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My name is Mark. I’m about 5’9” and 170lbs. I don’t consider myself the best looking guy around, but I do try to keep up my appearance, and I am by no means ugly. Most importantly, I am a twenty-three year old single father. Billy is two now, and he is my pride and joy. We live in a three bedroom house in a farm town in the Midwest. I used to be general labor in a manufacturing facility before I won 2.3 million dollars in the lottery. Now I spend my days enjoying the privilege of watching my little one grow up. His mother died when he was only a few months old and most of our family is back east, so it has been just Billy and I for as long as he can remember. So when the day came that I got those numbers, I couldn’t pass on the chance to invest the money so when could live on it, and get to spend all day with Billy. I haven’t been on a date since his mother died, because I am afraid that any woman I bring around him, he will think is his mother… It is just better for him for me to be single right now. It does get lonely though… I struggle to reel in my line. I hoist the massive fish from the water and as I reach out to net this amazing catch—the phone rings. I open my eyes and roll toward this irritating racket. I see my caller ID informing me that someone is most definitely calling, and besides it the clock reads 3:24AM. I consider ignoring the call, but the number looks familiar. It’s a cell phone number from back east—who the hell? I do not have much to do with most of my family since the majority of them tried to convince me to put Billy up for adoption when his mother died… Insisting I didn’t have what it took to be a single father. If one of them is calling me at this time of night, it must be important. I retrieve the phone from its cradle and press it to my ear. “Yeah?”… Silence… a faint strained breathing… someone is trying not to cry… Finally the quivering voice musters up the courage to speak… “I need your help Mark; I don’t know what to do.” Brittney is my eighteen year old cousin-one of the few family members I actually like. In fact, over the years, she has been more like a baby sister than a cousin. It has been about a year and a half since I moved away to escape our judgmental and under confident family—the move has been hard on all three of us. Since every time we speak her parents make her life miserable, we decided not to talk much until she graduates and moves out. It kills us both, and Billy too… Brittney is Billy’s favorite person in the whole world besides daddy. Brittney stands about 5’2” and weighs maybe 102lbs. soaking wet. She has a very slender build and beautiful facial features which are framed by her light brown wavy hair. She would make a real catch for any guy. “I need your help Mark; I don’t know what to do.” I realize who is on the other end of this early morning call immediately. “What happened Brit? What’s going on?” “Brandon… It’s over… I don’t know, he must have bumped his phone or something… I just hung up a call, actually listening to him have sex with her…”—the crying began in full force again. Brandon and Brit have been off and on since she was fifteen. The primary reason? He is a year older and had lost his virginity a few months before they met. Once a teenage boy loses his virginity, he expects his sex life to remain at that new exciting level. Brit wants to wait until after graduation so she doesn’t risk ending up just another pregnant teenage girl. She loves him. He loves her. He loves sex more… The farthest Brit ever let things go is heavy petting fully clothed. She knew oral sex couldn’t get her pregnant, but she also knew as much as she loved him it was easier to stop it with their clothes on, and didn’t trust herself to go any further. I know this because their relationship has been a common topic of our correspondence. We both knew every time he left her, it was to go have sex without the guilt of cheating, but neither of us ever said it aloud. Tonight she got slapped in the face with that fact… She was willing to live in denial when there was a glimmer of hope she was wrong, but this changes things. “I am so sorry honey, I know you love him and you don’t deserve this. Sometimes people make stupid mistakes because of sex; it’s not your fault Brit.” The crying has subdued enough for her to respond, “I should have just had sex with him. We both love each other, and this would have never hap”----“Damn it Brittney! Don’t do that. You were right to wait, you still are. He had a choice between having love and waiting for sex, or having sex and throwing away love. He chose wrong. You just need to focus on your last couple of months of school, avoid him, and get out of the after graduation.” “I don’t want to avoid him. I want to go back and never hear that call Mark.” “Sweetie, you know I love you and I don’t want to see you hurt… But we both know you cannot just wish this away, or pretend it didn’t happen. What kind of a future could you have with him when every day those sounds will be playing in the back of your mind?” “I’ve had all my credits since the first semester of this year, maybe I should just drop out.” “Brit, you have a couple of months left… Go to school tomorrow and ask to change around the classes you have with him. I know you have your credits but you would regret not finishing your senior year, it wouldn’t be the same.” The crying has stopped now, she seems pretty calm considering, “I will try Mark, I promise. Can I call you if it starts getting bad again?” I reassure her, “you know my phone is on 24/7 for you sweetie, you can call any time you need to. We’ll get thru this, don’t worry. Now go get some sleep.” “I love you Mark, and thank you.” “No need Brit, just stay strong.” I return the phone to its cradle and lay awake the remainder of the night. Finally I hear Billy up and around—at last something to get my mind off this horrid event. Three weeks have passed since the call. I haven’t heard anything from her and I’m really getting worried. I can’t call her given the immense tension between her parents and I. As I help Billy