all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged and then laughed slightly shyly at the natural reaction. Ray, if he noticed, carried on flicking his tongue tip over her clit without pause. It was driving her mad. Either it was too soft a touch or not soft enough, either way, it was kind of tickling. She reached around the back of his head and pulled his face into her hard. His suckling, instead of tip tickling, was satisfying in a warmer, deeper way. Once she had him at the right pressure, sure to bring her off, she returned to gulping his dick as much as she could. Time passed without measure. It might have been an hour or only a few minutes, but it came to a point that, if they remained in this position, satisfying as it was, one or both of them was going to go passed the point of return. Unspoken and mutually, they broke from their oral exertions, spinning in unison to end up face to face, stomach to stomach on their sides. Ray's cock flipped up between her thighs to poke insistently against her pubic bone as if knocking at the door. In synchronous unison, they adopted a missionary position. Michelle's legs parted. Ray slide down, his cock rubbing over her clit in its passage to her private depths. Slowly, the head lined up in a natural angle, poised at her entrance and then, equally slowly, Ray pushed forward. Slick from her juices and Ray's saliva, her body accepted him in an embrace that adjusted to his girth. He was deep into her canal when her muscles contracted, trapping and squeezing him. Starting with small hip thrusts, ray began the coital dance. Slipping only slightly, so that the movement seemed almost negligible, the dance began. Her knees came up, opening her body to him, then, her feet crossed behind his ass, pulling him into her even deeper. Her need was such that the urge to set the rhythm was all consuming, she pulled him into her trying to increase his pace, but Ray was oblivious for the moment, enjoying the snug embrace of her body too much to want to speed up. Gradually though, his thrusts became longer, withdrawing almost to the point of exit, then, pushing forward into her willing and needy body until his pubic bone mashed into hers. As the thrust became longer, so did the pace pick up. Little by little he sped up until his fucking was in almost sync with his heart rate. Michelle's hands snaked around his waist to meet at the middle of his back. The pressure of needing to climax was becoming desperate and in that desperation, her nails raked his skin. It had the desired effect, because Ray pushed into her now at a rate designed to produce only one outcome. It was the final lap to completion. He was harder now than he had ever been before; his unyielding rigidity was pounding into her, bringing forth gasps and cries from her throat as her first sexually stimulated climax rushed up to hit her. Suddenly, the constant stimulation overcame her nervous system; she came noisily, with a scream that escaped through clenched teeth. Almost triumphantly, ray pressed up to support his upper body on hands either side of her body, putting space between their sweat soaked torsos and allowing him to look at her face as his own climax announced it arrival in spurts of hot seed into her depths. Shot after shot hit the back wall of her cunt while it milked him with contractions of muscle. Later, after an hour of laying in each others arms as their combined essences leaked from her, they showered and dressed. Ray asked if he could call her, why not tomorrow, but Michelle, having calmed down now, was noncommittal, needing to analyse what she had experienced. Perhaps it was cold, but as she drove home, she reviewed the events of the evening. It had been good, great in fact, but not the earth-shattering event that her dreams told her was out there. Michelle decided that she would blow Ray off. It had been an experience, pleasant, but nothing more than that. He wasn't to get the chance to improve on his performance. And that was how she viewed the event, a performance, something to be reviewed and compared in time. Part two. The transition from College, armed with all the relevant qualifications for a life in the drudge of office administration, to a job that promised just that as a future, was quite easy. Michelle enjoyed the freedom her meagre wage allowed; the freedom to buy clothes she wanted, rather than those chosen for her by a mother so far out of touch that she could be on another planet. It was not long before the freedom she had tasted, became a desire to move on, leave her parents to their lives and make her own way. The break, when it came, was full of tears, promises of support and an open invitation to come home if it all went wrong. Privately, Michelle had no intention of allowing things to go bad and would only move back home if there were no other avenue. She took up a shared flat with another girl also branching out for the first time. Sonia was trying to leave behind a history of abuse from her father; nothing sexual in content, but a constant haranguing and nagging as if she were in the way all the time; never quite good enough. The chance to be independent and free of the shackles of family life was too great to ignore. She jumped at the chance of sharing the cost of renting a small flat. Their meagre possessions, even when pooled together, hardly made a dent on the storage spaces. The flat had only the basics in it, twin beds with dubious mattresses, a wardrobe each that had little chance of closing where the hinges had been stretched and no chance at all of locking. A kitchenette with a small two ringed electric hotplate and a sink that had seen better days long before the two girls were born. But, it was home, their's to with as they pleased. An attack of paint and a few trawls around the second hand stores had the placed furnished to a reasonable level of comfort and quite habitable. They got along well for a few months. Then, Sonia fell in love, with a complete idiot. She seemed to attract the type of man who had his brains somewhere near his groin and had as much regard for her feelings as he might for a plank of wood. When she announced that she wanted to have him move in; Michelle hit the roof, especially as she had already spurned his illicit advances at a party they had all gone to, and point blank refused to allow it. The girls quarrelled bitterly, but eventually, it was agreed that he could stay over one night a week. The affair lasted for a month before he was spotted with a short-skirted girl, coming out of a pub and jumping into a taxi. He was supposed to have been taking Sonia out for a meal that night, but didn't call. Sonia found out about his alternative plans when Tracy, one of their few friends, gleefully told her what she had seen. Sonia was mortified and, inconsolably threw herself on the bed, promising to let her life's blood. Michelle thought it a bit over dramatic, but made the right clucking noises to her flatmate until she calmed down. Sonia was fine until Michelle made an inadvertent remark about how he had made a move on her at the party. Suddenly faced with a spitting and furious Sonia, Michelle backed off, fending blows as she back-peddled to the bedroom door. Alone in her own room, Michelle shrugged, thinking Sonia a bit mad. She undressed and fell into her duvet. Perhaps an hour or so later, she was woken from the light sleep she had fallen into, at the sound of her door being knocked on softly, as if the knocker didn't really want to come in. She called out and a sheepish Sonia poked her head round the corner, and then the rest of her followed, apologetic and mollified. Sonia sat on the edge of Michelle's bed, waiting for the words of forgiveness she hoped her flatmate would give her. She squealed delightedly when she heard that it was okay and threw her arms around Michelle's neck in an exuberant display of gratitude. That was when things went very different between them and signalled the end of their friendship. The hug turned into a kiss, chaste, only cheek against cheek, but then mouth to mouth. Michelle, somewhat overawed by the sudden change, kissed Sonia back, only to find that her lips had parted and a tongue sought entrance to her mouth. Thoughtlessly, she allowed the intrusion and enjoyed the little thrill that passed over her at the enormity of what was happening. Without breaking the kiss, Michelle pulled her duvet aside to reveal her naked body under the cover and as an invitation for Sonia to get in. The kiss broke momentarily while Sonia's nightwear was pulled over her head and thrown to one side. Naked, she lay next to Michelle and resumed the kiss. Their breasts touched as the distance between them closed until they were flat against each other, arms pulling as if to meld into one body. Sonia's free hand, the one that was not trapped under her, sought Michelle's sex. A finger slipped over her clit to the slick lips of her opening. The touch was electric and so much different than that of a man's roughness; very delicate, smaller obviously, but also very much more experienced at what feels good for a woman. The kiss became more frantic as Michelle's body responded to the stimulation. Somehow they breathed while tongues explored each others mouths. Sonia's nipple became the plaything of Michelle's finger tips, bringing it to an erect hardness as she gently pulled and twisted the sensitive nub. Michelle felt her wetness being brought forth by her sudden lover. Her body ached for release, needing to feel more than one finger tip inside her, even though that one finger tip was driving her to distraction. She wanted to be filled and fucked to orgasm, more than wanted; it was a primal need, an insistent demand. She hooked a leg over Sonia's thigh, spreading her hips and allowing Sonia a much better access to her body and was rewarded as first one, then two fingers, followed the already busy forerunner. Three fingers now worked their magic, rubbing over the ridged hardness of her "G" spot while a thumb pad rubbed her clit in circular motions. Unable to maintain the kiss, Michelle rolled onto her back, her hips bucking at the delight Sonia's fingers were giving her. Her legs spread wider while her hands gripped the bed sheet in claw like fists, scrunching it up as the first wave of climax approached. She was soaked now, her natural lubricants smeared over her labia and Sonia's fingers made little squelching sounds. Then, a fourth finger joined the other three, spreading her lips wider than she could remember them ever being before. The feeling of Sonia's hand filling her cavity was so intense; Michelle was unable to do anything but lay there completely at the mercy of her lover. Sonia began to thrust her hand slowly in and out, just enough to create a friction against muscle tissue while her thumb pressed against a very hard clit. Propped on an elbow, she could watch Michelle's face, pleased at the twitching at the side of her mouth and eyes tightly screwed shut. She watched at breath, being sucked in between gritted teeth and parted lips. She lowered her head to take Michelle's nipple nearest to her, in her mouth, sucking the dark pink nub between her teeth and gently biting on it. Michelle's body arched off the bed at this addition to her sensory overload, a screech left her throat, and her climax gushed, soaking everything. Sonia slipped her thumb inside Michelle's soaking cunt and pushed hard until her fist passed the outer muscles filling her completely. She had to kneel to gain leverage so that she could really fuck her flat mate. The sight of Michelle, helpless below her gave her a small triumph. Michelle was normally so in control and level headed, but right at this moment, with a fist inside her, she was way beyond control, humping on Sonia's wrist and squealing her climax as wave over wave coursed through her. Sonia grasped Michelle's breast nearest to her and squeezed hard, forcing the beautiful orb to misshapen, her teat pushed out to prominence and redden as blood was brought to the surface. Michelle couldn't control herself, suddenly; her urine spurted in a golden shower, hitting the wall some feet away. She had reached a point of total release. She shuddered uncontrollably in complete orgasm. It was a total surprise to her, an orgasm that ripped through her body, leaving her bereft of sense. It felt like improbable masses were colliding in her brain, thumping and then spinning at tangents beyond description. Sonia removed her fist carefully, twisting gentle as she prised it out and lay alongside Michelle, cradling her head in the crook of her arm while the shudders of climax gradually diminished. She kissed her mouth and held her tightly as if giving the hapless girl an anchor to the world. Sonia hadn't come herself, but didn't feel the need to. She had won a victory over Michelle who, up until now, had been the dominant of the two in their flat sharing. They slept locked in embrace, safe in each others arms. But it was the end of their relationship. Michelle, worried about the shift in the balance and in denial that she had enjoyed sex with a woman, decided that she would move on, leave Sonia to the flat, leave her job and travel to wherever fortune took her. Sonia cried non-stop when the parting took place, but Michelle didn't shed so much as a tear. She had analysed what had happened and, although the experience was the best sex she had had, knew that she was neither gay, nor in love with Sonia. ¬¬¬¬¬ Armed only with a few suitcases, Michelle had returned home to her parents, but only to regroup and decide where she would go from here. She had a hankering to travel abroad, but her finances were not that great, so that was one avenue not open for the time being. She took a job in the village nearby, serving little old ladies with blue rinse hairdos, tea and buttered scones in a tea shop owned by one of her mother's friends. It didn't pay much, but meant that she didn't need to dip into her savings for the time being and would give her the chance to decide on her future. Life was passing her by and she knew it, but felt powerless to anything about it. Then it happened. Out of the blue. With no warning. Her breath stopped in her throat, her knees wobbled and her heart tried to jump out of her chest though her throat. Michelle was going about the daily mindless routine of teacakes and sticky buns, fending off questions about marriage and love lives, only a part of her mind occupied by the ritual. When he walked in she didn't notice him, at first, her back was towards the door, with its stupid little bell on a spring, fixed over head so a new customer was always announced by the tinkle. She placed yet another scone in front of Mrs. Friar who had already polished off two. She didn't turn around to see who the new customer was and ignored the sound of the bell. But, then she did turn, her eyes caught sight of him and it felt like she just continued to revolve in a slow spin. He was beautiful, simply the best description she could come up with. At around six feet one or two tall, with an unruly mop of golden hair, broad shoulders and nice clothes, Michelle though he was just about perfect. Her whole body subtly changed, she stood a little more erect, enhancing her breasts, a smile played across her lips and her eyes sparkled. Unknown to her, she exuded pheromone laced scent as adrenalin whizzed around her veins, shortening her breath. Unsteadily, she approached the table by the window, overlooking the high street, to ask him what he would like. His eyes, when they focused on her face, having travelled from her feet up, were the bluest of blues, clear and sparkling with mischievous crinkles at each corner. His clear skin looked permanently tanned, but not in the weather beaten way of a sailor, just of someone who spent a lot of time n the open air. He looked... healthy... yes, that was the perfect word. Somehow, she stammered out the question, what would he like and then felt foolish at her girlish incompetence. His voice dripped into her ear, a deep resonance that seemed to tickle her cochlea and ping at strings inside her she didn't know existed. Dazed, she managed to take his order, managed to convey it back to Mrs Giles who owned the teashop and then managed to totter back to his table when the tea he had ordered was ready. She placed the tray on his table, then, not knowing what to do, hesitated a little too long beside him, hoping he would look up and smile at her. It was stupid, silly even, but Michelle had never felt anything like this attraction for anyone before and didn't know suddenly, what she was supposed to do. He did smile eventually, giving her an indulgent wink before turning back to the paper he had carried in with him. She scuttled away, feeling mortified at her childishness, thinking he probably thought her to be a little simple or something. She watched him hawkishly from the safety of the rear of the counter burgeoned with cakes and flyers for local charities. Watched as his head nodded to something he was reading, watched as expressions flittered across his profile as he went from article to article. Her stomach was cramping a little from the elevated excitement he induced in her. Then he was gone. Just like that. He had left money under the saucer of his tea cup, arose with the paper under his arm and shut the door, with the stupid bell over head and walked off left, down the high street and away from her life. Michelle wanted suddenly to cry at the lost chance. Mrs Giles couldn't understand the sudden change in her assistant and quickly gave up trying when she couldn't get any sense from the girl. He had left a tip, not much, but a tip all the same. Michelle pocketed the pound coin as she cleared away the things from the table, smoothed out the cover and straightened the condiments. Wistfully, she glanced up through the shop window to see him climb into a car, the manufacture of which she didn't recognise. A small "oh" escaped her lips as he drove away. "Beautiful wasn't he?" remarked one of the ladies sitting close by. Michelle replied that she hadn't noticed, but the old woman just smiled and nodded as if in time with a hidden melody. That night, Michelle's masturbation was just that little more frenzied as imagination bore her to the heights of passion in his arms. Several days passed. She looked out for him, for the foreign car or any trace, but she was unrewarded; nothing of him remained, not even tyre tracks in the kerb and she did look, berating herself for the stupidity, but unable to stop herself. It felt like bereavement, a sudden loss, with nothing to fill the void. Then he came back and sat in the same chair at the same table as he had before. Michelle almost knocked over a cake stand in her rush to serve him. All of the feelings she had felt at his last visit, came in a wild tsunami, but this time, she didn't feel quite as awkward as she took his order. She placed his tea and cup in front of him while he stared out of the window. She felt like giving him a little curtsey as they used to do in Victorian times, but managed to curb the urge. Then he turned and smiled, looking into her eyes. She thought she might faint suddenly and gasped, her hand covering her mouth. He had effectively reduced her to mush with just a smile. "Who owns the hardware shop across the road?" He continued to smile and seemed to enjoy the effect he was having on her, seemed to be fully aware of what he had evinced in her. "It's closed." That wasn't an answer she knew, but rational thought was not high on her list at the moment; he was talking to her and she liked it very much. "I can see it is closed, but who owns it?" His smile deepened, creasing his crow footed eyes a little more. "Mr Lincombe I think, but he died a few months ago. I suppose his family do." "Where do they live?" He asked. Sensing a chance, Michelle blurted out. "I'm not sure of the address, but I can take you if you would like." The slim chance of spending time in his company was too great to miss. He finished his tea. Michelle dumped her apron and without a word to Mrs Giles, left the teashop, never to return. They spent the afternoon, after he had found that Mr Lincombe's family had pulled up stakes and left town, walking around the park, with its duck infested lake. Talking and getting to know one another, relating their lives. In her case, she gabbled on simply to impress him and keep his attention for as long as she could. Michelle thought she might be walking about six inches off the ground. Alan was in property, hence his interest in the shop. Was unmarried or attached, lived in London in a comfortable riverside apartment and was only on the road to find new acquisitions for the company he worked for. It sounded exotic to her and probably would have done, even if he was an undertaker. They ate at his hotel later that night after he had driven her home to change her clothes and get a shower. Michelle rattled through his background and details to her mother, announcing that, finally, she had found someone she could love. Her mother, sceptical at the speed with which Michelle had fallen for the guy, was noncommittal, but wished her a pleasant evening. The food that passed her lips was chewed and swallowed with no thought or recognition of what she was eating. She didn't taste the wine, even though it was one of the better from the vault. All consuming to her, was the sight of him as he spoke, relaxed and smiling, confident in his attitude and manner. Michelle was lost in a sea of emotion that roiled in her breast and jumbled her thought processes. Then, they went to his room and to his bed. It was now that his confidence wavered a little. Instead of attacking her in lustful bullishness, he asked her what she liked, was this okay? Was that alright? As he explored her body with fingertips, tongue and hands in a gentle quest to find out what she desired. Naked, she thought he looked even more beautiful than when she had first seen him. His musculature rippled beneath bronzed skin that had a light covering of downy hair. His large hands easily covered her whole breast, cupping her into his palm, creating a slight pressure on her enflamed nipple. His breath was sweet from the wine as they kissed, probing with tongue, the ridges of each others palate. His cock, when she nervously found it in her grasp, was neither huge nor small, was circumcised and almost fully engorged. She wanted nothing more than to take him into her mouth to taste him and please him as much as she was possibly able. Making the decision for her, Alan turned so that he could nuzzle her sex with his nose. Carefully, he prised her lips apart with his fingers and lapped at her as she took his cock between her lips and flicked a tongue over the slit. In their eagerness to please the other, their singular concentration on what they were doing, helped to keep them from climaxing as they mutually pleasured each other's sex with tongues and mouths. Michelle had his cock as deep as she could, sucking and nodding, feeling the veins of his dick as they slid over her tongue. He in return, was sucking her clit between his teeth and then her labia in a delicious vacuum that suffused her lips. "Oh that feels good." He told her, raising his head to speak and wiping her essence from his lips at the same time. "Ith 'eels etty goog oo." She tried to say without taking him from her mouth. It sounded so ridiculous and had them giggling helplessly, unable to continue momentarily. The tension broke of trying to be careful, they returned to each other's bodies with an abandon. The ice was broken with the laughter and now it was business in earnest. Alan shifted position, turning and breaking the umbilical connection of cock and mouth to kiss her lips and take her breasts in his hands. He sucked her lower lips between his teeth and gentle bit down on it as she writhed under him, manoeuvring so that he was between her parted legs. She passed her hand between their bodies to grasp his hardness and guide it to her waiting sex. The umbilical re-connection was made when he slid into her, filling her body with his manhood. Her knees came up to embrace his hips and urge him into her further. Alan thrust, driving his cock deeper. Michelle gasped, expelling air into his mouth where he still had her lip between his teeth. Gradually, the pace increased. He had to support himself with hands either side of her body, lifting himself off of her so that he could watch the play of senses as they flitted across her face. Michelle was approaching her climax, giving in totally to the pleasure and mounting need to come. Her muscles clenched, tightening around his cock, increasing the delicious sensations of friction as he slid in and out of her. And then, she arrived at that overwhelming point when nerve endings jangle and control slips from grasp. She gushed around his cock, soaking him with her warm liquid and screaming her climax, grasping him in a bear hug, then digging her nails into the skin of his back as the next few thrusts took her to an even higher place. She had never come as hard, each spasm was gut wrenching in intensity, taking her breath away as muscles clenched and released. She shivered in small, quick movements that came and went in seconds repeatedly. Her hands bunched and released, bunched and released. He had paused, watching and enjoying the throes of her passion as they played across her eyes. He waited until she had settled a little before taking up a slower rhythm that was to bring his own fulfilment. At first, Michelle hardly realised he had begun to make love to her again, hadn't completed his own need. But, then, it filtered through her jumbled senses. Each slow, methodical almost, thrust was stoking the flames in her body all over again. She sucked her lip between her teeth, biting down on her flesh. She clawed at his shoulders and lifted her pelvis in time with him, using her back as a fulcrum. Each pelvic rock drew him into her body, to a place she wanted desperately, to feel him eventually explode. The pace quickened. She felt delirious, borne on a wave of continuous highs, each crashing over the last to subsume the previous feelings. As the pace quickened toward his climax, so did her breath and the height of her arc as if she were trying to completely envelope him in her embracing sex. Desperately, she clung to him as if to never allow him to escape. Alan shuddered with a final thrust. His come spilling into her, in spurts, driven by need and release. Smaller and smaller after-shocks rippled through him. Michelle felt every one of them and mirrored the spasms as she gradually managed to gain control of her body. They lay, catching their breath, still connected and entwined. Heart rates slowed to somewhere near normal, eventually. At last, Michelle thought, someone I can give my self to, take for myself and love. She realised that, without love, sex was just a pure function, enjoyable perhaps, but devoid of emotion which made the act something else entirely. Sex for the sake of sex was fine, but in the context of love, had a purpose far in excess of the physical motions. She cried softly, replete in his arms and completely sated for the first time in her life. They may have only been making love for a short while in relative terms, but the whole experience had taken her breath away and removed the last barriers. Later, they made love again, exploring even further, what their bodies were capable of. Using any and all methods open to them. Hands, tongue, fingers, even toes where she sat on his large toe, wiggling her butt to force him into her. She suckled on his cock, bringing him to hardness, tasting their combined juices, smelling the musky scent of sex on his pubic hair. She swallowed his spend, much diluted after their previous exploits. He returned the favour, savouring her arousal as his tongue flicked over her clit while his fingers brought her to a deeply satisfying climax once again. They eventually fell into an exhausted sleep several hours later, joined in each others arms, never to be separated again.
Introduction: Day two, neighbourly favour Part 2 – Monday's Favour Waking on Monday morning was a somewhat earlier than usual event, being in part triggered by a ringing in my head. The ringing persisted through my waking moments to become the sound of my doorbell. Quickly throwing on my robe, I made my way through to the hallway, and routinely checked the vid to see who was at my door. At 08:00 I was surprised to see Marnie at the door with Sami and Ellie and wondered what was afoot as I opened the door to enquire. Marnie was after a big favour, namely look after the kids for a few hours whilst she took Jay to the local doctors to sort out some girlie things, as she put it. How could I refuse the request, inviting the girls in whilst their mother headed back home? I turned to look down at Ellie standing behind me and asked if they had eaten yet. They had, it seemed, but they were game for some lemonade whilst I had my breakfast. So there I sat on my veranda, in my gown, eating toast and marmalade with a morning tea, wathcing two gilrs playing on my rear lawn just in front of me. Both girls were in skirts and shirts with both sporting white plimsole shoes and ankle socks. They were playing some hand slapping song game sitting facing each other, happy and noisy as they played. After a few drinks of lemonade, they reseated such thatSami was facing the veranda, and myself, with Ellie facing away from me. Sitting cross legged, I now saw that Sami was wearing a pair of plain white panties, stretched tightly across her your pubis by her sitting stance. My cock arose and threateened to do the fandango out in the open as my gown slipped open slightly, lifted by my hardening cock. I parted my thighs slightly to ease the pressure on my swelling member, and continued to eat my breakfast, trying to think of the news and sport in the paper I had before me. As I turned the last few pages of my paper, I again looked over to the girls, still playing, but their game had changed a little. It was now one of those tickling games, noisy and squirmy. Ellie was getting lots of tickles and was most noisy of the two, but in all fairness Sami gave way enough to allow Ellie to get even enough to keep her interested in the game. The squirming had removed any remaining inhibitions, and the girls were now rolling and frolicking on my grass, their slim legs bare to their crotches. Sami made hte first thigh grab on Ellie, who happily reciprocated and tickled Sami just shy of her panties. The next tickle from both was a direct assault onto the gusset, a clitoral attack. I sat and watched silently over my paper, as each one prodded and tickled the other's gussets more directly until it appeared the game had changed again to panty probing. I wasn't sure of the actual moment the game changed, but all of a sudden, Sami had her fingers inside Ellie's gusset and was gently rubbing her little pussy beneath the material. I could see the outline of her fingers moving gently up and down on her sister; the sister who had suddenly gone quiet, laid back with her eyes closed and a smile on her face, interspersed with the odd frown of pleasure. Oh boy, the trouser fandango was off, the circus was in town and the big top was erected for all observers to see, though I didn't notice that much until I realised Sami was peering up my tented robe, with a direct view to the supporting mast. She too was smiling and glanced up to meet my gaze, her smile breaking out into a beaming grin as she continued to caress her sister and returned to look at my cock with interest. I leaned back slightly, opening my thighs a tad wider allowing my cock even more freedom to move and expand, whilst continuing to observe the scene before me. Sami moved her free hand down to her own crotch and slid her hand inside, pulling the crotch to one side to achieve her goal. That one move opened a doorway to paradise I would forever be thankful of. A precocious eleven year old girl had chosen me to be her new daddy for her and her siblings, as well as a partner for her mother as I was to find out in the coming weeks. Alas, I digress. Sami was now openly stroking her own peachy pussy as well as soothing her little sister similarly. Neither girl seemed to be concerned that this was happening in front of their new neighbour, and indeed, as their neighbour I didn't mind one bit: though the thought of getting banged up for life in a sex offenders institution did fleetingly cross my mind as I pictured both girls kneeling before me, stroking my cock, waiting for the shot of vitamins they so deserved to issue forth from the tip. Ellie whimpered, shivered a little then suddenly lifted her head, looked at her sister and stated her need for the toilet. Sami frowned, her bottom lip quivering then pouting slightly as she acknowledged the statement and withdrew her fingers from Ellie's panties and nodded her head towards the doorway to my house. I closed my legs and told Ellie as she arose and turned towards me where to find the downstairs toilet. Then I returned my eyes towards Sami, and raised my eyebrows whilst cocking my head to one side. She still had her own fingers in her panties and was still stroking her young pussy. Looking me in the eye, she smiled, and then moved her freed hand down to pull her own gusset aside to make more room for her active fingers. I saw her sliding her finger gently up and down her swollen pussy lips, shiny wet with her own arousal as she moaned slightly at her own touches. Then she dipped her middle finger deeper into her groove, her labia parting to allow ease of access to her ministrations. First the tip of her finger dipped and rubbed, then it sank deeper to the second knuckle, and she began a steady rhythmic penetration of her young pussy, her eyes closed now and her moaning somewhat more apparent as she continued. Just as my hand slid over and around my hard shaft, Sami sank her finger all the way into her pussy, gave a louder moan, a shiver and obviously achieved her orgasm as her pussy seemed to leak nectar all over her hand. I was about to begin my own active masturbatory session when a small voice beside me brought me to my senses. "She is always doing that. I can do it too sometimes." I looked down to see Ellie stood there watching her sisters finishing act of this little performance. I nodded an accepting nod then looked back in time to see Sami wothdraw her finger from her pussy and proceed to lick it clean, along with the remainder of her hand. Her other, replaced the gusset of her panties neatly back across the recently stirred young pussy, then reached out for her lemonade glass beside her. "Is there any more please?" she asked me. Oh there was indeed planty more, but right now I was fighting the urge to show her exactly how much, and was pouring lemonade from the pitcher. I explained to both girls I needed to dress and do some work, and that they should watch a little TV whilst I momentarily went to my room to change and wash. I left Sami in charge, deciding that if she was adult enough to do what she had just done, the TV remote and her little sister would not be a challenge. I hurried off to my room, closed the door to, and removed my gown. Hells teeth; that was one hard boner I had stuck out of my groin. I was shocked at my response to these children and their overt sexuality. It was a full blooded response to a woman I was suffering, not my expected response to children. Nevertheless, I was fully aware of the effect that my body was suffering as a result of watching the display downstairs. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and started to stroke it, feeling the blood pulsing beneath the silky smoothness of my erection. Pulling back the foreskin, a droplet of pre-cum began its stringy descent to the floor, like the saliva from some alien. My glans must have been cooking the stuff on overtime to be oozing this much, and I caught the drip with my thumb and smeared it around the head oc my cock. A noise to my rear alerted me to the presence of someone outside my bedroom door. I turned slightly, so any observer behind the half closed portel could get a clear view of my cock if they wanted to. Then I started to severely masturbate my cock to orgasm. Faster my hand rubbed back and forth along my shaft, my eyes half closed as I recalled hte image of Sami's own orgasmic display. It was not so long before my cock did as I expected and spat forth a creamy white fountain of my semen across the room towards the window, to fall on the polished wooden floor a few feet in front of me. The last few drips of my effort dripped towards the ground at my feet as I glanced across to the door, in time to see Sami retreating into the shadows whilst removing her hand yet again from her panties. A quick shower later, I returned downstairs clothed, and was greeted by the view of four females in my room. Marnie and Jay had returned already, and were talking quietly together as Ellie and Sami watched TV. Marnie immediately arose to meet me, thanking me for helping out that morning, and offering to do just about anything in payment of my time involved in baby sitting her two girls. I countered her offer with my own thanks at being given the opportunity to look after the girls and the offer to help out again anytime she needed. Looking at Sami, I noted a small smile and almost indescernible nod of assent. Coffee and soft drinks all round followed, with lunchtime arriving quickly. I made my excuses to work, and the girls and Marnie left, with an accepted invite, for me, to dinner the following evening. I couldn't wait...
Introduction: This is the second half and end of Heather's stray day. Her adventures and those of her friends are still to come. Heather showered her self clean, then let the hot streams of water rinse away the dirt and dog cum before plugging the tub drain and switching the water to fill it. She added some Epsom salts to the water then sank into the tub for a long comfy soak. Relaxing in the water, Heather felt her womb quiver. A fresh stream of dog spunk seeped out of her cooze into the water. A half-hour later feeling refreshed, Heather showered her self off again then got out of the tub. Her long blond hair hung wet and tangled on her back and chest, for once Heather was too tired to preen. Naked, Heather walked into her living room, planning to catch a nap. With a startled scream, she was knocked to the floor by a heavy body. Rolling over, Heather looked up at the landlord's gray and white pit bull. Her eye's zeroed in on his large angry red cock sticking out of its sheath and dripping precum. Using his head, he shoved and lifted Heather rolling her onto her belly. To shocked until now to do anything, Heather shoved her self up, trying to get away. The big pit bull pounced on her back, driving her face to the floor as he mounted her. Heather cried out as his hardening dog cock slapped against her pussy, hot precum splattering it with each miss. Failing to find her pussy opening, the Pit dismounted and began licking her pussy. Having already been fucked by the stray twice that morning, Heather's legs opened instinctively, her ass tilting up. The Pit sensing her submission, mounted her again, this time he found her pussy entrance on the second thrust. With a sob of resignation and lust, Heather thrust her horny cunt back into the pits thrusting cock. The Pit placed his front paws beside Heather's waist, bracing himself against her hip. His powerful hips blurred as he pounded Heather's tight love channel with his long hard cock. The pits frantic thrusting had his cock head hammering against Heather's cervix. Each impact rocked Heather like an electrical shock. Heather's cervix quivered, then sent an orgasmic shock wave through her. All the strays bottled up cum from that morning spurted out of her womb, sending her into a thrashing orgasm. Heather was barely aware of the Pit's thick cock leaving her pussy, or the yelping and scratching of claws on her hardwood floors. As the orgasm rolled through her Heather's body clouding her mind with raging bliss, she felt the tongue that suddenly began ravished her sloppy, quivering pussy. As the fog began to recede from her mind, Heather felt a broad flat tongue start licking her sloppy, quivering pussy. Her body still quivering in orgasmic aftershocks, Heather arched up off the floor as the tongue forced its way into to her cum soaked cunt stroking her G-spot. As a powerful stream of pussy juice squirted out of her spasming slit, Heather forced herself up off the floor. Reaching her hands and knees, Heather looked back. Surprised, she finds the Strays sparkling Violet eyes looking back at her. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but I want it so bad. Come give your bitch that fat cock Baby," Heather said as she spread her legs apart and arched her back, lifting her ass. Giving Heather's pussy a final lick, the stray mounted her. He drove the full length of his cock into Heather as if he had understood her. By his fifth thrust, his pointed cock head had pushed into her Cervical canal. Instead of hammering all the way in against her uterus walls, as he had that morning, he fucked her with smooth channel stretching thrusts. "OHGODOHGODOHGOD," Heather screamed as the big red stray rocked her world. Looking back over her shoulder, Heather's pussy clamped down and spasming on his pounding cock Heather met the stray's knowing gaze. The stray groaned like any human Who had felt pussy juice and spasm in orgasm around his pounding fuck tool would. Then the stray pulled out of her pussy and used his front paws to push Heather sideways onto the floor on her back. Cumming hard, Heather moaned and lay on her back submissively as the big red dog straddled her chest, his rear legs on either side of her big jiggling tits. Heather watched as the strays huge dangling red cock Dripped and gushes of precum all over her tits. His cock grew thicker, and streams of scalding thick white cum blasted her breasts, throat, and face. Heather Loved sucking cock and the taste of cum, she opened her mouth wide and gulped down every stream that landed in it. Heather loved the taste of the dogs cum. Grabbing his hips, she dragged his fat dripping cock to her mouth Arching her back, Heather turned her head and took half of the dog's cum spurting cock into her mouth. Swallow suck, swallow suck, Heather paced her self as she sucked the dog's massive cock. There was just to much cum, and it ran down her chin onto her breasts then down to pool in her navel as Heather blew the Dog. When he finished cumming Heather licked his cock clean, stroking his fat shaft as she sucked cum and pussy juices off of it, as well as his knot and his balls. The knot was actually as big as a softball, not a baseball. It was a wonder to Heather that it hadn't torn her pussy apart. Like the good bitch that she now was, Heather cleaned up her Alpha as she was licking his balls close to his body she found a tattoo. It read AR69 Chiron. Heather licked the tattoo then went back to sucking on Chiron's cock and balls. She would never again think of him as a stray. Heather sucked on Chiron's balls, they were big, and his sack still had plenty of cum in it. As she sucked and licked at him, she discovered that he had five balls, no wonder he had so much cum. Chiron Huffed and then lay down next to Heather and began licking his cum off of her body. When Heather was shiny from her face to knees with dog slobber, but little if any cum he lay next to her putting his head on her breasts, they dozed off. Heather woke up an hour or so later, carefully untangled herself from Chiron and went to the kitchen. She fixed her self a sandwich, Chiron, a mixed plate of leftovers. Grabbing a bottle of water and a bowl of water, she returned to the living room. She found Chiron lying on her couch, "Make yourself at home Chiron," she said, "you live here now, big guy." Chiron barked softly and scratched the couch one. Heather paused. Maybe he was not a stray after all. "I don't suppose you can tell me whether you're a stray, or not can you?" Heather asked, not really expecting an answer as she sat down next to his head, offering him the bowl of water. He scratched the couch twice then drank water from the bowl when. Heather laughed, "Right, one scratch means yes, and two means no. I must be going mad from getting my brains fucked out by you. Chiron cocked his head, scratched the couch once paused then twice more. Heather's breath caught, "No fucking way, no dog is that well trained or smart. Uh, uh," she looked around frantically. The sliding glass door that leads to her back yard is open, "Did you open the sliding glass door to get in?" she asked Chiron. Chiron scratched the couch once. "Uh, uh, go close the glass door Chiron," Heather told him. Chiron cocked his head, his eyes narrowed, and he rather calmly reached out a paw and flicked one of her fat nipples. "Hey," Heather said plaintively, leaning away from him. Chiron made a dog sound that was suspiciously like a laugh. Heather glared at him. Then seeing his still semi-hard cock sticking out, she wondered if he considered her his bitch, maybe she had asked him the wrong way. "Chiron, would you please close the door, so no one bothers us while you fuck me." Heather held her breath, hoping she hadn't lost her mind. Chiron stood up on the couch, licked her on the mouth, scratched the couch once, then hopped down and went to the sliding glass door. He was tall enough so that all he had to do was raise his paw and push the door closed by the handle. "Holy shit, " Heather breathed as Chiron turned and walked back to her. "You understand what I'm saying, don't you?" She asked as she started to shake. Chiron scratched the floor once, then barked at her and pawed the floor in front of him. Heather was still absorbing this shock to the brain and missed his second bark and gesture. Then he hopped up on the couch and ate the food she had brought for him while she was staring off into space. Heather came back down from the clouds when he pulled her legs out onto the couch by the ankles. She stared at him as he nosed her thighs apart and then moved up and lowered himself onto her spread thighs. With slow, deliberate care, he pressed his cock against Heather's sloppy pussy. Slowly Chiron humped his cock shaft along Heather's slick pink slit teasing her clit with each slow thrust. Heather moaned and whimpered as smoldering flames of her previous orgasms ignited. Sending Heather into a quivering spurting orgasm, as the hot jets of precum from his cock blasted her Vagina. As the orgasm hit her, Chiron slid his cock balls deep inside her clenching cunt. His cock head hit her cervix, pushed through into her cervical canal slamming against her uterus. Chiron pounded her like this until Heather stopped spurting. As her orgasm passed, Chiron pulled out of her. Clamping his mouth around one of her ankle's, he dragged her half off the couch. Heather found herself face down on the sofa with her ass in the air as Chiron mounted her again. It only took his knot a few minutes to begin to swell. Heather fucked her cock-hungry pussy back into Chiron. He drove his swelling knot into her cunt, making Heather scream in thrashing orgasms. Her vaginal opening expanded and contracted around the thick knot until it swelled to the point they were knotted together. Chiron then hammered his cock into Heather so hard she knew she was his bitch, and no one else. His orgasm blasted her uterus like a fire hose driving Heather into another orgasm. As his scalding river of cum expanded her womb, Heather's orgasm rocked through her growing more powerful until she finally, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she passed out with a scream of ecstasy. For the next two weeks, Chiron came to Heather each morning and mounted her. She bought a narrow padded bench that put her ass at just the right height for Chiron to fuck her. He stayed just an hour or so of hard fucking each day. At first, Heather was humiliated that she wanted to be fucked by a dog. Then Heather realized that even being a dog, Chiron was smarter than her landlord. Her mind having accepted Chiron's love, and her body demanding his cock, Heather didn't give it another thought. Heather also learned that Chiron did, in fact, consider her his bitch. Heather also learned that he liked oral sex a lot. He liked having his cock sucked as much as she loved sucking it, and he enjoyed licking her pussy until she gushed. Their daily routine changed eleven days after Chiron first claimed her as his bitch. He came to her as he had been every day, but this time he fucked her for six hours more or less straight. Heather's belly bulged faintly when he left her half-unconscious in a pool of cum on her living room floor. The next two mornings, he did the same thing. When she missed her next two periods, Heather bought a pregnancy test laughing as she did. If Chiron could get her pregnant, he would be unbearable. He took his place as the Alpha male very seriously and was very dominating when it came to sex. Heather closed her bathroom door shutting Chiron out before she opened the test. Ten minutes later, Heather felt as if she was starring in an episode of some bad seventies porn horror show. The test was positive, trembling Heather opened and took three more tests, all were positive. How and why Heather could get pregnant from having sex with a dog? Well, Heather was so shocked when she discovered Chiron had gotten her pregnant; she almost lost it. After a few days of stunned wall staring, Heather notices the tattoo on Chiron's belly as he lay on his back, snoring beside her. AR69 Chiron. Heather bit her lower lip, then picked up her phone and called Carl. "Hi Carl, it's been a couple of weeks how are you doing," Heather asked making small talk while she formulated her request and what she was willing to pay for it. Carl was a Hacker and a good one at that. One of her game accounts had been hacked last year. It took him twenty minutes to not only reclaim her account but steel the other hacker's linked accounts blind. Heather interrupted Carl's newest sexting plot involving her, "I need your help, Carl." "What's wrong?" Carl asked. "I, uh, you really wouldn't believe me if I told you everything. I'm pregnant, Carl, it shouldn't have been possible, but I am. I need you to do your hacker thing and find out everything you can about the father." Heather said. There was a long pause before he spoke, "Well, hell, I can't do it for free Heather, no freebies, honey, you know that." Carl reminded Heather. She had paid him with three very slutty selfies for getting her game account fixed and protected. "If you do this for me," Heather gulped before continuing, "I'll send you all my sex videos, including the ones I have with the father," Heather told him. Heather heard Carl choke over the phone. He knew that when it came to sex, Heather had always been a very open-minded slut, recording as many of her exploits as she could for later masturbation. "You, you know the father? Is he still around?" Carl finally managed to ask. "He's snoring on my sofa right now. His huge cock still wet from fucking me bow legged. He can't talk Carl, and he's an orphan of sorts. He, we will even send you an exclusive video made just for you. After the baby's born and I have recovered if you want. Heather offered. Carl was silent for a moment, "What's the catch, Heather?" Carl finally asked. "AR69 Chiron is all we know about Chiron's past. That's his name Chiron, as in the Greek myth. If you find anything out, you'll know what the catch is and why. If you can't find out anything, I'll still send you all the sex tapes. You'll really, really, like the ones with Chiron Carl, I promise. Heather said. Heather laid back on her bed and hooked her phone to a POV stick, then spread her legs and recorded Chiron thick cum gushing out of her cunt when she flexed her belly. "Here's a taste of you'll get Carl," Heather said with a moan and sent him the new video. "I'm on it sexy," an audibly panting Carl responded in her ear. A week went by with nothing from Carl, then early Sunday morning someone knocked on her door. Heather opened her door and found a short wide-shouldered man smiling at her. "Can I help you?" She asked. "I believe I'll direct the video you make for me," Carl said with a smile holding out a flash drive to Heather. "Carl," Heather squealed, throwing her arms around him as she dragged him in for a big hug. Behind her, Chiron cocked his head to one side, sniffed the air, then huffed and went back to the couch in the living room. After a long hug, Heather lead Carl to her Kitchen, where they had coffee and made small talk catching up. "Okay, let's see what you found," Heather said, leading him to her computer. After booting up her PC, Heather plugged in the flash drive and opened up the files. "In 1999, some stupid ass animal rights atavists were going around breaking into medical labs and setting all the test animals free." Carl said, filling Heather in on the gist of the data. "Most of the time, this was not a problem, but some of the animals they set free had diseases, while others were sick and died in a lot of pain out in the wild. One of the labs the hit here in your neck of the woods was called Asclepius, after the Greek god of the healing arts. They used stem cell and DNA research to find a cure for cancer and some other illnesses and hereditary problems. They experimented on some animals doing some very illegal and scary shit Heather. Three of their successful experiments were set free by the activists. Chiron is one of them, Heather." Carl told her. "Oh wow, uh, is he, err, is my baby in danger?" Heather asked her voice full of fear. "No, no, if I thought you or the baby were in danger, I would have been here sooner, and we would be on our way to a hospital."Carl quickly reassured Heather. "Okay, umm, so uh, how did a dog get me pregnant?" Heather asked, then realized what she had asked and blushed beet red. Carl gave her a pervy once over, "Well, he stuck his big Dog cock in your horny snatch and fucked you until he gave you a doggy creampie, duh," Carl laughed. Heather, still blushing, punched him in the shoulder, "Carl, how did a dog knock me up?" Heather asked again, giving him the chic eyes of death. "All right, all right. Chiron and the other two's DNA were somehow successfully combined with several other mammals, including humans. I couldn't find out much about what they were trying to accomplish. It seems they were able to create three animals capable of breeding with humans. Your well acquainted with Chiron. There's a big female cat they called Artemis, and a male gorilla they called Hercules. All three disappeared when the activists or environmental terrorists, as I call them, broke into Asclepius." He finished. "What about my baby Carl?" Heather demanded. "I know a DR, she owes me big, like federal prison big, so she's going to help you, no questions asked," Carl told her. "I have no idea what your baby will be like, but I'll be here to help Heather." Carl sighed, "Uh, I, I bought a place just outside of town. It has a couple of older ranch houses on it. It uh well, I thought you might want to not be living in the suburbs surrounded by close-minded assholes when your baby comes." Carl finished. Heather frowned at Carl, "You didn't answer the question, Carl," She said. "I just don't know Heather, but as long as I'm here, I can erase any computer footprint as it happens so you can hide if you need too. Carl told her. Heather pursed her lips about to thank Carl, then she remembered, no freebies. "What's in it for you, Carl?" She asked suspiciously. "Hehe. Well, as I said, I want to direct the video you're going to make for me. Plus all the old video's you have. And the ranch houses will be rigged with cameras," Carl laughed happy she was quick enough to catch him. "No, no way. Put them anywhere you want outside or not in my house, but in mine, only the living room and two others, not to include my bedroom or main bathroom. Heather countered. Carl laughed, "That's my girl, fair enough." Nine months later, January first, 2002, Heather gave birth to healthy semi-normal triplets. They were semi typical because two of the triplets were identical, and the third was not. Lorna, and Nene her identical redheads, she named after a Heavy Metal character, and an anime character. Her pale-haired triplet she also named after a Heavy Metal character, Tarrna. None of Heather and Chiron's daughters showed any outward signs of being anything but human. This made Heather ecstatic. Carl meanwhile left Heather and Chiron to their own devices. He did put two camera's in the hidden sex room he added to their house. Heather was so happy for a place where Chiron could fuck her stupid without getting accidentally discovered she made a point of giving Carl a special show now and then. This ends Heather and Chiron's tale, but Carl still hunts for Artemis and Hercules. The end.
Introduction: I just had this random iea so here it is. There will be sex in the next chapter so stay tuned. Oh yeah, if you're wondering if I'm continuing My Cousin, Chris, I am. Just give me some time, okay? The bell indicating school was over rang. I ignored it because Vladimir had me pushed up against my locker. He trailed kisses up and down my neck while I ran my hands through his black hair. "Sierra Gutierrez, detention room. Sierra Gutierrez, detention room." Mr. Tibbal's voice boomed through the speakers. I gently nudged Vladimir away. "Don't forget your fight later at Rock Bottom. If you be good, they might let you out early." He said, picking up his book bag. "You and I both know that I'll be far from good." A smirk made its way to my face. I started off towards the detention room. I hadn't even taken 5 steps when I felt a hand yank me back. Vladimir pushed me up against the lockers again. He bent down so his mouth was level with my ear. "You WILL get out early. That isn't a request. It's an order." He growled. He licked my earlobe which caused me to moan a little bit. He stepped back with a chuckle. He scratched the back of his head and spoke. "Whoops. Sorry, that part of me, you weren't supposed to see." He said. I slowly stepped closer to him and pulled him down to my height. "I like that part of you." I whispered. I bit the side of my bottom lip as I retreated. He smirked and gave me a quick kiss. "Now go, before the warden gets mad." His voice was back to normal. "Ha! You act like you're the one who got sent to jail before in this relationship!" I said walking away. "I WAS there! You even had the same cell as me!" He yelled back because I was already half way down the hall. "I git sent there more times than you!" I yelled, not putting any space for a fight. I rounded the corner and entered the detention room with my hands up in the air. "Your detention queen has arrived! You may now applaud at my greatness." I said, walking over to my seat at the back. There sat Stefan and Rico on my right, and Angelo on my left. Rico and Angelo gave me amused smiles but Stefan only slightly twitched his lips. I sat and put my feet up on the desks. "Alright, why so happy all of a sudden?" Angelo asked me, poking my cheek. "I got some emotion out of Stefan!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air once again. Stefan slowly shook his head. Rico leaned forward in order to see me over Stefan. "Nope! You were happy at lunch, too." He said. They all gave me expecting looks. "Okay, fine! Just, stop staring and I'll tell you. Thank you. Vladimir told me it's tag team week at Rock Bottom next week." I said and waited for their reply. "Are you fighting?" Stefan asked me in his monotone voice. "Yup." I said, popping the "P". "Who are you fighting with?" Rico asked me. I gave him an are-you-stupid? look. "Vladimir, stupid." I said. I kicked my feet up and put in my wireless earphones under my hair. I blasted Bangarang by Skrillex on high. No doubt they could hear it. We were the only ones at the back, for some reason. After a few minutes, the rest of the people piled in. I love seeing the scared faces of the people that come in for the first time. The teacher came in followed by a face that I despise. I took out the earphones and listened. "...the worst this school has to offer. Especially you four at the back. Mainly you, Miss Sierra." Mr. Singh said, looking at me. I gave him a look of mock disbelief. "Me? Oh, I could never be bad. I can't believe you think of me like that. Not me, sweet sounding peaches!" I said in a fake country girl accent. As I spoke, I put my hand on my chest and gave him a frightened look to emphasize the sarcasm. My bandmates laughed beside me. "That's it! Saturday detention for you four." Mr. Singh said, his face reddening. "Could I bring Vladimir?" I asked him. He had a confused expression on his face. "Sure?" He replied. "Anyway, this is Mr. Ryder. He is new to the detention world and please, don't corrupt him. I will be right down the hallway. Knock if you need anything." And with that, the great doofus left the room and locked it. Leaving the innocent one in our hands. "Should we?" Angelo asked me. "Definitely." We stood and made our way to the front where the newbie was standing. I crossed my arms and shifted my weight onto one foot once we were there. "Hey newbie," Rico spat out 'newbie' like it was a bad word. "We own this place so steer clear from us, and you'll be fine. I'm Sierra." I said introducing myself. The others took turns introducing themselves. We turned and made our way back to our seats. I kept an eye out for Daniel Ryder. We were insulting and laughing at each other for an hour and a half. I received a text from Vladimir. "Babe, I'm waiting in the parking lot. Get ready." It said. Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Singh came back in. "Get out. Detention's over." We all walked out the door and into the hallway. I ran to the parking lot, where Vladimir would be waiting. There he stood, leaning against the hood of his car. "Hey, sorry I didn't get out earlier. The detention officer was Mr. Singh. I swear, he has it out for me. I got Saturday detention and I'm dragging you down with me." I said, walking up to him. I stood beside him, leaning onto the hood of the car, too. "Alright. Shall we go?" He said, walking over to the passenger side of the car and opening the door. "Mhm." I said, and got in. I didn't bother buckling my seat belt because it would be a short ride anyway. Vladimir got into the other side of the car and smiled at me. I smiled back as he started out of the parking lot. "Who do you think we're gonna be up against?" He asked me. "I don't know. I bguess we'll find out later. We're here." I said, climbing out the door. We entered the fighting arena and walked up to the sign up booth. "Sign us in." Vladimir said to the girl behind the counter. She took out a strip of paper and a pen. "Names?" She asked. "Sierra Gutierrez and Vladimir Scotts." He answered. She wrote it down and put the paper into the box. We made our way up the stands and into our usual seats. There sat Trey and Rani. "Hey guys, aren't you gonna fight tonight?" I asked them. "Yeah, we just went a while ago." Rani said. She had dark blue hair, an eyebrow piercing, grey eyes, and red lips. She was wearing black skinny jeans, a My Chemical Romance t-shirt, and black converses. "I've never seen you guys fight." I said as we took our seats. "Yeah, well." Trey said as another cheer erupted from the audience. I turned toward the stage and saw a guy flip another guy and slam him onto the ground. The winner looked up and I saw his face. He smiled to the crowd. Daniel Ryder. I brushed it off and continued to enjoy the show. After a few more fights, the announcer came up on stage. "Alright, folks. Get ready for the main event. Tonight, the people that are fighting are..." The crowd stomped their feet to a drumroll as we waited for him to finish. "... Bonecrusher and Six feet under!" The crowd errupted into cheers and people made bets on who would win. The fight ended five minutes later when Bonecrusher punched Six feet under right in the temple and he collapsed. The announcer came back onto the stage. "And the winner is Bonecrusher!" Almost everyone cheered. The announcer hushed everyone. "Is anybody in the crowd brave enough to take this mighty beast?" He asked the crowd. "Huh? Anybody?" He scanned the crowd. I stood up. "I will." The spotlight turned to me. Everyone laughed at me. I kept a straight face and walked down the steps toward the stage. I got in the cage and they closed it. "Are you sure, little girl? He doesn't take mercy. Girl or not. He's undefeated, you know." The announcer warned me. "Yeah, yeah. Just start the round. I'm getting bored." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "You know the rules. Three taps or seconds and you're out." The announcer said. The bell rung and I stood there with a hand on my hip, a bored expression on my face. I leaned against the cage wall. Bonecrusher came running to me. Right when he was about to slam into me, I stepped to the side. Making him hit the wall. I skipped over to the middle of the ring as he recovered. He tried swinging at me a few times, but I dodged all of them. I got bored after a while and decided to finally attack. I 've already worn him down. I threw a hard punch to his jaw, then his stomach, then kicked his chest, and the back of his knee. He toppled forward. I casually sat in front of him and crossed my left leg over my right one while pretending to check out my nails. There was a silence throughout the whole arena. I looked up at the crowd's expressions. "Do I have to sit here all day or are you guys gonna count?" I asked to no one in particular. That seemed to snap them out of it. They counted to three and I got off of the still unconcious Bonecrusher. I watched the paramedics drag him out. The announcer came up onto the stage. "What's your name, girl?" He handed me the mic. "Sierra Gutierrez." I said into it. The crowd cheered. Vladimir came into the stage and enveloped me in a hug. I kissed him and remembered to slide my tongue onto his lip piercing. "I have the awesomest girlfriend ever." He said. "And don't forget it." I said, smiling. We walked off of the stage. He bent down and whispered into my ear. "Seeing you fight was amazing. You looked so hot up there. I wanted to fuck you then and there." I moaned slightly at his words. I took his hand from my back pocket and lead him to the car. I took the keys from his belt loop and started it. We got in and I sped home. I pulled up in front of our houses. "I'll meet you at the balcony in a few minutes." I told him as I ran into my mom's apartment. "Hey mom!" I greeted quickly as I ran upstairs. I ran into my room and locked the door. I looked outside and saw that it was already dark out. I changed into shorts and a tank top and went out to my room balcony. I walked out and saw Vladimir shirtless. He saw me and swung over the railing. His balcony and mine are just a few steps apart. He sat on my chair and pulled me down to his lap. "Hi." I whispered. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I took in every feature of his face. Jet black hair that fell perfectly along his forehead. Piercing blue eyes with specks of grey in them. A few small freckles scattered across his nose. Soft pink lips with a lower lip piercing. His body wasn't fat but he wasn't muscular either. I started to trace the edges of his lips with my finger nail. I smiled slightly and he returned it. "How is it that out in public, you're all brutal but when we're alone, you turn into a loving person?" He asked me. I sighed and my hand dropped. "I have a reputation to maintain, Vlad. I've been working hard to have this rep since I was 10. I can't jeopardize that. This rep helps me around." I explained. He nodded and nuzzled into my neck. "I don't get it, though." He said. "Me niether. I just have to live with it. I'm not really like that bitch that walks around school." I rested my head on top of his. "Will you sleep beside me tonight?" I asked as he started playing with random strands of my hair. "Of course." I got off of his lap and entered my bedroom. The colors were dark brown, dark red, and gold. I lead him to my bed and we got in. I put my head on his arm and my hand on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat. We just layed there for a while, leaving the other to their thoughts. "Vladdy," I said after a while. "Hmm?" He replied. "I can't sleep." I lookked up at his face and saw him smiling. "Alright. Do you want me to sing to you?" I nodded and he started singing Moments by One Direction. I moved closer to him and he put his other arm around my waist. Once he got to Louis' part, my eyelids felt heavy. "Goodnight, Vlad." I said, reaching up and kissing him."Goodnight, Sierra. Sweet dreams, love." I sighed and we fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up to the sound of Anna Sun by Walk the Moon playing on my iPod speakers. I groaned. "Stupid Alarm.Stupid school. Stupid mother." I got up and turned it off. I turned and stretched. I saw a sleeping Vladimir in my bed and last night's memories came back. I smiled and walked back to the bed. I gently shook his shoulder. "Vladimir. Wake up, babe. Vladimir." I said in a sing-song voice. He mumbled something about yellow bears and purple bananas. Weird kid. He shifted and fell asleep again. I sighed and bent down to his ear. "The three new Green Day CDs are downstairs for you." I whispered and jerked back as he shot upward and ran to the door. He tried to open it but it was locked. I lightly giggled. "Vlad. Calm down. I was kidding. You wouldn't wake up so I had to say that." I said, walking over to him and putting my arms around his waist. "You'r gonna pay for this. I've wanted those CDs since they announced it." He said, crossing his arms and pouting like a small child. I laughed and kissed his lip back into place. "I'm gonna go take a shower." I said, grabbing my towel and my robe. "Can I come?" He asked me. "Nope." I answered and closed the door. I stripped and got into the shower. I was in the middle of rinsing out my shampoo when I felt hands on my back. "I said no, didn't I?" I asked, turning around. "So?" He asked me. I rolled my eyes and continued to rinse my hair out. I finished and stepped out. "Stay and finish. Hurry up, though. We still gotta get breakfast." I told him. I dried myself off and put on my clothes. My underwear (of course), my black, green, and red plaid skirt, a black tank top, and my black stomach cut off leather jacket. I slipped on my dark purple combat boots right when Vladimir walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. "I know, I know. I'll get your clothes." I swung over the balcony and into his room. I started going through his closet and taking his clothes for the day. "Siewwa?" A voice said from the doorway. I turned and saw Gracie. Vladimir's little sister. I smiled at her. "Hi Gracie." I went back to looking for Vladimir's clothes. "What are you doing?" She asked me. "Vladimir and I had a sleepover. I'm looking for some clothes for him. He forgot to bring some last night." I explained. I took out red skinny jeans for Vlad and turned to Gracie. "See ya later, Gracie." I said before swinging over to my room. I threw Vladimir his clothes. "Here. Now get dressed." I pointed to the bath room. He slowly walked in, carrying jis clothes. "Hurry up." I slapped his ass which made him jump. He shot me a playful glare before closing the door. I jumped onto my bed and started to straighten my hair. Once I was done, Vladimir walked out fully clothed. He had on a black shirt with a grey vest over it, red skinny jeans, and black converse. "Looking delicious as always." I complimented him. "You don't look bad yourself." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and threw a cotton ball at him. I put on eyeliner and mascara. He put on a thin layer of eyeliner himself. Making his blue eyes pop more than usual. "Let's go get breakfast or whatever." He said. I nodded and we headed out to his car, where we left our book bags in yesterday. "I'm driving!" I said, getting in the driver side. He gave me the keys and we headed to the nearest café. We ordered coffee and a cookie. We finished the cookies and we headed out for school. "Hand 'em over." Vlad said, holding his hand out when we got to school. I gave him his car keys. We walked across the parking lot and into the school. We got more stares than usual. "Do you know why they're staring more than usual?" He asked me. I shook my head no. "I was just about to ask you that." I whispered. Just then, Stefan, Angelo, and Rico came up to us. "Sierra, did you see the video?" Angelo asked me. "What video?" I asked him back. He showed me his phone and pressed play. There I was with Vlad last night, telling him about my fake attitude for the reputation. "Oh no. No, this can't be happening. This school is like a battleground and this video is my death ticket." I started breathing heavily. Vlad shook my shoulders. "Calm down Sierra. You're gonna hyperventilate. And faint." I started feeling dizzy. "Too late." I said as darkness surrounds me. I woke up in the nurse's office. "Hi honey. You can go if you want." Mrs. Salem said in her annoying nasally voice. "What period is it?" I asked her. "Lunch is gonna start in a minute." She replied. I nodded and checked my phone. I had three texts drom Vlad asking if I was okay. And 9 others from Angelo, Rico, and Stefan. I textedthem all back saying I was okay. I headed over to the cafeteria all the way at the other side of the building. Everyone was already there when I came in. I did a quick scan through the hall and spotted Vladimir, Stefan, Rico, and Angelo in a heated conversation with... Daniel Ryder? Oh no. I rushed over to them. "What's happening?" I ask them. Vlad crossed his arms over his chest and his jaw locked. He only does that when he's pissed. Oh no. Still hot. "This is the guy that posted that video of you." Stefan said, his eyes burning holes into Daniel. I turned to him and kneed him in the balls. He fell to the ground and we all huddled around him. " Don't mess with us agin if you want to keep your balls." I said. I kicked his side one more time before I sat down in our seats. I sighed and looked down at the ground. My reputation. Gone. Just like that. What could I do to save it? A small crumpled ball of paper found its way to my feet with my name on it. I picked it up and read it. Come to the back of the school after school. I know a way to save your reputation and get revenge on Daniel Ryder... For a price. Mention this to no one. Come alone.- Anonymous ( A/N O.O Who wrote the note? What will happen to Sierra? Will Daniel Ryder come back?)
Introduction: A teen aged college boy goes for the physical exam to doctor's office and got very lucky. Doctor's Office Story By : AWC Jensen was an average college guy. At 5' 11'', 145 pounds with army style cut very shiny black hair and sharp features and pale white skin; he looked to be a new recruit of the army. He lived in the dorm hall but being the only kid plus not being very far away and a very safe and fast train link available, his mother made sure that he came home at least every weekend. His parents were very strict and if it were up to them, Jen must be virgin even now but lucky for Jen that an overzealous and aged girl in the school gave herself to Jensen. Jensen did not know much and although he did not fuck her and instead she fucked Jen's cock with her pussy but now Jensen was not virgin anymore and it was known that he had not much experience but with a few girls only. He had a high school sweetheart but with the beginning of college, that relationship was also broken and yet being very new in college all he enjoyed was drinking scotch. He was not much or happily into fucking, what was called 'one-night stands' and only fucked one or two girls at the most. Being very healthy, horny and young; after all he needed an exit for the sexual tension and he opted to be an avid masturbator. Lucky for him that he had a single room which did afford him a lot of privacy in his room with some porno magazines or the porno video. He had heard stories of Fraternity Boys and easy availability of ass but he never had thought of gay activity and many nights he played with his cock for ejaculating his sex juice and never thought of joining the gay fraternity boys although he longed for a real thing on the permanent bases. All else aside but not being an avid fucker, Jen had a strong attachment with the sports and he loved to play Badminton for exercise. Soon as he went back to college after the break ended and college restarted, he had to submit the Physical Exam. His mother called the family doctor and made an appointment for him, instead of going to some unknown doctor, coming to the college for the physicals. He had had couple of physical exams already in the school but now he was a fully grown man and not a school kid anymore. On the day of the physical exam, the brand new thing he noticed was he drove himself to the doctor's office bringing him a totally new sense of the matter. Getting in, he signed his name and took a seat after taking the physical exam form to fill in. This was a group practice office of 4 doctors and all were qualified specialists for the family practice. Suddenly he looked up at the doctor's schedule which said that Dr. Ira Epstein was away and the physicals today were to be conducted by Dr. Martha Brown. Most of the patients in the waiting room were busy with the magazines or the patient information materials placed there by the drug companies. He was filling the physical exam form when he came to the section where he had to provide the information about his genitalia. He smiled remembering the school days when he did not know a thing about many questions asked. How would he know if his testis were hanging bilaterally. Now that Jensen was grown up, he did not find anything funny in the statements but strange that he felt his penis started to get hard, thinking of those questions and Dr. Martha reading them. He tried very hard to get rid of the thoughts and the erection. His boner had hardly limped back again when his name was called and a middle-aged nurse took him inside to an examination room. Closing the door behind them, she asked Jensen to strip down to his underwear and wait for her to come back for taking his vital signs and the weight and height as well. As she left, Jen got to remove his clothes calmly and then sat on the plastic chair for her return. Once again some sexy thoughts began flowing in his mind to stir his cock in the underwear and he had to snap back to the reality after hearing a knocking on the door and the nurse entered. Taking him to the scale, she weighed Jensen and took his height and then they sat down as she took his pulse and breathing rate along with the blood pressure. Jensen could not avoid noticing that going to gym for the last almost 6 months, had started to pay off and his toned, buff body was looking very impressive to his own eyes. Then the nurse left telling him to put his shorts on, relax and that the doctor shall be in shortly. Jensen put his shorts back on and sat in the chair waiting. With his mind fighting the sexy thoughts, he could not help to notice that his well grown nipples were hard and erect due to the cold air in the room. He waited for an easy 20 minutes until there was a short knock on the door and Dr. Brown came in. After introducing herself, she started reading his file and Jensen noted; she must be at least 40-- 45 with a very cute face and the brown hair cut to the shoulder length. Her breasts were nicely curved, ample in size and well-rounded, pushing back at the fabric of her shirt. Asking him that if he felt alright, she got up and moved to the sink where she washed her hands while talking about how Jensen felt and how the things were going. Coming back to him from the sink, she made him sit on the exam table and checked his eyes, ears, nose and the throat and then told him to lie down on the table. The rustling paper on the exam table was nearly sticking to his naked body tickling his nerve endings. Suddenly she began to poke and press against his chest. Soon she reached and unbuttoned his shorts and gently unzipped them. He had no choice but to raise his hips as she pulled the shorts down and off his body. Now her soft hand was moving on his inner thigh. Jensen tried very hard to think of anything and everything non-sexual but failed miserably and soon he had a huge hard on with his penis rising straight up towards the ceiling of the examination room in the fabric of his underwear. Dr. Martha Brown moved his underwear to a side and now her fingers were exactly at the point where his testis were attached to the pubic area. She asked him to cough couple of times and then her hands slipped sown to grip his balls and caressed them very gently and carefully. Jensen could not help as he felt his cock jolt and twitch couple of times. Removing her hands from the underwear, she made some notes on the record sheet and then pulled her stool close once again and scooted a little to place her both hands on the band of his brief and pulled it down. Now his pale brown fully rigid and erect cock was naked and in plain down view. She did not hesitate and took it in her hands pushing it down. Luckily, Jensen's cock behaved and stayed down. Then Dr. Brown once again moved away a little to make some notations. She told Jensen that everything looked fine and then quickly started flipping the pages of his file and said that according to the notes, it showed that he was never instructed about the self-examination of his testis and if he had no objection, she would like to go ahead and do it now. Knowing that he was in no position to argue, Jen calmly said "OK". Dr. Brown quickly returned to his mid-body and took hold of his shaft pulling the foreskin back. Jensen felt his cock breathing and pulsing in her hands. She did not pay much attention to it as if she was doing something very normal and routine and continued to explain the process of the testicular self-examination, running her hand all over his pelvis and slowly bending over to move her hands down on his sac. As she bended over, Jensen could clearly see the top of her low cut dress shirt. Just as he was looking at those amazing breasts, her fingers touched his very sensitive area very close to the spot where the lowest end of his testicles met his anal area. As he gasped his very hard cock jumped up. She took a small step back, keenly watching his cock. Jensen was not a record holder but nevertheless, he had a very pretty looking at least 7" of very thick length with a funnel like foreskin at the end and a huge mushroom for the cockhead. She smiled looking at the stiff quivering cock. "You will get your wish, you little devil bitch". Dr. Brown said as she held and jolted Jensen's cock as if she really wanted to pull it off his body. Suddenly Jen felt his body relaxing and all fears dissipating. She signaled him to wait, and walked out, coming back quickly with a sign. 'PHYSICAL EXAM IN PROGRESS---- Please do not open' which she hung at the door and came in quickly to close the door behind her. She told him to sit on the chair next to the far wall of the room. Standing close in front of him she began to strip while the hard cock looked on at her taking off her shirt, skirt, shoes and the panties. "Give me your hard cock baby! I want it now", she stressed. Jensen did not need her to repeat and quickly reached for her tits while their lips, tongues and mouths got busy in deep and wet kissing. Quickly his hands reached and undid her bra strap to make it fall down revealing the full glory of her boobs. Nicely matured, her boobs had not sagged at all. They were really deliciously curvy and round and ample sized, decorated with large light pink areolas and well swollen nipples. Everything was making Jensen furious as his tongue worked the mounds, licking, kissing and sucking her boobs. Her one nipple was tweaked in his fingers and pulled while the other was taken by his lips. Dr. Brown was moaning and her head was pulling back repeatedly with the might of the ecstasy exceeding in her. Jensen decided to work on her wetness, soaking her pussy. Licking her breasts, his tongue worked on her abdomen, around her navel and ended at her pubic area. Her naked pussy was in his view. The hair were totally shaved and her dripping slit was visibly glazed. Jensen very greedily licked around her vaginal flaps and darting his tongue against the fully engorged and exposed clitoris. Her deep breathing and thumping heart was a clear sign that she was ready for her orgasmic spasms. She was thrusting her hips against Jen's face and Jen focused his tongue on her clitoris as she went through the pangs of her orgasm. She groaned loudly while her cunt was pasted to his lips. Soon after catching her breath, she quickly got ready to return the favor and take his load in her mouth with her hands placed on the base of his cock. The combination of her hand job and the blowjob with her tongue dancing at the cock head, she lapped all the dripping pre cum and consumed the thick shaft as well. The incredible suction from her mouth sending pressure waves to his balls was more than enough for Jensen to off load his juice but then he started feeling the sensation of her finger-tip against his anus causing him to push far deeper in her mouth with unbelievable forbidden feelings in his rear. Her trained finger kept meddling his ass while his orgasm pulsated in his balls and suddenly his 7'' long nozzle began filling her mouth with the passion fluid. She tried her best to swallow all but got a lot on her chin and the breasts. Spent and exhausted, he removed his limping but still at least 5'' long meat piece from her mouth before collapsing to the floor. Filled with his warm juices, she was still very horny and before long Jensen Junior also had the same ideas to play in her pussy now. She asked Jensen to make it quick because she had other patients and did not want someone to come and knock on the door. With that, she also moved to the floor. Jensen was already on his back with his manly cock standing straight up in the air. She took a position on top aligning her wet cunt over him and slowly lowering herself onto the man pole. Soon Jen bottomed out in her with his balls slapping against her ass. Jensen had fucked very few girls and fucking with the female on top had always been his fantasy because that made her tits to be fully in view and not only there was a good view of the fucking joint but the facial expressions also helped to intensify the fucking action. Dr. Brown got to slow rock, back and forth against Jensen's young, fat cock. Her silky pussy moving created incredible feeling and Jensen could cum right there but he did not want it to be that quick. Soon the examination room was filling with the filthy sex talk, delicious sex smell and exciting sexual groans. Jensen was moaning and complementing the great feeling of her tight pussy against his fat cock. She was repeatedly asking Jensen to fuck her harder and fill her pussy with his warm fuck juice. This was getting him more into fucking her with brutal force and power with fierce pounding of her pussy. He bent over and took her undulating boob in his mouth sucking her nipple while fucking her with ultimate intensity. His hands were reaching around to her ass and fingers slowly working on her anal entrance. Their combined efforts were getting them close to the climax and her head was tilting back with deep growls of joy as she rode him hard and deep feeling her orgasm mounted rapidly. Getting close, she had started taking slow, longer strokes on his cock asking him to make her cum nice and hard. Jensen was also making his demands, "Cum babe! Cum all over my cock, give my cock a warm, slick shower with your pussy fluids", while cramming his finger in her anal hole and also lip biting her nipple. Right then her whole body jolted hard getting a very rich and heady orgasm. Her cunt muscles latched onto his hard cock as she started shrieking, "I am Cum, Cumming now". All this action happening before his eyes was much too much to handle and he also erupted, shooting a huge load of his male juices in her cunt. This time the elation ended a bit faster and Jensen pulled his semen soaked cock from her pussy. Dr. Brown grabbed a towel to scrub her pussy and his limping cock. They quickly got dressed up and she started finishing the remaining questions on the physical form and left the examination room. As Jensen appeared on the reception desk, Dr. Brown had completed his physical form and it was handed to him by the receptionist and informed that the Doctor would like to see him back in one week to check if any problem was there. Please provide the comments. AWC March 3, 2021.
I had spent the next couple of days thinking about and jacking off to all that happened with my sister Melissa that night. She sure showed me a great time and I didn't realize that little "sex pot:" had it in her. Many times my teachers caught me day dreaming and questioned what I was thinking about and I had to make up some stories real fast. It's a good thing my desktop was able to hide the excitement that was going on in my jockey shorts or it would have really been embarrassing. Anyway, my thoughts also quickly turned to Josh, my friend in gym class and a couple of my other classes. Josh was a real cutie who I loved to see naked in the shower's after gym. I was really falling for this boy and I wished there was a way for me to let him know, without him punching me in the face, because as far as I knew he was 100% straight. The next to last day of school came before summer recess and I decided to approach Josh and ask him something. Getting up the nerve, I saw Josh in the hall at his locker. "Hey buddy what's up", I said. "Not much, Robby, what's up with you". "Oh, the same old shit, you know how it is. Can I ask you something?" "Sure, said Josh, "what's on your mind, buddy? I told him, "Well, tomorrow is the last day of school and I was wondering if you would like to come home with me and hang out and maybe play some games on my computer". Then I said, "If you're good maybe my folks will let you stay for dinner". Josh told me he would really like that. All the way home, I was almost doing cartwheels. "Josh said yes, he said YES, YES,YES". The next day couldn't come fast enough for me and when it did come the time in school just seemed to drag on and on and on. Finally, the last bell rang and we were all set free for the summer. Josh met me after the final class and we walked to my house together, which took about a half hour. We went inside, and the house was completely empty. I knew my Mom and Dad were both at work, but I thought my sister Melissa would be home. We went to the kitchen and grabbed some cold root beer and Twinkies (great health food) and headed up to my bedroom. "Wow, said Josh, "Your room is really neat, it has just about everything you would want" "Thanks, I said, I spend most of my time in here when I'm not at school or playing outside" Then I told him "let's power up the old PC and play some games". After checking out my selection of games, Josh decided that he would like to play "Star Wars". That wasn't exactly the game I wanted, but since I finally got this hot guy in my bedroom, he could play anything he asked for. We pulled up two chairs at the computer and put the "Star Wars" CD in. Josh and I had played several rounds and I discovered that he was pretty good at it; in fact he won most of the games we played. Whenever I got a chance, I sat as close to Josh as possible and "accidentally" made sure our legs would brush together since we were both wearing shorts. Josh smelled so good of Aqua Velva Ice Sport, one of my very favorite fragrances. We played for over an hour, when something hit me. "OH SHIT', I said, "I just remembered that my Dad wanted me to pick up some things at the hardware store for a project that he is working on this weekend" I told Josh to continue to play with my computer and that I would be right back, figuring it would be no longer than 15 minutes. I left the house and Josh stayed in my room playing with my computer. He started to check out all the other games I had installed. He had opened up "windows explorer" and came across a file folder entitled "sexy downloads". Josh thought to himself, "Wow, Robby must have some hot porn pics in here!" Josh was debating whether or not to check them out, but he thought "what the hell". He double clicked on the file folder and then his eyes got big as saucers. Josh was looking for some guy and girl pics, but what did he find? Young naked twinks, guys jacking each other off, guys giving hot blowjobs, lot's of pics of guy's cumming, and guys having group sex. To top that off, there was also a file that contained stories that Robby had downloaded. Stories like: "Fun With Dave", "After The Mall Experience", and "Different Kind of Sleepover". Josh could not believe what he was seeing. And neither could the bulge that was growing in his pants. He thought to himself "Could it be? Could it be my best buddy is..GAY? Just then the bedroom door swung open. It was Robby's sister Melissa. "Hey Robby, I'm home and..JOSH!!!! What are you doing here?" "Umm, hi Melissa, Robby invited me over, he had to go to the hardware store, he will be right back". Josh kept fumbling with the computer mouse trying to close down the files he was looking at, but it was too late. "HA, said Melissa, "I see you came across Robby's files". "I'm sorry, Melissa, I came across them by accident". Melissa said "Don't worry about it Josh; besides I think this is funny.Robby's BUSTED". Just then, we heard the front door open, and Robby started running up the steps. He got to the bedroom and was surprised to see Josh and Melissa standing in front of the computer screen. "Well, sis, I see you found out that Josh is here", I said. Josh said "Well, buddy, let me tell you that I found out a lot more!!" "What do you mean?" I asked? With that Josh and Melissa stepped aside and showed me the computer screen. My face must have turned at least five shades of red. I looked down at the floor and said "Well, Josh you found out about me, I guess you want to go home now". To my surprise, Josh walked over to me and put his arm around me and said, "No way, dude, I'm glad to find this out because I have something to tell you". 'What's that, pal?" I said. Josh swallowed a couple of times real hard. "I'm glad I found out about you, because..because (he swallowed again) because..I am the same way!!!! I'm not totally gay, but I am bisexual, some guys really turn me on, big time". I looked at Josh and smiled and he smiled back at me. I then got up the nerve to ask, "How do you feel about me, Josh?" Josh said, "I have always had strong feelings for you" Then he added, "Don't you think I noticed how you looked at me when we showered together"? "I purposely took my time in the shower so that you could get a good view". Josh and I then hugged each other for the longest time. "Oh please, said Melissa, "I think I am going to puke" Then she laughed. The three of us continued to chill out in my bedroom for a while, playing CD's and watching some TV. Suddenly, my sister said "Hey, bro, can I talk to you in private for a second?" "Sure, sis, let's go out in the hallway" I wasn't exactly sure where this was going. Melissa and I stepped outside of my bedroom, leaving Josh with a puzzled look on his face. "OK sis, what's up?" I asked. "Robby, said Melissa, "I want to see Josh naked!" "WHAT, I replied, are you CRAZY?" "Besides, I have seen Josh naked lots of times". Sis then said, "Yeah, I know you have, but Josh is so damn cute, and I want to see him naked and with a boner". Then I said, "Well, I have never seen Josh with a boner, except in my dreams and imagination" "Yeah, sis, let's go for it, I know exactly what to do". I then told Melissa my idea and what she had to do. "Ooooo yeah, Robby!" With that Melissa and I went back into the bedroom where Josh was laying on the bed watching the Cartoon Network. "Hey Josh, I got a great idea", I said. "What's that, Rob?" "Let's show Melissa our wrestling techniques that we use in gym class" Josh was really caught off guard "You mean, here? In your bedroom?" "Yeah, I said, we can push the bed aside and there is plenty of room". Josh helped me move the bed to the side so that we could have the space to wrestle. I then told Josh we needed to take off our shirts like we do in gym. Josh and I both took off our shirts, leaving us just in our Bermuda shorts and tennis shoes. Melissa and I were both getting hot and flustered looking at Josh's naked torso and well-defined arms and abs. Melissa sat on the side of the bed to catch all the action while Josh and I knelt down on the floor in our wrestling position. When Melissa hollered, "go" we started wrestling just like we do in gym class. I was no match for Josh; he was much stronger and overpowering. He got on top of me and pinned me quickly for the first win. "Two out of three, Josh" I shouted. "You never give up, do you guy", Josh snorted. I then got down near his face and whispered in his ear "Let me win, this time, please? I want to impress my sister". The second round started out just like the first, with Josh showing his superiority in the sport. Just when he was about to pin me, he let me flip him over and get on top of him. Now that he was in this position, I moved up and sat down on his chest and pinned his arms with my legs. "Hey, what are you doing", Josh shouted? "Ok, sis, your turn", I told Melissa. With that, a grinning Melissa, jumped off the side of the bed and ran down to Josh's feet. She then started to untie his tennis shoes and slipped them off. Then she removed both of his white athletic socks. She started rubbing Josh's feet and giving them a great massage. Josh started to put up a little bit of a fight, but then he started to enjoy what was going on. "OK, you guys, I will be your slave", said Josh. I reached back and started to tickle Josh real hard and I found out just how ticklish he was as he was laughing like crazy. Melissa then moved up to the top of Josh's shorts. She rubbed her hand over his naked stomach and belly button. She then decided it was time. She was really glad that he didn't have a belt on that she would have to deal with. She opened the top button on his shorts and grasped the zipper and slowly pulled it down. Josh just relaxed and enjoyed everything that was happening to him.
Introduction: Amy just experienced her initiation into scat and pee fun. Now she wants to know more about Emily's and my brother and sister relationship. Emily, Amy and I were sitting on the floor of the dining room. Our mouths still holding the flavor of Emily's shit and our combined piss. Our kisses full of passion. Emily had asked who was going to go next..... Amy suspected that Emily and I had done more last night than just take advantage of her passed out asshole and asked. Emily and I haven't told Amy all of the details of our incestuous relationship.... Yet.... We looked at each other and then at Amy. Emily said, I got turned on when you told me what you want to do to Kevin. Amy's eyes were wide while listening to Emily's confession. And...???? Amy asked. Well I was turned on because I had thought about doing it too. Amy asked, Really....??? I've been thinking about it since shortly after you first farted in his face. I don't know why, but I've been thinking about it for so long and when we saw the video of the woman farting and shitting in the guy's mouth.... I almost came. Amy said that she did too.... but only got up enough nerve to admit it yesterday. My cock was throbbing from having my lust crush and my baby sister both completely nude and discussing their shared fantasy. Emily then continued with her confession. Well... I felt that I needed to talk to someone about it and I thought that Kevin is the only one who could possibly understand my feelings at all. Amy started rubbing her pussy while listening intently. I was gently squeezing and stroking my cock. Well... I knocked on Kevin's door and opened it. I saw Kevin jacking off and he was cumming right when I peeked in. I was already halfway in and didn't have enough sense to stop and back out. Amy was rubbing her wet little pussy harder when she heard that. My mind was flooding with the memories. I was feeling a little embarrassed.... but not too much. Anyway..... Emily went on. Kevin covered his cock and his cum with his sheet. I had to tell him what you said and I let the cat out of the bag. Now Amy was blushing a little. Emily couldn't stop talking about our rendezvous. I told him how it turned me on too, and he asked why. I didn't really think about what I was saying. I couldn't stop thinking about seeing him cum and told him my fantasy... along with yours. His cock was throbbing under his sheet and I felt my pussy getting wetter and I couldn't quit staring at the bulge in the sheet. Amy was moaning. Her fingers rubbing her clit in quick circles. She leaned back between my legs with my hard-on against her back. I reached around and played with her nipples while Emily kept reciting our adventure. I knew that I had to see his cock. My hand rested on it through the sheet...... Emily went on. Amy began shaking on the brink of an orgasm. My fingers were squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. I was listening to Emily and remembering the details vividly. I asked Kevin if I could see his cock, she said as she stared at Amy. I couldn't help myself. Kevin started pushing the sheet down and then made me pull it down the rest of the way. Oh God.... Amy moaned louder. She leaned back more, melting into my chest. I could tell that this was really turning her on. I did and the next thing I knew, I was sucking his balls and stroking his cock and then shoved my tongue up his ass. Emily was really getting into telling Amy our secret. Amy was soaking up the taboo factor. I couldn't resist putting his hard cock in my mouth, Emily said as she looked me in the eye and smiled. Then she looked back at Amy and told her how she took me down her throat. Amy was moaning loudly and was getting closer to cumming. Fuck Emily.... That's so fucking hot... Amy gasped. I kept sucking and took his cock further into my throat. I was obsessed with it. I wanted it all the way down my throat. Amy was really rubbing her clit hard now. Her moaning getting louder and her breathing faster. Then he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth and throat. I had two fingers in his asshole and wanted to feel Kevin cum in my mouth, Emily continued. Amy was rubbing her clit so hard and fast. Then he came in my throat and in my mouth. I swallowed every drop. I couldn't believe how much he had. Amy came so hard and was now laying down with her head on my lap with my cock in her hair. She came for a little while longer and then said that she couldn't cum anymore. Her legs were spread wide open with Emily now sitting between her knees. She was trying to catch her breath. I was still rolling her nipples between my fingers and slowly humping the back of her head. I asked Kevin what he was thinking about when he was cumming as I walked in. Then I spoke up and said that I had overheard part of their conversation and was thinking about Amy shitting on my tongue. Amy's legs spasmed. Our secret was almost too much for her. I told Emily that she should probably stop talking. I don't think she can take much more. Amy muttered to tell her later. I whispered in Amy's ear that her fantasy of shitting on me really turned me on. I want you to shit in my mouth, I whispered in her ear. Emily and I looked at each other and both smiled. Amy almost came again when I said that. Emily got up and brought the pitcher of pee and the glasses down to us. Amy was coming down from her orgasm and sat up a little but still leaned on me. I can't believe you two actually did what you said, Amy sighed. Emily smiled at Amy and leaned over and kissed her and then kissed me. Well... Maybe you did, she said. You used to be shy Kevin. But you haven't been shy at all since I got here yesterday. In fact.... Everything but.... I kissed Amy. I shoved my tongue in her mouth and passionately kissed her and told her that ever since I overheard their conversation and Emily confirmed it.... I felt like I was on cloud nine. I also told her that I knew that I was eating her shit in my Alfredo, but my disgusted look was just for her benefit. Amy looked up and grinned. She then admitted that she's had a crush on me for years. I kissed her again and told her that I've had a crush on her too. Emily was watching us. I knew it, she said. I've always known it. I started thinking that if Amy and I become an item, will Emily get jealous? I looked at Emily and saw that she looked happy seeing our true feelings out in the open. So Amy..... Do you want to live out your fantasy...??? I asked. You mean fantasies... ??? She responded while looking up in my eyes. You have other fantasies....??? I was grinning from ear to ear. My heart racing and my emotions surging. Only a few... She replied. I wanted to ask what they were, but I thought that I'll find out eventually. I raised my glass and said, To fantasies.... Emily and Amy raised their glasses and said, To fantasies.... After we drank, Amy asked me how I want her to fulfill her fantasy. I told her that I have been thinking about it a lot and I want her to sit on my mouth with my tongue shoved in her asshole while she pushes her shit right into my mouth with her shit pushing my tongue back out. Just like Emily did...... Amy looked at me and asked, Like Emily did....???? She paused and asked if I meant a little while ago when Amy and I both ate Emily's shit. I smiled and said, No... Yesterday a little while before you got here.... Amy looked at me and her mouth dropped open..... I glanced at Emily and back at Amy and smiled again......
I had become quite addicted to the hot sessions I'd enjoyed using the artifact. The small, smooth object had come to mean more to me than I ever imagined it would. There seemed to be no real damage done, however, as per my built in safeguard, and I had no doubt that once I had made an official separation from the object verbally, the addiction would be broken unless restarted. I had no desire to break the addiction though, at the moment, and I craved the endless variety of intense sexual release that the artifact afforded me. I still had a decent social life at the moment, but I was afraid that over time I might withdraw in an unhealthy way. That was in the future though, and I knew I had control over the object with my safeguards. As I lay down nude on my comfortable bed I felt quite relaxed. I had set the room temperature to be just right for an extended trip. The room was at about seventy-eight degrees...and I knew I would not experience chills or discomfort. After the initiation process I fell into a deep trance quickly...and as I did I could see a very slight green haze permeating the darkened room. This was normal, and I knew that the object was working properly. I arrived at the endless hallway...sitting in the travel cart...and decided I would take a more extensive tour to search for just the right experience. As I perused the thousands of doors along the way...I just couldn't believe the vast extent of sexual behavior that was possible. I knew that I was designing the content myself...subconsciously...and that I had a very nasty libido. I stopped finally, and began to read the door titles one by one. 'Toe sucking', 'Fucking the highschool cheerleaders', 'Sexual humiliation-maledom, 'Sexual humiliation-femdom', 'Forced cuntlicking'...'Forced breeding facility-femdom'. I paused at the last one...my dick was hard as a rock and stood out from my fly dripping cum on the hallway floor as I stroked it. I opened the door and stepped inside, and thought carefully. Suddenly two hooded quards appeared from nowhere and pulled me inside the room. They slammed the door shut hard and quickly secured my hands behind me. I was flabbergasted because I had not actually chosen the room and closed the door myself. Obviously the artifact had thrust me into an experience against my will, and I new then that I could never really trust it again, completely. I was whisked through a door into the next room...which turned out to be some kind of preparation room. One of them gave me a slight shock below my right ear using a long metal rod, and I was unable to move coherently after that...and stood there helplessly as the two hooded guards stripped me naked. Though I wore no clothing lying back on my bed at home...I was always fully clothed as I began my hallway searches. They sat me down on a special chair and strapped my legs and arms in tightly, to assure, I assumed, complete cooperation. Then one of them pulled out a hypodermic syringe and drew liquid from a vial. She squirted the tip in the air briefly and as one guard pulled my pecker forward stretching it painfully, the other swabbed near the base of my dick with alcohol. I wanted to move but couldn't and soon the tip of the needle was brought down to my penis and shoved into the hollow cavity of my corpus callosum. A trickle of blood showed and she injected the contents into my penis as the other held it outstretched. It stung a bit but wasn't as bad as I had imagined and she pinched the injection spot hard for a bit, and slowly stroked my near erect cock. Soon my peter was rock hard and draining semen as she expertly milked it to a very painful erection. The head skin was tight as a drum and my dick bobbed up and down involuntarily, flipping cum on the chair. I had never had a hardon like this, and my balls were aching, swollen with cum. They released me and walked me into another room, where, to my absolute shock, I saw ten naked women strapped doggie style into special restraint fixtures. They were all attractive, with perfectly formed asses, and their tits hung below them jiggling lightly as they moved. Their heads were secured in comfortable restraints, and their hands and arms were strapped securely also. I could see that they were probably comfortable from the way the fixtures were designed, and their chins rested on soft foam rubber pads. They were all breathing very heavily...obviously under the influence of some aphrodisiac...and cuntjuice dribbled from their hairy pussies, and dripped onto the surface below. Most of them were begging to be fucked...and a pretty nurse came in...and stood waiting for me. Ten cunts stood wide open to me, dribbling cream, and the guards took me over to the first captive woman, who was panting and using the most obscene language possible begging me for fuck her. The nurse spoke briefly to me as she roughly stroked my stiff prick, and at the same time plunged her latex gloved hand into the pretty lady's sopping fuckhole. By now I had regained coordinated movement again and the two guards stood ominously behind me with their shock devices drawn. You will impregnate all of these women as we watch, one by one, and if you not ejaculate into each of them, we will electrocute your penis and balls. I could see a restraint fixture over near the corner...and electric leads and probes which I'm sure were designed to produce great pain. The guards shoved me forward and as I held onto the woman's back, my stone hard pecker slid quickly into her tight, wet cunt. As they pushed me forward all my ten inches were shoved in...and I began fucking her like a stallion, bucking my hips in and out as my hard weiner probed her hairy hole. I yelled and got my nuts off quickly, shooting a thick wad of semen into her wet snatch. As I finished my load they pulled me to the next woman and I quickly mounted her, and fucked in deeply, feeling my hanging balls slap her asscheeks. She was in a frenzy now moving back against my huge prick and she milked me as I fucked her. I yelled again and pumped my hips forward emptying my load into her raunchy cunthole and the hot scum splattered out as my dick popped out. I went down the line and fucked each woman...looking intently at their raw buttholes as I porked them. The women's assholes opened and closed to the rythm of my fucking, and I could see brown, shiny traces of anal residue inside as I worked them. The nurse and guards were forcing me to hurry all the way and after five I began to have difficulty popping my load. It took me longer to get my nuts off each time but the perfectly formed asses in front of me made me cum eventually. My peter was still rock hard and dripping cum as I finished the eighth fuck. On the ninth piece of ass I was having just a bit of difficulty shooting my wad and the guards grabbed my hips and force fucked me...making obscene comments about fucking in general, and I groaned and bucked painfully as my ninth glob of dicksnot squirted into the tight hairy cunt. They forced me into my tenth session of hide the sausage, and gripped my ass painfully as they pushed me in and out. The nurse grabbed my sore balls and massaged them and shoved her finger up my ass as I fucked, and just as they were losing patience with me I yelled louder than anytime before, and forced out a load of nut juice into the throbbing fuck oriface. My legs gave way and the guards grabbed me and held me as I wobbled around, my poor peter still hard and stiff. The nurse slapped my ass hard and spoke with a snarl..."You have to reward them for their efforts now don't you asshole!", she barked...pushing down on my shoulders. "They gave you a good fuck, now you have to give them a little reward." I was on my knees now and they put a dog collar around my neck and pulled me roughly up to the first woman. "Clean her asshole out completely...then do all the rest of them. Remember what I told you about our electric treatment!" I crawled awkwardly to the first woman's nasty rear crack...and could see cum slowly draining out of her raw vagina as I stuck my nose between her spread cheeks. "Clean your cum from around her cunt...then eat her asshole", the nurse commanded, and she jerked the leash and forced my face into the wide open anal area. I dove in with my tongue extended and lapped several times smelling and tasting the brown stain. I ate it quickly, and the women threated me further as I did the dirty...and I think I had almost earned their approval by the time I finished my meal. I'd eaten my own cum from the outside of her sticky snatch, and all of the sticky brown substance around and inside her open hairy asshole. This was just the start though, and I was forced to go to the next woman, crawling like a dog, and tongue lap the mess in and below her puckered bunghole, until I'd eaten it all. By the time I had finished sucking the last hairy, smelly, farthole there was a thick brown ring around my mouth and the shit stain was up in my nose and all over my face. I know I'd eaten a few tablespoons of my own dickwad, and I was thoroughly disgusted with the whole experience. I was afraid I would be forced to do this for days or weeks but to my surprise, and great relief, they released me back into the front ante room after I'd finished my raunchy work. I waited there for my return to my real world, and admitted to myself that though I'd had a hot time here...I think I would have chosen to do it myself. I now knew that the artifact would trick me on occasion, and I would be thrust into unfamiliar areas, and this disturbed me greatly. I would have to give my future excursions careful thought. What freaked me out was the fact that underneath, I had designed the whole thing...and came to realize that this kind of experience was something that I desired on a highly subliminal level, and that's where the object would be taking me, regardless of my feelings of the moment.
Introduction: I liked looking at Bethany but I loved Jane. Fbailey story number 738 Plain Jane Or Beautiful Bethany Once upon a time a couple of months ago there were these two sisters, Jane and Bethany or as the kids in school called them…Plain Jane and Beautiful Bethany. Jane was fifteen years old and her younger sister Bethany was fourteen years old. As you can well imagine, Bethany was absolutely beautiful and every boy in school wanted to get in her panties. On the other hand Jane was just an ordinary girl that pretty much went unnoticed. Bethany had long curly blonde hair to her waist, big tits, and a hell of a body. If she wore blue jeans her ass was the object of desire. If she wore a short skirt everyone wondered about the spot where those long legs met. All of her tops showed off her ample boobs to their best. In fact there was nothing about Bethany that wasn't fabulous. Jane always wore baggy pants so you couldn't see much of her body and blouses that she buttoned up to her neck so we couldn't see her breasts. She usually wore her shoulder length auburn colored hair in a ponytail. She even wore hiking boots. So anyway a couple of months ago I went to a basketball game in our gym. Bethany was a cheerleader and I sat down next to Jane. For some reason I started up a conversation with Jane. She said, "Aren't you hitting on the wrong sister?" I replied, "First off, I wasn't hitting on you, I was merely having a conversation. Second Bethany it too pretty for her own good. Oh sure she is gorgeous and she knows it. A guy like me wouldn't stand a chance with a girl like that. Besides you are the one that I would seriously like to get to know better." Jane asked, "Are you buttering me up too get closer to Bethany? Other boys have tried that move before. I kicked one in the nuts so hard that he had to go to the hospital." I covered my balls and said, "No, I really like you. I have since the fifth grade." She asked, "Why did you wait until now to tell me?" I replied, "You aren't the friendliest girl and to tell the truth I'm kind of scared of you. Billy told me about you kicking him in the nuts. They had to cut one off but he never told his parents who did it. He said that it was a skateboarding accident." Jane said, "Okay! I'll go on a date with you. You keep your crummy hands off me and I won't have to hurt you. If all goes well, I might kiss you." Well things went well and I got a kiss. The following weekend I got a much nicer kiss. On our third date she jerked me off. On our fifth date she let me reach into her panties as long as all I did was cup her pussy…no finger fucking or exploring around while I was down there. On our sixth date she gave me a blowjob and it was great. On our seventh date she let me eat her pussy under the covers where it was dark. All I can say about her pussy's taste is, wow. Then last night was our eighth date. It was Saturday and my parents were away so we had the whole house to ourselves from early Saturday until late on Sunday. Jane wasn't going to sleep over but that changed. It seems that we really had a lot in common and we actually hit it off well. My parents installed a sunken hot tub in the living room along with a big screen television and a great sound system. Mom would wear a bikini in front of me but I had caught her lots of times grabbing a big towel before getting out. So when I asked Jane if she wanted to go in the hot tub naked and watch a dirty movie from my parent's collection, she said yes. Now let me tell you what I saw for the very first time…besides my first naked girl. Jane was not the least bit plain. In fact she was prettier that her sister and she had a better body. She kept that fact hidden from everyone, including me. Bethany may have had 34-C breasts but Jane had 36-DD. Jane was slightly bigger than Bethany was, but in all of the right places. Her nipples and areolas were dark, her breasts sagged, tilting her hard nipples upwards. Her belly was flat, her pussy mound was full, and her pussy lips were plump. When she turned and bent over she had a great ass and a wonderful asshole. I wanted to kiss it, lick it, and fuck it…but I was pretty sure that anal sex could wait. Anyway the movie was about two teenagers in love and experimenting with various sexual positions. Jane became quite interested and asked me if I was a virgin, I was. Then she told me that she was also. The next thing out of her mouth was, "I want to try that." I looked at the screen. The boy was standing up in the hot tub right between the girl's legs. The girl was floating on the bubbling water with her head resting on the side rail. He was thrusting into her violently and obviously filling her with his cum. I turned off the movie and stood up. Jane got up turned around and leaned back. She floated just like the girl in the movie. I waited for her to get her head up on a towel before moving into place. When I did though she relaxed, smiled at me, and closed her eyes. We had been in the hot water for about twenty minutes so she was wet enough already. I couldn't stick it in her without one last taste of her virgin pussy. I knew that I would never get another chance to do that. I knelt down holding her legs up and placing them on my shoulders. Then I leaned in and started eating her out. She went wild gyrating as I gave her an orgasm followed by another orgasm. When I stood back up Jane thanked me. Then she reached down and pulled my hard cock into her pussy. The head went in but stopped. Her hymen was still intact, nothing had ever been in her pussy before, not even a dildo or a carrot. I looked at her, not a word was said, then she smiled at me and I pushed the head of my cock the rest of the way into her. She didn't flinch or cry out at all. We made love…just like two people in love. Sure it was sex and I was fucking her but it was so much more than that. We had just become one, we had just experienced something wonderful, something that few people ever experience. She had just given me her ultimate sacrifice…her virginity…something that I would treasure for the rest of my life. There is no way of telling just how long we were connected that first time but it seemed like a lifetime. We made love three more times that Saturday. We made love four times on Sunday. We were in the hot tub, naked when my parents came home. Jane stood up and asked, "Would you two like to come in here with us? We need to talk." The End Plain Jane Or Beautiful Bethany 738
The sun shined down brightly on a beautiful green valley, an old volcanic crater, surrounded by wooded mountains. The majority of the valley was filled with a huge, deep mountain lake glittering in the sun. The lake reflected the surrounding mountains and a few white fluffy clouds. It's surface was marred only by the wake of a canoe paddling gently across it's calm waters, and the reflection of a great dark hulking saucer floating high above it. The tiny village, made up of tepee's and wooden hogans, was located near the edge of the lake. It's people went about their daily routine, oblivious to the great saucer in the sky. It was a site they had grown up with, and seen almost daily. It was comforting. But the villagers called the saucer the Great Hat, because it bore a strong resemblance to a hat worn by their ancestors. A group of men fished from the bank of the lake. Women and children with baskets picked fruits and berries from the surrounding mountains. Both men and women tilled the huge garden just beyond the village. The garden provided most of their food. The surrounding mountains and the great saucer above, provide the remainder. Even among all the industrious work in and around the village, there was still ample time for play. Men and women frolicked in the lake, and the nearby meadow, laughing, chasing, and loving. Children looked on and followed their examples, learning proper reproduction at an early age, to please the Great Hat. On Fornecia people passed the time by either one of two things, gathering food, or making love. A strikingly beautiful blonde woman was being chased across the meadow by an equally attractive and blonde man. They stopped beneath the shadow of the Great Hat, then laughing, plunged onward. Cassey squealed breathlessly when she saw Thin catching up. She laughed, turning to sprint through the tall grass and daises of the valley meadow. Thin watched the left cheek of her ass protruding from the ragged raccoon skin she used as a skirt. Her naked, full, large breasts bounced enticingly on her chest. Thin's cock was hard, wagging painfully inside his own deer skin loincloth. Cassey was a beautiful girl, with long blonde hair and tanned skin. She was healthy, but then again they were all healthy. Thin could never remember any Fornecian growing ill and dying. The Great Hat would provide medicine long before illness could strike. There was no death on Fornecia. Only health, happiness, and sex, lots of sex. Fornecians commonly had sex up to six or seven times a day. The Great Hat seemed to encourage this. Fornecian's were the willing subjects of the Great Hat. The Great Hat provided food, implements needed for everyday life, and advice if it was properly petitioned. The only goal of the Fornecians was to be happy until they attain the age of ascension, then they could reap the wealth of their hard-earned retirement. When a Fornecian reached the age of 16 to 18, they were taken up to the Great Hat on a glowing beam of light. The Great Hat was their guardian and protector. It was known fact that those who rose to meet the Great Hat lived out their lives in pampered luxury. If he had thought of it, Thin might wonder why no adults were left on Fornecia to raise their young. He also might have added up his summers and realized that both he and Cassey had nearly attained the age of ascension. He might of began planning, possibly worrying about all the possibilities. He might wonder why Cassey's five previous offspring had been taken from her to be raised, until the age of 5, on the Great Hat. But with a soft attractive ass such as Cassey's in front of him, he only thought of Cassey. "Stop, I'm getting tired," Thin yelled. "If you tire me too much, I will have no strength left to pleasure you." "Who said I wanted to be pleasured by you?" she laughed, running in circles before him. "Who else has pleasured you in the past 10 summers?" he laughed, slumping to the ground. "Ten?" she seemed startled. "At least. Maybe more. We started early, remember?" "Yeah, we did, didn't we," she said thoughtfully. She slumped to the ground next to Thin. Thin lunged forward and pressed his nose against her soft, pliable ass. She giggled, but remained in place as he pressed his long, narrow nose against her sweet asshole, as if trying to burrow it's way inside her. He finally pulled back and licked her spinster lovingly. She shivered and pressed back against his face. The slight trace of sweat gave her ass and pussy a sultry, forbidden scent and taste. The Great Hat decreed that all Fornecians must keep themselves spotlessly clean. Those who did not follow this rule could find themselves the target of cold, stinging, mediciny water dropped from above. The Great Hat kept track of such things. The Great Hat was omnipotent. Thin slid his face down until his mouth encountered her sweet, blonde pussy. He licked her diligently. She liked being loved from behind. He liked loving her that way. Her ass was her very best asset. He straightened and pressed his hard cock into the crack of her ass. Her ass felt good against his hips as he pressed his hard cock against her pussy, parted her velvety lips, and pushed hard to impale her. She gasped as he plunged up inside her hot, moist love canal. "I think you've grown," she gasped, in time with his massive thrusts. "No, I've reached the age of ascension, I've quit growing," he said absently, then stopped in mid-thrust. His mind began churning over the hundreds of illicit rumors about the Great Hat. One in particular about their growth. Gasping at the loss of his thrusting cock, Cassey began pushing back against him, picking up the tempo herself. "Sorry," Thin said, kissing her left ear as he continued his pistoning strokes. "That feels so good," she sighed, wiggling her ass against his crotch as he fully inserted himself. "Do you think they have lot's of sex on the Great Hat?" she mused, looking up at the sky. Sure enough, there was the great hovering saucer, faithfully positioned above them. It rarely left. Were they watching Cassey and Thin now? Cassey never thought she'd be embarrassed by the presence of the Great Hat before. Suddenly, she felt very uncomfortable. "Thin, do you think they are watching? What would the adults do up there?" "I don't know," he gasped as he slid his cock in and out of her velvety lips. He shuddered and closed his eyes as the intense pleasure crept from his crotch throughout his entire body. Heat burned in his ass, his loins were molten pools of liquid fire. He knew he was building to a fantastic orgasm. He reached around Cassey and grasped her ample breasts. Even after five kids she was still physically perfect. Her waist was slender, despite her ample breasts and full ass. She was magnificent. Her short, compact body felt good against his hips and chest. Her firm breasts felt glorious in his hands. Her pussy grasped his cock like a hand in a glove. "They could be watching," she said objectively. "We'd never know." "Oh God!" Thin screamed. Shut up about the Great Hat, will you. I'm about to orgasm." "Go ahead," she said as she relaxed on the grass. "I'm not in the mood, but your body feels good against mine. I just wish you would quit jolting me. The grass burns my skin." "On no," Thin moaned, trying to concentrate on her sweet ass. He felt the fire building slowly, his balls burned with intense heat. He should have cum already, but her annoying chatter was delaying him. They had been at it for over 30 minutes now. His first impulse was to go on without her, but his pride wanted her to cum too. "Oh yes, that does feel good," she said, nuzzling her face into the crook of her soft arm. "I hope we ascend together," she sighed. Thin could hold off no longer. It was obvious that Cassey, for the first time he had known her, would not cum. He was very disappointed, but his cock needed relief. He suddenly stiffened and pressed his body tightly against hers. He shuddered as his cock emptied it's contents into her how, moist pussy. Finally he collapsed behind her, totally exhausted. "All done?" she asked brightly. "Yeah, I'm done," he said in disappointment. Maybe it was time to find a new partner. He still grew hard at the very sight of Cassey, and his blood boiled when he saw other's looking at her, but maybe it was time for his ascension. Maybe he had grown up enough to move on, look for other mates. "Thin?" "Huh," he was startled back to reality. He knew she had been talking to him, but he'd missed her meaning. "Can we talk about ascension? It's nearly time, you know." "Yeah. And I think they are right, everyone's time runs out when they stop growing. What does that mean, Cassey? Why take people up to the Great Hat, when they finish growing. What happens?" "Well, they stop growing." "And what does that mean? How does that change a person?" he asked intensely. "I guess... I guess it really doesn't. The only change would be that they continue feeding us, but we no longer get larger." "Yeah. And what would that signify? Why would that matter?" he asked, suddenly ashen. "I don't know, you tell me," she said, suddenly impatient. "Think about growing things. Think about a tree. You plant a seed and it grows to full height. Would you kill it?" "No, of course not... except maybe for it's lumber." "And a carrot. You plant a carrot and it reaches full size. Would you pluck it from the ground?" "Sure, if it was done grow... Oh God, Thin, what are you saying?" "Long ago people ate meat. I'm sure the rumors were true," he said, looking at the Great Hat. "What's that got to do with us?" "We are meat," he said, grasping her hand and gripping it tightly. "No!" she shouted. "Yes. Meat comes from animals. Meat has blood and fat. We are meat," Thin gasped. "Oh Thin, do you know what that means?" Cassey screamed. "It means that they could be farming us for food. It's the only thing that makes sense." "No, Thin, no!" she turned away. "We've had friends," she looked up at the Great Hat again. "I know, dam it, I know," he wailed. "What can we do?" she asked helplessly. "Hide? Run away?" "Would... would that work? Have others run?" "I think so. It's never discussed, but I believe people have disappeared before they ascend." "Maybe we could leave when the Great Hat is not in the sky." "It only leaves after three full moons. How long since the last time?" "I... right after Sheena ascended. Almost three moons now. It was in the winter." "So it's due to leave. But how long do we have? And if it only leaves after picking up the adults, we may have no time at all. The light could come on at any time and lift us up. It only left AFTER Sheena ascended," he reminded her. "Thin, I'm afraid," Cassey moaned. "I know. Let's try to act normal while we figure things out. After all, we could have several moons left, perhaps several seasons." "Ok," she said hesitantly. She meekly followed him toward the village. They found Lefa, the most prolific child bearing woman in the village, surrounded by lovers. Thin paused, feeling his cock hardening in his loincloth. He seldom made love twice in one hour, because it tended to chafe his loins. But anybody could make an exception for Lefa. She was such a tease. At the moment she sucking Regen's cock, as he knelt with one leg on each side of her chest. Rytha and Dianne were sucking on her ample, milk-filled breasts, taking their daily sustenance from her breasts, while she fingered each pussy with her outstretched hands. Her fingers were wet, coated with pussy juice, so they must have been at it for some time. And of course Lefa favorite concubine, Ezel, was lapping heartily between her legs. Ezel was a younger, blonde version of Lefa. Lefa had light brown hair and the most ample figure in the village. Since the age of ten she had steadily born a child, with a total of 7 in all. She was the third member of the village to reach the age of ascension. Thin planned on speaking to her, after he gave Cassey a good fuck. "I need you," Thin whispered into Cassey's golden hair. "Me too," she gave him a quick smile and knelt in the grass near Lefa's feet. She too wanted to watch Lefa while she fucked. They had done it before, often. Lefa was so sexy. She had a full figure, huge breasts and hips to match. Her soft lips were legendary. There were few people in the village, who had not kissed them. Lefa liked to kiss. Lefa liked sex. She had joined Thin and Cassey many times, and each time was magnificent. "Oh, I can feel you draining my breasts," Lefa whispered. Her breasts had been continually milking since her third child. They were a wonderful form of entertainment, and nourishment. "You've started a fire in my pussy, Ezel, now you must put it out," she smiled down at the plump blonde girl before taking Regen's cock into her mouth again. Regen gave a whining cry as the hot lips encircled his manhood. She fingered each pussy rapidly, while she bobbed on Regen's cock. Ezel's mouth worked diligently on her pussy. She licked and pulled at the pink, rubbery flesh then sucked the dark fuck hole for it's juices. Lefa rose up off the ground, thrusting her pussy against Ezel's mouth as she sucked her pussy dry. In a moment Ezel resumed her lapping, but this time she began on Lefa's clit. Everyone knew the end was near. Lefa was getting very violent. She had three fingers thrust up inside Rytha and Dianne, thrusting violently. Rytha and Dianne cried lightly, but continued drinking from Lefa's huge breasts. Her breasts were now visibly empty. They hung down on her chest like deflated balloons. In a few hours they would be full again and ready for the next customers. Lefa loved nursing, especially during sex. Thin pumped his cock in and out of Cassey's still juicy pussy. She was down on her hands and knees, less that three feet from Lefa's pussy, watching intensely, while Thin slammed into her naked ass. Her skin skirt was thrown up on her back. Her golden ass glinted in the sunlight, generating more than one jealous glance. Many in camp resented Thin and Cassey's monogamous relationship. Sexual freedom was a way of life to the Fornecians. Regen began panting loudly. He held Lefa's head in his hands and pumped his huge cock into her mouth. He was only seconds from an orgasm now. His eyes rolled back into his head. He tipped his head back and moaned, then stiffened as his orgasm struck. "Oh yes," he screamed as his cock pumped cum into Lefa's lips. Her hot sucking lips greedily sought each spurt and drop of cum, savoring it like a precious wine. She drank enthusiastically, not realizing that her own orgasm was only seconds away. Caught unawares, she stiffened with wide eyes, jerked her mouth aside and screamed. Her back arched and her ass rose up off the ground. The girls rode her stiffened fingers to bring on their own orgasm. She didn't even seem to notice. Her eyes went to Cassey as her orgasm seemed to go on and on. Cassey was still staring into her eyes when her own orgasm struck. She panted and squealed. Thin intensified his attack to cum with her. He was a little late, but it didn't matter. In a moment tired, satisfied people began to fall on the grass, on or near Lefa. She smiled at her friends. She took her juice coated fingers and fed them to each girl belonging to the juice. The girls sucked eagerly, clearing off every last drop of sweet fluid. "A wonderful day," Lefa said to Cassey. "But you look troubled." "I..." Thin nudged her into silence. "I will explain later," Cassey whispered. Lefa nodded with an odd look. Thin moaned, rolling in the furs. He rolled into his roommate Theo, who pushed him harshly aside. Thin dreamed of many things, including apples which grew to fruition and were plucked and eaten by the Great Hat. Eventually he found himself hanging on the tree. He heard a noise behind him and turned to find Cassey hanging on the tree as well. Even as he looked a great hand came down and plucked her. He watched her struggling body being thrust toward a great open mouth full of white teeth. The mouth closed and Cassey screamed. "Get off me!" Theo yelled, elbowing Thin in the ribs. Thin came awake just as the elbow struck him in the stomach. He turned and struck out. He felt his hand hit solid meat and bone. Theo groaned in the dark. Thin quickly found the lamp and lit it. Theo was laying on his skins with blood running from his nose. "What is the matter with you?" Theo demanded. "You hit me." "Of course I hit you, you were groaning and rolling around. I couldn't sleep." Thin felt a little pride, and entirely too little remorse. Theo was well-known for striking others due to snoring, teeth-grinding, and nightmares. It was the first time that Theo had been struck back. "You hit me!" Theo said again. "Shut up or I will hit you again. Other's are sleeping," he growled as he held the wet cloth against Theo's nose. Theo shut up, sniffling as he blotted the blood from his face. "You were having nightmares," Theo said defensively. "My choice. They are my nightmares. Next time keep your hands to yourself." Theo nodded, blotting the dripping blood from his mouth. "What were you dreaming?" he finally asked. Theo could never remember having a bad dream. "It's... none of your business. Theo, do you remember anybody leaving before ascension?" "Leaving? Leaving what?" "Leaving here. Has anybody run away before they could be taken to the Great Hat?" "No... maybe. Why?" "I think... never mind." "Are you thinking about that stupid rumor?" Theo scoffed. "Yes." "That's ridiculous." "Why? Which part is ridiculous?" "The whole thing. Why would they raise us as... food," Theo finished in a whisper. "Why not? Think about the circumstances. Compare it to other things, grapes, squash, carrots, apples. Where is the difference? You raise it to peak size, harvest it and eat it. Feeding anything beyond it's maximum size is a waste of resources, and we are never fed beyond reaching our optimal size. We are plucked at the exact moment that we reach our normal adult proportions." "Why... I don't know," Theo said in a stricken voice. "But everybody knows..." "They know the rumors spread by other ignorant people before. Nobody comes back, nobody knows for sure. Why is nobody allowed to return, unless they can't return? The energy expenditure required to take people up to the Great Hat, would be less than that required to return them," Thin pointed out. "And, why does the ship leave after Ascension, at about the same time each year? Where would they go, what would they do? Dispose of the food they have already processed?" Thin asked ruthlessly. "You are frightening me," Theo gasped, looking around at the darkness. "Good. Now once more, have others escaped?" "Yes, a few." "Where do they go?" "South, supposedly to a great ocean. I've heard that there is a settlement there. It's supposed to be full of old people who do not wish to... retire on the Great Hat," Theo swallowed convulsively. "Good, then Cassey and I will leave in the morning," Thin said with finality. "What... what if others would like to come?" Theo whispered. "They can follow later. We must be discrete. If we all try to leave, the Great Hat will intervene." "Just me and my friend Rytha," he begged. "Later. You have nothing to fear, you have not reached the age of ascension. Lefa should go," Thin mused. Thin laid on his furs and tried to sleep. But sleep wouldn't come. He heard the breathing around him, including the nervous breathing of Theo just inches away. Theo was a bully, but he was also a coward. He would try to come too. How could Thin stop him? "It's cold," Cassey said, rubbing her arms. I should have brought a wrap. "Exercise will warm us. Have you seen Lefa?" "She's saying her goodbyes," Cassey nodded. "I told her to say nothing to nobody," Thin groaned. "She couldn't do that. People look up to her." "I suppose. I just wish she would hurry." "Here she comes now," Cassey said happily. She wrapped her arms around Lefa as she appeared. Lefa looked unhappy. "Let's go," Thin hissed in the darkness. It was near mid night or mid morning. The moon could rise at any moment. They needed to be out of the valley when it did. "I... There are a few other's," Lefa said in fear. "What?" Thin roared. "They insisted on coming with me, I couldn't stop them," Lefa said as other shapes appeared out of the darkness. The hair stood up on the back of Thin's neck when he saw at least 20 people standing around them. He groaned and looked up at the area devoid of stars. Were they awake? Could they see in the darkness. Surely they would search, with so many missing. "We can't," Thin wailed. "We must," Cassey said, pulling the corner of Lefa's wrap around her own body. "Let's go," Thin said in a resigned voice. They had taken less that 100 steps when the dreaded white light came on. It stared wide around them, then narrowed, pushing everyone together with an invisible field of force. Thin felt the hairs of his arms and his head, being yanked almost to the point of ripping them out. His clothes hung above him as if gravity had reversed itself. His feet suddenly left the ground. Some screamed, other's laughed, caught up in the rapture of the myth. Thin was so afraid, he nearly fainted. He looked down at the dwindling village below him. He saw several people between him and the village, struggling as they rose. Thin looked up to see the bottom of the ship now open. A reddish-orange light lit the interior. Smoke drifted from the bottom of the ship. Thin saw something, not sure of what it was until they drew closer. In horror he realized that he was looking at a being. This was no heavenly creature, it was a nightmare. A creature encased in a spiked reddish shell, with a trace of smoke coming from the shell and eyes that glowed yellow in a red, leathery face. Heat radiated from the open bowels of the ship. Other's began screaming. Thin looked for Cassey. She was still next to Lefa, only a few feet away. She reached toward him, horror twisting her beautiful face into a mask. Her mouth worked wordlessly. He could see the fear and anguish in her eyes. Thin knew how this nightmare would end. He only hoped it would end quickly. As everyone hovered inside the ship, the opening began to close beneath them. As it did they fell to the deck. An invisible force lifted Lefa off the deck and pulled her toward a small booth to one side. She screamed, reaching for her nearest friend, but they were separated by an invisible field. Thin looked helplessly around. He could see several red shelled creatures milling around on the catwalks above them. None seemed to be paying attention to what went on below. Thin made an attempt to escape. An invisible field knocked him back to the metal deck. He smelled blood and urine on the deck. It was the floor of a slaughter house. He stood in time to see Lefa's struggling body being pulled into the little metal booth. As she was, the small door closed behind her, locking her struggling body inside. She struggled for a moment, then stopped, looking at her fellow Fornecians over her right shoulder. The sudden whine of machinery startled her. Before she knew what was happening a series of large spinning blades entered the booth from all angles. Her frightened eyes widened as her head tilted forward and fell to the deck. It was soon followed by her arms, legs, and intestines. Thin watched in complete horror as the assorted parts of her dissected body fell to the deck along with a bucket full of blood. A fine mist came down inside the booth washing the blood away. A metal flapper came out of the wall and swept her body parts into an opening in the wall. Lefa was gone. Thin backed away from the scene of horror. He felt cold metal against his back. He turned to find that the invisible field did not keep him away from the wall, it only kept him away from the others. He found two buttons and a series of wheels and levers behind him. He had been hoping to find a weapon. In a simplistic society he was not familiar with levers and buttons. But the different materials set them apart from the walls of the ship. In desperation he began pounding on buttons, pulling levers, and shortly afterwards he worked out how to turn the wheels. A loud banging sound issued from somewhere inside the ship. The croak of the evil creature's language grew louder. He looked up to see several shelled creatures hurrying down ladders. The Fornecians were suddenly allowed to flock together. The field was no longer in place. "Find weapons!" Thin shouted. "Kill them before they can kill you," he pointed at the approaching creatures. He turned and continued turning wheels. Regen suddenly appeared at his side. Upon seeing how Thin turned the wheels, he stood at the endless bank of wheels and began turning some as well. Another loud banging began, and Thin realized it was an alarm. Something they were doing was causing pandemonium throughout the ship. And anything bad for the ship, had to be good for the Fornecians. Thin started to turn when he heard screams behind him. A hand touched his shoulder. He flinched and spun around. It was Cassey. Behind them the shelled creatures had reached the Fornecians. Some men were striking the shelled creatures with all manner of clubs. The shelled creatures grabbed the arms of many and pulled them along. The great heat of their bodies was burning the Fornecians where they touched them, and causing even more horror. "Turn them," Thin hissed at Cassey. I don't know what it does, but it is doing something. Hurry." A third, even louder noise began. It was repeated all over the ship. The first of a series of explosions sounded far away inside the ship. A second came just as the ship lurched sickeningly. People fell. The shelled creatures struggled to keep their balance. They were approaching Thin and his friends. Thin intensified his attack on the wheels. A louder explosion sounded. The ship lurched again, then began to fall. There were more screams, followed by deathly silence as everyone became weightless. The sound of splashing water against the hull was followed by their deceleration. The ship seemed to bounce on the water, then began a slow turn upside down. In desperation, Thin ran for the far wall, pulling Cassey behind him. He knew the floor was about to become the ceiling. He found himself near the booth where Lefa had been slaughtered. He fell against the wall as the ship continued to turn. Suddenly it was over. The ship had settled on the lake, upside down because of it's shape. A deathly silence settled over the ship. The sound of a few whimpers and cries for help, filtered through the large room. Thin hurried over to the upside down catwalk. He looked over the side to see the shelled creatures laying on their backs, struggling to stand. Some appeared dead, but several were still moving. Thin found a sharp instrument lying on the catwalk behind him. He grabbed the three foot long wrench with the sharpened end and leaped down next to the first struggling creature. He raised the wrench high above his head and brought the sharpened end down on the base of the creature's throat. It struggled and died, oozing steaming green blood. "You see, they can be killed," he yelled at the humans who still lived. "Kill them and free yourselves." Thin handed the wrench to Hugh and searched for more levers and buttons. It stood to reason, since the buttons and levers controlled things, there should be one which opened the huge metal doors. He found a bank of colored glass buttons. He surveyed them for a moment, then began pushing every last button, from top to bottom. Many alarms and bells sounded, but finally the huge metal doors began to open. Afraid that the ship may be under water, Thin grabbed Cassey's and dragged her toward a series of pipes. They climbed the pipes until they reached the opening. The Great Hat was now upside down in the middle of the lake. It was high above the water line. A huge explosion nearly knocked Thin off his feet and into the deep hole of the ship. He struggled to maintain his balance. He looked down into the dark hole and yelled. "Up here," he called. "Escape while you can." He heard answering calls. He didn't wait around to see if they escaped or not, his job was to get Cassey to safety. Thin didn't wait around to answer the questions of his fellow villagers. They would be told of the horrors inside the Great Hat by others. Thin wanted to escape. Others would ask where he was, and follow him before a next Great Hat could arrive. Thin filled a pack with food from the central food storage. He took a selection of seeds and a few tools and weapons. He divided the weight between two packs, handed the smaller to Cassey and shouldered the larger himself. Among the questions and confusion they started toward the little-used pass, leading out of the valley. Thin made plans as they plodded silently up the pass. They would make another village, one where there was no Great Hat. They would then warn the others. Thin had heard rumors that there were many Great Hat's hovering around Fornecia. He must spread the word, he must tell everyone how to destroy the... ships. Everyone must know what the hovering ships were, and how to destroy them before even one more life was taken. "Thin, what will we do?" Cassey called from behind him. "We will do what has to be done," he said, resettling his pack and climbing the trail, without looking back.
Introduction: The start of a new beginning When Damien Jones looked into the mirror, he liked what he saw. At 20 standing at exactly 6'2, 190 pounds and a smooth brown skin tone, with he knew all that time spent in the gym over the summer had been worth it. He had a well defined body. The hours he spent lifting as well as doing muay thai and jui jitsu at his gym, Wolfpak, had paid off. Now as he began his first year at college in New Hampshire, away from all his friends and family back home in Long Beach, he was ready to start fresh, to begin his new life. He finished shaving, and returned back to his room to get dressed. He put on a pair of light blue jeans and a red button up shirt. Rolling up the sleeves to his elbows and putting on a pair of white Nikes, he couldn't wait for the first day of classes to begin. Orientation had shown him that this school would be something worth remembering, he just knew it. The girls were extremely attractive, and he had met a couple of dudes that seemed pretty cool too. He walked into the kitchen of his apartment, grabbed an apple and headed downstairs to his pride and joy, his 95 Z28. Most people didn't understand why he loved his car so much; it was old, no doubt. But the classic cars that everyone loved today were, at one point in time, at an awkward time stage where they were 17 years old and basically forgotten about. But when they got to be 30-40 years old, they suddenly became collector's pieces. He was just making sure he had it from the get go. And it wasn't like it was a rust bucket. He had ported and polished the heads, dropped a performance camshaft in, put in a cold air intake, ceramic header back exhausts, a high stall torque convertor, a supercharger, and cheater slick tires. All together it was putting about 470 hp to the rear wheels. Not to mention the suspension was completely redone, the interior was re upholstered and a beautiful mix of black and purple with the paint job being a tough matte black. He did love his car, working on it for 5 years and paying for it by working at this meat packing factory back home. He got in the car, put the key in the ignition and turned the car over. It roared to life as a gaggle of girls walked across the street. Damien could see in the rear view mirror them jump at the sound of the beast and how they looked at on in awe and excitement. He put on his sunglasses, and said to himself, "Yea, this is going to be a good year." Damien started on as the professor at the head of the class was going on about the syllabus for the year. Trigonometry was his first class of the day, and he knew he was fucked. Math had never been his strong suit and he had barely passed trig in high school. As he listened to the older man drone on about how the class would be conducted, Damien let his eyes wander around the lecture hall. There were a lot of really good looking girls in this class, he thought to himself. He already knew that this subject was going to be an uphill battle in the rain, but he might he a couple of hook-ups out of it. The professor dismissed the class and he stood up and walked toward the exit. As he was just out the door, a voice behind him called out, "Hey Damien!" He turned around to see Max, a guy he had met during orientation walking up to him. "What's up bro" Damien replied "I didn't see you in there". "Yea, I was up in the back talking with a couple of really hot chicks. There's a party Friday at one of their friends houses out in Student Housing, you down?" "Fucking A right, I'm game" Damien said. "What do you have next?" To which Max replied, "English 101." Damien glad he had a class with someone he knew said, "Sweet, I've got that one too". As the pair walked towards the building of their next class, they couldn't help but notice all the coeds, the hot coeds all around them. There was a group of girls over by some picnic tables, a couple playing Frisbee with some guys under the trees, they were everywhere. "So many choices, so little difference." Max said as they watched they delectable females. "My goal this year is to bang as many of them as I possible can without getting herpes." "Well, there certainly isn't a shortage, so good luck with that" Damien said laughing as they arrived at the building. They walked in, found their lecture hall and got seats in the back of the room. As people started to pile, Max and Damien spotted three more guys they met at orientation who came up to sit with them. Jake, a lanky white boy with blonde hair, blue eyes was one of those guys who should have grown up on the beach. He even talked with the surfer cha voice. Keegan, was a large Russian fellow, even taller than Damien by a couple of inches, and massively built but gave off that vibe that he wouldn't harm a fly until you fucked with him…then he'd tear your head off. And then there was Ricardo. He was a shorter guy, full on Spaniard and even had the accent and slicked back hair to go with it. The five of them caught up on the last couple of days while people continued to pour into the room. Then Keegan asked Damien, "Hey did you see that martial arts place right off campus?" Damien ears perking up replied, "No, I didn't know there was any place like that around here." "Yea, they teach jay jetsu or something like that. "Haha, you mean Jiu Jitsu? Damn, definitely didn't know about that." Damien replied. "Well, I'm going to check it out around 6 tonight. You want to come? You've done that kind of stuff before right?" Keegan asked. "Yea, I know a little, I'll come with you." Damien was however, being quite modest. Back home he had been doing muay thai and jui jitsu for about 4 years. His stand up was good, but it was on the ground where he shined. He had gone to tournaments and competitions winning a good majority of them for the division he entered in including the Abu Dhabi, which is a prestigious grappling tournament known world wide and he placed second in that tourney for his division. He mind wandered off, thinking about that night and excited to have found another gym so quickly. He hoped that it would pan out and have good instructors and not be one of those dime a dozen gyms. Just then the professor for that class walked in and began his introduction. But Damien mind was else where; his mind was on the mat. Damien and Keegan pulled into the parking of the gym. In neon letters above the facility were the words Salvatore Bros. "This is the place?" Damien asked and Keegan nodded his head. They both got out and head towards the door. When they walked inside they were immediately greeting by the sound of a lecture being given. There was an older lady at the front desk, around 50 with grey hair crow's feet around the eyes, but a warming smile on her face. "Hello, can I help you?" she asked. Damien said to her, "Hi, me and my friend here are new to the area so we thought we'd check your gym out." "Oh well its not my gym, it belong to my husband and his brother. They're giving a lesson right now, there are chairs on the mat, and you can go sit in and watch." "Thank you very much ma'am. Come on lets go." Damien said turning to Keegan. The duo walked around the corner towards the mat. There was a line of chairs along the wall where the two sat. In the center of the mat where two older gentlemen who Damien assumed to be the Salvatore brothers and they were demonstrating a triangle choke crank. As the two watched on, Keegan leaned over to Damien and asked "What is he doing?" Damien explained. "For that move the attacked has his opponent in a triangle choke. But because he's resisting the submission, the attacked lifts his hips and shifts opposite to the outside leg. Then, placing the top of his foot inside his opponents crotch, he sinks his hips down and sits up which doubles the pressure on the neck and immediately forces the opponent to tap out or have his neck broken." As on cue, one of the brothers demonstrates the move and as soon as it was locked in, the other brother tapped the mat. "Damn, that shit looks like it hurts" Keegan stated wincing. "Yea, it definitely is not fun" Damien replied. The brothers broke the circle sending everyone out to practice the technique, while the two of them approached Damien and Keegan. "Hows it going boys?" one of the brothers said to them. "My name is Stephen Salvatore and this is my brother Damon. You guys new around here?" Keegan spoke up, feeling a little out of his element, "Yes sir, we both just started school down the road." Damon replied, "Yea we get a lot of the students who like to come in from time to time. As you can see, we have a pretty diverse group here." As Damien looked around he saw black, white, male, female, younger and older. It was a pretty diverse, a good sign, meaning that they didn't just cater to douchebags who just want to fuck shit up. As he continued to look around, Stephen exclamation snapped him out of his observation. "Hey wait a minute I know you. Ummm, Damien Jones right?" "Uh yea, how did you know that?" Damien asked, puzzled. "The Abu Dhabi last year, you were in the 180s. I followed your matches and I have to say I was thoroughly impressed. You are extremely gifted. Shame you didn't take first." Stephen said. "Wow, I didn't even think some one would remember from a tournament a year ago." Damon spoke up, "No, I remember you now to, the last match, that was one of the best matches I've seen. I rooted for you the entire time." Damien was glad he was dark skinned, he hated the thought of people seeing him blush. The brothers turned their attention to Keegan, the elephant in the room. "And what about you son? Why so quiet?" Stephen asked. "To be honest sir, this is the first time seeing anything like this. I guess this is kind of what a fish out of water feels like, only you know…without the dying." "Damon and Stephen both laughed, Damon then reassuring the gentle giant, "Come on son, lets sit down and let me tell you a little about jiu jitsu." Damien slapped his friend on the back and said, "Don't worry you'll be alright man." As Damon and Keegan walked to the far end of the chairs to sit down, Stephen asked Damien if he wanted to roll around a bit. "A lot of the people in right now aren't too experienced but I don't believe in separating them from the more advanced guys, it helps them learn. So there a couple people in here who should be able to keep up with you…for a little while at least." Stephen chuckled to himself and again Damien was glad to be black. "I doubt it sir, I'm rusty, and they could probably kick my ass." He said. "Nonsense!" Stephen exclaimed, "Your kind of talent doesn't just disappear. In fact I'm going to have you grapple one of my best, if not best. That is if you want." Damien couldn't deny the urge he felt to roll around on the mat. "Absolutely. But I not entirely prepared, I didn't bring any gear " he said feeling a bit ashamed he didn't foresee this happening, either way he wanted to end up on the mat tonight and the fact that he didn't bring his gear made it a little mad at himself. Stephen waved his hand, "Go see my wife up front, she'll set you up." Damien turned and walked back towards the front, to the receptionist desk and relayed Olaf's message. The woman left for a minute and returned with a black long sleeve rash guard, a pair of shorts and a mouth piece. "Here you go, the Men's changing room is just that way" she said pointing him in the right direction. "Thank you ma'am" he replied walking towards the changing room. He quickly changed over, his adrenaline beginning to pump, his heart rate racing at the thought of getting on the mat. He laughed at himself, no matter how many times he grappled; it always felt like the first time to him. He walked back out of the bathroom, the cold tile under his feet and leaving his clothes on the bench next to the front counter. He walked back out to the mat and over to Stephen and said, "I'm ready. Let's do this." Stephen laughed a deep hearty laugh, "I love the eagerness. Alright, I'll oblige. Donovan, where are you at?" A feminine voice behind him said, "Over here." Damien turned around and his jaw dropped. What a sight to behold. Tall, as she was almost eye level with him, brown eyes, with blond hair that hair brown streaks in, that was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. Cute small little nose, with these full lushes lips. She was extremely busty, that much was evident, as she was wearing a compression shirt like his, but her chest still protruded quite a bit. His eyes traveled downward, her waist went inward and then exploded outwards, her hips were large and round, and she was in Sprawl fight shorts which hide the figure. She had to be packing an ass. And her legs were thick, that led down to feet with cute pink colored toenails with flowers on the big tow. "You gonna fucking stare all night or you going to get your ass kicked?" this knock growled at him in menacing voice. Even though she had just threatened him, her voice made Damien stir in his shorts. She walked past him, bumping her shoulder into him hard as she did it, to the center of the mat. Stephen laughed again and said, "Good luck son". He followed her and noticed her ass. It was huge. Even in the figure hiding shorts, which weren't doing their job, it stuck out and could see it jiggling as she walked. The sight alone made him hard, very hard. She stopped and turned around to face him, and the other grapplers had stopped practicing and formed a circle around the two. "You two ready?" Stephen said outside the circle of students. The girl looked at him and nodded her head and Damien said "Ready". Then Stephen sized the two of them up and said "Begin." Damien tried to get his mind together. This beauty in front of him, even though she had a look in her had that made her seem like she wanted to tear his head off, was making him very distracted. He extended his hand, customary between two opponents as to wish each other a good match. She grabbed it with her outside hand, and shooting her inside hand under his armpit, turned into him and shoulder tossed him. Damien saw the ceiling fly before his eyes and landed hard on his back, the wind knocked out of him. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Before he could react, she threaded her free hand under his arm and set in a Keylock. He felt the pressure immediately start to build in his arm and shoulder and knew he was in trouble. His mind shut off and instincts kicked. Because she was so quick to try and finish him, she had improved her position and taken the mount, so with his legs free, Damien took his outside leg and swung it around in front of her face and pushed down, freeing his arm of her lock and pushing her away. She was quick to recover. He was on his butt when she flew at him, but he rolled back and trapped her in full guard. He put his hand on the back of her head and sucked it into his chest. She began to work on opening his legs up, but with her struggling he became very aware that her massive breasts were squished into his abs. As she struggled, her breasts moving around him, he slipped out of his fighter mentality and felt his dick stir again, She capitalized on his lack of defense and posted one of his knees to the ground and stepped over into half guard, the shooting her other leg out and to his other side getting the mount. She immediately dropped her hands to the top of his head and put chest pressure on him. Now her giant globes were right in his face, suffocating him. Damien's mind switching back and forth between arousal and fury. Furious that she was dominating him so easily, and aroused that this chick giant tits were crushing his face. He reached his hand to pry one of hers off his head, but she countered, grabbing it with a death grip. Then swinging her leg around, she planted it on his face and leaned back into an armbar. He knew he was in trouble again, the pain in his elbow made him acutely aware of that. But again, her haste made her sloppy and he shot his free had up to grab is forearm and used the extra space her legs left to get his head free. He postured up, now within her guard, and began to try and get some breathing room, because her powerful legs were damn near crushing his ribs. "Goddamn this bitch is strong" Damien thought to him. He saw her eyes quickly shoot to his outside leg, and in an instant, knew she was going to attempt to sweep him. He anticipated it and when she dropped her leg to his, he jumped guard quickly, landing in side control. Even with her mouth guard in, he heard her say "Fuck". He chuckled to him self, and she shot him daggers. She attempted to buck him off, but he was entirely to stable. He noted again, he was chest to chest, he could feel her breast on his chest and he even felt her nipples, they were hard. He tried to maintain focus as her hips came of the ground as she tried to roll over him, but put up his forearm to block her reversal transition and slid his leg over her body. Now he had the mount and the upper hand. She quickly reached up and sucked his head to her chest to prevent him from capitalizing with a submission attempt. Once again, he was face first in her glorious mounds, and with her squirming to buck him off, it was almost like he was motor boating her. And through all of this, even though she was profusely sweating, he found himself attracted to the scent. In his ear he heard her say, "Pervert" in his ear. He then became aware of the fact that his hard on was poking her in the stomach as he sat on top of her. Disgusted with himself for disgracing his art by being unsportsmanlike like, for getting aroused by his opponent when he should only be focused on winning. He resolved that this was over now, popped he head up, and at the same time posted his right leg outside her head and then sunk it under. Grabbing her hand, he rolled over locking his back of his knee on the top of his foot and sunk in a triangle choke. She started to stand up, but he picked her knee and she fell back down. Her face was turning bright red and her breath was gasped and ragged. He felt her hot breath…on his dick. Where her head was locked in between his legs, was directly on his dick. Got to end it now he thought to himself. Trying to ignore is arousal returning, he squeeze tighter and her mouth piece popped out. But she wouldn't tap. So he lifted his hips up, slipped his leg up and under into her crotch. As his foot made contact, he mind raced. No, it couldn't be, its gotta be sweat. No… is she…is she wet? Is she actually getting aroused at this? He let his thought wander no more and sat up, completing the crank. Her head was pushed forward, and he almost let out a small gasp. Her face was now being crushed into his dick; he knew she could feel his hardness. He felt so embarrassed, he thought he was more professional than that, but grappling with knockout had made him hard and now with her face squished into his cock, he want to do more to her, but he mind was relieved of such thoughts. He felt her hand slapping his thigh signaling her submission and he released her. She took in a large gasp of air and spit out her mouthpiece. Damien tried to see if she was okay but she pushed in away with a surprising amount of strength. Then he heard the clapping. He became aware of all the people that were in the room, in the heat of his bout he had forgotten there were still people here. Stephen walked to the center of the circle they were in and slapped in on the back. "Goddamn son that was a good match. You okay there Donovan?" he said looking at the ground where she was still getting up. "I'm fine" she replied shooting what can only be described as the look of all encompassing hate and fuck offery at Damien. With that she stormed out of the circle and over to the Women's changing room. "I really thought you had lost it there for a minute when she had you in the Keylock, and then the armbar, but I know now you where just toying with her. You're still just a good as I remember kid. If you start training here, I think my brother and I can really make something truly great out of you." Stephen said after telling the class to take a 5 minute break and pulling Damien off to the side. "We're like a family here, and I think you'd really like it. And I believe the newer students can learn from you just as much they do from some of the other guys as well as Damon and myself. Plus a talent like yours shouldn't go to the wayside with inactivity." Damien thought about it for a second, and replied, "I really like the feel here too, I'd be honored if you'd let me train her." "Excellent!" Stephen said clapping his hands together. "Alana! Come here for a minute will you." The woman from the front desk, who was Alana joined Damien and Stephen on the mat. "Yes dear?" she asked. "Damien is going to be joining us here so please take him up front and get him his papers and the gear he needs on the house." Damien was quick to say, "That's not necessary sir..." But Stephen waved his hands, "No worries son, its on us." He turned and walked back center mat and said, "Alright everybody, gather around, lets do a breakdown of the match you just watched." Turning away from the group, Damien followed Alana back to the front of the facility. She got him his registration papers and insurance papers which he signed and returned to her. She also gave him a package containing two rash guards, one white and one black, both long sleeved with words Salvatore Bros on the back. It also contained a pair of grapples shorts that had Salvatore Bros down the leg and on the ass. "Gym dues are to be paid first on every month and it'll be $100." She reached behind the counter and handed him a towel and said, "There is a shower in the back of the changing room and soap as well, You should go clean up. Roll around there has made you a hot mess". He had even noticed, but he was still covered in sweat and stank pretty awful. Just then Keegan rounded the corner. "Hey Damien, Damon is showing me some old tapes and giving me some background on Jiu Jitsu, can you wait up like another 45 minutes?" he asked. Damien laughed, he could see that look in his eyes, the one most usually get when they are introduced to something that they like. "Sure man, no problem I'll be in the car when your done." And with that he headed to the locker room. He stripped quickly and got under the water. It was tradition for him. He always took a nice hot shower after a match, and went over his every move. But this time was different. He couldn't stop thinking about, his opponent Donovan. How incredibly sexy she was, how she made his blood pump, how when his body was pressed up against hers. He looked down and realized how hard he was. The girls he'd been with had always said he'd had a pretty big dick. It was about 9 inches long, sizable over average but it was thick too. He'd have to say circumference wise it was about 6 maybe 7 inches around. And right now it was at full length, thinking about his sexy opponent. He wanted to bust one off real quick, but that would be disrespectful. He'd wait until he got back home to jerk off to that sexy bitch. He showered quickly, noticing the still lingering pain in his arms from her Keylock and armbar and how his ribs were still sore from that death grip she had on him when he was in here guard. In between those thick powerful legs… his mind wandered off about being in between her legs and then caught himself. Laughing at himself, he turned the water to cold and immediately tensed up under the sudden temperature change. Soon, his tool went flaccid and he had had enough. He turned the water off and headed back to the lockers where his clothes were. He had just put on his boxers and pants when he felt someone behind him. He hadn't even heard the door to the locker room open. He turned around and took a fist to the face. The punch caught him by surprise and his back hit the row of lockers. He opened his eyes again to face his attacker, ready to knock there fucking head off when his jaw dropped again. In front of him stood Donovan. Still sexy as all hell. His eyes almost began to wander again, but they were stopped by another fist to the face. His head reeling, Damn this chick can punch he thought to himself. He felt his eye mousing up and shouted, "What the fuck is your problem?" "No, what the fuck is yours" was her retort. "You come in here thinking your hot shit, basically eye rape me, and then your felt me up the entire time we were grappling!" Damien mind was racing. " Are you insane, you were beating me down the entire time and I.." she interrupted him, " Oh so that wasn't your dick that was impaling me in my stomach, just a roll of quarters right? Or when you put me in a triangle, and basically forced your dick into my face? Right? Right?" Damien was flabbergasted. He fucked up and he knew it. He was going to apologize when he hand came shooting to his throat and started to choke him. Okay, enough is enough. It was like I was trying to actively grope her, it just happened. But this is going to far he thought getting ready to take her off of him. But then she got closer, her head right next to his ear, and her body pressed up against his. Her breast mashed against he chest and she whispered in his ear with a husky voice that instantly made his dick hard, "If you wanted to feel me up, all you had to do was ask." All Damien could manage was, " Wha…" before she kissed him on the cheek. Then full on the mouth. From the start she was forceful. Her hand moved from his throat to the back of his head, pulling him into her lips. Her full, lusty pouty lips. Damien's mind was moving at a mile a minute. He tried to slow down, to fully grasp the situation, and then…tongue. He felt her lips part his mouth and she slipped her inside. She flicked his tongue with hers, and Damien lost himself. What the fuck is happening? She broke the kiss, playful biting his lip as she did it. And then looked at him with her big brown eyes and said, "So are you going to fuck me or what?" Damien still moving a bit slow, apparently to slow for her liking. She rolled her eyes and said, "I guess I have to make the decision for you." She dropped to her knees, and with lightning speed is belt was off and on the floor, soon followed by his jeans. Her hands rubbed up and down his crotch as she cooed, "What have we here?" And with that she yanked drown his boxer and got popped in the face by his dick springing forth. She laughed, "So that must be why your brain dead right now, all your blood is down here." Damien looked down and just could not believe it. Here was this drop dead gorgeous girl, who he thought was going to try and tear him apart, now with his dick in her hand. "Mhmm, you definitely are a big one aren't you?" she said kissing the head of his very hard dick. She then lifted it up and licked the shaft from balls to tip and then it in her mouth. Damien let out a gasp of air as his dick was engulfed her warm and wet mouth. His body was on fire. She started slowly, her head slowly moving down his shaft and back up again. Every bit she moved caused Damien to get a little more lost in pleasure. She began to speed up, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. She continued on and on until she got about halfway down his dick. She tried to get farther but started to gag and came up for air. She tried again, her head moving back and forth on his cock, but couldn't get past that halfway mark. It was taking all of Damien willpower not to explode right there in her mouth. Who wouldn't? This busty knockout was on her knees, fucking him with her mouth and he was loving it. He laughed as she to continue to struggle with getting more of his dick in her mouth. "What's the matter you stuck" he asked laughing. She stopped her head movements and looked at him. She had those deadly eyes again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn't have said anything. She started up again, with more intensity this time, his pole hitting the back of her throat. Then she started to swirl her tongue around his dick while she was sucking it. Damien felt a little weak in the knees. "Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking good at that." He said in a soft voice, this blonde vixen was trying to suck the meat on his bones. "Fuuuuuuuck, damn that it…..whoooo…..shit girl. He felt his toes wanting to curl, the euphoric feeling in his dick…he wanted to come so badly. She started stroking his dick too, the combination was killing him, he wasn't going to last much longer if she kept up this treatment. The feel of her hands and that fucking mouth slobbing on his dick was almost to much. And something in him, took over. That primal urge to fuck the living shit out of a woman. He looked down at her as she looked up at him with those big brown eyes and that did it. He grabbed his dick and pulled it out her mouth and pulled her to her feet. He pulled her in to a kiss; there was no romance, just lust pure lust. His hands traveled down to her waist and then to her ass. It was so large that he could grab all of it. But he tried. As the two each other with there tongues, he squeezed he ass and gave it a smack. He felt her shuddered and moan into his mouth. He did it again but harder. She moaned louder and pressed harder into his body. Her massive tits were crushed up against his chest and she ground he crotch against his exposed cock. He smacked her ass again, and pulled her lips from his and said, "Shit, I'm so fucking wet." He turned her around, and pulled her into him. His hands going to her breasts, he grabbed two handfuls and began to play with them through her shirt. "Oh my god, that feels so good" she moaned in a husky voice that sent Damien over the edge. He grabbed her shorts and whispered in her ear, "You have too many clothes on." She pushed her ass backwards into his dick and ground it against his raging hard on and said, "You should fix that." Off her shorts came, revealing one of the roundest, fattest asses that Damien had ever seen. He knelt down, smacking it. The result sound was a fleshy thwack that rang out through the locker room. "Mhmmm, I love that shit." She whispered looking back at him. "Now fuck me." Damien stood to his full height and grabbing his dick, placed it at the entrance of her fuck box. He teased her, giving just the tip. Then grabbing her hips, he` shoved himself inside her. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes. Fuck the slow shit. Fuck me hard." And so Damien slid his full length inside her. " Aaaaaahhh yess, god yes" she cried as Damien began to fuck her. He quickly got up to full speed, ramming his dick into her tight hole. He was in endorphin overload. She was so wet, and so fucking tight. " Just like that, just like that, don't stop" she moaned in that husky voice that was driving Damien crazy. " Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod fuuuuuuuuck, oh my good fuck me!" she screamed again. Damien looked down and the sight of her giant ass bouncing off his dick and them him pulling her back into to it was making him insane. He smacked her ass and her drove deep into her and her head came back as she cried, " Shit, oh my god , do it again." He kept fucking her ands smacking her ass, he could feel how wet she was, the sound of his dick plunging in and out of her pussy gave it away to. His ball tightening he knew he couldn't last much longer. She kept backing into him, meeting his thrust, she wanted it. He kept hammering away and sounds of her screams and moans of pleasure urged him on until she screamed "Don't stop aaahhhh don't stop aaahhh oh my god Im gonna come gonna come gonna come." Without hesitating, he pulled out and turned her around. He grabbed he by the ass cheeks and slammed her into the lockers behind them. Parting her legs, he thrust forward, impaling her with his cock to the hilt. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she moaned and bit down into his neck. He felt blood trickle down his chest but he didn't care. He pounded her, banging her into the lockers. "That's it right there, oh my god I'm cumming, Im cumming, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" she moaned into his ear as he felt her wet hot pussy clamp down onto his dick and started convulsing. Her body shook as she was racked with a powerful orgasm and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Don't stop don't stop don't don't stop" she whispers as her hip ground into his, and with the last of his resistance dwindling, he began thrusting into to her with every thing he had left. "Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, shit oh my good Im cumming again shiiiiiiiiit" and her pussy clamped down even tighter, and her nails dug into his back. That bit of pain was the end of Damien. With one final thrust, he buried himself into her and an orgasm like he had never had before hit him like a ton of bricks. "Goddamn, yessssss, take it slut" He moaned into her ear as he pumped his cum into her. He came for what seemed like an eternity, before he had nothing left to give. He slowly back out of her and his dick came out with a small pop. He set her down, but she clung to him with an embarrassed look. "I cant feel my legs." He had to laugh, and helped het sit down. She looked at him, "Take it slut huh?" Again he had to laugh, "Yea sorry I kind of got carried away." He sat down beside her and the silence around them made him feel incredible awkward. "So this is kind of weird." he said. "A little but the sex make up for it." Then it hit Damien, "Wait, you are you on…" "Relax stud, I'm on birth control. Now hand me my shorts." She said. After the two cleaned up and walked outside, Donovan walked towards a silver 530i with a dude sitting on the hood. "Umm is that your..." "No, he's my brother Tim." she said anticipating the question. That's a relief that would have been crazy as fuck. Damien walked her to the car, and she made the introductions. "Tim this is Damien. Damien Tim. The two shook hand and Damien thought it was weird that Tim had to goofiest smile on his face. What does he know Damien thought to himself. As this extremely attractive female, who he had just had sex in a locker room with walked around to the passenger side of the car, as in a quiet voice so her brother couldn't her, as he got into the driver side. "So I'm going to start training here, so what do we do now?" " Got a phone?" she asked, and he pulled his out of his pocket. She snatched it out of his hands and played with the screen a bit and handed it back to him. " What we are going to do is I'm going home and you can call me." She said with a devilish grin as she got into the car and sped of out of the parking lot. Damien put his phone back into his pocket as he walked back to his car, just as Keegan walked out of the gym. "Man this place is incredible. The brothers are real down to earth and easy to talk to, and jui jitsu seems really fun. I signed up, did you?" he asked excitedly. Damien chuckled to himself and still not over how much a big kid this behemoth was. "Yea, I signed up to. You can ride with me when we need to train." And with that they both got in the car and drove away. Later that night as Damien was laying in bed trying to fall asleep, the events of the day kept replaying in his head. At school, at the gym, on the mat, in the locker room with…and he thought to himself, Donovan isn't a usually girl name. He grabbed his phone off his bedside dresser and pulled up his contact list and searched Donovan. 1 match. He put down his phone and drifted off to sleep, his dreams of Ashley Donovan.
Introduction: A slave in an M/s dynamic attends a fetish themed swinger party. I can list mine. Vampire fetish, sensory deprivation, knives, fire, cnc, cages, bandage and more. Not a pain slut though I'll take some licks here and there. Feel free to pause reading and tell me your fetishes in the comments please! The day started with a trip to ink spot. M had a tattoo appointment for some prepaid ink and wanted us to have a consult for more ink. He is letting me pick a tattoo for him. We talked it over and settled on a bread and butterfly with an A in it for my name. Butterfly is my spirit animal. Alice in wonderland is one of my favorite movies. We discussed what both of us liked before the consult and had references ready. It's a huge honor that he's letting me do this. I'm overwhelmed with emotion. ? We started the drive to pick up our friends L and C. It was a tight squeeze with the cake and bratting supplies. We also had a full toy breifcase. Inside we had dildos made of glass and silicone. There was an anal hook, plugs, beads and lube. There was ropes, cuffs, and a spreader bar. 1 flogger, 1 paddle, and 1 feather tickler. 2 sets of sex dice, 3 kinds of nipple suckers/clamps, and a sounding rods. 3 vibrators, finger claws, a knife and a sharpie. Even a ball gag and blindfold. Lots of different toys all ready for whoever we chose to offer the play collar too. (A collar/lead combo I/we can offer for casual scene play). Once we made it to the party house we settled in helping with food prep, furniture arrangement/set up, and anything else asked of us. L and I recently decided 2 brats are better than one and formed a party brat pack. (Definitely not a clique, other brats cab join us). We made our hashtag and even a fun butt bump activation shtick. So once prep was mostly done we took a chair into a room to decorate it. It was a sparkle magic unicorn hot seat for my M because it was his birthday month we used balloons, decoration streamers and lots of tape. We even had special birthday attire for him and a cool cake. We took brat pack photos after changing and setting up the photo booth. We took pictures with our Doms. Some of us took pictures in the stockade. I was in a leather straight jacket, arms cross tied and hoisting up my DDD breasts with perky, erect, plump, kissable nipples. My leather skirt was just long enough to cover my ass and my cute cum dumpster panties. My thigh high stilleto boots were giving sexy as hell and I was keeping good balance too. My mask covered everything. It hid my French braid handlebars well. My eye cover was pulled up, mouth cover pulled down for hosting duties. I was dressed for sex and submission. Little did I know how quickly I'd find my first friend to offer it too. Columbia was older, taller, and enjoying the view he was sitting next too. I was on the end of the couch awaiting tour duties and making small talk. One of the older women, in a naughty nurse outfit, was glued to the foot ball game on her phone and making small talk with us about husband listening problems and grandkids. I mentioned being a G.I.L.F. and the whole room turned to look in shock. Columbia asked my age and then the age when I had kids. I explained marrying earlier in life to an older man granting me bonus kids. The whole room made gilf comments that continued off and on that night. Columbia complimented My boots and asked if I would be ok with him touching them. I presented one, Assured him my Dom was cool and there began his not being able to keep his hands off of me. He was rubbing my boots, upper thighs, exposed lower pack, and nipples. He was carrying on about how soft my skin was. He was negotiating play collar activities right there with me. Asking about our dynamic. Asking about our rules, though he kissed me before I could get that boundary out. I'm really slutting out my mouth lately. Oh well lol. I explained I had a friend coming that I wanted to offer first dibs too and then I would be all his. My partner walked in for a break from the cold and I gave them a breif introduction. He was dressed in a black long sleeve with black and red kilt. He had on boots, a drinking horn, and long John's. I told him Columbia and I would probably play later with him in the room. We got the green light. He continued enjoying my company until my friend arrived. When my friend arrived I greeted him with the usual kiss and offered kindly to let him help me take a shot. He helped me into 33. I thanked him and we wandered outside where we saw L. Seeing L, I just knew we had to do our magic move. So we yelled "brack powers activate", and bumped butts as our voluminous breasts bounced at impact. "instant hard on!" exclaimed new kid. As he should have. I was dared to stick my boobs against the ice cold wall. My nipples came off so hard and erect they could have cut glass. I figured out how to do the door with the jacket on. My M called me a brat and tightened my Arms. I went inside explaining to L what had just happened. She was about to loosen it a little when M rounded the corner with the brat tamer and I felt a stinging thud on my ass. Us brats just laughed and said "go figure he would catch us" I found myself straddling a fully clothed new kid on the chair. He felt up my skirt while kissing me through what had to be unpleasant vinyl. He immediately pulled the cum dumpster panties to the side and working that hot button. It didn't take long and I was full on squirting for him. I can't say enough how much I enjoy squirting. Adjacent to an orgasm, it is the most euphoric feeling and I can't get enough. He helped me up and then stood up himself. "You made a mess all over my pants" He said. I looked down and saw my pussy juices splattered all over his upper right thigh like 80s acid wash. Sexy. I explained how it was his fault and we shared some breif dirty talk before he went to wash his hands. I found myself back on the couch with Columbia. This time He had one of those vibrating ball massagers in his hand. He inched my skirt up, asked if it was OK, and started vibrating me. I let him go until I was close. I know he could see the exctasy all over my smiling eyes. Panties officially wet. My M had me with him in the kitchen and another guy approached us. We will call him Lucy. Makes sense for those who know. M was telling him about the door fiasco with my straight jacket. The guy dared me to see if I could open it with my mouth. I gave him brat eyes and said, I'll try. So we marched over. After shooing those willing to help me away, we discovered that the entire door handle didn't fit in my mouth. So he switched it up and said try boobs now. Much to M and our friends surprise I managed to get it. Sober me, can't process those physics. Lucy and I agreed to play later. As it neared midnight and tours winded down I again found new kid and went to the private room. He carefully helped me out of the straight jacket. I really was trying my best to be still enough. It didn't take him long to figure out all of the many straps and buckles holding me hostage. Finally free I threw my arms up. No the jacket doesn't bug me even during long wear. No the mask isn't too tight, suffocating or uncomfortable. My signature scent was lightly misted inside it, citrus magnolia, and likely found its way into my hair. This was so the rubber smell wouldn't get to me. He put my up on all fours on the bed. Here we go. He u did his belt and slipped it off. "snap" it lightly stung my ass as it slapped acrossed my cheeks. He then snapped it on my ass again only harder. He did a few Moore before I started writhing. It's not a safeword or a caution. It's a give me a second and I'll be backones.qor more. He checked to see if I was OK. (Don't worry new kid, I'll say yellow if I need too, or stop you with red). He did a couple harder ones before stopping. Yeah it hurts but I also still got wet from it. Then he slipped his pants off for me. I immediately went down. To kiss the tip. I love all the noises he makes as my tongue and lips hug and wander every inch of his fully erect penis. I love just savoring every inch. Cock worship is my favorite. Just this morning I was edging M and accidentally had to swallow his load. Oops. I licked his balls. I danced My way up to the head and licked around and under the rim. I went gloriously deep, adjusted, and tried to go much deeper. I pulled up and focused solely on the head for a bit. Once it was good and teased I went deep again I was slipping my tongue out trying my best to lick his balls at the same time. Again, your noises just delight and excite me. You called your friend over. 2 girls one cock. Every man's hot fantasy dream. I wish I could say that this is where we did that porno trick where he stands up and we kneel one on each side. Each girl then sticks there tongue out exploring their respective side of the shaft. Bonus points if the tongues manage to do a full wrap around of the head or balls when this is happening. Unfortunately for new kid, this lives as a fantasy in my head until February where he asks for it to happen in person. It may take some brat power activation but I'm sure we could make that happen. She went down on the shaft while I sucked and licked his balls. Still not a bad outcome. His friends are always so pretty and fun to be around. She went back to her chair and I got back up on all fours. You fill me up perfectly and as you ease inside of me I can't help but moan. My legs are spread wide with yours on the inside I'm in a downward dog pose. Head on the pillow facing the wall. My handlebars fully exposed. As you gripped my love handles you slammed in hard. Your cock hit the hot button. My DDD breasts clapped together. I let out a sexy moan as your balls slapped my clit. I couldn't contain how amazing it felt. It absolutely drives me wild when I feels balls all over my clit. It's just so sexy and such a stimulating turn on that even writing this I'm fishing for my buzzy to vibe one out. Your slower shallower thrusts coupled with your harder thrusts had me getting loud. It's just amazing. You turned me over into missionary and began fucking me more. When you bit me, I went to heaven. I thought to myself, please keep playing with this one, and exploring his sexual side because this sex is great I love being bitten. Even if it hurts, or I wince. I live it. Evidence Is in the pussy juice gush that generally happens during or after. You kept going working over my pussy sending waves of pleasure through both of us. Then you told me you were going to cum and I braced for the satisfying feeling of cum filling every bit of my insides. You pulled away, pulled the condom off and I immediately put it back in my mouth to clean it once. You reminded me that it's sensitive and I reminded you of my duty to clean it. I went out and made a drink. I was already too many shots in from everyone who would pour one in my mouth. We did the raffle and the lap dances. My M was such a good sport while we had him in his magical unicorn hot seat. I put his unicorn headband on him. L put his glittery pink birthday sash on him. Nice touch because his favorite thing is glitter. Especially pink glitter. We then began our lap dance by jerking off his unicorn horn because we were horny. Cue giggles from everyone including M. 3 birthday boys got lapdances. Only 1 got a unicorn hot seat. And we presented him a cake. L made the letter heart art that said old AF. And the heart in the middle. Babe you nailed it. The cake featured a construction sight with 2 construction vehicles. He will be playing with those I mean, who doesn't want for gorgeous girls with big tits to conspire for your birthday and present you a cake. Hottest Lap dance goes to K of TK for really climbing up and getting her pussy in his face, as well as using her foot to massage his now commando penis under the kilt. I needed a cold drink of water to cool off. M realised I was buzzed good and had me eat and drink a bit. Then we found our next Dom to play with. Columbia was so excited for a chance to top me. He took the provided toy briefcase and examined all it's contents. We quickly went Over the no butt stuff rule and said anything else in here is usable. He went straight for my bullet. I had brought it to use on L during lesbian fun but here we go. His hands were both busy. He had one doing the bullet on my clit and another massaging my boobs. My nipples don't really enjoy tweaking but if you massage them or lick them or suck them ill cum faster. He lead me to a loud O and got to witness my O face. I figured he would stop but he kept going. I'm usually sensitive and need a break after but this wasn't bad. He kept rubbing that vibrator on Mt soaking wet clit while enjoying every bit of fondling my breats. My nipples were responsive to his every touch which delighted him. I came a 2nd time. That's a first for me. Waves of pleasure left me shaking in the bed. He left for a minute to cool off before grabbing one of his own toys. First though, I had described my blow job style in graphic detail to him on the couch. I explained about all the different areas I like to please and just how great it is saying hello to each and everyone of the 14,000 nerve endings the penis has. He explained that he was uncut and super sensitive. He was very responsive when I bent down, slid the skin down, and kissed the tip. For my first uncut cock I'd say I did pretty good. I went deep right away. I played and teased the head and rim with my tongue. I sucked on the little skin flap connecting the balls and shaft. I caressed his balls with not only my tongue but my hands as well for constant stimulation. He wad loving it. But back to his toy of choice. It was a huge penis cover sleeve. You know, the penis Over your penis sleeves. Again every bit of my insides was filled up. He had me bent in half pounding away. He asked if I was on birth control. I said "IUD, let's test it" He giggled and agreed. It wasn't long before he too was filling up my insides. That left me moaning and feeling great. We both told each other it was a pleasure. Back to the kitchen for a bit more water and food. That's when it happened. The 3rd dominate man, lucy, pulled me close by my lead (after asking of course.) He asked how submissive I was feeling and If I had wanted to go play. I said, yes but my partner is coming too. Lucy, led me by my lead straight to the private room bed. He didn't ask for toys, he just put me on the bed straight away. I was pulling out all the tricks for blow job fun and following every order. The room may have been spinning a bit but I knew what I was doing. My partner seemed content just to watch this party in both rooms. Either way, I'll get the hands, hot and horny side of him as soon as he's rested. This blow job seemed to last 10 minutes and no load. What gives? I need to do a better blow job next time then. Let me find you on fet real quick so I can inbox you and get notes on how you like to be pleased. It's always ultimately my goal to take the load. Hold up, he's on my fetlife and I'm pretty sure he read the last party story. Just a hunch. He pulled me off his cock and put me on top gripping the lead tightly. I love when assertive men just use me and take what they want. Your man handling skills are top notch. You were pumping away at me talking about how you were going to get me pregnant. Talking about how good it was going to feel when you spilled your load inside of me. It was hot. So I got close to your ear and whispered, "I'm on an IUD, what Kind of dog baby are we having." You laughed so hard you stopped pumping and without missing a beat you said "rat terrier". I was like "shut up, really?" and then you explained that your dog was a female ratty and I explained my dog was a male ratty. Cue dog bonding chat for 5 minutes. We can't breed our dogs unfortunately. Mines fixed and an asshole so no playmates either. But im definitely down to come pet your pup anytime. You went back to pumping while asking for my number. You were definitely enjoying how submissive I was being. I suggested fetlife where you said we were already friends. Then you explained to me that I would not be getting your load. You were going to make me wait. How long? You couldn't say? Will I ever see you again to eventually get a win? No clue. I just didn't win that one. Back out in the main part of the house new kid said his goodbyes. About half of the crowd had filtered out. L and I found ourselves in the dungeon with M. We found the brat tamer and I so badly gave him a good birthday whack. I've never seen my 6ft tall gains spin around so fast and grab me. He gets man handling points too. I tossed the brat tamer to L who helped me hide it. Fuck my life, he grabbed a worse paddle. This one is thicker and rectangular with lots of holes. It thuds with a hefty sting. He positioned me on the cross for my punishment. L watched with wide eyes. I got 3 good whacks and then he switched to a lighter one for a few more. L was crazy turned on by this punishment. Whenever you want it, just have C give the ok and you could be next. When he was finished with me he positioned me on the spanking bench that had me on all 4s. He used me. Just grabbed my love handles and pounded until he was blowing his load. I only got a little bit of the load inside me. He was quick to pull out and paint a happy little cum tree on my bare, red, ass. He stood there admiring the view and his art piece for a minute before cleaning me up. Drunk me says, bitch you got dance moves. I'll do it in a crowded living room or on the pole. I know new kid saw me dancing to a 80s rock song a bit before he left. Drunk me likes to pretend I can pole dance so I wrap 1 leg around a spin my way down the pole. The hard grown is a reminder that I got punished not long ago. I tried to be sexy and grind the pole, facing forward as I stood back up. Then I spun again. This time I rolled over and did the backwards pole grind with the pole between my ass cheeks. I had an audience of 3. A single guy, M and L. They were loving it. I continued trying to be pole sexy for half a song. Then I left for the living room. My knees today are telling me that I can't pole dance lol. Everyone cleared out accept our couple, and the hosts. We packed everything. We did a final sweep for condoms, trash, and cleanup. I gave T of TK and the other T the cigars I had gotten them in key west. I had gotten 4 so that The 4 of us, me included, could smoke them together at some point. I was a little too busy for that. Other T is amazing though. We go back to the beginning. Fast friends and benefits. He's always got a story to tell, a drink for me to try, and pictures to show mme. I always have the same for him. So we did some of that and then I gave him some blowjob fun. He can't get it up and finish without a shot (no shade meant). So I knew he wasn't going to give me a win. I just know he appreciates our fwb connection and fun times. Once ready, I ordered the uber as we all stood in a circle. It was 5am. We were talking over some party flubs for the night. One being that the dark room for grouping kept getting the light turned on. (I tried several times to visit that room but never a polo for my marco). There is a light switch for that room in the kitchen, down the hall from the actual room, that people were using to bypass the rules. So I said wait "the light switch in Timbuktu turns on the light in canada?" and then marched over to investigate. Yeah everyone was rolling at that. Once K of TK showed me the light, I was like mind blown. Then pipes up the TK gospel choir. It's led by L and joined by anyone singing. "?this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine?" cue more laughter. I also don't know where "toot toot bitches" came from but its probably the brat pack call sign now. I'm also pretty sure that next party were going to label the light switch and the room with their new names. (TKBratPack shenanigans). We ubered back to the room where we stayed up till 7am just viking and visiting when the 930 am sunlight hit us, and we woke up, we were all tired and talkative. I can't tell you about the lesbian shower sex. That's official brat stuff. (aka we didn't get that far) I can tell you were in negotiations for a very hot sensory deprivation scene for lorraine. I'm not ready yet. I need time and supplies. I also have to task her with a movie watch assignment. I want her to know more and be fully ready, as ready as she can be, before I let out my inner John Gray and she becomes my personal Elizabeth for the scene. Not a switch but for her I'm going to pull out all the stops with help from our Doms. I applaud L for doing such a great job sucking and deep throating my M this morning. You are a champ with your deep throat game. I loved watching hid expressions and hearing his little gasps as you worked him over. It was so sexy to watch. I also applaud your speech about how you were the real one in charge and how we were just perfect innocent angels. If you live in the ocala area, you may have felt an earth shake today. Our Dom's eyes rolled so hard and fast onto the floor, down the block, and around the corner. M's exasperated breath/groan really sealed it in. audible eye roll lol. If you're interested in the Cookie Fan club where you can chat directly with the author and see photos from time to time, here's the info. Must be discrete and not a douch. I'm a person 1st. I do have some anxiety. Don't share outside the group. Don't out me. Don't hunt for me on other platforms. We're on the one that Kicks ? lostinflorida We can have up to 100 members.