up and down the slide repeatedly, I assess my odds. George, her father, would most likely be at work. Her mother Cathy Could answer the phone—she hates me the most. Timmy and Tommy, her little twin brothers are still on the bus I think. I just don’t know how her sister Mary thinks about me after all this time; she listens too much to her mother. With those odds, I am not even going to think about calling. It would just make it worse for Brit if they knew she still calls me. “Come on Billy, time to walk home. We can come back to the park tomorrow.” As he rounds the bend in our tree lined driveway, Billy takes off running. “Billy!” I run to catch him and figure out what got into him. I round the bend see her standing there with Billy wrapped in a big hug. I briskly walk over and scoop them both up in a huge hug. “Your parents let you come here?” Her smile fades as she begins biting her lip and avoiding eye contact. I put her down and take Billy, setting him down and instructing him to go play with his ball. “Briiiit?” “I had to get out of there Mark, just for a couple of days. Please let me stay.” As she begins to give me a somewhat pouty look, I can tell there is sincerely something going on. “What happened?” Her eyes get wide, “are you going to let me stay for the weekend?” I raise my eyebrow and purse my lips, “What happened little missy?” She explains that her family, her mother in particular, has been spreading rumors to ruin Brandon’s future. Even though he hurt her, she still wants him to go on with his life and be happy—because she truly loved him. Her father even went so far as to threaten Brandon with physical harm. “I just can’t take it anymore Mark. They took the hardest things I’ve ever gone through and managed to make it even worse every day. I just need a couple of days away.” I sigh, “alright, but how did you get here without them knowing?” She grinned a slightly mischievous grin, “I’ve been working, and saving up money for when I start college. I used that to pay for the ticket, and they think I am at Melody’s for the weekend.” Melody was a friend of Brit’s that moved a few hours away last year. “Alright, well let’s get your stuff inside. Come on Billy, time to go in buddy.” By the time she gets her things settled in the guest bedroom and we all visit a bit, it is 8:00PM Friday night. We determine it’s time to order a pizza and have a lazy night in. Billy wanted Brit to be the one to lay him down after dinner, so I cleaned up and put away the leftovers. Brit got a quick shower and got dressed for bed and rejoined me in the living room where she spent a couple of hours filling me in on all the highlights of the last three weeks. By the time she got done her welled eyes were very tired and I sent her to bed with a hug and a kiss on the forehead. Billy and I were finger painting in the kitchen when Brit came down at nearly noon. She apologized for sleeping so late. I stopped her, “you came here to rest and recover.” “I know Mark. This is the first whole night I have actually been able to really rest, thank you.” I just smiled and reached up and touched a purple streak down the bridge of her nose. “Watch Billy for a few minutes so I can grab a shower, we have a big day.” After I got dressed, I sent Brit to do the same while I got Billy’s bag packed. Then we all spent an hour in the car with Brit being more impatient than Billy—she couldn’t stand the idea of having to wait for a surprise at her age, it just wasn’t fair. Finally we arrive at the zoo. After a picnic lunch out front, we go in and spend the remainder of the day enjoying the animals. When the voice on the PA informed us our time was up, we piled into the car and headed for the park near the house. We played, talked, and enjoyed each other’s company for a while as Billy tired himself out. Finally the time came to take him home for dinner, bath, and bedtime. Brit and I ended up on the couch watching a movie tonight. It was obvious she was tired of talking about Brandon, and tired of even thinking about her family. As the lengthy film dragged on, the fatigue set in on Brit. I found myself pulling the throw off the back of the couch and covering her, wrapping my arm around her as she nestled herself against me. This girl has been cuddling against me all her life, but something about this time felt different, I’m not sure why. I sat like this dozing in and out for some time after the movie ended. I woke up a while later hearing two things—an infomercial, and Brit whispering my name. We adjusted ourselves on the couch to make eye contact. “What’s the matter Brit?” She squeezed tighter around me and a desperate look washed across her face, “I don’t want to go back tomorrow Mark. I cannot take the stress back there. Part of me still loves him, and they wouldn’t let me change my classes. I see him every day in almost every class. My dad wants to kill him and my mom is spread rumors about him to ruin his name. All of them are making me feel stupid for loving him after how he hurt me. Don’t make me go back please.” A single tear trailed the bridge of her nose before she buried her face against my arm. “You know I would do anything for you, but if you’re asking to stay here, you need to understand your parents may not speak to you anymore. They hate me for walking away from the family, and it will only make it worse that you ran away, and of all places---to my house.” She kept her face buried and I heard a barely audible whisper say, “I know Mark. You’re the only one who has ever been there for me and always told me the truth, and tried to do what was best for me even when it got me mad at you. They all just want revenge. I am eighteen now. I want this.” She raised her face and her glistening eyes met mine as she squeezed her arms tighter. “I don’t want to quit school; it wouldn’t be the same not to finish, even with a diploma. Let me stay here and transfer… please.” I couldn’t stand to see her in pain. Trying to hold back tears of my own, I wrapped my arm tightly around her so she felt secure. “If you’re sure that’s what you want, of course you are welcome to live here.” She lifted up and pressed her teary lips to my cheek. “Thank you Mark.” Then laid her head back down, nestled in close and drifted back to sleep. |