Introduction: An older man picks up a teenager at a show I'd gotten into line for the show early, so I could get a spot near the stage. It was a club show, so it was just a matter of who got there first and settled into the good spots. Even as an old man (I'm up to 56 now, and feel it sometimes), I like to be close to the stage. I want the music to be as loud as possible, and I want to be able to see the performers. Without having to look at a TV screen, which is why I usually go to smaller club shows and not the big arenas. Of course, my taste in music runs to the indie bands that don't usually play arenas anyway. Tonight it was a new local band, bluesy indie rock, at one of the best-known local clubs, and I figured I'd be the oldest one in the crowd. That was fine by me. I came for the music, and wasn't worried about what anybody thought. I noticed the girl standing just in front of me in the line. She looked a little young to be there, then I remembered that this was an 18 and up show, not over 21 like most of the ones I went to. She had long, light-brown hair hanging loose around her face, which was extremely pretty - small, upturned nose, greenish-brown eyes, with just the right amount of eye makeup to cause them to stand out. Her mouth had a slight downturn at the corners, looked very sexy, with very light lipstick. Her cheeks were full, not chubby, but not that hollowed-out, anorexic look that a lot of teenagers seem to want these days. She was wearing a loose, peasant-style blouse that stopped at about her belly button, leaving a fair amount of skin showing about the tops of her jeans, which were very tight and very low-cut. The blouse was open in front enough to make it pretty obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits weren't very big, a big A or small B, but from what I could see they stood out very nicely. The belly that showed between the blouse and the jeans had just the right little curve to it, and her ass was tight inside those jeans. A very nice little package. I kicked myself mentally for checking out a girl who was that much younger than I was. Oh well, she was at least eighteen, so I was safe there. "Dude, are you here alone?" It was the girl in line. Her voice was surprisingly low-pitched, very sexy. I must have looked at her funny. "Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. You here alone?" "Uh, yeah, I am. Why?" "I'm alone, too. I thought it would be nice to have somebody to hang out with in there instead of just dancing around by myself. You up for some company?" "Sure, why not." I didn't see any harm in that. I figured she'd find somebody closer to her own age as soon as we got inside anyway. "Thanks. My name's Kara." "I'm Jake. So, do you always hang out with guys old enough to be your father? And then some?" I grinned, and she grinned back, looking conspiritorial. "Only when they're all hot like you." She giggled, and I chuckled. I wish. Once we were inside, I headed for the rail near the stage. Like I said, I like to be close to the band. Kara followed me as I staked out my spot.. Guess she wanted a place in front, too. She turned around, started watching the people coming in behind us. Looking for a replacement for me, I assumed. "Hey, Kara, I'm going to go get a beer. Will you save my spot?" One of the nice things about living just a couple of blocks off the light rail line is being able to take the train to something like this and have a few beers without having to worry about driving home. "Sure, if you get me something to drink, too." She had that conspiratorial grin on her face again, and I was afraid she was going to ask me to buy her something alcoholic. That wouldn't work here, the security's too careful. We'd both get kicked out, and I'd probably get hauled off to spend a few days in jail. "What do you want?" "Coke would be good." Whew, she wasn't going to make me have to say no. "Okay, be right back." When I got back, we leaned on the rail, drank, and talked a bit while we waited for the show to start. It was going to be a while, the doors opened an hour before the first band would be on. It turned out Kara was eighteen, a senior in high school, and completely bored with what went on there. I could sympathize with that, high school had always struck me as being a huge waste of time, too. Of course, part of that was because I was the world's biggest geek, and had basically no real friends in high school. Come to think of it, things hadn't really changed all that much in the last 40 years. We talked the whole time we were waiting for the first act, mainly a number of variations on how lame the world was, and how stupid people were. Kara was awfully cynical for a girl her age, but cynicism has never bothered me. Having somebody to pass the time with instead of just standing there alone while I waited was a real plus. And we actually did have some things in common besides our nasty outlook on life, including similar tastes in music (duh, we were at the same show), and movies. I got myself another beer, and Kara another Coke, and before we knew it, the first band was getting ready to start its set. When the lights went down and the music started, people pushed in closer along the rail, squeezing everyone together tighter. Kara and I got shifted so she was pressed up to the rail, her belly tight to it, while I was behind her. When the band was about 30 seconds into its first song, I felt Kara lean back against me, her head resting against my shoulder. I could smell her hair, sweet and a little flowery. This was maybe going to be a little more than I bargained for. The opening band was kind of techno-dance style, and Kara was swaying in time to the music. I felt her body move against me, her head leaning back against my chest and shoulder, her ass bumping against the front of my jeans. I started getting a hard-on in seconds. At first I was worried that Kara might feel it. Before long I didn't have to worry, it was obvious by the way she was pressing her ass back against me that she felt it, and was happy about it. I slipped my arms around her waist from behind, rested my hands against the bare skin of her lower belly. That just made her rub her ass up and down against the bulge in my jeans. I couldn't take any more of this right now. "Cool it!" I whispered into her ear. "Keep that up, I'm going to shoot in my pants, and we're going to get arrested!" She leaned back, said just loud enough for me to hear, "Don't want that. Especially don't want you to waste anything." For the rest of the opening band's set, about half an hour, we stood there, moving together in time to the music, her ass up against my hard dick, my hands on her belly. But we managed to keep things from getting out of hand. When the first band finished and the roadies started changing the equipment on the stage, Kara turned around, looped her arms around my neck and stretched up to me. She whispered, "Put your tongue in my mouth." I did, exploring every inch of her mouth, rolling my tongue over hers, scraping it along her teeth, up to the roof of her mouth. She tasted sweet, like she smelled, and the way her body was writhing against mine told me all I needed to know about what she wanted. By now my cock felt like it was going to snap in half it it didn't get out of my pants soon. I wanted to fuck her right there in the club. I barely caught myself before I slipped my hand between her legs from behind to start rubbing her crotch. I finally pushed her away slightly, bent down to whisper in her ear. "Look, baby, we can't keep this up here. Control yourself until we're done here, and I'll make sure you don't regret it." "Mmmmm." Like a cat purring. "Promise?" "Promise." We settled down a bit, at least until the headlining band came on and the lights went down again. I tried to behave, I really did, but having this little teenager leaning up against me was just a little more than I could handle. My hands found their way to her belly again, and this time they moved apart. The left slid up, under her blouse, brushing against the bottoms of her tits. The right headed down, coming to rest with my fingertips just sneaking under the waistband of her jeans. Considering how low those jeans were riding on her hips, I wasn't all that far away from stroking her pussy right there in the club. I felt Kara wriggling against me, and the worry about coming in my pants came back. When I felt her trembling, I throttled myself back. We needed to make it through the show. We did. Just barely. When it was done, Kara spun around again and prepared to give me another kiss. I put a finger against her lips and said softy, "Not now. I can't take any more. You're just going to have to wait until we get back to my place." There wasn't even a question of where were headed when we left. Kara looked disappointed, but didn't try anything else. She did lean against me and hold my hand as we walked out of the club. It's a sad comment on the state of our society that a 56-year-old man and an 18-year-old girl holding hands didn't even rate a glance from the rest of the crowd. As we headed out on to the sidewalk, Kara asked, "Do we at least get to make out in the car on the way?" I chuckled. "No car, we're taking the train. I live just off the light rail line." "Mmmm, even better. We can cuddle without worrying about you driving off the road." I chuckled. "Yeah, driving and getting some at the same time can be a problem." It was only a couple of blocks from the club to the light rail station, and there was a train just getting ready to leave when we got there, so we were on our way to my place in a few minutes. We settled into a couple of seats, and Kara was cuddled up next to me, hanging on to my arm. I could smell her, and feel the warmth of her next to me, which was only making the condition of my dick worse. Luckily she didn't try to do anything more than that while we were on the train. Also luckily, the ride to my stop was only about 20 minutes. Any longer and I've have been in some seriously bad shape by the time we got there. It was a couple of blocks from the train stop to my place, and we were holding hands again as we walked. Kara giggled. "So, what are you going to do to me when we get to your apartment?" "You're just going to have to wait and see. But you won't be disappointed, don't worry." I was wishing I felt as confident as I sounded. My sex life hadn't exactly been hopping lately, and it had been a looong time since I'd been with a really young woman. I was a little worried that I might not be able to live up to her expectations. Oh well, it was too late to back out now. And Kara wasn't done trying to get me to talk, either. "Pleeaasse! Tell me what you're going to do!" She was kind of fake whining. At least, I hope it was fake. If it wasn't it could old real fast. "You're going to find out in a minute, baby. This is my building." I led her inside and over to my apartment. We barely got in the door before we were all over each other. I grabbed Kara, pushed her back against the door, and started kissing her, at the same time pulling up her blouse to expose her tits. Her hands went down to my belt and she started working on getting my pants open. Once I had Kara's blouse up high enough, I broke off the kiss, leaned down to bury my face between her tits, and pushed the blouse up over her head. I started licking the hollow between her tits, heard Kara moan. She had my belt unbuckled by now and was working on unfastening my jeans. I ran my tongue up the side of her tit, sucked the nipple into my mouth. "Mmmm, Jake, yeah, good!" Kara was already gasping and I hadn't even touched her between her legs yet. I set to work taking care of that, undoing her jeans while she was still working on mine. Kara had my jeans open now, and her hand plunged into my boxers, came out holding my cock. I was so sensitive I was afraid I was going to shoot my load all over both of us as soon as I felt her fingers touch me, but somehow I managed to control myself. "Wow! That's nice!" She was talking about my dick. I wondered if she had as much experience as she let on, because my cock is maybe a little bigger than average, but it's not something a woman would go all ga-ga over. Well, not because of the size anyway. I didn't have much time to think about it, because I'd gotten Kara's pants open and had my hand between her legs. Her panties were soaked, and her dripping pussy took two of my fingers easily. She was hot and tight, and I couldn't wait to get my cock inside her. "God, Jake, I want you to fuck me, right now!" I pulled my mouth away from Kara's tit and looked at her. Her head was resting back against the door, her eyes half closed. Her lips were parted and she was licking them nervously. I've never seen anything sexier in my life. I jerked my fingers out of her pussy and started pushing down her jeans and panties so I could get to her. I wound up using my foot to kick them down the last little bit to the floor and she stepped out of them. I stepped toward her, curled my fingers in her hair, and fastened my lips on her throat. She still had my cock in her hand, and she guided it to her pussy. I drove myself into her with one thrust, slamming her back against the door. "Omigod, yes, fuck me! Hard!" Her pussy was a glove around my cock as I moved in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around my hips, holding me tighter against her. Her hips rocked back and forth in time with my strokes, and she gasped each time my cock penetrated her. I sucked on her throat for a bit, then raised my head so I could look at her. Her head was rolling from side to side against the door. Her eyes were still hooded, but now they were rolled back in her head so all I could see below the lids was white. Suddenly her eyes opened wide, she looked straight at me. "Fuck! Uh uh uh uh, ohhhhh shit yes!" Kara's whole body convulsed, she clutched at me with her hands and legs, we slammed against the door together. I held her head in my hands, looked into her eyes. "I'm gonna cum inside you." I crushed my mouth against hers, drove my tongue into her. My hips bucked forward and my cock reached deep inside her as my balls spasmed and shot my cum out into her cunt. "Mmm, mmm, mmm." Kara was moaning into my mouth as I filled her up with my semen. Having me cum in her seemed to make her orgasm stronger, and she was trembling against me. Finally, my balls empty, I pulled away from the kiss and stepped back as Kara uncurled her legs from around me and put her feet back on the floor, looking a little unsteady. "Omigod that was incredible! You fuck so good!" She was still trying to catch her breath. For that matter, so was I. "Hey, we haven't even made it to the bedroom yet." I grinned at her as I pulled off my T-shirt and kicked off my jeans, which were still gathered around my ankles. "So let's head that way and see what kind of trouble we can get into!" Kara giggled, and I led her to the bedroom. We stood next to the bed and kissed, then Kara sort of slithered down, rubbing her body against mine, until she was kneeling in front of me. "I need to get this thing back the way it belongs," she giggled, letting her fingers glide over my cock. "Um, that shouldn't take too long for you." I was grinning at her. She seemed to make me grin a lot. Kara took my limp dick into her mouth and started sucking like a wild woman. At the same time she cupped her fingers around my balls, rolled them around, then squeezed. I groaned, and Kara looked up from her work, let my cock slide out of her mouth. "Like that, huh?" Big grin. Big grin back at her. "Yeah, now get back to work!" "Smart ass!" She flicked her tongue over my cock a couple of times, then took it back into her mouth. It was swelling nicely by now, and Kara took her free hand, the one that wasn't molesting my balls, and curled her fingers around my shaft, began stroking with her hand in time to the bobbing of her head up and down. I was in heaven. This girl really knew how to give a blowjob. I was completely hard now, and if I hadn't just shot a load of cum into her a few minutes before, I'd be dumping one down her throat now. Even with one down, I didn't think I was going to last too much longer. I wondered how she felt about having a guy cum in her mouth. I was going to find out. The blowjob just kept getting better. She popped her mouth off my cock, swirled her tongue around the head, licked underneath, making me twitch. Then she moved to the base, licked all the way up to the tip, let her tongue open my peehole just a bit. I was shaking by now. After a couple more strokes like that, she dipped her face down to my balls, took one into her mouth, and sucked on it, still stroking my cock with her hand. That was just about as much as I could take. "Oh fuck yeah!" I could feel my balls starting to pulse. "You gonna cum?" Kara was looking up at me hopefully. "Oh yes!" Kara pulled my cock back to her mouth, sucked it in. Her hand went back on my balls, squeezing, pulling. She took her other hand off my cock, leaned forward so my whole cock could slide into her mouth. I felt her throat close on the head of my cock, and groaned. She squeezed my balls again, and they exploded. I jerked as my cum started to pour into her mouth. Kara never even twitched, just gulped it down, purring around my cock the whole time. Kara waited until I was done, then released my cock and balls, looked up at me with another grin on her face. "Damn, girl, you trying to kill me?" I couldn't remember the last time I'd had this much fun. I dragged her to her feet, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. I could taste myself on her tongue. I ran my hands up and down her body, heard her moan in response, then pushed her onto the bed on her back. "Okay, baby, your turn." I hadn't had a blowjob like that in years, and I was going to do my best to repay her with a good pussy licking. I didn't waste any time, just buried my face between her legs and started licking. Her pussy juices and my cum mixed together were dripping out of her as I stuck my tongue inside her. She was trembling already, and her breathing sounded strained. I ran my tongue up and down her slit a few times, feeling her body jerk a bit, and then slipped one finger between her ass cheeks and let it just sort of tickle her asshole. She twitched when I touched her anus, but didn't try to stop me, so I just kind of wiggled my finger there and didn't try to do anything more with it. "Mmmm, god, I love it. Uhn uhn uhn." Kara was moaning and almost squeaking as I licked her. I slide my tongue up to her clit, gave it a flick. "Ahhh, fuck!" Yes, that was working. I wrapped my lips around the little bud, sucked it into my mouth. "Oooohhhh, yessssss!" She shoved her hips out against my mouth, arched her back. I raked my teeth over her clit. Kara stiffened, shuddered. Her back slammed back down on the bed, then arched up again. She let out a couple of huge gasps, then pushed my head away from her crotch. "Stop! God! Oh! Fuck!" She was still shaking and gasping to try to catch her breath. I rose up to a kneeling position on the bed and looked down at her. Kara's eyes went to my cock, which I realized was hard again. "Thought old guys couldn't do it much in a night." The comment had a sarcastic edge to it. "Ah, but a girl as young and hot as you can drive us to new heights. You ready for more?" "Bring it on!" I rolled her over on her belly and lifted her up on all fours, moved up behind her. I rubbed my cock up and down her slit, and slipped it into her. Even with all the juices, mine and hers, moving around inside her, she was incredibly tight. "Easy, old man." I figured she wasn't kidding, probably still pretty sensitive from what she'd already had tonight, so I took it gently this time, moving in and out of her with long, slow strokes. Kara was moaning with each one. Before long she stretched out and clamped one hand on the headboard of the bed to brace herself and began thrusting back at me. I knew she was fingering her clit, I could feel her finger against my cock as it slid in and out of her. I started slamming into her harder, dug my fingers into her hips to hold her steady. "Hunh, hunh, hunh. Harder, yes, fuck me!" Kara was almost squealing as I drove into her, sounded like she was going to cum again soon. I reached around her, put my hand over hers, and pressed hard on her clit. "Oh fuck!" Kara's hand let go of the headboard, dropped to the bed and began clutching at the blankets. She buried her face in the bed. Her body shook against me, her breath coming in huge heaves. She was making noises into the bed, but it was nothing coherent. She fell forward onto the bed, moaning. My cock popped out of her pussy, still hard as a rock. I'd already shot two loads that night, this one wasn't going to come easy. I looked down at her, and did something I normally wouldn't do. I try to be considerate with my sex partners, do things that they want, make sure they can get off. This time that wasn't working. I was going to do what I wanted, and nothing else mattered. I reached down with one hand and spread Kara's ass cheeks open, holding my dick in the other hand as I lowered myself toward her. I set the head of my cock against the opening of her ass, and just let myself drop on top of her. There was resistance, then my cock forced its way through her anal ring and drove all the way into her ass, balls deep. "Fuck, what, ohhhhh!" Kara's body bucked against mine as I started fucking her in the ass. I wasn't sure if her reaction was pleasure, pain, or just shock, and at that point I didn't care anymore. Her ass was tight around my cock, and I was thrusting as hard and deep as I could, still laying on top of her, pumping with my hips. I reached up with both hands, wrapped one around each of her tits, and started squeezing and pinching them. Kara was thrashing under me now, moaning. "God, my ass, fuck, yes!" "Like that, baby? Ever been fucked in the ass before?" "Never. Fuck me!" I did, harder and harder. Finally, I felt my balls start to spasm. I grunted, forced my way as deep into her ass as I could, and felt my cum start to pour into her. I gripped her tits hard, squeezing and twisting, as I filled her bowels with semen. "Oh, god, yes!" Kara trembled under me. I don't think she came, but she definitely enjoyed having her ass penetrated for the first time. I finished emptying myself into her and rolled off, flopping onto my back. "That's it, I'm done for tonight." I'd surprised myself with how much I'd been able to do, and now I had nothing left. "Okay, old man." Kara purred as she shifted herself so she was resting her head on my shoulder, one arm draped across my chest. "I'm about worn out, too. But I have to tell you something. I lied, I'm not eighteen, I'm fifteen." "Say what?!" It was like somebody had taken a sledgehammer to the back of my head. I was surprised I didn't bounce up off the bed and knock Kara on the floor. Eighteen would just get me dirty looks from prudes. Fifteen would get me locked up for a long time. What the fuck was I going to do now? "Yeah, I used my sister's ID to get into the club. She's eighteen and everybody says we look like we could be twins. And I really wanted to go to the concert, and it was like so cool that I met somebody like you. I mean, I sucked lots of guys before, but I only had sex twice before tonight, and it was with this guy at school, he's really nice, but he doesn't know anything about fucking, and I knew it was supposed to be better than that, and, wow, was it ever!" She kept prattling on about how cool it was to get fucked by a real man, with me only about half listening, being more occupied with trying to decide whether I should plan a long vacation. Then she said something that really scared. me. "Wow, I can't wait to tell everybody at school how I fucked an older guy and how good it was!" "Kara, you can't do that." I was trying to show her I was serious without letting her know just how scared I was. "You're underage, and if anybody found out about what we did, I'd wind up in big trouble." "Oh, yeah, that's right, isn't it? I guess I better not say anything, then." Yeah, you better not. Except I don't know if I trust you or not. "Okay, right now, let's just get some sleep, okay? Oh, shit, your parents aren't going to put out an APB on you if you don't come home tonight, are they?" I hadn't even thought about that before. "Don't worry, they're out of town. My sister's supposed to be watching me. You know, the sister that gave me her ID so I could get into the club." We drifted off to sleep, but I was feeling a lot less than comfortable at that point. The next morning I wasn't any happier with the situation, and I wasn't any closer to a solution. Or I didn't think I was, anyway. I woke up to Kara's face hovering over me, grinning. It reminded me of just how cute and sexy she was, and just how I'd gotten myself into this in the first place. "Hey, old man, we should take a shower." I just kind of grunted. I'm not at my best in the morning before I have my coffee. But she was right. After our little escapade of the night before, we were covered in sweat, and other things, and a clean-up was definitely in order. She popped up, and I sort of peeled myself off the bed, and we headed for the bathroom. Kara made it to the toilet first, sat down and started peeing. "Hurry up, I really gotta piss." I never had taken a piss break the night before and my bladder was screaming at me. "Go ahead." Kara spread her knees wide, giving me a great look at the pee streaming out of her, and also enough room to unload mine while she was still sitting there. I was in no mood to worry about niceties. I pissed for what seemed like five minutes, and even managed not to hit her with more than a few drops. When I was almost done, Kara grabbed my cock, wrapped her lips around it, and took the last few drops of piss into her mouth. I didn't mention that the last place that cock had been the night before was in her ass. Damn, it was hard to believe this girl was fifteen and had almost no experience before last night. And it was too bad that there couldn't be any future with her since she was underage, because this little girl was one dirty slut, just the kind I like. Kara kept my cock in her mouth, sucking, rolling her tongue around the head. Her hand went to my balls, started squeezing them. My cock was already almost completely stiff. "Hey, what about the shower?" She popped my cock out of her mouth to answer, "It can wait," then licked up and down the length of my shaft. Hey, the shower had been her idea - if she could do without it, so could I. I lifted her up off the toilet. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I pulled her hips to mine and slipped my cock into her cunt. "Oh god, old man, that's better than a shower any time." I nudged the toilet seat so it slammed closed, turned around and sat down with Kara on top of me. She purred as she bounced up and down on my cock. I had one hand on her waist to keep her from sliding off. I lifted the other, stroked her chin, neck, throat, chest. I put my hand on her throat, squeezed lightly. Kara's eyes bugged out a little as she tried to catch her breath, a look of shock on her face. A sudden charge shot through me, a feeling of power and control that I'd never felt before, sexually or otherwise. My balls twitched and I almost shot my load right there. I had to force myself to back off, let go of Kara's throat so she could breathe, ease my fucking so I didn't cum yet. I realized that I'd found something inside myself that I didn't know existed. I knew I'd do it again. And I knew I'd found the solution to my problem with Kara. When I let go after just a second or so, Kara sucked in a huge breath and gasped, "Shit, that was wild!" I reached around Kara as she bobbed on my cock, grabbed the belt of my robe, which was hanging on a hook next to the shower. I was a soft velour. I looped it around Kara's neck in a single motion. Kara gave me a puzzled look. "What's that for?" "I wanted to see if it's better than my hand." I pulled the belt tight around her throat, just for second. Kara squirmed, her pussy pulsed around my cock. I let go again. I wanted to time it just right. "Fuck, dude, that is so crazy!" She loved it. And every time I choked her she got closer to an orgasm. I wanted her to cum soon, I was about ready to shoot and was trying to hold back until she came first. It was getting to be hard. Her pussy was tight, she was hot, and the sudden rush I'd gotten when I squeezed her throat had me about ready to go insane. "Hunh, huhn, hunh, hunh, ohhh fuuuck, mmmmm." Kara's orgasm hit hard, she clawed at my shoulders, threw her head back, her eyes half closed, rolling back in her head. As I felt Kara start to cum, I let myself go. The first spurt of my cum shot into Kara's cunt, and I began to tighten the belt around Kara's throat. At first the feel of my semen filling her and the thrill of being choked intensified her orgasm. She thrashed on my cock, her body out of control. As I pulled harder on the belt, she realized that something was wrong. She had a look of shock on her face, which was turning red. She tried to reach up, claw at the belt, but her strength was already beginning to fade. "Sorry, baby, but I just can't trust you not to tell anybody." I thought I was going to come forever, my semen pouring into the dying girl's cunt. It was the most intense, incredible feeling I'd ever had. I watched as Kara's face turned from red to purple to an ashy grey, felt her body go limp against me. I don't know for sure if she died just before or just after the last spurt of my cum flowed into her. I held the belt tight around her throat a little longer to be sure, my cock still hard inside her lifeless body, then pushed her off onto the floor. I stood over her, thinking about all the things I needed to do. Dispose of the body. Clean everything up and get rid of any trace of her having been there. And start to plan for another victim. Because what I'd torn loose in myself today wasn't about to be bottled back up.
Introduction: I fuck the mother and she introduces her daughter I was working with this company and was involved with one of the women and after a party I offered to drive her home. She had already told me she wasn't married - any more. On the way she moved closer to me and put her hand on my crutch and gave it a squeeze and naturally I got hard. She smelled nice and even though she was a bit older than me she was quite attractive. I thought I hope this is not the wine working. I said what was that for. She said just to see what would happen I don't know about you but I am interested if you are. Can we stop and see how the back seat feels. I shit are you suggesting what i think you are. She said I have dropped a couple of hints and they seem to have missed the mark. I said not really - I know what you were suggesting but with age difference I thought you were prick teasing. She said only your cock will ever know how well I can tease, I am sure it will enjoy it. I said fuck me and before I could say another work she said that's the whole idea. I drove to a park and pulled up and she was over the back and had her pants off and her blouse undone exposing her beautiful tits. I had my pants off and my cock was buried in her bushy pussy within seconds. She was wet and had a reasonable cunt for fucking not tight but not too loose. She had a daughter aged 16 i know as she had mentioned her during the times I was working for her. I hadn't ever fucked a woman who had kids so I had no idea if that changed their cunt size. Any how once I had settled down and was enjoying her warm wet and most inviting cunt I must admit she was good and responding to me and she began to work with me to enjoy our fuck. She said to me you are good, I haven't had a fuck this good for ages. It has been old guys who knew my husband and came sniffing around hoping I would come around and give them sex. They were supposed. to be keeping me happy but in fact it was them who was randier than me. After they came they were off I wouldn't have minded a repeat but they busted and that was that. They could not perform again I drained them of more than cum. Any how I played with her tits and we fucked for at least half an hour and she said to me fuck you are better than I thought. In actual fact the booze had slowed me down but I managed to keep her happy, bit her on the nipple which she enjoyed, kissed her and came in her.she came twice and really made it big time telling me once was good twice was amazing. You are far far better than I thought you would be. After that I took her home still half dressed. When she got out she was half naked and said that was something else - I will be wanting more than that. I said not tonight lets talk next week. Monday she was all over me telling me she had not had as good a time for years as we had in the car- god what would we be like in the bedroom. I said well I could arrange for an audition - I liked what happened myself. You were great. She said how about Friday night and plan to stay overnight. There is room for you in my bed I can assure you. I said sounds good to me - dinner out and the to bed - how does that sound. I am sold - be prepared for an amazing time she said. Friday night we went to a nice restaurant and had a nice meal and a bottle of wine we were both ready for some serious shagging and I took her home and straight to bed. We fucked like rabbits for ages. I managed to get it up three times - she helped suck it up slit was easy. The next morning she rolled over and said how about a sunrise special. We fucked again and I headed for the bathroom naked. It was down the hall. I had a piss and was getting into the shower when in walked a naked teen ager. It was her daughter and when she saw me she didn't seem embarrassed and said what the fuck are you doing here. At that time her mother walked into the bathroom too. She heard her daughter get up and headed straight to the bathroom as she realised there would be an unscheduled meeting and a possible screaming match. She arrived just in time to explain I had been in her bed all night. Her daughter said shit he is not much older than me fuck me you are cradle snatching. Her mum said meet Mike - he and I work together ----and sleep together. He is good. Jane the daughter said well if he is so good he can service me and I will see just how good he is. Sally said be my guest I am happy to share. I looked at them both and said am I hearing right - Jane wants me to fuck her and you won't mind. No in fact it will be good to share - if you don't mind. Fuck me I said - mother and daughter you don't get that offer too often- lead me to your bed. Jane said wash the shit off that cock first, I don't mind sharing her lover but not her cunt juice. I hit the shower and cleaned up and grabbed a towels dafter she finished having apsis followed her to her bedroom. I kissed her and immediately knew she knew her way around and within a minute I was on top of her and and fucking her like a rabbit. Sally walked on and said he isn't bad is he. She said I have to agree he knows his way around. How is she her mother asked. Tight and terrific - she has played this game a few times before. Since I was 14 she said. I said well I have some catching up to do. When is breakfast if I am to keep this up I will need some sustenance. Not till cum she said. .five minutes later if slid out of her cum filled cunt- she came twice before I did and said I hope you are not going home too soon . I want some more of this. I said for a 16 yo you are good really good. Thank you she said after breakfast we can see how many moves you can make. Test me she said I will she replied. I went home on Sunday night.I lost count of the number of times I fucked them both and came. Jane and I really got it together,evenSally was I pressed and the thee of us had a ball - I was naked the whole time and had my cock sucked by both of them. They swallowed a heap of my cum. After that I spent anew nights at their place fucking them both it was fantastic. Now I am fucking Jane more often than her mom but mom still gets a share.
Introduction: I grew tired of being pushed around I often wander the crowded hallways of my overpopulated school observing the faces of its many passerbys. I ponder if I have ever seen their faces or ever will again. The face that they see is of Joseph Marshall. I'm an average eighteen year old senior in high school with brown hair and brown eyes. Actually I wonder if any of them remember my face considering how plain I am. "Earth to Joseph, hello? Anybody in there?" teased one of my best friends, Judy. "Yeah gimme a break I slept like 4 hours" I harshly retaliated In a fake playful gesture Judy looked at her feet sullenly. I took advantage of the situation to subtly grope her body with my eyes. She had absolutely hypnotizing full 36 D tits with a modest and cute but round ass, all accentuated by her slim athletic figure. I had never taken a romantic interest in her but have always lusted over her developing body since we first met. My admiration of her breasts were not as subtle as intended due to the low cut blouse she wore. "Okay go to class you damn perv, enough starring" she jousted playfully. "I wasn't starring... I swear" I defended in a shaky voice while clumsily stammering over my words. I have always loved learning and took an affinity to it. However I showed little interest in complying to the assembly line that was public education. As I walked towards my calculus class I resumed my game of watching my surrounding students while walking in the halls. Brittany, who could only be described as a head cheerleader kind of girl rounded the corner. She had blonde hair that cascaded down her back and blue judgmental eyes. She was very skinny and had perky C tits that proudly stood out from her chest. She also had long legs that appeared to go on forever. In all senses of the word she was gorgeous but was also an absolute bitch. "What are you looking at you creepy nerd?" She demanded with superiority in her voice. "Nothing you attention seeking whore" I immediately thought but instead managed to squeak out "Its nothing" instead. "It better be nothing you geek!" Yelled Chase, her meat head boyfriend with his arm around her. Afraid of what would come next I scampered away into the solitude of my next class. The rest of the Friday passed without interest and when the final bell tolled I decided to walk home. "Hey there you loser do you wanna hang out?" Judy playfully jeered at me "No thanks Judy I kind of had a tough day" I responded Immediately her joyful face changed to one of concern. "Oh okay, text me later then okay?" She asked with worry. "For sure, I just need to sleep or something right now" I clarified. I walked home and Immediately did just what I told Judy. That night I dreamed about spending the next day on a date with Judy happily and innocently. When I regained consciousness and bolted awake sweating and panting. I saw the notification on my phone from Judy's text that read "Hey I'm worried about you, are you okay?" I ignored it and tried to fall back asleep.Suddenly I felt my room tremble and rock violently for a brief moment. The house grew quiet as nobody else was disturbed. I quickly threw on sweat pants and a hoodie to investigate what caused the tremor. I exited my house feeling curiosity paired with fear. I cautiously searched the perimeter of our property eventually to find a crater that had mist rising from its contents. I approached it to found a small crate resting inside. I rapidly picked up the crate and sprinted into my house and brought it inside my room. Now I was able to inspect the crate with the light in my room. It was labeled in black bold font "EXPERIMENTAL PERSUASION SERUM". Still in disbelief I opened what I had found. Air hissed as the seal of the case was opened and carefully seated inside was a glass syringe. The contents of the syringe rapidly changed color from green to violet to other indescribable colors and back again. The temptation was too much as I already decided to inject myself with this substance. I picked up the needle which felt warm despite the chill winter night air. I inserted it into my vein and pressed down the plunger. I Immediately screamed as I felt the intense heat of the serum dissipate through my veins. I began to panic understanding that whatever this substance contained was too much for a still developing boy. I passed out from the exhaustion. I awoke to the smell of breakfast downstairs and my mom alerting me "Joseph! Breakfast is ready!" In her ever cheery tone. I steadily rose from my bed and wondered if last night actually happened. That doubt immediately fled as I saw the very dirty case sitting in my room along with the used syringe. Thank god mom didn't find that on my floor. Who knows what she would have thought I was getting in to. I hid the crate and ate breakfast downstairs with my family. All of whom seems completely unfazed by any of the extremely abnormal events from last night. My dad interrupted my thoughts and said "Son are you okay? Did you sleep enough?" "Yeah... I slept great" I responded, thinking of all the things I had to experiment with. At the conclusion of breakfast Mom said she and Dad were going to go to the mall for lunch and then the movies. This excited me knowing that for the next four hours I would be all alone with my first experiment. My sister. My sister Ashley was a year older than me and spent most of her time with her friends or in her room. I wasn't the closest with her but that didn't stop me from taking notice of her mouth watering body. Her ass was something to die for and her tits would make me drool just thinking about them. I would often try to peek while she was roaming our house in revealing nightwear. Which she did quite often . I wasn't certain but she appeared to have large C or maybe small D breasts. These on her tiny 5'5 frame made them look gigantic. I came into her room and asked "Hey sis can I ask you a question?" "Yeah sure just make it quick dork. I have to go to the mall with Jess at five" she snapped back. "Can you make me a grilled cheese sandwich?" She glared at me with eyes that burned with frustration looking at me like "does it look like I'm going to make you a fucking sandwich". Despite her obvious anger she stayed silent. I wondered if perhaps giving her a choice would not quite work. I decided to try something different. "Make me a grilled cheese sandwich" I requested with confidence. "Okay" she said blankly as she got up left her room and turned on the stove. I followed her excited from the potential I had just discovered. I could make her do anything and everything I wanted and I planned to. "Ashley stop making the sandwich" I said. she stopped "What? I already told you I need to be somewhere. Stop wasting my time, nerd" She responded angrily "Hmm although she will follow my orders she is still conscious of her actions and can voice her thoughts" I wondered to myself. "Ashley, From now on you're going to follow my every request and first I want you to take off all your clothes" "Okay Joseph" She then raised her shirt over her head revealing her huge boobs contained in a sexy purple lacy bra. Then she unclipped the bra and let it fall to the floor. Her tits came into view and immediately my cock hardened. Her breasts were a milky white with light brown areola no bigger than a half dollar. Her hard nipples looked delicious as she bent over and began taking off her jeans. She shed her pants and I admired how beautiful she looked topless and how her flat stomach smoothly led to the flair of her hips down to her long legs. Next she removed her matching purple panties and I gawked at her exposed womanhood. She was completely shaved and her slightly open moist lips looked very inviting. I audibly gasped as I took in her full naked body. I kissed her and our tongues forcefully danced in our mouths. I pushed her on her bed and hungrily I took to her tits and started sucking on her nipples. She gasped as I sucked and bit gently and her breathing started to quicken.I alternated between nursing on her two breasts and then started fingering her already drenched pussy. She started rocking her hips and exclaiming "Oh fuck thats good". I started racing to take off my clothing. At this point she didn't even need persuasion or orders. Ashley took my cock into her mouth and began bobbing up and down rapidly trying to swallow my whole seven inches. She took in a deep breath as she began slowly inching more of it into her hungry mouth. "Oh fuck", I exclaimed "I need to fuck your pussy right now" I took my dick out of her watering mouth and lined it up to her throbbing pussy as she desperately tried to grind it against me. I looked into her eyes that were practically screaming "fuck me". I plunged the head inside of my cock within her without mercy and began quickly thrusting in and out of her gripping cunt. Her mouth hung open as she moaned my name over and over. My short quick thrusts grew into long ones as I took my whole cock out of her just to slam it back in to the hilt. Our groans resonated throughout the house companied with the sound of my balls slapping against her ass with my thrusts. She moaned loudly exclaiming "oh fuck you're so deep in me" I grabbed her hips and fucked her without caution and she continued to yell. "I'm gonna come, Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" She yelled repeatedly. I felt her pussy contracting on my cock as she came and the added pressure caused my balls to boil. I reluctantly pulled out of the grip of her tight cunt and came, spewing my cum over her spasming body. The first shot landed on her face covering her with my seed. The following loads hit her heaving tits and stomach. She looked stunning covered in my cum. Her tits rose and fell as she recovered from her exhausting earth shattering orgasm. End of part 1 Authors note: This is my first story so please tell me your criticism or what you want next in the comments. More is definitely coming soon. If you felt there was not enough sex in this part trust me there will be MUCH more in the following chapters.
My Daddy Reads Porn to Me Mom 'assumed'….dad was reading Candi a regular bedtime story, which he always did….at first.. Candi…… My daddy had always read me a bedtime story before bed. Mom had always gone to bed early and it became 'my time' with my daddy. As I grew up I found a hot love story for him to read. I had it in my lap top and he sat on the side of my bed to read it to me. Ok, it was a trick on him. I knew it had some sex in it and I wanted to see if her would read it with deep smooth sexy voice. He had a soft whispery way of telling the story that just gave me tingles, when he read those 'certain' parts. This story had lots of 'tingle' parts in it. I snuggled in under the covers. I was naked and he didn't know it. I hoped he would read it and I could secretly rub myself while he read. I figured he wouldn't even notice. The night came and I was all ready. He picked up my lap top and sat on my bed. He leaned back beside me with his big pillow behind him. I said: "Kiss first." and as always he leaned over to kiss the top of my head. This time I was all ready for something different. I turned my head, pulled his head, and we kissed on the lips. I held it and ran my tongue quickly over his lips. He smiled at the surprise kiss. I got a hot feeling in my pussy. I liked that and sure wanted more kisses like that. As he got ready to read, I snuggled in close to him and put the covers over his robe. Now we were both under the covers. I slowly put my leg over his one leg, and left it there. He began to read the story as I had it all ready for him. It was a 'daddy-daughter- porn story. I had removed the title. It started out mild, then it slowly got hotter and hotter. I wondered if he would read it, and if he did, what would he do? Dad….. I knew Candi was up to her tricks. It was that time in life when girls want sexual attention. I had seen the signs coming. Leaving the bathroom door open as she dressed, same with the shower door and her bedroom door. Why couldn't I have a plain looking daughter instead of a blond beauty with a body and tits that got the attention of any male. Why me? She has a boyfriend to handle her attention, but she's after my attention? She rubbing her leg on mine slightly, like I 'won't' notice? I recognized the story, even with the title removed. I had seen it on a porn site. I think it was "Making my daddy cum", or something like that, so I knew her trick was aimed at me. It was time for me to play a trick on her. I started reading the story…but….started changing the words. I started cleaning it up removing the sex. She caught me. "Daddy!, that's not what it says!, tell the sex part….please?" I said: "Why don't you have your boyfriend read it to you?" She said in her little pouted voice:…. He can't tell it like you and his voice is all wrong. I looked at her and I gave in to what she wanted. I got up and made sure the wife was sound asleep. I got back in bed with Candi…oh god,….I quick glanced…. she was naked…(gulp). Now she snuggle up to me sideways and I felt her bare pussy on my hip. I imagined hand cuffs and me going to jail. I decided to read her a little and then this: "Ok, I start reading this for real…but then how about we wait until mom goes away this weekend to visit her folks?, then I'll read it to you anyway you like it…ok?" Damn, I thought I was being attacked my own daughter. She was all over me, but said 'ok'. This was hard to take,…. she rubbed her pussy on me and kissed me with her tongue going crazy. She whispered: (…"there's nobody like my daddy.") Her boyfriend must not be keeping her very satisfied…. Candi…… I was so happy! Daddy was going to make me all horny while I was right beside him. It was so tense waiting for the weekend. I set up a little something that I didn't want daddy to know about. I had bought the latest small digital voice recorder. It was good for 2 hours of recording time. The next thing I did was to hide it beside my bed. It made no noise what so ever. I hoped this was going to be the first time daddy would at least have 'some kind' of sex with me. I would have it all on my recorder to play it back anytime I wanted to. I told my BFF Tracy about it. She went crazy waiting to hear us live. She wanted to hear us messing around sexually. Her dad wouldn't touch her and she wanted to know what it would be like if he did feel her up and let her feel him up. We had talked about this many times during sleepovers. Now I had to plan out how to get my daddy to maybe play with my body and me play with his. Tracy asked: "Have you ever seen your dad naked?" I said I had when I peeked at him changing clothes and in the shower, but that was all. She said she saw her dad and mom in the shower fooling around. I said: "Really! What were they doing? She said: "Well…they washed each other and then mom started stroking daddy 'thing'. It got huge and she started kissing it. Dad started feeling her big titties and then the glass got so steamy I couldn't see much else….but I heard dad moan and something was happening because some white stuff squirted on the glass. "Was it cum?" I asked. "I think so because I could see mom licking it off the glass. I quick closed the door and got out of there. What's cum? " I said I didn't really know, but I would ask my dad more about it….but I think it makes baby's. She said that they left right after that and she went in the shower. She spotted some cum left on the lower glass. I ask her: "What did you do?" She said she put some on her finger and licked it like mom did. It tasted strange and a little salty…."It made me horny to taste it. It had a aroma to it that excited me, so I took a pair of my panties and put the left over cum all over one spot. I liked to smell them when I finger myself." I said: "Omg…I would like to try that some time." She grinned and said: "I got them in a little plastic bag in my back pack."…… Dad……. I watched the clock at work slowly tick off the minutes. It was Friday and tonight was Candi's big story reading session. Would I 'step over the line' ?….I wasn't sure at all. Little did I know what was going to happen tonight or I would have been going home early for some reason…. Candi…… Tracy was over as usual and we talked. She had a whole bunch of question for me to ask my daddy. I said I would 'try' to get her some answers….but right now, I wanted to see and smell that little plastic bag of hers. I got her to get it and come in the bath room with me with it. I was already horny, but now I was really horny. She got it and came in as I locked the door. Daddy wouldn't be home for a while yet. She took it out. I saw some cream colored stuff at the bottom. It was her dad's cum. She said she would open it and for me to take a quick smell, and then she would close it quick to save the smell. I was excited as she got all ready….open, smell, close. That was it. I had never smelled anything like to compare. It did give me chills tho. She watched me smile and shiver a little. It did excite me. "Did you like it?" she asked. We giggled as she knew by my smile… I did. I had to taste it. "One taste Tracy, let me have one taste." I said. "Ready?" she open the little bag and I stuck my finger right in it. I tasted the slightly salty taste…but it tingled my tongue. I shivered as we giggled again. She took a taste and then, put her hand in her panties and rubbed it on her pussy. "Tracy!, what did you just do!" I said. She said rubbing it on her pussy made her clit tingle. Of course I had to try it too. We leaned against the wall and began fingering ourselves. It did tingle, just like she said. She whispered in my ear. I said: "No!, daddy would never go for that……" Dad……. Driving home I tried to map out how I would handle Candi. I had hoped her boyfriend would and her would be having sex by now and he could take care of her sexual needs. Tracy…… I had a plan. I had to convince Candi into going for it. I wanted her to let me sleepover and listen or maybe even watch them….she stalled….so I upped the offer. I would hide in the closet and make video of them. That….got her attention. I told her how I would do it. Hide in her long closet on the old mattress in there. Turn on the desk lamp on low in front of slightly open closet door. She thought…..and then she went for it. To have a sound video of her and her daddy's reading porn and maybe have a little sex play time excited her. I didn't tell her all of it….. I had a few talks with her dad when she wasn't around. The last talk, I sat on his lap and leaned on him. I told him how I wanted him to be my 'other' daddy and that I had a big crush on him. I then quick kissed him real wet on the mouth. That was our first kiss and I took his hand and put it on my titties. I told him of my plan to record him telling her a hot story, I didn't say anything about a video too. So…he knew I would be in the closet and said he would not pay attention to the closet. Dad…… Tracy was a hot girl and she had a crush on me she told me. We ended up sneaking some kissing and feeling of her tits. This was my first time to ever do something like this, but she wasn't my daughter and she kept quiet about it. God she was cute, long hair and nice tits for her age. She helped lowered any urges I had to mess with Candi…well…it helped….kinda… We never told Candi, that her mom and I had a agreement. Her mom was having an affair with her brother for many years now. I accepted that in exchange for 'if' I found a female I wanted to have an affair with I would do so. Her mom's 'visits' to her mom's house were a cover for her affair with her brother. They started having sex in their early teens and just never stopped. Now…. Tracy was a girl, even tho young, intrigued me very much. Tonight I would have them both listening to me tell a hot sex story and getting us 'all' horny. This should be an interesting night… Tracy…… I was in position and all set up to make my sound video of him reading his hot porn story. My heart was pounding with excitement and I had a very wet pussy already. I could see Candi all ready for her ploy to make her dad all horny and maybe…..get some sex play from him. It was time….. Candi……. Here was daddy in his robe and I handed him my lap top. I was naked of course under the covers and my clit already tingled. He got in position. "Kiss first", I said. I pulled him down hard over to me but this time let my tongue go wild in his mouth. Oh my god…..he let his tongue return the tongue play. I put the covers over him and threw my leg over him. I rubbed my pussy on his leg and kept going. I ended up on top of him and my pussy felt his big erection. He put the lap top on the floor and put his arms around me. It was pure heaven as I slid my pussy back and forth on his warm cock. His robe was now open and his cock went between my legs. My wetness made it slick as I rubbed my clit on it. I had an orgasm. It took my breath away as a moan came out of my mouth. He was finally feeling my tits and body. I slid down and went for it. I got to his cock and rubbed it on my face, all warm and big. I felt I had to hurry before he stopped me. He never did. I put his cock in my mouth and started jacking it. He felt my face and guided my head. I had another orgasm as my pussy had never reacted this way before. I rubbed my pussy on his leg as it became all slick and wet. I felt him tense up and groan. He thrusted his cock up and I felt it. Hot cum filling my mouth over and over….and I just had a multiple orgasm on his leg. Finally I had some sex play with him I had fantasized about. I kept on sucking on him and licking the warm cum off of him…… Oh my god…the video. I hope she got it all. "You can come out now Tracy." daddy said. I froze…he knew about her being in the closet! "Show Candi how to work the camera, and you come here. You girls started this ploy and tonight were going to do it all." It was a dream come true for Tracy and I. I brought out he camera and we set it up. This was one video we both wanted forever. We all got under the covers now all naked. Daddy got the laptop and with me on one side of daddy and Tracy on the other, He began to read the hot porn story. He didn't get very far. I looked at Tracy and she looked at me. We closed the laptop. We attacked my daddy. I watched Tracy and him go for it. Kissing, feeling, licking and me in the fray with them. Daddy was cutting loose. He felt our tits and sucked on them. His fingers were all over our slits and rubbing them. He licked our pussy's and we sucked on his cock. He got Tracy on her back, lifted her legs up and licked her pussy as she went into ecstasy. His finger was in my pussy at the same time. One rub and I had another orgasm. I love watching him make Tracy so hot. I suspected she was hot for him, and I was right. He then got her 69 and we both sucked on him as he took turns licking our pussy's. Tracy could take no more. She got on top of him and started putting his cock in her pussy. I felt both of them as they were going to have full sex. They both felt my titties and pussy. I had never watched two people have sex before and it was making my pussy pulse just watching. It was pure awesome. I wanted to be next. ----- Tracy and I watched the video the next day, over and over. When daddy got home we made him wait until that night before we let him watch it. We hooked it up on his big screen TV in his bedroom. Now it was my turn while Tracy watched. We attacked him again. We stripped his clothes off and we all got in the shower. We played as we washed us all. We pulled him into bed and it all began to happen again…only this time I got on top of him and worked his cock in my pussy. Tracy and I kissed on him and Tracy fingered herself as we slowly began to fuck. At last I was having my fantasy fulfilled. Daddy felt so awesome in me and my pussy was alive with feelings. I started automatically fucking him faster as it all built up. Tracy feeling his balls and my ass just added to it. All my 'buttons' were being push and ones I didn't even know I had. Daddy held me and felt me until I had my first real climax. I shook my body and my mind. His cock exploded in me. I felt the spray of his hot cum deep in my quivering pussy. New moans came out of my mouth as we slapped our bodies together. Tracy orgasmed with us and rubbed her pussy hard on daddy's leg…..we all just moaned together…… It was the most wonderful long long night….ever.
Introduction: Mrs. Hernandez, a sexy high school teacher. Chaperones the school dance, along with another teacher, who's also her best friend. They smoke a little pot, then Mrs. H ends up in the shower with one of her students. Ms. Hernandez has to chaperone I was on my way back to the school campus when I received a text from my best friend, Nicole. The text read: "I brought a surprise for you...xoxo" I wasn't sure what kind of surprise she had in store for me, but knowing Nicole, as I do. It was probably something bad. I arrived at the dance at 6:30, about a half hour before the dance was to start. As I was grabbing my purse from the front seat, I heard Nicole's voice coming from behind me. "Check you out, Chica. Your ass looks AMAZING in that dress" I was wearing a little black dress, that hung to my curvaceous 36-24-40 Latina frame. The dress was low-cut in the front, showing off my ample cleavage. But the slit along the side, that stopped right below my butt, is what made the dress look really hot. I was hot and I knew it. So I put my hands on my hips, and struck a pose for my friend: "Not too shabby for a 33-year old Latina, huh?" We both laughed as we made our way into the school's gymnasium. I was watching the DJ set up up his equipment. When Nicole approached me: "I hope you haven't forgotten about my little surprise?" I really had forgotten all about her surprise. But I was curious to find out what shenanigans she had planned for the night: "Ok, ok...what is it?" She looked around the room, before grabbing me by the shoulders: "Shhhh.....I can't tell you here. Let's go around the back of the building" When we arrived at the back of the building, Nicole reached into her purse and pulled out a joint: "Ta-da" I was in total shock: "Is that a joint?" Nicole was smiling while she nodded her head: "Yes, it is. It's called Trainwreck. Just a little something for us, since we have to chaperone a bunch of horny teenagers. This way we'll be able to enjoy ourselves as well" I was a little skeptical at first: "I don't know, Nicole. What if we get caught?" But Nicole was persistent: "Come on, live a little for once." I knew she was right. So I said: "Fuck it. Spark it up, Chica" I watched as Nicole lit up the joint, then she blew on the tip, before passing it to me. I really didn't feel anything after the first hit, but by the third hit, I was on cloud nine. I was beginning to giggle like a little school girl when Nicole looked over at me: "I don't know about you, Chica. But, I'm high as shit right now." Since this was my first time getting stoned. I was feeling kind of nervous. So I put on some more perfume and popped a couple of breath mints into my mouth: "I don't think that we should do this, Nicole. I think I'm too high" Nicole just smiled at me, with her glossy brown eyes: "You're just tweaking a little since this was your first time. But you'll relax once we get back inside. I'm not sure if it was the weed, but I was highly aroused. I was watching Nicole as she walked in front of me, letting her round hips sway from side to side. And the way her ass had a slight giggle to it. I've always thought Nicole was a cute black girl. But now I understood why all of the boys were attending her choir classes. With her petite 5" 2', 120 lbs, 32-22-36 frame. She was an absolute knockout. I was already starting to feel more relaxed and at ease, as we entered the gym. I caught a few of male students checking us out. Which was quite flattering. As I thought to myself: "Why should these young girls garner ALL the attention" It wasn't long before the loud music had me ready to dance. So I grabbed Nicole, and we made our way to the dance floor. We were having a great time to ourselves, just dancing with each other. But when the DJ played Migos - Bad & Boujee, the crowd went wild. Soon all of the student's were grinding on each other, as they sang the words to the song. Normally, I would've protested such a thing. But tonight I was high and was enjoying myself. And so was Nicole. I was still dancing, when out the corner of my eye. I saw Justin, who's one of my favorite students. Standing up against the wall all by himself, with a sad look on his face. So I approached him to see what was wrong: "And why aren't you out there dancing, young man?" He answered: "Because no one want's to dance with me" I felt bad for the poor fella. Not only was he a bit of a geek. But he was freakishly big and tall for a 15-year old kid. At 6" 4', 250 lbs. He dwarfed little old me at 5" 6', 135 lbs. But he was also a "gentle giant" Which is why I've always adored him. After watching him sulk. I made up my mind that my pal Justin was going to have a good time as well. So I batted my eyes as I grabbed his massive hands and said: "Well, I'm asking you for a dance, now. That is if you're not too cool to dance with a little old lady like me" Justin, almost immediately snapped out of his funk, and followed me to the dancefloor. Of course, all eyes were on the two of us, as we moved to the dancefloor. But I didn't care. Justin deserved to have a good time, just as much as any other kid. So when the DJ played another hip-hop song, Justin and I threw our hands in the air and started to dance. To my surprise. Justin was a very good dancer. Not only was he dancing to the beat, but he knew all of the latest dances. Something that I wasn't expecting from a goofy white kid. I was really enjoying dancing with him until I bumped my back up against his crotch and felt the huge bulge in his pants. I thought to myself: "Was that his cock? That thing must be HUGE" He didn't let it happen again. So I didn't think anything of it. But after dancing with Nicole, then dancing with Justin for three songs. I was beginning to feel dehydrated. So I asked Justin to bring me a cup of punch from the refreshment table: "Be a dear and get me a cup of punch, with plenty of ice, please" Which Justin seemed almost too eager to do. "No-no problem, Mrs. H" Then he sped off to the refreshment table. Then as he made his way back to where I was standing. One of the other student's stuck out their foot, tripping Justin. Causing him to not only to fall, but he also spilled punch all over my dress. So while the other student's laughed and mocked Justin. I helped him pick up the cups, and told him not to worry about it: "Don't worry, Justin. It's really not a big deal. In fact, I keep an extra outfit in my locker for such occasions" But Justin continued to sulk: "I'm such a jerk, for ruining your pretty dress" I tried to console him as best I could: "No, you're not a jerk at all, Justin. But the person who tripped you, they're the real jerks" That seemed to cheer him up a bit. My little black dress was still saturated with a punch, causing it to cling to my skin. I knew that the shower stalls would be empty. So I told Justin that I had to go and get changed: "I'll be back in a few minutes. You stay here and enjoy yourself" Justin just nodded his head: "Ok, Mrs. H" When I made it into the teachers' lounge, I immediately went to my locker and pulled out my blue sundress. After undressing in the teachers' lounge, I went into the girl's locker room, to take a hot shower. I could still hear the loud music coming from the gym. Which is why I didn't hear Justin when he entered the girl's locker room right behind me. I was in the middle of rinsing myself off when Justin moved in behind me and started squeezing my breasts: "Let me make it up to you, Mrs. H" I was terrified about being groped by some stranger in the shower. But when I heard Justin's voice, and the feeling of his massive hands squeezing my breasts, it triggered something deep inside me. My mouth was saying: "No, Justin, this is wrong" But my body was yearning to be ravaged by this hulk of a young man. As I gave way to my inhibitions. Justin caressed my breasts while kissing my neck. "Oh, Mrs. H. You taste so sweet" Soon I felt his 12-inch cock sliding in between my legs, rubbing along my clit: "Please, Justin, don't stop" I knew at that moment, that I wanted Justin's big cock deep inside of me. That's when Justin lead me back into the running shower, where he kissed me from behind, before turning me around to face him. I felt the pressure from his throbbing cock, pushing up against my stomach, causing my cunt muscles to contract. I was used to my husband's big 8-inch cock. But knowing that I was about to be impaled by a giant 12-inch cock, was making me hotter than ever before. With the hot water from the shower, raining down on us. Justin, very easily, lifted me up, until his cock was right at the entrance of my dripping cunt. And as his huge hands were cupping my ass, he lowered me down on his massive unit. Causing my body to tremble: "Ooooohhhh, ooohhhh, Justin. Fuck me, fuck your naughty teacher" I swear, I could feel every inch of Justin's thick and veiny cock, as he penetrated my womb. Justin's big cock was about to reach spots inside my cunt that I never knew I had. Making me cum like never before. And as I rocked my hips back and forth on Justin's big teenage cock, I came: "Oh, God. I'M-GONNA-CUM" While I was having the biggest orgasm of my life. I could feel Justin's hard cock, start to jump and twitch. Soon, I felt jet after jet of his warm seed, flooding my cunt. He continued to stuff me with his hard cock until every drop of cum was buried inside my cunt. When he finally raised me up off his cock. I could feel his warm cum slowly dripping out of me. As I climbed down from his cock. I looked up at Justin. Who looked so big and masculine. Standing there letting the hot water run all over his body. Bringing out my submissive side. And since his big cock was still hard. I dropped to my knees and took it into my mouth. There I was, a 33-year old teacher, in the girl's locker room shower, on my knees, with a student's cock in my mouth. When I heard the voice of my friend, Nicole: "I hope you don't mind if I watch" To be continued.....
(this is mt first story and I suck at grammar and spelling I hope you like it and can read it) My name is Jerry, I am 16, I am 5'6", I have brown eyes and hair, I am chubby but not fat. I have a 5.5 inch penis which I am on the average size for an adult man. Unless you watch porn the guys on there are big, and the average size of them is like 7 inches. But I am ok with what I have, I have been masturbating for about 5 years now and I have done it at school a lot. I think that is my favorite place to jack-off. I am not gay or I don't think I am, I believe that I am bi-couries. I am in my tenth grade year at Fulton High School in Michigan. I am not in to sports but I love gym. I love seeing all the boys change. I am always last to enter the lockroom and leave it. Even knowing I have been watching the boys change for the past year in a half, but no one in my class is worth my time or my rep. But today is a little different, it's the day before spring break and the 8th grades boys where here to check out the high school, like they do every year. They attend our classes and have lunch and by the end of the day they head back to the middle school to get their bus or their ride. When I entered the lock-room I seen my friend Timmy we have been friends since like third. I think he is a good looking guy and I love to watch him change. Timmy was taking down his shorts and putting his white tee on. When a group of four 8th grade boys enter the lock room, scared out of their minds as the other boys where changing. The taller one I knew from my brothers yearbook, his name was James. He was about 4'9 to about 5 foot tall, his hair was black and he was sporting a shag hair cut, but his eye is what got me looking at him hard, they where blue, like the sky. His skin was pasty white. I could not stop looking at him. I was standing there by my locker when Timmy slammed his locker close to get my attention, saying Jerry" stop daydreaming and get your ass dressed." The locker room was empty the only one in there where me and the four 8th grade boys. I was sitting on the banch when the boys started to change into their gym cloths. I was still in my school cloths when James came over and asked if he could put his close into my locker. I said yes and told him my name, but he knew who I was from my little brother. So we started to talk about high school, as we were changing the other three left for the class. James had a nice 14 year old body no hair anywhere and when he lowered he pants he was wearing a pair of blue boxers. So I started to remove my shirt and pants too. I was wearing a pair of heart boxers my mom got me. When I looked up James was looking at my boxers and laughing. I asked what was so funny and he said that he would never wear heart boxers if his life was depending on it. As James was putting on his gym shorts I seen his penis head poke out a little. It looked nice and this made me start to get hard. I tried to hide it but it was hard cause I had a tent in my shorts, so I turned around quick as James put on his tee, and put his cloths in my locker. I was praying to God that he didn't see the tent. I said to James that I had to pee before I left the locker-room and I would see him in the gym, but now that he was alone and his friends left he said he would wait for me. I put my shorts on as fast as I could and I walk to the stall in the locker-room as I was putting my tee on. When I enter the stall all I could do was think of James penis poking out of his shorts. So I though I would jack-off quick and then I would not have to worry getting a hard-on again. So I sat down pulling my shorts and boxers as low as they would go. Then I started to jack-off slowly cause I knew that James was out there waiting for me. As I start to go faster my balls started to slap on my hand as I down stroked. I have jacked-off here many time before and I would almost shoot as soon as I started. But this time was different. I had James waiting for me which I guess made me a little scared, cause I didn't want to get caught. So as I got faster and my balls and foreskin start to make a slapping sound it must have been loud. Cause I soon seen James walk past the stall door looking in the crack. He stopped for a second and I meet his eyes. Then he walked to the stall across from me. He shut the door and I though I was safe and I open the door a little like I always do. Because even knowing I didn't want to get caught I want to, that is what I liked about jacking-off at school you never know what will happen. When I cracked the door like not even an inch I heard James open his door and start to walk out of the stall. I was scared as hell that he would see me and tell. But it was to late I was about to cum and them James open the door and said what the fuck is taking you so long. I lowered my tee to cover my hard throbbing penis. And said I was sorry. Then I seen that James had a small tent too. He entered my stall and locked the door and lifted my tee and asked if he could watch me finish. I said yes, because I need to cum. So I started to stroke my penis slow and fast, when he said that he wanted me to stand up so he could see my dick, like I said before it was 5.5 inches and had a small patch of hair above my shaft. He looked at it intensely, and said he like to touch it. I was so happy, I have never had anyone touch me sexually before. So I stood there with my hand on my hips as James right hand reached out shacking, grabbing my penis. I let out a gasp for air, his soft hands worked up and down my shaft and on the third stroke I shoot out three shoots of cum, all over his hand and tee. He laughed but I was sacred now that he had cum on him. James still had a small tent in his shorts as he turned around the face the door, I bent down to pull my shorts and boxers back up. I said thank you to James and he said no problem he always want to see a boy cum. So as I was waiting for him to open the stall I turned and ask, in a shy and tumbling voice if I would like to watch him cum. I heart stopped and my mouth fell open and I said yes in a low hush as if it didn't even leave my lips. Them James short and boxers where down to his knees. His penis was hairless just like his body and his penis was about 4 inches sticking up to the sky. James blushed when I looked his little body over. Even knowing I just came I got hard again at the sight of his body. James started to stroking his penis and I sat back down, to watch him. I smiled, and so did he. He asked it I wanted to touch him. And I said yes! So I was sitting down and he walked up to me a little so his penis was at mt face. I was the cute thing I have ever seen, it head glisten with pre-cum and he had a vain that poped out to the side, the head was curve up. I took it in my thumb and two fingers and started to storck his penis. He leg started to shake a little and he stood on his tip toes and let out a sigh as he came in to my hand. It was warm and stick, wasn't as thick as mine. He smile and pulled his shorts up and walked out the stall tucking his tee in. As we left the locker-room he said that he will talk to my brother and see if he could stay over sometime and we can do this again. (if you like this story comment and rate, if I get good comment and ratings I will write more)
Introduction: Where I have an interesting time with my sisters. My younger sister Angie and I rarely got along growing up. She and my little brother were always much closer. When my brother moved to his dad's house, it got even worse, and I think she blamed me for it. But when I was 18 and she was 16, things changed. My mom remarried, and along with her scum bag husband, came our new stepsister Shayla, also 16, and she could not have been less like my sister. Angie was athletic and outdoorsy, and Shayla into trendy clothes and malls. Shayla was petite, with long brown hair, a tiny waist, and narrow hips. Angie had a more firm round body more built for a basketball court than a runway, with short blonde hair and wider hips. Angie tended to wear more practical clothes, mainly t-shirts and jeans that hugged her form and Shayla preferred trendy button up shirts with short skirts that matched to varying degrees. They shared a room, but spent every minute hating each other. Somewhere along the way with their rivalry, I became a battle ground. Shayla started out just being generally nice to me, and since I was 18 and had a car, meant that she went with me places. Angie of course started getting jealous, and started trying to top her. They kept escalating their rivalry, and if one made me a sandwich, the other would cook me dinner. If one leaned against me while watching a movie, the other had to sit in my lap. No matter what happened, they had to show that they were better than the other and I, being the oblivious loser, never thought more of it than innocent one ups-man ship. The innocence was tossed out the window though, and it was as much a surprise to me as anyone. I came home late one night after a concert, and Shayla was having a sleepover with her friend Christy. I quietly went to my room, and a few moments later, I heard a light knock on my door. Shayla was at the door. "Um, Christy was wondering if you wanted to lay down with us." I shrugged, pulled on some shorts, and brought my pillow into the den. They each moved over to the edge so I was in the middle of the mattress, and they immediately rested their heads on my shoulders. I started to doze, but was awakened a short time later by a hand slipping down my shorts. The small fingers worked my shorts down and began to tenderly massage my balls. My shaft quickly hardened in surprise, and the small hand took hold of it and continued its massage. My first thought was Christy, but when I opened my eyes, she was sound asleep. I turned to my left, and my tongue and lips were assaulted. A fury of kisses covered my mouth, and a warm mouth nibbled at the soft skin on my neck. My assailant managed all of this while keeping my left arm pinned under her, though I had no inclination to offer any resistance. I could not believe what was happening. Shayla's petite hand was gripping my cock, and her budding breasts pressed against me as she furiously kissed my face. With one arm pinned beneath her sleeping friend, and the other completely under the Shayla's control, I was at her mercy. She quickly pulled herself up, pinning my cock between my stomach and her warm wetness, and started grinding her tender pussy against my aching cock, while freeing my hand to run across her firm ass and breast. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter. The whole time her friend slept soundly across my right arm, Shayla's nubile body pressed tightly against me, the forbidden nakedness of it just making me want her more. Pre-cum oozed, mixing with her juices and our bellies slid against each other. I was nearly ready to burst, and we had barely begun. Just when I wanted to cry out, she leaned down close to me and said, "Shh, you don't want to wake anyone up before the best part." She kissed me lightly on the chin, and then with the smoothest movement, my world exploded in lights. Her slippery pussy wrapped around my cock and I knew right then that I was not going to set any records in duration. She bounced up and down with all the energy that only a teenage girl could muster. Her body moved like a piston, driving her down on me and rising again, and each movement serving to push me closer and closer to the edge. I couldn't believe what was happening. She seemed possessed, and I was determined to satisfy her so I began to match her pace as I rocked my hips upward to match her downward movements. I put my arm around her waist to pull her down to me, and locked my mouth on her tiny titties, making her nipples rock hard with my tongue, before burying my face in her neck. I gripped her firm butt with my free hand, and pulled her down to me, driving my cock deep into her body. Her young pussy gripped my shaft and I pulled her even tighter. She let out the tiniest squeak, and I could feel her body clenching around my shaft, then a gush of wetness. This sent me over the edge, and I exploded inside of her, drenching her insides with sticky cum. As we lay there gasping, covered in sweat, Christy snored loudly right in my ear. The next morning at breakfast, things seemed back to normal. Christy and Shayla ate pancakes, Angie ate eggs, and nobody mentioned anything unusual the night before. For the next few days, things seemed fairly normal, though I couldn't keep my eyes off of Shayla's body. She seemed to love flaunting it, and made it a point to give me glimpses every chance she got. Angie must have noticed, and decided she'd had enough. She had no intention of letting Shayla get so much attention without getting her say in things. I lay sleeping early the next Monday morning, and without fully waking up, I heard my mom and stepdad leave for work. I heard a gentle creak of my bedroom door, and then a weight shifted around on my bed. A small body pressed against my back, and I thought maybe Shayla had decided on another adventure. Again, a hand slipped down my shorts, and I could feel a warm body press in against my bare back, with soft breasts and a softer tuft of hair on a warm pussy held firmly against me. As my rod attained its full extension, I could feel light kisses on the back of my neck. I turned over to meet her mouth and nearly shouted in surprise. As I lay there amazed, Angie's naked body, firm, fit and athletic, captured my attention. Without saying a word, she pulled my shorts off and wrapped her lips around my rock hard shaft. Her tongue wormed its way around the head, before she brought her mouth completely to the base of my cock. I could feel her throat squeezing tightly on me before she pulled back. She began using her face to fuck my cock with a passion. Angie's moans of satisfaction mixed with mine. Soon I ached to taste her like she tasted me. I pulled her body over to me and buried my face in her sweet smelling slit. Her clit glistened at me, as I lapped at her furiously. Time and time again she gushed at me, and I drank in her juices each time. After what had seemed forever, I could feel my balls clenching, and Angie still working her way up and down without pause. Just when I thought I couldn't hold back any longer, she stopped. I ached for release, and she wanted to make me wait. She rose up, and moved her body, positioning herself over my cock, grinning impishly. With a sly smile, she slipped it into her amazingly tight ass. Unable to hold back, I came the moment I was inside her. She wasn't finished with me though, and her firm ass kept my cock hard. She slowly worked her body up and down, and my seed provided some slipperiness as it coated inside her. She kept her body moving and writhing and her handful sized breasts jiggled enticingly. Soon, she was pounding away furiously, taking the full extent of my shaft deep inside her. She dug her fingers into my chest and bit her lip as she impaled herself on me again and again. I could not believe my sweet baby sister was in my bed, with my cock buried so completely inside her ass, and I was quickly returning to the point of ecstasy. Unable to handle any more, I pushed her over onto her back, and started pounding into her with reckless abandon. She buried her fingers into her pussy, and wave after wave of her orgasms poured over me, and I picked up my pace. Soon, Angie was gasping, and begged, "Come! Come in me. I want you to come in me, please!" With that, I just couldn't hold back a moment longer and let go with a torrent. When I did, it was too much for her, and she unleashed a torrent of her own, and dripped down her body and wetted my balls with her juices. I lay back, panting, and Angie set about licking my balls and shaft clean. She then leaned in, buried her tongue in my mouth. After a few moments, she leaned out, kissed me on the forehead, and then left my room to get dressed for school. At school, things seemed back to normal for the girls, but it was hell for me. My friends kept going on about their weekends, and who they claimed to have made out with, and on and on. Of course I couldn't tell about my amazing weekend, and even if I could, who would believe me? Angie and Shayla passed me in the hall a few times that day, but didn't give any real indication that anything had happened. By the end of the day, I had started wondering if maybe I had dreamed the whole thing up or something. After school, I walked out to my car, and Shayla was waiting for me. "Hey, could you bring me to the mall on your way to work? Daddy said he'd pick me up from there if you could drop me off." I shrugged and unlocked the doors. As the bus Angie and Shayla normally rode home pulled out, I could see Angie in the window staring at Shayla with anger. We were a mile out when I heard Shayla unbuckle her seatbelt. "Hey, I thought of a way to thank you for the ride. I hope you don't mind." Without waiting for an answer, she had my fly open, and was pulling my rapidly hardening cock from my jeans. I nearly drove into oncoming traffic when I felt her warm, wet mouth envelope me, and her grunts of effort had me seeing stars. She would stop and gasp for air every few moments, and then dive back down to keep driving me even wilder. She pulled up her skirt, shoved aside her panties, and started rubbing her nearly hairless pussy rapidly. I could feel myself getting light headed, and found a back road to pull down so I could park before I had a wreck. Shayla looked up at me and said, "I thought you'd never get the hint." She hit the lever to move my seat back and quickly climbed into my lap. Her tiny breasts shoved out at me through her shirt, as she positioned her dripping pussy over my fully attentive shaft. With a gasp, she pushed down onto me. I could feel her come immediately, but she wasn't content with just that. After her body quit shaking against me, she began to lift herself up. She gripped my seat for leverage, and started bouncing up and down furiously. I gripped her firm ass, and pulled myself deeper into her. Then she would lift up again, almost completely, and then I would pull her back down, until I was fully inside her again. She gasped, "Oh God. Oh, put your finger in me. I want you in both of my holes. Fuck, I need you so badly." Using her juices to wet my finger, I began working my finger into her little hole, and she groaned in reply. She began rocking faster, as my cock filled one hole, and my finger was buried to the knuckle in the other. She started shouting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." And I could feel her body begin it's now familiar convulsing. She drove her tongue down my throat as she drove my cock deep into her belly. I exploded inside her, and she returned the favor as orgasm after orgasm shook her body. Panting and exhausted, we sat embraced for what seemed forever. Soon she started stirring again, and my spent shaft still inside her began to come back to life. With renewed energy, her firm buttock began rising and falling with a slow but steady rhythm. She punctuated each drop with a light bite to my neck, sending amazing sensations down my spine with each thrust. The steady pace, following the fevered pace from before, was a welcome relief. Her soaked panties rubbed against the side of my cock as she maintained her hypnotic movements. I ran my hands under her shirt, and slipped my fingers beneath her bra, and began tenderly massaging her breasts and nipples. She unbuttoned her shirt, and unhooked her bra, then pressed her chest into my face. My tongue worked her nipples, and I started sucking on them with abandon. The harder I sucked, the faster her pace became. Soon we were furiously writhing, with her pussy making slurping noises with each fevered push. I felt her again and again convulse in orgasm, but she maintained her frantic pace. At the moment of truth, she practically leaped from me and buried my cock down her throat. I exploded down her throat, and she gulped down every drop of my seed. After a few intense moments, I began to wither in her mouth, and she rose up and ran her tongue across my lips, sharing the taste of our combined fluids. She climbed back into her seat, then pulled her soaked panties off. With a grin and a laugh, she wadded them up then stuffed them in my glove box as a souvenir. I breathlessly started the car back up, and drove her to the mall before driving to my part time job. My boss griped at me for a few minutes for being late, and I had to just let him, because there was no way I was telling him why. After a lecture about responsibility, I got to work and tried to keep myself occupied. I got home late and the house was quiet. I headed straight to the bathroom, and stripped down for a shower. The smell of Shayla's juices still clung to my balls, and I could smell their sweet flavor, instantly making me rock hard. I climbed in the shower, and stood with the hot water pouring over me, while I gently stroked myself to the memory. I stepped out of the water and opened my eyes, to see Angie, naked and wet from the steam, standing in front of me in the shower. She was looking down at my hand on my cock, with a hand on her hip. "Hey, you know you don't have to do that yourself. You just let me know when you have a need, and I'll be happy to help." She pushed me out of the water stream, and let the water pour over her curves. She turned away, and let the hot water soak her firm ass. She swayed enticingly, leaned forward and parted her pussy lips. She motioned me forward. As I got to her, she began grinding against the underside of my cock, arching her back to bring her body close enough for my hands to explore. The water and her juices served to make things slippery, and we both began to breathe heavily, when I pinned her to the shower wall. She took ahold of my cock, and desperately shoved it into her waiting pussy. She pushed against the shower wall, giving leverage to get me completely inside her tight flesh, and I grabbed her breasts, pulling her in tightly. Soon she was gripping the soap rack, with her feet completely off the floor and wrapped tight around my hips. I felt her drench my cock again and again, as orgasm after orgasm enveloped her. I held her tightly with one arm, while I worked her clit with the other. Her small body, firm and athletic, seemed to have an endless stamina. I, however, was growing very tired. She pulled away from me and spun around. She pinned me in the corner, planted one foot against the edge of the shower, she attacked my cock again with youthful glee. Her body rocked back and forth, bracing her hands on my shoulders for balance, and I could feel her body sucking against me with each withdrawal. Her pussy clung to my cock, and each movement was one of utter ecstasy. My legs nearly buckled beneath me as I released inside her womb, my seed coating her young body. Without a word, she kissed me then climbed out of the shower, and was sound asleep by the time I got to the hallway. I was getting more and more confused. And over the next few weeks I just kept being surprised. The girls would keep trying to outdo each other, and I was their play thing. As we sat on the couch watching a movie, Shayla pulled a blanket over us and stroked my dick, with her dad less than five feet away. Angie hid under my desk and sucked me, while my mom stood in the doorway of my room asking me about my weekend plans. Shayla pulled me into a storage closet at school and fucked me during her lunch period. Angie bounced around with my dick buried in her ass while she chatted with her friend on the phone. And neither of them said a word about it to me any other time. They never acknowledged that anything was different, and I felt like I was going insane. Months went by, and I was having more sex than anyone I knew, but I couldn't even mention it to anyone. And through it all, Angie and Shayla continued to bicker and argue at every opportunity. As the school year drew to a close, my band got a job playing at a party for the graduating class, and while it didn't pay much, they said we could bring guests and drink for free, so we were game. Both Angie and Shayla wanted to go with me, and I couldn't very well tell either of them no, but strangely they were both being nice to each other. I didn't understand it, but it was good that they had taken a night off from screaming at each other. The night went well, and they both mingled with others, and got hit on a lot, but as far as I could tell, politely declined and grinned at each other when that happened. We played our set, and got a break as a DJ took over. Angie and Shayla came over to me and asked me to join them in the hot tub in the back yard. I grabbed three bottles of beer on my way back, and left the loud thumping party to the relative quiet of the back yard. Both of the girls were already stripped down and in the tub. I passed them each a bottle and disrobed, and as I climbed in to the tub, I noticed they'd sat their beers down unopened. Their naked bodies, side by side, glistening from the moonlight had my heart racing. I kept looking back and forth between them, and they each had a smile that told me there was something I was missing. They slid around until they had me between them and started running their hands over my chest. Angie whispered in my ear, "I bet you're wondering why we asked you here, huh?" Shayla whispered in the other, "Yeah, we finally found one thing we have in common." They both began kissing my face and neck, while Angie massaged my balls and Shayla gripped my dick. I pulled both of them in close, and squeezed their asses, Angie's firm and round, Shayla's small and petite. I had difficulties focusing, between each of the beautiful nubile bodies pressed so tightly against me, eagerly trying to please me, and their amazing hands working on my hardened dick. Angie looked at Shayla. "I'm older, so I get first. You wait your turn." She then leaned in and kissed her lightly. It would have seemed so sweet and pure, if she didn't at the same time put her leg over me and slip my dick into her waiting pussy. She started a slow, methodical movement. She clearly had no intentions of making this quick. Shayla leaned back and began working her fingers into herself, and let out periodic moans to punctuate Angie's own. Angie pulled her body against mine, and her firm breasts pressed into my chest. Her fingers gripped into my back, and she drove me deeper and deeper into her with each movement. I slowly worked my hands down her back, over her hips, and squeezed her ass. She started kissing and licking my lips as I massaged her tight ass, and bit down as my finger slipped into her. She began rocking her hips back and forth; trying to get both my dick deep inside her wet pussy, and my finger firmly into her tight ass. "Oh my God, I don't know why we didn't do this years ago. I can't believe my big brother is fucking me. This is so…. Oh fuck, I'm coming!" Her body clenched around me as an orgasm shook her. After a few moments, she stopped shaking, gasped for air, and resumed her task of trying to pull me further inside of her. Shayla looked on, and moaned rapidly as an orgasm rocked her as well. Angie locked eyes with me, and started again with a determined intensity. Her blonde hair was matted to her head, and sweat poured from her, and the low hum of the hot tub did nothing to drown out her sharp breathing. I could not break away from her pale blue eyes. I leaned back, so I could get a good view of her body, so young and pure, doing its beautiful dance upon me. As her rhythm built speed, I ran my fingers over her firm tummy, and against the light curve under her breasts. Her pace quickened as I lightly ran my hand against her collarbone, and against her cheek. As her pace became frantic, I held her face, and then pulled her to me, kissing her deeply and passionately as my seed burst into her young womb. As I splashed inside her, she began quaking with another intense orgasm. I sat, gasping and out of breath, as Angie slouched against me. Shayla, however, had other plans. Exhausted, Angie rose off of me, and Shayla took her place. My cock stirred with the water currents, and Shayla looked at it happily. She gripped my shaft and rubbed it between her soft lips. The silky smoothness of it was revitalizing. She teased me, putting just the head of my dick in her pussy, and then drawing it back out. I was still tender so soon after Angie's turn on me, and Shayla was not feeling any sort of patience. Her creamy thighs pressed down on mine as she shifted her weight closer, finally taking me in further. Her knees hugged my hips while she slowly rolled her body, still not taking my entire shaft, but teasing me with apprehension. Angie leaned against me and directed one hand to her pussy, and I ministered to her needs while petite Shayla satisfied herself in my lap. Finally, when she had decided I was recovered enough, she pulled her body against mine, and finally I was completely inside her tight pussy. Angie moaned in my ear, "Fuck her good. Fuck her so good she can't walk. Destroy her pussy, so I can get your dick all to myself. I don't want to share." Shayla barely grunted in reply as she drove my dick into her over and over. Her tiny breasts, with her hard nipples, contrasted to Angie's fuller chest, but Shayla's narrow waist meant she was far more flexible, and made up in enthusiasm what she lacked in curves. I sat there, with my dick deep inside one beautiful sister, one hand fucking the other sister, and my still unopened beer in the other hand. Shayla was pounding her body against mine, and my dick went deep inside her with each fantastic gyration. Angie writhed, and came against my nimble fingers. Simultaneously, Shayla shook and squeezed around my dick, and she exploded with wetness. Their orgasms proved too much, and I soaked Shayla's pussy with wave after wave of semen. I struggled to stay conscious, but Shayla and Angie locked into a passionate kiss. I found myself dozing in the hot tub, with a beautiful naked girl on either shoulder. They looked up at me with a poorly concealed glee. Angie asked, "So, were you wondering what it was that we finally found we have in common?" I nodded lazily, and Shayla piped up, "Well, you see, yesterday we found out something interesting. It would seem that we're both pregnant with your babies." Needless to say, summer vacation was extremely interesting.
Introduction: See how a young boy of merely 16, Derrick, deals with the a forbidden secret lover, his own father... 2:45 am Derrick layed silently in his unkempt twin sized bed. His legs and arms flayed in every direction as he let out a deep, long sigh. His dad came over for a visit yesterday afternoon. Only for about a half-hour so he didn't really get to spend as much time as Derrick would like him to. But he does sincerely appreciate the time his dad squeezes out from his busy schedule. About two months after he split up with his mom and moved out, he got a good position as a car salesman at the used Auto-mall. Derrick's dad, Aaron, had a million dollar smile and a wonderful, outspoken personality that would coax any gullible young lady into a car sale. He had smooth dark hair and charming brown eyes. His skin was also dark, and usually had a little stubble growing under his chin. He was extremely good looking and always dressed smartly. Even at the pool, Derrick had noticed, his body was really toned and muscular. Seeing his dad ascend out of the pool, with a dripping wet, sun-kissed bod made Derrick look away almost blushing. He really missed the time he used to spend with his dad. He missed HIM. So much to the point where Derrick would tear up, and sob with his face in his hands. He especially missed sitting with him, watching movies. Probably their favorite past-time. They'd flop on the couch, flip on a favorite show of theirs and just enjoy the silence and bond they felt with each other. Derrick could sometimes see, out of the corner of his eye, his dad slowly start to fall asleep. His chest would gradually fall up and down to the rhythm of every long, deep breath. He was a beautiful man, with strong arms that sometimes Derrick wished he could just fall asleep wrapped up tight between them. Derrick was almost 16, and had already become strongly aware of his sexuality. He was a homosexual. He was very close to his dad, but not close enough to reveal such an astonishing and precious secret. One instance, about a year or so ago. Derrick lounged with his dad and watched some comedy that he had chosen for them that evening. Aaron liked to be comfortable around the house, so he usually walked around without a shirt on. His rock hard abs were nothing to be ashamed about. He had on black boxer-like shorts that reached almost to his knees. His small, muscular ass could clearly be seen through the thin material, and Derrick couldn't help but stare. His dad looked amazing... And yummy. His dick would sort of lean to the left, the head penetrating the soft cloth a little. He popped open a can of cola and sat on the couch, rather close to Derrick. He swooped his arm over his shoulders and squeezed him playfully. "So, what movie you got for us tonight?" He said with a handsome half-smile. Derrick cleared his throat and said with a loud voice that surprised even himself, "UHHH, well.. I thought maybe Shaun of the dead or something. I dunno. What do you feel like, dad?" "Yeah, sure. Pop it in, D." Aaron's voice was deep and soft. Another great quality he had. Derrick quickly lifted off the couch and put the movie in, returning to the previous spot he sat at, maybe a few inches farther from his dad this time. Derrick felt so good around his father, and so accepted. Aaron treated him as an adult, unlike his mother, Becca, who was constantly baby-ing him, and treating him like a child. The movie started and in no time, Aaron's eyes slowly came to a close. His arm was still up as if it were around Derrick's shoulders revealing a bush of underarm hair. His other hand held the empty cola can, while his legs were crossed at the ankles like they usually were. He had fallen into a deep sleep after about twenty minutes. Derrick stared... And stared. He looked like an angel, his perfect muscular chest, covered with just a thin layer of dark hair was at a peaceful breathing pace. Derrick looked him up and down, over and over again. He had inherited his dads colors, from his hair, to his skin. He wasn't nearly as beautiful though. The movie played on as Derricks eyes met with the bulge that peeked up from under his dad's underwear. The material was thin and limpy enough to show the exact shape of his cock. The size seemed perfect, he wondered what it looked like when it was completely hard. The thought made Derricks heart beat quicken. Aaron moaned something, startling Derrick. He quickly moved his eyes back to the tv. His mind was crowded with wrong, dirty thoughts of things he wanted to do to his father. Right then and there. It was horrible, just the idea of being madly in love with a family member, Derrick knew that. But with another MALE family member, it was all so fucked up. He could never explain to anyone exactly how he felt: How this passionate lust he felt for his own father clouded up his brain almost every second of every day. How every time they'd have a conversation, Derrick couldn't help but smile at how adorable his dad was. How he wanked off basically every day to the thought of touching and playing with his dads rock hard prick. Just as Derricks mind wandered off and a confused, worried daze swept over his face, his father stirred. "What's wrong, D?" Aaron finished off with a tired sigh. Derrick jumped to the sound of his fathers whisper, "What?" He shrugged, "Ya look mad or somethin'." Derrick shifted his direction away from his father, placing a pillow over the huge boner that had been aroused by viewing his father's figure. "Uh..." Aaron set the soda can on the floor, reached for the remote, and muted the movie. His body movements were gentle, yet strong. "You don't talk to much anymore." He scooted closer to Derrick as he sat back, with a concerned look. Derrick let out a soft sigh, "It's nothing." "Bullshit" He grinned. "Really, dad." Derrick did everything he could not to make eye contact, he felt he was on the verge of tears. Aaron placed his warm hand on Derrick's shoulder, he carelessly shrugged it off. Even though his very touch made his stomach turn with emotion. "Come on, D. Tell me. I'm all ears." At that moment, Derrick had never wanted more in his young life just to wrap his dad in his arms and passionately kiss him, mouth to mouth. He stuttered,"W-well, I guess it's just... You and mom." A dark, sad look suddenly jerked at Aaron's face. "I'm sorry. I know it's hard... Things just haven't worked out they way I wanted between us, ya know?" Derrick nodded. He didn't know what to say. He knew the reason he gave his dad for his sadness was untrue and actually silly. He was glad they were splitting up. He was too good for her, anyway. He didn't want his dad to think he was troubled over this situation at all, but it was the quickest excuse he could think of at that moment. His dad patted him on the thigh, closest to his crotch. This sent a wave of intense sensation throughout his body, he was really turned on. And his cock was so hard, begging for attention from his dad. Aaron got up, grabbed his empty can and walked out of the room. Derrick had never felt so in love. His dad was so simple-minded yet so incredibly intelligent, he's everything Derrick would ever want in a man. He removed the pillow to reveal his now throbbing monster of a cock, still hidden beneath his sweat pants. It was completely hard, and Derrick couldn't help but rub the tip a bit. It felt so fucking good. He wanted to continue, but he knew his dad would be back any second. He returned the pillow, and turned up the movies volume. Moments like these were painful reminders of what lead up to the days ahead. As Derrick stared up to the dark ceiling, almost 3:10 in the morning now, a sudden powerful tiredness swept over his body. He closed his eyes and pictured his dads face, inches from his. His warm breath and body musk so sweet, and wonderful. He couldn't take this anymore, he had to tell someone. And soon.
Introduction: A neighbor asks a favor My name is Joe and I live alone. I moved out of my parent's house about 4 years ago. I would have asked my sister to move in, but she recently moved in with her boyfriend, and they are getting serious. So I just live in a one bedroom apartment alone, but on the plus side, I have this neighbor named Angel. She is the nicest and sexiest woman on the planet. We're both 28, but I'm six foot with brown hair and eyes and she is 5'4 with blonde hair and blue eyes. We both come over to each other's apartments every now and then, to borrow stuff, to watch a sports game or when we just wanna hang out because we're alone. One Friday I needed a shower, and I couldn't use mine because it was on the fritz. The landlord said he'd fix it, but obviously that wasn't much of a priority to him. So I walked over there and knocked on the door, but as she answered the door, she was just in a towel and she was all wet too. "Oh I'm sorry Angel, is this a bad time?" I asked. "No, what's up?" Angel asked. "Well, I actually just wanted to know if I could borrow your shower, but it looks like you were in the middle of one," I replied. "I was just getting out, but you can use it, I'm OK with that," Angel said. "OK thanks, I appreciate it," I replied as I walked in. As I got to the bathroom door, I noticed her thong and other clothes were on the floor. "Did you wanna get your clothes first?" I asked. "Yes," Angel replied as she took her towel off. She went into the bathroom and gathered up her clothes, but she just freely let me see her naked though? Was that a come on? I had no idea, but for the time being I dismissed it, went into the bathroom and shut the door. I set my shampoo and body wash down and began undressing. I got in the shower and started bathing, but the whole time I'm thinking about Angel. Seeing her naked just turned me on. I had rarely thought of her as a possible option to date, she was just a nice neighbor and that was it. So I spent a few minutes daydreaming and then I started washing. A minute later, I knew it, I had a crush on her. Was she baiting me by putting herself out there like that? I wondered that the whole time while I was in there, and all of the sudden, the bathroom door opened. "Hey Joe?" Angel asked. I was a little surprised she had something to say or ask while I was in the shower, so I had to wonder, what couldn't wait? I quickly moved the shower curtain so the view of my erection would be blocked. "Yes?" I asked. "I was wondering, do you have any plans tonight?" Angel asked. "No," I replied. "OK, I'll talk to you when you get out then," Angel said. "OK," I replied. She shut the door and I finished in the shower about five minutes later. I got out and dried off, then I went out there to the living room with my stuff. "Well, thanks for letting use the shower," I said. "Your welcome, you can use it anytime," Angel replied. I just looked at her and she looked at me. She said nothing, but I thought there was something she wanted to talk about. "Well, wasn't there something you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked. "Yes, sense you don't have any plans, could you do me a favor?" Angel asked. She was sweet and charming, how could I say no to a favor? "Sure, what is it?" I asked. "Well, if I'm just way out of line, just tell me. Tonight is my ten year high school reunion, and I need someone to play my husband," Angel replied. Then I just had this stunned and awkward look on my face. "I'm sorry, I should not have asked. You are just a really nice guy and I really don't have anyone else to ask. I wasn't even gonna go unless I had someone to go with. I know that quite a few of my old friends are married and have kids now, and I'm not and childless," Angel said. I felt a little bad for her, my ten year reunion was a few weeks before that and I didn't go. I guess it wasn't all that important to me, but what could I say, I had nothing going on. "No, I can do that for you angel. We're good neighbors and friends I like to think, we can do each other favors," I said. "Are you sure, I don't want you to feel obligated," Angel replied. Maybe I was a little after she let me see her naked, but I wasn't gonna tell her that. "Yes of course, I'm sure," I said. "OK thanks, it's just casual, I don't know if you wanna change," Angel replied. "Sure, I'll be right back," I said. "OK, thanks again," Angel replied. I left and went to change. I just put on some nicer clothes and some deodorant as well. It was a weird request, but maybe this would be a pass to get somewhere with her. So I changed and came back to her apartment. I sat on the couch and heard her calling. "Hey Joe, can you come into my room real quick?" Angel asked loudly. "Sure," I replied loudly. Then I came in her room and she was just in her panties with no bra, so I covered my eyes though. "You don't gotta cover your eyes, you saw them earlier," Angel said. So I uncovered as she was looking at dresses. "What dress do you like best?" Angel asked. I really just glanced at the dresses and picked one in about five seconds. "The blue one," I replied. "OK cool," Angel said. She picked it up and put it on right away. "Can you zip me up in the back?" Angel asked. I came up behind her and found the zipper. I zipped it up and I tried to hide the erection in my pants. "OK, you are good now," I said. "Thanks, and don't worry about being turned on, I know I was just in my panties. That's like putting ice cream in front a kid and expecting them not to eat it," Angel replied. "OK then, but why were you just in your panties though?" I asked. Truth be told, I had no idea, she was a great friend, but I still couldn't figure out exactly what she was thinking though. "You are just a good friend I'm comfortable with, I guess," Angel replied. "OK then, well I'm ready to go now," I said. "OK, I'll be out in a minute, but feel free to masturbate if you want to," Angel replied. I just had an awkward look on my face. "Just kidding," Angel said. She went back into the bathroom, and I had to wonder, was she playing mind games with me, I was still clueless. So I just waited in her bedroom for a minute, then she came out and we were off. She even drove us there, which I thought was weird truth be told. We got there and she introduced me to her old friends as her husband. She made sure to give me a brief history of how it all happened with us, in case anyone asked. While we were there, we had a decent time. We had some drinks and mingled too. We ran into some of her old boyfriends, and that was very awkward. Although, overall it was a nice night. We came back and I walked her to her door. "Even seeing your wife to her door, you are a good husband. Thank you one more time, I really appreciate it," Angel said. "Anytime, I should have asked you to play my wife at my reunion," I replied. "Is there anything else I can do to return the favor?" Angel asked. One thing came through my mind, but I wasn't gonna bring that up. "No, that's OK Angel. Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I replied as I started walking. "Wait," Angel said. "Yes?" I asked as I walked back. "Can I ask you for one more favor though?" Angel asked. "Sure," I replied. She kissed me once for five seconds and I was speechless. "I always wondered what that would be like," Angel said. I didn't know what to think about that, so I just kissed her right back. "Now you know," I said. It was silent for a few seconds as we looked at each other. "But now I wanna know a few more things too," Angel replied as she took my hand. We went in and she closed the door. We both went to the bedroom, she laid down and pulled me on top of her. We kissed again, but I had to know what was going on. "What is this?" I asked. "We've been dancing around this since we met, fuck waiting another second," Angel replied before she kissed me again. "So, you were baiting me," I said. "And it gave you a hard on, now I want it inside me, and don't worry I'm on the pill," Angel replied. I wasn't gonna argue, I thought why not. I got off her and took off my pants and boxers as she took off her dress and thong. "Wow Joe, I had no idea you were so big," Angel said. "Well, I didn't know you had such nice tits until today," I replied as I took off my shirt and got on top of her. I inserted my cock into her, and it was much better than I imagined. "Oh Joe, it feels like it's even bigger inside me," Angel said. "I know, and those tits are nice. Can I kiss you again?" I asked. "I won't say no to that," Angel replied. We kissed once again and we both wrapped around each other. She had solid C-cup boobs and they were pressing up against me nicely. "These boobs feel a hell of a lot better than I had imagined," I said. "Well, feel free to play with them, I don't mind," Angel replied. I leaned down a bit and licked her left nipple a couple times. I knew it was kinky, and we probably shouldn't just have sex like that, but I didn't care. We were both horny and ready to fuck. "Oh yes Joe, that's titillating me. Lick both of my nipples," Angel said. I licked both her nipples a few times and she began to moan a bit. She put her hands on my head and just made me enjoy it even more. "Damn, you have really nice boobs Angel, you must be an angel," I said. "Maybe," Angel replied. I leaned up a little bit and started thrusting my dick in and out of her slowly. She made a couple soft moans, and gave me a kiss real quick. "And you are a fantastic kisser too Joe. Why didn't you ever ask me to have sex with you? I'm single, you are single, so why not?" Angel asked. "I don't know, I guess you were just a good neighbor," I replied. I kissed her, and put my right hand on her left boob. I squeezed it a bit and she let out a couple more loud moans. I noticed her pussy was really wet, as if she was having the best sex of her life. "You have no idea how long I've wanted your cock inside me Joe," Angel said. "Really, how long?" I asked. "Ever since I came over to introduce myself," Angel replied. "You mean right when I moved in?" I asked. "Yes," Angel replied. We kissed again and wrapped arms around each other very tightly. Her really lovely boobs were pressing up against me nicely as we began making out once again. Call it lust or whatever else you want, but both of us were loving it so far. "Well, it's good to have a sexual neighbor that knows how to kiss," I said. "I could say the same thing about you," Angel replied. After that, we switched positions. I sat down on my butt and she got on top of me facing me. We both wrapped our arms around each other and put our foreheads together. "You have beautiful eyes," I said. "Right back at you," Angel replied. We put our heads right next to each other and she put her hands on my butt. "Nice ass too Joe, anything else you have been hiding from me?" Angel asked. "Well, I know how make a lady feel good down there," I replied. "Oh, you do?" Angel asked. "Maybe I can show you how I can get it done down there sometime," I replied. "I can't wait," Angel said. She began bouncing up and down a bit and I made sure she didn't fall on the floor. I put my face right in her boobs and motor boated them a bit. It tickled her a little bit, so she had to laugh. "Shit Joe, you are a motor boater too?" Angel asked. "Yes Angel, I love it and the ladies have liked it too," I replied. "I can tell," Angel said. I began licking her nipples once again, and she let out a few moans. Her pussy got even wetter at that point, and she was moaning rather loudly too, so I tried kissing her to muffle some of them. A minute later, we both laid back down. I was on top of her and I began thrusting my cock in and out of her once again. We kissed each other numerous times all over each other's faces. We both started moaning a little loudly. "Shit Angel, you are such a sexy angel, I'm gonna blow soon Angel," I said. "Then shoot it inside me already Joe, you know you want to," Angel replied. I came inside her and she came shortly after that. I seriously erupted inside her a whole lot. I shot at least 5 good shots of cum that went inside her. She was screaming the whole time like mad, so then of course one of our other neighbors banged on the wall. "Whoops," Angel said. "Oh fuck them, we just had sex," I replied. Then we both cuddled together for a minute. "I had no idea you were into me, Angel," I said. "Really? I would of thought you would have seen some signals," Angel replied. "Well, take this as a signal," I said as I climbed down to her pussy. I got over her pussy and leaned to start eating her out. "Oh my word Joe, you are a talented man," Angel said. I spread out her wet pussy lips a bit and stuck my tongue into her pussy as deep as I could. She let out a few loud moans of pleasure. I had eaten a couple ladies out before, but I hadn't gotten a lot of appreciation for it though. Angel seemed to be enjoying herself quite a lot even though I had only been fucking her for a minute. "Shit Joe, yes, just like that. Give your sexy neighbor what she wants," Angel said as she moaned. I stuck my fingers up into her pussy as well and that just intensified the pleasure a great deal. She began moving around a bit and had trouble keeping herself from screaming once again. "Oh fuck Joe, you are gonna make explode all over your face," Angel said. "Then do it," I replied. I stuck my tongue into her pussy as deep as I could and she screamed at the top of her lungs as she exploded all over my face. "Shut the fuck up!" The neighbor screamed. "Well, I gotta say even though he was bitching, it was still worth it," I said as I climbed up on top of her. "My sentiments exactly Joe," Angel replied. Then we kissed again, and that was seriously the best sex I ever had. We had sex a few more times before we both decided to become exclusive. Of course I moved all my stuff 30 feet into her apartment. So then we lived together and made that neighbor bitched some more.
Introduction: Louise meets her former lovers little Brother for the first time, & she receives more than just a message. It had been a very long day at the Bank in which I work, I'm always horny as hell after a tiring working day like the one I've just had. I'll be honest I just wanted to get home, get all my work clothes off, lie back naked on the couch with my vibrator and masturbate for hours. I've needed to make do with my vibrator for the past 3 weeks since I decided to dump my 17 year old 'fuck buddy' Ahmed. He had been regularly visiting my flat for over a year and although the sex was always good, Ahmed himself was getting far too clingy. He put me right off with talk about us moving in together and even marriage. Anyway, As I reached the top of the stairs to my flat I noticed a young Pakistani boy on his knees having a look through my letterbox. "Hey!! Can I help you mate?!" I shouted at the boy, He immediately stood up and turned around with a guilty look upon his face, he looked a bit taken aback and clearly wasn't used to talking to attractive blonde woman like myself, "uh uh, um Ahmed wanted me to um put this through your letterbox" he stuttered and held out a small note. "Are you a friend of Ahmed's then?" I asked. "Yes Miss, my name's Aftab, I'm Ahmed's younger brother" he replied. "Oh right! I never knew Ahmed had a little brother, So you're what? Just 15 then?" I asked. "No miss, I'm 16 this week" the shy boy replied with a nervous smile. He was quite a short lad, around 5"4, shorter than Ahmed anyway, with geeky glasses and he still had his school clothes on. I introduced myself to the teen, "Well it's nice to meet you Aftab, I'm sure you know already but my name's Louise, You best come on inside so we can see what's in this note you've kindly brought over for me." I unlocked my front door and invited Aftab through to the living room. He sat in the middle of my couch still clutching the small note from his older Brother. I stood in front of Aftab in the middle of the living room, "Ok so lets hear what's inside Ahmed's note then?" I said, prompting Aftab to read it aloud which he quite happily did: "Louise, I love you, I can't understand why you won't see me no more. I miss you so badly. I want us to get married, I want to be with you forever. Please please call me. Love From Ahmed." I sound like such a bitch saying this but I was actually annoyed listening to Ahmed's comments in the note. He knows I'm not interested in marriage and he also knows fine well I love living on my own. I knew it was wrong and very naughty but at that point I decided to see how young Aftab would react if I were to try and seduce him. Aftab sat back on my couch, still clutching the note his brother asked him to post through my letterbox, "Thanks for the note Aftab, But I'm sorry to say you can tell your brother that it's definitely over between us and has been for 3 weeks now" I said whilst tying my long blonde hair back. "As you can see from that letter, Ahmed wanted to get serious and I just wasn't interested I'm afraid" I continued "I only wanted some fun, just casual sex, you know? Someone to...fuck?", I smiled at Aftab and he nervously giggled and smiled back, I could see beads of sweat on his forehead. I walked over to my stereo and switched on the song I love to perform a striptease to the most, the song started just as I turned around, it was 'Sweet About Me' by Gabriella Cilmi, I winked at Aftab and playfully mimed the beginning verse. I walked towards where Aftab was sitting and stood over him, "So hunni, how comes YOU brought Ahmed's note over? Does he tell you what to do and boss you around then?" I asked, "Em, Yes well actually I suppose you could say he does boss me around sometimes actually..." the young boy responded, I began a sexy dance whilst unbuttoning my shirt slowly, Aftab just stopped talking, "carry on?" I said firmly, The young boy was staring at me, he seemed to me so nervous and excited but continued anyway "I eh I just thought I would do a favour for Ahmed today, you know", "Oh right, well that's so nice of you, did Ahmed tell you what happened when he first visited my flat...Aftab?" By this point all the buttons in my shirt were undone and Aftab was staring right at my black bra and cleavage. "no Miss..I mean, n n no Louise" said Aftab, I then removed my shirt completely and threw it at the blushing teen, I continued my sexy dance, "are you suuuure?" I said in a playful teasing voice whilst unzipping my short skirt from the back. "uh yes Miss I'm sure Miss" Aftab said while wiping the sweat from his forehead. I turned around and I could see Aftab's eyes firmly focused on my shapely backside from my wall mirror, I let go of the zip and my short skirt quickly slipped onto the ground, Aftab's jaw almost hit the floor, I turned my head round and smiled, "what do you think of my ass then Mr?" I asked, "I I think it's very, um, very..oh it's so good Miss" he responded, I then unhooked my bra and dropped it on the floor, "Oh my god" I heard Aftab mutter to himself, I was now completely naked apart from my black g-string and black high heel shoes, "would you like a closer look at this Aftab?" I said with both hands squeezing my large round ass cheeks, "I..I I'm not sure if I should...but if you say it's ok then I will Miss" was Aftab's response, He removed his glasses and moved towards me, Again I watched from my wall mirror, The young boy remained on his knees and just stared at my round backside, I wanted to wait and see if he was brave enough to touch it without any encouragement from myself, I playfully wiggled my ass to the music and then began to slowly arch my back, moving my arse closer to Aftab's face, by now I was so close I could feel his nervous breath against my rear end, I arched my back some more, It was then that I felt something touch my left ass cheek, A gentle kiss from Aftab, I needed to respond to let him know it was ok to touch, "mmmmmm" I said, "very nice hunni", This seemed to encourage more contact from Aftab, he gently kissed my right ass cheek "Oooh yeah baby" I responded, More kisses followed, faster, again and again his confidence seemed to grow and at this point, like me, he must have been so turned on, "mmmm yeah Aftab carry on Mr" I continued, this time he responded with both his hands on each of my ass cheeks, he squeezed them both and it felt good, I bent over some more, "Ooooh yes, that feels nice" I said. I then felt Aftab's hands move over to my hips, he teasingly pulled at each side of my black g-string, I could tell he wanted to pull it down, he must have been building up the courage, I arched my back even further, I couldn't have been in a more inviting position for the teenager, he knew that too, it was then that he began slowly peeling off my g-string, he pulled his head back slightly to watch as the g-string fell to the floor, the young boy just stopped and stared for a moment at my bare naked arse, his eyes all over my pussy lips as well, by now I was wet, "mmmm yes you are as naughty as your big brother aren't you" I said as I kicked off my g-string from my left high heel, I arched my back again and stood with my legs further apart, "No, I'm naughtier!!" said Aftab firmly, forcefully pressing his head between my ass cheeks, I could feel the young boy kissing my pussy, "oooooh Aftab!!! Yes!! Lick me now!!" I cried out to encourage more contact, both his hands were squeezing my arse, his kisses on my pussy continued faster, I then felt his tongue moving up and down on my wet clit, It felt so good, I bent over some more and pressed my bare ass even further against Aftab's face, the teen responded by circling my pussy with his tongue, I was in heaven it felt amazing, I was at this point so close to orgasm and he needed to know it, "that's it Aftab, right fucking there! Faster! Oh god! I'm cumming for you now!!!!" I screamed as my juices flowed. My legs were like jelly. I composed myself and turned my head round at which point Aftab stood up, the excited teen was quickly unfastening his trousers, He pulled them and his underwear down to the floor, revealing his fully erect cock. It was so inviting, Just as I was about to get on my knees to suck Aftab's cock he quickly and firmly grabbed hold of my hips and guided his cock towards my pussy, We both gave out a moan of sheer pleasure when the teenager forcefully sunk his cock deep inside my soaking wet pussy, 'Sweet About Me' continued playing on repeat in the background as Aftab tightly gripped hold of my hips and began pumping away, "Oh god yes! Aftab yes fuck me harder!!" I demanded of the teenager, He responded as well, He was stronger than he looked and began thrusting into me much harder than before, It was wrong but it felt so right, Aftab moved both his hands from my hips and began squeezing my large breasts, "Oh yes Louise, Miss Louise!! Oh god! I love it!!" He said as he continued to pound away, He was so hard and so deep that his balls were slapping against me, His thrusts were driving me to an even greater and longer orgasm, I could feel it, I moaned and moaned uncontrollably. "Im cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming for you!" I remember my body moaning without any instruction from me, Aftab had so much energy and he continued pumping away until he couldn't hold on any longer and let out his own noisy pleasure filled cry "OH FFFUUUUCK!!!", I could feel my body tingle all over as the teenager shot a load of his warm cum deep inside my pussy. Aftab then slowly pulled out his wet cock, I turned around and giggled as he shuffled over to my couch with his pants and trousers still at his ankles, He lay back on my couch with a big smile on his face. Aftab was staring at my naked body, "You have beautiful breasts Louise" Aftab said whilst still playing with his wet cock. I responded by squeezing both of my breasts together and smiling at the horny teenager. Aftab continued playing with his penis which was almost fully erect again. "I love that big ass of yours most though Louise, I might even cum on that next time" he said. At that point I slowly walked over to where Aftab was sitting on the couch, I got down on my knees just in front of the horny Pakistani, "you know what Mr" I said as I looked into his eyes, "god you are so cute!!" I said as I grabbed Aftab's head and pulled his face towards mine, passionately kissing his lips, the young boy's face was still wet and I could taste my love juice on him, this only served to turn me on even more, Aftab moved his kisses down to my neck and then even lower as he quickly began kissing all over my breasts, I closed my eyes and moaned, quietly, as I felt his hands feeling my big tits, he squeezed them and even began to gently bite and chew at them, his wet tongue flicking over one of my erect nipples as his finger rubbed across the other, "god you are so naughty aren't you!" I said as I pushed him away from my breasts, Aftab smiled, I then glanced down at the teenagers fully erect penis, I was hungry for it and desperate to have it down my throat. I quickly moved my head down and took all 7 inches down my throat, I closed my mouth around his cock and let out a moan at the taste of it. Amazing to think I had just planned to masturbate by myself this evening. I began sucking, hard, relishing the salty precum, I sucked it as far down my throat as I could and got faster and faster, I could hear Aftab moan with pleasure the faster I went, up and down, faster still, "Oh yes it feels amazing!! Oh god faster YES!", Aftab continued "Yes, oh yes I love you!! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooh! Louise I'm going to cum now Louise!!!!" Still on my knees I removed Aftab's cock from my mouth and turned around as quick as I could, faced down on the floor my large ass was pointing towards Aftab as he'd requested, I gave my ass a teasing wiggle in time to the music, Aftab quickly stood over me and then came his climax, "OH YEEEEEES!!!" the young boy cried out and I felt wave after wave of his teenage cum cover my bare naked backside, Aftab continued masturbating until every last drop of his cum had dripped over my ass cheeks, "Ooooh my god, that was so fucking good Louise, so good" Aftab muttered to himself as he sat his naked backside back down on my couch, I remained in the same position but turned my head to the side so's I could see what the young Pakistani was up to, He lay back on the couch smiling, and I could see he was staring at my huge arse which was covered in his cum, it was almost as if he was proud of the amount of love juice he'd sprayed all over my booty, it was positively dripping off me. Aftab looked at me and said "Louise, Would it be ok if we don't tell Ahmed what happened here today?", I gave my ass another inviting wiggle, and smiled. girl69
Introduction: More sexual action with my daughter's boyfriend and his friend Read part [01] to get the full effect That evening, my daughter, Lynn and me had some time together and we made some casual talk. I asked her what was her plans for the night and she told me that she had a date with her boyfriend, John and his friend. Well, not exactly closed boyfriend but just her regular fuck buddy who had taken her cherry. She asked me to tag along as she playfully whispered that her daddy would never get to know it, which of cause was referring to my husband! Since I got nothing better to do and at the same time wanted to see who those guys were as I had not met her boyfriend before, I happily went along. When they reached the outside of the female dorm, she went out to meet them alone since I happened to be in the restroom changing. I put on a simple summer dress with totally nothing beneath. No bra and panties as I was well prepared to get laid as I knew my daughter was planing something fun for both of us. I went out and saw them from a distance as they were hanging around one of the guy's car. At once, I knew it was them! Shit! Of all the guys, it had to be them! One was white while the other was black and from their voices, I instantly recognized it was the same two guys whom I had sucked and fucked that afternoon! I got cold feet and feared that they might know who I was. My daughter waved to me and asked me to hurry. I hesitated and dragged my feet along. All eyes seemed to be on me and she told them I was her mum and they were kind of taken aback. I feared for the worse too until the black guy said, "Wow! Why didn't you tell us that your mum is such a sexy lady!" The two guys seemed to be undressing me by their obvious look. Luckily, neither of them realised who I was as I did not say a single word during our afternoon glory hole session. Not even my moaning as I had covered my mouth when I was being fucked by them as I did not to give myself away. I felt relieved and glad and hopped onto the car, sitting behind with the white guy, Tom while my daughter and her so-called boyfriend in front. They did not seem to be able to wait as the moment he started the car, she was already grabbing and playing with his cock as my she whispered back to me, "Mum, you wanna see John's cock? Isn't he beautiful?" I leaned forward to see it and his cock was already exposed and growing in her hand. And yes, that was the same black cock that made me came several times earlier on! It made me flashed back and I felt so guilty and funny that I had fucked my daughter's boyfriend without knowing it. As I was leaning forward to see his cock, my ass was lifted off the back seat slightly and suddenly, I felt a hand groping my bare ass. I lifted my bum higher to give him a better access and at once, he got the signal and pushed one finger inside me. Oh no, I could not control it as it felt good to be touch like this. I was being finger-fucked by him while looking at my daughter popping her head up and down, sucking on her boyfriend's cock. Since Tom found out that I did not wear any panties, he knew I was gamed for it too. so he just whipped his cock out, pulled me back and pressed my head down to his cock and on reflex, I just took his cock into mouth and sucked it good. John quickly drove to a deserted park and stopped his car. The guys could not control any longer and wanted more action. They were pretty direct and crude in their teenage way of slang conversations. John said to my daughter, "I would love to fuck your mum first and my friend will fuck you, ok?" Lynn said, "Sure, that will be great since he have not fucked me before and I'm sure my mum would be dying to try you too!" I did not say a word but just to watch them arranged whatever that was fine by me too. Anyway, I had already fucked both of them, so it did not matter who was gonna be first. John came behind to be with me while they both went outside and fucked beside the car. Since I was wearing a dress, it was easy. He had both my legs spread backwards till both my knees were touching my cheeks while my high heel shoes were hitting on the side windows! He went down on me and had me cum with his tongue. He made me so wet till I wanted be fucked on and on! The next moment, he said, "I'm sure you will be a good fuck, just like your daughter!" And I felt his cock entering me without any delay and kept pumping me with his hard, long cock! Well, since I could not beat them, I just joined them! And I replied, "I will be a great fuck. Better than my daughter!" And we both had a good laugh! John pushed the door opened, where my head was. I could hear the loud moan of my daughter being fucked from behind. I tilted my head back and I could see so clearly of Tom's cock sliding in and out of her pussy as they were situated just next to the door. This two guys were literally taking us as their mum and daughter team playmates but not that I care nor mind. While I was in such a heated passion from being fucked by John, Tom suddenly pulled his cock out of her pussy and shafted it into my mouth. I was taken aback and it was totally unexpected! I heard my daughter urging him on. She said, "Mum, suck his cock too. You look so cute now1 Hehe! Love to see you enjoying yourself!" And at that moment, I came again with two cocks in me! I knew I would not be satisfied with only one cock anymore! I needed more! John kept up the pace and fucked me furiously and he finally pulled out and cum all over my face while Tom came over her face too. Both our faces were totally messed up with their sticky glue! We both looked at each other and have a good laugh over it. We all rested, smoked and talked, anything under the sky but mostly sexual anyway! And all that sexy talk made them hard again in just a short while. Tom said, "Lynn, you are fantastic! He told me so much about you and all are true!" She was amused and asked, "What about? Tell me! Nothing to hide!" He looked at John and they both laughed and he said, "He told me that you are famous for being pass around! Haha!" She stared at her boyfriend and scolded him but of cause nothing serious as the next moment, he shafted his cock into her mouth and she quietly and obediently sucked on it. He probably just wanted to shut her up! Tom who was standing next to me and all this while, he was happily groping my ass. He seemed to love my ass. On looking at them beginning their action, Tom followed suit too by asking me to bend over. With my hands on the floor, my ass was arched up in a obscene spread and with his hard cock ready to attention, he just plow inside my pussy. I looked up and my daughter's face was right in front of me and John was fucking her from behind. We both looked into each other's faces and we both knew that we were enjoying it. It was really, like mother, like daughter! We both loved to fuck, no doubt about it! After a while, I heard my daughter's reaction were slightly different as if she was in a mixture of pain and in pressure. and so I whispered to her to check whether she was alright. She looked at me in slight agony but smiled at the same time and said, "He is in my ass now!" "Oh my gosh! how was it? I have never tried it before" "I tell you, mum! It was simply out of this world! I could feel his cock going deep inside my ass. It feels funny and yet it is so intense! You must try it too, mum!" John heard us and he moved his position till i could see his cock impeded deep inside her ass. He laughed as he said, See, your daughter love it in the ass!" And he proudly showed it to me and I saw his cock going in and out of her tiny ass as it expanded to accommodate his thick cock. Tom overheard our conversation too and retorted, "Don't worry, dear. You will open your virgin ass too!" Without waiting for my reply onor consent, he used his fingers to get the lubricant from my wet pussy and stuck it up my asshole slowly till it disappeared inside my tiny puckered brown hole. Actually, it wasn't that bad. It felt quite nice. And the moment of truth hit me as I felt my asshole being greatly expanded, as if welcoming his cock into my dark hole! And at that point, my ass was literally no longer a virgin! And he slowly invaded by pushing his dick in and out of my violated hole. The two guys gave each other a high-five as if saying they had conquered every of our available holes! This time, my face expressions was in the same slight agony as hers a few minutes ago. We both looked at each other again and together, our moanings and voices broke the silence of the night in the quiet park! I could not help it and lost all control by becoming more verbal, screaming, "Fuck me! Yes, Fuck my ass hard!. I love it! Oh my gosh! Don't ever stop!" When he heard my dirty talk, he started to be vulgar too. "Yes, I'm gonna fuck your virgin ass on and on! Never expected you to be a bigger slut than your daughter!" Surprisingly, I was turned on by his comments on me being a bigger slut! When they were about to cum, they both planned to cum inside our asses and so the next moment, their sticky cum came shooting inside us. We were all so spent and tired. Both of us stayed in our leapfrog positions and slowly let their cums dripping down from our asses. Both the guys were siting on the ground behind us, watching their own seeds leaking down from our used backside holes. It was like a fuckathon night as after they had rested, they both fucked us again for the last time as John wanted a piece of my ass and Tom wanted her ass too! Hence, our poor asses were at their mercy for the second time in a row when we exchanged partners! I felt my ass seemed to have stretched so big and gaping and I felt so naughty at the same time! But this time, they both pulled out and came inside our mouths and we sucked them till the last drop down our bellies. Oh no! With their cocks just out of our asses, we were indirectly made to taste our own ass juice that probably stained on their cocks! It was really nasty and naughty! My husband did not even want to go anywhere near my ass and so somebody else who loved my ass took it! Did not want myself to be depraved from enjoying ass-fucking just because he did not want it! And after that day, I was addicted to anal and made every chance to have it whenever possible! And even though we both, mum and daughter are closed to each other and having fucked together and exchanging partners with each other often, we do not engage into lesbianism between us but we do with other girls and friends. Hope you like it and I will write the part 3!!
Jazz Bishop had been piloting her ship when her unit was captured. The light transport had been stripped of defensive weapons in the hopes of outrunning enemy ships but a fortunate blast by one mondagi pilot crippled it and left its occupants to the mercy of the aliens. Her captors had not shown her commanding officer any kind of mercy, however.. She was led away from her group after watching the enemy ravage her captain and leave the woman in a heap of quivering flesh. She felt some excitement watching the woman she respected beg the alien to ravage her like a cheap whore. She felt dirty just thinking about it and that only made her more excited. The mondagi interrogator and his commanding officer met her in a smaller, dark room. She saw some metallic objects under a spotlight and figured they would torture her to get the information they sought. She would make them work for it, she thought. The mondagi captain instructed the other green skinned alien to strip their prisoner, binding her arms behind her with a single tentacle arm. Jazz swallowed her surprise as the mondagi's movement was so fast it startled her. She breathed heavily and glared at them defiantly, her breasts heaving as she sought to control her breath. Captain Marn ran one of his tentacles through the prisoner's purple hair, flicking his thin tongue in the air between them. "You know what we want," he said, a guttural, gurgling voice. "We will let your people live if you comply." "Fuck you!" Jazz spat. "Yes, that we intend," Marn said. The subordinate began to run his other tentacle between the woman's legs, threatening her quivering mound with his wet skin. On the captain's command the interrogator thrust his tentacle hard inside the prisoner's pussy. Without a movement's hesitation he withdrew his appendage just as quickly. Jazz fought hard to keep her legs beneath her. She had never felt anything so incredibly stimulating, the alien's tentacle was a perfect fit inside her and the wet skin provided just enough lubrication to make it a pleasant feeling. She tried to keep her defiant expression, tried to fake a look of disgust. She tried but she wanted to feel that sensation again. Marn smiled, or what appeared to be a smile, as he gauged the woman's reaction to the probing tentacle. He reached out to touch her quivering flesh and saw the desire in her face. "Your captain ached for it, too," Marn commented. "She was easily aroused. Seems you all share the same animal instincts." "She is a whore!" Jazz shouted, trying to muster her strength. Marn quickly shot a tentacle inside her pussy again, thrust once and pulled out of her. Jazz could not contain the moaning that began as her aching flesh wrapped itself around the alien arm. The moaning tuned into a whimpering plea when she was deprived of the hot, wet alien flesh. "You are a whore, too, aren't you?" Marn asked in a slow, patronizing tone. "You're the whore and you want it more than your captain ever did, isn't that right?" Jazz could feel the other alien delicately run his tentacle over her aching cunt, sending a chill up her spine. She cursed herself, then cursed the mondagi. "Fuck you! Fuck you and fuck me!" That mondagi captain nodded and instructed the other alien to release his grasp. He stepped back from the prisoner and stood silent before her. "You may leave," Marn said. "If that is what you wish." The other alien opened the door and stepped away, giving the prisoner a clear way out. "Or you can stay with us," Marn offered, removing the protective straps that covered his genitals. "We can give you want you want." Jazz turned her head toward the door, then to the aliens and back again. Her loins ached to be filled with their green alien flesh, their smooth, wet skin. She wanted to flee from the room but she wanted to stay where she was. She struggled with the decision, falling to her knees, sobbing in frustration. Marn stepped forward, stroking her purple hair softly. He felt the woman's hand take hold of his member and put it in her mouth. He threw his head back, stifling a laugh. Jazz pulled the alien cock out of her mouth long enough to say, "Fuck me with your tentacle, alien scum!" The prisoner spread her legs apart a little more as she continued sucking the green alien dick. She squirmed a little as the other mondagi began to thrust his tentacled appendage in her pussy, then moaned softly. "I think our new whore would appreciate another one in her asshole," Marn speculated. Jazz managed to make an affirmative sounding muffle with the alien member in her mouth. She tried to push her ass out, arching her back. She felt a rush as the tentacle slid inside her ass and just seemed to keep going until she thought she was about to pass out. Jazz cupped her breasts in her hands as she bounced on the alien's tentacles, sucking hard on the captain's cock. She pushed her large round breasts together, then let the green skinned shaft fall against them. She parted her breasts just enough to allow the alien cock to squeeze between them and then began to stroke it as she moved her hips on the thrusting tentacles inside her. She turned her head to suck the other mondagi's hard dick. She raked her teeth along the tip of the alien cock, causing him to convulse reflexively. Jazz smiled and repeated the maneuver, this time her efforts were rewarded with a mouthful of sweet tasting white cum. She swallowed hard before sucking the alien dick. Marn wrapped a tentacle around her tits, squeezing them tightly until she yelped. He began thrusting his body harder as he neared orgasm. The other mondagi grew closer to climax as well, the woman's teeth having sent him into a frenzy. He thrust his tentacle farther up her ass and increased his frantic pace. The woman's pussy began dripping with cum and urine as his other tentacle pounded her mercilessly. Jazz wanted to scream but she didn't want to stop. She felt like her body was on fire but she was so close to orgasm she could taste it. She could also taste the alien cum in the back of her throat. "Cum all over me!" Jazz yelled. She wanted to feel their hot alien cum wash over her body. Marn threw his head back and moaned loudly, a gurgled echo reverberating through the ship. Jazz felt a hot stream of cum hit her jaw as she sucked off the other alien. She let the green dick fall out of her mouth as she turned her attention to the ejaculating member. Her teeth had raked the other's cock one last time, enough to send the mondagi into a violent convulsion that wrenched his body as he began to shoot a stream of cum on the prisoner's face. "Yes!" Jazz shouted. The hot alien cum washed over her face in waves. She opened her mouth to swallow as much of the hot, sweet tasting juice as she could. Her purple hair was soaked in alien cum as the two monster cocks shot lad after load over her body. The mondagi pulled his tentacle out of her asshole quickly, causing her aching pussy to contract and shudder. Jazz cried out as her body shook, succumbing to the thrusting tentacle that violated her womb. She lost control of her body, a flood of urine running down the tentacle as she began to cum. "Oh god yes!" Jazz moaned, collapsing onto the alien arm. She licked at the cum on her face, hungrily swallowing the thick, white mondagi fluid. Marn pushed the human away from him, sending her to the floor as he turned away. "We won't get anything from her for a while," he said, a hint of disgust in his voice. "What about the other?" the interrogator asked, pulling his tentacle out of the prisoner's reddened mound. He licked at his appendage, tasting her unique flavor. "The males have nothing we need, but they may prove useful bargaining material in the future," Marn said, thoughtfully. "We'll keep them alive, for now."
Introduction: I learn something new! We relax in the tub after our lovemaking. Once again, he wowed me like no other guy. He's sensitive, sweet, and well, he fucks me like he thinks I'm the Goddess of Sex. What more can a girl ask for? You'd be surprised. As we enjoy the bubbles and heat, we sip a bit of smuggled wine. We're not supposed to bring anything in a glass bottle in, but we come here a bit and the girl on duty's pretty nice. "As usual, sir, you have made me one very happy girl. You're a very good lover you know that? Quite the hot fuck if you know what I mean?" as I adopt a Monty Python accent. "Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more!" He laughs out loud at that. "You're not so bad yourself sweetie, a bit of the old all right there, know what I mean?" as he tries it but he lacks my gift of mimicry. Still the compliment is much appreciated. We've been together almost 6 months, and in my heart, he's THE ONE. We're negotiating moving in together, which he's never done, so I'm convinced it's a matter of time. "Mmmm...seriously, you're an amazing lover. You never push, you never try to force me in any way. Women...appreciate that a lot as most guys will try to do the old "Oops, it was an accident...", but you've never done anything that wasn't 100% wanted by me...it's very sweet." "Well, it's pretty damn good the way it is, why push the issue?" he asks. "Exactly." I reply, but a look on his face makes me think. Is he totally happy with what we do? Is there something he'd like to do, but won't ask? I love the guy, so I'm going to keep all lines of communication open. "OK, I might be wrong here, but is there something we don't do that you'd like to? I'm not exactly a prude here. I don't know if being chained to a wall while you beat me with a piece of farm equipment is something I want, but let's keep our communications open here, baby. I love pleasing you so much, so tell me if you want to do some new things." He gives me a questioning glance and shrugs. "How did you know that? You are the most perceptive woman, I swear. There's a.....few things I'd like to at least try and explore." "Like what? You can TELL me anything, doesn't mean I'll do it, but you can tell me!" I laugh. He actually blushes! "Um, we've never discussed, uh, anal sex." "Oh. I've um, never done it myself. Isn't it kind of er, messy and painful?" "Not if the guy's very gentle, and proper preparation prevents the mess." "How much experience do you have with it?" I ask. "The woman I dated before I met you was sort of into it once in awhile. It's a very different feeling for a guy, and I did enjoy it. I've been sort of wanting to touch you a bit in the shower or whatever to....oh jeez, feel you out on the subject." he giggles at his bad pun, but I'm smiling, too. "Hmmm....touch away, boy, fingers only here..." I get up from next to him and sit down straddling him and kiss him. "Touch away, sexy..." He runs his fingers up and down my back, and as always, a thrill runs through me. He softly squeezes my butt, and he gently runs a finger up and down my asshole, before he leaves one finger on the hole itself. He then gently parts my ass as his finger slips in, no more than a half inch, and it doesn't hurt, it feels kind of good as he holds me close. "That's not bad at all, you can go a bit deeper if you want." but he pulls out. "Not without a little lube, it might hurt then." He's ever so considerate, and I like that a lot. I stand up and reach for my bag which has a few things in it. I grab a bottle of lube (not needed of late, he gets me so wet) and hand it to him. He pours a drop on his fingertip and then slips it back into me, this time about an inch or so deep, and it still feels good. I'd never even thought of my ass that way, maybe this might be fun? He turns his finger and softly flexes it and it still feels good. Mmmm.....I'm going to have to give this a try. "That's different than I expected. I think we can give it a try. When do you want to do it?" "Next weekend would be fine, you do need to make a few preparations, there's actually a book on it that she had." "Can we stop at Babeland and get it?" "If they're open, sure." "Then let's do that on the way home. What else do you want to try that we haven't done yet?" He blushes again. "Out with it!" I demand. "Well, there is that Princess Leia outfit.....I could be the space pirate or Empire officer..." The man gets a handful of water splashed in his face for that one and we settle back into the water giggling. We finish up and as we shower he's somewhat hard and just runs his cock up my ass crack with lots of soap as lubricant, and I realize that I like that feeling. He's not in me, just rubbing it up and down, but I like it. A lot. Next weekend will be mighty interesting. The book is purchased and read cover to cover. VERY interesting stuff I think. I learn quite a bit, and a very small butt plug is bought and inserted. It's smaller than his finger, but hopefully it will make the initial penetration easier. What my lover doesn't know is that I've got a few other surprises up my sleeve for him that night. I know he's got a late meeting on Friday, from which he will go directly to my place, and I know he'll be dressed in his best, which gives me a few ideas. Friday night comes and he does show in his finest, (which I love, but he hates dressing up) and we have a lovely dinner before heading back to my place. We'll do a movie tomorrow night, tonight we're doing each other. Small talk last about thirty seconds, and off to my bedroom we go. "You, stay right there mister! I have a few...things to get ready. Put the green sheets over, will you? And DON'T get undressed." I ask him. (We're actually both kind of tidy about the whole thing, and it's easier to just throw a set of other sheets over the bed and toss those in the hamper when we're done.) I scamper into my bathroom and get ready. I dive into the shower for a last minute scrubbing of the area to be explored. Then I dress very carefully and make myself look as good as possible for my man. He's got a few surprises coming tonight. "You ready, sexy?" I call out. He's ready, and out I step. I hear his breath let out, ending in a low whistle. "Oh. My." His reaction is not unexpected. I'm not wearing lingerie, my usual, and I'm not naked. I'm dressed in a white and plaid schoolgirl outfit, but it's not the slutty kind, it's a legit, and somewhat conservative one. White knee highs, plaid skirt, white top, and underneath it's equally conservative, plain white cotton bra and panties. I'm wearing only a touch of lipstick and eyeshadow, and my hair is in a very plain ponytail, with only a white scrunchie and a white plastic barette with only plain silver studs in my ears. My contacts are out and my old glasses are back. I look so nerdy and plain, and hopefully, innocent. "You wanted to see me Headmaster? Miss Taylor said it was about some rules that had been broken?" I leave this wide open for him, and I hope he has fun with it!! "Why yes, yes, I've heard that some of you girls had been getting well, a bit rowdy. Now I don't know what's going on, but I know we have very high standards here, and I expect all girls to live up to them." "I don't want to be in trouble, my parents will kill me!" I whimper. "Well, let's see, right off the bat, I do smell wine on your breath. Janet, do you think this is acceptable behavior for young ladies?" "No, I just wanted to try it. I've never drunk before." "You also realize we check out girl's computers? I know you've been looking some things are very inappropriate for you!" He's getting into his role quite well. I'm also getting wet, this is kind of fun! "Headmaster, I'm so sorry, please don't tell my parents! Please!" "I have standards I'm supposed to follow, too, you know. Last month, you served two detentions, and that didn't seem to stop you. I think maybe a different punishment is needed." "Anything, Headmaster, anything! Please!" I'm not so bad of an actress, I think I'd be pretty plausible here. He shakes his head. "I'm not sure what to do, nothing seems to work for you....unless we try something old fashioned." "I'll do it, I beg you." "Well, then we'll try it. Over my knee young lady. We'll see if some old fashioned discipline works for you." I've never done anything like this, but I'm soaking wet now! I assume the position over his knees and he yanks up my skirt, and softly caresses my ass. Then his palm slaps it hard! I let out a yelp as I didn't think he'd spank me that hard, but another follows quickly! I started this game, I'll see it through! A total of 20 and he stops. "Well, let's see if you're ok, I do need to be concerned about my girls' health." He slips my panties down and caresses my ass again, and this time a finger slides into me as I've got a bit of lube in me. It feels soooo good. Then his fingers go further and he slips them into my soaking pussy. "What is this? This is supposed to be punishment, young lady, not some sort of....kinky fun! What kind of....loose girl are you??" He demands. "Your parents should be notified immediately!" I go to my knees. "Please no sir! I'll do anything. It's just....that I have a problem." "What problem is that?" "I liked...that....because it was....you sir. Please don't get me in trouble with my parents!" "Well, I suppose we can let a bit of a schoolgirl crush go, there's no real harm in it, is there? However, if you do feel that way, I still think you need to be punished so...." he pulls his shirt up and unzips his pants and pulls his rock hard cock out. "If you're going to be that kind of girl, you'll need to be taught. Put that in your mouth sweetie, and lick it." I take his cock in my mouth, and I suppose for the role play I shouldn't be as experienced as I am, so I suck it slowly, only taking a bit in my mouth at a time. "Oh, now there's a well behaved young lady, that's it baby, suck it, suck it good. Yesss....very good, and now let's see what else you've got my dear..." as he pulls me to my feet and kisses me roughly. I kiss back, but he's well into character. His hands feel my pussy and he strokes me as I get wetter and wetter, and he pulls two fingers out of me and puts them into my mouth and I suck them clean. "You're a VERY good girl, aren't you?" He unbuttons my top and squeezes my breasts and unsnaps my bra (having a little trouble as all of mine are front snaps and this one's a back snapper) and he takes my left nipple in his mouth and sucks it hard. I spurt a bit as I'm incredibly hot now, and he kisses the other, and sucks them roughly, he's making me his little slut now, and I love it.... Not sure of his area, he looks around and pushes me towards my dresser, and I sit on the edge and spread my legs for him, leaving my skirt on. He pulls it up, and drives his beautiful cock into me as deep as he can! I let out a gasp as I've been hot and wet, but a little anxious as the lines between the game and reality are blurring a bit, and he takes my pussy hard. He continues to kiss me and suck my nipples as he fucks me deeply and I raise my legs up to wrap them around him. "You are such a good girl, but you still need a good fucking, and I'll give it to you!" The stuff on my dresser is flying everywhere, but I don't give a damn! I'm getting good and fucked by my man! He changes his strokes, his speed, and It drives me wild as this position allows him to take me deeper than he ever has. My first orgasm hits me like lightning and I scream out. "OHGOD! YESSS! Fucking yes!!" as I erupt, and it know it's a wet one as he grunts out a yes as well, and he keeps slamming me as deep as he can! The dresser groans, and eventually I hear cracking noises, but who cares? I'm loving this! I know he's not far away from his breathing, and I'm starting to dig into his back and I'm hearing no complaints!! One, two, THREE! He slams to a stop and I feel his orgasm as he comes inside of me! He groans out his pleasure and our lips lock together. We kiss passionately for a few moments and he pulls out of me slowly. "Oh, god, I'm sorry, your dresser-" I put my fingers on his lips. "Stay with it, baby, stay with it!" He grins. "Well, I hope you realize how important it is for you uphold our standards, and I..." he says nothing more as his cock is already in my mouth, I know it'll take a few minutes, but I'm up to the challenge. I gently lick it, lick his balls, caress his thighs with my fingers as he cools off, and then I can get him hard again. It's only a matter of a few minutes and he's growing in my mouth, and work him gently and he's rock hard again, and it's time for my introduction....to a bit of anal play...... "That's excellent work Janet, and I think you understand, but I really want to make sure this lesson sinks in properly." He pushes me to the bed. "Get on your knees, if you're going to be that kind of girl, you'll do it properly!" he snaps. He gets on the bed and gets behind me and I feel him squirt some lube on my ass as his fingers gently rub it in to me. Even in a role playing scenario, he's gentle where it counts. "If you're going to take cocks, you'll take them every way your headmaster wants them, is THAT understood?" "Yes, Headmaster!" I feel the head of his cock line up with my waiting ass and he ever so gently pushes it in a little at a time. "You okay?" he whispers. "It's all good baby!" I whisper back. "OOohhh Headmaster, it's so big! You're hurting me!" He drives his cock all the way inside me, but carefully, and holds it inside of me so I can get used to the situation. It feels....wonderful, and he does feel huge, but I like the sensation of my ass being full. He slowly starts to fuck my ass and I push up against him to get all of his cock in me. "You like your ass fucking? You like being that kind of girl?" "OOhhh yes, Headmaster!" He starts to pick up the pace, and now he's giving me a good ride. I LOVE having my ass fucked by him, and then his hand slaps my left ass cheek. "You like it when your Headmaster fucks you good, you little slut, DO YOU??" "Yes, yes I do, fuck me harder!!" he does and he does and he does, after his first, he's good for a bit, and I'm getting all of it!!! The slaps add to it as each one is like a little electric shock to me, and I wonder what else might feel like that? As good as it feels though, I don't feel like I'm going to come, I feel....like my orgasm is somehow blocked? He's pounding away and I enjoy each deep stroke, but coming may be an issue as I realize he's not far off from coming himself and I really want to come from this! Just as he goes into his final strokes and I hear him groaning I reach back and rub my pussy for a second and I......explode with an orgasm that I shriek out as he pounds me to a stop. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" He holds me tight as I come and we've almost achieved simultaneous orgasm from anal sex! We sit there for a moment and he very carefully pulls out of me and I notice he's got a towel at his side in case there's any mess but there is none. He wipes himself off but I don't want to wipe off. I lay on my belly and roll to one side. "Is it all stretched out like in pornos?" I ask. He looks and shakes his head. "Not like that, but it is open and I can see, um....the cum dripping out." I shiver with pleasure. It felt so good going in, I'll savor it coming out for a few minutes. He lays next to me but I push my ass directly to his crotch. "Baby, that was so good, did you like the schoolgirl fantasy?" I whisper. "I did....you look sooo hot, and um, barely legal...." I giggle at the compliment as he wraps his arms around me. We shower and spend a most wonderful evening together and in the morning? I make him go buy me a new dresser as mine is cracked in several places. I think from now on I should only buy high quality, solid wood furniture if our sex life keeps going like this. This one's pretty much true! It added QUITE a lot of fun to our relationship!
Introduction: A sister strives to help her twin heal from past trauma Bang! I jumped at the sound of a slamming door. I saw my twin sister Danielle standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes. I fell to my knees as I realized that Daddy was gone. She had been at the hospital with our mother, but if she was back, it meant Aunt Trudy had brought her home to tell me the news. I had refused to go. I couldn't bear to see him like that. We were only 7 years old, and little did we know that everything had just changed. The next few weeks I walked around in a daze. Danny was always by my side making sure I would get through everything. Soon we were back in school. Years passed and this new routine became normal. Then Mom started dating. Some of the guys seemed nice but none of them lasted. Then she met Bob. I hated him from the moment I set eyes on him. I always felt his eyes on me, watching as I walked around the house. Then came the news: Mom and Bob were getting married. I couldn't believe it. The night they broke the news to me, I fled to my room. Moments later Danny entered to find me crying on my bed. "Hey Sweetie, are you alright?" "No I'm not alright! Mom is marrying Bob! I hate him. He stares at me whenever I enter a room as though I was a dish he wanted to eat. I don't want her to marry him!" "I know hun, but we don't have any say in this. Let's just go hang at the park ok?" I nodded and wiped my eyes. After the wedding we started spending as much time outside the house as possible. This way we avoided Bob as often as we could. Danielle knew how uncomfortable he made me, so she would find excuses to get me out of the house, or out of the room if we couldn't go outside due to weather. Then one day I had to run back home to grab my jacket. I ran into the house without looking around, and went straight to my closet. When I entered the kitchen, Bob was there waiting for me. He stood between me and the door. "Came back to see me, kiddo?" I glared at him and looked for a way out. "Where's Mom?" I asked, stalling for time. "She went to the store. She'll be gone for a few hours. And I know your sister won't come searching for at least an hour. So I have you all to myself. And if you say anything, I will hurt her. So don't even think about saying anything to her or your mother." I closed my eyes and nodded. He led me to my room and forced me to strip. Then he pushed me down onto my knees. I stared at the floor as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. He then pushed it in my face. I resisted, turning my head so that he hit my cheek. "Think of Danny, you bitch, and suck my dick." Tears began to fall as I allowed him to penetrate my mouth. Grabbing my head, he began to fuck my face. After a few minutes, he tensed up and began shooting his cum down my throat. I choked as he finally pulled out. As soon as he let me go, I sprinted to the bathroom to clean out my mouth. As I got dressed in my room, I heard Danielle come in downstairs. Entering the room, she knew something was wrong. "Did he hurt you?" My silence was all the answer she needed. That night he came to my room again. She was asleep in the bed beside mine, unaware until she heard my soft crying after he left. She climbed into bed with me and held me as I shook. This became our ritual until we reached 18. By then she had gotten a job and saved up enough money to get a small apartment. We finally moved out and got away from him. But I still cried every night, shaking, sometimes waking up screaming. And always she was there, holding me and comforting me. Tonight Danny was working. I fell asleep waiting for her to get home, waking up crying in a cold sweat. I lay there crying quietly, wishing Danny was there to help, until I heard the front door close softly. I closed my eyes as she slipped quietly into the room. I felt her lift the covers and softly slide in beside me, trying not to move around too much, thinking I was still asleep. I knew I couldn't hide the wetness on the pillow where my tears had fallen. She looked at my still form and gently kissed my forehead. "Baby I know you are awake. What's bothering you?" She whispered softly, while reaching up to push my hair out of my face. I opened my eyes hesitantly to see her concern etched on her face. I leaned into her and softly sniffled as she reached around me to pull me closer. "I am here now. It is ok. You are safe." She held me close rocking me slowly as I clung to her. "I love you sis." As I looked into her green eyes I whispered softly, "Danny, I don't want to be scared anymore." She looked deep into my eyes. "I know he won't hurt me here. But I still get scared. But I also feel so many other things, things I am scared of even more. Even though I hated what he did, my body liked it sometimes. Danny, what I am trying to say is I am afraid of sex, but I need it so much it hurts. I don't know what to do." I began sobbing again as I clung to her, looking for comfort, compassion, and something else I wasn't aware I wanted. "Shhhh its ok baby I am here now. Don't cry. I love you so much sis and I want you to be ok. Anything I can do to help you feel better I will. Let me help you. Let me stop the hurt." She whispered softly into my ear as I quieted my tears. I looked up into her eyes and slowly we came together, both looking for something in the others eyes, some sort of resistance or acceptance. Our lips touched and there was a passion in the kiss neither of us was prepared for. Both of us pulled back, hesitant, then slowly went back for more. This time neither of us help back. Soon my tongue and hers were dueling as I continued to hold onto her for dear life. Her hand began rubbing my back as we continued to let our tongues dance. Finally we pulled apart to breathe. I looked into her eyes and saw only love. "This is wrong Danny. I want it so much, but it is wrong." "Shh don't speak. Just let it happen. You need this. Don't fight it. Just let it happen." And so I laid back and let her take control. She moved over me and pulled off my shirt. I sat up a bit to help her then laid back onto the bed. I looked into her eyes, fearing what I might see. My breasts were scarred from things he had done to them when he was angry. I brought my arms up to cover them, but Danielle stopped me. "You are beautiful," she whispered as she looked down at me with a smile. She leaned down and kissed my shoulder blades down to my elbows, moving across to kiss all over my breasts, avoiding the nipples. I tensed up as I watched her and she stopped, looking up at me with concern. "Just relax. I won't hurt you." I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and focused on the sensations she was giving me. Suddenly I felt her mouth take in my nipple. I felt a twinge in my pussy as though it was one with my nipple. I gasped audibly and Danielle switched to my other nipple smiling at me as she did. After spending some time on my breasts she began to kiss her way down my stomach to my panties. Again I tensed up as she kissed her way over scarred skin. I was afraid of what she would see when she got low enough. My legs snapped shut and I held them closed with all my might, looking down at her with my lust forgotten in my panic. Danielle understood and moved up to kiss me. "I know he hurt you baby. It is alright. You are beautiful to me no matter what. I love you. Do not be afraid of what I will think. I just want to help you feel better." As she talked she slowly snaked her hand down my stomach to the top of my panties. Slowly I let my legs relax enough for her to slide her hand between my legs. I looked her in the eyes as she began to rub my pussy though my panties. I moaned softly then bit my lip looking away to hide my embarrassment. "Don't be ashamed. It is ok to feel good. I like hearing you enjoy this," she whispered as she reached down with her other hand to pull my panties off. This time I lifted my hips to help her, glancing at her with nervousness as she pulled them off. Slowly she moved between my legs, looking into my eyes the whole time. "Relax baby its just me." Listening to her voice, I spread my legs slowly, finally allowing her access to my pussy. She leaned in and breathed in my scent. "You smell wonderful," she stated before reaching out with her tongue and running it between my lips. I moaned softly and looked down at her, wanting her to continue, but afraid to ask. She sensed my hesitancy and smiled up at me. "Do you like that?" she giggled as she repeated her actions. I moved my hips towards her and continued looking down at her, pleading with my eyes. She stopped teasing and ducked down, pushing her tongue deep into me. I began to move my hips against her face as the pleasure rose within me. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, unable to do anything except enjoy what she was doing. Suddenly my eyes shot open as Danielle pushed a finger into me, watching me to make sure it was alright. I gasped and pushed against her finger as I began to cum. I thrashed and Danielle held on, allowing me to fully enjoy the moment. Finally I began to relax, curling up into a ball and crying softly. Danielle moved up next to me, worried, until I turned and began kissing her, whispering over and over, "I love you. Thank you so much. I love you Danny." She smiled and kissed my tears, holding me close. Finally I calmed down and looked at her. "I want to make you feel good too." She smiled and stroked my hair. "You don't have to if you don't want. I just wanted you to feel better." "I know I don't have to. I want to. Please let me make you feel good," I pleaded softly, afraid she would say no, wanting so badly to reciprocate. She nodded smiling at me, her eyes filled with love. I kissed her softly and smiled. I lifted her shirt off her, staring down at her breasts, her nipples standing out proudly. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, hearing her moan as I took the other one between my fingers. I sucked back and forth between her nipples, occasionally nipping them, hearing her moans grow more insistent until finally she begged me, "Lower baby, please, go lower." I sucked her nipple one last time with a grin as I began to kiss down her stomach, stopping to push my tongue into her belly button with a smile. I reached her panties and noticed that they were wet. I smiled up at her. "Someone is a little excited I see," I grinned. "Please just take them off!" Danielle begged as I teased her. I pulled them off quickly, eager to see and taste her. She spread her legs, looking down at me. I moved closer to her, smelling her musky scent. I tentatively reached out my tongue, afraid that I would not like the taste. My tongue pushed between her folds as I slowly tasted her. As soon as her juices hit my tongue I knew I was hooked. I pushed my tongue deep into her to get as much as I could. She moaned and reached down to pull my head into her. I moved up and flicked her clit with my tongue as I brought my hand up to slide a finger into her. She began to moan louder, "That's it baby, just like that. Oh god baby keep doing it, just like that, yes!" Her hips began to push harder against me. "Add another finger baby, please I am so close, so close baby!" She moaned and I obeyed, sliding another finger into her and fucking her hard as I sucked her clit into my mouth. She cried out as she gripped my finger hard, "I'm cumming baby don't stop, oh don't stop, oh god yes!" She moaned as she came hard on my fingers. I licked up the juices that leaked out as I removed my fingers, then moved up and kissed her as she came down for her orgasm. "That was wonderful baby. I love you." We lay together in the afterglow of our orgasms and smiled at each other. "I love you Danny." "I love you too sis." This is my first submission so please vote, comment, give advice, etc. I want to improve and am open to any and all constructive criticism. If I get enough positive feedback I will consider making this into a series.
I was the youngest boy from a large family. We lived in a converted horse barn outside of town. The upstairs was one big room, at one time eight kids slept there. We had partitions and curtains put up but we couldn't close the rooms off because we had two wood burning stoves up there. When I was twelve years old, the only kids left at the house was me and my sister Hanna. She was a year older than me and more mature by five. Our father pasted away when we were little and my mothers idea of fairness was for the boys to do all the work. So it was my job to make sure all the stoves stayed burning all night. I would load the stoves up before bed and then get up during the night to check and refill. One really cold night I got up to check the fires, when I checked the one on Hanna's side of the room I heard a muffle cry, almost like a sigh. Because the stove door was open I could see Hanna in her bed, she was on her side with her head buried into her pillow. I walked over to see if she was okay and I noticed movement undeer the sheets. I tapped her shoulder and started to ask if she was alright, she jumped and sat up in bed so fast that she didn't grab the blanket to cover herself up with. I knew she was starting to develop into a woman, but I was surprised just how fast it was. Her breasts were apple sized and the nipples a nice dark brown against her white skin. she started to yell at me than she got real quiet, she said that she wouldn't tell mom about me spying on her but I would have to help her with a few things. I knew our mom would only listen to what ever story Hanna came up with (past experience), so I told her I would do what I could. The coldness of the room were making her nipples hard and seeing them made me start getting hard. She had me finish stoking the fire then told me to get into bed with her. As I slid under the blankets I felt her skin, soft as anything I had ever felt. She rolled onto her side facing me. She told me that what she was doing was natural but she had to hide it because mom didn't want her knocked up at fifteen like two of our sisters. I said that I hadn't seen what she was doing the blankets were in the way. She told me to get undressed and we would find out what she had been doing. I threw my pj's onto the floorand rolled to face her again. she asked me if I knew what a woman looked like and I told her about some of the magazines I had seen. She said I would learn and the first lesson was boobs. She had me rub on them and play with the nipples, after a bit she told me to suck on them. Ibent down and sucke on into my mouth, she told me how to suck and play with them and pretty soon she was breathing funny. As i played with herboobs she threw one leg over my leg and moved down so her pussy was on my leg. I was harder than I had ever been in my life and I told her so. She then had me roll onto my back. She rolled over and straddled my chest. I was a good learner and it was time for the next lesson. She took my hand and put in between her legs, she was wet and I thought she had peed, she slapped me and said I would understand later. I moved my hand like she told me to and felt the lips part for my fingers to enter. She then moved my hand up to a spot that she said made her happy. Before long this part was coming out of it hiding place. Hanna started moving against my hand and laid down on me. I took the nipple closest to me and sucked it into my mouth. She suddenly sat up and said I was ready for the next part. At this point I told her my dick was rock hard and my balls were ready to let loose. She took my hand out and moved up my chest until her pussy was in my face. She told me to lick her and pretend my tongue was a fingerand move it like the finger. At first I wasn't sure about the taste of it, but once I got a good taste I couldn't stop. I waas able to find the little man again and I sucked it up into my mouth as far as I could. Hanna started moving and rubbing her pussy all over my face. Without any warning my mouth was filled with her come and she she kept coming, After she had calmed down a bit she lay down on the bed and showed me what she was using before. I had never seen a dildo before and she showed me how she used it. I told her to throw it away, because she could use me from now on. I started to rub her again and she reached down and grabbed my dick with what felt like a death grip. She said that she was going to show me everything . The grip loosened and she bent down and blew her warm breath onto my dick. She started stroking me very slowly, but at this point I had no control. I came in buckets. I got it on her face, boobs,and stomach. She gripped me again tight enough that I just about fainted. Hanna looked at me and said that was now going to learn perversion. She made me lick my come off of her,starting at her stomach and working my way up, I licked her as clean as possible. from the stomach I went to the neck and face, even sucking it out of her hair. I started cleaning the titsand by this time my mouth was tired but I enjoyed it to much to stop. Hanna started to get hot again and I reached down and played with her pussy again. She pulled away and asked if I could control myself from coming for a little while. I told her I probably could, she then had me on my back again and she sat on my face as she was facing my feet. I started licking and sucking and doing all I could to make her come. Without warning she bent down and took my dick into her mouth. It was the most sensual thing I have ever felt. She took all of it so that I felt her breath on the base of my dick . I got harder, she sucked harder and I was going to come again I moved my hips in and out. I sucked on her and put my tongue in as far as I could. Soon, she was rubbing her pussy across my face and I tasted her again as she cameinto my mouth. She tasted some pre-come and used her death grip on it again. She told me to wait and let her get ready. She put a pillow under my butt and stroked me softly while blowing onto my dick again. I was getting ready to come and she slid her dildo into my ass and pushed and pulled it into me with all her strength. I cried out but she sat on my face so I yelled into her pussy. She said that it was perversion number two. I came again much harder than the first time. Hanna waited til I was almost done coming then she took me into her mouth again and cleaned me til I was soft. She told me to get back on my side of thew room before mom got up. She said that I had more to do so she wouldn't tell mom I was spying on her. I was happy to try.
Introduction: A false charge becomes true "Remember the tale of the boy who cried 'wolf'? This time, nobody will believe you." "Dr. Carlson, you must do something for me!" The Social Sciences professor stared coldly at the girl seated across his desk. He shook his head. "Miss Taylor, I've been trying to do something for you all semester long, but you haven't been responding. You've cut classes and when you have shown up you've been inattentive. When I've called on you to participate you've looked – well – annoyed that I bothered you. Your homework has been shoddy. From what I hear, the only activity you seem to have excelled in is gymnastics. It's good to develop your physical skills, but you're here in college primarily to improve your mind. I've warned you repeatedly, Miss Taylor, and now it's too late. You've failed the class and that's that." "If you fail me I can't graduate!" "I did not fail you, you failed yourself. You can stay another semester and put some effort into it." The girl started to protest some more, but the professor raised a dismissive hand. "Your failing grade stands, Miss Taylor. Good night." He didn't even say, "I'm sorry," because he wasn't. Dr. Carlson had little patience with students who tried to slide through his class with minimal effort. That's not what he was there for and it wasn't what they were there for. Marsha rose and her imploring look was quickly replaced with one of disgust. "You're a dried-up little jerk pretending to be a man. I bet you haven't gotten it up in years!" She strode out, slamming the office door behind her. Carlson was thunderstruck. No student had ever talked to him like that before. Despite his recognition that the insult had been rendered by an immature, lazy girl and therefore should not be taken seriously, he felt hurt and angry. This was largely due to the fact that her arrow had struck its mark. He had not gotten it up in years – at least not with a companion. His wife had left him ten years ago, when he was 38, and the shock of her earlier professed love turned to contempt prevented him from entrusting himself to another woman. Nevertheless, he was not totally the stereotype of the wimpy, bookish professor. He kept his spare body in good shape by jogging every morning and playing handball three times a week. He also took an aikido martial arts class every Friday evening. And he was not impervious to the attractions of the female sex. Every weekday he faced classes made up in part of attractive young women, many of them dressed – or nearly undressed – in clothes designed to show off their long legs and full young breasts. He had heard that some of the male faculty members enjoyed affairs – or at least one-night stands – with some of their students, who either had crushes on them or were hoping to improve their grades by putting out. Carlson had not availed himself of these opportunities, one possible reason being that the opportunities had not come his way. His imperious manner was repellant to students and faculty alike. After Marsha Taylor flounced out of his office, he wondered what he would have done if the girl had offered herself to him in exchange for a passing grade. She was certainly attractive, with long dark hair, brilliant white teeth, and a very good figure. Carlson fantasized briefly on what it would be like to use his power over her scholastic records to enjoy her luscious body. Then he shrugged, drove home in his van, fixed dinner, read for a while, and went to bed. At 1:10 a.m. the police came to his apartment and arrested him for the abduction and rape of Marsha Taylor. He spent the rest of the night in a jail cell, after refusing to answer questions put to him by his interrogators. Later he was able to obtain the services of a criminal attorney, Robert Wallace. "I don't understand how she was able to completely fabricate such a story and have me thrown in jail as a result. Don't I have any rights?" "You're here because Marsha Taylor told a credible story. She said you accosted her in the college parking lot after she had left your office, forced her into your van, tied her up, drove to a secluded part of Riverton Park, and raped her repeatedly." "These are total lies! How did she say I forced her to get into my van?" "She said you threatened her with a gun." "A gun? That's ridiculous! I have never owned a gun!" "And she said that after you raped her, you threatened to kill her if she went to the police. Then you let her out of the van and drove away. She also said that when she was in your office you offered to give her a passing grade if she would go to bed with you, and she refused." "More lies! Don't the police have to prove all this?" "The District Attorney will have to prove it if he decides to prosecute. I must tell you that there is evidence to support her testimony. She has bruises on her neck and arms, and cord marks on her wrists and ankles. Also some scarring in her vagina and her rectum." "Her rectum?" "Yes. She says that after you raped her vaginally, you sodomized her." "It sounds like you believe her." "It doesn't matter what I believe. I'm here to defend you, regardless of whether you tell me you did it or you didn't do it." "Well, I didn't do it. So what happens next?" What happened next was a series of predictable events as the justice system shifted into gear. Carlson appeared before a judge, entered a plea of not guilty, and was freed on a bail of $100,000, for which he had to pay $10,000 to a bondsman. He was suspended from his teaching position at the college, pending the outcome of the case. He was shunned by his neighbors and his colleagues, who assumed that if he was charged with this revolting crime, he was guilty and it was just a matter of time before he would go to prison, and good riddance. Then came an event that was not predictable. Carlson met with his attorney for one of their endless strategy sessions and Wallace had incredible news, prefaced by an uncharacteristic grin. "Well, it turns out you didn't rape the Taylor girl after all." "Of course I didn't – but how do know?" "The police became suspicious after there were inconsistencies each time she told her story. First of all, they thought it unlikely that a college professor, with no criminal record, would be packing a gun, so they bore down on her about that. She backed down and said no, it was a knife. A knife? Well, then it became a letter opener. Then she began contradicting herself about what you said to her and did to her in the van. Among other things, she claimed that you raped her on one of the rear seats of your van." "There are no rear seats in my van!" Carlson interrupted excitedly. "Exactly. Also, they were surprised that her parents, who live in Chicago, didn't come to support their daughter after she was supposedly assaulted. So they sent a detective to interview them. They turned out to be quite elderly, considering the girl's age, and rather testy. About fifteen minutes into the interview they stated that Marsha had been a problem since she was a child, that she was a congenital liar, and had accused two boys of molesting her on the high school grounds. It turned out that the boys had airtight alibis and when she was confronted with this she admitted having concocted the story because the boys had made rude remarks about her. She was suspended from school for a month. "The final nail in her coffin was hammered in when a college student named Sylvia Baum came forth to state that she saw Taylor drive off alone on the night you were accused of assaulting her. Armed with this information, the police questioned Marsha more aggressively and she finally admitted that she had falsely accused you because you refused to give her a passing grade.." Carlson asked, "How did she get the bruises on her body?" "Self-inflicted. She even shoved a broom handle into her vagina and rectum. She must have really hated you to abuse herself that much. Anyway, you're off the hook. The charges have been dropped." Carlson felt immense relief. Then he asked, "And Taylor? I assume she will be charged with false arrest and will wind up in jail." Wallace smiled cynically. "Don't assume. She got a plea bargain from the D.A. – and it's a real bargain for her. Five hundred hours of community service, raking leaves or whatever. No jail time." Carlson was livid. "Why does she get off with a slap on the wrist after what she did to me?" Wallace was philosophical. "Chalk it up to politics. This is an embarrassment for the D.A. and the police – swallowing the girl's story when they should have done their homework sooner. Now they want this whole thing to go away quietly." Carlson's original feeling of relief had turned to bitterness. "And I'm supposed to go away quietly, too. What about the damages to me? The ten thousand I paid for my bail bond?" "That belongs to the bondsman. And my fee belongs to me. It's tough for you. You didn't screw the girl, but she sure screwed you." That's right, thought Carlson. I didn't screw the girl. He was reinstated at the college, but it didn't surprise him that he was now being treated differently than before the rape charge. People congratulated him on his vindication but they were still reserved, as if they suspected that "where there's smoke there must be fire." Carlson became more and more furious that so much had been taken from him by this vindictive girl. It kept going through his brain. I got punished for screwing the girl. Without the pleasure of screwing her. What can I do about that? Marsha was paying a price for her bad conduct. Her parents, now thoroughly disgusted, had disowned her and she was stuck without money in a town where she had to perform five hundred hours of community service without pay. She managed to get a job as a waitress in an all-night restaurant, working from 6 p.m. to 2 a.m. What with her daily six hours of picking up trash in the county parks, she was pretty exhausted by the time her restaurant shift was over. Too tired to pay attention, one night, to a familiar van as she started to walk past it on the way to her car. "Good evening, Miss Taylor." "Oh. Dr. Carlson." "Yes. Dr. Carlson. You look tired, Miss Taylor. Allow me to give you a lift." His tone was polite – edged with sarcasm. Marsha did not like it. "That's all right – I have my car." "Oh, but I insist." With that, Carlson pressed his remote, the van's side door slid open, and with surprising strength he threw the girl into the van, face down, and the door slid closed. She took a deep breath to scream, but his hands went to her throat, cutting off her breath. She struggled, but he was lying on top of her and she could not move. "Do you want to breathe?" he asked. She nodded vigorously. "Then keep quiet." He removed his hands. Her chest heaved as she took in life-giving air. "One sound and you'll stop breathing again. Perhaps forever." He got off her. "Now, put your hands behind your back." The terrified girl obeyed. She felt a cord wrapped tightly around her wrists and then another around her ankles. Thus trussed up, she was turned over and a piece of tape was placed over her mouth. She was completely helpless. Carlson threw a blanket over her, went up front, and drove for a short time. Then he came back, turned on the overhead light and removed the blanket. As he surveyed the bound girl, he spoke to her in a reasonable, almost friendly tone. "You might not recognize your surroundings, but we're in Riverton Park. Remember Riverton Park? That's where I drove you to rape you – or so you said to the police. It's very quiet here at this hour and I have learned that the patrol car won't come by for another four hours, so we'll have plenty of time." Marsha was making muffled sounds through the tape that covered her mouth. "I can't understand you," Carlson said, stating the obvious. "But I imagine you're wondering, 'plenty of time for what?' The answer is this: Your account of the various things I supposedly did to you was so intriguing, so exciting, really, that I decided to experience them for myself. "Also, that evening when you left my office, you called me a dried-up little jerk and went on to say – I believe I'm quoting you correctly – 'I bet you haven't gotten it up in years.' I'm going to take you up on that bet and I'll demonstrate to you that I can, indeed, get it up. With your help, of course." By this time Marsha had a pretty good idea what Carlson planned to do to her and she thrashed wildly on the floor of the van. Carlson sat calmly beside her until she appeared completely exhausted. Then he reached into the pocket of his jacket and said, "I brought along the transcript of your testimony so I could re-enact the crime without forgetting any of the interesting parts. "Of course, there was no crime – it was a pack of lies you told to cause me considerable grief," he added, anger momentarily overcoming his calm, detached manner. Then he regained control over his emotions. "Regardless, I will now give you the opportunity of telling the same story again, and this time it will be completely true. Only, of course, you will have a little problem. Remember the tale of the boy who cried 'wolf'? This time, nobody will believe you. All right – let's get started." Carlson placed himself astride the girl, pinning her to the floor of the van. He pulled her top over her head and down her arms behind her. Her bra had a front clasp, which made it easy for him to expose her breasts. He grabbed them and squeezed them, not at all gently. The girl writhed helplessly, totally at his mercy. He sucked her nipples vigorously but was careful not to cause any injury that she could not have inflicted on herself. After he had satisfied himself with her breasts, he undid her slacks at the waist and pulled them, along with her panties, down to her tied ankles. When Marsha tried to kick him he raised her ankles with one hand, exposing her buttocks and pussy, which he proceeded to molest with his other hand. Marsha kept straining against his invading fingers, but she could not prevent him from exploring wherever he wanted to. Next, he untied the cord around her ankles and pulled her slacks and panties completely off. With a mock show of thoroughness Carlson referred to the transcript, saying, "Let's see, what did I do next? Oh, yes, I put on a condom, so as not to leave any evidence of semen, and I fucked you. Yes, I believe I can do that. Look, Miss Taylor." Carlson pulled off his pants and shorts and displayed his erect penis to the girl. "You see? I can get it up and, in fact, I have done so." He unwrapped a condom and rolled it onto his penis. Marsha crossed her legs protectively. Carlson shook his head sadly. "It looks as if you're going to have more bruises, my dear." He drew back a fist and struck her uppermost knee. She moaned in pain and after repeated blows she uncrossed her legs in surrender. Carlson pushed her unresisting legs apart and shoved himself into her. He had not fucked a woman in a long time and he felt no remorse for violating this girl who had wronged him so recklessly. It was, to him, poetic justice that she was now receiving the rape she had falsely claimed. He experienced a very satisfactory ejaculation but did not remove the condom. "I recall that there are two items remaining on the agenda – your mouth and your ass." He pulled the tape off her mouth, then grabbed a handful of her hair and bent her head to his penis. "Suck it!" he commanded. "Please!" she begged abjectly, her defiant attitude completely gone. "Please don't make me do that – I hate the idea! It is humiliating and disgusting!" "Sorry," replied Carlson, not at all sorry. "This is part of your script. Suck it – and don't make any mistakes or I'll pull your hair out by the roots!" "All right – whatever you want! Only, don't hurt me any more, okay?" With a grimace of revulsion she opened her mouth to accept his penis. Carlson noted with satisfaction the change from Marsha's defiant, arrogant attitude to one of complete submission. His one regret was that the condom prevented him from enjoying the full effect of her moist lips and tongue, but of course he could not deposit in her mouth even a drop of semen, with its telltale DNA. Marsha sucked energetically and Carlson relaxed, giving himself up to the delight of receiving oral sex from the obedient girl. She was doing a great job! After a while he felt himself coming to a climax. A second geyser of semen gushed into the inside of the condom and Carlson experienced a glorious moment of ecstasy – followed by a horrible knifing pain as Marsha bit his penis as hard as she could. Carlson screamed. Marsha opened her mouth and Carlson jerked away from her. Marsha dove forward and this time her target was his balls, which she clamped her teeth onto, hard, and then released. Carlson, in agony, slumped to the floor, clutching his balls. Marsha struggled to her feet and used her training as a gymnast to stomp very effectively on Carlson's head. After a couple of stomps Carlson lost consciousness. Marsha knelt down and with her teeth pulled at the loose flap of condom at the end of Carlson's penis. The condom came off into her mouth and Marsha was gratified to taste the sticky semen – the evidence she needed! To be doubly safe, she swallowed the condom. She backed up to the door of the van, found the handle, and quickly was off into the night. Sometime later, Carlson regained consciousness. His head hurt, his penis hurt, his balls hurt. He noted that both Marsha and the condom were gone. Ruefully, he recalled her plea not to suck his penis and a second fable took its place beside the boy who cried 'wolf.' It was the tale of Brer Rabbit, who begged not to be thrown into the briar patch, when that was exactly what he wanted. Carlson reflected that Marsha Taylor might not have been a good student, but she was damn shrewd. However, this was not the time for such observations – he had to decide quickly what he must do next. That decision was taken out of his hands most colorfully by the flashing blue and yellow lights of the approaching police car. -end-
Introduction: My car broke down in a small town and i had to share a room and bed with my sister for two nights before I could get the car fixed. I'm glad my car broke down My sister Janet and I were traveling home Saturday night after going to a family reunion about one hundred miles from home at a resort on the lake. My name is Paul and I am 22 and my sister is two years younger than me. It was about nine at night when my car overheated and stopped. We were in a very small town and the only auto repair shop would not open till Monday morning. I did not have AAA or anything like it to take us to a bigger town and not enough money for a tow of around fifty miles. We decided that the only option was to settle in till Monday morning. The only place that had rooms was an old motel and the only room they had was one with one queen sized bed. We did not have any choice. We took it. After walking over to a fast food restaurant named Jim's Burger Joint for supper we went back to the room. We talked and decided that if we left our underwear on and slept back to back we could make it thru the night without any problems. We turned off all the lights except the small night light in the bathroom, stripped down and crawled into the bed. We were only a few inches apart and I could feel the heat from her body. Janet and I were always friends as we grew up but except for a little flirting and teasing, we had never done anything sexual together. An hour or so later we were both asleep and on our backs the way we both normally slept. Janet's arm moved and her hand accidently landed on my crotch waking us both up. She quickly pulled it away and we both rolled back on our sides facing away from each other. Again because it was normal for us, we soon were on our backs in our usual sleeping positions. We were both awake. Then Janet's hand slowly and gently came back over and went to my crotch again. This time she did not jerk it away. I was laying there with an erection after the first time she had touched me there. Janet's hand reached around my manhood and gave it a little squeeze. She whispered, "I always wondered what my big brother had down there. Very nice." I am better than average down there. I'm seven nice thick inches and rock hard when I have an erection and right then I had a major boner. I rolled to my side. Now we were facing each other only inches apart. My sister and I were in bed together with just our underwear on and my cock in her hand. She released her grip, moved her hand up to my stomach and then slid it under the top of my under pants. She put her hand back around my prick. Janet leaned forward and gave me a little kiss. I returned the favor and the kiss got longer and harder. I reached around her back and unfastened her bra and pulled it off one arm so it was on the mattress and her breasts were out. I had often seen Janet in her small bikini and knew she had a great body. My hand went to one of her warm, firm 36-C tits and gave it a gentle squeeze. I could feel her large hard nipple pressing into the palm of my hand. I took my hand away and put my mouth there instead. Janet moaned and pushed her breast to my mouth. After nursing for a couple of minutes I let my hand find her crotch. She reached down and slid her panties down to where she could use her feet to work them down and off exposing her fur covered sex to me. Then she opened her legs slightly to allow me better access to her female wonders. At the same time she started slowly stroking her hand up and down the length of my shaft. My fingers parted her labia and slid between her inner lips. When I gave her clit a gentle touch she jerked slightly and moaned again. I started rubbing it and occasionally sliding my finger into her wet love tunnel. Janet started rocking her hips. Then she pulled away. I thought that she was having second thoughts about having sex with her brother but those thoughts went away when she repositioned into the sixty-nine position and slid her lips over the head of my shaft and licked at the tip. "Fuck Paul, you make a lot of pre-cum but it tastes wonderful. I love it and I love you. I've thought about being with you for years but you never appeared to seriously be interested in me sexually and I was afraid to make the first move." Then she pushed forward taking most of my pole into her mouth. Janet kept her lips tightly sealed around my cock and sucked like she was trying to get a thick milkshake thru a straw as she bobbed her head up and down my length. I quickly got into position and started returning the favor by licking the length of her slit, paying a lot of attention to her little turn on bump. She pushed herself tightly onto my face, encouraging me to do a number on her pussy. It wasn't long before she was coming and washing my face with her girl cum. She screamed around my cock and shook and swallowed me to the root, pressing her nose deep into my pubic hair. I knew that I was close to coming but I wanted to bury my cock in my sister's cunt even more than I wanted to come in her mouth. I hoped she would let me do that later. I pushed her off. "I want to fuck you now." "Yes Paul, I want your cock in me so bad." I reached for my pants to get the condom that I keep in my wallet. When Janet saw what I was doing she told me that she was on the pill so I did not need it and that she wanted to feel my seed blasting deep inside her. I rolled us over so my sister was on her back under me. I got between her legs and put her legs over my shoulders. Taking my excited cock in my hand I found the entrance to her fuck hole. "Fast and hard Paul, fuck me fast and hard." With one fast hard shove, I buried myself fully in my sister's hungry pussy. She groaned loudly. I bet the people in the next room could hear us. I started pounding away at my sister's cunt which made the bed headboard bang the wall. I knew they could figure out what we were doing but they would have no idea that we were brother and sister. After the sucking Janet had given my cock I knew that I would not last long but I kept slamming it to her and she kept letting me know that she was enjoying it. Finally I felt my nut sack tighten and my cock swell. Cum surged down my delivery tube and splashed deep in my sister, bring her to another orgasm at the same time. I held still with my manhood deep in my sister as the last of my sauce flowed into her. I could feel her vaginal muscles milking me to get every drop. Then she pushed me off and slid her head back down so she could suck me clean. I was done but she would not stop giving me oral attention. After several minutes I could feel stirrings in my parts again and I started hardening. Janet stopped long enough to say that she knew that she could get me back up for seconds. That was the start of a long night of sex and affection and we had a second night ahead of us before we could get the car fixed. I knew that our future lives would now be changed and I was excited about it. I have a fucking hot, sexy sister that I love very much and I was going to take as much advantage of being with her as she would let me. 116
Introduction: I had an even more odd encounter with my former colleague and her two friends It was some months before I heard from my colleague again. I had not been surprised as she had always been reclusive. I had sometimes wondered whether I had dreamt the incident, but had found the memory strangely erotic, in spite of the difference in our ages. She had come on quite strongly from my impressions of her. It was now late hot summer when she rang and invited me to come round and have some sherry. I was somewhat taken aback but felt that I had better accept. I found myself a few days later approaching her bungalow with some trepidation considering what had taken place last time. It was early afternoon when I rang the bell. She answered the door and invited me in. I immediately noticed the smell of alcohol and heard quiet voices. She ushered me into the sitting-room and there were two other women with glasses in their hands and looking quite flushed. They looked up at me with what I thought were excited glances and appeared to scan my body especially below my waist. My friend asked me to refill her companions' glasses although I felt that they had had quite enough sherry already. I approached them with the bottle and poured them a generous portion. "Are you trying to make us tipsy?". "What hairy arms you have", one simpered. The other said, "I expect he has a hairy chest as well", and giggled childishly. I did not know what to make of these forward comments from two elderly women on our first meeting. Had my friend been talking of our earlier encounter? I thought that was unlikely. I was asked whether I would like something stronger, perhaps some whisky. I thought it rather early but did not like to refuse. My hostess appeared a moment later with a tray containing a glass with an enormous slug of whisky. I had a suspicious feeling that this had not been totally impromptu. One of the women said, "That should get him going". I sat down finding myself on rather a low chair. The two women, I noticed, were wearing rather short dresses. I sipped my drink and smiled weakly at them. "It's rather hot isn't it? ", said one woman, fanning herself and leaning back opened her legs, apparently innocently. I hurriedly looked at the other one, who was looking at me somewhat strangely. I glanced back at the first one who was even more openly displaying her "charms". "Are you looking up my dress, you naughty boy?". "No", I assured her. I had felt a stirring, even though they were rather old. "Do I see a bulge in your trousers, young man?" This was more direct than I might have expected. "Would you like some ice in your drink, or cold water, perhaps?" said my friend. "It is rather hot and it might cool you down". I gratefully agreed. My hostess went out and reappeared with jug of water with ice floating in it. As she approached, with unsteady gait, she either tripped or was unbalanced purposely by one of the other two. There was little room between the chairs and tables. The result was that she fell on me, drenching me with the ice-cold water. I struggled up from under her, thinking " Here we go again", only cold this time. "Be careful where you put your hands!, you naughty boy." In my haste reacting to the cold, I had grasped my hostess around her chest, not having been careful how I handled her. Being hot weather, my trousers were made of thin material and they became almost transparent. " I can see his pants", one declared. Looking down I could see what she meant. This time it was not white boxers but dark blue briefs. "You had better get those trousers off before you catch a cold. Let me help", said the one who had possibly brazenly opened her legs. So saying, she stumbled to her feet and advanced on me with open arms. Before I could evade her, she had me round the waist and was grappling with my belt. The second one came to her help and was attacking my flies. Before I knew what was happening, they had my trousers around my knees and my pants disarrayed. "I was right, you are excited," one said, meanwhile giving a tweak to some stray pubic hair. "All his clothes are wet, Mary, we had better undress him completely". "Not so fast, let him have some modesty", said my hostess. "Let him come with me to the bathroom, I can get him something to put on". With some relief, I disentangled myself from my assaulters, and followed Mary. "Here, take this towel, dry yourself and then cover yourself, and come back in". I went into the bathroom and took off my shirt, shoes, socks and pants. All I had was the towel to hide my nakedness. The towel proved to be very small. It just fitted around my waist allowing me to tuck it into itself, but it came hardly down to my knees. I rejoined them wondering what would transpire. The situation was becoming similar to the earlier occasion, only with more participants who also had already been making pointed remarks. I sat down on the remaining chair as my first seat was now wet. This was even lower, resulting with me having my knees much higher than my hips. I felt the gaze of all my companions. "He has got a hairy chest just like you told us, Mary". Mary had the grace to blush, as this gave away her having discussed our previous encounter. Had she set me up? I modestly pulled the towel as far towards my knees as possible while keeping them together. All the ladies were lolling back in their seats with glazed eyes, obviously under the influence of their drink. Their legs were all wide apart, no care, apparently in the world. Suddenly, one woman was fixing her gaze in my direction. "You are excited, big boy.". Apart from a small tent in the towel, I could not tell what she meant. The direction of her looking though was below my knees. In my concern to keep them together, I had not realised that my feet were wide apart and she could see right up my legs to my genitals. "Mary, you did not tell us what he was like. He is looking up all our skirts and has gone all big. Let's really give him something to get excited about." "Calm down," said Mary. "Let us have another drink We should settle down, girls". Turning to me, "While I get the drinks, would you see if you can retrieve a couple of cotton reels for me. They fell and rolled under that chest" The chest she was pointing at was in front of another. Getting down on hands and knees, I could see the reels at the back against the skirting board. I soon realised that they were too far away to reach just like that. I lay down and tried to stretch, but still they were unattainable. I was going to have to either move the front chest or wriggle under the front one which had long legs. I tried wriggling. As I moved forward I felt the towel becoming undone from around my waist and I was in danger of losing it . I managed to hang onto it as I edged further under the furniture. Eventually after several adjustments of the towel, I reached my goal and was able to throw the reels out into the room. Now for the escape. "How is he doing?" I heard whispering and some intoxicated giggling. "Mary, come and see what is happening". As I began to attempt to slide out of my entrapment, I felt the bottom of the towel rise up my legs. I also had to thrash them a bit as I could not get on my knees. I felt cooler around the waist region. I realised that the women were getting a full view of my private equipment and from the noises were enjoying it. I was making little progress while becoming more uncovered if that was possible. "Shall we help him?". I soon felt hands on my legs further up than surely it was needed. It would have been perfectly possible to pull me out by my ankles, but hands removed my last covering and were clutching my thighs higher and higher as I emerged. Three pairs of hands had only limited room for contact so I was being groped and felt up unmercifully. "What a hairy fellow and so excited". I must admit I had been stimulated by the realisation of what the women could see and then having the effects of being manhandled, I was now erect. I was becoming more certain that I had been set up. The ladies were perhaps feeling safety in numbers. I was at their mercy. "Come and sit on the sofa," the little one said, dragging me over sitting me down and then draping herself over me. "My uncle used to sit me on his knee and after a short while his hand would slip up under my skirt or dress and gently rub my thighs. I could fell a lump pressing me from below , just like I can now. His hand would move higher and higher until it was caressing my knickers. I would only get a pleasant tingling feeling, but I found it rather exciting. We lived in a more innocent world then." "My uncle would hide sweets for me to find. He used to put one in his trouser pocket. After I had found it, he would ostentatiously put several more in the same pocket. I would have to rummage around to retrieve them all, and in so doing would come across certain lumps and a stiff sausage-like object only just the other side of the pocket lining. I only had a vague idea what they were, but it certainly got my uncle excited with heavy breathing. He rarely failed to do this trick, although always when my parents were out of the room. Did anything happen to you, Mary?" "My uncle was very fond of my doing cartwheels or handstands. Of course in those days we always wore dresses or skirts and it was revealing. He particularly liked the handstands and would "help" me, holding my legs much further up the thighs than was necessary and when letting me down managed to stroke me through my knickers. On one occasion, he was wearing a kilt and sat on the lawn with his legs apart. I was playing with a ball and it rolled between his thighs. He would not give it back to me. While I was moving towards him to retrieve it, he somehow slipped it into his pants. I was more keen on continuing playing than mystified by his action. It took some sorting out as to what was ball or his organs, but my uncle went red in the face and gave me half-a-crown! We all seem to have had mischievous uncles. Still, we came to no harm." They began talking as though I was not there. "As we have him at our mercy, perhaps we could re-enact some of our early experiences. What do you think, Mary?" "Handstands are out these days. Sweets in trouser pockets are rather tame for us these days, I would think. Still, I did not tell you all that happened when he was last here. He got quite excited when I had put on some sexy undies." So she had specially changed as I had imagined, but could not carry things through. "What did he do?" "Never mind, but as you are in his lap why not try and see if he will be your uncle for the moment." No sooner was that said than my hand was grabbed and unceremoniously slid under my burden's dress. "Tickle me, you naughty boy" My feelings were ambivalent. This could develop into something interesting, but they were not exactly young. Mary had previously become shy, having initially provoked me. Still, in for a penny in for a pound. I began to stroke her knee and then slide my fingers ever higher up her thigh concentrating at first on the outside to see her reaction. "Don't be shy, young man. Move around a bit". She was actively encouraging me. Perhaps there was safety in numbers. The other two were watching intently. As I moved my probing fingers to the inside of her thighs, she visibly flinched, but then relaxed with a faint smile on her face. I moved onto the front of her knickers and found her mound. As I moved up her crack, she began to breath heavily. I pursued rubbing at the top and could feel a firm little bud. She tensed and I thought that I would try and give her a real thrill. My audience had realised that I was on the right track from her reactions. I moved back to the top of her thigh and slid my fingers under the elastic. Advancing beyond the hairs, I found her moist area and the bud again. Now with no barrier between my exploring fingers and her clit, I began to gently caress her, and as she gripped my arm I extended a finger to find her hole. She was so moist that it slipped in easily. I rotated the finger until it was rubbing on the front of her vagina and I found her G-spot almost immediately. She began to convulse and shrieked. "Oh, God, I have never felt like this before. Don't stop, don't stop." So I continued to stimulate her and she orgasmed for some two minutes before fainting. My companions were rather taken aback at this reaction at first, but then Mary said " If you can do that to her, perhaps you could do it to us too. She obviously liked it." My first subject started to come round, "My uncle never did that to me so well. I wish he had, but it would not have been right then. You lovely naughty boy. How can we reward you?" "Never mind his reward. We have not had any fun yet apart from watching these goings on. Mary, you had tempted him before. You go next. Are you wearing your silkies?" "Yes. I will take off my skirt first though. I want to relive the first occasion, although I would have preferred it to have been in private. I do not know whether I will react as she did. Go on young man, do your stuff." I wriggled out from under my well satisfied customer and moved over to Mary. Her eyes were on my tumescence as I approached and reached out and took it in her hand. "Rub your thing against my tits. Oh, what have I said?..." I complied, but not wanting to prolong the exercise knowing that there was a third excited woman, I reached for her silky panties and stroked her bottom as on the first occasion. Again as before , I stroked her slit from behind. My progress was being watched keenly by the other two. I noticed that the third one had one hand rubbing her breasts and the other one up her dress Mary jumped as I found her excited mound which was already damp through the silk She clung to me as I sat beside her. I felt that she would not want to be exposed so I slid my hand round to the front and down inside her panties. She shuddered as I found her stiff clit. "Oh, this is good. Why have I missed out on this all my life?" Like a short time earlier I moved a finger up into her vagina. This elicited a squirming action from Mary. She was helping me find her trigger spot unwittingly. She was really wet and I wriggled my finger until I was sure I had hit it because she arched her back and moaned loudly. "Keep going, keep going, don't stop." She thrashed around so much that I could hardly keep my finger in her. Like the first one, she collapsed and I knew that I had a second satisfied client. "My turn now". I was grabbed and almost torn from Mary's side. " Give me this feeling too. It must be good from what I have seen and heard." I thought that I would try something else on the third one as she had obviously stimulated herself already. I reached up under her dress and hooked my fingers under the top of her knickers and pulled downwards. This had the effect of tipping her backwards and parting her knees. She was exposed to all eyes. I proceeded to finger her nether regions. She gripped my hands and moved them over her moist lips in a lustful manner. "Come on, give me a thrill." I managed to gain control of one hand and inserted my index finger, rotating it as before. I was successful in quickly finding her G-spot and in no time she was screaming blue murder. After humping my finger a few times, she spasmed and rolled sideways unconscious. I was alarmed at first but she came round almost immediately with a smile on her face. " That was bloody marvellous. How can we reward you, you lovely, naughty boy?" "He is still obviously excited". I found myself pushed to the floor and hands were everywhere, stroking my every part but especially my genitals. "Have either of you ever had this opportunity before ?" asked Mary. "No", they both answered, "but we had always wondered what it might be like to have control over a naked man." They decided to take it in turns to hold my now rigid member and fondle my movable bits. " I believe that we should move our hands up and down to stimulate him", said Mary. So saying, she did just that, fisting me. I had had such a stimulating time for the last half hour or so that my orgasm came very quickly before the others got their turn. Mary was in the firing line and was taken by surprise by the first spurt, in spite of my groan which might have warned her. This hit her full in the face as she was bending over me. "Eeuughhh!" She immediately stopped stroking and let go of me. This had the effect of flicking the next spurts onto the arms of both of the others who were "practising their juggling", as they had said. " He is a messy boy." "Well, girls, we asked for this I suppose" "Did you like that? You looked as though you did, you naughty boy" I lay there dazed. "We had better wipe him clean after we have wiped ourselves." "Better still we will give him a bath. We can get really friendly then." I found myself lifted up and led to the bathroom where the bath was being prepared. " He needs a good soaping all over." "It is my turn to take care of his naughty bits. He has gone limp but I will soon change that." I felt the soap being moved far from gently over my genitals. I was grasped and, slippery though I now was, my handler pulled down on my member, retracting my foreskin. " Look, he has a red knob." She began to examine me and this had the effect of my beginning to stiffen again. "He likes this." I expanded and, "It's turning purple now" Continued manipulation soon had me hard again. "I wonder if he will spurt again. We had better wash him first, though." Willing hands attacked my body with vigour. "He is hairy, isn't he? Look at the lather on his chest" " Never mind there. I will have my turn and wash his thing and between his legs." I was none too gently handled " Now we can dry him and have some more fun" I submitted to being taken from the bath and dried all over with special attention being given to my now very stiff organ and appendages. " Bring him into the living room." "Lay him down on the rug." "It is my turn to handle him. I want to see him spurt at close quarters but you had better warn us this time, young man." I was taken in hand by fingers surrounding me from the end and rubbed up and down. "Don't do it like that. We can't see what is happening. Hold him with your fist" The process continued. "When is he going to spurt?" "He will take much longer this time." "How do you know?" "I just do.... but look at his legs they are stiffening too. I think he is going to shoot." I groaned and grimaced as the hand moved up and down faster. With a louder groan, I climaxed to shouts of glee from the three women. "Look at all that stuff. We will have to wipe him this time. One bath is quite enough." My belly and chest were cleaned with liberal portions of loo paper. " Isn't it slimy yet sticky? " "Didn't you know that?" "I think that you must have been pretending to be innocent. I think that you have been a naughty girl in the past." " I have had my moments, but I was shy and did not want you to think that I knew anything". " Anyway we have all learnt something today" " What a time we have had. Get your clothes on now, you nice and naughty man. You have made us all very happy." I did not quite know how to handle the situation but it was taken out of my hands by "We will all help him dress. Get his clothes, Mary" " It seems a shame to hide his charms but I will put on his pants." My clothes were brought and needless to say I was redressed leaving me exposed for as long as possible by starting with my socks, followed by my shirt before my pants which were put on in a very intimate fashion with much fitting and readjusting. My trousers were equally treated to much needless fitting and adjusting and a general sigh was heard when my zip was closed, or was that my imagination? "It is getting quite late, perhaps you would like to go home now? Thank you for giving us such a show. You have been a good lad. We older ones do not get much fun. Maybe you would join us again?" What could I say? I staggered from the bungalow bemused by the events of the day. My trepidation had been fulfilled but it had been a not totally unpleasant experience. Anyway, three old ladies had had a thrill judging from their reactions. Perhaps I could think of it as my good deed for the day. Would there be another call to duty?