I was in my 30's and found myself always masturbating over my Gran after catching a glimpse of her naked in the bathroom, she always wore loose skirts and dresses and I was always trying to look up them to get look at her knickers or even pussy, I used to see a lot of upskirt movies on porn sites which turned me on greatly and thought I would try to get some upskirts of my gran, she was about 67 I think and quite plump but the thought of having sex with her used to get me off quite often.wondering if I could make the old lady cum. It was really exciting but the thought of getting caught scared the shit out of me anyway I made my mind up I was going to give it a try, I didn't have the best camera phone but I thought anything is better than nothing, I made a point of everytime I was at her flat I would sit opposite her with my camera app on, always pretending to text on Facebook whilst pointing it in her direction, One day I was there I got a couple of great shots as she stood up to do something, unbeknowing to her I slid my phone under her dress with sound on silent so she didn't hear the click, I got 4 shots but only 3 were half decent, I couldn't see exactly what the camera was seeing as my arm was outstretched, I just had to have a look and made an excuse to go to the bathroom, I opened my phone gallery and wow to my great suprise and excitement 3 of the pics caught gorgeous views of her without knickers, one of her lovely fat round ass and one great shot of off her pussy, I couldn't help my self, I had to masturbate right then, and I had some more good fortune as I looked into her laundry basket and saw a couple of pairs of her knickers which I instantly sniffed, they smelt musky and so damn sexy, I put the crotch of one of the pairs over my throbbing cock and sniffed the other pair whilst I wanked myself crazy over the pictures, Then I got the shock of my life when my Gran walked in and caught me, she said, James, I saw what you were doing taking pictures under my skirt, I nearly died, she said don't be embarrassed it turned me on too seeing you do that, to think anyone would want to see my body at my age, I said you have a lovely body Gran, she said come on James lets have some fun if you want, I was trembling with excitement as she led me to her bedroom, as we walked towards her bedroom she asked, did my pants turn you on James, I said omg yes, thats lovely she said, go get them then James, I quickly went to get them, when I got back to her room she was laid on the bed still dressed and said come on lay next to me, I didn't need inviting twice, she said right, you want some real fun, I didn't hesitate, oh yes I replied, she said lay back and relax then she started undoing my jeans, pulled them off and felt my cock in her hand, she gave a little moan as she started to masturbate my already throbbing cock, after a minute or so she pt her mouth over my cock and started wanking and licking then sucking, she said please don't cum James, I want to enjoy this, I said I'm nearly there Gran and gently pushed her head away from my cock, to think I was enjoying sex with an old lady of 67 was mind blowing, then she asked do you want me to put those knickers back on James, I said yes. She was there laid next to me on her back as my hand stroked her plump belly, I gave her a nice wet kiss then fondled her big breasts, licking her nipples, she was so excited, I could tell when I slid my hand down under those lovely cotton knickers to her pussy, she was wet as hell, I always though old ladies were dry down there but my Gran was really wet as I tweaked her clitoris and slid my finger in mmmmmm, my cock was throbbing like hell, I had a nice lick of her pussy over her knickers then pulled them off revealing the most horny and beautiful sight of her pussy and ass crack, I pushed more fingers into her lovely pussy, not much hair around it though, she was moaning all the time now and I knew she was in heaven, I moved my head done and had a little lick off her clitoris, I thought she was going to pass out arching her back inviting me for more, the aroma was so sexy adding to my excitement, I started to lick her more trying to get my tongue right in, we were both on another planet, I even ran my tongue down form her pussy along the crack of her lovely big ass, she moved into a position so I could get better access, she wanted more, I asked her to turn over on her belly which she did then I ran my tongue down her back from her shoulders to her ass crack, again I licked down the crack of her ass then as I got near her pussy put my tongue in her ass next to her pussy, she got up on all fours to give me more access to evrything on offer, I licked her ass for a few mins then went lower started licking her pussy like crazy whilst I put my finger in her ass, omg she said thats wonderful James, never had this done to me before, I couldn't wait no longer I knealt up and pulled her body towards me, feeling for her pussy with my cock then wow I pushed forward straight into her, it was so wet, i was fucking her slow at first then really fast when she said do you want to try my ass James, you paid a lot of attention to it, without replying I took my cock out of her pussy and pressed it into her ass, I thought it would be really tight but my cock just slid right in mmmmmm, she moaned like hell and backed onto my cock, oh James she said this is so good, I couldn't help myself I said I'm cumin Gran can't help it, she said oh yes go on as I pushed right up her and came lots into her, was that nice she asked, I said oh God best sex I have had, you? omg James I hope we can do it again, as much as you want I replied, we laid back with cheeky smiles on our faces like kids, We have have had lots of sexy fun since that day, I might post some more stories of our times together later. Just as an extra treat I've attached the two upskirts to this story for you, enjoy, I welcome your comments !! |