Introduction: Samantha is abducted and given to a older man for a lifetime of being his sex slave Samantha Lockhart stretched, pushing her C cup breasts out, arching her back and moaning in pleasure. It had been a long and tiring day. Her boss was a ass, demanding and never pleased with anything she had done. Readjusting her skirt that only fell mid-thigh she walked out to her car. She was a beautiful 26 year old female. Her breasts were perky and bounced with every step, her stomache flat and defined, legs toned and long, acented by her heels. Samantha had long blond hair that fell in gentle waves and bright green eyes. She knew she fit the bill of every man's dream girl, she worked her looks to get what she wanted; so far no matter what she did she couldn't get that damn boss of hers to go easy on her. She figured he was gay. Fumbling in her small purse for her keys and cell phone, she didn't hear the person approaching her from behind. "Damn it, where are my keys?" The man was slient, as he approached her, eyeing her cute little ass and hourglass silhoutte. She was a cute little package. He knew why his boss wanted her, hell he wanted her just seeing her hips sway gently his dick was hardening. But he had to get the job done first. He looked for his partner, John was in the van and prepared to swoop in and get them both as soon as he had the slut in his arms. Nodding and waving to John the man took a bandanna from his pack pocket and soaked it with a drug to make the little whore sleep. He broke into a run and before the woman could scream or even turn around he had the bandanna over her mouth and hauled her up against his rock hard body. Mark heard the van screeched around and the van door was thrown open. Mark pushed the unconcious woman into the van and jumped in closing the door behind them. "Drive damn it." Mark shouted to John. John laughed. "Damn this gets easier and easier. She is a pretty little thing ain't she Mark?" John stated turning to look at the woman. "They always are, Mark. You remember where to go right? Get us there, remember no cops. Just drive like nothing is happening, nothin is wrong." Mark said grabbing some rope to tie the woman up. "I remember. You going to take the sluts clothes off?" He asked licking his lips. "Just drive, John. Just drive. You'll get your fun too." Mark tied both of the woman's hands behind her back, looping the rope up over her elebows to ensure limitied to no movement from her hands. He then gave her legs the same attention, Mark noticied that she only had on one black heel, the other one must still be back in the parkinglot. He shrugged and continued to tie up her legs. Once that was completed to his satisfication he looked her over. She still slept, almost peacefully it appeared. Mark laughed, she wouldn't be peacefully for long. He produced a sharp knife from somewhere within the van and ran its length across her face. She didn't even stir. Lowering the knife he ran it down between the perfect mounds of her chest running the broad side across her nipples that were hardened from the chill in the air, he flicked the other one with his fingers and proceeded to lower the knife down her stomache. Suddenly wedging the knife under her soft silk shirt he cut the material up revealing a black lace bra, he made quick work shredding the shirt so it fell completely off her soft body. Mark licked his lips in anticipation as he saw her sexy practically see thru black bra. Her nipples grew even more distended and hard, as the biting air touched them. The nipples were a light coral color large cicles. Her stomach flat, beautiful skin that was a very light color, the woman didn't tan much. She was sexy, only about 5'5 and he bet she didn't weigh much of anything. Finally he looked to her skirt. It was almost cute, he thought. Like she was begging to be fucked, it was short but not indecently black in color. He wondered if her panties matched the bra. Bruteally he sliced the skirt down the middle, and sucked in his breath sharply. They matched. Black lace panties encased, protecting her cunt from him. He could see she had little or no hair around her mound. She was a little slut he laughed to himself. "Is she pretty? What does her pussy look like?" John called from the drivers seat. "Just concentrate on getting us there." Mark snarled, not wanting to be interupted by his retarded brother. Mark grabbed some duct tape and placed a generous amount over her mouth, as it appeared she was begining to stir. He smiled and leaned down kissing her mouth thru the tape. Her green eyes blinked open, wide like saucers and fear filled them as she tried to scream and thrash. Mark wasn't worried of her fighting, she couldn't escape the bonds he put her in. He ran the knife under her bra and cut it open. Putting the knife down he pushed the cups over to the side and bruteally took both breats in his hands. Rolling the nipples with his fingers he smiled at her. "Your beautiful. Your new Master will love you. I think I love your breasts, they are full. Your nipples are begging me to taste them. Do you want me to taste them? Love them?" Mark asked softly leaning over her, whispering in her ear. She tried to scream and shook her head no fearfully. "You want me to? My dear, you don't have to beg me too." Mark lifted himself up and took one nipple in his mouth biting it harshly, and licking it, he tried to suck the entire boob into his mouth. She thrashed trying to move away from him, screaming and crying hysterically, which only just turned Mark on more. He continued his assult of her breasts. Fondling, pinching, biting, sucking and licking. He gave every inch of her breast attention, knowing that they were never going to look like this again, once they got the slut to the House. He loved women's breasts, they fancinated him. So soft, so tender the slightest bit of pain could bring tears to a woman's eyes. He looked up at the woman's eyes. They were beautiful, green, filled with fear and hate for him. He loved it, loved scaring the women he captured for his boss, loved the thrill he got from it not to mention the perks. He kissed the soft flesh under her left breast and began to lick and bite his way down her stomach. Mark was careful not to leave a mark, the Boss wouldn't be pleased. Boss didn't care if Mark sampled the girls before they got to the house, but there couldn't be a mark on the new slut. The marking would be done later, at the House. The sluts stomach tensed at the touch of his lips and toungue. Nipping at the tender flesh under her belly button but before the soft touch of her low rising underwear. He touched lightly the top of her womans center she lurched and arched wriggling screaming thru the tape and crying still. Mark ignored her, he was centered on her pussy, wondering what it would look like. Roughly pulling her black panties down to where the ropes were he stared at her tender center. Her lips were a pink color, the lips puffy and full. He licked his lips and looked back up at her. "You are such a slut, your asking me to lick you? You really are a horny little cunt arn't you? Hush now, I'm here to give you what you want. I'll lick you I'll prepare you, then you what? I can't hear you slut, speak up. You what? Oh, you want me to fuck you? Now stop, you little whore, I can't do that the boss wouldn't like it. I'll lick you and fuck you with my toungue, I'll give you what you want. Then I will jerk off and spill my seed for you, all over your cunt and boobs. Is that good enough? What? It is, for now? Good little slut." Mark said toying with her pussy lips. Samantha tried to scream at him, tried to kick out, nothing worked. This man was crazy, she was going to be raped and there was nothing she could do. She knew that, but yet Samantha couldn't accept it. She wouldn't. The man continued to talk to her, calling her a slut, Samantha screamed at him that she had a damn name; he didn't or couldn't hear her. She cried out when he touched her center, his toungue darting out flicking her clit. She tried to keep her thighs closed tight but he was strong and pulled them part, as far as they could with the ropes around her ankles. Mark lapped at her slit, massaging her clit with his thumb. He laid on her legs keeping them secure at the same time. He fingered her slit as he licked and bit at her clit, he felt her tense as he forced one finger inside her, wriggling it around and thrusting it hard. Fucking her with his finger, one inside her then two. The woman screamed at him from under the tape. He pinched her nipple with his free hand in response. Finally he had enough of her pussy. He sat up and stared at her. She was hysterical. Beautiful in her misery. Mark unzipped his pants and withdrew a large thick dick, it was heavily veined and the head of it was large almost purple in color. Mark knew it was larger then most men, it was 12 inches long and very thick. It could cause emense pleasure or terrible pain. Right now it wouldn't cause either. He'd get the chance to fuck this slut later, right now he would only allow her the pleasure of recieving his spunk on her breast and outside her whore hole. Throwing back his head he back jerking himself off, picturing him fucking the woman infront of him. One hand was wrapped tightly around his throbbing dick the other was still finger fucking the slut, faster and faster. His breathing was getting labored, muscles tightening and he knew he was close. The slut was crying, she tried to scream and that sent Mark over the edge. He watched as he spurted his sperm across her breasts and he let a trail follow down her stomache to her pussy, removing his fingers he sent a major burst there. Watching as the white goo dripped over her clit and slid down the small slit. "Hey Mark, I'm almost there. Boss'll be happy with this new slut! I heard her screaming up here." John laughed from his front seat. "Think he'll let me fuck one of the cunts he's got in the House?" "You did a good job, John he might. After you park come around and carry this whore inside and take her to Room 1. She starts there." Mark stated, he bent over and kissed the woman thru the tape and smiled at her. "You are going to be a great fuck." Reaching out he rubbed his cum into her nipples and lifted the fingers to the tape and rubbed it on the tape, letting her smell his seed. He zipped up his jeans as he felt John park, watching his deformed brother jump out of the van and open the door. "Mark, she is beautiful. Can I touch her? I want to fuck her ass." John said his breathing becoming labored already. Mark climbed out of the van and stood next to his brother. "Calm down, John. You'll get your chance you know you will. Boss is very generous. But you can't right now. Pick her up and take her to the Room, room 1. Tie her to the board and leave her there. I'm going to report to the Boss and let him know what happened." Mark watched John and the new slut disappear into the house. He quickly shut the van door and followed behind. He took the stairs two at a time and walked down the hall briskly knocking on the door at the end of the hall and waited on permission to enter. "Mark is that you? Come in if it is. If it ain't, leave me the hell alone, I'm fucking busy." The voice shouted from the inside of the room. Mark smirked and opened the door and shut it quickly behind him. Mark looked at the man he was sitting on a over stuffed couch. The whole room was furnished over the top, silk curtains, many pillows were thrown throughout the room, lush carpets and candles were lit. The man sitting on the couch was nakid and had a beautiful woman between his thick muscled legs, the woman was kneeling and sucking his cock. "Jason! Looks like your having fun." "Always am. Did you get the slut, I wanted?" He asked running his hand through the female's hair. "Of course, do I ever come back empty handed? The cunt is in Room 1, with John. He is preparing her. She is beautiful, I'm going to enjoy this." Mark said leaning against the wall. "Is she as beautiful as I saw from the distance?" Jason asked shoving the woman's head further down on his dick. "She is magnificent." Mark nodded. "Good. Go put the slave marks on her, I'll be down shortly to begin the training of this slut. Let this slut finish me first." Jason laughed. Mark smiled and left the room. He slowly made his way down to Room 1, where he would proceed to pierce the sluts nipples and brand her thigh. She would be fucked and stuffed with toys for the rest of the night. This bitch would never again look at the world the same. Once her training was complete she would be sold off to become a sex slave to some rich fuck, until he tired of her. Damn, he was getting hard just thinking of her training.
Introduction: Hi guys, Nina here! Up until now I've managed to keep my husband in the dark about this entire situation, however, certain events have transpired over the last few days that have made this all come to light. My original draft of part 5 was focused on one of my sexual adventures from the past, however, I have decided to jump ahead to the present to discuss what is happening with us currently. My life has been pretty crazy ever since I got married, as I started to learn things about myself, my likes and dislikes and how far I would be willing to go. Once my husband allowed two of his friends to fuck me over a pact that they made years ago, I knew my life would never be the same. From his point of view, this was a one-time thing, a deed that would fulfill his obligation and would never be spoken of again. But from my point of view, this was a major turning point. He didn't account for how much I would actually enjoy the pounding his friends gave me, so much so, that I started to sneak behind his back to get gangbanged, went on a 5 day vacation to Mexico with his friends to have my pussy exploited and punished and continue to give them subsequent opportunities to fuck the living shit out of me in twos, threes and fours. He knew it happened the first time because he arranged it to satisfy the pact, but he was completely oblivious to the monster he created in me and all the other poundings I took from his friends. So far, you've met four of the boys: Ken, Alex, Jamal and of course, Rodney, whose approaches I simply couldn't resist. There is also a fifth guy, Nick, who I had not had any sexual encounters with due to his long term relationship. A few days ago, Nick messaged in our Whatsapp group chat which consists of the 5 guys (not including my husband) and me. He informed us that his girlfriend of two years broke things off with him. Nick was devastated and distraught and I wanted to do whatever I could to make it okay. While the relationship between the guys and I may seem one dimensional and only sexual in nature, in truth we have developed a strong friendship and I genuinely care about them. I wanted to do whatever I could to help him, to make him feel good about himself again and to help him get his confidence back. The boys and I held a group video call. "Nick, I'm so sorry. Tell me what I can do for you." I said. Nick was sulking as he said, "Thanks, Nina. Honestly, there's just nothing that can be done. I feel like I wasted my time, invested so much energy into this relationship, all for it to go up in smoke. I didn't even have a choice in the matter." I couldn't bear to see him this way. Nick was such a sweet guy, the nicest of all of my husband's friends, and he didn't deserve any of this. I pressed him further as I said, "Nick, don't be like that. I know it's tough right now, but you need to start moving towards some semblance of normalcy." Jamal interjected by suggested, "Nina, why don't you go see him for a bit, give him a little pick-me-up. Nick, you don't know what you've been missing out on, man!" We all laughed, and Nick even gave a smile. "How 'bout I come see you, Nick. Just for a while," I said. He agreed as we ended the call. I started to think of excuses in my head that I could use to go see Nick. My regular excuse of 'seeing the girls' wouldn't work amid the lockdown. I hadn't left my house for a month. My husband and I had decided that only he would leave the house if we needed groceries or other essentials to minimize our exposure to the virus. I had asked him a few times over the past month if I could go out, even if it was to go to the store, just so I could see the outside world again, but he flat out refused. He was taking the entire situation very seriously, as we all should be. I racked my brain but couldn't think of a valid excuse that he would buy. I decided that the only way forward was to tell him what my real intentions were with Nick. I would need to be tactful and smart and only tease the subject to see how he reacts. Based on his reaction, I would either continue with my suggestion or abandon it right then and there. Surely he would understand. Nick is one of his best friends. He has to agree. Right? Later that night while we were laying in bed, I broached the topic of Nick's breakup. My husband said, "Yeah, it's a sucky situation. I feel terrible for the guy. He's been through a lot with her." "Right?! He really has! I'm so upset. They were so good together. I just wish there was something we could do for him. I really, really wanna make sure that he's okay." I said. "Yeah, but what can we really do? It's just something he's going to move on from. I just hate that we can't even go see him. If it wasn't for this lockdown, me and the boys would probably take him out for drinks, get him hammered...maybe a lap dance." my husband replied laughing. "Okay, I get that babe. But we can't do that right now and he's our friend; we can't just let him be alone right now." "What did you have in mind?" he asked. "I don't know." I said as I chose my next words carefully. "I just think that he needs a boost, something to make him feel good about himself, make him feel like a man again." "Okay..." my husband said as he studied me. "I mean, it's just a thought..." I felt my insides tightening and my body getting hot with fear and nervousness thinking about how my husband would react to my next words. "I was just thinking that maybe...I could do something for him. I mean...only if you...if you think it's okay." He turned his body towards me. "Wait...are you saying what I think you're saying. You want me to let my boy fuck you?" "Well you already let two of 'your boys' fuck me and that wasn't an issue for you, so how could you be completely against this? Why is it an issue now?" I replied as I found my voice getting louder. "Your so-called pact only called for Ken to do me, but you let Rodney have me too. You could have said no to him but you didn't, because he's your friend and you wanted to repay him. Nick is your friend too and he needs your help!" We argued for another 30 minutes, neither of us willing to listen to the other. "Fuck it, I'm done with this conversation!" he yelled back as he left the bedroom to sleep on the couch. I buried my head in my pillow, face red with anger at my husband's hypocrisy and inconsistency. I bet if Nick had asked him himself, then he wouldn't have an issue with it! But it's a problem because I'm asking? Fuck him! I drifted off to sleep but was awoken in the middle of the night by my husband. He crawled back into bed and hugged me from behind, reaching his hands over my breasts and softly kissing my neck. "You really wanna do this?" he asked. "Yes," I said as I slowly opened my eyes, coming back to my senses. I felt his dick poking my ass as he started to rub my nipples. I turned towards him and started kissing him. "Do I see someone coming around to the idea?" I asked playfully. "Well, it sounds kinda hot," he said in between kisses. "As long as you promise to share all the details." "I promise," I said as I pulled his pants down and started to suck his dick. My husband quietly moaned as the wetness from my mouth warmed and excited him. I jumped on top of him and lowered my pussy down to his cock. I rode him hard for a whole minute until he told me he was close. I jumped off his cock and started stroking him as he came all over my hands. I helped him get cleaned up as I said, "Love you, babe...and thank you. Goodnight." I sent a text in the group chat the morning after to tell Nick that I'm coming over in the evening. I started to get ready late afternoon, going through my ritual of getting ready, same as I always have. I showered, shaved my pussy to keep it fresh for Nick's first time with me and did my hair and make up. I picked out a tight black full sleeve top and paired it with a black mini skater skirt that complemented my thighs. I decided that I didn't need a thong as my skirt fit loosely enough that it probably wouldn't ride up. I did however wear one more thing. Over the past few months, I've started to experiment with toys to arouse me and to help stimulate my sex life with my husband. I especially got hooked on anal toys, butt plugs in particular, that I would occasionally wear in public. I applied lubricant in and around my asshole and pushed the plug up slowly and gently, wincing at the subtle jolts of pain and pleasure as I forced the plug further up inside me. Once I was confident that it was all the way in and secure, I made my way downstairs to see my husband. He offered to drive me to Nick's place because he didn't want me to get exposed to germs in Uber cars. My husband complemented my outfit as I turned around, bent over and lifted my skirt to show him my butt plug. He pulled me close by the hips and bit my ass cheek playfully, slapping it as we started to walk towards the door. We got to Nick's place quickly with the lack of traffic in the city. I kissed my husband goodbye as he saw his wife walk towards another man's house. My husband waited for me to go inside. Nick opened the door and my husband waved at him from the car as he said laughing "You owe me one!" Nick gave him a thumbs up as he proceeded to hug me and let me in. I went inside and was pleasantly surprised to see that Nick had dinner on the table. "Oh Nick, you didn't need to go through the trouble," I said. "That's all right," he replied. "I just ordered in. Hope you're hungry!" We sat next to each as we talked and laughed at how crazy this entire situation was and how awkward he felt with my husband dropping me off to his place. His ex didn't come up in conversation at all and I could tell that he was already feeling better. I had a couple glasses of wine with my dinner and took a third glass to the sofa where Nick joined me. I adjusting my skirt, setting it so that it looked neat and proper. This felt like an actual date; he actually made the effort to clean his place, and have dinner and wine ready. He even looked and smelled good as we sat close together on the couch, my legs crossed and my body turned towards him. His ex clearly fucked up by leaving him. This guy is amazing. We finished our wine as I squeezed closer towards him, the alcohol getting me nice and tipsy. He put his hands on my legs as I uncrossed them. I went closer towards him, moving my lips an inch from his as he proceeded to give me a few soft kisses. The kisses started to get longer and harder as our tongues wrestled. I got up off the couch and sat on top of him, my pussy resting on the bulge in his pants and my breasts aligned with his chest. His hands reached up my skirt as he cupped my meaty ass cheeks, squeezing them hard. He continued to touch my ass, until he slid his hand between my cheeks to feel the butt plug. "Is that a..." he asked. I cut him off as I said, "Yeah...". We both smiled as he felt the plug and pushed it deeper into my hole. I moaned hysterically while continuing to bury my lips into his and grinding my pussy on his bulge. My wet pussy started to leak on to his pants. He took my top off to expose my hard, pointy nipples, lifted me, and put me on the couch. Nick got on his knees and pulled me closer to the edge of the couch as he spread my legs and put his mouth on my pussy. He was gnawing at my pussy lips and biting my clit, driving me wild. I held him by his head and pulled his face into my pussy, burying it deep and suffocating him with the aroma of my tight fuck hole. He continued to lick me, moving his tongue up and down and sliding it inside. I was going mental, screaming in anguish as he rocked my world with his tongue. We both took our clothes off as Nick laid down on his back on the couch. I went face down on his body, my face at his cock and my pussy directly positioned over his mouth. He continued to eat my pussy as I took his cock in my mouth. It was long, hard and thick and much bigger than my husband's. I guess I married the shortest straw of the bunch. Oh well, at least his friends make up for it. I sucked and slurped his cock, licking every area with my tongue, giving it the love and attention it needed. I could feel his cock pulsing like a heart every time I took it deep in my throat. I got up off of Nick and asked him to stand up as I got on my knees. I cupped his overflowing balls in my hand and put them in my mouth, sucking and rinsing each testicle, one at a time, slowly, carefully and methodically. This drove him crazy as he held my head and pulled me closer towards his balls. "Get up," he commanded. "I wanna see this legendary pussy that I've heard so much about." I obeyed him like a good girl as he picked me up and put me on the sofa arm rest. He stood in front of me and I wrapped my legs around him, aligning my pussy with his cock. He licked his hand and slapped my pussy hard. I squealed. He kept doing it, slapping and flicking my clit with his hand, punishing it for taking so long to present itself to him. Nick breached my pussy gates with his long pole as I screamed in pleasure. He wasn't playing around. He was angry at his situation and his ex and wanted to let off steam. And I was his willing and obedient outlet. He continued to fuck me, each subsequent stroke deeper and harder than the one before as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He would occasionally reach into my ass, and push the plug in, moving it around, giving me double the pleasure. My body was shaking as I continued to take Nick's brutal punishment. I screamed his name over and over again, telling him how good he was, how good he made me feel. He kept going, his stamina unwavering, his intensity consistent, and his passion unmatched in that moment. He told me he was about to cum. I got down on to my knees like the good girl I am and opened my mouth wide for him, waiting for him to dump his load into me. His cum shot into my mouth and I took it all, gagging, but maintaining control as I swallowed it all. I licked his cock again as it started to limp after the action, cleaning it nicely like a good slut. I took my butt plug out and put it away in my bag to get more comfortable and lay down on Nick's chest, kissing it occasionally. He fucked me two more times that night, once in my ass and again in my pussy. When we were done, he asked me if I wanted to stay the night. I texted my husband to let him know that I won't be coming home tonight. Nick took me into his bedroom and we slept naked. He fucked me in his bed the morning after when we woke up. When we were done, I asked my husband to come pick me up as I put my skirt and top back on. While we waited for my husband to arrive, I asked, "So, how are you holding up?" "Much better now. But I'm gonna need you to come over again," he said smiling. I agreed and proceeded to sit in his lap, kissing and talking, as I waited for my husband. He opened the door to let me out and waved to my husband who was in his car. Nick pulled me close to him and purposely gave me a kiss in front of my husband, telling me that he wants me back soon. I kissed him back and told him I'll come whenever he needs me. He nodded and slapped my ass to dismiss me. I sat in my husband's car when he asked me, "So...I take it yesterday went well." "Yeah, it was great babe. A lot of fun! I think I'm gonna see him again later this week." "You're the boss," he said as we drove away. On the ride home, I gave my husband all the juicy details. I saw a bulge appearing in his pants as I started to stroke him while he drove, telling him how his friend fucked his wife's pussy and ass. When we got home, my husband didn't give me the chance to get changed out of yesterday's outfit and proceeded to fuck me. He let out his load all over me, covering my pussy with his hot, sticky juice. After I cleaned up, I started to reflect to myself. My husband was extremely turned on by this. First, it was Rodney and Ken and now Nick. To his knowledge, I have fucked 3 of his 5 friends. Moreover, we just had great sex together. Could he possibly be okay with the existing nature of my arrangement with the boys? Is it possible that I can convince him and have him come around to the idea of me being their personal, dedicated slut? Sooner or later, he's going to find out about this whole thing. I'll slip up somehow, it's bound to happen. There were too many variables to keep track of and the chances of getting caught red handed were getting higher. I knew that I didn't want to stop with my new lifestyle, but also that I didn't want to run the risk of losing my husband. If I don't tell him and get caught, he will leave me for sure. But if I was somehow able to convince him, like I did for Nick, then maybe, just maybe, I could bring him around to the idea of accepting my choices. I thought about my words, what I would say to him, how I would broach the subject and the different paths the conversation could take. He would either get so pissed that he would leave me. Or, it may be something that I can work with him on, to get him to accept, and maybe even enjoy. I mustered all the courage I could as I walked over to my husband and said, "Babe, I have to tell you something." To be continued in part 6 - Nina
Well, here's one from Cathy and I and Cathy's stepfather. Cathy and I started it then he added a lot of the stuff about the old man's memories - an old guy who thinks he should have been a girl. In our SF fantasy he gets both that wish and the implicit one. He doesn't want to be an 82 year old woman. He wants to be a young, gorgeous babe. By the way "Otis", Cathy's stepfather, is only 58, so even he is only guessing what goes on in the mind of a really old man. ------------------------------------------ Chapter 1: Another Life I woke up slowly, not having any idea why I was now a female. The breasts would have been hint enough. They were firm and shapely. The kind I'd always adored most of my seventy years living on this world as an adult male. But I was laying flat on a bed or padded table. It wasn't until I sat up some hours later that I would fully experience the force of gravity reminding me that I now definitely had mammary glands, nice squeezable ones. The first indication was my missing genitals. I can't say I was terrible upset because I was very heavily sedated. And besides, my body no longer felt like it should have genitals, at least not male ones. I could hardly lift my arms. But even without touching myself I could feel that I was now equipped with a cavity. A man walked in the room, a young handsome man, strong looking. I knew, even without noticing his uniform, that he was a male nurse. I think he said hello but my hearing was still very poor. The man laid his hand on my waist and massaged my belly a little. It felt good. And for some reason my new female body liked being touched by such a sexy male. Until Max touched me, I had not noticed my own nudity. Phoenix had discovered right from the beginning that sexual eroticism was the best way to revive a sleeper. It was a fact that interested the press and spawned many a cheap romance tale of oldsters waking up in young bodies and falling in love with their nurses. The silly thing is it's true, happens every time and hardly merits a story. It's just good medical practice. The other thing is that these nurses hardly ever have mutual sex with their patients. Within a short while Max would start giving me the first of many orgasms. But by the time I could do for him what I wanted to do, I would no longer need his help and he would be working with a new female patient. I knew about Phoenix. Everyone did. The company was the first and still most successful of those offering un-aging. The process was expensive. Some said unnecessarily so. With population pressure always a problem, recycling oldsters was just another way of adding to the burden. Making it affordable to everyone would make it a significant problem. The government had come up with a compromise. Tax it of course! The rich could afford a second chance, the middle class if they saved. The actual numbers who managed to pony up the fee where not so great. They added insignificantly to the added burden of new babies each year. And starting life again as an already educated adult meant a lot of resources were saved by not needing to educate newbies. Of course, training was often necessary if the person actually expected to work as a professional of some sort, even in the field he had been in fifty years earlier. People who emerged from the tanks were legally the same age as when they entered. The process un-aged you. It did not un-grow you. It could do that, but tests with animals had shown you only get one chance to mature. If you took an eighty year old woman and regressed her back to a ten year old, she would start aging slowly, but would never mature, never reach adolescence. Most humans do not want to spend a second life time in the aging body of a child. So Phoenix was careful to stop at a point where maturity is completed and aging barely started. For females this left the woman seemingly about sixteen, for males around nineteen. After my wife and son died together in an accident I had little to live for. I'd been retired for twenty years and was bored with my life of leisure, especially living it as a lonely old fart some eighty-two years of age. What Phoenix offered wasn't what everyone wanted, even those who could afford it. Marge and I couldn't afford it so we never had to make a choice. Then there was just me, and my son had this big life insurance policy he'd started in his thirties when he thought he was getting married. Since the girl had gotten cold feet, it turned out I was his only heir. No parent wants to inherit money from their child! I felt like killing myself. I remember wondering at one point if Phoenix was a way out of my misery. But it was only a passing speculation as far as I could remember. Apparently I was the one in three who had significant "short term" memory loss, because I had no memory of ever actually changing my mind and contacting the company. The last thing I could remember for sure was my birthday when I turned 82. Not having either my wife or son there had been especially depressing. But waking up in the body of a luscious sixteen year old girl, it was hard to let myself be depressed. Martin Hess was some other person who had died a lonely old man. Man? That was the one thing that I could find no theory for. Phoenix didn't change people's sex. It only made them younger! It was hard to communicate with Max. I could hardly talk. Even my whispers sounded like grunts, though that was an improvement from twenty minutes earlier. I could now hear and understand him when he said something. But communication was all one way. The second time he told me his name I understood him. But when his talented hands moved up toward my breasts, I lost interest in everything other than that delicious feeling. It had been so many years since I'd had an erection I could hardly remember being a functional male. And it had been many years before that since the last time a woman had given my penis this kind of attention. My wife had never liked sucking or fondling my member, though she had enjoyed intercourse into our late fifties. I was about forty-five the last time I'd paid a professional to give me a hand job. AIDS hadn't been cured then so she wasn't about to suck me. Anyway, I don't remember her hands on my penis feeling anywhere as good as Max's hands on my new overly ripe tits. As a young man I'd always been interested in the question of who enjoyed sex more. Partly I sort of wondered if I was really a man myself. Somewhere inside I maybe wanted to be a woman. I loved heterosexual sex, the idea of male and female genitals locked together, the feel of myself inside a woman. But I always longed to know what it felt like for her to have me inside her vagina, or on those few occasions, inside her heinie. When I had fantasies, I was the female being ravished by one or more very male studs. But being the male in real life was still much better than not having sex. I often wondered if I would like a homosexual relationship. But I was never tempted to find out. I could fantasize about being a sweet young girl having her pretty ass reamed. But I didn't think I wanted anything to do with a man who'd find my hairy old ass attractive. And I didn't feel any temptation myself to fuck other men, even young attractive ones. Toward the end of the twentieth century they had developed sex change operations, with some interest in the male to female direction. I never heard much about women being given artificial penises, but the creation of an artificial vagina was practiced. Breasts were relatively simple. Give a guy girl hormones and "she" grows breasts, functional ones. With about the same prep as a regular woman who hasn't had a baby, these breasts can be made to lactate. That part sounded interesting. Imagine having a man suckle my nipples and taste my abundant milk? Certainly orgasmic! Apparently the hormones also made "her" body less hairy and often improved "her" head hair. But the vaginas they made didn't sound so good. They cut an incision in the muscle, cut your penis in half and insert it inside out into the hole. This gives you nerve endings inside so you can feel something inside this cavity. But would it feel like you were a woman getting laid? Without a cervix? No womb? And probably not even the right feelings, just stupid feelings. I couldn't believe it would be worthwhile. And what man would want to fuck such a klugey cavity? "Her" anus would probably be much better. One thing I didn't need Max to tell. However it had happened, what now opened up between my thighs was the real McCoy. I knew there was all the right equipment there inside this very female body. I didn't know if I could conceive and give birth, though it felt like I could. It certainly felt like, with this body, I could have fun trying to get myself knocked up. Boy could I have fun! My life long fantasy, being a young, attractive female with eager men making love to me! I just knew I'd do for all these future men what women had rarely done for me, what women rarely do for men. Most women like to make love by having sex. Men like to have sex and make love. The difference is women like my wife, Marge, don't really want sex except to have babies. The rest of the time it's just something men want to do. Marge always wanted to "just cuddle" especially after we were beyond the baby making stage. Every time she suggested it I felt like I died a little. It made it abundantly clear how little she'd cared for sex itself. And what every man wants, me included, was a woman who craved the sex itself along with the love making. We have this fantasy, we men do, that there are women out there who crave sex the way we do. We don't ever meet them, except maybe on the street in the red light district. But you never know if she's just pretending. And many of them don't even bother pretending. During my long marriage, in my thirties and forties, I occasionally paid for sex so I could enjoy some variety. It was never anywhere as good as the few affairs I had when a horny neighbor would fuck me only because she wanted me to fuck her. Those few times were always the best, doing it with a sexy woman who had no other reason for having you inside her vagina except that she wanted you there. And one of them wanted it in her fanny almost as much as in her pussy! Anal sex with a woman who liked anal sex! Marge did it a few times when we were first married and never learned to like it. In my thirties the prostitutes were simply a diversion, putting my penis inside the vaginas of different women. The few really interesting experiences were again with neighbors, bondage, anal sex, fellacio. Cunnilingus too. My lovers always liked that. But the whores who wouldn't suck my dick would let me eat them. They always seemed mildly surprised when I did it but didn't tell me not to. In my forties, my interest in whores became even less demanding. I wasn't having affairs. My wife was one of the few women I'd ever been in bed with who didn't want me to eat her, though it became necessary as she got older if we didn't use KY. I longed for a woman who would spread her thighs in pleasure when I went down on her. Fellacio from professionals was still out, but hand jobs with lubricant was fine. So I'd do coitus with my wife about once a week and about once a year I'd pay a whore to touch my erection with her fingers and let me kiss and lick her vagina, which surprised most of them. I never bothered to explain to them that I was getting enough missionary sex from my wife. I think I was forty-five the last time I paid for a hand job. God! Almost forty years ago! No wonder I can't remember it well enough to compare it to the tit squeezing Max is giving me. And here you'd think I could actually make the call, having been a man and now finding myself a young woman. I suppose if I'd just been a young man I'd be able to make the judgment call. But I know my life long prejudices are clouding my feelings. I always believed a woman could potentially enjoy sex more than a man, though I could never understand why they were so often reluctant to do so. Anyway, I am convinced that what I'm feeling is much better than what would be experienced by a male body in this situation. Max has just asked me something which I didn't quite understand. I hope he was asking me if I wanted him to be a bit more intimate in his fondling. Whatever he asked I smile because I think I will love anything he does to me. He is now massaging my legs. It feels wonderful, especially my thighs, even when he isn't brushing up against my crotch. I even like what he keeps doing to my feet! But now he's cupping my genitals. My pussy lips cupped into the palm of a beautiful man. I never expected this. I never expected having pussy lips though I've often had them in my daydreams. I don't miss my penis at all, because I'm not even remotely a male any more and don't even have any residual feelings, only memories. I remember caressing women this way. Did any of them enjoy it as much as I am right now? My legs are starting to get a little strength in them and my first act is to spread them as much as possible, which is only slightly. But Max can see what I'm doing and trying to do. He's a professional doing his job. But I can see he enjoys his job and enjoys seeing a girl show her pleasure as much as she can. It's funny. I'm at least 82 years old. But I feel like a shy girl of sixteen in the hand of a masterful seductor, a man I want to please more than anything. I can feel the warmth where his hand touches me. I can feel the joy down there as he explores my intimate places. His finger is inside me. It feels good, like he's massaging my insides. If I could roll over I might be tempted to do so and see if he'd do the same for my anus. But I think he will anyhow when he gets to it. My whole body needs massaging and Max is attentive. Not all his time is spent squeezing my breasts, feeling inside my crevice, or fondling my fanny. So much time is spent manipulating my limbs and neck and face and feet that I am all the more appreciative when he returns to one of my erogenous zones. This is a sexual massage at its best! If I'd woken up a man the nurse would have been an attractive female. Max seems so personally interested in my sex. His fingers are constantly inside enticing my interest. He's now had me on my tummy several times and done the same in my anus. My body is still so disconnected that I cannot fully feel my first few orgasms. They seemed to happen in remote control. My pussy feels happy, then suddenly I'm convulsing down there, twitching in the dance of love. Yet up here in my brain I am only aware of what's happening, but not taking a part. Each time, however, the feeling become more general, more wide spread. The fourth one seemed to reach my nipples. I could see and feel them swelling up with pleasure. When the feeling gets all the way to my brain I think I will finally know the best part of being a female! Max will stay with me for about twenty hours. Then he will have a two day break before his next patient. He tells me this is because he gets tired giving, and receiving, so much pleasure. The first massage lasts about an hour and only stops after I have experienced several full body orgasms and shown that I can move my head and limbs. For about an hour we just talk, with me still lying on my back. I am naked, of course, and would have myself no other way being here with my lover. Max knows how I feel and constantly reinforces my feelings with appreciative glances at the parts of my body. There is no reason I should not want him to look where he has been fondling me. In fact, I much prefer he does. During this break, like a good masseur, Max maintains some body contact, holding my hand, or resting his fingers somewhere on my body. He is not always touching my pussy lips. But he has done this so much that anywhere he touches me feels like he's still fingering my privates. I would have this never end, even if it meant never getting up off this bed. But my fee did not include paying for Max for the rest of my life. Nor would he want to stay here. He's a nurse, not a sex provider. With only slight difficulty I can now form words and ask questions. But it is much harder to talk than think. I want to know how much memory I've lost. But I simply ask what day it is. "January 17, 2087" is his answer. I turned 82 in 2085, and 83 last fall and remember nothing about it. The Phoenix process takes about two months before they wake you up. But around fourteen months seem to be missing. Some time during that year I apparently decided to go ahead and pay for the operation. "I used to be a man?" I meant to ask why I was now a woman but that wasn't necessary. Max knew what I meant. "Yes. I've never encountered it before, but I have heard of it happening. I'm only a nurse and the doctors will explain more fully. Do you mind being a woman?" "No, love it." I managed to squeak out. "Good. One of the things they'll tell you is that the company is not responsible for what happened. It's possible you might want to sue, but no one has yet. Apparently this only happens to people who really want it to happen. Probably a very careful study before hand might have predicted it. But since the result is benign there's no reason to go to such an expense with every customer. You know the basic process?" I nodded, but he still gave me the cook's tour. In fact, I actually didn't really know how the process worked. He didn't either. But he knew a lot more than I did. "The cells are purged of poisons, and the body is purged of bad cells, even parts of bad cells in many cases. Aging leaves trash throughout the whole body. Cancer is eliminated. But what is cancer? How does the machinery recognize such cells? How does it examine every cell in your body? It doesn't. It lets the healthy cells throw out the bad ones, like excess fat cells. Or throw out the bad parts of the bad cells. The other cells vote on what's good. Apparently, in your case, a majority of your body thought you were supposed to be female. "This probably included your brain which is why you like the result. I've been told that men who change during the process are the most female of females when they emerge. They become every man's dream girl. We try to keep this out of the general public knowledge to protect your privacy. Otherwise, half the world would be trying to sign you up as a porn star the minute you walked out the door. Our only advice is go slow. Enjoy yourself but don't make it a point of telling your lovers why you're such a fantastic lover. A female of a different kind is an oddity. But as long as people just think you're a regular woman at the high end of being sexy, there won't be that problem. "By the way, you're even more fertile than most sixteen year old healthy girls. Apparently the narrow window of fertility each month doesn't apply. Unlike other girls, you can get knocked up almost two weeks in every month. So if you don't want a lot of babies or abortions, you have to take birth control seriously. I won't even suggest abstinence. The records show that it's absolutely impossible in a case like yours. You'll go crazy if you don't fuck multiple times during each fertile period. Apparently, after going to so much trouble making you into a woman, your body is determined to make use of the fact. I can see from your smile that this whole idea excites you." While telling me all this, Max started again fondling my crotch. I guess he'd decided I'd had enough physical rest. I now had almost full control of my legs, at least sideways, and used this to open them wide for him. I never realized it felt so good for the girl when she was just being cooperative. Just opening my legs for him felt surprisingly erotic. And it felt wonderful to be able to open myself up completely, not just a few inches like I'd managed earlier. I would quickly discover in the weeks ahead that offering myself to a man in any way or any position was surprisingly, delightfully erotic, even if he did nothing to me immediately. Just bending over and spreading my buns so he can easily fuck me is almost as good as actually getting fucked. I sometimes start having orgasms just anticipating what I hope will come next. Do other women have this much sensitivity or am I really an "oddity"? While Max squeezed and rubbed and penetrated, I fell open to his touch. It felt so wonderful to be wide open with his fingers inside me! I never wanted to feel my thighs touch each other, never wanted to leave this bed, never wanted to feel his fingers withdraw from my insides. But I knew this would end eventually. The trick would be to find men who wanted to fuck me frequently. I probably knew more about what men wanted than most regular women. I was sure I could arrange something. As I thought about it I realized that the insurance money would have been much more than the process fee. When I left the clinic, I wouldn't have to work for a long time. Perhaps with proper management I could even live indefinitely off my dividend earnings. I didn't have a marketable trade being forty years obsolete in my previous profession. About the only thing I could think of that I might enjoy doing would be prostitution. I could hardly remember what a whore got paid when I was buying the services. I'd heard that with legalization, health issues finally solved, and the changes in morality making the profession more socially acceptable so that women where now more than ever willing to do it, the price had gone down. But with organized crime no longer involved, the girls got to keep most of the money, taxes being much lower than a pimp's cut. So the profession paid the girls today a better income per customer. What would I call myself? Martin could become Mary. But that sounded too goodie. Marie or Maria? I wasn't sure what I looked like as a girl. Could I pass for Spanish? I would change my last name also. Not Hess. Maybe Hermosa? In Mexico maybe "pretty Mary" would sound presumptuous. But in an English speaking country it would sound sweet and exotic. Maria Hermosa I decided just as I suddenly realized that I was having another orgasm, and this one was turning into a whopper! This time I felt it everywhere, in my toes, my ass, my shoulders, my face, and naturally, my tits and clit. I felt myself arching, pushing my crotch up to meet his fingers, gushing my love juice up to his hand, though much of it falling back on my crotch, the insides of my thighs, and the sheet under my fanny. As I calmed down I realized I'd thrown my arms up over my head. It was the first time I'd moved them more than a few inches. Phoenix knew what they were doing using erotic stimulation to get a girl's ticker back up to speed!
Introduction: Little story I thought of about one of my chat buddies. The day had been one of those crappy ones, a day which you would have wanted to end after two hours of working; everything had gone wrong since Dave got up. His coffee cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot coffee all over his work clothes. He had to get dressed again; this made him five minutes late already, then his car didn't want to start; he had to rush to make the bus and his five minutes became twenty minutes. The bus had to make a lot of stops and in the end Dave made it to the office an hour late. The boss wasn't happy, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped lunch, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a very long day; he was too late to catch the last bus and had to wait and see if he could get a taxi. Overall a very shitty day. Once he got home, he had a look at his car and it started perfectly, at least it was the weekend and he decided that since he had such a bad day, he was going to go out to the club. He needed a beer or three. Getting changed he drove the seven blocks to the club, it was a nice place overall, they played great dancing music, the drinks was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the last person left. He paid his admittance fee, got the stamp on the back of his hand and went inside, the bartender was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both single, it never went further than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a killer body, clearly well-looked after, long red hair and she almost never wore any more make-up than red lipstick. Her blue eyes always seemed to light up when she saw him and at times she favoured him with a lovely smile, that smile flashed over her face as she saw him take a seat. "Hey luv, usual?" He nodded at her, "Hey there lovely, keep one on the ice as well." She nodded and soon he sat with a cold beer, the next one lined up, but still in the fridge. She leaned on the counter, offering Dave and any other man in the vicinity a good look down her creamy cleavage. "So what's up? You look rather haggard tonight." Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer, "Had a real crappy day." He quickly recapped the day and she tutted, shaking her head, "Tell you what luv, you can have a shot on me tonight OK?" Dave chuckled, "Thanks Lu, but I'll pay this evening if that's OK with you." She flashed him a smile, "Looking for something more?" He made a show of ogling her firm breasts, "Hmmm perhaps, I usually get my inspirations from visuals." She laughed and moved to another customer, Dave finished his beer; he took the next one with him as he headed for the dance floor. He took a seat at one of the tables lining the edge of the dance floor, there weren't a lot of people dancing and that was probably why the girl immediately caught his attention. She wore black knee length boots, a black mini and as she was dancing with her back to him, he could only see that the top had an open back and was sleeveless, the back was cut so low, he was sure she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the music, her long black hair moving along with her as she shook her head. Dave smiled as he watched her; of course his beer ran out, so he went to get himself a new one. When he returned she was gone, so he watched the other people as they danced, it was fun and he also caught a few moves as he watched them. He was drawing to the end of his beer when he saw her again; she came to the floor and found a spot close to his table. He could see the top more clearly now, it was loose in the front, it was cut in such a way that it fell in folds from her shoulders down to below her breasts, baring a rather big cleavage. She had studs through her lower lip which glinted in the lights of the club, there was a tattoo running from her wrist up her arm and ending at her neck, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her eyes were darkened with mascara and it made her eyes looked like they smouldered as her gaze moved around the floor. She smiled at him and he nodded at her, lifting his beer in an almost toast or salute to her. She laughed and favoured him with another smile, she started to dance and he watched as she shimmied and shook her body to the beat of the music. He finished his beer and waited until the song stopped playing, she looked at him as he got up; he motioned to the bottle and tilted it to show it was empty. She nodded and kept dancing as the music went on. Strange enough when he returned with a beer and a shooter she was gone again, he slowly sipped on his whiskey and beer. Laughter caught his attention and the girl came past with two others, they carried bottles cooldrink, she gave his a small wave and he waved back. He smiled to himself, when he finished his drinks he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the floor. He closed his eyes for a few moments, allowing the music to get into his system; then he started to dance. He opened his eyes only to find the girl like a few feet away from him; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't notice him, but he saw her glancing towards him at times. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a good, hard work out to get the blood pumping and the muscles working. Only this was like the treadmill, a good cardio workout, but his attention got pulled towards the girl as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing close, almost crowding her, Dave could see the annoyance on her face, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his hands touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to make what he called dancing look good. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder; he looked over his shoulder at Dave. "What?" "Could you perhaps move to the side a bit? I want to watch her dance." "Fuck off dude." Dave smiled, "Nope, I'm sorry, but I have a preference and you're interrupting it." The man rounded on Dave, "Listen motherfucker, I'll fucking kick your ass if you don't fucking leave me alone." Dave kept his smile on his face, "Actually you will try, but you will get removed by Greg over there by the door and I will go back to dancing. So quit while you're ahead." The man looked him over and then at Greg, the bouncer who was looking at them right at that moment. He looked back at Dave, "Just because you're white doesn't mean I'm going to back off fucker." Dave sighed, "Listen, you have a choice, either leave her be and go hassle somebody else or get thrown out." The man raised his hands and shoved Dave away from him, or at least tried to; Dave took one step backwards and shook his head. "I'm not dropping this…" The fist came from the side; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the next one. He was no boxer, but he did pick up a few things watching the guys train in their part of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right and stepped to the side. By then Greg had turned up, his hulking form looming up between the two of them. The man of course tried to get at Dave, but a huge hand grabbed him by the collar and held him in place. "What is going on here?" The man spat towards Dave, "That motherfucker were hassling me!" Dave was about to answer when the girl stepped up next to him, "Actually he was busy hassling me, this man just told him to leave me alone." Greg nodded, "Well then, that means you have had enough of the club." Greg pulled the man away from the dance floor, Dave sighed as he watched the man getting thrown out and then he turned to the girl. "Sorry about that, I just didn't like what he was doing." She smiled, "No need to be sorry, that was sweet, first time anybody have done that for me." He returned the smile, "Well let's dance, I did enjoy the music." She chuckled and shimmied away, slipping into a dance, giving Dave a playful wink, he chuckled and started to dance again as well. A few songs later he decided that it was time for another drink; he waited for the bridge between two songs, then he headed for the bar. "Hey Lu, Gold and Lemonade." "Coming up luv." "Can I get a Coke please?" Dave looked at the girl and she grinned up at him, she was much shorter than him, even with the high heels of her boots. "So do you have a name?" Dave smiled, "David Knight, but people call me Dave." She stuck out her hand, "Tamryn Tucker, people call me Tamsy." Dave shook her hand, "Good to meet you Tamsy." "Likewise, so you come here often?" He nodded, "Yeah, best spot in the suburb." She motioned vaguely to a table, when Dave looked he could see the other two girls sitting there, "Yeah they said so too, so far I think they're right." He saw that the tattoo was quite a nice work of art; it was a highly detailed dragon. "So what do you do for a living Dave?" Their drinks arrived and Dave tapped his chest, Lucy nodded and moved away to put it on his tab, "I'm a programmer, busy working on a payroll program for the company. In my free time, I'm working on a low level AI." They had moved to a table as he talked and they say down, "What about you?" She shrugged, "Art student, third year." She motioned at her arm, "I am planning to do this as well, but first I need the funds to get me set up and a student always needs money." He nodded, "Yeah I know, I finished my studies last year, still paying off the student loan. It's hectic to be a student and having a need for cash all the time. It sucks actually." She nodded her agreement, "So you live nearby?" He took a sip of his rum and lemonade, "Yeah, seven blocks away at the Escalade flats." "Hey I know somebody that lives there, Darian Smith? Think he lives in flat number 28?" Dave nodded, "Yeah the photographer student, I know that he had visited me a few times to help him figure out his editing software." "Yes! That's him. So you're the guy he always visits." Dave grinned, "Small world hey?" She nodded, "Yes indeed." They continued talking, he found her quite likeable and of course with her being pretty it didn't hurt at all to talk with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent most of the time talking, it was well past midnight when Dave decided that it was time to go home. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, heading where her friends probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a nice tip and headed out. Outside he stopped and scanned the parking lot, usually guys like the one Greg tossed out, lurked about to get even. "He got in a car and left Dave, I checked him out. Big mouth no cajones, probably just went at you to save his rep as a bad ass." Dave grinned at Greg, "Thanks man." They bumped fists and Dave walked to his car, getting his keys out, he got into his car and started the engine when he saw Tamsy coming alone out of the club, looking around the parking lot. She didn't seem very happy about something. Dave pulled out of the parking space and rolled the car up to the steps, he rolled down his window. "Hey Tams, is something the matter?" The frown on her face turned to a smile when she saw him and came down the stairs, "My friends left without me, their phones are off. I can bet you they picked up some guys and went home." She was leaning forward, resting her arms on the open window, the top opening up to show more of her caramel skin and heavy breasts. "Where do you live?" "Gallaghan heights." "Well I am not going to let you walk to there, why don't I take you home?" She bit her lower lip, then slowly nodded, "Sure, why not?" She opened the door and got in, settling her small hand bag on her lap, she slumped into the seat as he pulled away. "I can't believe they did that. I mean if they at least asked me it would have been fine." Dave smiled, "You need to get you a wingman, or wingwoman in your case. Never leave without each other unless you tell them that you're going." She looked over at him, "Let me guess, usually if you have somebody with you and a chance to get laid." Dave nodded, "Yup that one." She chuckled, "You ever played wingman Dave?" He shrugged, "Back in college yeah, usually was the double D as well." "Designated Driver? You never went home with a sweet little college girl?" He shook his head, "Nope, was a bit of an obese guy back then." She snorted, "So? It's about the personality, not what you look like." He grinned, "Perhaps, but not to me, to me it's all about what I look like." She brushed her hair over one shoulder, "Ohhh you want to look good?" He nodded, "I try yes." She seemed to think as she looked at him and then looked at the road, "So what do you think of me? Am I pretty?" He glanced at her, "Yes you are." "You're not just saying that? I mean most guys don't like the piercings and tattoos." He shrugged, "I have seen pretty girls screw up their looks with piercings, tattoos, implants and you name it. You've done just enough, you look very pretty just the way you are." He made the turn into the street she had mentioned she lived; she motioned for him to stop at a five storey building. "Well this is me." She got out and closed the door behind her, she seemed to pause and then leaned down, "I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a foul brew we students live on? I think somebody labelled it filter coffee?" He smiled, "If you have sugar, I'm game." She nodded, "I have sugar, not much, but it should be enough." He rolled up the windows and switched off the car, he was looking forward to talking more with her; she was quite a lot of fun. He got out and locked the car, following her to the front door; she entered a code and opened the security gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to click close behind him, his first thought was that she lived on one of the upper floors, but instead she led him down the small hallway to the last door on the right. Unlocking the door; she entered and he followed her inside. Of course it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a mess either, he tried to find a word to describe it all and finally came up with one. Art. She pulled off her boots and waved her hand around the flat, it wasn't huge, but not a shoebox either. Most of the things that lay around were figures made out of paper mache, papers, books even a few pencils. Leaning against the wall was story boards and Dave assumed she used the figures to draw them. "Interesting." He walked over to a drawing, it seemed like she was busy making a short film from the sketches she had laid out. "That is for our finals, we have to hand in a short film." Dave nodded, "Animation will take a lot of time." She sighed, "I know right? And the worse thing is that I'm way behind schedule." He nodded as he looked her work over, she was good. "Well if you want I can help you with that, I have a little program that links with editing programs like Corel Draw or Photoshop. You just scan your picture into the program and it picks up the basic lines. You just select the points that you want to animate and it can animate the figure for about two minutes." "Wow really? Why haven't you brought it out yet?" He shrugged, "Work regulations. Any work I bring out is sole right of the company, will most probably just get ripped off anyway." "That blows. Well I will be very thankful, but I can't pay you for it though." He snorted and waved her objection away, "I want you to have it; I don't want to sell it to you." He stood up, "By the smell of it, your percolator is spitting out that warm water already." She nodded, "Yeah it is old, but it gets the job done." He looked around the apartment, there stood a computer in one corner, from the sleek lines he took it to be a gaming box. "So you game?" She came to stand next to him, "I used to, now I use it to work on. Processing speed, RAM and graphics are really just what I need." He nodded and took in the scanner, while not new; it was top of the line and only three years old, "I guess gift from your parents?" She nodded, "Yeah, was sort of a birthday present." He smiled, "That's a nice gesture." He moved over to a couch and sat down, stretching out his legs in front of him, she went into the kitchen and came back, she stopped and he could see she felt a bit embarrassed, "I forgot, would you like a cookie?" He nodded, "Sure, why not just give me a taste of the one you took a bite of?" She came over to him and without hesitation straddled his lap, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips parted and her tongue slipped into his mouth, then she broke the kiss and leaned back, a blush on her face, darkening the light brown skin slightly. "Gosh…that was all that was left of it." He could detect a faint ginger and grinned, "Well I will not complain about it." "Oh really?" She arched an eyebrow at him and he nodded, "Yes, really, there is nothing to complain about." "Good." She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the kiss, only placing his hands on her back when she wrapped her arms around his neck. The tongue stud she wore glided over his tongue; she worked it around, clearly having a lot of experience with teasing with the stud. He could feel himself getting very excited as his hands explored her lower back and slid over the smooth skin of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breath and gave him a grin, "So much better than my friends." He smiled, "Glad that I meet your approval." She chuckled, "Oh you met that at the club already." She leaned forward again, looking into his eyes, "If you say you don't want this I will stop. I know some of you don't want to be with girls like me." He arched an eyebrow, "Girls with piercings and tattoos?" She grinned, "Coloured girls you nut." He smiled, "If I had a problem I wouldn't have kissed you." "Good, because I'm fucking horny." She silenced any reply with another kiss; he could feel her hands sliding over his body, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy girl once you got her in the mood and boy was she in the mood. Any button that seemed a little resistant she just pulled off, her hands slid over his skin as her tongue fought his for dominance of each other's mouths. He slid his hands over her buttocks, squeezing them firmly, making her push her hips forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the kiss. She opened his shirt, pushing it open to run her hands over his skin again, he was no tanned Greek god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to have a very good effect on her as she kept grinding her crotch against his hardening cock, the heat emanating from her and her rapid breathing testimony to her own arousal. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing hold of her top just above her hips and pulling it off over her head. She had full hips, thin middle with a toned tummy, she obviously spent much time working on herself as well, he stared as her breasts came into view, full, round and swaying gently with her movements. He saw in dumbfounded awe, they were lovely, she sat there looking at him, gently biting her lower lip as if wondering if he liked what he saw. Fact was he did, he reached up, running his fingers over her tummy with it's silver belly ring, up to cup a breast in each hand, he looked up at her and smiled, "Absolutely lovely." She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his fingers over her brown nipples, the studs through them making them stand out proudly. He gently squeezed her breasts, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her breasts, he leaned forward, running his tongue over one nipple; she pushed her fingers into his hair arching her back to proudly present her breasts to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her nipples, using his tongue to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to drive her wild as she groaned and her hands clenched at his hair. After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his head away from her breasts and leaned down to kiss him hungrily, without a word she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a sexy little g-string, the dark blue material barely covered her pussy. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoes and socks, his jeans followed and left him in a visibly tented gray boxer. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his arms, his hard cock pushing up against her as they embraced, their lips finding each other's. He cupped her naked buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his mouth, he felt a hand slip in between their bodies, pushing the top of his boxers down over his shaft. Her soft hand clasped his cock, not able to reach around, she started to glide her hand upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the kiss and looked down. She looked up at him with a grin, "Now that is a very nice cock you have there." He smiled, "Thank you." She gripped his boxer and pulled it down, marvelling at his cock as it stood proud at attention, throbbing in the air in anticipation, she wrapped her around his shaft again and pulled the skin away from his head, leaning in to lick up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole. "Mmm…" She got to her feet, slipping the g-string over her hips and with a little shimmy sent it to the ground, he admired her smooth pussy, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his hand, seemed to head for a door, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen; the kitchen was neat, mostly built-in cupboards and counters, against an open part of the wall stood a table, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to drink coffee. Instead she stopped at the table and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her legs and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his neck, he felt her hand wrap around his cock, slowly running up and down his shaft. He placed his hands on her lower back, holding her as they kissed and her hand slid up and down his shaft. A tight grip on his shaft and her pulling on it, made him move forward, he felt the tip of his cock making contact with her soft, wet lips. She rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing cock, she broke the kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his cock into her pussy. She moaned softly, letting go of his shaft, resting her hand on his shoulder, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body open up for his slow intrusion and drawing a deep moan from her body as he eyes slowly closed. He kept pushing deeper, sinking his cock deep into her body, he came to her cervix, feeling her wince slightly. He slowly withdrew, her muscles pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her cervix, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her tight pussy, feeling her groin meeting his, he withdrew slowly and slid back in, making her moan with each movement. She held tightly on to him, her breasts pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her lower back, keeping her close to the edge of the table as he slowly worked his cock inside of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated deep inside her. He started to pick up the pace, stroking faster, settling into a gentle rocking motion with his hips, feeling her pussy contracting around his cock as she seemed to moan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life support in the ocean. He felt her nails dig into his skin, her breathing becoming erratic and her moaning increase in tempo, without warning a scream erupted from her parted lips, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his skin as her tight pussy convulsed around his shaft, becoming almost vice-like in its grip and he could feel her juices forced past the tight fit of her lips around his shaft. It took her several moments to relax again, yet her body kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for breath. She finally opened her eyes and smiled up at him, "Wow, that was the fastest I ever got there." She giggled, "Come to think about it, you are the biggest thing I ever had inside me." He chuckled, "That could be it." Her eyes widened suddenly, "Oh shit, I've forgotten…uhm…" She blushed, "Do you have any protection with you?" He looked at her in disbelief, "You think about that only now?" He smiled, "Then again, I haven't even started to think about it. Yeah, I have a condom with me." She seemed to blush even more, "I'm sorry, I just got carried away a bit." He tilted her head up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her shudder and a soft whimper escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his clothes and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to carry a condom in the wallet for that "just in case" moments, but it did come in handy now didn't it. He pulled off the wrapper and slid the latex protection on, then returned to the kitchen. "You're probably wondering right?" She looked at him as he came, he nodded, "A little bit yes." She seemed to blush even more, "I have forgotten to get my pills; it only just dawned on me." He chuckled, "You really should get new ones." She smiled, "I'll put it on my shopping list, now get over here, we're not done." He moved over to her, they kissed again, he moved closer, lowering her down onto the table, she rested on her elbows, the back of her head resting against the wall, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the other, she arched her back as his tongue played over the hard nubs. He had to admit, he really loved her breasts, he slowly kissed down her body, tonguing her belly ring and then he went further. Her legs parting for him as he kissed further down her body, his tongue reaching out to taste her wet lips and flick over her clit, a moan escaping her lips as she shuddered in pleasure. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her soft lips, dipping his tongue into her velvet folds and her eyes closed as moans started to escape her body once again. He loved his women being vocal and Tamsy was being very vocal, her moans and groans telling him more about her pleasure than any words would have told him. He ran his tongue over her clit, making her body shiver and then went on working his tongue into her wet pussy, she seemed to enjoy the oral stimulation and he started wondering who the friends was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his name and he looked back up at her to find her looking down at him, "Please? Fuck me." He stood up; gripping his cock at the base he slid it into her pussy, pushing in as soon as her lips slid around his head, a loud gasp followed his action. He leaned against the table, his resting on the top next to her body, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each thrust. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each thrust, she had her head tilted back, pressed against the wall, moaning with her eyes closed as her pussy quickly lubricated the condom, saturating it as soon his groin was just as wet as her own with her juices. He kept on thrusting deep into her, moving faster than the first time, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her loud moans, the slapping of their wet groins together and a curious mixed smell of the rich aroma of coffee and their sex. This time the fast pace of his cock pistoning in and out of her tight confines had his orgasm rapidly on the rise; he just tried to hold back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not hold out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to rest on her arms, "Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK!" She grunted, clenching her teeth and a loud scream burst from her lips as her pussy clamped down on his cock, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his cock sliding even deeper despite the resistance and he released his pent-up orgasm, throwing back his head as it felt like his cock had just exploded in an array of pleasure. When he finally came down from his orgasmic high, he found her still shuddering through her orgasm, eyes still closed as she gasped for breath. He was gasping for breath as well. It took her longer to recover this time and by the time she had opened her eyes, he had caught his breath again. He leaned in to kiss her, she happily accepted his tongue and wrapped her arms around him, it took a long time for the kiss to break and he slowly slid his softening cock from her. She leaned back onto her arms, looking at him, "That was much better than I have thought it would be." He disposed of the condom in her dustbin and grinned at her, "You make it sound like you have planned it for some time." She shrugged, making her breasts sway with the action, "Only since you spoke up to that idiot at the club." He arched his eyebrows, "Oh?" She laughed, "Hey every girl wants a man to stand up for her OK? It just made me hot that's the only difference." He smiled and moved over to her, leaning against the table, "I'm glad that you did, you made this day much better." She smiled, "Yay, glad I could do something good for you in return." He returned her smile, then glanced at her wall clock, "I should get going, have some work that I need to get done tomorrow." "Awww, do you really have to go?" He nodded, "Sorry, but yes, I have to get some sleep." She sighed and slipped from the table, "OK, but can I at least get your number?" He grinned, "You read my mind; I do have to give you that program after all." She hugged him and looked up at him, "Thank you Dave, you really are a good guy." He hugged her back, "I do my best." She briefly laid her head on his chest, "Well it's perfect." She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her number onto his phone, he bade her goodnight and left, getting into his car he let out a breath, now that was something else. He grinned, well now his friends could not look at him as the outcast anymore, he now had experienced sex with a girl of a different race. In fact judging from the girls they have slept with, he just had sex with the hottest one, in fact he felt like the king, he laughed at his thoughts, "Yeah Dave, you're being silly." He started the car and drove off.