Victoria was getting drilled by Kyle on Wednesday morning, his huge dick buried deep in her ass while he pawed her juicy tits. "Oh fuck yeah!" she cried, Kyle fucking her even harder. "Oh yeah, take that dick you fucking slut!" He picked up speed and began ramming his dick into her tight ass and Victoria rubbed herself to a powerful orgasm before Kyle grunted and dumped his massive load into her. "Shit..." he groaned, pulling his still solid cock from her asshole. "Fuck that was good," Victoria chuckled as she stood, signaling for Melanie to come in and take her turn. "Having your interview today?" Kyle asked as the Latina MILF came and began to suck his dick. "Yup," Victoria said, "I've got my final applicant picked out at least. So I just have to him set up." "Well I'm glad," Kyle said, groaning as Melanie began plunging his cock down her throat, "just make sure he knows his duties." "Of course," Victoria replied before one of the maids, Nita entered and informed her that her appointment was there. Making her way downstairs, Victoria saw a tall black man there. Christopher Johnson, a college "Hello there," she said with a seductive tone, the man's eyes going wide as he took in her nude body. "Umm... hi," he replied, shaking her hand with his sweaty palms. Victoria simply giggled and had him take a seat. He complied and she sat across from him, crossing her legs enough to give him a delicious view of her pussy as he still practically drooled at her perfect tits. "I imagine you saw that the application didn't bear much information concerning the job," Victoria said, raising her arms. Chris nodded, feeling his dick throb in his pants. He scolded himself silently, objectifying the woman from whom he was seeking a job. Her eyes drifted down to his lap and he was terrified she'd see his erection but if she did, she didn't address it. "Now Chris," Victoria said, "I must have you know that what you see inside these walls must not be revealed to anyone on the outside." He nodded and she continued. "Now, you were among the best of the applicants," she said, "and I think you'd be the best choice." "Thank you, Ms. Reynolds," he said, "I could use this opportunity." "Oh come now, Chris," she replied, "we'll be working rather closely together so feel free to call me Victoria. Besides... you'll still have plenty of opportunities to call me Ms. Reynolds." Chris was about to question these words when she stood and clapped her hands. "Richard!" A older distinguished butler exited the kitchen. "His clothes, Richard," Victoria said. Before he even realized it, Chris was fully naked, Victoria looking him up and down while paying special attention to his big, throbbing dick. "Very nice," she admired, "very nice indeed..." ****** "Yes sir," Chris said over his cell phone as he sat recording Victoria brutally riding a man in a hotel room, his mouth hungrily sucking her tits as she bounced hard on his dick. "Ms. Reynolds is available for all sexual liaisons. I'll schedule you in for the 10th. Thank you." As he hung up, the man on the bed let out a loud grunt as he filled Victoria up with his cum. He groaned and stood, reaching into his jacket. Chris cautiously watched as he began to pull out thick banded wads of cash. "This was fun," the man said as he pulled on his pants. "Well we can do this again sometime, Daddy," Victoria laughed before he smiled and headed out. She stood and donned her own clothing of a pink tank top and cut off jeans before she and Chris made their way to the elevator. "What was the call?" she asked as the doors closed. "A fresh customer," Chris replied, reading from the calendar, "the 10th is his 18th birthday so he'd really love for you to come and fuck him." "Mmm..." she moaned, rubbing her pussy, still leaking the last guy's cum, "how delicious. There's few things I enjoy better than barely legal cock, having only been pleasured from beating off and watching porn." Chris nodded, unsure how to actually respond. That day he accompanied Victoria to 37 appointments, watching her get fucked, gangbanged, eaten out, cum inside and cum on. By the time they were done with the last one, Chris' duffel bag was laden down with money, Victoria apparently a top dollar prostitute. Once they arrived back to the mansion, Chris headed to the bathroom and took a piss. Alone, he pulled out the camera and replayed some of Victoria's pairings, watching as she and a lesbian customer went at it, Victoria on her back getting fucked with a thick strap on as the other woman feasted on her marvelous, perfect tits. He kept watching, standing in front of the toilet, beating his dick. It wasn't long before the pressure got to him and he groaned, firing several thick ropes of cum onto the toilet, pumping until he ran dry. Drying off, he left the bathroom and headed to Victoria's room, stopping in his tracks as he opened the door. He saw Kyle fucking her, gripping her hips as he repeatedly fed his dick into her hungry pussy. "YESSS!!" Victoria screamed, her massive tits swinging as he fucked her harder and harder. "Oh yeah," he groaned, "take that fucking dick!" Chris watched as Victoria came, shaking and screaming loudly, her pussy creaming on Kyle's shaft. "Ahh Chris," she said, her eyes glazed over, "could you run me a bath please? I'll definitely need one after this." Chris nodded and walked past them into her private bathroom, hearing Victoria howl yet again. He turned on the tub and ran a hot bubble bath, adding her blend of bath salts as she had directed before returning to the bedroom. He found her with her back to him, cum oozing from her pussy down to her thighs as her head bobbed up and down in Kyle's lap. "Oh fuck..." he groaned, his hand on the back of her head. His deep grunt sounded that he was cumming again and Victoria happily guzzled it all down, sucking hungrily until Kyle ran dry and pulled off, smiling as he stood, his wet, floppy cock hanging limp. "Fuck, that was good." He panted, his jizz oozing down her chin. She smiled and watched as he left the room, heading into the bathroom as Chris still stood there, his dick hard as it had ever been. As Victoria bathed, she had wash her back and dry her