Introduction: It's a silly little story I wrote recently. Hope you enjoy. It was a warm sunny day outside, simply a perfect time to relax. Or so Priscila Jones had thought. She wasn't young anymore, not 'young-young' certainly, but she wasn't old either - she was in her late 30's. However, the older she became, the more she appreciated the little 'alone' time she had each day, during the late afternoon's. She'd take a nice, relaxing bubble bath, read a book or a magazine, and just soak in the water with a scented candle lighted by the bathtub. Afterwards, she'd have to cook for her husband who'd be coming back from work, for her stepson who'd be back from school, and she had a job of her own that she worked at from early mornings to early afternoon's. But lately.. those baths weren't relaxing anymore. They were anything but, and she knew the reason - there was only one. Frustrated as she was she sat up, stepped out of the bathtub, then walked over to the vanity desk. She placed her hands down on it, and looked at her reflection in the mirror, which was hanging on the wall in front of her. A shudder went through her body as small droplets of water rolled down her wet, lengthy hair, then ran down her bare shoulders and back. She deemed herself fairly pretty, she had a nice looking square shaped face and creamy complexion, but the signs of her age were beginning to show, especially below her eyes and on the forehead. That, and the fact that she hasn't relaxed properly in over a week didn't help for sure. "I can't take this anymore," she thought as she took a deep breath and exhaled, then reached out and picked up the towel that she had prepared prior to her bath. She wrapped it around her body, then took a bottle of lotion off the desk, and with small decisive steps she headed for the door. Since she held the towel up with her left hand, and with her right the bottle of lotion, she used her little finger on the right hand to slide the lock down, and grip the door handle. As soon the door slid open she heard a gasp, and as expected, she found her stepson Ryan standing there, bent over, with his hands on his knees and a look of surprise showing on his face. "Uhh, hi Mom. How ya doin'?" he asked as he straightened up. "I'm doing fine, thank you. Do you mind giving me a hand?" she asked, as she offered the bottle of lotion to him. His eyes went wide in surprise. "You mean it, mom? You really mean it?" "I do." "I'd love to help you!" "Well, come on in then," she urged him as she felt the coldness seeping through the door and into the warm bathroom. "The heat is getting out." "Sure," he said as he took the lotion from her hand, then hurried inside past her. She closed the door behind them, walked over to the desk, and pulled out a vanity stool. Then, she sat down and crossed her legs, right leg over the left. "Well?" she said, looking up at him. He was staring at her, without doubt the same way he was staring at her through the keyhole a few moments earlier. "Where should I start?" "Obviously, at my legs first." Ryan smiled. "Gladly." He walked over to her until he was inches away from her legs, then knelt down in front of her. He squirted a generous amount of lotion into his right palm, placed the bottle down, then moved his hands towards her legs. "You should rub the lotion between your palms first, to warm it," she instructed him. "Uh, thanks! I shouldn't apply cold lotion to your legs.. I can't believe I almost did that." She observed him intently, but she couldn't tell what he was really thinking. His blue eyes seemed to shine, and a slight smile was still spread across his face, but.. he wasn't looking at her legs. He wasn't even trying to look under her towel, he was looking at his hands. She might have not looked as a model, but moments ago he was there, in front of the bathroom door.. and it wasn't his first time either. After spreading the lotion between his hands a couple of times, he gently placed them down onto her right leg, then grazed each side of her leg as he slowly rubbed the lotion in. "Is that good?" he asked, looking at her. "Don't be afraid to be a little firmer. Massage it in at the same time, but don't take ages either." "Sure, mom. I'll do my best." His hands started to move in circular motions at the same time as they slid down, and his thumbs massaged her gently. She wasn't expecting it, but the touch of his boyish hands felt quite different than her own, in a nice way. Almost.. relaxing. As his hands slid down to her feet and up to her toes, she had to stifle a moan. "That feels so nice.." she thought. Ryan has always been somewhat eccentric, living in his fantasies, you might even say his own world. He was 18 years old, and surprisingly enough he was very good at school. Although his therapist did say that just because his fantasies may be pretty severe, it doesn't mean he isn't aware of reality. The therapist thought that for now it was best to indulge his fantasies, to go along with them and act as if they were real, since they wouldn't do any harm and it could be counterproductive to do otherwise. But during the last few weeks, each time she'd be dressing in her bedroom, she noticed him peeking on her through the window, and later on, through the bathroom's key hole. She tried to ignore him at first, thinking it'll pass or he'll get bored, but it hasn't. If anything, it became an every day thing. However, the last two weeks it started to creep her out. Just knowing he was out there, watching her.. ugh. To the point that she couldn't relax in the bathtub or actually remember anything she's read. As she watched him apply the lotion, massaging her feet and progressing up her leg, she wondered if she was just an object of some of his weird fantasies.. or was he finally becoming more normal, if you can call it that, and spying on her because he wanted to see a nude woman, like some boys his age would? She didn't know, but she was determined to find out and make him stop. She had to if she was ever to enjoy another bath again, and she had to start somewhere. "How is school?" she asked. "It's.. ohh, you remember Mary Anne? The girl with the glasses that was here on my birthday?" "I do." "Well, she insulted Mr. Brady in class today. Can you believe it?" "She did?" "Yeah. I'd tell you what she said, but.. the words she used were very naughty," he said. "Okay. What did he do? Did he report her to--" "Noo, nothing like that. He called her over to his desk, bent her over the edge, and spanked her." "He what?" she muttered in shock. She could swear she felt her heart skip a beat. "Uh-huh. He even pulled down her panties, and the whole class laughed. Well, except me and Tommy. Her legs were nice too, but not as nice as yours, Mom." "Ah.. I see," she muttered. "Another fantasy of his. For a second, I thought.. heh. Silly me. No one is that crazy," she thought. "And what did he do next?" she asked, remembering the therapist's words. "I dunno. The bell rang, and we went to get lunch while she stayed behind. It wasn't very pretty to watch anyway, after a couple of minutes her butt was all red, and she was whimpering a lot." "Your other leg," he said as he slid his hands from under her towel. Until that moment, she hasn't even noticed he had gotten dangerously close to you-know-what. A shiver went through her body as she complied, and crossed her left leg over her right. He squirted more lotion into his palm, and rubbed it between his hands, then started at her feet. Usually he was imagining invaders from outer space, his bizarre, imaginary friends, and who knows what else, but now.. hmm. "Or did he always have this kind of fantasies, but hid them?" She wasn't a therapist, so she didn't really know what to do to help him, but.. she was his mother. And mothers should talk with their sons. If anyone could find out why he's spying on her, then.. it should be her. "Do you like Mary Anne?" "Mooom! I don't want to talk about it," he said as a blush spread across his face. She thought of how silly it was to be embarrassed by this, and not at the sight of nudity like most normal boys. Then again, he wasn't normal, and she.. she wasn't ashamed of nudity either. "Aww, c'mon, tell me! I wanna know." He sighed as he looked up at her. "You promise you won't make fun of me if I tell you?" She could already guess from his words, but she went along. "I promise." "I.. do like her. She's cute, and so nice.. but odd. I'm not sure I like that." "Well, Ryan, you either like a person as a whole, or you don't. Some parts you may not find attractive, but they're just a small part of who we are as a whole. Everybody has faults." "Even you?" She nodded, then looked down. His hands were just below the towel, at the beginning of her thigh. She found herself really enjoying his touch by now, and as she looked further down her leg, she could see he had done a very good job so far. "What are your faults?" he asked. She raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "You can't ask a lady that. A lady is always perfect, even when she's not," she said with a smile. "All right, you did a great job with my legs. Now my butt, hmm?" "Ohh, sweet!" he said with a grin. She didn't like his over-eagerness, but it did indicate that it could be her body what he liked about her, and that she wasn't in some weird fantasy of his. At least she hoped that was the case, since if it was, she thought she would be able to explain to him that, basically, most people have breasts, asses.. just like hers and that it's only flesh in the end. But first, she had to make sure that was the case.. going off on a random anatomy lesson surely wouldn't be neither effective, nor good. She got to her feet, then turned to face the desk that was previously on her right. With her free right hand she raised the towel high enough to reveal her butt, and kept her legs close. "Do you think you can do it?" "Of course, mom! I'd do anything for you." Within 30 seconds she felt his hands on the back of her thighs, and they crept up, massaging every inch on the way that he'd previously missed. Bit by bit, his hands slid up until they were right below the swell of her ass, and he massaged the underside of both her ass cheeks with his thumbs towards the outside, effectively spreading her butt in front his eyes. After half a minute he lotioned his hands again, then started applying it to her cheeks. The lotion on his hands wasn't very warm, and it brought a shiver to her body. "Your butt is so soft," he commented. "Thank you," she replied. He massaged her butt for a minute, two.. until she looked at him over her shoulder. "Are you done yet?" she asked. He looked up at her and smiled. "Almost." "All right," she muttered and turned back. His thumbs kept constantly spreading her ass cheeks with every movement, and the longer she stood there, the longer she doubted how good of an idea was all this to begin with. All of a sudden, she felt his thumbs dip down between her cheeks, and he parted them wide apart. "Aww, Mrs. Butt Hole!" he exclaimed, and her heart skipped a beat from the shock. "Hi Mrs. Butt Hole. I'm Ryan, nice to meet you," he said. "Oh, you need lotion?" "Mrs.. Butt Hole? What the hell?" she wondered as she looked at her own reflection. "What does he mean.." A soft groan escaped her lips, and she rolled her eyes as she realized that it must be just another fantasy of his, however silly that sounded. She couldn't even begin to understand how it could possibly make sense to call an asshole a 'Mrs,' but she didn't even try to. Trying to comprehend fantasies of her son would be like trying to make sense of a complete new language, from a whole new, bizarre world. "She's all wrinkly," he said as he rubbed the lotion onto her butthole, with his finger. "But I think she's still pretty." "Ryan.." she sighed and shook her head in disbelief. "I'll help you, Mrs. Butt Hole," he said, then started to push his index, lotion-covered finger into her butt. Her sphincter struggled at first, but within a moment it gave in and she felt the tip slide inside her. "Ryan.. Matthew.. Jones!" she gasped with each push of his finger as it went deeper into her. "Stop that this instant!" "She's sucking my finger in, mommy. She likes me!" he exclaimed in a way only a child could. A happy child with a new toy, or a new friend. "Ryan, I poop from there," she muttered in horror without looking back. She couldn't face him, but she knew if she was going to get him to stop, she should try and explain it to him like you would to a child. He seemed to act like one anyway. "It's not very nice to stick you fingers in other people's buttholes." She rolled her eyes at her own words, but she couldn't think of any better. "But Mrs. Butt Hole is so friendly. I wouldn't have done it if she didn't ask me to, mom, I swear!" he tried to explain himself as he slid his finger all the way in, then started a slow back and forth movement. "Look, mom! She's sucking on my finger like a lollipop." But she couldn't look back. Her asshole lightly gripped his thrusting finger, and all of this felt bizarre and horrifying. She didn't know what to do. Breathing heavily, with her thighs pressed into the desk in front of her, and her hands holding the towel up and around her, she spoke again. "Ryan, that's ahh.. that's.." But she couldn't finish her sentence. Her eyelashes fluttered, and his lovable thrusting felt so nice she couldn't ignore it any longer. She wasn't into anal, in fact, she didn't even try it in fear of pain, but.. having his fingers in her butt felt oddly exciting. She stood there and wordlessly parted her legs, as her pussy started to drip with her juices. His finger slid back and forth faster and faster with every movement, causing her legs to shake, and it's only then that she did something she should have done right away - she let the bottom of her towel drop over his hands, then reached back and wrapped her right hand around his wrist. "Ryan.. that's enough," she said as she pulled his hand back, withdrawing his finger. She didn't want to upset him in any way, but she couldn't let him do that either. That's not why she let him in the bathroom. "But, moooom!" he whined. "I know I've just meet her, but she's my friend! You can't keep us apart." She turned around to look at him. She wasn't sure if he really believed what he was saying, or not - it was hard to tell. He always lived in fantasies of his, for as long she's knew her husband, and her husband has been saying that Ryan was just the same before. He always said to let him, to go along with it.. 'What's the harm?' "Your dad will be back from work soon. We need to finish up," she said. "Aww.. can I give a goodbye kiss to Mrs. Butt Hole first?" "Ryan.." "Please, mom? She's been so nice!" She sighed, and turned back around to face the mirror. "No harm, right," she thought. She squeezed her eyes shut, then muttered, "Okay. But make it quick." She felt his hands spread her ass cheeks, and within a second or two, his soft lips pressed against her anus.. then suddenly, his tongue came out. She gasped as he gave her anus a lick, then tried to push his tongue inside, past her sphincter. "Ryan!" Since her anus was still lightly gaping from the previous fingering, the tip of his tongue wriggled its way into her without too much of a trouble. He pushed it back and forth a few times, and then continued licking it. "That's enough," she breathed heavily as she reached back and placed her hand down between her butt and his face. She gently pushed his face away, until he finally let go of her ass cheeks. "That was.. a big kiss," she said as she let out a breath. "Mhmm, we're very good friends. Bye Mrs. Butt Hole, I'll bring a friend next time to meet you! I promise." As she looked back, she saw him wave. He actually waved. Despite the strange situation, she almost burst out laughing.. but she managed to stifle it into a soft chuckle. She cleared her throat, turned around, and spoke in a serious tone. "Ryan, do you know why I invited you into the bathroom?" "Uhh.. to help you apply the lotion? I know I got distracted from the task you gave me, I'm sorry." He was clueless as always. She needed to be direct. "No. The reason I've called you here, is because you've been spying on me." "Mom, I.." He sighed. "I'm sorry.. I just could help myself. You look so.. hot." She felt surprised. Even though she hoped the reason he was spying on her was because he wanted to see her nude, 'hope' in a sense of 'lesser of two evils', she though she was, most likely, just an object of his weird fantasies, or something, like Mrs... like her butthole was moments earlier. But, apparently, he seemed to like her like a woman and not like a God knows what. "I wonder if.. no, it's not too late," she thought. She could feel it in her heart. If just.. she could find out what he liked the most about her - at the beginning it's usually just one certain thing that attracts one person to another, and if she could find out what it was for him, she felt she could shatter his illusion that it was something 'special'. Although, he did seem to like her butt the most, but.. he hasn't seen her breasts yet. "That's, erm, not a good excuse," she said after a prolonged silence. "It's the truth." She didn't want to expose herself to him anymore, not without knowing what made him start spying on her in the first place. She could see lust in his eyes, and she didn't like it. "What do you like the most about me?" she asked. "Mom.." he muttered as a blush spread across his face. "Of course, now he gets embarrassed," she thought. "Tell me," she demanded. "Your breasts.. they are beautiful." She rolled her eyes and muttered, "Men." She should have seen that coming. She couldn't understand their fascination with breasts - like most of them haven't already sucked on pair of those when they were babies. "It's just flesh," she sighed. "Knowing you're there, watching me, day by day.. it creeps me out!" He looked down. "Maybe.. maybe I could come inside the--" She placed a finger over his lips. "Don't even say. I can't have you here with me, it'd.. it'd.. what are you doing?" He took her hand in his, and guided the outside of her hand gently across his left cheek. "It's so soft.." he muttered, then turned his face and gave her hand a kiss. "Ryan!" She exclaimed as she pulled her hand back from his grasp. "I didn't let you in here to.." Right then, she felt something poke her thigh. As she looked down, she saw a small bulge in the fabric of his pants. ".. to turn you on, I let you in so we could resolve this!" she finished as she moved back. "Umm.. can I see your breasts?" he asked. "Will it help you to stop spying on me if you see them?" "Maybe." She sighed. "Okay. It better help, or else.." "You'll spank me?" He looked up at her with a gleam in his eyes. "Ryan, for God's sake!" For a moment there, she was actually starting to forget what a bizarre imagination he had. After taking a deep breath, she dropped the towel down onto the floor, hoping it'll be enough to get him sated once and for all. Her full, rounded breasts sat proudly on her chest, with faint blue veins visible beneath the surface, and just a hint of sag. "There. Is that what you wanted to see?" "Oh my God, they look awesome! Can I touch them? Can I, please, please?" he blurted out. "So forward.." she thought, as she wondered why he wasn't so upfront about seeing her breasts before? Then maybe all of this could have been avoided, and she'd be relaxing in a bath instead of talking to him. "You can." He gasped. "Thank you! I've--" "But wash your hands first. Your finger has just been in m.. has just been too friendly with Mrs. Butt Hole," she corrected herself. "Oh, right. I don't think you wash her very often," he said as he walked over to the sink and started washing his hands. "My.. oh. Mrs. Butt Hole?" "Yeah." "I do wash her. That's why she's so wrinkly." "Then you shouldn't wash her so much! You shouldn't be mean to Mrs--" "Alright, alright," she muttered in annoyance. "Hurry up and lets finish this." "Ohh, right, Dad! Thanks mom, you're always so nice," he said as he smiled. She rolled her eyes for the hundredth time. As soon he had washed his hands and dried them off, he went up to her and took her breasts in his hands, then gave them a squeeze. "Oh, mom.. they are heavenly!" "It's just flesh, for goodness' sake. There's nothing heavenly about it." "No, mom, look," he said as he fondled them. "They are so soft, like a pair of soft pillows, which you don't ever wanna let go. And your nipples, ohh.." He ran his thumbs around her areolas and over her big, rounded nipples, getting them hard. ".. they are suckable. I'm sure they'll be all hard and ready to squirt milk one day, when you decide to have kids." "Kids?" she muttered and her body tensed. She hasn't thought about having kids of her own, not for longer than a minute for sure. "Plus, they look wonderful in that red dress of yours. The way they bounce, bounce, bounce, with every step you take.. oh God, I'm getting flushed just thinking about it. I'm so lucky just to be standing next to you, not to mention.." he said, then shook his head clear. "Thank you, mom. This has been the best day of my life!" She was stunned. As his hands slid down to her hips, he pushed himself up on his tip-toes, leaned in close, and kissed her, startling her even further. She just stood there, motionless, as his tongue pushed past her lips and into her mouth. She didn't know what to do, or what to say anymore.. how do you reason with an unreasonable person? She had no answer to that question. Meanwhile, the kiss went on, and his boyish hands gripped her butt, while his tongue sloppily sloshed around the inside of her mouth, and across her lips. The kiss brought back nostalgic memories of her first french-kiss - it was the same; sweet, nice, yet messy. She moaned softly despite herself, and felt her juices leaking down her thigh. No, this.. it was time to stop. "I have to.." she thought. She reached up with her hands to take his shoulders, his head even if needed, to push him back.. but it was too late. His lips parted from hers and he moved back. She opened her eyes to see a blush spread across his face, while a lose strand of saliva still connected them, lip to lip. Without giving it a thought, she did something she did often; licked her lips, consequently breaking their saliva-connection. "Thank you, mom!" He said, and a sweet, innocent grin spread across his face. "Same time tomorrow?" "Uhh, yes?" she muttered, then placed a hand over her mouth. "Why did I say that?" "It's a deal! Alright, I'm gonna do my homework now. Let me know when the dinner is ready!" he said, then hurried out of the bathroom, pulling the door close with him. "No, wait.." But she didn't get to finish her sentence, since he closed the door behind him. He wouldn't have heard ever if she did. "What did just happen?" she wondered as she stood there motionless, only blinking in confusion on occasion. Her heart raced and she instinctively reached down with her hand, then ran a finger over her labia - it was dripping wet! "Wait.. what did I just agree to?" A taste of his sweet saliva still resided in her mouth as she sat down on the chair, still in disbelief, unsure what to do or think. The End
Introduction: Her eyes are locked onto the professor and she sees the animalistic desire flicker behind his brown eyes as her nipples immediately harden from the cool air in the room. Shaking and swaying to the beat she hooks her thumbs in her panties These are my writings....please respect that and give credit where credit is due. Johncrinshaw1 Sara is such a wonderful grade A student. Known as a joy in high school, she was the envy of many students as well as teachers. Many tried to persuade her to give herself to them but having never needed a favor to pass a class, it never happened. She was usually the one found tutoring her classmates or serving as assistant teacher. With beautiful hair and stormy eyes, her amazing curves in all the right places always teased and tantalized. As an exceptional student, she has always received a 4.0 through her academic career. Her first year of college was a breeze and studying became more and more mundane for her. During the second semester of her sophomore year, Sara went to register for a poetry class she has always wanted to take. Two teachers are available during that semester and she picked the one that she has heard is a challenging thinker but easy "A" when it comes to course load. He is still a good teacher, but his social life is a priority and he has never wanted to spend a lot of time grading tests or papers. Unfortunately for Sara, that class is full beyond capacity so she is forced to take a class from Professor Terrell. He has a known reputation for being a by the book professor who loves the subject and requires a lot from his students, no grading on the curve. Superficial thinking and short essay answers is a known killer to students who hope for a good grade. The first day of class is the usual syllabus and policy discourse. Completely comfortable in her element, Sara turns her attention to the professor's appearance. At 5'10 and 170 lbs. he makes quite the attractive dark haired man that many women fantasize about bedding with. While not completely athletic in build, he stands as more of a construction worker type. Sara is fascinated by the class material but finds it is moving too slowly and soon becomes bored. As the days go by, Sara finds herself quietly teasing him with low cut shirts or tight fitting jeans. It gives her heart a shudder and her pussy a throb every time she catches him walking past her desk and seeing him linger his gaze over her curves. Unfortunately, this is a rare occurrence. She begins to find excuses to bend over when he is near, a drop of her pencil, or a low bend over his desk when asking a question. Unknown to her, Professor Terrell noticed this pretty student from the first day. He never let on, but would often enjoy the quick peak down her low cut shirt which revealed ample cleavage disappearing into a C-cup lacy bra. On one rare occasion, there was a hint of color as part of an areola peaked out from the edge of lace. He never missed a chance to catch an unnoticed glimpse of her lovely ass from the back of the class as Sara bent over to pick up a dropped book. After class, he would disappear into his office, his thought usually on one student in particular...this tantalizing morsel that is starting to really bother him. Knowing nothing would ever happen, Sara enjoyed the game she was playing a little too much. Regrettably, on a warm spring day, Sara received a notice that she had missed two classes too many and with finals fast approaching her status in the class was in jeopardy. With no way to make up for the two unexcused absences she would be facing an incomplete on her transcript that would void her scholarship. The only option would be to try to reason with Professor Terrell, which was known by all on campus to be a futile effort. Two days after receiving the notice, she quietly knocked on his office door. He politely listened to her pleas but was unwilling to lift his policy, which was explained on the syllabus from day one. Defeated, she left his office feeling betrayed, frustrated, and alone. A day later, she received an email from Professor Terrell, telling her to stop by during normal office hours. Deciding to wear her favorite clothes, which always make her feel a bit more sexy than usual, (a burgundy color low cut shirt that shows off her ample titties…and a pair of flair jeans which cup her nicely round ass cheeks and accentuates her luscious legs, she knocks on the office door. A surprising discussion extends and Sara is both worried and excited about what is to come. An agreement has been reached for extra credit that would allow a passing grade for the poetry class and a validation for her scholarship. Three days later, Sara finds the house she was given the address too. Having been instructed to show up promptly at 8:30 pm wearing that same favorite outfit she knocks on the door. Enveloped in a smokers robe, Professor Terrell opens the door, holding a drink in his hand. Sara steps across the threshold knowing that there is no turning back now and finding a tingling deep inside at the thought. Offered a drink, she accepts and is instructed to sit on the chair in the center of the room. Her senses at their highest, she smells the scents of Nautica cologne mixed with deep woods pine and sees an accent light shining directly on her. Her ears pick up on the soft mood music playing in the other room. Turning her attention to the Professor, she notices a deep desiring look in his eye that both shocks and entices her. Polite conversation is attempted for a few minutes, but it is strained with his sexual desire and her wonderment. Not being able to take anymore of the view, the Professor makes his disappointment of her unexcused absences known, and explains to Sara what is expected. The music is turned up louder and Sara rises from her chair while the Professor sits down in it making a go on gesture. She begins to dance, slowly and sensually. Knowing that each moment will bring her closer to complete nakedness and an eventual pounding worth remembering, Sara begins to seductively pull her shirt up…inch by inch showing her white bra. Finally flinging the shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor, she undoes her fly and tantalizingly slow begins to pull her jeans off. Dancing in front of Professor Terrell in nothing but her bra and panties, Sara is becoming a part of the music and with every beat she feels the pulsating wetness within of what may come next. Professor Terrell has let his robe fall open and nothing is underneath but a stiff erection that he slowly starts to rub. After several minutes of swaying to the music, the professor signals for more. With a deep breath, Sara turns her back to the chair and reaches around to unclasp the bra. Keeping it held in place with her hands she turns back around and lets it slowly fall from her milky white breasts. Her eyes are locked onto the professor and she sees the animalistic desire flicker behind his brown eyes as her nipples immediately harden from the cool air in the room. Shaking and swaying to the beat she hooks her thumbs in her panties and brings them to her ankles, gracefully stepping out of them. Turning her back to him, she bends over so that she can pull off her socks. She hears the professor command her to reach around and spread her ass cheeks with both hands and she complies with his request. Feeling the cool air in the room surround her now parted pouting pussy lips and tight asshole she feels very exposed and vulnerable. After several seconds of being watched in that compromising position and baring all, she is told to stand and continue dancing. Completely naked she again realizes that this is making her moist with anticipation and is really quite enjoyable because the part of her that has never done anything like this is finding it very naughty in a good way. Finally she is signaled to approach the chair. Not knowing what to expect, she dances up to the chair where the professor touches her hips and pulls her onto his lap. Seeing what is expected, she grinds and rides his lap to the music. Her first lap dance and she wants to make it the best ever. Being the gentleman that he is, Professor Terrell keeps his hands to his sides and lets her fluid motions flow over him. Her wet pussy glides around his lap until he finally signals her to stop and stand. Leading her to the table, he instructs her to bend over it. Taking some rope from the counter, he proceeds to tie her hands to the table legs across the tabletop. He then ties each ankle to the other two legs leaving her bent over the table at the waist with her breast pressed firmly onto the table top. In no time at all her world turns black and her senses heighten even more. While trying to pear through the blindfold that has been placed over her eyes she hears the professor loud and clear. Not expecting his next statement, she tenses upon hearing it. The professor lectures, "due to your absences for class you are now in my home taking up my precious time, you have been teasing me all semester and now your actions have come full circle. You need to be punished" and with that, he slaps her left ass cheek, leaving a red handprint. She jumps at the impact and squeals which only makes him smile. Not wanting to really hurt her, he rubs the red print for a few moments and then slaps the other cheek. A yelp emits from Sara's lips as she hears the second slap and then moments later feels the second sting. She hears him tell her that this was the first of five for each cheek. With four more to go, Sara is unsure of what is happening feeling as if she is in a dream. Smack on the left again followed quickly by a smack on the right brings her back to the reality. Then the soothing rubbing of his hands over her stinging ass soothes her again. She can feel his hard cock poking at her as he presses close. Without warning, smack again on the left, then another to the right. Three down and two more to go she thinks wondering why he is holding back. She is at his mercy and yet he is not really hurting her, just a slight sting, almost a good hurt. Smack and smack again, followed by more rubbing of the cheeks and poking of his even more hardened cock. Gasping for breath she a second to compose her self. She feels him rub his hands across her back, down her arms to her fingertips and back. Over and over he feels her soft skin, relishing every inch of it. A slip of his hand and she jumps at the startling sensation of a finger rubbing her moist pussy lips. Her need to be penetrated grows even more as she tries to buck her hips on to his hand but his quick withdrawal leaves her wanting. With one to go the Professor steps back and again slaps her left cheek with the final spank…then waiting a few tense moments he follows with the right making sure this one counted for it was far harder than the others. He must really be getting worked up she thinks. More rubbing and more teasing of her pussy and he cannot contain himself any longer. He steps up to her entrance and presses his head right to her hole, but hesitates a few moments letting Sara wonder when he will begin or what may happen next. In one quick fluid motion he sends his stiff cock deep into her pussy. As a gasp emits from Sara and without a moments hesitation he again withdraws all the way and sinks it in deep again. Knowing she should be punished, Sara takes the rougher treatment without hesitation. Feeling him withdraw and plunge back into the recently emptied void is not the most comfortable, but still necessary in order to pass the class. So she takes it….over and over she feels him leave and enter until he finally only pulls out to the head. With each passing thrust it becomes apparent that he is going all the way this time. Faster and faster he plunges deep and hard until she can hardly breathe and her feet, tied to the table legs, are nearly lifted off the floor. Then without warning it all stops. He withdraws and begins to rub her back and arms again, a seemingly soothing massage as a thank you for the past treatment. Slowly untying the bound limbs he helps her to the chair where he sits down and he pulls her onto him. Her gaping pussy easily finds his cock and she sinks onto his lap impaled to the max. His hands encircle her hips and she is pulled to a rhythm up..down..up..down. His hands leave her hips and begin to massage her titties taking a moment to pinch each nipple in a way that exhorts both pleasure and pain…punishment and justice. Up…down…up…down she goes until finally after an exhausting workout he releases his seed deep into her love channel. Holding her tight and bucking he rides the wave of an intense orgasm. Embracing for what seems like hours he holds her until his cock withdraws on its own accord. Sara, exhausted, thinks that the night is over but to her surprise he leads her to the shower where the lights are kept off, and the blindfold is finally removed. In total blackness they step into the cascading water and he proceeds to wash every centimeter of her flesh not once but twice. His touch is a loving caress; a sincere appreciation is conveyed through his fingertips. It is a wonderful feeling especially on her tender nipples and ass. Again, Sara thinks that his gentle touch is soothing and his caress is beyond comforting. Just before he finishes his final pass over her body he returns to her tender cheeks and gently rubs them. He presses his hand between her shoulder blades and bends her over at the waist. Wanting to feel a virgin hole, he very slowly rubs around her puckered untapped bottom. She is unsure about this invasion but wanting to please the professor and wondering what it would feel like, she allows him to do his will. He pushes a little finger into her puckered untapped bottom…. carefully until the one finger is in up to the knuckle. He is very slow and cautious as he explores her tender spot and after a short time pulls out and expresses his gratitude for a wonderful evening. Her grade in class is secured and she willingly follows him to the master bedroom where they fall asleep in each others arms exhausted. The satisfying eventful night is over, but morning is but a few hours away.
Introduction: Characters are based on real people, but sex between them never happened. This is my first story so it WILL NOT BE VERY GOOD. Sorry. Give me any constructive critiscism you can think of. Me and Kayla Kayla and I always had a rocky relationship, since she became my brother's best friend when we were both ten. We were friends, I suppose, but we constantly argued and insulted each other. But one thing was certain; we both had enormous crushes on each other. We just didn't know it at the time. So when we hooked up on vacation, it was surprising to both of us; I have a feeling it wouldn't have been to my brother. Anyway, I'd best start the story when our two families went on vacation together. I was surprised when it happened; I'd always thought there was a spark between Kayla and my brother, Desi, and I thought the adults would be worried they would have sex. But I guess they thought we were still little kids, and never felt any arousal at all. They were definitely wrong. We took off for Kaisy hills (the beach town we went to every year) on a Saturday. I remember thinking how hot Kayla would look in the bikini that was sticking out of her pack. Maybe I should tell you what she looks like. She's about five feet six inches tall; her hair is a dark red-brown, and her eyes are a deep sea green. She's not chubby, really, but she's not too skinny. Not fat enough to be less attractive, and very hot. I got a boner every time I looked at her, and then I would have to sit down and watch tv, because it felt like my seven inches (small, I suppose) would burst through my jeans. I remember that we took both vehicles, our van and their car. Her brother and my brother were also friends, so they traveled in our car. I traveled in her car with her mother and father. The vehicle was so full of stuff, botht he trunk and the backseat, that I didn't know where to sit. She looked up at me from the car and smiled. Slipping out, she said to sit down. I did, wondering where she was going, and she sat down on my lap. I remember panicking. It was obvious to her that I was very erect, and I could feel her ass pressing down on my dick. She didn't even blush, and oddly enough, her parents didn't react. We strapped in, and took off for Kaisy Hills. When we got there, after three and a half hours of difficult sitting because of her ass in my lap, We got out of the car. I remember being just a little dissapointed. It had felt kind of nice. But I got out anyway and unpacked everything, and since I was the oldest boy, I ended up hauling all of it into the condo, up three flights of stairs. I was so relieved when I got to the top and got into the condo, I didn't even notice the bedrooms, or the marble kitchen even thought I was hungry like hell. I just dropped the bags and slooped down in a chair. When Kayla got up there after me, she did the same thing on the couch. We looked at each other, all tired, hot, and sweaty, and burst out laughing. "You look so stupid!" She laughed out. "You should see yourself, I countered. Then we settled down and I got up. "You want a banana? I asked her. She looked at me in a weird way. "Why would you even ask that!?" I looked at her blankly. SHe seemed to be getting crazy over nothing. She saw my look, and her cheeks went red. "Oh...ummmm...sure, thanks." I got the bananas and we sat there eating in silence while I wondered over her crazy attitude... "Well guys, time for the beach!" My parents were so dorky sometimes. They were standing in the middle of the living room, completely covered in sunblock. I moaned in misery. "Moooom! You're supposed to rub the suncreen in!" She looked down and bent her head to the side. "You know, she said, I was wondering why it took half a bottle to do one person." She sighed her shoulders. "Oh well, too late now." Then she laughed and walked off with my dad. I sighed miserably and got up. Digging through my suitcase, I found my bathing suit and proceeded to strip down (there was nobody in the house) to nothing and started to slip on my suit. I heard a gasp. Kayla was standing in the door way, holding her bikini in her hand, and staring at me. I quickly pulled my bathing suit up, though it was difficult with my now-risen boner, which she had definitely noticed. I saw her staring at the spot where my dick had been, and then she burst out laughing and backed out of the room. I stood there in shock, until I realized that I was missing out on beach time. I shrugged, figuring she wouldn't tell anybody or I would mention that she had stared, and walked out of the house. I got to the ocean and looked into the water. It was clear and blue on the horizon. It was amazing. I stepped into the water and proceeded to surf the waves on my boogie board, which I was a pro at. I was also a decent surfer, but I was too tired to surf today, so I settled for the boogie board. It was more relaxing. Thus, I sighed when I saw Kayla and my brother running down to the beach. They would ruing my relaxation. They splashed into the water and ran next to me. I would be lying if I said I didn't watch kayla's decent sized breasts bounce while she ran. Up and down, up and down, up and... When they got to me, Desi splashed me with water. Then he bounced on me and we wrestled in the water. Even though I was the oldest, Desi was taller than me (at six foot two, while I was only six foot). Desi had me under the water and wouldn't let me go. I couldn't breathe. Everything was going fuzzy and black, even though the water was clear. Kayla noticed. She jumped on Desi and wrestled him down. Then she helped me out of the water, and back to shore, where I laid down gasping. Kayla held up my head while I coughed out water. I was going to kill Desi. I sat up and saw him headed back up to the condo holding his arm. "I think I might have hurt his shoulder" Kayla said. I looked up and grinned. "Wanna go for a swim? She smiled and nodded. I got up, coughing while I did it, and we went into the water, where we proceeded to run against the waves, trying to avoid being hit by them. I got hit by one that was bigger than I expected and got knocked into Kayla. She fell backward, and her top came undone and sailed through the air. I stared at her now exposed breasts. They were beautiful, and my first thought was to reach out and touch them. They were the same color as her skin, with no tan lines, and perfect little nipples in the middle of them. They were perky as only breasts of girls that her age can be. She looked down at her chest and quickly panicked. She covered them with her arms and walked over to get her top. I was disappointed. But it was good, I thought. The urge to touch them had been almost overwhelming. She put her top back on and looked at me and looked down at the little tent in the front of my shorts. Then she told me she was ready to go back up. I agreed, and we walked back together. The next day, I woke up and there was nobody in my family's condo. I looked around and found a note on the fridge. 'Gone to store for sunscreen. Kayla and Jason's parents with us, Desi and Jason going to skateboard shop. Will be back around 3:00.' I looked at the clock. It was 11:00. They would be gone for a long time. I thought about what I should do. Then I realized this could be my only chance to wank for the next two weeks. Happily, I went to the restroom and got some lotion, and I went to the bedroom, stripped, and began to masturbate. I was getting closer to cumming when I heard something by the door. I looked over and quickly moved my hand away from my dick. Kayla was standing there watching me, rubbing her shorts. I covered up my dick, which still hadn't gone down. Kayla moved forward. "Don't cover it. I've never seen a penis before, so I figured..." she shrugged her shoulders. I moved my hand away from my dick, and she moved over to examine it. Taking her fingers, she brushed it. I leaned my head back and moaned. She looked up and grinned. "You like it when I do that?" I nodded. She grasped my dick completely and moved her hand up and down. It was still lubed from the lotion, and I just laid there and enjoyed it. In about a minute (humiliatingly), Cum spurted over her shirt from the tip of my dick. I looked at her, and decided in for a penny, in for a pound. "You know, I said, I've never seen a pus...vagina before.You could show me yours." She looked at me for a second before nodding, seemingly to herself, and stood up, while I wiped the cum off of my dick. She pulled down her shorts and panties at the same time. I looked closely at her pussy. I could tell she was turned on; It was swollen and red, and it was covered in lubrication. Her cheeks turned red. I reached out a hand and brushed her pussy, just like she'd done to me. She didn't overdo a moan or anything, she just watched me explore her privates. I parted her lips and rubbed a finger inside of her. That made her stiffen a bit. I took one of my hands reluctantly away, my horny young mind forming a plan. "You know, I said, and she looked suspicious, You have two private areas, whereas I only have one. I think it fair that I should see your breasts as well." I don't know if it helped, but I was still rubbing her pussy. She shrugged and took off her shirt. Then she turned around and asked me if I would take off her bra. I was only too happy. In a few moments, I had it off. I then proceeded to give her a backrub, because I'd read that backrubs turned women on even more. She went slightly limp. I rubbed her shoulders and back, and around her sides, touching her breasts whenever I got the chance. "Perhaps you should lay down on the bed?" I suggested. "It would make it easier for me to rub your back. She nodded and laid down on the bed. You know, when I think about it, I think she knew where I was going. She isn't a stupid woman. Anyway, I got on top of her, my dick on top of her ass crack, and rubbed her back. She moaned, apparently, I was a good masseuse. I slowly humped her ass, trying to make sure she didn't notice, thoguh I'm sure she did, and felt my dick slip in between her butt cheeks. I continued to hump her and to give her a back rub, and it felt so good to feel her cheeks rubbing the sides of my dick. Apparently, it felt good for her too, because she moaned a little. " How about I rub your front now?" She said sure, and I got up, my dick coming out from her ass. She turned over, and I again sat on her, this time my dick was on top of her pussy. I had the almost primal urge to slip it in; but I somehow managed to resist. In time, I kept telling myself, in time. I rubbed her chest and fondled her breasts, wringing the nipples. Then I did something I didn;t think about. I leaned my face down and took one of the nipples in my mouth, and I sucked. Her back arched a bite, and she moaned quietly. I licked all around the nipple and sucked the breast, while my left hand worked on her other. She moaned again, and I felt the time was ready. "Kayla, I asked, and I paused for a second, Can I fuck you?" She stopped moaning instantly and looked up at me. I had thought it was the right time, but maybe I was wrong. My dick was throbbing in need; I physically NEEDED to be inside of her. Her eyes looked straight into mine, and she slowly nodded. I was surprised, and very excited. "Alright, I said, are you one the pill?" She nodded again (She never was much of a talker). I got off of her, and climbed over her. I was surprised how difficult it was to line up my dick with her opening.She helped by reaching down her hand and placing my it at her entrance. I moved my dick between her fingers, and she moved her hand. I looked at her. "This is going to hurt you at first. Maybe a lot." "I know, she said, but I need you inside me. NOW." She said the last word with heavy force, and I didn't need any other force. I pushed the head of my dick into her pussy. It was tight, and there were juices all around making it easier, but ti was still tight, and it felt so good. I pushed a little farther in, until I came to the barrier I had been expecting. I was about to deflower her...maybe this wasn't a good idea. But I couldn't go back now. It felt too good. I backed out and pushed back in a few times, widening the path. Finally, I pushed forward strongly and broke the barrier in one thrust. Kayla shrieked and dug her nails into my hand like claws. I wasn't in far yet, but I couldn't keep going. She was breathing heavily in pain,a nd her nails still dug into the skin on my hand. Slowly, though, she un-tensed and her hand loosened. I started thrusting into her again, and her heavy breathing turned into soft moans. Then we started picking up speed, her hips bucking around my dick as I plowed into her hot, wet pussy. Her soft moans became loud ones, and her breasts bounced with every deep push. It was so good, and I could see from her face that she was in ecstasy too. My balls slapped against her ass hole, and our moans mingled, eachoing through the room. I needed this; I could feel my balls throbbing with the cum which prepared to come up. I tried pulling my dick out, and pounded it back into her. Kayla shrieked, in joy this time, when I did this, so i tried it again. It worked again. Every time I did that, I guess it pounded her G spot, because she got even louder everytime. Then my dick slipped out without me meaning it to. "Pu it back in!" She demanded; "Put it back!" I quickly slipped it back into her pussy, and we started again. I felt like we were in some kind of tribal dance,w ith every thrust an offering to some great spirit of sexual bliss. As I felt myself about to come, I grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them. Kayla screamed my name, and tensed up, her pussy growing extremely hot and even wetter, and juice spurting out of her slit. She screamed again, softer this time, and started moaning "Yeah, yeah, fuck, yeah, yeah, with each word softer than the last. Her ecstasy drove me over the edge. I moaned her name loudly and shot my seed deep within her, rope after rope of cum exploded inside of her. I gave one last thrust, and collapsed next to her, my dick still in her pussy. We laid together, fully naked, having made love, and with me still deep in her. "I love you, Kayla." She looked into my eyes. "I love you too." And then we fell into sleep. Alright, guys. Tell em what you think about it. It was my first, so I don't expect good reviews, but still. I did know and like a girl like this, but despite my hopes, nothing ever happened.
Introduction: ASIAN SEX SEX IN SEOUL - Part One (by Anonymous) All the recent publicity about Korea has taken me back to my interesting experiences in the South part of that troubled country. It may not be well known, but there remains in South Korea, some 50 years after the war, more than 30,000 military personnel, all of them needing some R & R whenever they can get well deserved leave from their duties. It was years after the fighting finished that I lucked into a cushy job managing a newly opened Officer's Leave Centre in Seoul. Less than a week on the job, my Korean secretary announced a 'business woman' wanting to see me. I had been plagued with civilian Koreans wanting jobs and to sell us supplies of every kind and was inclined to decline yet another one, but there was something in my secretaries manner that made me reluctantly agree and when she ushered 'Miss Lem' into my office, I was glad I had! Miss Lem was a beautiful lady of about 30 years, who spoke perfect English, explaining that her father had been an American and that she had been educated in the States. She was perfectly poised and modestly dressed in a stylish business suit which did not conceal an exciting figure nor prevent me getting a good view of her shapely legs well above her knees when she sat down. She smiled knowingly as she saw me appraising her 'leg show' and re-crossed them in a manner which allowed me an even better view. "I'll get right to the point, Major - I'm a business woman, and my business is sexual services", smiled Miss Lem. "I run a very exclusive and discrete establishment and I am looking for upper class clients, willing and able to pay for the superior services I can provide". "We all know that Seoul is full of bar girls and street prostitutes, many of them dishonest and diseased, but I offer fresh young girls who are certified healthy - would you be interested in seeing them?" Wow! Would I? "Well. perhaps, Miss Lem, but how would this benefit me?", I replied, trying to keep the lust out of my voice. "Your officers who will be coming here on leave are going to want clean, safe sex and for every one you send me, you can get the use of any of my girls for your own pleasure. How does that sound?" Well, it sounded very interesting and the next afternoon I was ringing the bell at the address she had given me. It was a rather nondescript three story structure among others of similar appearance, looking vaguely like an office building or small factory. An eye appeared at the peep hole in the door and a feminine voice came through an electronic speaker asking what I wanted. I replied that Miss Lem had invited me, and flashed the business card that lady had left with me. The door opened immediately and a courteous young lady in her late teens bowed me inside and led me to where Miss Lem was waiting, in her 'reception' room. She rose from her chair to welcome me, but now she was transformed from the discrete business woman of yesterday, into a sensual creature dripping with sex. She was provocatively dressed in high heels, fish net stockings which went to her upper thighs, just below a minuscule skirt which barely concealed scanty thong panties that narrowly covered her cunt. Her short sleeved upper garment was cut so low that the nipples of her tits were plainly visible just above it's frilly top. Her ensemble was completed with a slender little riding crop which she nonchalantly held in her left hand as she extended her right one in a smiling, warm welcome. "So glad you could come, Major, and right on time, too. I do truly appreciate the punctuality and discipline of the military. I run my place along the same strict lines, and now we can get right on with your tour, starting with the school room." She led me down a short corridor and we stopped at a door signed English Classes, which was equipped with a one way mirror, giving a full view of the eight young 'school girls' seated there, facing a black board and their older female 'teacher' at the front. Each of the 'students' were dressed exactly the same, low black shoes, white knee socks, short black skirts, white short sleeved blouses with large shawl collars under which they had a sort of neckerchief loosely knotted at the front. In other words - they exactly portrayed the typical Oriental school girl in every respect. "Well, what do you think, Major - isn't that a nice collection of pretty little girls - all learning to speak and understand English? How would you like to play with one of those for a while? Point one out and I will have her brought to the Ready Room for us." I could scarcely believe what was happening, but quickly scanned the room again and indicated a shy looking little thing sitting in the back row. "Good choice!", said Miss Lem, "She is a new one and may still be a virgin - I have been wanting to try her out and this is a good time for it." Miss Lem then knocked lightly on the door and when the 'teacher' came, had a brief whispered conversation with her. We then went along to the Ready Room which contained some unusual furniture and had one wall and most of the ceiling completely mirrored. We had barely entered it when the girl of my choice was ushered in by the smiling teacher, who announced, "Here is Jasmine for you Miss Lem!" Glancing at me knowingly, she pushed the nervous girl inside, bowed and left. "Ah, Jasmine, this gentleman thinks he might like to fuck you, what do you think about that!? - said Miss Lem in an authoritarian manner. The girl at first looked startled and then a deep blush spread over her pretty face, as she stuttered, "Uh, oh, I don't know what to say, M'am". Miss Lem - "Well, come over here and stand in front of the gentleman and show him your cunt - that will be a good start!" The obedient girl stepped in front of where I was seated, and glancing at Miss Lem, hesitantly took hold off the hem of her skirt with both hands and slowly raised it waist high, revealing shapely thighs and her plain little panties, which covered the part of my immediate interest. Miss Lem looked on with rather stern approval, but as she tapped the girl's legs a bit further apart with her small whip, said - "Here, I will help" - kneeling beside the girl and slowly rolled down her panties, to just above her knees, revealing a hairless little mound, with that coveted slit down the middle of it. "Now, isn't that a lovely little cunt, Major"?, exclaimed Miss Lem, as she gently spread it's lips, to reveal the beautiful pink flesh within. "And I can tell you it tastes and smells just as sweet as it looks, too. I sucked her off as soon as she arrived here, just to make sure she was sufficiently responsive. We don't want any cold fish in my place. I brought her off two or three times in about fifteen minutes" - smiled Miss Lem as she gently massaged the child's little cunt, and expertly fingered the lips apart to reveal a tiny clitoris which looked as though it were starting to stiffen up. "But now, Sir, lets show Jasmine your cock. I'll take her skirt right off and she can finger fuck herself a bit while I get your cock out" - said Miss L., suiting action to words as she quickly removed the girl's little garment then stood up and moving to where I was still seated, unzipped my slacks and had my stiffening cock fully exposed in just seconds. "Oh, Jasmine, just look at this!", she exclaimed, as she held my cock with her finger and thumb circled around the base of it, making my eight inches look quite massive. "Reach over here and put your hand on it", ordered Miss Lem. When the girl hesitated the Madam again picked up her slender whip and gave her a sharp little slash across the ass, which brought instant obedience. Now Jasmines's blushes faded and her face turned pale as she tentatively took hold of my still stiffening cock. No doubt the realization that this thing was to go into her little cunt left her frightened. Actually, it was about as big around as her little wrist and her fingers could barely encircle it. But the mere touch of her soft little hand sent a lusty thrill through my body and stiffened my growing cock even more. "Jasmine, dear, maybe you should suck the gentleman's cock for awhile before we try to get it into your cunt - have you learned how to do that yet?" When the apprehensive looking girl shyly shook her head, Miss Lem said, "Alright, first of all, kneel down on this cushion between his legs, open your mouth and put your tongue away out and I will help you get started!" Once in the proper position, with her expectant mouth wide and tongue distended, Miss Lem took my now dripping cock in her hand and started rubbing the head of it all over the little girl's lips, tongue and face. "That nice slippery juice coming out of his cock is called pre-cum, Jasmine and is the finest natural lubricant in the world. It is meant to make a man's cock easier to get into a tight cunt, but it tastes nice too; just lick the end of his cock as I squeeze some more out for you. There, lick those drops up and swallow it right down. That's the way! Now Miss Lem tapped my hard cock on the girl's extended tongue and told her how to lick all around the head of it, explaining that the underside of the cock head was the very most sensitive part. Then she pushed my cock right inside the girl's mouth and ordered her to suck on it and as Jasmine did so, Miss Lem pushed it deeper into her moth until it was going down her throat. That made the girl gag and choke a bit and Miss Lem pulled my cock back out and said she would show Jasmine how to do a genuine 'deep throat' which she promptly did - taking my cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat until the entire length was out of sight - as Jasmine looked on in open mouthed amazement. By this time I was fast reaching the point of orgasm and Miss Lem seemed to sense this and slowed the oral activity, just handing my cock back to Jasmine, who stroked it slowly as the Madam explained that oral sex was an art as well as a science and although common prostitutes usually tried to bring their client off as soon as possible, her girls must do the opposite and delay the ecstasy as long as they could. She explained to Jasmine that unlike the female, men had to pause between orgasms, especially older men although it depended upon how recently they had fucked. "How about you Major, have you been fucking that pretty little secretary of yours - or letting her suck you off?! - when did you last have an orgasm?!" When I explained that I had been too busy in my new job to do anything else, even to try to fuck my secretary, she warned that job stress was bad for sex and that I should take a day off and bring the girl around to Miss Lem's place and she would help me get into her. She said she liked the look of my secretary and guaranteed that if she could get her tongue into the girl's cunt, my cock would soon follow and that she loved doing threesomes, especially with new and inexperienced girls. "But in the meantime, what we are going to do right now, is suck you off and after a little rest, I think we will be able to get your cock stiff enough again to get it into Jasmine's little cunt and give her a fuck. It should be a little smaller then and may be a bit easier to get it into her. With that, she took hold of my cock again and once more started rubbing the head of it around Jasmine's lips, prompting the girl to swirl her tongue around the under side of it. Now she was on her knees beside Jasmine and I noticed that she was fingering the kid's cunt with the hand that was not on my cock. After a few minutes of this, she stood up and said she was going to give Jasmine a little treat - whereupon she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and rubbed the head of my cock just inside the lips of her dripping cunt. "Jasmine loves the taste of my pussy" - explained Miss Lem. "Now she can lick my cunt juice off your cock, which will be an extra treat for her!" That was the last straw for me, and as Miss Lem knelt again and put the head of my cock back into the little girl's mouth, my increasing moans signaled the start of my long delayed orgasm. "He's starting to cum, Jasmine - watch him cum, darling!" - exclaimed the excited Madam, as she pulled the head of my cock just out of the girl's mouth, and I shot my initial blast of semen partly into her still open lips and partly onto her face. "Oh, wonderful! Swallow all you can darling" prompted Miss Lem as spurt after spurt deluged the pretty face. "Ah, yes, I want some too!" - she exclaimed as she leaned forward and licked the last little spurt off the head of my cock, then sucked up some of the cum that was dripping from Jasmine's cheeks and chin. "Oh, that is delicious - what a load you gave us Major, that was well worth working for, wasn't it Jasmine!? The little girl just nodded obediently as Miss Lem licked the last bit of cum off Jasmine's chin and conveyed it to the kids mouth with her tongue. "Now we will just relax for a short time before Jasmine and I try to get your cock stiff enough to go into her little cunt. You may have noticed that I have been finger fucking her a bit while she was sucking your cock and have been able to get two fingers up her, and although it seems her cherry has been popped some time ago, she is still very tight and it will take some patience to get that eight inches of yours all the way into her! But I think it can be done if we all try!" TO BE CONTINUED IN PART TWO
Introduction: Its only the beginning of what happened and if positive feedback I will finish it. thanks guys and gilrls. I was 15 at the time and still a virgin, although more and more often I was playing with myself thinking about sex with girls. I was lucky my cock was much bigger than all my friends, it was 7" long and nice and thick and as I was on my way home from school I would never have believed what happened! I took a shortcut through the neighbour's farm and as I passed the stables I heard some strange sounds so I decided to sneak a look. Quietly I crept behind the large doors and I peeked through the gap and I could hardly believe my eyes…. Beth, who was Farmer Joes wife, was lying down on some hay bales totally naked and she had her hand wrapped around a horse's massive rock hard cock. She had a beautiful body for her age which I guessed was about 35, she had large breasts and a slim waist and I could see her other hand playing with her pussy which was completely shaved. I watched her as she slowly wanked off the massive cock which was about 14" long and unbelievably she also started licking all around the huge head, and as I watched my own cock quickly grew harder than ever before. I undid my jeans and took it out and I started playing with myself as I watched her and after she had licked all over the head I heard her moan with lust before taking it into her mouth. But to my horror after a few minutes I heard her say " why don't you come and join me so you can see much better honey" … I froze unable to move at first, but then just as I was about to run away she said " its ok I really would like you to come beside me and watch me Please" I put my cock away and did as I was asked and nervously moved into the barn shuffling over next to her... she smiled and said "well let's start off by seeing what's making that nice Big lump in your pants" and she leaned over and very quickly undid my jeans and pulled them down releasing my aching cock. My cock was really hard and she put her hand around it and told me I was lucky to have such a big one at my age and then she slowly ran her tongue up and down the shaft and all around the base of the head. "Umm" I moaned loving the sensation which was making my knees tremble… and when she saw my pre cum ooze out covering the head I watched as she used her tongue to collect it all in her mouth. "Oh that tastes so good" and she took my aching cock into her mouth. As she sucked me it felt amazing but she soon stopped saying that she bet that no one had ever done that before and she told me to fuck her while she would suck off the horse again! I followed her instructions and after rubbing my cock between her juicy pussy lips I slowly eased up her until all 7" where inside, slowly I fucked her which felt amazing, and I thought if this is a dream I don't want to wake up! Beth started licking and wanking off the horse again which was so sexy to watch but as soon as I watched her pull the massive dick from her mouth gasping for air, the site of horse's cum dripping from her mouth and jets of cum spraying all over her face and breasts was too much… "oh God I'm going to Cum" I cried out as I buried it all the way inside her… It was mind blowing especially feeling her hot juices spray all over me as I came. After it was over I was watching her lick up the last drops of sperm from the horses cock when suddenly I heard a voice. "Well what's happening here then babes?" I recognised it as her husband Joe's and I turned around expecting him to go crazy any moment, but instead he just stripped off and as he moved over in front of me he said "well son if we are going to teach you all about sex you can see how good it feels to take a man's cock in your mouth too, what do you think Beth"? I was disgusted by the thought and wanted to say no but I couldn't speak I was so scared, "its ok honey go on suck his big cock you'll love it I promise you, trust me" Beth said trying to reassure me. "Go on son suck me" Joe said again as he pushed me down firmly onto my knees. I didn't think I had much choice so I knelt down and put my hand around his already hard 8" cock and as I slowly wanked him Beth took the horse away and fetched another which she tied to the rail. "Just do what I did to you, I promise you'll love it" Beth said so I started licking up and down the shaft and then as I licked around the base of the head I could hear Joe "ummm that's lovely" and then when his pre cum had covered all of the swollen head he said "lick it all up boy" I decided to try and gather it all up and swallow it in 1 go so I could try to avoid the taste, which I was sure would be disgusting and make me feel sick. However my plan didn't work and I couldn't have been more wrong! I felt warm and watery and tasted a little salty too and the best word I could use is moreish.. In fact the desire for more was so strong instinctively and without being told I took his cock into my mouth and I started sucking it. "I guess I was Right then son" Joe said and he started fucking my mouth while we both also watched his wife suck off her 2nd horse. Again though just like me when he watched Beth grab some much needed air as horse cum splattered all over her body it must have really turned him on, as his cock grew harder he said he was going to fill my mouth full of Cum but not to swallow it yet. Thick jets of his cum shot again and again into my mouth, until finally he carefully pulled it out telling me to lean my head back and open wide so he could see. I did as he told me and after staring he said "well you have a nice big load there now you can drink it son" As I swallowed it the taste was more salty and quite meaty and felt like warm milk sliding down my throat, and I instantly loved it even more than his pre cum. Again instinct took over and I leaned forward and carefully licked every drop from his cock and I heard Beth say "see babe I told you to trust me". My own cock was hard again and Joe said that now he wanted to lick my cum from his wife's pussy and he wanted me to fuck him from behind! And after he took some of the horse cum from Beth's body and rubbed it all over my cock he told me to slowly push just the head inside him and he then started licking Beth's pussy. "Ahh" he yelled in pain as I entered him and he told me not to move until the pain stopped saying it wouldn't take long. Sure enough I felt his grip on my cock relax and he told me to fill him with my cock. I eased slowly deeper and deeper and he felt really tight as I fucked him and he was moaning with joy in-between licking out my cum. "fuck him hard now honey" Beth told me so I did just that and after driving my 7" cock all the way in and out a few times I told him I was going to cum again. To be continued
Introduction: Fucking under the stars Hot Summer Night Damn it is hot, way too hot for clothes so she stripped down naked and wrapping a sheet around her she went out the patio door to the swing. That was one of the advantages to living in the country; she could sit naked on her porch and play with her hot, wet hungry kitty. Sitting down she hiked her right leg over the arm of the swing and swung her feet making the swing sway gently and humming to herself she closed her eyes and licked the long dildo in her hand. Smiling as she rubbed it between her breasts and turning the switch put the vibrator motor on low. As she drew it across her breasts she wiggled in the swing making it sway even more. The buzz of the vibrator felt good on her nipples and brought them to full erection. Licking the dildo again, she slid it in and out of her mouth sucking it just like a real cock. She slid her hand down her flat tummy to her soft curls and parted the wet pink lips of her cunt. She shivered when the cool breeze coming up from the woods below the house teased her cunt. It sure felt good to cool down some. Sighing she placed the moist tip of the dildo on her clit and turned up the motor. Ummmm sure feels good almost as good a being licked and nibbled. As she slid the tip into her throbbing cunt she sighed deeply and turned the motor up higher and hit the switch that made the dildo spin inside her cunt, as it spun faster and faster she began pushing it in letting her strong inner muscles suck it deep into her waiting cunt. Rocking back and forth in the swing she sucked the dildo deeper and deeper inside her cunt with her inner muscles. Clamping down on it she rode it hard and hunched it as the spinning sensation increased her rhythm and made her rock and moan with pleasure. As she pushed it in and pulled it out against the suction of her cunt muscles she groaned with pleasure and the butterfly on the top side of the dildo came into intimate contact with her hard sensitive clit almost bringing her off the swing with the intensity of her pleasure. With one hand holding the dildo she used the other to pinch and pull on her aching nipples. Working furiously now, she squirmed making the swing sway with an uneven movement and she almost fell out on her butt! It sure feels good, spinning and vibrating and the butterfly rubbing her sensitive clit. Awesome! As she moved it faster and harder she began to moan louder and exploded with a powerful orgasm. Not finished yet she pulled the dildo out and began to work it with her mouth, licking and sucking it into her hot wet mouth. As she slowly came down from her pleasure plateau she opened her eyes and noticed she was no longer alone! The young man from the house down the road was standing off the side of the porch. He couldn't be more than eighteen she thought and oblivious to her finishing he was standing there with his eyes squeezed shut and his pants around his ankles groaning as he stroked his huge hard cock. The slapping sound of his masturbation enflamed her even more and aching with desire she slid from the swing and approached him buck naked. She laid the sheet down on the ground, knelt and reaching up she touched his cock to get his attention. His eyes popped open with surprise and he dropped to his knees and his lovely engorged cock was even with her waiting mouth. Ummmm as she sucked his cock deep into her waiting hungry mouth she smiled up at him and moved so he could lay down on the sheet, never letting his huge cock slip from her hungry mouth, she turned around so her wet, dripping hungry cunt was over his eager mouth. He obliged her by licking her clit and plunging his tongue deep into her hot honey pot. He had never eaten pussy but it sure tasted and felt good. She squirmed and moaned around the cock in her mouth. He inserted three fingers deep into her wet cunt and began stroking her while he licked and nibbled her cunt and clit, she hunched his mouth and continued her oral assault on his magnificent cock, sucking it down her throat running her tongue around and up and down the magnificent cock as she nibbled gently on the huge mushroom head. She humming so the vibration brought him to a raging orgasm and a huge load of thick sweet cum went down her throat and overflowed out of her mouth. As he came so did she, pouring thick sweet honey down into his eager mouth. Without saying a word, she slid off him removing the honey pot from his reach and he groaned with dismay. She patted his chest and bent her hot wet cum covered mouth back over his aching cock and began to lick and suck him clean. She allowed him to move now, so his mouth was at her aching breasts and he sucked her hard nipple deep in his mouth sucking hard and biting down gently as she squirmed, he slid his hand down to her eager cunt and forcing three fingers inside it he began to move his hand in and out as she groaned and bucked against his mouth and hand and came squirting honey all over his hand and she laid there holding his head to her breast with one hand and his hand tight against and still inside of her cunt. She continued to buck against him and now his huge cock again stood at full attention. Not to be denied his ultimate goal he spread her legs drove his huge hard cock into her wet eager cunt. The movement was so unexpected it brought her body off the ground and she let out a loud moan and her cunt muscles clamped down and began to suck his cock into it's depths deep and as he postponed in and out of her tight wet cunt, her muscles caressed and squeezed his cock so hard it was almost painful, almost but the pleasure won out and he rocked her hard and rode her like a wild horse, as she moaned and came, he flipped her onto her stomach and parting the cheeks of her lush ass, he placed the tip of his cock against her tight entrance, just like he had seen in the porno his dad had under his bed. She pulled slightly forward and showing him the dildo in her hand she inserted it into her cunt and turned it on to vibrate and spin on high. With the dildo firmly held by her cunt muscles he bent down and licked her ass hole then drove his huge cock into her waiting moist ass and buried it to the hilt his balls slapping against the butterfly on the dildo. He had never experienced anything like this before! This sure wasn't like fucking a high school girl behind the bleachers during a football game! It was amazing, she was amazing and so hot she scorched his skin where he touched her. Reaching up under her body he caught her swaying tits in his hands and began to kneed and squeeze them pinching the nipples and pulling on them until she groaned deep in her throat. The feeling of the vibrating and spinning dildo thru the thin wall of muscle between her cunt and her ass was incredible; his cock was in heaven! He was almost out of control with passion and pleasure. As his pleasure grew she moaned louder and louder he pounded her hot tight ass harder and deeper until they both exploded with pleasure and collapsed together in a tangle of arms and legs on the sheet in the damp grass. Without saying a word, she again took his cock into her hands and began to lick and suck him clean again. It didn't seem to bother her that it had just been deep in her tight ass. Still without speaking she slowly stood up offering him her hand and as he rose to his feet she picked up her sheet and slowly walked into her house, her naked hips swaying invitingly. She looked over her shoulder to see him still standing there with is cock in his hand again rubbing like he had been when she first saw him. She blew him a kiss and went into the house closing the door behind her and disappeared from his sight. Wow he thought to himself, and to think James said she is a crazy old lady and will run you off with a shotgun if she catches you on her property, Boy did he have something to tell James tomorrow. Maybe he and James could come back tomorrow and fuck her together, or better yet, maybe he would just keep this his little secret and see how often he could fuck her.
Introduction: she was drawing my attintion I had a younger sister. She was just a pesky, spoiled brat sister, until…. I noticed she was getting tits and a nice ass. She liked to come in my room and be a pest. Now she wanted to talk about sex. She confided in me that she had not had sex yet, and was disappointed. We discussed masturbation and she didn't know much, but that rubbing her little slit felt good. She ask me quietly about her pussy and did I know this and that. I told her about her clit and her G spot, and about nipple stimulation. The next day she came in my room and put her arms around my neck and started kissing my neck. She said 'thank you', that she had a very good time playing with herself last night. She said: "To bad you're a boy, and can't feel what I felt last night." I informed her that 'boys' had there own feelings, and I was getting plenty of them. She was so curious to know all about boys stuff, she began to ask details. "How do boys get 'good feelings' , she wanted to know. I told her about wanking. She was fascinated and wanted to know every detail. (I think her tits were growing bigger by the day.) Her waist and hips were taking on curves that got my attention. Weeks went by and she noticed my attention to her body. She started wearing skimpy night clothes and showing off her body to me at her late night visits, after mom and dad had gone to bed. Do you like this? Do you like that? She kept the attention going. Normally she was just a pest…but now I was liking her body to look at and she loved to hang on me. She would come up behind my computer chair and put her arms around me and rub my chest, mess with my hair and kiss my neck. I was to liking it more and more. She liked to rub her tits on me. My arms at first. She would put my arms around her and lift my arms up to feel the bottom of her tits. One night she was doing this and whispered: ("…feel my tits, they're getting bigger.") That was the night I started getting hot for her. We were standing with her back to me. She backed up to me and took my hands and put them on her nice soft tits. She moaned softly and guided my hands all around her tits. I automatically felt for her nipples. She sucked a big breath…and shivered as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. They got firm and perked up. She whispered: ("..oh my god, oh my god, that's giving me a hot flash of good feelings. Just keep that up… please. How can nipples give you a tingle in your pussy?") I was in a nice daze and said: "I don't know, guys don't get that." My boner was growing fast now and she felt it in her butt crack. She gently moved her butt around feeling it. She was breathing hard now. She thought….. ('Oh my god!...he's getting a hardon over me? I'm liking that!…wow…that's making my slit feel wet inside….that feels wonderful. I guess I'm not just 'the little pest' now, am I big brother. I got plans for him, I want more of his male attention and now I sure know how to get it. I can't wait to tell my girlfriend what's happening!…she said her brothers try to cop feels on her, and peek at her when she's dressing or in the shower. He never did that to me, but I think that's all changing now.') She came in my room late on a Saturday night, and sat on my bed. She look all bummed out. She told me she finally had her first sex. It hurt and was so quick, then the guy left. I sat with her and explained about some boys who don't know girls very well yet. She had started fixing her hair hot, and wearing cool make up. She looked hot. She laid her head in my lap and said I knew how to make her feel good. (My boner heard her and came to life.) She felt it on her head and smiled. I looked at her. Her baby face was now a hot girls face with a body to match. She got up and pushed me back on my back. She crawled on top of me and my boner went right between her legs. I held her and told her the next guy will be better, I'm sure. She started kissing my neck and slightly moving her pussy around on my boner. My arms went around her automatically. She began to purr like a kitten. She took her feet and spread my legs apart and pushed her pussy down on my boner. I felt her sweet little ass, as she squirmed it on me. She whispered: ("…mom and dad are going to be gone tomorrow night for the night. Will you show me what good sex is all about.?") I said her next boyfriend will do that, but in the mean time we'll just practice a little. I said you have to get the guy to warm you up first, and try and slow him down. This is the fun and exciting part. She whispered: ("..is that how you do it?") I said to never mind that, I had to learn too. I said that tomorrow night we'll have time and privacy, and I'll show you some things. Now my boner was sticking straight up between her legs of her long nightgown. She started rubbing her pussy up and down on it. I had on my robe and my boxers were tenting high. I wanted to fuck her right then….but… I rolled her off of me and whispered: ("..tomorrow night...ok?") She whispered back: ("…no…now.") She was making it so hard not to fuck her, but I sure didn't need mom and dad catching us. I got up and pulled her up. She immediately felt my boner and I had to pry her hand off of it. I turned her around and guided her out my door. The next morning mom and dad cornered me and dad said: "What's going on with you and your sister?" I said: " Nothing, why?" "She's upset about a talk you and her had or something. " I said: "She had some 'boy' questions, I answered them and we talked about it. She's fine." They said they saw her coming out of my room and bla, bla, bla, They ragged on me for about 20 minutes about how I should have 'them' answer those questions. "Don't you get any ideas about your little sister, you know better than to touch her," dad said. They went on and on about their old time ways and how sis will wait until she's 21 before she has sex, and of course be married to the proper man. I managed to not smile and just listened. If they knew she had sex LAST NIGHT, a quickie with a strange guy, and how she wants to fuck me!, it would be heart attack time for them both. They finally left that evening, but not before giving me warnings about looking after my sister properly! Sis and I waved bye bye and closed the door. Her hand went right for my cock as she giggled. I got her from behind and felt those new tits of hers. She backed up on my rising boner and humped it. I stuck my hand down her tiny shorts and fingered her pussy. She yelled: "Mom...Dad, he's attacking me!...and I like it!" I said: "You're a bad little girl, so naughty, go to your room and …and…" "And what, big brother?????" She held my hand, still on her bare pussy and moved it up and down. I reach up under her blouse and bra and felt those sweet tits bare. She moaned and then broke away and ran. I watched her sweet ass wiggle half way up the staircase where she stopped. She started doing a sexy strip for me. Slowly taking off her blouse, tossing it at me, then the bra, and hiding her tits behind it. Slipping down her tiny shorts and playing peek a boo with her slit. My pest of a little sister was now sexually teasing me real good. I acted like dad and said: "Don't make me come up there, young lady!, and you get those clothes right back on!" "…Are ya gonna spank me daddy, bet ya can't…your to old to do that. Do I make your little pee pee get hard?….to bad you can't have my pussy." What happened to my little sister? Now she was a sex machine!….tempting me to go chase and fuck her. I just smiled as I went up stairs. I went in my room. There on my bed were her panties, all laid out nice on my pillow. I picked them up. They were wet in the crouch. She had turned into a nympho over night. I was on the computer when she came in my room giggling. I told her tonight we were just going to talk about boy-girl stuff, nothing more. I would show her some things that boys like and teach her about what girls can do to turn a guy on. She whispered: ("..I'm a real slow learner, it may take you all night to show me everything.") I turned quick,…. and she ran out of the room. ----------------- I had not wanted to really get into a fucking my sister thing, but she was getting to me. She knew all the right buttons of mine to push. She got sexier by the minute. I just kept thinking about her and that sexy body and not having a real good guy to fuck her like crazy. I had a hot girlfriend, but sis was so much sexier and was using it on me, many hours each day. How much could I take. If I closed my eyes for a second, I saw her firm nipples in my face. I wanted to suck them so bad. Her skin was so smooth and warm. She always smelled so good. She had the sweetest wet little slit. I could taste it, even in my sleep. The fact she wanted me to fuck her was hard to deal with. She teased me so good I loved the feeling of wanting to fuck her and make her moan loud as she climaxed for the first time with my cock in her. All the 'don'ts' to do with a sister weren't doing a thing to dampen my urges one little bit. ---------- Sis lay in her bed thinking…. 'Tonight we'll have our real togetherness. I want him so bad, he knows all the right things to do. I'll get him so hot he'll have sex with me, I'm gonna have it. I don't want to waste any more time with a new boyfriend, that will come later. Right now I want hot sex with my brother, and I'm going to have it. No more waiting, wishing, dreaming, fingering. Let's just fuck like we both want to. No restrictions, rules, laws or anything else, I want him tonight! I'll play dumb, and ask him how to fuck a guy, with him showing me for real. "Oh brother dear, how do I suck a cock, can I try it on you…hmmm?, ..am I doing it right.."… he's gonna fuck me tonight one way or another and we're both gonna love it. Finally!' ----------------- She had the bigger bed, so she came in and got me and pulled me in her bedroom. We stood face to face as she said the guy kissed with an big open mouth. No tongue or anything. I said no, no, that not how to kiss. I put my arm around her and before our 'practice' kiss I started feeling her up as she did me. Her hips and ass were so smooth and warm, I got lost in thought and just kept going further and further. I felt her tits and nipples as she felt my balls and cock. I wasn't at ease with the kissing your sister thing, so I just closed my eyes and pictured her as a girlfriend. That changed everything. I whispered to her: (".. close your eyes and just imagine I'm a guy you've always wanted and this is your first time together. He wants to turn you on , and you want to make him hot for you. Now, put your arms around my neck and start with a soft kiss, but let it build into a hot tongue kiss. Push your pussy slightly into his hardon. Her heart was banging away on my chest. She kissed me perfect and let go to a hot kiss with our tongues caressing each others. She couldn't push her pussy slightly into my cock, it was sticking straight out. She opened her robe and put it between her legs. I felt the wetness from her pussy as she slid it back and forth on my cock. I lost what I was thinking about for a minute. Her pussy sliding over the top of my cock was heavenly. Her hands were all over me, as I felt those wonderful tits of hers. She began pulling me towards the bed and finally we went down with me on top of her. We never let go of that kiss. It just was to hot to let it go. He robe was open now, as she opened mine. Laying on her naked was to much for my cock to take. It guided itself to her entrance and her legs spread. I felt the sweetest, warmest, tightest pussy ever. I moved it in slowly, then back out, then in a little deeper. She moaned a tiny moan with her eyes closed and her arms around my neck, kissing me while trying to breath. It was so far above anything I expected, I let go with all the passion I had. It slowly built up to a steady fucking motion for us. Her hands felt my back and all around as we both panted for air. This was the ultimate pussy for me. Perfect fit, exciting girl under me and she was moaning so sweet. Sis's head tried to think… 'I knew it would be good, but this is so over the top ….I…..can't even think….I love his hands on my tits, so gentle yet his finger tips squeezing my nipples so firm….I've got hot feelings all over my body….my pussy is alive with tingles, hot spots, and jolts of pleasure feeling his cock slide in and out so good. He has his fingers on my clit, exciting it with each stroke. I just never knew this could be. Something inside of me is building up, and driving me to devour him. It's coming up and up so good, I wonder if I can stand it. "Ooooooo" that moan just came out ….I…."OOOhhhh Yessss …ohgodohgodohgoddddddd….ahhhhh" I felt her climax taking over her body as mine released a torrent of cum in her pussy. I jumped with each shot. She moaned with each shot. We fucked and fucked for every last drop of good feeling we could get. I yelled something as she did too. We lost our breath completely for a few seconds. Moans took over by themselves as we held each other tighter and tighter. I thrust, as her pussy squeezed….I mentally lost it in pleasure. She shook,…paused…then shook some more. Her squirming we so intense I was out of cum, I had flooded her with it all, but my cock kept pumping…..we don't remember the rest in detail. Just the feelings…..just the feelings over and over again………. -------------- It was 3:15 am., as we took our first ever shower together. Our minds were content and we let our hands do all the feeling. Slick body's, warm soapy water, excited us. We wanted more. I want to teach her about sucking cock and having her pussy licked. She was in a daze and followed me back into bed. I turned us to a 69 position and was about to talk about sucking cock when I felt her lips go over my cock. I looked at her pussy staring me in the face. Her one leg cocked up. I just dived in. She squealed when I teased her by letting my tongue slide up her slit and across her clit. It was her first pussy oral sex. She began to squirm as her clit was so sensitive. I slipped in two fingers in her tight pussy. She gowned when I massaged her pussy deep. I felt her feeling my balls and licking my cock gently, at first. She got real excited and began to jack and suck me hard. Sis's thinking…. 'I had wanted to do this for a long time. I saw it, I just had to kiss it and suck it. No lessons needed. I loved the warm feel of it all over my face. It was exciting stroking it, knowing I was making it ready to cum. He's doing things to my pussy I've never dreamed could feel that good. It's a shortcut to another big climax, and that's what I want. He's my sex god, and has control of my body. Little did I know it would feel this good. Does he know I going to climax soon!….I want to see him shoot his cum, feel it in my mouth and taste it. The other girls have bragged about doing it, but now it's my turn. Oh...this is to much, I going a little crazy now…Oh My God!….I….oh baby Yesssssssssss!!!!! ' I felt her climaxing and I shot big load. She moaned with each shot on her face. She watched it and then put he mouth on it as far at it would go. I pumped more loads as she tried to swallow what she could. Her pussy moved on my fingers, as the muscles tightened and shook hard. We both got dizzy and moaned till we were out of moans. Gasping for air, was all we had left. The pulses took over and left us completely spent. ------------------ When mom and dad got home, they ask me all kind of question on how it went while they were gone. When dad wasn't around, mom changed and she was cool. I think it was dad she was doing all the questions for. My sister just smiled at me all the time it seemed. One night late, my mom slipped in my room, closed the door and sat on my bed. I wasn't asleep yet. She was smiling and was holding a bowl and a paper. She handed me the paper. It was a note my sister had written to me and somehow mom got it. It said what a wonderful night we had and how she loved the feeling of my cock in her…………oh shit! Mom took the note back. Kissed me on the forehead and wadded up the note. She lit it on fire and placed it in the bowl. We watched it burn up. She smiled and whispered: ("..I don't think your dad needed to see that.") She kissed me on the forehead again, smiled and whispered: ("I wish I'd had a brother like you.) ....
Introduction: Sometimes, experience is BEST God Yes, Gum It! Part 1 My wife, the gambling addict, had left for the casino an hour before. I knew full well, she wouldn't be back until 2 or 3 am. Most of the time, I welcomed her being gone, rather than listening to her whine because, she wasn't playing the slots, or listening to the reasons she played up her money, on this machine or that one. Her brother was out of town, a fairly regular occurrence, since his hot ass wife finally got fed up with his shit, and left him. He'd found a slut at the local American Legion, and stayed with her, when her husband was on the road. With any luck, maybe he'd come home early some day, catch them fucking, and kill them both. As you can tell, I don't think much of my brother-in-law. As it happened, my wife's brother lived with, or rather 'sponged off of', my mother-in-law, who is 85 years old, but still quite lively. She's not able to stay by herself, though, so here I sit, writing about what happened last night, while I was babysitting the old bird. After her nap, I fixed the old lady a grilled cheese sandwich. I'm going to just call her 'J', it's much easier than spelling out Josephinia each time. J pulled her teeth out, to eat, folded them up in a napkin, smiled at me and said, "I just have to gum everything these days." My 58 year-old cock got hard as I watched her eat that damn sandwich. All the smacking, licking, and slurping made me start thinking about slipping my dick into J's face. I recalled, forty years ago, when I was dating my wife, her mom was still pretty good looking. She had divorced my father-in-law when my wife was only six, so she had been thru many men since that time. She never had much of a real job, and everyone knew her major income was…selling pussy. Some of her 'clients' were county commissioners, chinchilla ranchers, two attorneys, and a Methodist preacher. As I thought about all the dicks that had been in that woman, the one smacking her lips on the grilled cheese sandwich, I wondered what it would feel like… her gums on my dick, lips sucking the cum out. "Just how long have you had to 'gum' everything?" I asked, curious to hear the answer. She took a long, slow, lick across her old, wrinkled lips, looked at me, straight in the eyes, and said, "I've been gummin' it since I was twenty-six. One of my 'friends' was a dentist, and he fixed me up with false teeth, when my others went bad. Most of my friends didn't know it for many years." When I got up from the table, she looked directly at the lump in my 'AC/DC' flannel lounge pants. "Hey," she said, "There was a time when I could take care of one of those, in just a few minutes." Her old, pale eyes rolled toward the ceiling, as if remembering something in her past. "I've got as high as three hundred dollars for 'gummin' one of my old boyfriends. Goddddd, that was some good money, back then. Wonder if I could still do the deed? Maybe sometime I could find someone who'd like to try." Damn if she didn't wink at me, and rub her tongue over her toothless gums, and said, "My dumbass daughter won't be home for hours, you want me to blow your mind, as well as your balls?" Shit! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. We'd been in this same situation many times. Needless to say, J had never given me a hard-on, nor had mentioned having sex, of any manner. She finished her sandwich, took a couple of sips of water, swished it around in her mouth, and swallowed. I helped her up from her chair, and reminded her that her teeth were still on the table. The frail, wrinkled, grey haired woman grabbed the front of my pants, wrapping thin, but strong fingers around my stiffy. "C'mon, Don, let me give a good man one last blow job. Hell, I'd like to feel this one inside my old pussy, it feels like a good fat one. Long cocks never did impress me, I like to feel one push the sides out. Tell you what, son, let's go to my bed, you fuck me, just one time, and I'll suck your dick, better than you've ever had it before." As I was trying to decide what time dimension I was in, J was dragging me, by my cock, to her bed. She had been a fine looking woman, in her time, but watching her strip her clothes off, I couldn't believe all the wrinkles. She undressed in seconds, crawled onto the bed, flashing her scrawny butt, which was shaped like a frog's ass. As soon as she was centered, she flopped onto her back and spread her bony legs. My dick seemed to appear in my hand, as if by magic, and the flannels fell off my ass and legs. I must have been in some kind of a trance, because I never even knew when I mounted her. The first time I realized where I was, I was fucking her hard, pounding an 85 year-old cunt, that was much tighter than I ever would have imagined. "Oh, fuck!" she yelled in my ear, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Godddddd! That's sooooo good! Oh, Shit!" I almost screamed, myself, when the cum started churning from my nuts, to empty into the warm confines of the old woman's womb. Amazed that my mother-in-law, at 85, had just given me the best fuck of my life, I slowly rolled off her frail frame. As I raised from the bed, I noticed she had shit the bed, too. My cum was rolling out of her, mixing with the brown mess on the sheet. Considering the location of the mess, I knew my balls had been slapping back and forth in it. J apologized for the mess, but told me she'd fuck me again, anytime, anywhere. We agreed that we couldn't wait for the next time her son took off with his whore. We stayed naked, groping, and pinching each other, while we changed her sheet. It would be simple to explain…she had an accident. She slipped on one of her Depends, but nothing else, "Wash your nuts, Don, now it's time for that blow job." Now, if you readers remember, I'm 58 years old. I just blew the biggest load, I could ever remember, into this old woman. Just how in the fuck was I going to even get hard again, much less work up another load of cum? J laid down on the couch, on her stomach, with her flabby tits and chest on the padded arm. "C'mon, sonny, put 'er here." She pointed at her smooth mouth. I stood at the end of the couch, with my flaccid dick in her face. She never touched it with her fingers, just sucked it into her mouth, swirled her tongue around it, and began. The tongue, the suction, and the soft chewing, with her gums, brought me back to fully erect, immediately. Even though I'd just cum minutes ago, all I could do was want to blast, again. It only took about four or five minutes of ecstasy, before fireworks went off in my head, and in my shaft. I nearly passed out when she said, "Shit, boy, that didn't take long. We'll do it again in a few minutes. First, I gotta go pee." God Yes, Gum It! Part Two My wife stayed home last night, but was heading back to the casino tonight. My old mother-in-law had been pretty quiet, since the wild ass session we had, night before last. The old bird was smart enough to not make any grins, winks, or any other body language, which might make my wife think something was going on. She knew, full well, of her mother's prostitution days but, at the age of 85, had no idea the woman could still suck a boiled egg through a drinking straw. I waved to her, and told her good luck, as she headed out the door. By the time the car was out in the street, J had her clothes off, and her teeth out. "Didn't think she'd ever get out the Goddamn door, Don," she said, "I've been so fucking horny, I thought about crawling under the table, and giving you a blow job during supper. I always did like to wash my iced tea down with hot cum. Now, where do you want to start?" I told J that I didn't care where we started, but at some point, I'd like to ass-fuck her, if it was alright. It was. I undressed, and she wanted me to suck her tits. Well, she still had nipples, but the tits weren't there, anymore. Just ¾ inch thick slabs of skin, hanging down to her navel, with light brown nipples. I sucked, she groaned and moaned. "You ever eat any pussy?" she asked. I told her I had eaten her daughter, many times, "but I had a girlfriend, a few years ago, who would go crazy when I ate her. Her husband got suspicious, so we called it off. It sure was some sweet cunt, too. I miss her." J told me that I should try to get in touch with Mattie again, maybe her old man has cooled with the situation, and we could start up, again. "Damn," she said as I sucked both nipples, at the same time, "I wish we'd started this shit thirty years ago. There ain't nothing I like better than all out sex. You asked about anal, awhile ago. It's been thirty-five years or more since anyone even asked me about it, but ..yes, I'd love to be butt fucked one more time. "If you'll quit my tits, I'll go take an enema. Clean my old ass out good. I want to give you another blow, first, then it'll take longer to fill my ass with cum." She asked if I wanted to help with the enema, but I declined. The thought made my cock go down. I'd been in the bathroom before, right after she had taken a shit. It was bad. From the living room I could hear the explosion. Shit, gas, and water would be all over the toilet. I'd have to clean it up, later, but then…I could act ignorant of the happening, and let my wife do it, when she got home. Yeah, that's what I'd do. I told J not to clean it up, either. The toothless blow job was even better than two nights before. J told me she had remembered some things, she used to do, to her boyfriends. Since I had two days to recuperate, I dropped a full load between the withered old lips, and down her throat. As soon as her experienced, bony fingers brought ol' fat boy back to life, she was on her hands and knees, talking back, over her shoulder. "Hand me some Kleenex, so's I can wipe my ass one more time. There may still be a little water back there. Don't you worry about slickin' it up, either. I can loosen up, take it in, and clamp it back down. You're gonna like this, son." The couple of times I had my cock in my wife's asshole, she had insisted on lots of lube, and going in slow. Not with J. When the head hit the pucker, she relaxed, and in I went, to the hilt. It amazed me how her sphincter began to pull and squeeze my shaft, as I worked back and forth. We went through about ten minutes of pumping, with her saying, "Oh, yes, that feels good. Oh, yes, that feels good," with nearly every stroke. Just as I was about to cum, J started whining, a little. I could sense she was about to have an orgasm, herself. As my balls sent spasms up, and out, dumping a massive load into her shit tube, she groaned, "Oh, God, Don! It hurts! Fuck, it hurts!" When I was completely spent, she collapsed on the bed, with me on top of her. I asked if she were alright, and she just said, "It hurts". My sex-starved, 85 year-old, toothless, mother-in-law, just had her last orgasm. And her last breath. I got my laptop, and googled Mattie's phone number. I just wonder….