off, Victoria smiling as she watched his dick throb in severe need. ****** The next day, Chris accompanied Victoria to her next servicing at a hotel about a two hours drive away. Watching as she was brutally gangbanged by 40 members of a college football team for nearly 6 hours until all of them had worn themselves out and left her mouth, pussy and ass gushing with cum, paying Chris as they made their way out. As Victoria took a bath, Chris counted the money. "Chris!" she soon called, "could you come in here please?" "Coming," he replied, entering the bathroom and trying not to drool as he took in her massive tits, wet and covered in soap. "I take it you enjoy watching me get fucked..." Victoria giggled, watching his cock throb in his pants. Chris nodded. "Well then," she said, staring at him seductively, "pull that dick out for me." He complied, taking his hard cock out. Victoria licked her lips and began rubbing herself under the water. "Stroke it," she said, Chris obeying and jacking off to the pace of her playing with herself. They went at it, watching each other and pleasuring themselves for nearly 15 minutes before Victoria cried out, cumming on her fingers as Chris was still brutally beating his dick. "Alright Chris," Victoria suddenly said, snapping him from his trance, his hard dick still in his hand. "Ma'am?" he asked. "That'll be all," she said, "you can go now." Chris panted, sighing as he shoved his dick back into his pants. He went into the sitting area of the hotel room and started watching porn on his phone, stroking his dick after the teasing had still left him rock hard. "Hello Chris," Victoria suddenly said from the doorway. Chris looked up and his mouth dropped open. There, in some sexy black lingerie, Victoria stood there tall in her black heels. "What do you think, Chris?" she asked softly, rubbing her hand across her enormous tits. "You... you look perfect... V-Victoria..." he stammered. "Im glad you like it," she said, sexily walking in, "I got it requested by a customer. So I just thought with all the hard you've been putting in, I'd let you be the one to break it in." "You mean..." "Yes," Victoria replied, standing over him, "I want you to fuck me in it." She pulled off the bra and lowered her tits to his face, Chris eagerly beginning to suck as she stroked his cock. He groaned as he feasted on her milky nipples, licking and sucking. She pushed him back and removed his shirt before pulling his pants off, getting to her knees and spitting on his big black dick. They kissed lewdly as she continued to jack him off roughly. She then pulled him into her mouth, Chris groaning in pleasure as she sucked him off with her talented mouth. "Ohhhh fuck..." he groaned softly, Victoria sucking his head while playing with his nuts. Victoria pulled off and resorted to jacking him off again. "I think you have too much in you just to be an assistant Chris. With this amazing dick you should be destroying some pussy on camera." She smiled as she felt his dick twitch as her saying this and began to jack him off even harder, Chris moaning loudly. She licked the head again, Chris begging to fuck her magnificent tits. She traded places with him and sat, Chris wasting no time in spreading her legs and beginning to eat her wet pussy. Victoria moaned loudly as he went at it, eating her as if he had starving for years. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!" she screamed, playing with her tits. "Just like baby! Fuck, if you don't stop I'm gonna squirt all over your fucking face!" Chris kept at it, sucking her clit as he fingered her hole roughly. Victoria screamed louder and louder, shaking as her pussy let loose, gushing out her sweet juices which Chris lapped up eagerly. He continued eating and sucking her pussy, beating his dick furiously. He pulled back and they kissed again, mauling at each other's mouths as he palmed her massive tits. Victoria had him stand and she inhaled his dick once again, Chris groaning in pleasure as her head bobbed up and down his painfully swollen cock. As she gripped his asscheeks, she slid her tongue all along his shaft. God, it was like heaven, his dick lodged deep in her wet, tight throat. He felt his balls begin to churn, ready to give her his long awaited release. Then, without warning she pulled off. "NO!" he cried. "Don't worry baby," she said playfully, "I had something much better in mind." In a flash, she had her huge tits wrapped around his dick and was energetically moving them up and down his shaft, Chris groaning loudly. "Oh fuck!" he yelled, "God, this feels so good!" He grabbed her tits and tweaked her nipples, bucking his hips furiously. He was practically foaming at the mouth, his dick hard as it had ever been. "That's it baby," Victoria coaxed, "fuck those huge, slutty MILF tits like you've always dreamed of doing!" "YES!! YES!!" Chris yelled, his dick fucking the shit out of her amazing cleavage. He cried out and burst, his ball juices shooting out in thick ropes across her face and tits. Victoria cheered, opening her mouth to try and catch it but finally gave up and began jacking him into her mouth, happily swallowing his massive load almost as if he hadn't cum in weeks. Once he ran dry, Victoria released him, raising her tits and licking them clean of his jizz. "Mmm... so delicious. And it looks like your friend there is still hard." "Oh yeah..." he replied with a wry smile. Victoria lay on her back and spread her legs. "Fuck me, Chris," she commanded, "fuck me raw and hard." Chris nodded and moved in, sliding into her pussy in one smooth motion. Soon, they were fucking hard, her left leg on his shoulder as he squeezed her tits and fucked her brutally. "YESSSSS!!!" Victoria screamed at the top of her lungs. Chris fucked her like a man possessed, Victoria humping back at him with the same energy. He had gone feral, pounding her cunt harder and harder. "GIVE IT TO ME!!!" Victoria screamed, cumming three times. "Yeah... yeah.. yeah..." Chris kept grunting with each rapid thrust into her pussy, his nuts slapping hard against her ass. He drilled her cunt like a madman, her tight, slick