Introduction: Hi guys. This story was voted on by supporters at my Patreon (sinistrastories) Thanks for reading SLUT 4 U by Sinistra Part VII Ding! Scarlett instinctively reached for her phone, but stopped upon realising that she had no pockets. She was wearing a skirt. Of course. Skirts don't have pockets. This made sense in her mind, but something still felt wrong. It was the same feeling she'd had that morning, when choosing an outfit for the day. She looked in her drawer, but all she had seen was a bland selection of trousers. Jeans, chinos, callotts - surely these couldn't be her clothes? Where were the miniskirts? Short shorts? She had made do with a cute pink skirt, but something still didn't feel...right. However, after realising this would provide the perfect excuse for a weekend shopping spree, whatever anxieties that had threatened to disrupt her mental sanctity crept back into her subconscious. She found it was easier to just not think about it. She fished her phone from her bag and checked the notification. Darius? Oh yeah, Darius. She tapped out her response. Yeah I do. Why don't u just ask Isabelle tho? Darius: ? Are you going to tell me or what? Scarlett: OK. Here's the number. [07750 962431] Darius: ty Scarlett tugged at her blouse. Maybe it's a surprise or something. Hope it's ok between those two. A hot flush coloured her pale skin. Why is it so hot in here? It felt more like a boiler room than a canteen. For some reason the school felt it necessary to crank the heating up to such a point that it seemed that they were expecting a blizzard and not a typically mild, southern town winter. Removing her jumper didn't help, and the action reminded her of last night - the smells, the tastes, they all flooded back to her, 'mmmh'. Scarlett opened her eyes, her cheeks turning crimson, hoping no one had heard her. She began to feel a warm, nice feeling emanating from between her thighs and look down to see that her hand had started to rub the thin fabric of her panties. She almost let out another moan, but clasped her other hand around her treacherous mouth. Oh God, I can't help it, I need to... 'Excuse me' she said apologetically, stepping up from the table. 'Where are you going?' asked Caitlin. 'I'll come with you, if y-' Scarlett was half tempted to accept her offer. 'Oh no, I'm just...I need the toilet.' She replied shakily. She burst open the cubicle door, almost forgetting to slam it shut as she instantly shoved her panties to the side, plunging her fingers deep in her sopping cunt. Several eye-rolling orgasms and a melody of wordless cries later, she slumped on the toilet seat, shuddering and breathing hard. It was sore, but the itch between her legs was as sensitive as ever, and it yearned, craved for more. She looked at her watch. Only a few minutes left until the end of lunch. They're going to wonder where I am… she thought as her hand traced lazily down and began to slide back into her moist depths. I'll have to be quick… Darius rolled his eyes. He began to tap out how no, I wouldn't ask Isabelle for her own mothers phone number because anyone with half a brain cell would understandably panic if an all-powerful mind controller wanted to- he sighed, and deleted the draft. It was stupid to incriminate himself just to prove a point. This had proved to be a delicate operation, and rash behaviour would not do. Pride goeth before destruction he recalled. Even at this early stage, not everything had gone to plan. Originally he'd assumed 20 characters had been enough, but Isabelle was proving more resilient than Darius anticipated. He supposed 'slut' was too much of an ambiguous term, and something more like 'obey' would have worked more efficiently - but where was the fun in that? Then, in a foolishly ambitious move, he had given her the throwaway phone, but now it was clear she wasn't ready to accept her fate just yet. It seemed to him that it was necessary to take matters into his own hands, and so that morning he had purchased and downloaded another strain of the malware, compatible with up to 10 characters. This time, £150. When Isabelle had approached him that morning in the school common room to arrange a date, she had suggested Thursday or Friday. 'Why not the weekend? Surely it would be more convenient?' 'Oh.' She said, visibly disheartened. 'It's just that my Mum has those days off, and I just thought it would be nice to...well, I'm just looking forward to it. Why, are you busy?' The last sentence sounded like a plead. Darius, despite his typical icy countenance, softened. 'Isabelle, I'm - okay, you're right. I think Friday would be good.' Isabelle's face blossomed into a brilliant smile, betraying herself if only for a second. 'Okay, yeah. Sounds good. Oh - and before I forget. You won't believe what Josh said to Miss Pascal. So...' Darius continued to nod and grin; play it cool, but he'd seen her crack of composure. He knew that, despite any negative sentiment she seemed to harbour against him, she was still wrapped tightly around his finger. Isabelle watched as his smile slowly faded, and his eyes began to wander, apparently more focused on other things of hers than her eyes. Poor thing. Can't say what he wants. Oh well, It's the least I can do. 'Hey. I've got something to show you. Follow me.' She intertwined her fingers with his, and, beckoning him with her other hand, began to walk him out of the common room and down the hallway. More than a few eyebrows were raised as Darius trailed along, half in a daze in the wake of her strut. The hallway branched off right into a long corridor, multiple sets of stairs leading up into first floor classrooms along the length of the corridor. She shot him a smirk over her shoulder, and led him into a deep alcove beneath the stairs. Breathing heavily already and with trembling fingers she pulled his body against hers and locked him in a passionate kiss. Once she'd realised he was too preoccupied by her body to listen to what she thought was a funny anecdote, she felt she ought to have walked off in repulsion or at least admonish him - but instead, she was overwhelmed with a sense of sympathy. It wasn't his fault she was so sexy. He could take her whenever he wanted; better to be in control - until she could finally get rid of whatever he did to her, at least. In the meantime she was free to enjoy all the pleasures that came with airheaded sluttiness. 'I nee- want you to fuck me, now.' She whined, fumbling with his belt. Darius' hardness yearned in his trousers as he slid his hands beneath her skirt and squeezed the warm flesh of her buttocks. Darius still couldn't quite believe the situation he found himself in, but he wasn't complaining. If anything, this was just more proof that Isabelle would be ready for the next phase of his plan. 'Isabelle I can't believe we're...doing this.' She put a finger to his lips. 'Shhh…just...take me…' She clasped her fingers behind her hair, biting her lip as Darius teased her sex, already slick with anticipation. With a soft groan she slid down onto his shaft. He pressed her against the wall, caressing the smooth skin of her back, wait, thighs, as he thrust into her. Isabelle whispered sweet nothings as he pounded her into the wall, clasping a hand over her mouth whenever oblivious students walked past. At last, when he felt his balls about to boil over, he pulled himself out of her pussy and pulled her down to her knees. Her tongue skillfully brought him to the brink of orgasm, and suddenly he groaned as warm jets of cum spurted down the back of her throat, and he massaged the back of her head in his hands. She licked and teased out the last few jolts of pleasure from his softening member, fixing him with a sly smile. Isabelle then stood up on her heels and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and Darius couldn't stop himself from squeezing her firm ass. She giggled. 'That was…so much fun.' She whispered in his ear. 'You know it.' he replied, a foolish grin plastered on his face. Darius inspected himself in the mirror and checked his watch. It was Friday evening, 5 o'clock exactly, with one hour to go. He was wearing a button-up blue shirt under a navy jumper with brick-red trousers; an outfit that he'd spent more time than he'd like to admit choosing. As he rolled up his cuffs and made his way downstairs, he was intercepted at the bottom by his mother. She gasped as she ran her eyes over his clothes, clasping her hand over her mouth and standing in shock. Her look of utter adoration was imbued with a sense of surprise and awe, as if she had never thought she would ever see this day - and when she reached out to grasp his shoulders, it was with such a tenderness it was as if she was afraid he would instantly turn to dust. 'Darius...I don't know what to say.' 'Mum...it's okay.' He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, freeing himself from her grip. She pulled back her hands and hastily smoothened her skirt. 'Yes, yes. Forgive me. Now give your silly mother a hug.' Darius wondered how long this would go on as he returned the affection. She stood on tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the cheek. 'Okay. What time do you have to be there?' 'Five thirty.' 'You better get going then.' She began to put his coat on for him but Darius shrugged her off. 'And when are you getting back?' 'I'm not sure,' he said, opening the door. 'Bye!' 'Oh, wel- Bye!' She waved as he shut the door. Darius plugged in his earphones, matching his pace to the beat, imagining he looked awfully cool in his jet black trench coat. It was already pitch black, the roads illuminated only by the orange glare of looming streetlamps. It wasn't long before he arrived. He rung the doorbell of a large suburban house, a range rover parked in the driveway and friendly light glowing from the windows. He shifted weight from one foot to another while he waited, unable to totally shake off his anxiety. Finally the door was opened by a woman - Darius guessed around forty, but she easily could have passed for thirty - who looked like a blonde, curvier, maturer version of Isabelle. She was dressed in an orange cocktail dress and pumps with golden hoop earrings, her hair falling in wavy tresses down to her shoulders. She was just as beautiful as her daughter, with youthful, smooth skin and alluringly dark eyes - dyed hair? Darius guessed. 'Hello! Come in, come in. Are you the Darius we've heard so much about?' 'That's me.' He hung his coat up on the rack behind the door. 'I'm Eleanor, and my husband Michael is in here...' She walked him through the open hallway into the kitchen where a middle aged man was leant over the sink, washing up. He turned around when he heard them enter. He wore a green jumper and small rectangular glasses, and with greying brown hair and a closely shaven beard he maintained a rugged yet dignified appearance. He took off his washing up gloves, laid them on the side, and stuck out his right hand, smiling. 'Ah! Darius. It's good to meet you.' Darius gripped his hand firmly. 'And you too, Michael.' 'I think Isabelle's still getting read- oh, that'll be her.' Darius heard someone rushing down the stairs, and then Isabelle was leaning over the bannister, her brunette hair falling in cute ringlets. 'Oh - hi Darius. I'm not ready - I didn't think you'd be coming until later.' 'That's fine, don't rush. I'll just be here until you're ready to come down.' 'Okay, I won't be long.' She darted out of view and ran back up the stairs. Darius looked at his phone. > obey darius He hit send. 'Whatever you're cooking, it smells delicious.' 'Thank you. We're having roast potatoes and chicken, which will hopefully-' A short jingle rang from the phone which buzzed on the counter top. Eleanor strolled over and picked up her phone. 'Hopefully done by...half an…' Her shoulders sagged, her eyes locked on the screen. Her eyes glazed over. 'Darling?' Michael put his arm around his wife. 'What's-' Suddenly his eyes became as glassy as his spectacles, his mouth hanging open. 'Is everything okay?' Darius couldn't help but grin. This was perfect. Isabelle's parents looked up from the phone in almost comical synchronisation. 'Yeah. What was I saying?' Eleanor narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to one side. 'Something about...uh…' Michael started confidently, but he furrowed his brow upon realising that he had no idea. 'Don't worry about it.' Darius told them, and instantly their expressions softened. 'We have to talk about Isabelle. You must have noticed the change in the way she's dressing.' Michael's eyes narrowed and Eleanor raised her eyebrows. 'Excuse me young man, but who-' 'Shut up.' Michael sputtered as if a hand had clasped around his throat. 'Michael?' Eleanor gasped. She looked back at Darius, her face coloured with shock. 'Relax. Both of you. I'm not going to lie or try to hurt you. Speak honestly to me.' Eleanor looked at her husband, then back to Darius, her eyes dull with confusion. 'Of course. I'm sorry for my husband - he can get a bit hot-headed. We just can't believe you might imply something so...horrid about our daughter.' she rubbed his shoulder. He hung his head, shamefully avoiding Darius' gaze. 'Nothing I say is horrid. In fact you can't help but agree with anything I say. If I told you two add two was five, you would believe me, wouldn't you?' Eleanor looked at him with awe. 'I would. I would believe you.' Michael nodded slowly, as if he found himself agreeing due to consideration - and not mindless obedience. Darius grinned triumphantly. 'That's because everything I say is true. Anyway - you must have noticed she's been dressing...sluttier recently. Showing off her hot, sexy body, her legs, her cleavage. I don't think it's horrid to bring it up - in fact it sounds more like you're just guilty about the desire you secretly harbour for Isabelle.' Michael looked at his wife with revulsion. A look of shock, anger, hatred, confusion, and embarrassment flashed across Eleanor's face in a matter of seconds. 'I-I-I...I don't...why would you say that? 'Because everything I say is true.' Darius told her, grinning boyishly. Eleanor looked at him, grinning nervously, ignoring her husband's shocked expression. 'Of course. Well, she is...sexy isn't she?' Darius looked at her, raising an eyebrow; a signal for her to continue. Eleanor gulped. 'I know it's wrong to...to...to lust after your own daughter - oh it sounds awful when I say it - but Isabelle, her body, her lips, her hair…' Eleanor tensed up, her face blanching. 'Do I have to - Oh God - I'm sorry, this is...so wrong. Don't make me-' 'There's nothing wrong about feeling attracted to your daughter.' Michael smiled contentedly and relaxed in his chair. Well that's a relief. Darius continued. 'You've desired her ever since she hit puberty, and you've been waiting to explore those desires ever since. Just thinking about her gets you wet. There's nothing wrong with her wearing such sexy outfits - in fact you encourage it.' Eleanor nodded, licking her lips. It's true she realised. Images of Isabelle's perky breasts, her lithe figure, her stunning legs, flooded her mind. She squeezed her legs together. How can he know so much about me? This Darius is something else… 'I remember when I was her age - I would dress the same way. Nowadays I don't have the body of an eighteen year old, but I keep in shape, and I still get looks.' 'You look fabulous, Ellie.' He reassured her. She laughed, tilting her head back and blushing. Her voluptuous chest heaved. Michael sat and watched. 'And Michael. Don't worry about your wife's - or even your own attraction to your daughter. It's perfectly normal. After all, who wouldn't want to fuck a hot piece of ass like Isabelle?' Darius adopted a stern tone. 'But she's mine - so hands off!' Michael raised his hands comically in a surrendering motion. Something inside him felt immensely relieved, but he couldn't quite figure out why. 'Just so you know Michael, I plan on fucking your wife and daughter after dinner. You haven't got a problem with that,' he looked at Eleanor. 'And neither have you. In fact you're looking forward to it. Oh, and Michael; you can speak.' Michael smiled warmly. 'Darius, it's my pleasure. If you don't mind however, I'll be in the living room whilst you-' he gulped gesturing to both of them, 'whilst you lot get on with it.' Darius smiled back. 'Of course. Thank you both for being so understanding.' 'Thank you, Darius.' Eleanor replied, and Michael nodded. Eleanor's eyes darted between Darius and the staircase, unable to take her mind off Isabelle. What will she be wearing? Suddenly the timer for the oven went, breaking Eleanor out of her reverie. She snapped up, and began to take the chicken out of the oven. 'Isabelle! Dinner's ready!' Darius heard footsteps from upstairs, and as Michael laid the table Isabelle walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a stunning, figure hugging black dress and black high heels. Exposing a generous V down her chest and the side of her thighs, it was all Eleanor and Darius could do to not start drooling. A strangled cry came from Michael, who hastily walked into the other room to lay the table. Her lips were coloured a vibrant crimson, her dark arched eyebrows and voluminous chestnut tresses framing a gorgeous face. She wore two glistening gold earrings which dangled alluringly from her ears. 'Isabelle...you look...gorgeous.' Eleanor strode over to her, and began to caress the fabric, rolling her gaze along her daughters curves. Isabelle tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. 'Thanks.' 'Dinner's getting cold!' Michael called out from the other room. Eleanor broke from her trance, and one by one they filtered through into the dining room and sat around a large wooden table, glasses already poured with wine. A cornucopia of steaming vegetables, roasted potatoes and chicken created a mouth-watering aroma, and soon they were tucking in. In between hungry mouthfuls, they chatted about work, childhood, hobbies. Darius learned that Eleanor was a teacher and had met Michael when they were both twenty. Two years later and they were married and expecting a child. Michael worked as a solicitor involved in mainly domestic affairs, and his stories of nightmarish, ridiculous, and unforgivably stupid clients would reliably send the table into a chorus of raucous laughter. The first time Isabelle had caught her mother staring at her chest, Eleanor had instantly looked away, abashed. Isabelle was by no means sensitive to having her body admired, of course - but there was something in her mother's gaze that was strange, even predatory. A shiver ran down her spine, and she adjusted her bust. When Isabelle realised her mother was looking at her chest again, she stared back at her and coughed politely. Eleanor didn't stop. 'Mum!' Eleanor looked up at her daughter earnestly. 'Hmm?' Isabelle sighed, exasperated. My fault for wearing such a dress. Didn't know mum was such a weirdo though. It was long after the main course that conversation finally simmered down and Eleanor left to fetch dessert. She brought back a dish of apple crumble, and began to whip some cream. Each whisk sent a jiggle through her chest, much to the delight of Darius. Soon they were all tucking in, the intensity of the main course complemented by the refreshing sweetness of dessert. It was delicious, and soon each of them were scraping the last remnants out of their bowls. 'Eleanor - thank you so much. That was one of the most delicious meals I've ever had.' Isabelle's mother chuckled to herself. 'Actually, I can't cook for shit. Oh!' She looked guiltily at the wine bottle. 'Pardon my French. This was all Michael.' 'Darius smiled apologetically. 'My sincerest apologies, Michael.' 'You are forgiven.' He replied in mock seriousness. 'This has been wonderful,' he continued, looking at Isabelle, 'it really has. But I think it's time to enjoy some proper dessert.' Michael hastily excused himself, his chair scraping noisily against the floorboards. 'I'll take that as my call to leave. You lot have fun.' he said shakily, nodding towards each of them but not looking any in the eye. His smile looked more like a grimace as he stacked their dishes and hurried out of the room. Isabelle's eyes flicked from her mother to her father. Eleanor sat motionless, smiling sweetly at her, and Michael ignored her gaze. She wanted to ask why weren't they reacting to such a blatantly sexual declaration, but she had a terrifying suspicion that she already knew. 'Is everything alright, sweetie?' Eleanor leaned towards her, placing her hand on her daughter's knee, a sympathetic yet vacant look in her eye. Isabelle felt her skin crawl. She jerked away from her mother's touch, before shooting Darius a look. 'You've done something to her.' she said quietly. Darius tried to keep a straight face. He walked over to Eleanor and put an arm round her. She squirmed girlishly in his grip. 'Oh no.' Isabelle whispered. Eleanor beamed at her, leaning into Darius. 'It's ok, honey. Darius explained it all. It makes sense when you think about it...or don't think about it.' She giggled at her own joke. Isabelle felt like she was going to be sick. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. 'What are you...what are you going to do?' Darius' face broke out in a grin. His eyes gleamed wolfishly as he cupped Eleanor's cheek. A small thrill ran through him when she batted her dark, thick eyelashes and gazed at him with her wonderful glassy brown eyes. 'What do you want to do, Ellie? Be honest.' 'Pleasure myself.' she blurted out, her eyes wide with disbelief. Disbelief that - even in front of her own daughter - it didn't make her self-conscious. It felt almost...natural, but that didn't stop her from blushing. 'I'm getting so wet, I need to get, um, fucked or something before I go nuts.' 'Darius,' Isabelle's eyes welled up with tears. 'How could you…' she choked on her words, '...my own...mother?' Eleanor gasped and ran over to her daughter, embracing her softly. 'Hey, honey, sweetie. It's ok. It's ok.' She gently wiped away Isabelle's tears with one hand, caressing her daughter's thigh with the other. 'It's alright. Mummy can cheer you up.' Her hand began to snake under the gash of Isabelle's dress which generously revealed the skin of her leg up to her hip. Isabelle shivered, but then roughly shoved her mother away. 'No!' she shrieked. Through her tears she saw her mother's face break out in hurt. 'No. Mum, you don't want this.' Eleanor's eyes lit up. 'Oh, but honey I do. Darius made it so clear. I...I can't stop myself.' She licked her lips, her gaze nestling in the generous cleavage revealed by Isabelle's plunging neckline. Isabelle felt her nipples harden, much to her shame. Ever since the first day of Darius' control, whenever she would catch someone admiring her body - especially her erogenous areas - she would feel a wave of arousal shudder through her. She couldn't help it. Even if it was from her own mother. She looked at Darius, who was nonchalantly leaning against the table with his arms crossed. 'It's just part of the trial.' he answered. 'This is about proving you're not a slut. If you had total confidence in yourself - total confidence that, after savouring so many delights, you would renounce being a slut - then you would have no problem with indulging.' Isabelle glared at him, faintly aware that her mother, now round his arm again, was practically drooling now. 'Darius, you know that makes no sense. This is too much, even for you.' He smirked devilishly, pulling a gasping Eleanor into him. 'Maybe - but I can just walk away. No more hope, no more chances. Your fate would be sealed within the week. You may not feel anything right away, but as your mind finalises rewiring, you wouldn't be able to resist anything I say. And you would love it. In the end, it's your choice.' Isabelle went pale. She was beaten, and she knew it. There had never been a chance. 'You'll change her back too, right?' She was terrified for an answer. Darius blinked. 'Yes.' He said, his face a stone mask. 'Of course.' 'I'd say don't fight it, Issy.' her mother drawled. 'Obeying Darius...feels so right. Once you get a taste… it's seductive. Once you let go...no bad feelings. No crying.' Isabelle held back tears. She knew her mother couldn't help it. 'Okay.' she whispered. Darius squinted at her. 'I'm sorry? What did you say?' Isabelle looked up, her bottom lip trembling. 'Okay. Get it over with then.' Darius grinned hungrily, and immediately tilted Eleanor's head into his, locking her in a kiss. His left arm slid down her tight body and squeezed her right buttock. She groaned and pressed her lush body against his, melting into his embrace. He relished in the feel of her two pillowy breasts pressing against his chest, and began to rub the front of her dress, the orange fabric the only thing between him and her soaked panties. Eleanor gasped, sheepishly glancing over her shoulder at Isabelle, who was sat totally rigid in her chair, her face pale. Eleanor's eyes fluttered shut and she moaned as Darius sucked at her neck, arching her throat to expose more soft skin. 'Darius-' she managed in-between gasps. 'We shouldn't - really. Not in front of, mmmh, Isabelle.' 'But at this moment, you're too horny to care, aren't you?' Eleanor shivered, hitching up her knee and pressing her leg against him, her dress becoming taut between her legs. 'Yes…' She marvelled at how he could possibly know more about her than she did herself. She began to grind against him, every caress from her thigh onto Darius' yearning member sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. Darius held her slim waist and pulled her rump towards his groin, and his hands roamed her front, massaging her two firm globes on her chest. She sighed under his touch, throwing her hair back, her golden hooped earrings glittering in the light. Unable to tear her gaze from her daughter, she kept her eyes ahead as she found Darius' hand and gently guided it between her legs. Isabelle's breathing was shaky as she watched the scene unfold, the room beginning to fill with the intoxicating aroma of lust and arousal. Her throat was becoming dry, and her loins began to ache with a dull warmth, and for once she was grateful she wasn't allowed to touch herself, worried that, given the choice, she wouldn't be able to resist. Isabelle tried to concentrate on something other than the wanton display before her, but the hot, submissive, feminine form displayed in front of her seemed to deny the existence of anything else inside the room. It's not like I can help it. The female body was made to be desired[i] she thought. Suddenly a panic gripped her. [i]Where did that thought come from? That's my own mother, for God's sake. Not some sex object, she assured herself, before once again her eyes got lost in the swell of her mother's breasts, her smooth skin, glossy lips… Eleanor's eyelids closed lazily, as she guided Darius' hand down, down under her tight dress, yes, right there, keep going, until she felt his fingers tracing the outline of her panties. She shuddered, thrusting her pelvis forwards into his teasing strokes, as his other hand gently shimmied her cocktail dress up her thighs, around her wide hips, until she was brazenly displaying her lacy white underwear to Isabelle, whose mouth was lolled open. Ellie knew that something wasn't right about displaying herself to her daughter like this, but she couldn't quite figure out why, especially when it felt so natural. After all, if Darius was doing it, it had to be right, had to make sense. 'Isabelle. Isabelle?' Darius cooed softly. He watched as her lidded eyes blinked and then stared at him. 'I know this has been hard for you, and believe me, I don't want to make it any harder. Remember-' a small buzzing came from his pocket, distracting him momentarily. 'Uh, remember how I forbade you to pleasure yourself, under any circumstances?' Isabelle whimpered softly. She knew what was coming. 'Please Darius, don't. I don't want to. This is…' she shuddered. 'This is so wrong.' Darius smiled pitifully. 'If it's so wrong, then why are you playing with your breasts?' Isabelle's blood froze. Her hands were at her sides, gripping the chair. She was sure of it. No. No, no no no no this can't be happening, this can't be- she looked down dumbly, already knowing what she was going to see. He's lying. I don't even - oh no. Her fingers were lazily tracing circles around her nipples, the firm nubs making indents in the black fabric. Her cleavage was clammy with sweat, her two tits almost bursting out of her dress. She let out a frustrated moan, but didn't stop rubbing the sensitive buds, blushing in embarrassment. It's true. I can't control myself. Is Darius right? Am I just a stupid, horny slut? She squirmed in her seat, not knowing whether she was frustrated with herself, Darius, or not being able to touch herself. 'It seems that rule has done more harm than good, so I'll offer you a compromise. You can touch yourself, but you're not allowed to climax. Do you want that?' Isabelle whimpered, sweat breaking out on her forehead. Her mother was still entranced, her body pressed against Darius, gazing up at him adoringly whilst her hand rubbed the hard outline his cock made against his trousers. She looks so happy, thought Isabelle. Her fingers delicately stroked and massaged her breasts, pinching her tender nipples, creating waves of pleasure that lapped away at her thoughts. If only she could stroke her pussy, relieve her yearning passion, just for a little bit - maybe she could clear her mind, think properly about what she was doing. Before she knew it she was crying 'Please, please, yes, I want it, I want it so badly.' 'That's all I needed to hear, Isabelle. Go ahead.' Isabelle's breathing came in ragged gasps as her body responded to Darius command, and her skin tingled as a shudder of delight swept through her in anticipation of blissful release. Isabelle cried out, warm juices leaking out of her needy pussy and trickling down her thigh, her legs quivering. 'Oh, fuck' she muttered, unable to think to say anything else. How am I this desperate? A soothing, pleasant sensation suddenly radiated from between her thighs, and she realised that her fingers had found their way under her dress and were now sliding back and forth across her moist slit. Where are my panties? I put... I must have put them on...why would I...I'm sure… Did she really choose not to? Or was it another one of Darius' commands. She hoped to God it was the latter. Is this it? she mused in her stated of intoxicated arousal. Is this all I am? An oversexed slut, a sex slave to depravity? She couldn't help but admit that a small part of her enjoyed the naughty thrill, the helplessness of it, the delicious- No. This isn't me. I'm not like this. I'm not like this. Fuck but I'm horny. Darius took his juice smeared fingers out of Eleanor's snatch and held them in front of her lips. She leant forwards and sucked them slowly, all the while unable to break eye contact with her daughter's lewd display. Eleanor suddenly looked at him and pulled herself onto the edge of the table. 'Darius,' she said huskily, whilst tugging down her panties, almost translucent with moisture. 'I can't wait anymore. Fuck me. Now.' She kicked them before his feet, and spread her legs. Her body was evenly tanned and totally hairless apart from a fine tuft of pubic hair forming a triangle around her glistening snatch. Jogging had kept her body in good shape, and Darius admired her tight, curvy form before kneeling before her. Darius buried his tongue into her slit with zero hesitation, clutching her buttocks and pulling her pussy into his face, nudging her clit with his nose. Amidst cries of delight and abandon Eleanor hitched up her dress and threw it to the floor, until she was totally nude apart from her hooped earrings and cute orange pumps. She tossed her luscious blonde hair behind her earrings, which were bouncing and glittering in accordance with her throes of pleasure. Darius' hands retreated back and deftly undid his belt, his cock springing forth as he removed his trousers. He felt a vibration in his pocket, but decided to ignore it. Ellie held her breath as Darius stood up and positioned his rod at the entrance to her pussy. He nestled the head in between her soft pink petals and began to thrust slowly, the silky walls of her pussy massaging his stiff rod. He fucked her there on the table, eliciting a series of adorable soft moans and whimpers which eventually grew into clipped, high pitched cries, and then she was screaming Yes! Yes! Yes! as she rode the wave of her climax. Eleanor dreamily drifted out of her rapture, still able to hear the desperate and lust-fuelled cries of her pleasure still echoing in her mind. She threw back her head and massaged her breasts, and suddenly realised that the sounds weren't coming from her. She blinked and focused her eyes in front of her, where Isabelle was groaning in frustration, her fingers rapidly pumping in her sopping cunt. Her sweaty skin was flushed and her cheeks were a charming crimson, her eyes lidded and dreamy. She was moaning utterances of lust to herself, blissfully unaware of anything else. 'Isabelle...' her mother murmured. 'Isabelle wants you' Darius said breathlessly, 'She wants your tongue' '...Not...right…' She replied. 'My own...daughter…' 'But, mmh, it is right.' he grunted. And Eleanor realised that it was. It was that simple. She was sure it had been wrong, or something - she couldn't quite figure out how - but of course. It was right. It just was. She gently pushed Darius away, and slid off the table. Darius ran a hand through his hair. Every fibre in his body screamed at him to keep fucking Eleanor, but he had to see this play out. This had the potential to be the hottest thing he had ever seen. He leaned back, pale knuckles gripping the table, his throbbing member aching and pulsing in front of him. Isabelle's eyes grew wide with panic as her mother knelt before her. She wanted to scream at her mother to stop, stop it, it wasn't right, she didn't want this. But Isabelle was gripped with a fear that in fact she did want this - and that unless she got her mother to stop, she wouldn't be able to resist. 'Issy...Issy...you don't look so good…' Eleanor tenderly rubbed her knee, and smiled when Isabelle's legs began to spread ever so slightly. Isabelle made no resistance as her mother gently pulled her dress to the side. She was now almost fully exposed, her left hand knuckle-deep in her pussy and the other gripping the chair. 'Mum...no...we can't…' she cried softly, her pussy oozing girl-juice under her mother's hungry gaze. 'You look so sore…' Eleanor murmured, ignoring Isabelle's protests, totally entranced by Isabelle's energetic strumming of her slit. Her daughter's pussy was raw and pink, her hooded clit protruding desperately. It begged to be touched, to be loved. She gently pulled Isabelle's legs apart. There was a small puddle in the middle of her chair. Isabelle shook her head weakly. 'No...please...this isn't right…' Tears welled up in her eyes. Eleanor frowned. How strange of her to say that, when it so clearly was. 'Oh honey, you're all sexed up and horny. You can't think. Let mummy do the thinking.' She leaned in slowly, feasting her eyes. 'Let mummy eat your yummy pussy.' Isabelle shuddered, and felt her mother's warm breath on her moist slit, involuntarily thrusting her hips forwards. This is so wrong, so dirty...Oh God, so illicit, so taboo, oh fuck, it's so hot. I need it. She reached out her hands to push her mother away, but her fingers became trapped in her silky smooth hair, and now she was pulling her mother's head into her drooling pussy, and now she was suckling on her clit...'Oh God…' Isabelle groaned as she pulled her mother's face deeper into her snatch, before crying out in ecstasy. 'Yes! Mummy!' The last syllable lengthened into a scream of delight, the dirty obscenities fuelling her arousal. 'Oh fuck, lick me, please! I'm your horny little girl, yesss…' She likes it just like her mother, Eleanor thought. She had fooled around with girls when she was younger, but it seemed like all the tricks Michael regularly used on her worked on Isabelle too. Isabelle had been so close, and now she was pushed over the edge, lost to the rapture. Her thighs quivered as Eleanor eagerly lapped up her juices, each lick sending shockwaves of pleasure from her clit. Isabelle released a string of wordless grunts and moans as she rode the wave of ecstasy, rode her mother's eager tongue. It was the best pleasure she had ever experience. As she settled back down to earth, tucking a curl of dishevelled hair behind her ear, her blushing face broke out in a smile. 'I can't believe you...we did that.' She knew she had been panicked, or worried...or something, but as her mother smiled at her lovingly with girl-cum stained on her pink glossy lips, she couldn't remember why. Oh yeah. That's my mum. That makes it wrong or something. Isabelle was glad she could remember as her melted into her mother's kiss, her passions inflamed by the taste of her own fluids on her lips. 'I've waited so long to make you come.' Eleanor murmured in her ear. 'You like it when mummy makes you come, don't you?' Isabelle nodded enthusiastically, before reaching out and fondling one of her mother's breasts which hung alluringly before her. She heard Darius cough, and she looked past her mother to see him standing there, his cock achingly hard. He's all horny, someone needs to suck his dick or something, Isabelle thought. Eleanor slid off her daughter, the illicit sensation of Isabelle's smooth, feminine flesh sending ripples of pleasure across her skin. She took her daughter's hand and pulled her off the chair, and then pulled Isabelle's dress up her body and threw it to the floor in a dishevelled heap. Ellie's eyes roamed adoringly over her daughter's body, who proudly thrust her chest forwards. 'You think I'm pretty, don't you mummy?' she asked quietly, guiding Eleanor's hand to her pert breast. It felt wrong - but it also felt so right. She'd just let her own mother eat her out - if there was a time to have reservations, it wasn't now. Besides, she knew her mother liked her body, so there couldn't be harm in simply admitting it, right? Especially when it gave her such a naughty thrill. Eleanor thumbed her daughter's nipple delicately, Isabelle squirming and giggling in delight. Darius coughed again, louder this time, and Isabelle rolled her eyes in response. Both women had apparently mastered the art of the strut as they walked towards him, hips swaying delightfully. They knelt down before him, but as Eleanor took his cock in her hand, Isabelle stopped her. 'I'm not sure why I'm doing this.' she said, a nervous edge in her voice. 'You're my mum...and I know it should feel wrong. It just makes me feel so...good.' Eleanor nodded. 'Yeah?' Isabelle bit her lip. She wanted to be proven wrong, have thing explained to her coolly and rationally. Why didn't Eleanor understand? 'Why don't I know why it's wrong?' she whined. 'Honey, I don't know what you're talking about - but maybe you'll find out after sucking some dick.' Isabelle wasn't sure how that would work, but when she felt Darius' cock brush against her lips, she couldn't think of anything else but to take his member in her lips and begin to suck greedily on his shaft. Her mother was right - this did put her mind at ease. What was she thinking about? Darius groaned as Isabelle's head bobbed back and forth, her skillful tongue swirling around the sensitive head, Eleanor massaging the base. He was so close to erupting already, and was struggling to withhold his climax. Suddenly he felt his balls boil over, and he pulled back, grunting as spurts of warm semen coated Isabelle's chest as Eleanor pumped away at his engorged member. Two pairs of bright eyes sparkled up at him as he climaxed, painting Isabelle with his cum. He slumped back onto a chair as Eleanor started to massage the dribbling semen onto her daughters nipples. 'We wouldn't want any to go to waste, would we?' Isabelle shook her head, eagerly receiving a jizz-coated finger and sucking it between her lips before leaning in to kiss her mother. 'Did you work out what you were worried about?' Eleanor asked, pinching a nipple. Isabelle squirmed. 'Uh, no. I don't think so.' She was sure it was something important though. Embarrassing? Maybe. Nothing seemed to quite make sense. She guided her mother's hand back to her nipple. Much better. Darius cupped Isabelle's chin and tilted her adorable face towards him. 'Isabelle, you've done so well. I can't wait to see how you get on in your third and final challenge.' Third challenge? What for? Being a slut? She hoped she'd done well. She briefly remembered a conversation they'd had, but she remembered having her brains fucked out at the time and was struggling to remember what was agreed. 'Huh?' Darius frowned. 'What we agreed, remember? You successfully complete 3 challenges and I remove your mental conditioning.' Isabelle looked confused. 'Mental conditioning?' Think Isabelle, think! You're looking stupid in front of your mother and your boyfriend. 'Oh yeah.' she replied dumbly. She didn't have a clue what he was talking about. Darius sighed. 'Isabelle, don't you remember? I made you a slut and now you have to prove that you're not.' 'But then why am I doing all these things? Like letting my mother eat me out, and fucking you all the time? Surely that makes me a slut.' Darius stared at her. 'Are you saying you've lost? That you'd like to be a slut forever?' Something in Isabelle's mind screamed at her. 'No, no.' she replied hastily. 'I don't want to be a slut. I'll do your third challenge.' She couldn't quite work out what she was saying, or whether it made sense. She tried to gage his reaction. She wasn't sure whether she agreed with what she had just said, but it felt right. Am I saying the right things? Oh please don't be angry. Darius raised an eyebrow. 'Sure? You can always change your mind.' He walked to his trousers and pulled them up his legs. Eleanor's mother gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up. Isabelle shivered, something was nagging her. 'No. I'm...sure.' 'Shame. Oh well, I'm sure you're up to it. Do you know Miss Green?' Isabelle nodded. Miss Green was a new teacher at the school, a woman in her 20 somethings who had immediately landed a job as an assistant teacher straight out of university. Now she worked full-time at their school, and had quickly become one of the most popular teachers there, especially among male pupils - for a couple of large, round, alluring reasons. 'I know her. I have her for biology.' 'Good. Because I'd like to get to know her a lot better. I'm meant to have a…' he felt a buzzing his pocket. Who the hell is texting me? Don't they get that I'm busy? 'I have a detention with her on Tuesday, but this doesn't really fit my plans. I feel as though it may be necessary to renegotiate. It would make me very happy if you would make her open to anything I might suggest. Does that sound doable?' 'And then I won't have the mentally - no wait, mental concentrat…uh, thing that makes me a slut?' 'Once all is said and done, yes.' He opened up his phone, half expecting to see a series of increasingly more frustrated messages from his mum - that he'd forgotten to do something, or was late, the usual - but instead saw that he had over 20 snapchat notifications. They were all from Scarlett. 'Okay. I'll-' Isabelle was interrupted by the doorbell. 'Daisy!' 'She'll want to see us…' muttered Eleanor. Darius grinned. 'Then you two better get yourselves cleaned up before she arrives. Remember, Eleanor, that other people won't be very accommodating of your relationship with your daughter. It's best to keep it secret.' He couldn't be sure how hard she had been listening given the fact that now that she was slurping up the rest of the stains of their lovemaking off Isabelle's chest. They descended into a heap on the floor, hair flying, giggling wildly as Darius left the room and made his way out the back door.
Introduction: Amber's new life is just beginning when she gets kidnapped. My name is Amber, I'm 18 years old. I lie awake in my bed that night, wearing only a bra and underwear, because it was the very beginning of fall, and my room was so hot because of my damn skylight. Moonlight spilled into my room from my open window. I sighed, and took off my bra and underwear. I was completely naked now. Like my mother, I had a curvy body. Unlike my mother, I had huge boobs and a big ass. Sure, my mother had a big butt and boobs, but I was even bigger than her. The other differences between me and my mother, I was virgin - I was glad that I was though- I had long black hair, with blonde highlights, my mother had pretty brown hair, I had green eyes, my mother had icy blue eyes. I still live with my parents even though I'm 18 because, I paid for my own college tuition. My parents said if I paid for my own college, than I could live with them until i finished college. I was going to be an actress. I reached over next to my bed and grabbed my iPhone 6+. I looked at the time, 10:47. Then I saw the battery, 1%. I turned off my phone with a sigh. I heard moans and sexual noises coming from downstairs and knew it was my parents. They had an extremely active sex life. My mother and father both loved sex. I felt a nice breeze coming in from my open window. I started to fall asleep. I awoke from my sleep when someone was carrying my naked body down the side of my house. I looked at the face, but it was covered by a mask. I tried to scream, but found my mouth was duct taped shut. I was shoved into the backseat of a car. The duct tape was removed from my mouth. My hands and feet got untied. My kidnapper also got in the backseat, and undressed. The car started to move. "You're my newest sex slave, Amber." he said to me. "Now do as I say. If you don't, than you won't like your consequences." He said. And with that, he started to make his cock go in and out of my mouth. "Amber, suck my dick." He said. I sucked it hard. I started to taste something salty and bitter, and started to groan. "You like my cum?" he asked me. I groaned in response. He started to make his cock go faster and harder in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping against my cheeks. He finally took out his dick when we arrived at our destination. He duct taped my mouth shut again, and tied up my arms and legs. We were at a huge mansion. My kidnapper carried me inside. The moonlight cascaded over our naked bodies. When we got inside, he removed the duct tape, and the rope, then brought me to a room with a bed. "What's your name?" I asked the man. "You will call me master, but my name is, Mark." he said. Mark turned on the light, and I finally got a really good look at him. He had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a very long cock. It must've been about 15 centimeters. "Lay down, on the bed." said Mark. I laid down on the bed. "Now flip over so your ass is facing up." he demanded. I flipped over. I then felt Mark's long, hard dick slide into my ass. He started to go in and out, and he started to cum inside of me. Mark turned off the light. "Go to sleep." he said. Then, as I began to close my eyes, I felt his hard dick slide back into my ass, his balls touching my ass cheeks, spooning me. I woke in the morning with Mark carrying me somewhere. "Oh good you're awake." he said. "Follow me." he said, and put me down. Mark was wearing only a pair of boxers. I followed him to a room. He chained me to the wall by my left ankle. I looked around the room. I saw many other girls, some older, some about the same age, all naked. A different boy came up to me. He had black hair, and brown eyes. "Hello, what's your name and how old are you?" he asked me. "My name is Amber, and I'm 18. What's your name and how old are you?" I asked him. "My name's Jack, but you will call me master, and I'm 29." he replied. Jack unchained me and brought me to another room with a bed. "Do as I say." Jack said, when we got into the room. He took off his boxers, and then I saw his dick. It was about 10 centimeters long. "Lay down on the bed, and spread your legs as wide as they'll go." Jack ordered. I went to the farthest end of the bed, laid down, and than I spread my legs as wide as I could. Jack got on the bed and started to crawl towards me, his eyes on my pussy the entire time. "Ahh, your a virgin." Jack said when he got his eyes close to my pussy. Then, he started to finger me. It felt kind of…. Good. He shoved 2 of his fingers deep into my pussy, and I moaned. He started to suck and lick my pussy. I groaned. Then, my hips buckled, my eyes squeezed shut. I had cummed. Jack swallowed up my cum, then made his tongue go in and out of my pussy, first slow, then fast. "Open your mouth." Jack said, when he finished licking my pussy. I opened my mouth, then I felt Jack's hard dick go into my mouth. "In and out, suck it." Jack ordered. I sucked his cock, hard. He went in and outta my mouth with his dick fast, his balls slapping against my cheeks. Then Jack cummed. It tasted even better than Mark's! ~To be continued
Introduction: Noah experiments with magic. Stamina Noah spent the next morning roaming the village. Before he made any decisions, he wanted to know what this town had to offer and what endeavors it could support. According to his maps, Clive was far from the nation's capital, out in the boondocks. Nevertheless, it had a strong economy, with many professions one might not expect in such a rough area, like gold and silversmiths. In fact, it seemed to thrive on tourism, but no one would ever come out here on vacation. Instead, they came for the natural resources. Clive had a river for water, some farmland for food, and a vast forest for lumber, but its top commodity was monsters. As Noah explored the town, he saw numerous adventurers buying food and supplies before going off to hunt and gather. In the early 17th century, the fur trade exploded in Europe, sending countless men out into the wilderness of Siberia and the Americas to find their fortune. Here, the principal was the same. Furs were in demand in the big cities, so adventurers spread out to the countryside to hunt and sell their catch, and where there was an exploitable resource, capitalists were looking for people with money burning a hole in their pockets. His search brought him to the local apothecary, where numerous pots and jars adorned the walls, and different plants hung overhead to dry. He recognized several plants, but many were new to him. An old woman ran the shop, watching Noah like a hawk through the smoke from her pipe. It filled the air, along with several different kinds of incense. No sunlight was allowed in to preserve the plants and potions on display. "Anything I can help you find?" "Do you have potions to help restore mana?" "Yes. I sell them in three qualities at a price of five, ten, and twenty bronze coins, but you have to buy the bottle as well if you don't have any of your own. Look to the shelf behind you, the blue potions." He examined the vials, three cork bottles with blue liquids, each one a different shade. There was no telling how useful they were. He didn't know how much mana they could replenish compared to the amount of mana he had within him. And the color shade, was that because of the presence of a specific ingredient that increased its potency? Or were they just watered down? "What about health?" "The red ones, above them, and we also sell bandages. However, those are only for showing my wares. Simply tell me what you want and my granddaughter will retrieve it from the back room." These potions, how did they work? They were a plant-based concoction, but could magic be involved? The idea of learning how to create potions appealed to him, but that plan wouldn't go anywhere if it required a special kind of magic. "I'll take one of each type, both mana and health. I'll buy the bottles." The woman relayed the order to someone in the back room without ever taking her eyes off Noah. A young girl appeared behind the counter, carrying a tray of six blue and red potions. Noah paid and stowed them away in his bag. "You know, if you have trouble collecting the ingredients, I could help in exchange for a discount." The woman cracked a smile, seeing right through him. "How nice of you to offer! But my son does excellent work." 'So, she doesn't even want me to know the ingredients. Oh well, I have ways of finding out.' He left the apothecary and breathed the fresh morning air. The sun had broken free of the horizon, and while it was still early, the town of Clive was now fully bustling. He returned to the inn, where Tin was waiting in their room. "I got the potions." "Master, you shouldn't bother yourself with such tasks. It is my duty to run your errands." She was getting clingier; he had been noticing it steadily progressing. When they first met, she hardly said a word, usually only speaking when necessary, such as to acknowledge orders or warn him that something was attacking. As time passed, she got more inquisitive, now doing whatever she could to help him. She would try to do tasks before he could, no matter how minor, like opening doors for him and retrieving anything he reached for. It was starting to get annoying, such as during breakfast, when she tried to feed him like he was paralyzed from the neck down. But it made her happy, so he went along with most of it and appreciated her affection. "I'd prefer to get a read on people before sending you to run errands like this. I'm better at detecting scams then you are. Since I now know the price of the potions, I can make sure that woman at the shop doesn't try to overcharge you." "So what are you going to do with those potions?" "Now that we're finally in a safe place, I'm going to begin experimenting with my magic, and I need your help for that. Because there was always the threat of monsters, I never allowed my mana to fully deplete, so now I can start pushing my limits a little." He pulled out the three mana potions and put them on the table. "I'm going to cast my illusion and not stop until my mana is completely used up and the spell comes undone. I need you to monitor my health during the process." "Master, forgive me, but I'm not a healer. I don't know how to do things like that." "It's easy. While I'm invisible, I want you to hold my wrist and observe my pulse while counting to a hundred over and over again until the spell breaks. If I should lose consciousness, pour one of these potions down my throat and place my hand over my eye to make sure the spell is cancelled. Should my pulse or breathing stop, there is a procedure I'll have you perform called Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation, or CPR for short. Lie back on the bed and I'll show you how it's done." She took the position, and he leaned over her, making her blush. He placed his hand on the center of her chest and felt her become tense. "I can feel your heart beating. Should mine stop, you'll need to press down on the center of my chest in rapid thrusts." He stacked his hands and gave a few downward shoves. The rhythm of his pushing, the way it forced her deeper into the mattress, reminded her of something, and seeing the look in her eye, he knew what it was. "You'll want to do that thirty times. Then, you'll need to pinch my nose, and blow air into my lungs." He lowered his head and kissed her. She replied enthusiastically, her breath fluttering, and not because he was pinching her nose. Noah got on top of her. "Of course, when you do it, I expect you not to use so much tongue. You'll give me two deep breathes, then do another thirty compressions. Repeat the process until you feel my heart start. Understand?" "Yes, Master," she whispered with a dreamy look. "Good. Now, to make sure I only use up my mana, I need to completely drain my physical stamina. Care to help me with that?" ----------- To the enjoyment of some and the annoyance of others, Tin's moans were heard throughout the inn. Not only loud, it was incessant. Aside from some short breaks, her voice continued to bounce off the walls, even with the sun now at the highest point of the day and everyone downstairs eating lunch. Noah was battering Tin from behind on the bed in their shared room with relentless intensity. She no longer had the strength to remain on all fours and instead had her face pressed to the sheets, which were now sticky with their combined fluids. Every slam he delivered would make her cry out in euphoria. She didn't know how climaxes he gave her nor how much of her master's seed flooded her body, but each event threatened to rob her of her consciousness. Regardless, she fought through, doing everything she could to remain awake so that she could continue to please her master. "Am I hurting you?" It was a question that none of her previous masters had ever asked while they violated her. They didn't care about how much pain they inflicted on her unless making her suffer was their goal. To hear it from him, such kind words, they nearly made her cry tears of joy. He asked her frequently, each time earning a passionate kiss from her. He wasn't hurting her; instead, she had never felt such pleasure, but she was so tired, her body at its limits. She didn't understand how he could go so long and exert so much force. He was far too young to have amassed this kind of experience. His intensity even frightened her. He acted so that only pleasure assailed her, but if she angered him, if the demons of sadism possessed him, could she survive? How had this all started? What was the reason he had given? She could barely remember; it felt like so long ago. Oh, that's right, he called it exercise. He asked it of her, but had he demanded it instead, invoked his authority as her master, she would have been no less excited. It fulfilled her to finally show her dedication in the only way she could. He depended on her, trusting her to fulfill his expectations, and she was ready to devote her body to that cause. Her muscles begged for rest, but her soul didn't want it to end. She wanted to wrap around him like a snake so he could never leave and instead continue using her until the end of time. At this point, Noah had fully immersed himself in the act of passion, aware of nothing but the physical world. The feel of Tin's body, her wetness and soft flesh around his cock, the taste when their tongues curled around each other when they kissed, the smell of her womanly essence as he brought her to climax, the sight of the sweat glistening on her body as he made her writhe and moan, he bathed in those sensations. He felt little affection for her, but at least physical sensation could quell the ancient maelstrom in his mind, let him shut off his brain and truly feel again. His soul, so starved and without bearing, was like cracked desert clay now becoming fertile with the spring rains. His physical stamina, something that Tin was ready to label as inhuman, was just as much mental as physical. He knew how to work through the pain with so many lifetimes' worth of experience. He was no stranger to the anguish of exertion and learned how to ignore it. He couldn't perform any dramatic feats of strength like some superhero, but he knew how to properly oxygenate his blood for maximum output and how much force his muscles could exert without suffering detrimental damage. He was digging deep for strength and harnessing every calorie and spark of energy, and while he wasn't on the level of a bodybuilder, he had built his physique through a workout he had mastered over several lifetimes. He shuddered as he emptied himself into Tin. After all this time, he couldn't imagine having any sperm left. His soreness was approaching unbearable levels, but he didn't give in, even though his erection was fading. Instead, he grabbed Tin by the shoulders and pulled her against him, his lips joining hers. She was nearly delirious, the last of her strength going to her tongue, now swirling around his mouth. His hands went to town on her, massaging her modest breasts and stirring up the cum in her pussy. Tin was so tired, and her throat was sore from moaning, but the way Noah tickled her clitoris and bullied her nipples still made her whimper in bliss. He'd do this after every orgasm, keeping her busy while slowly regaining his erection. However, his manhood had thrown in the towel as his stamina hit zero. He let go of Tin, and she fell back onto the bed. Her eyes were blank from exhaustion, but she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, putting herself on display and letting Noah see the semen overflowing from her womanhood. "Master, I can continue. Please, keep using my body however you wish. I'll do whatever you want me to." "No, that's good. You were perfect. I can't even work up the strength for a single thrust." He reached into his bag and pulled out the weakest of the three healing potions. Even that task was almost beyond his reach. He might as well have just won the Tour de France. "Here, drink this." She was too tired to move, so Noah put the bottle to her lips and let some trickle down her throat. She was soon revived, her body no longer trembling. So, blue potions restore magic stamina, and red potions restore physical stamina. "If you're hungry, eat fast. I need to begin performing this experiment immediately." As he spoke, his stomach roared like thunder. He fell back on the bed, dizzy from exhaustion. "Master, what about you?" "I can't, yet. I need to measure only my mana, and if I eat or do anything to recover my physical strength, it will skew the results." "Are you sure you want to do this? The more you describe it, the more dangerous this seems." "It probably is dangerous, but I don't know how my mana reserves compare to an average magic user my age, and this is fastest way to increase it. Now, don't let go of my wrist and start counting as soon as I become invisible. If my heart stops or there are any signs that my health is deteriorating, give me both a mana potion and a health potion, then perform CPR. Remember: thirty compressions and then two breaths. You got that?" "Yes, Master." Noah put his hand over his eye and disappeared in front of Tin. However, Tin could still feel his wrist and warmth in her hand, which comforted her. Upon the spell's activation, Noah could feel his mana depleting. It was a strange fatigue, like he was bleeding to death. He focused on restricting the flow of mana to just his body so that nothing else would get caught in his illusion and waste mana. It was why he left the job of timekeeping to Tin. From his experience, he could maintain the illusion for about three minutes before his motor functions declined too far for him to fight. He didn't know if that was good or bad, but he could sense that limit shifting. From there, his thinking and physical strength began a rapid decline. Noah fought with everything he had to stay conscious, even when he could no longer keep his eyes open. His consciousness soon sank into a rift where he could feel his mana continuing to deplete but couldn't feel his own body. Then, he began to feel his mana regenerating, and his consciousness started to bubble back to life. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at Tin, whose own were filled with relief. "Master," she whispered, clutching his hand. "So, the spell came undone. How long did I last until that happened?" "I managed to count to a hundred almost four times. Then when you became visible, I gave you the potion. Your heart slowed, but it didn't stop, and you kept breathing." "So, while with my physical stamina is completely drained, I can maintain the spell for about five minutes before I pass out. At full strength, I can maintain it that long while still being able to fight. This is good, I'm in perfect condition to get the best benefits for stressing my mana, and since my heart and breathing didn't stop, I don't need to worry about suffocating. Either that potion will wear off or it'll manage to replenish all my mana, but whichever happens first, I'll start again immediately after." He gave himself time for the mana to recirculate through his body. He checked his reflexes, physical strength, and mental processing. True, he felt half-dead from exhaustion and sore all over, but he knew what real damage would feel like. Complete mana loss felt like bleeding to death, so it was always possible that being drained of it for too long would have similar effects on his body, like blindness or muscle death. There was no telling if the health potions could mend those kinds of injuries. Nothing appeared to be wrong, so he returned to the bed. "All right, we're going to keep doing this." That was how they spent the day. Noah would expend all of his mana through his illusion, Tin would wake him up with a potion, he'd check himself for damage, and then they'd start all over. He sent Tin out multiple times to buy more potions for him, and they even experimented to see how much they could water it down while still providing sufficient rejuvenation. His physical stamina slowly recovered, but Tin was eager to wear him out. As the day rolled on, Noah's body begged for food. The rumbling of his stomach and his disorientation concerned Tin, but he refused any sustenance for a good reason. Each time he performed the process, he noted his mana reserves increasing. He didn't know what mana was, but without physical stamina to soften the blow of depletion, he could stress his capacity and production. As night fell, Tin once more arrived at their room, despondent. "Please forgive me, Master. The herbalist had closed down her shop for the night and wouldn't even open her door." "For the best, I imagine, considering how she started throwing stuff at you last time. We've probably bought up all the supply that she's willing to sell us." "So what now?" "Now we have dinner. I think that if I pass out again, we'll have to resort to healing potions to wake me up." "I can have it brought up to us." "No, let's go downstairs. I'm rather sick of this room and need some fresh air." He tried to sit up in the bed, but even that was beyond him. How long had it been since he was this drained of strength? He had starved to death a few times in the past, but he couldn't remember the last time. Even his mind was on the verge of shutting down. He tried to get dressed, but his body wouldn't obey his will, and Tin had to help him. It reminded him of all the times he was in hospice when the nurses had to do everything for him while he waited to die. "Sorry," he said. She smiled, something she was doing more and more frequently. "You need not worry, Master. While I was never the servant of any great nobles, I heard that this was a duty that their maids often performed. Simply imagine that you are a great viscount, or even an earl." "What about a duke?" he asked with a chuckle. Having helped him put his shirt on, she leaned against his back. "Yes. I'm sure you will someday even become a duke." Now fully dressed, they left the room, though Noah had to lean on Tin for support. They could hear the rowdiness of the guests in the dining room, singing songs and knocking their mugs together. Then, as the teens appeared and made their way to their table from the previous evening, the clamor wilted with all eyes on them. There was some hushed muttering, with several people whispering to their friends to inquire about the silence. Noah and Tin took their seats, the bar as quiet as a graveyard, then the innkeeper showed up with their dinner. It was chunks of meat carved from a wolf, and Noah's portion was larger than anyone else's. "I'd say you earned it," the large woman said coyly. On cue, a man at the bar with a beard down to his belt raised his mug. "Hail to the young king! He who could make even a succubus beg for rest!" The bar practically exploded, with people of all ages swarming their table to pat Noah on the back, congratulate him on his skills, and beg him for advice and wisdom. Many women flirted with Noah and invited him to join them for the evening. Noah even saw one female adventurer holding back her friend who was trying to approach with a hungry—or rather "thirsty"—look in her eye and a broad smile on her face. Tin also got plenty of attention. Everyone wanted to know who was struggling to keep up with who, which of the two was the insatiable one. The women who could not ensnare Noah would turn to her, asking for details while voicing their jealousy. In the background, the guests began singing songs of wooing women and romantic tales, with the regular activity of the bar becoming a raving party. Noah sat there with an awkward smile, annoyed that his plans to keep a low profile had gone up in smoke but amused with the situation nonetheless. Tin, too nervous and embarrassed to say anything, simply hung her head while her face turned red as a tomato. ---------- It was close to midnight, and Noah, having regained his strength, made his way to the dark apothecary. He carried a lantern with him, but its flame, like Noah, was invisible to anyone and anything, and the road remained as dark as it would be without his presence. He had shrouded it in his illusion as a way to test himself. If his mana slipped, the light would escape. After the day's training, the mana expenditure was next to nothing. He had already passed the five-minute mark and didn't feel dizzy. With a few more days of training, he might be able to maintain the illusion for an hour or more. He reached the store and went to work picking the lock while sending his mana into the door. Wrapped in his illusion, the door made no noise, even when he opened it. A few guards patrolled the town, but they wouldn't have noticed him, even without being invisible. He entered the store and thinned the mana around his lantern just enough to release a faint light beam. There were plenty of valuable materials to steal, but Noah and Tin's suspicious behavior would have left an impression on the old woman, and she'd assume they did it. He could have just killed her and taken whatever he wanted, even wiped out her family to be safe, and anyone who suspected and came after him. From the moment he discovered his magic, he had thought of all the ways he could use it, both bad and good. It would have been so easy, he kept reminding himself, but that wasn't the life he wanted to live, even if it was one he would have lived in the past. Instead, Noah searched the shop for books and potion recipes. He did find plenty of compounding equipment, which he memorized for replication. He moved beyond the store and into the woman's home. She lived as everyone else in this world: rustically. All light was natural or flame-based, perishable food was salted and kept in jars, there was no running water, and all the tools were pre-industrial. It still reeked of potions and herbs, but that smell was probably difficult to confine to the shop. He came across a large wooden chest set against the wall and, after picking the lock, got it open, revealing his prize. The old woman kept her book collection neatly arranged, providing Noah with all the answers he needed. In this world, information was as crucial for survival as food and water, so until society invented the printing press, books were worth their weight in gold. Despite the tantalizing knowledge at his fingertips, Noah went straight for the potion books. He looked up essential health and mana potion recipes, memorizing the ingredients and processes. Finding satisfaction, he removed all traces of his visit and left the apothecary. The next day's arrival brought Noah and Tin out to the woods to gather herbs and hunt monsters. Buying all the potions yesterday had taken a big chunk of their finances, so Noah wanted to gather some materials he could sell. He had asked around the tavern the previous night and found out the most valuable parts of monsters. He also learned some interesting facts. "Summoned by magic?" "Yes sir," said the bartender as he used a dirty rag to clean a glass. "If you're really lucky, you'll manage to see it happen. There are magic circles scattered across these lands, absorbing mana from the air and using it to summon beasts. About a quarter of each monster race is created by magic. And not just monsters, woodland animals as well, from the deer to the birds. Shouldn't you know that by now if you're going to be an adventurer?" Noah remembered his fights in the forest, the monsters that seemed to be shrouded in mana. "Huh, my country didn't have anything like that." Despite it being true, it was used as a lie. Ignorance of basic facts would give him away and make people suspicious, so he was hesitant to ask about anything involving magic. He couldn't expect much from this world's level of education, but a man with no knowledge of magic would probably stand out like a man in the 21st century that had never seen electricity before. At least claiming to be a foreigner would excuse most errors. He just had to hope he didn't meet up with any international merchants before he got more information. "Where do these magic circles come from?" "According to legends, there was a war between the gods and the spirits of nature. The spirits used their magic to summon armies of creatures so that the gods' minions could never walk the earth, and that magic remains to this day. Some believe it is a weapon against mankind, meant to halt our expansion and exploration into new lands. But, on the other hand, many believe it to be the work of troublemakers that got their hands on some kind of illegal magic, spreading the magic circles to create havoc. Many times in history, areas have been declared monster-free, only for the creatures to return. Even islands get plagued with monsters despite being swept clean. It's why many turn to adventuring; the steady income from hunting monsters and the reliable food source." As Noah thought back to the conversation, he heard movement nearby. Bursting from the undergrowth, an adolescent wolf lunged at Noah and Tin. Noah was quick on the draw and managed to slash the monster on the shoulder with his longsword. It landed behind him, slightly limping but showing no signs of giving up. Instead, it flashed eyes full of bloodlust while it snarled and foamed. Tin hurried behind Noah, as per his orders, while he stared it down. If he cast his illusion, he could quickly kill it without it ever seeing the attack coming, but today, Noah was sharpening his combat skills and refining his swordplay, so he needed to face his enemies without hiding from them. Besides, monsters that lost track of him often turned their attention to Tin. Noah made the first move, charging while swinging down at the wolf's other shoulder. It jumped to the side to dodge, but Noah widened the angle of the slash as he brought it down, turning it into a diagonal attack. Then, chasing the wolf with his swing, he managed to cut into its flesh. The wolf, infuriated by pain, pounced from a high angle, aiming for Noah's head. Noah sidestepped out of the reach of its claws, raised his blade, and delivered an executioner's chop to the back of the neck, severing its head. He didn't drop his guard and scanned the area, searching for any other wolves in hiding. He could detect none. "Clear." That was his signal to Tin. With Noah keeping guard, she went to work on the wolf, removing the valuable parts like the skin and specific muscles and organs. It was messy work but worth the effort. She stored everything in her backpack and several other pouches and bags, along with Noah's bow and other adventuring supplies. Since Noah was doing all the fighting, the job of pack mule fell to her, or rather, she insisted on it. Once she had gathered the best pieces, they set off again. In the old world, many would disapprove of letting so much of the monster go to waste, but the race couldn't go extinct, and something else would come along and eat it. Minutes after they moved on, Noah caught sight of something ahead, zooming between the trees. "Tin, step back." Noah readied himself, his sword raised as the blur approached. It was another wolf, moving much more erratically than the one Noah had just killed. It lunged for him, and he sliced off its head. It was relatively easy, as if the creature's mind was scattered. Perhaps it was rabid? But as he turned to examine the corpse, he realized he had broken a cardinal sin. An arrow was in its hind leg, meaning that this beast had already been claimed. Two young women appeared, having sprinted a great distance and now gasping for breath. Noah had seen them before at the inn. One of them, a black-haired archer, had attempted to talk to him the previous night, but her friend, a blonde with a staff, stopped her. "Sorry about that. It seems I took your kill." Neither woman responded, leaning on their knees and looking like they were about to collapse. Noah looked to Tin and nudged his head towards them. She got the message and approached with a waterskin. "Here, drink this." The blonde gratefully took the water and drank deeply, then handed it to her friend. "Thank you, both of you. We were so close to giving up." "I kept trying to grab it with my magic, but it was fast, even with an arrow in its leg," said her friend. The archer looked at them and gained a wide smile. "Oh, I know who the two of you are!" Tin blushed and averted her gaze. The magic-user looked at them and sighed. "Good God, not again." The archer extended her hand to Noah. "I'm Beth and this is Mira, VERY pleased to make your acquaintance." Noah shook her hand. "I'm Noah and this is Tin." "You took care of that wolf so easily! With skills like yours, we would love to team up. What do you say?" "Sorry, but I'm still refining my skills and gaining experience, and I feel it works better when I fight the battles alone, but maybe in the future we could team up. Have you two been adventuring long?" "Kind of," said Mira, "but not against monsters this large and fast. We each came from areas where the fighting was a lot easier and numbers were thinner, but we weren't making enough money and decided to try moving out here for a while." "You said you tried slowing the wolf down with magic. If you don't mind me asking, what kind? I can't use it myself and I don't know much about it." "Oh, well I'm a mage, so I can conjure and control elemental magic, specifically the earth, like this." She turned away and looked into the distance. Rings of sandstone-colored light appeared around her wrists like halos, and Noah could see diagrams and runes of an unknown language. "Earth Bind!" She raised her staff and then slammed it into the ground. There was a pulse, and the dirt came undone like there was an animal tunneling just under the surface. It shot across the forest floor, and thirty feet away, there was an eruption of earth, with hard-packed soil forming jagged shapes that converged like a closing flower. Anything caught within it would get held in place, even stabbed if they moved around the wrong way. The displaced earth that created the spikes produced a pit, just in case anything tried to duck. "Yeah, I can see why it wouldn't work in this case." "What? Why?" "Well we're in the forest. The ground is riddled with roots holding it together, so it takes a lot of time and effort to gather the soil and form it into those spikes. Also, you're going for fast prey with good reaction speed, so as soon as they sense the attack, they'll move before it fully activates. So I assume your strategy was for Beth to injure it with the arrow, keeping it from moving while you cast your spell?" "That's right," said Beth. "And then you finish it off with more arrows, right? Keeping your distance from the enemy is an excellent strategy to minimize risk. However, in this kind of environment and with this target, you'd need to change it up a bit. I suggest using poison arrows or at least some sort of paralytic agent. That way, even a low-damage hit will slow it down. I'd also recommend using a larger bow for more penetration. Mira, do you know any other spells?" "I can create a dust cloud and send stones flying." "But nothing close-range? That'll be a problem if there is more than one enemy or they get within striking distance. I suggest you work on learning a spell for melee combat, and Beth, get a sword. You also should find another member to join your party, sorry I couldn't be that person. They'd have to be able to pin down the enemy in one location for your arrows and magic to be able to hit their mark." Beth and Mira swarmed him with desperation in their eyes. "Please reconsider joining us! We need someone like you, desperately!" Mira said. "You can even keep most of the money! And if that isn't enough, I can pay you extra in nighttime fun!" Beth added. Noah hadn't expected them to get so worked up and wanted to back away, only to realize Tin was standing behind him. She was tugging on his shirt, giving him her basset hound eyes, though he couldn't tell if she was trying to convince him to change his mind or tell him they were better off on their own. "Sorry, but I can't. I'm really trying to focus on training. I'm sure you can find a struggling swordsman who's desperate for a party to join and would fit right in with you two. Tin and I have to get going. You were first to injure the wolf, so the body belongs to you. We'll see you later." He and Tin set out, waiting until Beth and Mira were out of earshot to talk. "Was Master… interested in those two?" Tin asked. "Well, the idea of forming a party is appealing, and their long-range abilities would definitely help out. However, I'd prefer to operate away from prying eyes for the time being. I didn't sense any evil intent in them, but there is no telling if they can be trusted or not. But I'm glad we ran into them, it gave me a chance to study elemental magic a bit." They continued through the forest, hunting for monsters while trying to avoid other adventurers. Along with battles, they also stopped to collect herbs. Noah was always playing through the potion recipes in his mind. Then, when noon arrived, they stopped for lunch by the river. Their food was slightly better than the stuff they ate before reaching Clive, in the sense that the bread wasn't quite rock-hard, and the meat had actual flavor. However, it was still disappointing compared to a hot meal. Their water came from the river, first filtered through a survival straw that Noah made. After they ate, Noah pulled out all the plants they had gathered. He picked three plants out of the pile; branches of blue strawberries, several feet of a vine with square leaves, and an orange moss. "Of the recipes I saw, this one is the easiest and doesn't require any specialized tools. Even if it doesn't work, it will still be good practice. We just have to grind these up with a ratio of 5:2:7 and mix them together with some water." They gathered stones from the river to use as makeshift mortars and pestles and went to work. Laboring side by side, Noah noticed a slight smile on Tin's face. "This reminds me of making lye at the waterfall," she said. "Hopefully it won't have the same effect." They mixed the ingredients and poured them into the three potion bottles from the apothecary. Next, they added some fresh water, and Noah could see the concoction glowing. Whether or not this potion contained mana or simply sped up the natural rejuvenation process, it appeared the necessary chemical reaction was taking place. "Good, now to test it. I think this will be the perfect opportunity to see what my next spell is." It was very slight, but Noah could see Tin's excitement. "You should move back. If this second spell is anything like my illusion, you probably won't be in danger, but it's better to be safe." Tin moved back twenty feet, and Noah put his hand over his right eye. The effect was instantaneous, his mana draining faster than his first spell, and this time, he could feel something happening to him. His body felt weightless, and his limbs were moving of their own accord like jellyfish tentacles. His vision seemed distorted like he was seeing doubles. If his concentration broke for even a second, he felt like his limbs and head would just float on their own. Noah dropped his hand and staggered, nearly falling like the first time he tried it back in the woods. Every movement he made had to be performed as though walking on a tripwire. He was shifting from side to side, struggling to remain in control. While this would have been a great thing to do while attending a concert or watching a funny movie, it was far from practical in battle. "I'm definitely feeling something. How do I look? Can you still see me?" "Uh… I think so. How… are you doing that?" "Doing what?" "Master, look at your hands." Noah, through great difficulty, raised his palms and looked at them. He blinked and squinted several times, trying to see through the afterimages floating around them like an aura. Had he touched some bad mushrooms and then breathed in the spores? No, wait a second… These afterimages weren't some blurry silhouettes; they had crystal-clear details. They were like exact copies trying to occupy the same space. Noah moved his arms around, watching the copies follow the originals. They were illusions! He stopped moving his real arms and tried to move the copies. He thought about it and envisioned it happening, but only when he gave up and tried to raise his real arms did the copies obey and fulfill the action. It was only a second before they returned to their original place, but he had gotten them to move. It took several minutes of repeated attempts before he figured it out. Halfway between thinking of moving his arms and actually harnessing the physical strength within them to create that movement, there was a point where he could move the copies. He was soon moving the illusionary arms however he wanted, with Tin watching at a total loss. His mana started to run low, so he canceled the spell and leaned on his knees. "Master, what was that?" "An illusion. It appears that my left eye can conceal my real body, while my right eye can create a fake. I can control it similar to how I move on my own, but it requires a lot of focus. Hand me a mana potion, will you?" He downed one of the potions and then lay down on the ground and reactivated the spell. "Watch this." Tin could immediately see it on his face, the exertion and focus he was putting in. Her attention was drawn elsewhere, as a second Noah seemed to rise from the first like two cells dividing. For Noah, it was an out-of-body experience. The illusion stood up, performing every movement that Noah would have made. It was complex beyond words, leaving him drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Everything involved in standing had to be acknowledged, from the muscles supporting his head, all the way down to the muscles in his feet as he tried to stay balanced. He had to visualize not just the movement but the sensation of moving. The clone stepped forward, every movement clunky and unnatural, like a cheap robot. The clone turned to Tin, who was utterly bewildered and even frightened. Finally, the clone opened its mouth. It sounded like radio static at first, but Noah managed to speak through the illusion. "U-u-u-u-i-i-i-I cueolemfr-cuernlk-caern cont-cont-control it." ---------- For the next three weeks, Noah and Tin worked out a routine of expanding Noah's mana reserves and going out to hunt, one day inside and one day outside. Everyone in the inn became aware of the pattern, as every other day, Tin's moans filled the building from breakfast to lunch. It became quite the story around town, with many people coming to the inn to see if the rumors were true. Tin would rob Noah of all of his stamina, and they'd perform the drain and replenish process with the mana potions. The next day, they'd gather herbs to make more potions and materials to sell while continuing to cultivate Noah's combat abilities. To deplete his mana, Noah experimented with his second spell. He focused on perfecting the clone's movements and speech for the first week. He tried to get it as normal-looking as possible, having it walk around the room and imitate various actions. Unfortunately, since it was just an illusion, it couldn't touch anything or affect its environment, and while he could speak through it, he couldn't see with its eyes or hear what it heard. Unless it was in sight at all times, he was piloting blind. Strangely, Tin said that the clone had the same smell as him, while when he was invisible, his scent was concealed. Despite being only made of mana and light, it had a unique presence. He spent the next week learning how to move his real and fake body simultaneously. He started small, first with finger movements, then limb movements, then upped it up to having it walk around the room while he stood by the bed, which was surprisingly tricky with all of the muscles required to remain standing upright. By the end of the week, he and the clone could walk simultaneously. In the third week, he added his first spell to the mix, moving the clone around as he performed a task while invisible. Unfortunately, the mana expenditure was massive, so much so that it became more difficult to tell how much progress he was making. Despite that, they proved to be a golden combination. The clone could act as a perfect decoy, while Noah would attack in his invisible form. His first spell didn't just make him invisible; it affected whatever object he touched, concealing and creating illusions to hide any changes he made, like footprints. These spells were more than just bending light. It seemed like they were two halves of a single spell. Noah went around town to gather information about the country, magic, and monsters when he wasn't training. Unfortunately, the results were far from bountiful or reliable in a little backwoods village like this. He would have to move to a bigger city to get better-quality information. The Utheric capital would be his best bet, but it was weeks of travel, and preparations had to be made for a journey like that. Try as he might, it was hard to remain unnoticed. Rumors about him circulated through the town, with people he had never met knowing his name. He would walk down the street, and women would wink and blow kisses, even trying to seduce him. Men would smirk and nod in approval as they passed by to display respect. Even the old lady at the pharmacy would tease him. When Tin went out, she'd wear a hood to conceal her identity. It wasn't an ideal situation. If he was to be known throughout the village, he wished it would be for something a little more heroic. Please comment! Tell me your thoughts!
Introduction: 2 teens start flirting on the way to a photoshoot The initial advert for models had returned a few promising emails complete with pictures. Advertising in the local community website kept the cost down, when travelling to meet those prospective models. 19 year old blonde haired Sharon replied with a photo taken with her camera phone. The usual picture taken with the arm stretched above her head showing blonde shoulder length hair, and overly large breasts in her 5'4 slim frame. Not the prettiest girl, but the photograph showing her breasts in the almost too small bra had me hooked. When she mentioned her prettier friend Claire also wanted 'to be a model' it was a bonus the shoot may not be a waste of time. Sharon arrived at the cafe with a large holdall and wearing a bright loose top; her light blue denims encapsulated her bottom perfectly, and would surely feature in my future fantasies. Within 10 minutes we were each drinking coffee and waiting for her 'always a little late' dark haired friend. Boy, I would have waited a lifetime to meet this 18 year old beauty. Claire was a little taller than her blonde workmate, wearing similarly fitting denims, but a smaller and tighter bottom, her skin tight tee-shirt displaying the top of her modest breasts through a mesh panel. What the waitress thought of this 44 year old man with 2 teenagers as company was anyone's guess. We travelled the 20 minute journey to the shoot location in my old car with Sharon sitting next to me and Claire becoming a distraction in my rear view mirror. Throughout the journey both girls flirted with me, Claire being the main culprit. At the location, a municipal park with secluded woods at the furthest point from the car park, the flirting carried on whilst we carried our respective bags towards the grassy area just short of the woods. With a couple of test shots taken to check light levels etc, both girls discussed the clothing that they had brought, and we settled on denim shirts and denim shorts. Sharon opted to wear a short denim skirt, and proceeded to remove her top showing a pink bra, while I lay a blanket on the grass, and organised my tripod, and lenses on my cameras. I looked up when Sharon asked which colour of bra to wear under the shirt. With the option of showing her underwear in the shoot I then asked what colours she had and proceeded to look through her lingerie, picking a black lacy see through bra. 36D the label said, and within a moment Claire was at my side offering a choice of 2 black bras for her to wear. "Not that I need them with my A cup tits "she proclaimed. I picked the fancier of the 2, a half cup with padding and Claire promptly removed her tee-shirt before asking me to turn round. When the girls were dressed I proceeded to shoot both girls in various poses and then asked Sharon to follow me towards the woods where I continued to shoot Sharon eventually removing the shirt with her tits almost bursting out the almost too tight bra. At one point I was crouched down and Sharon lifted her skirt and flashed her black panties and laughed, "Hope you didn't get that, it's not for the camera". When I replied that I had missed, she done it again pulling her flared skirt up this time with both hands, for several seconds, thus giving me a lovely view of her pussy wrapped around the crotch of her black panties. I snapped away capturing perhaps 5 or 6 frames before she asked me "is that for wanking over later?" "Yes, I replied" The next couple of shots consisted of Sharon holding her tits and me moving towards her finally standing in front of her about 18 inches away. When I changed cameras, and proceeded to picture only her head and shoulders I suddenly felt her hand on my cock, for a brief moment. "I knew you'd get horny looking at my tits" Suddenly Claire appeared and asked me if she should change, interrupting the atmosphere that Sharon had created. Sharon said she had done everything she could and would now move over for Claire. Claire needed more direction, and the few times we stopped to show her the recently taken pictures she snuggled close to me to view the screen on the camera. Claire was less keen on removing her shirt than Sharon, but agreed to unbutton her shirt and denim shorts and lower the zipper on the shorts for that sexy shot. I found it unusual when she offered to lower the shorts a little and show her panties, and commented that her boyfriend would love these pictures she commented "It's for you, I've not got a boyfriend" within seconds Claire had stood up and pulled her shorts down showing me her panties, and proceeded to pull her black panties down to the top of her young slit, displaying a little line if hair almost 1 inch broad. "Hurry up I don't want Sharon to know anything about these" "OK, turn around and I'll get your nice bum as well" I replied. Within 2 minutes Claire had pulled her panties and short up and then asked if I could shoot her tits as well without Sharon knowing about it. "Sure I'll send her back to the car, if you want" When Sharon next appeared she had a bright red bikini top on with tracksuit bottoms on and an unfastened top. Her tits looked amazing and both Claire and I watched her in awe. Sharon was dispatched to the car for a nonexistent make-up bag and suddenly Claire removed her bra, showing me a pair of A cup tits with puffy nipples. "Quick before Sharon comes," and I promptly snapped away, changing between my 2 cameras for different effects. "You probably don't like them after seeing her big boobs" Claire remarked and I replied that they were lovely. "You can feel them if you want, that's what you photographers do. Isn't it? Touch up models." she remarked, and I was there instantly. Cupping her left tit with my right hand, my thumb naturally rubbed at her puffy nipple and found it hard. I reached down with my head and kissed her nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I could hear Claire encouraging me to suck it harder and felt a hand on my head. I found her other tit with my left hand and played with the nipple while reaching down into her open shorts to cup her pussy, struggling to get my fingers into her panties, I suddenly realised her panties were wet and hot. I now concentrated on Claire's hot pussy, grinding my index finger into the widening gap between her lips. Suddenly Claire screamed in my ear and pushed my hand from her pussy. "That's the first time someone else has made me come" she said gasping. Within seconds Claire had her bra covering her small tits and was asking me to fasten her up. Sharon arrived very shortly and Claire followed her discussing their bikinis. When I arrived at the spot where the clothes were sitting, I found Claire removing her bra and telling me to "Turn round pervert" and promptly removed her bra. Sharon stood in front of Claire between us and the opportunity to watch the young girl that had climaxed on my hand less than 5 minutes earlier was gone. I wandered away from the girls and sat and studied the pictures of Claire before removing the memory card. "We're ready pervert, you can come now" I heard Claire shout, before laughing with Sharon. When I approached the girls, they had matching red bikinis on, however only the tops were different sizes, with both girls wearing little more than small triangles barely covering the flesh where pubic hair would normally cover. The girls turned around and their bum cheeks were covered more decently, yet still showing more than hidden. 2 bamboo mats were placed where the blanket had previously lain, and the girls promptly gathered some props including sun lotion. Within minutes the girls were rubbing lotion onto their young bodies, and my cock again returned to semi-erect. Shooting the Claire rubbing lotion into Sharon's back while both girls sat up was somewhat arousing, and suddenly Claire's hands were inside the triangles of her blonde friend's bikini. This carried on for perhaps 2 or 3 minutes before Sharon commented that her bikini would soon be see-through. When Claire asked why, Sharon returned "Because you're making me horny again stupid" "I rubbed myself off in the car, that's why I took so long" "You should have asked Gary, I'm sure he would have done it for you" Claire laughed teasingly, "he's been staring at your tits all day" she continued before pulling the bikini top up and over Sharon's large tits exposing large dark areolas and inch long nipples. Her large tits moved slightly without drooping, and I approached the girls cautiously. "Don't take pictures of this" Sharon told me, but let me continue towards them. "I want his cock first" shouted Sharon, "you're a virgin, another 10 minutes waiting won't hurt" she laughed at her now embarrassed dark haired friend. "Put the cameras away, and then we can have fun, but I want to see you lock your case" Sharon shouted almost aggressively. Within 2 minutes my cameras were locked away in their aluminium case and the numbered dials were spun. Claire was first to grab at me as I sat down, and locked her lips upon mine, with her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I felt the zipper of my denims being undone and a warm hand tugging at my semi aroused cock, forcing my foreskin back sharply. Breaking my kiss with Claire, I looked down to find Sharon with the buckle of my belt in her mouth, pulling at it severely. Meanwhile it was Claire that had her hand in my underwear, grasping my quickly growing cock. I had wrongly thought it was the more experienced Sharon. I reached again for Claire and continued our erotic kissing, enjoying sucking her full bottom lip into my mouth with my teeth before feeling her tongue thrusting into my mouth. Our kissing was disrupted by Sharon, asking me to tie her hands together with my belt. "Tie my hands together, make me struggle and fuck me. Claire, you help him holding me down" I was taken aback, I had never considered coercion in my love making before, but before I knew it Claire had tied Sharon's hands together and had promptly sat upon her friend's arms which were now stretched out above her head. I removed my denims and underpants, and reached towards Sharon's bikini covered pussy when suddenly she started kicking her legs wildly. At this point Claire grabbed one of Sharon's legs and pulled it towards the struggling girl's chest. I grabbed the other and held it down with my left hand and leg, using my right hand to reach for the bikini bottom. "Just tear them off, I'll give her mine" said Claire I tried tearing at them and they refused to break, however they had released her almost clean shaven pussy to my eyes, and holding them to the side seemed an easy compromise. After licking several fingers, I pierced Sharon's pussy with 2 for a minute or two and returned the fingers to my mouth, enjoying the sweet tasting juice. I returned my fingers again into Sharon, spreading the thickening lips before aiming my solid cock into the hot wet pussy. After forcing my cockhead into the girl, I suddenly felt the tightness of her and realised that I would have to force myself several times before entering her fully. At my second thrust Sharon bit my shoulder and realised that her right leg was curled around my waist. She released her mouth from my shoulder and pounced at my mouth and forcing her tongue towards my gritted teeth. I was confused for a few seconds, until I heard Claire encouraging me, "Fuck her harder, she loves it" I thrust in and out continuously, eventually leaving just the head in before thrusting back in again fully with my balls becoming wetter from both my sweat and juices from Sharon's pussy. After a full 10 minutes of fucking this young blonde, I was close to coming when a Sharon again sank her teeth into my shoulder and shuddered through an orgasm. The pain I felt pushed me over the edge, and I climaxed into this young girl, thrusting several times before my cock wilted. Feeling weak, I proceeded to lift myself from Sharon, and sat and smiled at Claire. Claire immediately grabbed at my cock and squealed when she discovered her friend's juices on her hands. Returning with make-up wipes Claire started to clean my flaccid cock, pulling back my foreskin and tickling my sensitive head, and with delight encouraged the blood to flood to my recovering cock. Sharon crawled around me and kissed me lightly on the lips and thanked me for fulfilling her fantasy. Although scorned me for not being rough enough, and Claire for not sitting on her face. Claire was immediately embarrassed, and continued wiping my cock delicately. Sharon recognised Claire's embarrassment and explained it away as a joke. I wasn't so sure, but said nothing. When Sharon asked Claire if she was ready to lose her cherry, Claire asked Sharon for privacy, and suddenly wrapped her legs around my waist and told me to continue where we left off, forcing her lips again onto my mouth and thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I reached around Claire untying the bikini top, and reached again for the puffy nipples that I had earlier suckled. Twisting and pulling at the nipples brought my cock to its full size, and I felt the throb of blood vessels as Claire grabbed at me with both hands. I felt the legs remove themselves fully from my waist and Claire was now on her knees facing towards me, with her head inches from my throbbing cock. I knelt up, and suddenly the head of my cock was tickled by Claire's wet tongue. "I've never done this before, but I've watched it on the internet" she proclaimed. I felt a sudden tightness on my cock as Claire tried her best to place the head in her throat. Suddenly, Sharon was at my side, with a hand under my balls. "Press here Claire; it'll stop him coming too soon" Suddenly the mouth had been removed from my cock and I had 3 hands reaching and probing around my balls, resulting in my cock losing some of its hardness. Sharon disappeared as quickly as she had appeared and soon my balls were being licked by Claire. Both my balls entered Claire's warm mouth individually and soon my cock was in the tight mouth again. Claire continued to suck both my balls and my cock for 5 minutes before asking me to go easy on her. I lay Claire on her back and removed her bikini bottoms which by now were tucked up between her large swollen pussy lips and into her soaking pussy. As I reached forward to lap the sweet juices, a heard Claire ask me to make her come again. Her swollen darkened lips were pulled into my mouth one at a time and also together as Claire gripped my short hair and thrust her pussy into my face. I struggled to reach her clitoris and felt a flood of juices when my tongue tucked under the little hood protecting the delicate bud. Not only was I struggling for breath, with Claire's thighs round my neck, I was nearing climax myself. I heard muffled cries when my head was released and suddenly Claire was pulling at me torso. "You've got to fuck me, please" I had no reason to refuse and asked Claire to crawl over me as I lay on my back. Claire reached between her legs and grabbed my cock; I meanwhile had opened her delicate lips and probed with 2 fingers, thrusting several times before I felt my cock rub along Claire's thigh. The initial thrust into Claire was surprisingly easy, and I somehow expected to bump into a hymen, when Claire informed me "Don't worry, I found my mum's vibrator a couple of months back, I'm not a little girl" Although tighter than her friend, there was plenty of natural lubrication in Claire's pussy to maintain an even thrusting action, as I forced Claire back and forth whilst holding onto her shoulder and also her bum cheek. As my hand gripped her bum cheek Claire leaned onto my shoulder with her head and asked me to play with her bum hole, grabbing my hand and helping me aim a finger into her tight sphincter. My dry finger forced a squeal and as I brought my hand up mouth to lubricate my finger, Claire reached out with her tongue and I placed my index and middle fingers into her mouth. On the 2nd attempt my middle finger was enveloped in the tight hole and Claire orgasmed loudly thrusting herself down and back on my cock several times before showering kisses on my neck and then my mouth. When she asked if I had also come, and hearing I had not she immediately climbed off turned round placing us into a 69 positing and placed my cock in her mouth. I came almost instantly when I felt the tightness of her throat against my cock head. Claire flinched when I place a finger into her pussy, complaining of tenderness. Within a couple of minutes Sharon was helping Claire clean herself with make-up wipes and the dressing in the clothing she had arrived to the photoshoot in. The girl's clothing was packed away by the time I had found my clothing and dressed and we made our way to my parked car. In the car, Claire asked to sit next to me and placed her hand on my thigh, almost all of the way home. Sharon confessed to having a crush on Claire, and Claire admitted being envious of Sharon's large tits, but didn't want her first sexual experience to be with a girl. When I mentioned our fun when Sharon disappeared, Sharon admitted watching for a minute or two before letting us finish. I met Claire a week later at her home to pass on the DVD with ALL the pictures I had taken on the photoshoot and Claire pounced on my cock with her mouth before letting me fuck her doggy style and coming in her tight pussy, while fingering her bum hole. She confessed that Sharon had been visiting her pussy daily, and a strap on cock had been ordered on line. I have promised to return and capture their strap on fun, when Claire's parents disappear on holiday, when Claire reckons she'll be pliable enough to take me and the strap on for a DP.
Introduction: Jordan takes Christina to buy clothes and she finds herself introduced to lesbianism and prostitution' Jordan and Christina left her house with her locking the door. They got into her car. She noticed her elderly next door neighbor who was doing yardwork watching them. It gave her a thrill as she wondered what the old biddy was thinking about her leaving with a young Black guy at that time of the morning. After they were in the car, Jordan told her to pull up her dress and spread her legs so he could get a good view of her pussy as he drove. She promptly complied. They pulled out of her driveway and drove to a through street and turned onto it until they came to a main street. Jordan tuned onto it. He seemed to try to pull up beside trucks so that their drivers would be able to get a good view of Christina's cunt. He would occasionally reach and stroke her leg or slit. He drove into the black section of town until he came to s small store that sold sexy apparel. After parking, they got out and walked into the store, Jordan's arm around her waist holding he tight. No one was in the store except the female proprietor. Jordan introduced her as his cousin Maddie. She was about the same height as Christina but had wider hips and was definitely better endowed being at least a C cup or mayne a D. "Maddie. This is my new slut, Christina," he said. "I need you to help her pick out some things. You know what I like. I'll sit over here and wait." Christina was embarrassed at being introduced that way, but Maddie just smiled. "Let me lock up so we won't be interrupted while we're shopping," she said. Then she took her hand and led to some racks and shelves where there picked out some dresses, tops, skirts, and underthings. They took them back to a dressing room to try them on. The room had a hanging rack, a table, a mirror which allowed a person to see multiple angles at once, and a day bed. It also had concealed cameras covering the room from various angles that Maddie activated upon entering the room. They put the items down and Christina waited for her to leave so she could begin to try on the garments. But Maddie obviously intended to stay and help. Maddie stepped behind her and unhooked Christina's dress and slipped it off her shoulders and down to the floor. "Oh ho," said Maddie. "Going commando today are we?"Christina didn't know what to do, awkwardly trying to cover her privates. "Lord honey, don't be shy. I see nude ladies all the time. Maybe you're just uncomfortable being the only naked person." With that, she reached down and pulled the frock she was wearing over her head to reveal that she was totally naked also. "I can see you're still nervous. Let me see if I can help you relax." Maddie said. With that, she stepped to Christina and placed her arms around her. She drought her lips to Christina's and began a gentle kiss. Her hands started to caress and knead Christina's ass. Cristina could feel her body begin to tingle as their breasts rubbed together. She had never had sex with another woman before, but this seemed to be a day of firsts. Slowly, her lips parted and she pushed her tongue out to meet Maddie's. She hugged Maddie and then caressed her but she marveled at how Maddie's skin felt. It had kind of a texture to it Maddie guided her to the daybed and laid her upon it. She knelt on the floor and bent over Christina's breasts. She placed her lips around Christina's nipples, alternating between the two. Christina had never thought that another woman could sexually excite her, but it was happening now. Maddie's left hand snaked down Christina's abdomen and over her hips. Finally, it came to rest over her mound. She began moving it in circles and Christin could feel it stoking against her clit. Soon, Maddie put placed a finger in he pussy and began stroking. In and out, continuing to rub her clit. Then a second finger and then a third. Christina was feeling the tension building in her cunt. Indeed, in her whole body. Maddie got up and moved down to the end of the daybed and crawled up between Christina's legs until her head was buried in Cristina's crotch. She began using her fingers to penetrate Christina's cunt. She used her tongue to lick the outer edges of it and exposed her clit to get better access. Christina was beginning to go out of her mind with lust. She'd ways thought that only a man could give her sexual pleasure, but Maddie was demonstrating that to be untrue' Maddie raised her head ab=nd asked. "Would you like me to stop baby? If you want me to continue, tell me what you want." Christina moaned. "Oh Maddie, please don't stop. Lick my cunt and make me cum." "OK baby. But once I do you'll have to do me next. Agreed." "Oh God yes. I promise. Just don't stop." Maddie resumed her licking and stroking. Christina reached down and pulled Maddie's head closer to get the best contact. "Shit Maddie, I'm cumming!" Christina shouted as her juices covered Maddie's face. As the tension left her body, Maddie crawed up her body and gave her a deep French kiss. Once again, Christia was getting a taste of her own sweet cum. "Now it's your turn to pleasure me," said Maddie. Christina was nervous about this. It was one thing to have Maddie to do her because a mouth is a mouth regardless of the partner's sex. But being a woman too and knowing what got herself excited, she felt she could get Maddie off. She gave Maddie a tender kiss and eased her way down the daybed until her face hovered over Maddie's tits. They were indeed larger than hers but proportionate to Maddie's overall figure. She lowered her lips to Maddie's right nipple and gently tongued it. She caressed Maddie's left breast with her right hand while continuing to suck and nibble at the right. She marveled that Maddie's nipples hardened under her manipulation. She felt thrilled that she could have this effect on Maddie and decided it was time to take the next step. She slid on down until her head was positioned over Maddie's crotch. The aroma of Maddie's womanhood was intoxicating. Extending her tongue, she placed it into Maddie's cunt. God, she couldn't believe it. She was performing cunnilingus on another woman. She licked up and down and side to side spreading Maddie's lips wide. She pulled back the hood covering Maddie's clit and rubbed it between finger and thumb, using fingers of her other hand to push into Maddie's pussy. The manipulation was clearly having the desired effect on Maddie as she put her hands on Christina's head to pull her closer, saying " Oh my God, Christina. Eat my black pussy you white lesbian whore!!" Christina redoubled her efforts and Maddie orgasmed. She was a gusher and her juices covered Christina's face and even into her bangs. "Shit honey, you're a natural pussy licker. Come up and let me clean your face." Maddie said. Christina crawled up and soon they were kissing again. Each had a leg between the other's maintaining a pleasant pressure on the other's clit. "Honey, I'd like to keep on screwing with you, but Jordan is waiting for us to come out with you modeling clothes." Maddie said. They got up and Maddie helped her get put on several combinations and Jordan approved them all. The last one was a push up bra with matching crotchless panties, a short skirt and band to cover her bra and left most of her torso bare. "She'll wear this out," Jordan said. "OK,' Said Maddie. "The total for everything is $613.71. How do you want to pay for it Christina." "Me?" squeaked Christina. "I'd have to charge it and Noah would want to know what I spent that much on when he pays the bill." "I have an answer for that. Come with me. Maddie, we'll be back with the money shortly." said Jordan. They left the store and Jordan led her down the block until they came to a bar. Jordan took her inside the dimly lit room. There were lights scattered throughout with the brightest over four pool tables. There was a least 2 dozen men drinking or playing pool. In a loud voice, Jordan announced "This slut needs to raise money. $50 to fuck the hole of your choice." Christina stood frozen. Jordan was prostituting her with total strangers. A massive man approached and demanded to see what they were paying for. "Strip," ordered Jordan. Christina did as he demanded. The man walked around poking her tits, ass, and pussy. "Get up on that table bitch." he said. Christina climbed onto the pool table. He laid $50 on the table and removed his pants and underwear. He climbed onto her and shoved his cock into her cunt. He didn't get far because she was still fairly dry, but he kept probing and she felt herself getting wetter. He managed to get all the way in. It wasn't long before he came in her. A line had formed and the second man put down his money and had her get up on her hands and knees. He reached around and pulled cum from her cunt and used it to lubricate her ass. She screamed as he crammed his cock into her ass. Stroking hard and deep, he slapped her ass leaving red marks on her cheeks. Christina pushed back to meet his thrusts to try to get him off as quickly as possible. Soon he shot his cum into her ass. This went on and on. Each man paid his money and fucked the hole of his choice. Christina lost count and felt totally spent. Finally, the last man finished and climbed off her. Most had cum either in her ass or cunt, but a few and came in her mouth or jerked off on her face or tits. Jordan collected the money and picked up her clothes. He led her to a restroom where she used wet paper towels to clean herself as much as possible. Jordan helped her get dress and they walked back to Maddie's. Jordan counted out the money. There was $1350 meaning she'd been used by 27 men. Jordan gave Maddie $650, putting $500 in his pocket and giving Christina the last $250. "Now you're a professional hooker," he told her. "With your looks, you could get top dollar on the escort circuit. You could quit your job at the library if you want or just make extra on the side. But now, let's get you home so you can clean up properly before your kids get home."