pussy walls gripping his dick. His dick was tingling in pleasure, Chris steadily fighting back his orgasm as he fucked the living shit out of her. Victoria screamed as her legs quivered, cumming again on his dick. Soon, she was bouncing, riding him hard as Chris felt up her tits, squeezing her ass. "Oh fuck..." he groaned beneath, "bounce that fucking ass!!" He began drilling up into her cunt, slamming his dick into her as he sucked her tits. She then mounted him in reverse cowgirl, Chris enjoying watching her ass bounce as he continued to squeeze her tits. "OH MY GOD YESSSSS!!!" she howled at the top of her lungs. He moved out and began fucking her in doggy, slapping her ass and he frantically fucked her pussy from behind. "OH GOD! OH YEAH!!" Chris fucked her faster and faster, gripping her hair as he brutally fucked her pussy without mercy. Soon after, he was fucking her hard in missionary, stuffing her with his dick. "Right there baby," Victoria moaned, "Right fucking there." "OH FUCK YEAH!!" Chris yelled, fucking her with even harder thrusts. "Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum!" Victoria screamed, digging her nails into his shoulders. The anticipation in Chris swelled as he began to jackhammer her even harder with his dick, feeling her pussy spasm as he used her for his pleasure. He moved his hands back to her wildly bouncing tits, groaning as he felt her pussy clamp his dick as she exploded. He couldn't take much more but kept on, groaning as he continued to fuck away at her cunt, creaming steadily on his cock. As soon as her orgasm settled however, Victoria pushed him back and suddenly was straddling him, Chris' wet dick squeezed between her pussy and his stomach as they kissed passionately, Chris playing with her tits. She then moved up slightly and impaled herself on his cock, her face filled with pleasure and she began riding him furiously. "OH FUCK!!" Chris yelled, squeezing her ass as she bounced on his dick. "Yeah baby," Victoria growled, "you like that?" Her pussy clamped tight on his dick as he moaned, holding her hips as his eyes followed her tits, trying to fight off his growing desire to cum inside her. She kept groaning and moaning, their bodies slamming into one another. Their lips met again, Victoria screaming into his mouth as she experienced another powerful orgasm. She fell off his cock, Chris panting as his sticky dick flopped against his stomach, throbbing and aching but still not yet finished. Soon, he was again fucking her hard in doggy, both he and Victoria panting as he slammed his dick into her pussy. Her ass looked so inviting but he knew that time would have to wait. His balls tingled as he picked up the pace. He could feel the pressure building as Victoria matched his frantic thrusts with her own. His orgasm growing, Victoria had already hit her peak, screaming as her pussy gushed out over his dick. "YES BABY!" she cried, "you're making me cum again!" That was all Chris needed, her big, soft tits in his hands, his dick slamming in her wet, silky pussy, her cries and screams of pleasure along with the room filled the hard slapping of skin on skin. He then felt the floodgates. "I'M CUMMING!!" he yelled, his dick unleashing the first volley of molten hot jizz into her pussy. He held her tight to him, pumping her full of his semen. He kept groaning as he drained himself entirely into her, pulling his deflated cock out as they kissed softly, falling asleep as their tremendous orgasms died down. ****** Chris awoke to the smell of bacon and groggily sat up, his morning wood on full hardness underneath the soaked sheets. He then saw that polished silver room service tray had been wheeled in, holding a spread of hot breakfast items. At that point the bathroom door opened and Victoria emerged fresh from a shower, smiling as she saw him awake. "Well good morning, sleepyhead," she giggled. "Good morning," he replied, kissing her as she sat down. They kissed long and passionately, Victoria rubbing his thigh and his erection, smiling as she pulled back. "I know you put in a lot of hard work last night. But if you're not hungry right now, maybe you'd prefer I do something about this..." She rubbed his dick under the sheet, Chris moaning softly. "Hell yeah." Victoria grinned and pulled back the sheet, engulfing his dick into her mouth. 'This is going to be the best job I've ever had," Chris thought, watching Victoria's head bob in his lap. |
I met Deb when I was 24. I was 20 years her junior. We met in the grocery store of all places. I remember turning up an aisle and seeing this big fat booty up the way. I stared at it all the way up the aisle to the point I could barely focus on my shopping list. We crossed paths in several aisles. Each one I took a good long glance at not only her ass, but her entire body. Eventually I took my shot. We were both stopped in the same aisle side by side. I excused myself and stepped between her and her cart. Me: I’m so sorry I just need to grab something As I shot her a smile. Her: oh not to worry She smiled back. We crossed paths a few more times before heading to the cash. She ended up in front of me in line. Me: we need to stop meeting like this, I joked She turned and smiled Her: that’s a big load you have there She said in reference to my shopping cart. I laughed and smiled back at her. After checking out as luck would have it her car was parked directly beside mine. As I rolled up she looked at me and smiled again Her: so we met again Me: it would appear so. I almost feel like I should know your name by now Her: I am Deb She extended her hand Me: I am Tim. Pleasure to meet you I extended my hand to meet hers. As our hands touched it was electric. Our eyes locked, but I didn’t know what to say Deb: so Tim do you have a phone number? Me: uhh yes I do I pulled out my phone. We exchanged numbers and finished loading our groceries, said goodbye and went our separate ways. The next morning I arrived at the office early, like 7am early. Sitting there disinterested in actually working I pulled out my phone and thought fuck it I’ll text Deb. Me: good morning beautiful. It