Introduction: My escape leads to more.... I'm pretty sure I had lost him, the benefit of being young and fit but as I sailed through the air after tripping on a fallen log I wondered why I was still running so hard, guilt maybe? I landed with a hard thump, took a bash on the head and was awake long enough to look over at the young couple fucking on their blanket, her legs wrapped round his back, both naked and sexy and staring at me with wide eyes but then it went dark. I woke up on my back, my head resting on a pillow and a cold compress being held on my head by the young woman I'd seen making being fucked. She'd since dressed, was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and had her long red hair in a ponytail. "Easy, you'll be okay, no sign of concussion but you took quite a thump on the head." She said, looking closely into my eyes. "I'm so sorry I crashed your camp, didn't know anyone was out this far." I replied, sitting up slowly. "Keep this on your head, I'll get you some water." She replied. "You were running pretty hard, not from the Police right?" Said the man. "No, um, turns out when the pastor can't find his way to the river to do the baptisms he'll just give up and come back, didn't take to kindly to finding his naked wife with my cock in her mouth. She managed to stall him so I could get away but he had a tire wrench and pretty sure he wanted to beat me with it so I took off." I replied. They both smiled. "Wait, Pastor Collins? His wife Carol is hot, don't know what she sees in that tub of lard." Said the woman. "Well it's not his prowess in the bedroom, I've been seeing her for a few months. Sorry, I'm Marcus, thank you for this and I'm really sorry I interrupted morning fun." I said. "I'm Clara and this is my br.. um, boyfriend Alex." She said. "Well it's nice to meet you both. I should find a way to get back to town, I came with the church group, was meant to be here all weekend but don't think I'll be welcome in the minivan ride home." I said and tried to stand up, my legs didn't like that and I sat back down. "You should rest until you can at least stand, we can give you a ride back later." Said Alex. "Well thank you." I replied. They both busied themselves round their camp, I wondered why they had 2 tents when they were very positively fucking when I first crashed in on them but I soon found out why. "Here, let me take a look." Said Clara. Clara took my compress off and looked at my head then looked into my eyes again. "You have a hard head, you're going to be fine." She said. "You seem to know what you're doing, you work in the medical field?" I asked. "My sister is the best trainee Nurse in the county, you're in great hands." Said Alex, grinning. Clara glared at him and he went back to tending the firewood pile. Clara's face went red and I noticed a tears starting to well up in her eyes when I looked at her. "You probably think we're disgusting now don't you." She said. "I actually think you're beautiful. You should both hear this though, want to know why I was sent away on a camping trip with the church?" I replied. They both stood before me. "Sure." "My Dad caught me having a threesome with my older sister and her boyfriend. I was inside her, missionary like you guys were and her boyfriend was in me, was pretty intense until Dad started yelling." I said. "Was that the first time you'd had sex with her?" Said Clara. "No, we've been having sex since I was 16, I'm 22 now, she's 2 years older. Her boyfriend had to agree not to get jealous since she doesn't want to quit me." "But what can he do, do you still live at home?" Said Alex. "For now, my idiot roommate set fire to the kitchen so my apartment is being remodeled so is kinda his house, his rules." I replied. "What did your Mom say?" Said Clara. "Oh, um, she said for getting caught I've to eat her at least 3 times a week until I move out. She caught my sister and I a few years ago and joined in." I replied. "Wow, we thought we were alone in this." Said Clara. "How long have you guys been sleeping together?" I asked. "Few months, Alex walked in on me masturbating and it just kinda happened. He was my first." Said Clara. "So you're here alone, why the 2 tents?" I asked. "We facetime with our parents every night, they worry but we show them the campground, we have our shotgun too but we came here because it was so far from the new campgrounds." Said Alex. "Right, this used to be camping areas before the highway was built, awesome." I replied. "Well, if you want to stay the night we have plenty of food, we can take you home in the morning." Said Alex. "I uh, sure, if you really don't mind that would be great." I replied. They set me up in Alex's tent and had me stay out of sight when they made their nightly call to their parents, later that evening I heard what sounded like an argument, I was having trouble sleeping so I got up and sat by the fire that was still going and drank my water. A few minutes later, Clara came out of their tent, she didn't see me until she got close but she was dressed in a loose tank top and shorts. She jumped when she spotted me. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." "Oh it's okay, I just needed some air, okay to join you?" She replied. "I'm your guest, please do." She sat staring at the fire for a few minutes in silence then looked at me like she wanted to ask a question, stopped herself then finally did. "May I ask you something personal?" "Sure." "I'm sorry if this is too much but Alex keeps wanting to put it in my butt and he's too big for me there, do all guys want that? That's all he wanted tonight and he got upset with me when I said no. He took a sleeping pill and left me frustrated." "Not all guys but most, you have to take your time, do you even have lube?" "Yes, we use it every time, he doesn't know how to get me excited first." "Oh. Does he at least make you orgasm?" "I... I've only had one with my fingers, never with him." "Holy shit, you were both virgins when you slept together right?" "He said he wasn't but he doesn't do much to persuade me otherwise. Were you a virgin before your sister?" "Yes but she wouldn't let me fuck her until I'd made her cum quite a few times with my tongue and every time I'd have to eat her before I'd even get naked." "That, um, that sounds amazing." I wondered where the conversation was going to go but Clara soon led by taking off her top, letting her 36D's spill out. "Do you think I'm sexy?" She said. "Uh, very much so." I said, almost feeling the blood run to my cock. "I'm not sure Alex does, I have to suck him for ages to get him hard." "Well, you just had to take your top off and I'm already half way there." "Could you make me cum with your tongue so I can teach him?" "Sure but, what about Alex." "He's not my boyfriend and we're just experimenting." "Okay, I'd like that." Clara stood up and led me by the hand into Alex's tent and let her shorts fall to the floor. She pulled my clothes off and kissed me then stopped to close the tent up then pounced me again. She took my cock into her mouth and sucked me, I was rock hard in no time. I stopped her though and had her lay on her back, she opened her legs and I climbed on top of her, she went to grab my cock to feed it into herself but I stopped her and instead kissed a trail down her body, taking time with her nipples until they were both like bullets then kept kissing my way down her body until I was at her pussy. She wasn't fully shaven but I didn't care, I slid my tongue over her lips then slowly licked my way inside, tasting and exploring her. She was getting pretty wet and her breathing heavier, when I started my attention on her clit she started to moan and when I pushed my finger inside her and rubbed her g-spot she gasped 'oh fuck yes' and before long was shuddering to orgasm as I rasped her clit. I stopped and wiped my mouth then climbed up her body, she was gasping for air and was still grinning. "Th... that was f.. fucking amazing." She gasped. "That's just the beginning." I slowly pushed my cock inside her, taking my time to enjoy her. She pulled my face to her to kiss me when I was fully inside and was cumming again after just a few thrusts. I built my pace up gradually and I could swear her eyes were glazed over by the time I got close, she had been cumming every couple of thrusts but I told her I was close which made her cum again then when I pushed in deep and exploded inside her she almost blacked out, gasping that she was seeing stars while my cock pulsed my seed deep into her. When I started to soften I rolled off her and caught my breath. "Is.. is it like that every time?" Said Clara, still catching her breath. "It should be when we have time but most of the time, yes." "Can you teach Alex, he needs to know this if he's going to make love to me again." "Sure. Are you ready for more?" "Oh, I need to rest a little." We kissed softly for a while then she sucked me again then got on all fours, I lasted a little longer but brought her to a few more orgasms before I sprayed what seed I had left deep inside her. We fell asleep together, still naked with just the sleeping bag pulled over us. Next morning we woke to the smell of coffee, Clara opened our tent and woke me up, not bothering with clothes. "Alex, we're going to shower real quick then I expect you in our tent, naked, when we get back." Said Clara. "Uh, okay." He said. Clara and I threw on towels then went down to the portable shower they'd set up near their truck, it wasn't great but cleaned us enough. We dried off and wrapped ourselves in our towels, Clara held me and gave me a soft kiss. "Thank you for last night, you were amazing." She said. "I'm not going to lie, it's not like that with every guy, I love to please so I make sure I take my time, a lot of guys don't." "Well, it's their loss right." She replied with a smile. We made our way back to the tent and Alex was waiting naked as ordered. He was sitting with his legs out, covering his cock with his hands. "So, last night Marcus gave me more orgasms than I've had in my life and I want him to teach you how to give me them too. I love you Alex but I need it as good as his. I'm not trying to make you jealous or anything, I want you to learn." Said Clara, she pulled off my towel then dropped hers too. "I'm willing to learn." He said, looking at my cock. "I'm going to get you both hard first then Marcus is going to show you how to eat my pussy and get me wet so it feels great for both of us." Said Clara. Clara had us both stand before her, she sucked Alex first then started sucking me, I got hard pretty quickly then she went back to Alex. He took a little longer but she soon had both of us standing with our cocks hard and sticking out. She got onto her back and opened her legs, I had Alex kneel down with me and gave him a brief intro to eating pussy. I knelt and watched as he started okay but a frustrated Clara stopped him after a few minutes. "Didn't you listen to what he said sweetie? Explore, taste, enjoy, take your time and listen to my moans, you're licking me like you hate it." Said Clara. "I'm really not sure I do like it, I'm sorry." He said. "Well how are you going to turn me on enough to make love to me?" Said Clara. "I... Can you show me Marcus?" He said. I took his place between Clara's legs and didn't stop until she'd cum a few times, when I knelt up, Clara breathing heavily as she came down from her pleasure, she got up on her elbows and looked at Alex. "Were you watching? Do you see how wet I am now, do you want to try again?" She said. "Can I try something different?" Replied Alex. "Um, sure." Said Clara. Before she could say anything else, Alex leaned over and took my cock into his mouth. Clara stared wide eyed, her mouth open in surprise as he swirled his tongue and sucked me better than she had. I groaned in pleasure, it felt really good but before I could enjoy it Clara stopped him. "Not what we had in mind when we wanted to teach you how to please me sweetie, as exciting as watching you with a guy is, I thought you wanted me." She said to him. "I'm not sure what I want Clara, I love you and have enjoyed having sex but I don't know if I like women the way I should." He replied. "Oh." Said Clara, we all just kind of froze. "Well, like you said last night Clara, he's not your boyfriend. Alex, go shower, I'll talk to Clara for a few minutes and we'll have more fun okay." I said. Alex got up and grabbed a towel and headed to the shower. "I had no idea, I just thought he was awkward and nervous!" Said Clara when he was out of earshot. "Well like you said to me last night, he's not your boyfriend. I want to let him carry on with me, are you okay with it, I promise I'll give you the same as last night when we're done." I said. "I really like your tongue, sure." She replied. "Go get the lube." When Alex came back, Clara hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "You know I love you, I am here for you and fully support anything you want to do. I enjoyed our fun but if you prefer men, I'm not going to be selfish and get in the way of that." She said, he hugged her tight. "Thank you sis, means a lot to me. You're okay with this too?" He said to me. "Sex is sex to me, your sister is sexy as hell, if she doesn't turn you on then you may be right. I was enjoying your tongue." I replied. We got back into the tent, Alex immediately got to his knees and started sucking me, I had softened a little while he showered but he soon had me hard and groaning in pleasure again. He really got into sucking me, stroking my cock with his hand, fondling my balls and swirling his tongue on the tip and before long I felt myself getting close. I warned him but he kept going and I fought to stay standing as my cock exploded in his mouth, spraying my seed down his throat. He didn't stop until I started getting sensitive. I looked over and Clara was touching herself and biting her lower lip as she watched, Alex was already hard and I had a feeling I knew what he wanted next. "Would it be okay to fuck you?" He said, I was right. "Sure." I said with a smile. I got on all fours as Alex lubed his cock then put some inside my ass with his fingers. "Have you done this before Alex?" I said as he fingered me. "No but I watch a lot of gay porn." He said. "It's been a while so take it slow at first okay." I said. Alex did as I asked, he pressed the head of his cock at my asshole then slowly pushed into me. I groaned as he inched into me and soon had all 8 inches of his cock deep in me, his balls resting against mine. I had Clara lay in front of me and as Alex began to thrust I slid my tongue into her and ate her as best as I could with Alex fucking my ass. With all of our moans of pleasure, none of us heard the people coming through the woods and right as Alex started cumming, groaning 'oh fuck yes' as he erupted deep in me, 2 Park Rangers and a dog appeared at the open tent door closely followed by Carol and another member of the church. Alex stopped thrusting but his cock was still spraying into me, the Rangers just grinned then turned away and Carol stood with her mouth wide open, staring at our scene. "Well, looks like he's safe Ma'am." Said the Ranger with the dog. "We thought you'd been eaten by a bear or something." Said Carol as Clara and Alex covered up. "Nope, just me and my brother." Said Clara quietly, only we heard it and laughed. "I'm fine Carol, does your husband still want to bash my head in for letting you suck my cock though?" I replied. "He was angry but I've spoken to him, you should come back with us so we can go home." Replied Carol. "You know, I think I'm good here Carol, my friends here are going to take me home eventually." I replied. "I think we're good here Ma'am, he's safe and that's all we care about. Sorry for the intrusion guys." Said the second Ranger as they walked off. Carol stood for a few more seconds then stormed off with the other church member, I finally got to lay down and let the rest of Alex's cum drain from my ass. "Well that will learn me to close the tent." Said Alex. We spent another couple of hours exploring each other, I had sex with Clara while we let Alex recover and he fucked me again before we showered and dressed. I helped them pack up the tents and the camp then we all drove back in their truck. As we pulled up to my parents house, Clara handed me a piece of paper with her number and kissed me on the cheek. "I'd love to see you again if you want to, we live not to far from here." She said. "I would." I replied with a smile. "Just stay away from that slut Carol for me though." "Sounds like you're claiming me or something." "I don't mind sharing with Alex but not her." "Thanks for everything Marcus, I really enjoyed it." Said Alex. "I did too, see you guys again soon I hope." I said and left. I got in the house to my Dad on the phone, he looked pretty mad, Mom was sitting on the couch with my sister, they both look like they were stifling smiles. Dad excused himself to the caller and sternly told me to sit down. I did so and pulled up the messages on my phone, I ignored the ones from Carol and seen one I'd been waiting for, apartment ready. Dad finally got done with the call and stood to talk to me. "So, not only did you fuck up this family's chance of ever going back to that church but Pastor Collins is threatening to sue you for having adulterous relationships with his wife. I have to go and smooth things over in the morning but right now he's really mad. I send you away to see things in a more pure setting, to be among people of the church and maybe learn how to be wholesome again. How long have you been sleeping with Mrs Collins?" Said Dad as he paced in front of the fireplace. "Well firstly, if you wanted me to have a wholesome experience you sent me to the wrong place. Carol caught darling Pastor Collins fucking one of the new choir boys on video, that pretty boy that works at the supermarket that Mom says is no way 21? Well, she was upset, drunk and wanted me to make her feel wanted again so I did, a lot. I have the video if you want it, will put the lawsuit idea to bed. And 3 months, all those counselling sessions you sent me to after you caught me with Becky would be closely followed by an hour making sure Mrs Collins didn't turn to vodka again. I'm a big boy Dad, I can take care of my own issues, if that fat prick wants to drag you into it then he's showing how far away from a godly man he really is. I'll go talk to him but I won't be setting foot in that church again." I replied. "Are you serious? Mrs Collins is stunning, why would he do that?" Said Mom. "She's only stunning if you don't prefer boys mom." I replied. "I... I'm sorry Son, as much as I can't get past you sleeping with your sister this stuff with Mrs Collins is too much, if what you say is true then you deal with it but I can't have you living under my roof anymore." He said. "Oh fuck off Jack, you're not throwing him out of OUR house because he fucked a hot married chick. Stuff with Becky might not have happened if you'd let them go to sex ed rather than make them grow up not knowing why he got hard when he'd catch her getting out of the shower or why he'd wake up sticky sometimes. This 'holier than thou' bullshit you have going since you started the Shriners is pissing me off and it better quit real fast. Marcus, go talk to that fat prick, tell Carol if she needs a place to stay I'd be happy to let her have your room when your apartment is ready." Said Mom, Dad just stood there stunned. "Will do." I grabbed my keys and left and drove the short distance to the church, I was met at the door of the house by Carol. "What are you doing here Marcus, if Gerald catches you here I don't know what he'll do." She said. "Is he here, it's him I came to see." "What. Yes, he's in the study writing Wednesday's sermon." "Yea well, maybe he'll change it when I'm done, this involves you too, come with me." I said taking her hand. "You! How dare you come here after what you have done!" He said, standing up. "Sit down and shut the fuck up. You're going to listen to what I have to say, you're going to drop any notion at all about suing my family for what I shared with the woman you insult by calling your wife." I said. "And why on earth would I do that, you slept with my wife, you made a mockery of my church and I will not stand for it!" He said, still angry. "Two words Pastor Collins, two words. Derek Mayberry." I said, his face went white. "What, he's one of my choirboys, very bright young man." He replied, clearly flustered. I slowly took my phone from my pocket, pulled up the video Carol had taken, froze the frame on a juicy scene and showed it to him. "Now, I volunteer at the drive through some weekends, I'd hate to accidentally play this among the trailers. Before you say 'I would deny it's me', the audio gets very clear and you like to tell the kid how honored he should feel taking pastor's cock." I said then put the phone away. "Are you going to blackmail me?" He said quietly. "Nope, not my style, you however, are going to call my Dad and say sorry you upset him and of course you'll forget about any kind of lawsuit, you're also going to let Carol decide what her future holds, be it by your side or living in my parents spare room until she finds her feet." "I shall call him right away." While he spoke to my dad on the phone, Carol took me aside. "Are you serious about what you said, I'd have a place to go if I left?" She said. "My Mom insisted I tell you, I'd offer moving in with me but I've a good feeling I'm about to be pretty busy with my new friends soon." "Your mother and I were friends a long time ago, I know she's serious, maybe I'll call her tonight, thank you." "You're a beautiful woman Carol, I didn't sleep with you out of pity. I'll always regard you as the hottest woman I've had the pleasure of being with." "Well thank you Marcus, that means a lot." "I've done as you asked, I'd like you to leave now. I will honor your request about Carol if you keep your word about not playing that video if I complied." Said the Pastor. "I won't say a thing to anyone about it. Bye." I said then left. The next few months were pretty crazy, I moved back into my apartment and called Clara and asked if her and her brother wanted to move in to my spare rooms. Clara and I became pretty crazy about each other really fast and we are talking about moving into one room together. Carol stayed with Mom for a couple of weeks until Dad walked in on them in bed together, Mom invited him to join but Dad flipped his shit and went to stay at our uncle until he calms down. I'm pretty sure Uncle Carl is busting his balls constantly about turning down a 3 some with Mom and Carol but we'll see what happens. Pastor Collins decided he couldn't hide, came out of the closet in front of his whole congregation and left for Mexico with Derek, leaving everything to Carol. Becky joins Clara and I in bed on occasion, mostly on nights when Alex wants to fuck and I'm too worn out but we all have fun. As for me, I think I'll stay away from married women in future....
Introduction: Blinker This was the summer to beat all summers I had taken a job in New Mexico working on a ranch, my job I really didn't know what I was going to be doing. The day that I got there it was like a set out of the movies it looked just like the old west. The man I am working for met me and gave me a nice greeting, now that I look back on it was a little to friendly. Mr. Web showed me where I would be sleeping a nice cabin all to myself then told me about my duties. I then found out that he took in runaway kids to this ranch and help them get back To a straight life. Within two days I found out that this was not the story, that he was making sex slaves out of them and selling the kids off. The third day Mr. Web came to my room one night and said he needed to talk to me about work, I thought oh shit I'm fired. He then told me that he trusted me and He needed help with these two girls to straighten them out. I said okay what do you want me to do. He simply said rape them fuck their assholes and anything else I want to do just don't leave any marks on their faces I could spank them fuck the shit out of them make them drink my piss anything I wanted. The next day he brought one of the girls to me she was about 14 or 15 and said here you are do what you want to. Gail was her name and she acted a little scared and smart ass at the same time. I took her in locked the door and told her we were going to do just what I told her to do. I reached up and started playing with her breast and she kind of like it, I took off her blouse then her bra and told her to take off her jeans she did. When I dropped my pants she saw that I had a 10 in dick and said I can't take that I told her she was going to take it and push her head down on my hard dick. She refused to take it in her mouth till I took my belt and spanked her ass about 12 times she was crying and then begin to suck my dick. As she was sucking my dick I stated licking her pussy and then her asshole my tongue going inside her asshole it tasted good. As soon as my dick got good and hard I turn her around put a little KY on her asshole then shoved my big dick inside of her she screamed with pain which made me more horny I to push that dick up her asshole till it was in about 5 or 6 in she was crying in pain and I loved it I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples hard, it made her hurt worse I stroked in and out till I felt the head of my dick ready to blow off, I pulled it our and shoved it in her mouth and cum begin to flow and it choked her bad but I didn't care I wanted her to hurt. With a mouth full of cum she had to swallow some of it I think that the first anal she has ever had but it won't be the last she loved it. As she was laying on the bed crying I told her to shut up are get her butt whipped she keep crying so I got the belt out again this time I laid her on her stomach and tied her hands to the bed then begin to whip her ass. Every lick she begin to cry more and her ass got red it was hurting her bad I told her to start being a little more polite and she would not get hurt as much crying she said okay. As she laid there tied to the bed I begin to get another hard on and pushed her up on her knees then begin to fuck that cute your pussy of hers it was tight and felt good almost as good as her asshole and she was enjoying being fucked at this time asking me to give her more till I got about 8 inches inside of her and then when she started to cum I pushed the other two inches in she scream with joy and pain she was starting to like it. After we finish fucking for a while I told her I was there to make her get off that smart ass act she was on and to straighten up I told her the better she was the less pain she would have. I was surprised when she asked for me to fuck he ass again I believe I am liking this now and then she slipped her mouth over my dick and started sucking. I keep her with me all night and fucked her ass three or four times by the next morning. When Mr. Web came by I told him what I had done and he said that is just what he wanted I was going to be a big help around here. The next night he brought Gail back to me and stayed while I fucked her and he got naked himself to join in as she was sucking my dick he was fucking her. When we got done he told me to tie her to a chair and let her watch. The next thing I knew he was rubbing my dick and had a hard on. Mr. Web told me to relax and he went down and placed my dick in his mouth and begin to suck me it felt good then he pulled off turned me over and begin to finger my asshole, I really liked that it felt good the next thing I felt was his dick sliding in my ass it hurt at first but then it felt good I liked having my ass fucked as he was fucking my ass I reached between my legs and rubbed his balls the were big and hi had about eight inches of dick and most of it was in me it felt real good his hand was stroking my dick till I was ready to blow then I felt my asshole begin to fill with his cum it felt good hot and smooth He left it in till he was drained the as he pulled it out I had to jump up and head for the bathroom I no sooner sit on the toilet and I started to empty his cum and a load of shit it was just like a Emma. Gail just watch in amassment as what was going on. While I was in the bathroom Mr. Web untied her from the chair and force her in the bed and make her lick his dick clean from my asshole. This went on all summer where he got these girls and what he did with them after I never knew are did I want to know, I just had a good time that summer with all types of girls to fuck anyway I wanted to fuck them from 13 years up to 17 and to put your dick up a 13 year asshole is quiet a good feeling I guess I like putting pain on a woman or girl and enjoy watching them hurt then begin to enjoy the ass fucking they get. Plus putting your big dick deep in their mouth and making them swallow your cum. I also like for them to lick my asshole and place their tough deep inside of me. Every once in a while we would get two girls at once and teach them how to eat pussy and make love to each other. One night Joyce was in my room and she could take every inch of my dick and would swallow a load of cum, but what I liked best form her she would have you take a shit on top of her and want you to rub it all over her then fuck her in the ass afterward she would lick my dick clean and enjoyed it. Joyce liked to have her asshole licked and my tongue slipped inside of her she would just moan when I did this and beg for more Joyce was 16 had runaway a year ago and has learn the ropes of being on her own, she knew who and when to fuck. She also liked having her ass fucked. Every few nights Mr. Web would come by and help in fucking the young girls plus he would fuck me just as well and I liked that as I liked licking his asshole and sucking his dick. Every once in a while a short bus would pull up and take 6 or 7 of the girls away I never knew what happen to them, the rumor was they were sold as sex slaves or for porn movies but what ever when a few left another bunch would come in and I liked that so we would have fresh meat to break in. I always started fucking them in the ass first. My hard dick made it easier to slip in, it hurt a lot but I didn't care I just made them get use to it. On one load that came in a 15 year old boy arrived this was the first boy that we had in the ranch as far as I knew he looked wild eyed and scared but he had a right to be scared if he had any idea what was going to happen to him. I got the first shot at him I brought him over to my hut and sit him down, I ask him if he knew what this was all about he said he had no idea that he had runaway and was picked up by the police then was sent here to be reformed he said I told him that we taught people how to act when they told to do something I mean anything they were told to do they had to do it or be whipped, he looked scared. I told him just follow orders and he will be okay. I then ask him what kind of sex life he has had. He told me he had sucked a few mens dick for money and had fucked his girlfriend at 14 before he ran away Because his dad made him suck his dad off and his mom just liked to watch. I told him he would get fucked a lot here and be ready for anything that I would be fucking him first and ask if he ever been fucked in the ass he said no his dad tried him once but couldn't get it in and it hurt a lot. I said you will get over that he looked scared. That is when I told him to take his clothes off and get ready for his first session he acted as he didn't know what to do, I said get your fuckin clothes off now and he started to strip and a tear began to go down his cheek. I told him don't cry now wait till it starts to hurt before you cry. I got him naked and took him to the shower to get him cleaned up I got in the shower with him and soaped him down I let my hand just full of soap run across his balls and his dick the fingered his asshole to get it good and clean, if my tongue was going to be there I didn't won't a dirty asshole to lick. The room was cool and the sheets were fresh as I took him over to the bed he was starting to cry a little I just said shut up and lay down I started by pushing my dick in his mouth at first he refused but a slap on the ass change that and his mouth open up to let my dick fill his mouth up I just laid down on top of him in a 69 position and begin to suck his dick it was about 5 inches not bad He was trying to get my dick out of his mouth when I stopped and took my belt and popped his ass about three times he then got the picture, I keep hunching him till I felt my head swell and begin to let a load of cum in his mouth he choked and tried to spit my dick out but it wouldn't go I keep hunching him. I then pulled out and he was coughing up my cum I told him to swallow it but he spit most of it out. That's when I took and tied him to the bed and begin to whip his ass hard with my belt leaving a red mark every time I hit him he was crying like a baby as I was telling him you don't cry here you learn to take it, and with that I putt some lube on his asshole and forced my dick in his asshole he couldn't take it he just screamed and cried but I keep fucking him till I dropped my entire load in his ass. He was laying there and a few minutes latter Mr. Web came by and I told him what had happen he then told the boy that this will happen every day till he learns to act right then he dropped his pants and he fucked his asshole for about 15 minute the kid was about to die Mr. Web didn't hold back he put his entire eight inches in his ass and just let him hurt. When he was finish and the boys ass was full of cum I got down and begin to lick the cum as it came out I loved during that. With that he just went and curled up in the bed. We were really having a good time that summer I couldn't fuck enough and I loved treating the girls rough making do things they did not like. When summer was over I look forward to returning the next year but something happen and the ranch closed never did hear what happen but I sure miss it.
Introduction: I had been single for so long and was trying to use apps to get into a relationship. It wasn't working well. But this one went a bit different. Here's the story. There I was again, on a date. I have tried so many apps, and yes, I have tried it the old fashion way but I just don't have time for that. Most of the time I agree to see someone that is advertised as in shape, but the person that shows up is fat or ugly, and they all say the same thing, "Oh that was taken a few years ago." Now I don't have a problem with fat or ugly people but when you lie, I have a problem with it. Just post the real you so that it is all out in the open. Ugh. This guy and I had agreed to meet at a steak house. It was a chain, so you pretty much know what the place looked like already. All the floor plans are about the same in these places. We happened to be tucked away in the back, but I could still see the bathroom and kitchen. That was nice in case this guy turned out to be a creep, I could sneak away. We showed up together and he was polite enough. He did all the normal things like opening doors for me and waiting for me to sit down. All of this had gotten so boring to me now. Every date was turning out to be the same. Honestly, it would have been nice to go out with an asshole at this point just to get some diversity in my life. He was handsome, but boring. It's nice to have something good to look at but it is not going to work if I don't enjoy listening and being around you. He showed up in jeans and a sport coat. I remember the first date that I went on where the man was wearing that and I was excited, but now I just roll my eyes. He seemed to have a good enough job because he did talk about that for quite some time. Some office gig that really wasn't as impressive as he was making it sound. Our waiter came to the table and took our order. Now he was something to talk about. About 6 foot 1 or 6 foot 2 with black hair parted to one side. His eyes were dark and seductive. I don't even think that he was meaning to, but he was giving me a look that was doing it for me. I returned the look as best I could trying to block out the rest of the world. A close girlfriend of mine taught me a trick that has worked for me for years now. She said it's the 'fuck me' look. It works best when you have all the smoky eye makeup on. When you look at someone, imagine doing everything dirty with them as you are looking them in the eyes. It took me a while to get it, but once I did it was obvious. There is just something that your eyes and face did when you were thinking about sex and exchanging eye contact. I don't have to understand it to use it, thank God. I have also heard that if you can exchange 7 seconds of uninterrupted eye contact, it is the same feeling as seeing someone naked. I don't know how much of that is true, but we had surpassed the 7 second mark and I was feeling it. He had been telling me all about the specials for the evening as my mind was undressing this gorgeous man and fucking him right on our table. "Would you like to start with something to drink?" he said in an Italian accent. Everything that Hollywood had taught us was that Italians were more sexual by nature so this was a turn on as well. I ordered a draft, and he nodded and turned to my date. I was angry with him for being present. I felt like the guy I was on a date with was hindering my chances with this beautiful stranger. It's not his fault, but seriously, what an asshole. "So, you're a beer kind of woman." He said as if he was proud of himself for having something fun to say. I was proud of him for not continuing to talk about his job. And I have found that men need to be rewarded when they do something good or they will not do it again. It is funny how easily people can be manipulated in these small ways. So, I smiled at him, (to make sure to let him know he had done good) and said, "Yes, I like drafts. I am not as big of a fan or bottles or cans. There is just something about the carbonation in a draft that I like over the rest." He barely let me finish before he excitedly started in, "I love beer! I love a woman that can drink beer too! I do not care if it is draft or bottle or can, just as long as it is beer………" He started going on and on about the amount of beer he used to drink, and parties, and whatever else. I realized that this was a bust and started to make a plan for getting my 'save me' call, so I could get out of there. After about 2 or 3 more minutes of him talking about frat parties, our beers showed up. It was very sad to see an attractive blond waitress drop them off. Nothing against her, but I was just looking forward to seeing my handsome Italian again. I pouted a little inside and grabbed my glass removed the orange and took a large pull on the drink. "Yeah. That's what I'm talking about." My date said as he was childishly biting his bottom lip and raising his eyebrows up and down. I know he was trying to say that he thought he was going to get lucky tonight but didn't have the balls to say it out loud. He couldn't have been more wrong, but no need to tell him before he pays for dinner. I just laughed as I tried to not even look at him. My eyes were frantically scanning the restaurant. My date's failures had made me desperate to look at my Italian again. I had such a bad example in front of me that I needed to equal it out by seeing the opposite. "Excuse me for a minute." I said to him as I was already standing up. I didn't even look at him before I walked away. I took a few steps away from the table and then I caught a glimpse of him in the kitchen. He was looking at me and nodding his head off to one side, like showing me something. I couldn't see what it was, but I was going to go anyway. I walked into the busy kitchen and although there were people everywhere no one noticed me because of the confusion. I walked to him and turned in the direction that he had nodded. It was a walk-in fridge that was cracked open. As I got close to it his arm came over my shoulder and opened it as I walked in. It was cold and quiet. He had closed the door behind us, and it locked out the noise. Before I had the time to inspect the area I was spun around and his hands were in my hair and our lips were sucking and exploring each other. I ran my hands up his back and into his hair, squeezing this man. I felt his hand run down my back firmly and on my ass. He squeezed hard and pulled me into his hips. I was shorter than him and that was evident by the fact that I could feel his erection on my stomach. I had decided to wear a sundress and tennis shoes, so without heels I was much shorter than him. I was glad for the shoes, so I did not slip in the fridge, and I was even more glad for the sundress making this night conveniently possible. His hand glided around my hip and under my dress. I gripped his cock threw his pants as his palm started to push firm circles on my pussy. His hand was warm, and it felt heavenly in this cold room. The heat coming off him was being absorbed my me and turned into arousal. He gripped my pussy in his hand and owned it as I gasped for air. I was able to get his zipper undone and release his rock-hard cock. I felt every inch of him with my hand and he was going to feel so wonderful inside me. I quickly leaned down and inhaled his cock as deep as I could go. I have never been able to take a man into my throat, but what I have found is that if I hold him as deep as I can, I will produce a wonderful lather of spit that can be very helpful in situations like I found myself in that day. I held him at the opening of my throat a few times as I gagged lightly. I spit my natural lube onto him and jerked him once or twice to spread it around, and looked back up at him. He bent his knees and grabbed one of my legs and pulled it up high. I still had one foot on the ground, but he was pretty much holding me up. I wrapped one of my arms around his neck and felt him pushing on my panties with his member. His arm that was under my knees was being wrapped around my back and his other was on my ass pulling me in. I used my other hand to pull my panties to the side as far as I could. As soon as the threshold was removed, he entered me. I felt his bulbus head spread me apart and bore it's way in. His hard shaft was unrelenting as it propelled his mushroom all the way in, so that he was filling everything that was me. He felt out of this world because of the cold room that we were in. His cock felt hot, figuratively and literally. I could feel his heat under my dress and on my stomach. He was squeezing my whole body with every pump. This man was strong, and he was using me to fuck himself. I do not know if I was doing any of the work. I was thrusting my hips forward, but he was strong enough that I didn't need too, and it would not have slowed him down at all. I let my grip on his neck go and I did not fall in the least. His arms around my back were supporting me completely. I placed my hands behind me on a rack of some kind and used it as leverage to push into him harder. This did the trick for me because I was able to create enough pressure to manipulate my clit on his skin. I knew he had shaven a few days ago because I could feel his stubble on my sensitive little bean. I embraced it and was owning my orgasm. I started to feel that amazing tingling inside me. The waves were powerful and unexpected. I felt my leg that was on the ground hanging now. As the overwhelming feeling of orgasm high came over me, my body went limp and my hands slipped off the rack. I don't know if I lost consciousness or not, but I went from holding myself up to being held in the air and moved to the rhythm of my Italian without remembering the transition. I was laying back in his arms and watching him stare down at his cock penetrating me. His focus was intense! I reached down and pulled my dress up so he could focus more, and he looked up at me surprised, almost like he had forgot I was there. Then I realized that face was not surprise, it was his build. He was starting to lose his rhythm. His hips were starting to shake. His eyes closed tight. He released his hold on my leg and I put both of my feet firmly on the ground, for the first time in minutes. His cock popped out of me and I reached down and wrapped my fingers around him and stroked it from hilt to head as he shook. Both of his hands went into my hair and had tight handfuls. The force felt so good and primal. I felt a bit of a tingle in my loins as he did it. As he came, blast after blast, I could feel it thrusting its was underneath my fingers. Feeling what was happening inside his body through his skin was an erotic feeling in itself. I gripped the base of his cock and rubbed firmly as he was washed over with his aftershocks. He opened his dark brown eyes and I was already looking at him. Our breathing matched up for a few seconds. I just smiled up at him and started to place his cock back inside his pants. He released his grip on my hair. As his zipper was being replaced to its upright position, I felt his finders snap my panties back in place. I stepped back once and ran my hands down my dress as if to get any wrinkles out and looked up at him again and nodded once. He made sure his zipper was up and nodded at me. I turned and we walked towards the door. His arm came over my shoulder opening it for me as I walked out. I smiled to myself knowing that we had exited the same way we entered. I walked out to the left and did not look back. I got to the table and decided there was no reason for me to stay here. I grabbed my glass and finished my beer without sitting down. "Is everything alright?" My date said looking up now with 2 empties and a full beer in front of him. "I'm great, but I am going to go home now." I said reaching into my purse. "Don't be like that." He said in a voice that proved he could not drink nearly as much as advertised without being a bit of a dick. "Have a good night." I said to him as I lay a 20 down on the table and said, "This is for the beer." "No no no, I got it. It's fine." He said very irritated. "Then it's for the waiter." I said smiling very big inside. I walked away and out of the restaurant feeling very content. I felt like I was on a drug. The warm night air was washing over my skin as it was still trying to normalize from the air of the fridge. It was like I was wrapped up in it. I got into my truck and turned on the heat. When I finally caught a glimpse of myself my hair was a mess. I'm glad my date was already tipsy when I came back to the table or he would have known what had happened, for sure. I thought about my Italian all the way home. What a wonderful sexual experience. What a wonderful date, I said to myself laughing. I now knew, if any date in the future picked that restaurant, it probably wasn't going to work out well for them.
Introduction: Both Emelie an exchange student from Sweden and Michael won awards at a school Board meeting. It was that genesis that led to Michael using his math skills to tutor the blonde haired, blue eyed high school teen after school at his house. Teaser: Both Emelie an exchange student from Sweden and Michael won awards at a school Board meeting. It was that genesis that led to Michael using his math skills to tutor the blonde haired, blue eyed middle school teen after school at his house. At first it looked like not very many parents and staff would show up to the monthly school Board meeting, but as it got closer to 7:30, the seats began to fill up. Carl Johnson was there with his son, who had been invited to attend because he had done so well in a math competition at his middle school. Mike was a very bright 16-year-old who had just started to notice the young ladies. His dad was looking at his watch, curious about how long he would have to wait before he could go home and hit the six pack that was waiting for him. He was raising his son on his own and they had developed a close relationship . . . but soon that relationship would involve a young lady who was also at the Board meeting with her parents. One by one student's names were called to receive their certificate. Then all of a sudden the name "Emelie Petersson" was called, and an extremely beautiful girl stood up and went towards where the Board was seated and after having her picture taken, she shook the hand of the Board President and worked her way back to her seat. Except this time, she decided to enter the row Mike and his dad were sitting in and excused herself, as she moved across several people towards her seat. She looked at Mike and said "Hi Michael congratulations on your award". Mike offered a quick "Thank You" and politely moved his feet back so that she could pass. As she was moving past Mr. Johnson, she slightly lost her balance and had to place her hand on his shoulder to keep from tripping and she turned scarlet. Carl looked up at the girl, who had long blonde hair that was braided into one gathering in the back, and quickly noticed her small titties that were displayed prominently because the top she was wearing was very tight. She also had on a pleaded skirt and black patent leather shoes. Whether on purpose or not, Carl placed his hand on her tight little ass and boosted her back up so that she could navigate the rest of the distance back to her seat. She whispered "thank you" to Carl but fleetingly noticed the beginning of a boner in Mike's pants. "Do you know her?" Carl asked his son. "Yeah, she's got the same lunch as me and she usually sits at my table." "She's quiet a 'looker', that's for sure," he mentioned just loud enough for the woman next to him to give out a dirty look. The first part of the meeting ended, and parents were given the opportunity to leave, and they got up to do so. After they got out into the hallway outside of the media center, Carl was ready to head right for the parking lot when a hand touched him on his shoulder. "Excuse me sir . . . but I noticed the fine award your son received in math and was wondering, whether he could tutor my daughter in mathematics?" Carl positioned himself so that he could see Emelie and her parents. Both he and Mike were so surprised with the question they just looked at each other for several seconds and then finally Mr. Johnson said, "That would be up to him . . . but I imagine we could work out something." At that point Emelie's mother took over the conversation, indicating that they were from Sweden and here in the states for a couple of years and that math was the only area her daughter had difficulty with. While the parents were talking and walking down the hall towards the front of the building, Mike and Emelie moved closer together and began their own conversation. "I am so embarrassed Michael. Don't be afraid to say no. My mom is quite the organizer/planner," she pointed out guardedly. "That's not a problem. I would be happy to help you in math. You could ride my bus home and we could work before dinner, maybe a couple of days a week." "I would like that," she said with a big smile on her face as she squeezed his hand. As Mike looked into her eyes he saw a twinkle and knew she must have found him somewhat handsome, and as a result, his cock began to rise once again. He had just turned 16 over the summer and she was a month younger, but that did not seem to matter as they continued to carry-on a typical high school conversation. As they continued talking, his cock continued to grow and he was soon suddenly embarrassed. Nonchalantly, Emelie looked downward, and was similarly aroused as she noticed the boy's erection sticking up the front of his pants and was certain she was the cause. Thinking back, she had sat at his lunch table, because she had a crush on him, but just now learning about boys in sex-ed she was certain the boy's big boner was a GOOD sign. Then her mom interrupted: "So Michael, would you do us the honor of teaching our daughter about mathematics. Maybe she could start tomorrow after school?" "He suggested that I just ride his bus home and we could get in a couple of hours of studying before dinner. Maybe Daddy could pick me up afterwards, on his way home? I'll write down my email address, in case you need to get a hold of me," said Emelie with a wink as she scribbled her contact information for him. He nodded and then listened to her mother once again. "If it is OK with his father, I think we have a plan then," said her mom. "It's fine by me. Just bring along all your books and stuff and they can work at the kitchen table," said Mr. Johnson. There was much polite handshaking and praise as both families slipped out into the night and went home. Just before he went to bed, Mike emailed Emelie reminding her to bring along her calculator, math book and something to write notes and problems on. Almost instantly she emailed him back: "I have everything set in my backpack. The first hour or so, I want to make sure we concentrate on my math facts. My parents are going to give me some extra spending money if I can bring up my B- up to an A. With your help, I know I can do that. The second hour before my dad gets there . . . I want to show you my personal appreciation . . . which might help with that big lump in your pants tonight- Em" First of all, just receiving an email from her, was enough for Mike to worm his hand into his pajama bottoms and pull out his cock. When it got to the last sentence of her email, he lost all control and a hot stream of cum catapulted out of the tip of his shaft and shot directly up to his chin. He looked over at a nearby mirror and watched his cum drip off of his face and he quickly fantasized . . . that might be what Emelie will look like tomorrow. One Lewd Math Lesson During lunch at school, Mike made a point of sitting directly across from Emelie. They continued to get to know each other better and just before the bell rang, he made arrangements to meet her outside her last hour class. They didn't look much like a couple as they boarded the school bus, but they did sit next to each other. Just about when the bus was going to stop, she grasped his hand and said, "I am so happy you are going to be my tutor. Let's go have some real fun together." His dad had actually baked some chocolate chip cookies and placed them on the kitchen table when they entered the kitchen. While she was getting things out of her backpack, he quickly changed into a pair of Nike shorts and a top that showed off his chest and muscles. He liked to work out in the basement, and his hard work was easy to see with the development of his arms. When he came back, she was already working on her homework. She looked up and said, "Don't you look yummy! But we must concentrate on math for at least an hour, ok?" He nodded and looking over her shoulder he noticed the Pre-Algebra assignment she was working on. They talked for several minutes, and she explained what parts of math she did not understand. Since that subject came so easy for him, he immediately offered some suggestions and what had to be memorized. After almost an hour and a half, she was almost giggly on what she now understood. "We only have about 15 minutes and I still have to show you my personal appreciation like I said in my email last night . . . which might help that lump in your pants that is now getting pretty big. I have not done much with boys before so bear with me, but in Sweden, girls learn how to make their boyfriends like them A LOT by doing naughty things for them. So let's play a quick game. You be the leader and tell me what I should do to give you some relief". "Are you sure?" he asked, not ready for her suggestion. "Uh, huh . . . you kinda be like the master and I will be your slave and don't be afraid to talk dirty to me . . . cuz I love it!" He got up from the table and stood a foot or so away from her. "The way my balls are throbbing right now, it won't take more than a minute or two to make me cum." She was a bit shocked at him suddenly talking so street to her, but she had asked for it. "Well . . . let's see what you have been hiding then," she giggled. Mike glanced up at the clock and realized her dad would be there shortly and did not want to waste another minute. He began pulling down his Nike shorts and suddenly got the courage and dropped them to his ankles. As he stood up and stepped out of them, his throbbing cock waved back and forth and Emelie gasped in surprise. "I didn't realize they could be so BIG," she murmured. He appreciated the compliment, and remembered she hadn't had much experience with males before and their distinctive equipment. Encouraged by her comment, Mike began to pull on his swollen shaft . . . sliding his hand up and down slowly, and at the same time he watched the look of fascination and awe on her innocent face. He once again focused on her long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Then he remembered he was the one that was supposed to be calling the shots and quickly stopped wanking in front of her and smiled at his new girlfriend. "Okay slave," he said with a smile, "That's all YOU have to do," he said convincingly, "just stroke it . . . till I cum, and my BIG boner will go away." She began to giggle once again nervously, but moved closer to the aroused boy and then stopped. It was almost as if she was in a trance. He wanted so badly to shoot off, and he knew they would be interrupted in minutes, he took her small moist hand and placed it firmly on his throbbing cock. He wrapped her young fingers around his shaft and held her hand there while showing her how to jack it properly. Once he was satisfied that she knew what to do and she had a steady rhythm going, he released his grip on her hand. "That feels so good, Slave . . . just keep it up," he groaned. "Does it really? I have NEVER touched a boy before. Am I doing it right?" she asked. "You have NO idea how awesome that feels," he gulped. He again watched her hand on his long cock, trying to remember this exact moment for later. "Will you finish soon . . . then?" she asked. "I don't want Daddy to be here and catch us . . . but I love what I am doing to you, holding your cock and all . . . and I mean that." "It won't be too long if you keep doing it just like that," he said with a stifled sigh. The sight of the blonde girl, with her pink tongue slightly protruding from her lips in concentration, her wide blue eyes almost closed as she studied the slippery tip of swollen cock head and the rhythmic motion of her dainty hand, could have brought him off in seconds . . . but he was trying so hard to make this last, despite the urgency of her dad possibly coming any minute. "You need to be quick or we are going to get caught," she reminded him, which considering the circumstances, was a little indelicate and probably had the opposite effect anyway. "You need to stop talking then," he huffed. "You're breaking my concentration." "You need to concentrate?" she questioned as her hand slowed its pace slightly. "Concentrate on what?" "What d'you think?" he shot back. "I'm picturing your sweet little tits right here (as he gently placed his fingers on her breast) in my mind as you are gripping my cock and it is so incredible." She remembered asking him to talk dirty but when the words came out of his mouth, she gasped and blushed deeply. After his words, she bit her lower lip and focused on jacking him off more steadily. "You'll have to cum soon," she said anxiously after a few more minutes. "I can't be late." "Show me your tits then," Mike said, meaning to challenge her but it came out sounding more like an order. "What!!" she squealed. "You want me to come QUICKLY right . . .and seeing your beautiful tits will make that happen a lot faster." "I-I can't do that today. Maybe next time when we have more time." "Why not? You're looking at my COCK. Just open up your blouse and let me look at you." "How can I open up my blouse while I'm jerking you off?" she said wistfully. "I'd have to let go of you and I'm not stopping - that'll just make it last even longer." He was already prepared for her objection and reaching forward, began to quickly unfasten the buttons on her blouse. "Wha... what are you... DOING" she yelped. "Just helping you," he said softly. "I don't want you to stop either so I'll just do this for you." She bit her lower lip a little harder but couldn't think of a reasonable objection, so his fingers quickly finished the job, leaving her blouse hanging open to her waist. Without pausing, he tugged at her flimsy bra and brought it up and over her delicious young breasts and exposed a pair of precious nipples to his gaze. And that was all it took! He was about to tweak her pink buds, and suddenly his cock was erupting with the force and quantity that he'd NEVER experienced before. Emelie squealed in surprised shock and released her grip on his spurting shaft. But that was a mistake! She was a good foot shorter than he was and her quivering breasts were in perfect alignment for the spurt of sticky fluid that coated her tits with thick globs of his sticky sperm. His new girlfriend looked down at her splattered breasts in great surprise at just the wrong moment as he grabbed his spurting shaft in his hand and yet another jet squirted all over her face. That was the most cum he'd ever produced at one time, but the erotic sight of Emelie with his sperm dripping from her nipples and still more trickling down her sweet face to coat her lips was enough incentive for his overworked balls to produce a final flood that went directly between her lips. For once she was lost for words. Her mouth opened and he saw his cum on her tongue, which was probably the most awesome part of this entire episode. Surprisingly, she quickly swallowed his seed and wiped her face furiously with the back of her hand but only succeeded in spreading the thick stickiness over a wider area. She looked more beautiful and desirable than ever with his sperm coating both her tits and smeared all over her face. (And for a moment he remembered the site of his cum on his own chin the night before and how amazing his prediction about Emelie and after school had come so true). "What have you done to me?" she spluttered when she was finally able to speak. "You made me cum," he explained simply. "You were holding my cock so I didn't have any control over where it spurted." "Wait until tomorrow mister . . . when it will be MY turn to be the Master," she announced. Mike ran to the kitchen and got a warm damp cloth and gave it to her so that she could clean herself off. He was eager to touch her small tits, but realized this was not the time. They raced to get things cleaned up so she quickly pulled down her bra, (much to his dismay) and then buttoned up her blouse and tucked it in. She heard her dad beep the horn and as she was leaving out the back door she quickly kissed Mike on the lips. "If mom and dad will let me, I will be back tomorrow. I loved what we just did. That was sooooo dirty, but it was awesome to do it with you. I hope I don't get heartburn from the cum I just swallowed. E-mail me!" And with that she was gone. Minutes later, his Dad arrived home. "So how did the study session go?" asked Mike's father, putting his lunch box aside and facing his son. Mike had quickly prepared some dinner so they sat down and chatted. "It went very well. She is pretty smart and I doubt that she will need too many more sessions with me helping her," Mike said with a matter of fact tone in his voice. "She may be smart, but she is also absolutely beautiful too . . . don't you think?" "We certainly can agree on that fact," said Mike with a smile on his face. "Will she be back again tomorrow?" "I doubt it . . . she has a math quiz and she thought her parents would want to see how she did, before scheduling any more sessions." "Well, did she know the material when she left?" Carl asked. "Oh yeah. We even had time to go into the next chapter." Their conversation continued for several more minutes, but Mike was dying to get to his email to see if she had sent him anything . . . so he excused himself from the table indicating that homework was calling. When he traveled upstairs to his bedroom, his cock began to rise in anticipation . . . and sure enough she HAD sent him an email and there was even an attachment to it. He opened it up and it read: Dear Michael, Did we ever have a GREAT time this afternoon . . . Huh? What a wonderful first study date! And I think I kept my part of the bargain about showing my appreciation, didn't I? As I am writing this, all I have on is my panties (and right now I am typing one handed, because I have my right hand INSIDE my panties on my wet pussy, just thinking of you!) and I can't wait until we are together again. Unfortunately, it won't be for a couple of days. My parents want to see my math quiz score first . . . as I told you. One of the things I liked best about today . . . was us talking dirty to each other. I know it's kinda kinky and a girl my age is not supposed do it, but it makes me feel SO horny just the same. Speaking of making someone horny, I snapped a quick picture of myself for you to put as a screen saver on your computer, so that when you jerk off tonight (and I am SURE you will) . . . you will have something new to look at instead of any other naked girls. Please hide it from your Dad though!!! And by the way . . . when we meet again at your house, I want you to squeeze and maybe pinch a little and mostly SUCK what I have taken a picture of. That of course is when I have you do naughty things to me after our next lesson. LOVE, Emelie Mike could not click the attachment button quick enough and what came up on the screen, made him begin to erupt. There in front of him was a perfect picture of Emelie's bare titties, with two pink nipples stiff as his cock, that she must have just taken with her iPhone. Next Day at School Mike was leaving his English class when all of a sudden Emelie came running up to him with a big grin on her face. "I gotta an A on my math quiz!" she shrieked, placing her arms around him and then whispering in his ear, "I texted that great news home, and my mom says I can come over today after school to study some more. Little does she know what we will be studying other than math though . . . does she?" The horny girl moved her hands from behind his back down to his tight muscular ass and pulled him closer, making his rising cock rub up against her. "No she doesn't, but I do," he whispered back. "We just got to keep going over the math a lot, so that you not only can get more A's but also maybe get into Advanced math next year. That would make them very happy." Suddenly his English teacher placed his hand in between the two huggers and warned them about public affection. Emelie giggled and headed back to class, looking back and seeing his stiff shaft that she knew she had just gotten hard. "Meet me by my bus," said Mike down the hallway, adjusting his full erection so that it was not so noticeable in the hallway. One more hour to go he thought as he sprinted to class. An hour and a half later, the bus pulled up in front of Mike's house and the couple got off. Emelie pretended to keep walking towards her house, but after a few minutes she doubled back. He had already opened up the back door and taken out a couple of Cokes out of the refrigerator. "Let me visit the bathroom and we can start the next chapter," she said placing her backpack on the table. He watched her pleaded school uniform skirt swish back and forth as she headed down the hallway. While waiting, he sharpened a couple of pencils and when she returned they were ready to start. What he didn't know was that she had slipped off both her panties and bra, while she was peeing and washing up . . . making sure to use a wash cloth and soap on her bare pussy which she was hoping would be excited continually after the study session. "What time will your dad be here?" he asked, looking across at her. She wondered whether he had noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, but his gaze was strictly at her blue eyes, which was exciting as well. "Around 5:30 or so . . . depending upon traffic. So let's get started." Mike took out his cell phone and with the build in stand, let the time display as he placed it on the end of the table. It was 3:00 now so they could probably work on math for an hour and a half, and he would then work on her, for the final hour (lol). He had gotten a copy of her math book from his teacher and had prepared a short set of quizzes pertaining to what she was studying. They worked hard but by 4:20 she had taken in enough tutoring for one day. "Today's naughty session is about to start . . . and it is all about ME today," she giggled. "Move your chair over next to mine Michael," Emelie asked as she was providing him with his first instruction. As he was following her request, she turned away from him and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her white school blouse. "Now . . . kiss me like you mean it," she requested. In all their time together, they had never really participated much in the basics, and Mike gladly turned sideways, placed his hands on her shoulder, and gently placed his lips on hers. For both of them, there was an instant rush of excitement, and it did not take long for Michael's tongue to travel into her mouth and soon their tongues were wiggling urgently against each other. After a few minutes of pure exhilaration, the aroused boy felt Emelie's hand on his jeans, as she began to rub small circles up his leg. Mike could not believe her boldness and elected to drop his one hand down from her shoulder towards the front of her blouse. As he felt the young vixen begin to gently fondle the area over his stiff cock, he continued to insert his tongue into her mouth (much like a cock) with more voracity . . . and the palm of his hand soon sensed her stiff nipple underneath as he began to softly caress her breast. Soon he realized she was not wearing any type of underwear on top, which added to his passion. As his fingers traveled to the buttons on her blouse, he realized she had readied his invasion of her titties by unbuttoning a few, and in record speed, he did the same down the rest of them until his shaking hand reached inside and captured her small breast. Emelie immediately moaned her approval, and he began to meticulously excite both of her nipples, to full extension, back and forth . . . back and forth. Again and again he tweaked her buds with his fingers, and her moans increased in terms of pure lust and volume. But quickly she broke their kiss and said: "TAKE OFF ALL OF YOUR CLOTHES MY SLAVE! I WANT YOU NAKED BEFORE ME," she screamed. The boy shook his head in disbelief, and wondered whether it was wise . . . but stood up and looked at the blonde beauty with her blouse still wide open and her pair of breasts fully visible to his stares with her stiff nipples aching for attention. With much haste he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, showing her his bare muscular chest. Next he pulled back his belt, unhooked it, unsnapped the brass button at the top and urgently yanked down his zipper. He slipped his fingers into the waist of the pants on the sides and jerked BOTH his boxers and pants to his feet. Emelie watched as his big cock literally bounced in front of her, with the purple tip discharging his slippery pre-cum. Momentarily he sat back down, but only long enough to untie his shoes, throw them into the middle of the room and circumnavigate his pants and shorts off his feet and towards the same direction. The horny girl left her blouse open . . . in fact she took the bottoms of the fabric and tied them behind her back so that she could continue to display herself to him. She kicked aside the chair he was originally sitting on, turned her chair more sideways, sat back down, then flipped her skirt in the back so that her bare ass touched the leather seat. Then she slowly began to open up her legs. "Kneel down before me . . . my servant," she commanded, and Mike did what she asked. Soon he was looking at her blue and grey pleaded skirt. "Now, place your hands on my knees, and slowly pull up my skirt." Needless to say the horny 15-year-old could not believe the entire situation as he slipped his thumbs under the hem of the skirt. "Now talk DIRTY to me . . . as you open up your present!" said Emelie with a smile on her face, knowing her pussy lips were almost dripping with desire and anticipation. Mike began with a grin on his face. "Here I am kneeling in front of my princess . . . who has her blouse wide open and her bare titties staring at me. I know I am supposed to SUCK on them but I will wait for her instructions. My fucking COCK is longer than it's ever been before and I am dying to pull up her skirt so that I can see her naked PUSSY. As I pull up her skirt . . . I am remembering a couple of days ago . . . that I shot a fierce load of hot slippery cum all over her face . . . and these cute titties (and he used one hand to momentarily pinch each one) and even into her mouth and watched her swallow ALL of it." "I am looking at her sexy and very naked legs as I get closer to unveiling her cute little pussy. I have never seen a real pussy before . . . and I am dying to see hers." He has slowed down from moving closer to her body, but is now within six inches of her clit. "Hold everything . . . my princess does not seem to be wearing ANY panties. What a naughty girl! I must spank her bare little ass for that later. Oh FUCK . . . look at this naked pussy in front of my eyes. Not a hair anywhere and these little lips here are all slippery and wet." "This girl must be very horny right now . . . and I'll bet if I touch this little clit right here . . . someone named Emelie will get REAL excited." And that is what he began to do. His hands gripped her legs, lifting them up and apart, and he gazed into her pussy from a few inches away. She looked down at him with wide eyes, her face now red. He slid his hands up her thighs to her pussy, then rubbed his fingers along her cleft. He pressed against it, and peeled her cunt lips open, revealing her pink inner flesh. "Look what I have found! The prettiest pussy ever!" he shouted. "My lady . . . have you ever had your pussy licked?" Mike asked. "No!" she gasped, not believing what was happening. "Want me to?" he asked. She stared down at him, open-mouthed. "I have never done this before . . . but they say it feels really, really good," he promised. And without any further notice, he moved forward and began his feast. He leaned in and pressed his tongue against her gash, licking up and down the glistening pink flesh. She gasped in shock, but didn't try to push him away as he licked over her clit repeatedly. Then Mike pushed his tongue against her little fuck hole. He stuffed his tongue inside her, pumping it rapidly as his nose rubbed over her clit. Then he pulled his tongue out and slid his lips onto her clit, sucking and kissing the naughty bump, and then blowing a stream of hot air over it . . . and finally licking it with his tongue. He tried to remember the adult movie he had watched at a friend's house that had a boy licking his girlfriend's cunt so that he might do it right. Emelie wasn't saying anything much anymore. She was lying back against the kitchen chair, eyes closed, chest rising and falling. Her hands came down on his head and squeezed it, and she began to hump up against him as she started to groan softly. He slid his finger into her cunt hole. She began to groan louder when his finger started forcing its way inside, but he got it in there without too much difficulty, and started pumping it in and out. He fantasized about his single digit being his cock . . . in the near future. She was starting to hump towards him faster and faster, whimpering and moaning as her legs jerked spastically. He looked up the length of her wriggling body and watched her squeezing her breasts repeatedly . . . with her head drawn back and rolling from side to side. He pumped his finger faster into her fuck hole, then slowly inserted a second one, driving the two down into her to the knuckles. "Michael! OhhH! OhhhOhh! Oh, Michael! Michael!" she moaned. And after that she just began to scream and her climax took over her entire body. Michael continued to thrust his fingers into her twat, and at the same time was licking her clit. Soon he felt her fingers on his head, trying her best to move him away from her near exhausted pussy. He took the opportunity to stand up, his cock still fully erect and pointing at her. Then with panic he looked at his phone at the time. "We gotta get cleaned up girl!" he said, realizing that there was only 5 minutes left before her dad would be there. As they took turns in the bathroom, neither of them noticed that his father had been watching his son in action as he devoured the young girl's body and had her as a snack. He snuck back out into the garage, and even said hi to the girl's father when he drove up. He said goodbye to the Swedish beauty inviting her back whenever she needed help and then watched the car drive away. Now . . . what could HE do next time, to assist his son at the next tutoring session?
Introduction: Well, my story continues to escalate with every passing day. Just when I think it is returning to normal I get an even bigger hurdle to vault over. And now I am presented with my biggest hurdle yet. A New Experience within a New Life - Part 3 Every day this week has been a hidden anguish; even Zack has been visibly nervous. We try our best as not to project more than we want to (that being nothing at all!) but our over-thinking is making it difficult. Last night was especially arduous; there we were, the three of us, sitting in the living room, watching some crappy TV, when she said it: "You two have been a bit weird this week.". Fuck me, I swear my soul left my body. Zack, too. I don't even remember what I said in response but she didn't press any further. It still leaves me and Zack in no-man's land but at least we are haven't been shot by the truth. Thank fuck it is Thursday; we are all home this weekend as well, and all day Friday by some odd quirk of fate. We can use the time to try and get a sense of normality back, maybe even sweep everything under the rug before anyone knows the dirt was there. FUCK!!!!!!! She texted me while I was working! Perfectly fine in as of itself but the wording: "I have a surprise for you later" is far from perfect. She knows. She fucking knows. That's it. It's done, it's over. I don't know what I am going to do. I was happy with this life, the happiest I have ever been, and I have fucked it all up. My delivery route is almost over, guess I will just have to go home and face the music. I continue my work the best that I can but if anyone saw me they would know how mortified I was. It's finished now though. I'm now staring at my front door. I go in. It's quiet. I do my best to shout out that I have arrived. "We're in here." is the response. I walk into the living room, Zack is there as well, he must know what is to come. Well, we've put ourselves in this situation, time to take it like an adult. Julie - "You both have been acting weird this week. As it happens you have been a bit funny for a while now, but especially this week. This has me thinking. Maybe I haven't been attentive enough; I certainly have been out of the house a lot lately, especially with work. This has meant that I haven't been thinking enough about us, our family. So I have made a decision. We are going on holiday!" Me - "A Holiday?!" Julie - "Yes! Well, nothing too over the top, it was at short notice after all. With you two seemingly going a bit stir crazy lately what with everything that has been going on I thought the best thing to do is rent a house out in the wilderness for us. We have it from tomorrow until Sunday Evening." Me - "I love you, Julie; more than you can ever know!" Julie - "Aww, I love you too. I just thought we could all do with a change, and with a whole house to ourselves and the freedom of the open air we could just relax for three days and get rid of all our worries. How about you, Zack? I know it isn't the most exciting idea but I am guessing you could use a change of scenery as well." Zack - "Yes, Mum! I just wasn't expecting it!" Julie - "Neither was I! The opportunity arrived so I just leapt at it. We will leave first thing in the morning so we can all get ready tonight." I went over to Julie and hugged her tightly as if she had just pulled me from the edge. Whatever my anxieties were, I didn't care. It's what you get when you are in a relationship with a problem solver, they fix things they didn't know were broken. I am going to start packing now but at the very least I will get a good night's sleep for the first time in a while. The following day we all piled into Julie's car just as dawn was breaking. I'm sure this isn't the type of holiday that Zack would normally like but even so he was beaming when we woke him up in the morning. Julie was driving us, as she had organised everything, with me in the passenger seat and Zack in the back. As high as his enthusiasm was, he fell asleep again pretty much instantly. I didn't mind though, it allowed me to have a nice and pleasant conversation with Julie. The trip was relatively long but eventually we found ourselves at our holiday home. It was a pleasant little house surrounded by the open wilderness. Sure there was a nearby village but from our position it was masked by all the unbridled nature around us. Zack was awake by now so the three of us sauntered into the house and started exploring it's mysteries. It had three bedrooms so me and Julie grabbed the main bedroom, Zack taking the second and the third we just used to dump our bags in. By the time lunch time reached us we were settled in nicely. Now, we hadn't brought any food with us so Julie announced we would need to head down to the local shop. We decided to walk down as a family, partly because it would be pleasant but more so that we would have three people to carry the shopping. The walk down was nice though; the fresh air was revitalising and the sense of freedom was captivating. Even Zack got in close and hugged me while we were walking; I thought it was quite bold to be so touchy with Julie here but she was basking in her success so who am I to complain. Shopping was simple enough with all the restrictions of the era but we managed to get all the food and drink we would need for the long weekend. By the time we got back it was already well settled into the afternoon so Julie opted to make a large lunch to see us out for the day. This gave me the opportunity to be alone with Zack for the first time since this all happened. I sat down with him already in the lounge. In my mind I was going to have a succinct conversation with him, to talk it out, but when I did I could see how settled and comfortable he was. I didn't want to bring out any anxieties when everything was going so well so opted against talking about it; let's just enjoy it while the going's good. We had a lovely meal, Julie whipping up a mini-feast with everything we purchased. She had already done too much today so I offered to do the washing up which she gratifyingly accepted. It was weird washing up in a completely different kitchen, like you were invading someone else's personal space, but I got on with it nevertheless. It was nice looking out of the window and seeing nothing but nature and it made the banal task much easier to cope with. I was almost finished when I felt it. It seemed that in my distraction Julie had come up behind me. I didn't say anything, instead opting to play her game as she played with me. She was silent as well, deciding to let her hands do all the communicating. First I felt the back of her fingers effortlessly tease across my neck and the underside of my chin. Then, when only fingertips remained, I felt them glide down to my clavicle and onwards to my ample breasts. I closed my eyes as I felt her hand take in my breast, massaging it for our combined pleasure. Satisfied, I felt her hand continue downwards with only my closely fitted clothing acting as a barrier. First I felt her on my stomach, then my hip, then my thigh. Then, to my surprise and after a moments hesitation, I felt her fingers dance to my nether region. She was gentle, letting her fingers rub up my stomach until they glided downwards, her fingers getting parted by my shaft. She may not be being aggressive with me but the feeling was electric and she could tell that I was already rising to her summoning ritual. Then I felt her body press up against my back with a hard stiffness nestling between by butt cheeks. Wait... Me - "Zack!" Zack - "Yes." Me - "Zack, are you out of your mind! We can't do this here!" Zack - "You seemed to enjoy it." Me - "That's... that's beside the point! Julie is here! She can walk in at any time!" Zack - "Don't worry, she is laying down on the sofa; she is going to be there for a while." Me - "Well she might be right now but she is going to wonder where we are if we keep this up for too long." Zack - "I suppose so. Maybe we should continue this another time." Me - "Yes. I mean, No. I mean.... get back in there!" Zack smiled wryly has he returned to the lounge leaving me with my panicked brow. I quickly finished the washing up and headed straight into the lounge to hopefully a none the wiser Julie. To my relief she was napping peacefully. I suspect Zack knew this all along but it was still not enough of a thing to rely on. No, I would need to do something to stop his penis making his decisions for him as it is making the situation worse for the both of us. For now though, I woke up Julie and helped her up to bed. It had been a long day and she needed the sleep. I couldn't sleep however. I sat there with my beautiful partner serenely sleeping next to me, and my lascivious admirer in the other room. Damn. A new morning today though, and it is looking fantastic. The sun is literally beaming through the blinds and I'm pretty sure that is the sound of birds chirping at the window, almost cliché. I see that Julie is up already, not surprising given how early she fell asleep. After throwing some workout clothes on I head downstairs and go looking for everyone. As it turns out Julie is in the garden, simply stretched out on a lounge chair taking the morning in. Me - "Good morning, lover. You're looking particularly stunning in the morning sun." Julie - "Don't I know it. What's this then; you going for a run?" Me - "Yeah. Figured it could be fun to go jogging for an hour or so, really start heaving the fresh air." Julie - "You do that. And oh look, if it isn't the thing from the swamp. You look like you barely slept at all." Zack - "I did sleep some but I'm just not used to being here yet." Julie - "Why don't you go for a jog as well then. Help blow out the cobwebs." Me - "Yeah, it's about time I saw you do something!" Zack - "Urgh... yeah, alright. I'll get changed." Julie - "Brilliant." Me - "Perchance you were thinking of joi-" Julie - "No chance. I'm happy right here, thank you very much." Me - "Ha, no problem then!" I leave Julie be and head to the front door to wait for Zack. He eventually appears dressed in some reasonably suitable clothing. It's a contrast to what I'm wearing, that being skin tight running gear, but it'll do. After a quick pep talk we head out of the door and start jogging in a random direction. I don't try to make the exercise too difficult; Zack is a capable lad but definitely not used to running this early while the hour is still in single digits. We make a pleasant go of it though and I will admit it is nice spending quality time together, especially when it is something like this that I usually have to do on my own. It is particularly enchanting getting to jog in such unabashed wilderness; the ground is easy going but we are surrounded with unrestrained nature and it frames our view at every angle. Eventually we reach a point where I sense it is a good time to rest. Zack can certainly use it and sits down at the first opportunity. I am not so knackered so take the time to do some stretches. My clothing is tight and sticks firmly to the contours of my body as I pull it in all the directions it can achieve. The sight must have been having an effect on someone else as he was locked on my body as I moved. Zack - "You know, we could have some fun out here." Me - "What? You're not enjoying yourself?" Zack - "Oh no, I am certainly enjoying myself. I mean a different kind of, fun." Me - "Wait, you mean... out here? We can get caught?!" Zack - "We are in the middle of nowhere. There is no chance we will be seen out here. Go on; I was thinking about you all of last night." I couldn't believe it. We have done things with each other before but this is another level. But then, maybe if I did something now I could calm him down for the rest of the trip, and I can see just how much he wants me by the strain in his running shorts... Me - "We are not doing that out here, Zack... But I can at least do something." I saunter over to him, unwittingly swaying my hips as I stride. He has stood up in anticipation of the act but is more nervous than the demeanour he wants to put out. I am silently impressed with his bravado but I would never let him know. We are looking deeply into each others eyes by the time I am standing next to him, my breasts mere inches from his chest. I hold his gaze allowing me to regain some of the control from the moment before finally acting on our mutual desire. I drop down slowly, letting my hands lead my head down his frame. Eventually I am on my knees staring at the crotch of my lust fuelled paramour. He is still locked in position but his cock is clearly bursting to break free. I let my hands grip his waistband, holding it in place while I see the beast baying at the gates. In one slow movement I pull his running shorts down from his waist. First the root of his shaft appears, blood surging into it as it touches the free air, then the rest of it as his clothing falls away. The final bit stutters as it tries to get over the last of his manhood but in a jolt it is free and I am staring directly at the very hard cock that has been bursting to be inside me. I let a breath connect with it first, the rush of air causing it to spring in response. I know I will not need long to satisfy this phallus and part of me is eager to do so. Using a free hand I grip the root and angle it to point directly at my supple lips. A quick look up confirms that Zack is enraptured with my dance giving me all the prompt I need to bring my lips to his manhood. I first kiss the tip to announce my intent before letting it part my lips and enter my oral embrace. Silken warmth flows down the length of his shaft as I move to completely take in all of his impressive cock. Allowing my tongue to fully lubricate every facet of his shaft I prepare to start sucking him off in earnest. In smooth but poignant motions I start slathering his cock, taking it all in until letting it return to the open air, then bringing it back into the warmth of my oral grace. He is lost to the sensation of me doting complete oral satisfaction upon him; a meteor could crash to the floor next to him and he would be none the wiser. I am just as lost to the sexual act, taking equal satisfaction in the pleasure I am able to provide. It is not long before the oral assault is driving him to a completion. I can feel his hands reach into my hair as his cock jitters in anticipation at an explosive release. I let my tongue dance around his glands to beckon his orgasm which works in spectacular fashion. He shows remarkable resilience at keeping quiet as his fires reams of cum into my throat, glazing it with his essence. When he is finally spent he falls back onto a nearby tree, his cock popping free from my lips as he does so. I smile at his relief before swallowing his load, doing my best to get the substantial contribution down in one mouthful. Me - "I hope that is enough to keep you satisfied, Zack." Zack - "Like you wouldn't believe. That was absolutely amazing. I don't know how I am going to walk again." Me - "Ha! Well, we have to get moving soon but I will give you a few moments to get your composure back." I waited there looking around to see if anyone spotted our carnal act. Fortunately I am only greeted with the natural surroundings that frame our every route. Eventually Zack does get his running legs back so we decide to head back home. I do hope that is enough to keep him satisfied for the rest of the trip. I am shocked he was so willing to do something outside like this but at least there is no chance of Julie seeing us out here. When we get back to the house we find her still stretched out on the lounge chair we left her on. She is clearly in a very good mood so I wave to her as we arrive before heading in to jump in the shower. It's been an interesting trip so far but here's hoping that it's as interesting as it gets. The rest of the day played out pretty normally. Julie was calm and composed, Zack was relieved and laid back, and I was active yet cautious. However, by the time night fell we were all comfortable in our malaise and really taking in the separation from the rest of the world. When we all went to bed Julie went out like a light. Now, I wouldn't say Julie was at all a prude but she has had a noticeable lack of sexual interest during this trip. As I think about it though I realise that she too had probably needed this trip as much as me and Zack did. That's just like her; outwardly thinking about others while inwardly keeping her own needs private. I will openly admit though, especially after what me and Zack did out in the wilderness, I am feeling somewhat horny. But I suppress my own desires in the interest of what is best for her; she clearly needs the rest and relaxation she is getting here and it is best to let her shake off her own troubles. I get to sleep relatively easily after my realisation, comfortable with my partner's presence. In the morning I wake up and as before I see that Julie is already awake. I zombie myself downstairs after putting on a bathrobe. There will be no running today; in fact I plan to have as little physical activity as possible. Julie is found in the kitchen whipping up a light breakfast. I greet her smiling face with an attempted morning face of my own prompting her to chuckle at my efforts. Exhausted after my heroic attempt at morning brightness, I throw myself down on the sofa. Julie then joins me carrying a cup of tea and some light food for the both of us. It is nice; just sitting here getting nourished in the company of a vibrant personality such as hers. Julie - "So I was thinking; we should probably head off around four o'clock if we want to get home with some time to spare. With that in mind I was going to cook up all the remaining food so we can both finish it off and not have to worry about anything tonight." Me - "Sounds good." Julie - "Brilliant. I am thinking that it is missing that one killer ingredient though." Me - "I wouldn't worry; whatever you cook up will no doubt be satisfying." Julie - "Nope. I have an idea in mind and I know just what it needs." Me - "Well I'm certainly not going to be the one to stop you! Do you want us to pop back down the shop? It's quite the journey..." Julie - "Don't you worry, I'll walk down there now and leave you to wake up. It'll only take me about an hour so we will still have the rest of the day ahead of us." Me - "Righto, I'll leave it all in your capable hands." Julie - "Very capable, I might add! I'll let Zack know before I head out." Me - "No problem at all; looking forward to you getting back already." She came over and gave me a quick kiss before heading out of the room. Next I could hear her go into Zack's room with the sounds of muffled conversation confirming it. Within minutes she was dressed and heading out of the door. Feeling a sense of guilt at her doing all the work I get up and head to the door to see her off. She is walking down the front garden path when I reach it so call out to say goodbye, waving as she turns to respond with a gratifying smile. As she does so I feel Zack pull in alongside me. He too starts waving making Julie especially pleased to look back at her family. With her eyes she can see both her partner and her son looking back at her with happiness and fulfilment. There is something she can't see however. What she can't see is Zack's left hand, and a good thing too as it is currently finding its way to my firm ass cheeks and massaging them upon their successful arrival. I masterfully keep my composure and hide both my desire to keep calm and my desire for sexual satisfaction. Soon Julie has walked far enough away to be obscured from view so I immediately shut the door and look back at Zack. He is remarkably comfortable and confident, standing there with a particularly manly presence. He clearly wants me, both his demeanour and his bulge attesting to that desire. And who am I to lie to myself; I want him as well. The internal battle inside myself is played out solely within the gaze between my eyes and Zack's but soon the battle is won. I grab his arm and stride purposely towards the bathroom. He is on board immediately and offers no resistance as we move. When we arrive I turn and once again look back at him, his face still confident and insistent. In one move I raise my arms to my shoulders and pull back my robe from my frame, letting it drop to the floor in one quick motion. With this last remaining barrier removed I stand there completely naked. My feminine curves, my supple breasts, my firm ass, my hardening erection; all offered to Zack's eager eyes. His response is instant and he too starts removing his clothes with lust fuelled haste. I scan his body as more and more of his skin is revealed until I too am greeted with the rock hard erection pointed directly at the target of his affection. While still staring into his eyes I stretch out towards the shower and activate it, the sound of water cascading to the shower floor instantly providing a backdrop to our mutual wants. Then, when the moment is perfect, we launch at each other. We are kissing with all the lust and reckless abandon of people who have been kept at bay for years. Hands exploring every facet of each other's body while the unmistakably feel of erect penis's bounce across our skin. We are both aroused beyond our limits by the time I drag the pair of us into the shower; the feel of the water crashing down on us doing nothing to douse our desire. Our lips are still locked in a warm embrace as the water covers our bodies. Each of us fight for dominance but I know damn well that I will be the one to cave first. There is no way my cock can get any harder and I can feel how he is in just the same situation. He is the one to break our kiss but he does so to turn my body around. I stand there, pushing my ass against his rock hard phallus, letting it glide between my firm buns as it finds its rightful place. All the while Zack is groping hard at my breasts, massaging them completely as his hands do their best to cover them entirely. There is no way that he is going to wait any longer though and soon I feel a hand fall away and drop to his manhood. I arch my back in anticipation causing my ass cheeks to part to his fore. The next thing I feel is the tip of his cock pushing at my gate. I want it all and his hardness attests to him wanting to give it. I slam my hands to the adjacent wall as I feel him push into my body; the entire length passing into me with powerful insistence. The following sensation is that of his cock pounding into me, the feeling both electrifying and orgasm inducing. I lose all sense of time and awareness, my mind focused solely on the feeling of his phallus claiming my body for its own. I can't stop myself from letting my hips join him in his chorus, the sound of our bodies colliding together seemingly echoing around the room. I feel his hands glide down the contours of my frame, then finding themselves holding hard at my waist. He is slamming his impossibly hard cock into my body, activating every possible lust drenched nerve in the process. I cannot stop myself from bringing a free hand to my own phallus, masturbating in line with the anal assault from behind. Soon I can feel the sensation peaking as every thrust of his cock sends a pulse through the root of my own. I make no attempts to hide that my own orgasm is soon to arrive but it still blinds me from the hints that his own was just as close to completion. Then suddenly the pounding increases to a speed and ferocity that I could in no way be ready for, until finally I feel the final slam into my person. The next feeling is that of cum flooding into my body, reams and reams of it, so much that it feels as if it should spill over. At the moment that I feel as if I couldn't be any more filled, the next feeling shocks me like no over. With my hand holding hard onto my shaft I feel a new hand join it in its efforts. Zack had reached forward and joined my grip in the embrace of my rock hard erection, the sensation boiling me over instantly and causing me to explode into the adjacent wall. It is an ejaculation like I have never experienced before and it sends me into a lust drenched haze, my mind completely spent. I cannot say how long I am lost to it; it is only when I feel Zack remove his cock from my ass that I am brought back down to earth. Me - "Damn, Zack. That was... that was... wow..." Zack - "Yeah... that was... Yeah..." Me - "I think we are going to need some time to recuperate after that session!" Zack - "If I get the feeling in my legs back I will let you know." Me - "Just be glad it is only your legs, Zack." We soon get our psyche's quenched in the rejuvenating waters falling down upon us. It is a miracle but eventually we are returning to what can be called functioning human beings again. I leave the shower first, drying myself off with a nearby towel while he looks back at my body. I smile at his gaze but don't stop myself from grabbing the bathrobe and putting it back on. Leaving him to continue showering, I head out of the door and out into the hallway. I stand there, the door closed behind me, once again alone to consider my actions. Just what is all this? It is getting beyond complicated while still being remarkably manageable. I contemplate everything: Julie must never find out, will Zack be satisfied with sex alone, will I be able to live with betraying someone that I love, can this all play out with no-one getting hurt. It is just as I am considering all the facets of my situation when I hear Julie walk up to the front door. She walks in carrying a bag of shopping and genuine surprise at seeing me greeting her. Julie - "Oh hello, honey! Everything still good back here?" Me - "Yes we're all good here. Can finally say I have woken up." Julie - "That's good to hear! Where's Zack?" Me - "He's just gone in the shower after me. Shouldn't be too long if you need to get in there." Julie - "Don't worry, I'll let him take his time. Anyway, I better get all this in the Fridge. I must say you do look better now though." Me - "Yes, I can safely say I am ready to get on with the rest of the day!" The rest of the day goes over nicely. Julie is happy and makes a fabulous feast with what is left of the food, rejoicing at the sight of the three of us consuming it with joy and satisfaction. I can honestly say that the day continued with all the comfortable familiarity that comes with a family happy with its place in the world and by the time we were packed and ready to leave, we were pleased with where we were at. The journey back was quiet but it wasn't unpleasant, I just spent a lot of it thinking to myself. Things have been able to stay as what they are. And all the while, things have been just as electric as when they started. I am getting everything and losing nothing. Maybe, just maybe, I... End. There it is, the thing I didn't think I was going to write: part three, partie trois, teil drei, một phần ba, гуравдугаар хэсэг, google whakamaori. Yes I am once again giving you time to stop reading before I get into the shop talk, which is especially poignant this time around as I will be talking about things that could be considered to be spoilers. Before starting this part but after I finished the previous one I did some thinking about where I can take the story. There were plenty of options, and at least four concrete ones I built up plans for, but ultimately I settled on this one. I figured the holiday would give them space and isolation to really let the idea of their relationship focus inward with the rest of the world cut off from them. And fortunately one of the other ideas looks ideal to do next as I continue to develop the story. Saying that, I still have no end in mind so unfortunately the end might just end up being me not writing any more content. One thing that I am almost certain of, which is where the big spoilers are, is that Julie will never be involved in the protagonists and Zack's relationship. I am still leaving it as ambiguous as to just how much she knows but I am not going to have her directly involved. If she does then there is a danger that the whole story just becomes a fuck pit, which is no bad thing but it is better suited to a more visual media. Even so, while that is my thinking now I can't be certain it is how my thinking will be in the future. Maybe the idea of it becoming a three way relationship is hot enough to take it in that direction; I don't know. Anyway, that's it for now. If and when part four is written all depends on whether I get inspired to do it. Also, I'm moving these to Fiction now. I wasn't sure what to choose when I first did this (not having done anything like this before) so looked at how the Genre's were being used and it appeared to be more about how the story was presented, but now I'm thinking the more this goes on the less the genre "True Story" is going to give it any credibility. After all, whatever truth's are there are lost in just how much details I obscure and allow for the reader to fill in the gaps, and I would never want enough details to make people identifiable.

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