was great meeting you yesterday I got a response almost immediately Deb: oh hi, handsome. It was nice meeting you. The way we kept encountering each other it was almost as if we needed to meet. Me: it’s not every day you encounter such a beautiful mature woman, especially one that takes an interest in me Deb: well it’s not everyday I encounter such a cute young man. I guess I should ask how old you are? Sorry if that is too forward Me: I am 24 Deb: wow. Well I am flattered that I exchanged numbers with someone so young. I am old enough to be your mother! Me: oh ya? Well I’m glad I engaged with you than. I love a sexy cougar! We ended up texting for probably close to 3 hours. We talked about anything and everything. Deb: I know we just met, but do you have plans for lunch today? Me: nothing, but I should say that I don’t work in town. I am a good 45 min away Deb: that’s no problem. I am off today. It’s actually my birthday so I’d love to see you and celebrate with you Me: well HBD! I mean if you’re up for the drive I’d like to see you too About 90 minutes later I was standing out front of the office waiting for her to arrive. When she pulled up I quickly jumped in and off we went. As she drove things were pretty quiet. During that silence Deb slid her hand over and placed it on my leg. Me: so were did you want to go? Deb: any place quiet around here? Me: ya, I know I spot And proceeded to direct her where to go. As she drove she caressed my leg. Moving a little higher with each passing minute. Finally we arrived at the parking lot. It was a shuttered Taco Bell so I knew nobody would be around. No sooner were we parked and the cougar pounced. Deb grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. When our lips met it was like fireworks. The passion was 10/10 intense. She was clearly the take charge type just based on how she controlled the kiss. As we continued to kiss Debs hands were busy unclasping my belt and unzipping my dress pants. By the time she took a hold of my cock it was rock hard. Absolutely throbbing from how horny I had become from the kisses of this sexy cougar. She broke our kiss and leaned down and took my cock in her mouth. Her tongue felt incredible. Deb reached over and reclined my seat sending me onto my back. She took my whole cock deep into her mouth as she caressed my balls. She was moaning while she sucked and it drove me wild Deb: I bet no one your age has ever sucked your cock like this. I just moaned in pleasure as she went back to work. I was losing my mind from how she worked my cock with that tongue and mouth. I was about to blow when I pulled her off Me: easy babe. I’m going to cum if you keep that up Deb stopped. Wiped her mouth and sat back up. Deb: I guess I should get you back to work now Me: what? Really? We’re not going to finish? Deb grabbed my head and forcefully kissed me. Deb: baby you’re just going to have to see me again to experience the end result! I just stared at her. She began to unzip her jacket. I quickly realized she had nothing on underneath. Me: uhhh what are you doing? Deb: suck on mommas tits She grabbed my head and pulled it into her chest. I loved her boobs. Not too big, nice hard, thick nipples. I latched on and went to town. Deb was such a loud moaner. It was a real motivator. Must’ve sucked on them for at least 5 minutes. Deb pushed me away and pushed me on to my back. She started to climb across. As she lifted her leg I noticed she had no panties on under her skirt. In one smooth motion she landed on me sending my cock deep inside her soaking wet pussy. I wanted to cum right then and there. I buried my face back in her chest while she viciously rode my cock. After a few minutes she whispered in my ear “cum for momma big boy” as she sucked on my ear. I just kept thrusting. Fucking this cougar was a fantasy come true. “Tell momma when you’re gonna cum” She said as she kissed me deep. A few more thrusts and I just couldn’t take it anymore. “Momma I’m gonna cum” I squeaked out. Deb took her hand and placed it on my neck “cum for me baby!” she exclaimed as she met each thrust. One more pump and I unleashed a massive load into her. Pump after pump after pump. She held her hand to my throat as I experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life. |
Sophomore year. I move back into a shared room with the same roomate. His regular absence on weekends is convenient. Alexa stays in the apartment with Chelsea and another girl but Shelby comes back to campus and the dorms... and the trysting room. I am Cool Joe Sophomore on campus. I get lots of hugs and attention from the sorority sisters. People look at me like I'm some kind of stud! I'm updated on what everyone did over the summer. . . . . . Shannon sees me. "well hello beautiful boy. Did you have a good summer?" "I surely did. Are you still a virgin?" "Of course sir! And I'm engaged!" She shows me a huge ring. "Wedding is in June, you'll get a save the date notice." "You think that's appropriate? Inviting me?" She didn't answer that. I think it would be wildly inappropriate, inviting a dick you'd had up your ass to your wedding. I'd attend though, you bet!. "I suppose you're on good behavior until then?" I ask. She glares with simmering anger at my smirking face. "Unequivocally!!" I start to get a hard on as she turns and swishes away. Black on white polkadot dress. Golden curls. Straight seams on her nude stockings rising up to... That ass is without a doubt one of the finest things I've ever stuck my cock in. Two weeks after she asks me to go to church with her on Sunday. More about that later . . . . . . At a welcome back party I talk to my big sister Heather. Haven't seen her in a while. She's still graceful and gorgeous like a swan. She's a senior this year. She's getting serious with her boyfriend, a likeable philosophy major. I bring up sex, obliquely and she just says "we don't do that any more, we've been together too long" She asks me to walk her to her car. I get a deep good night kiss with energetic tongue probing. Then she starts feeling my crotch and when she discovers my rapid swelling, un zipping my pants. Her cool hand is on my hot rod, thumping with my heart beat. She orders me into the back seat of her car and her smooth hands bring me up to full readiness. She straddles me and hikes up the skirt of her sleeveless knit dress. She pulls her panties to the side and lowers down onto and then around my straining member. She rides me hard and her velvet voice is muttering in my ear and I have to hold back just long enough for her to cum and then I do too, gushing forceful spurts into her wringing vagina. Like before, she pulls her underwear right back in place and keeps my goodness all up inside her. "Thank you little brother" . . . . . . I have a little get together with Jaimie in the trysting room. I tell her I missed her right as I'm about to cum. She confesses that If I wanted to be her boyfriend she would be really pleased. I tell her I'm here for everybody and can't be exclusive. After that she keeps me at arms length and starts dating a frat guy. . . . . . . I see Jennifer during the first week back and my head does a double spin. She looks transformed! She comes up to me and her voice and carriage and whole demeanor is different. She's sounds confident and assertive and proud and WOW sexy! "Hi Kevin! I've been busy over the summer. I've kind of started weight lifting." Her body took up the same space as before but was way different. We sat alone in a corner of the quad and she brought me up to speed. "I got rid of that guy and started working out a lot and lost a lot of weight. Ya, he was really abusive. I did my first competition a week before coming back to school. "Wow, you look amazing. You really seem different" Her legs coming out of the shorts that were shorter and tighter than she ever would have worn before were toned and muscular and shaved. She was still wearing a characteristic baggy sorority sweatshirt but things that used to slouch down were now pointing up. She was phenomenal! "I'd really like to try my new body out on you, We could go to my room right now! I've been thinking about it for a long time. You were so nice to me. I want you to enjoy the fruits of my labors." I skipped class. She stripped like a bodybuilder in a competition. Under her sweatshirt was a sturdy, supportive but sexy brassier in blue satin and white lace. Her panties matched and rode high on her sinuous glutes. She turned her back to me and flexed her butt muscles and then her back muscles. She was a big framed girl but now she looked rippling and manly and a little frightening but aroused something in me, very much! And then she unhooked the bra and turned around and lifted the cups up and away from herself. Damn! Her tits were like bowling balls! Like spheres of flesh with those big taut raw pink nipples. "I lost a lot of weight when I got into working out and dieting and my tits just deflated. They just looked saggy and gross and I wanted them to match the rest of me so I got 'em done. 38F and the skin isn't even stretched, just filled out." She stretched and flexed her arms and biceps and held a few poses. "And my nipples still feel good." She stared me right in the eye with her blue bullets that didn't show a hint of tearfulness or uncertainty anymore. "I bet you wanna suck 'em". I nestled into her chest and switched back and forth between those two knobs. Her tit flesh was firm, almost unnatural but her crinkly aureola and rubbery nipples definitely connected to her pleasure receptors. She moaned at my suckling and ran her fingers through my long hair. My appreciation for her was growing. And so was my cock. Suddenly my clothes were coming off too and I'm on my back on the bed and she's on top of me in a lustful rush. It's terrific and terrifying. I feel small and mostly helpless but my dick is pointing out proud and strong and she interlocks us together. She rides me. Her velvet tunnel feels sensational and her muscles are crazy strong and throttle my cock. Fortunately it stays good and hard and I exert myself punching it up into her. While fucking hard and fast I suck her right nipple and areola into my mouth and cum in her tight muscular love tunnel. "DdddGhaaaaa!!" "more" I'm catching my breath and wondering how much time I need to recover. Here hands are quite rough from pumping barbells I guess and I avoid having them pull and squeeze my dick. I direct it towards her mouth and she sucks me in. She gives head slow and deep. Her blue eyes sparkle when she looks up at me, my shaft disappearing past her lips. "Oh Jennifer, your mouth is amazing. I'm so turned on." She sucks my balls which hurts a little but looks extraordinary. Her tongue comes out and bathes my cock and soon it's rigid. I'm eager to do her again. "I want to fuck you. Your body is so amazing." "Do it to me again. I want it hard. Bend me over and take me from behind." I try to give her the rigorous, athletic fucking her new physique deserves. I pound away, sloshing in her widened and wetted crack but after a while I wear out. My slim body isn't made for this kind of exertion. She tries fucking me with her tits. It looks great, my rod between her two orbs, greased up with some baby oil. Then she gets on top of me again, covering me with her body. It's sort of like being fucked by a monster. I just lie still and she lifts herself up and down on my cock like whole body pushups. She's sprinting for a goal and I hope I can get there with her Her voice seems to have gotten a bit more ditsy. When she says tits it sounds like "Tets" and pussy sounds like "Pissy". Maybe I'm thinking too much. I need to cum. I finally blow my nut a second time looking at her six pack abs and feeling her vagina wring me out. . . . . . I go to Church with Shannon one Sunday. She wears a dress and a slip and a hat, it's that kind of church. Her blonde hair is so perfect. She's a total Southern belle. Smells intoxicating like a magnolia or a jonquil or something. I bet every square inch of her body is powdered. I couldn't be more bored by the ceremony... whatever. I'm thinking about her body under all that prim Sunday finery. "get up and stand in the back and I'll meet you in two minutes" she purrs in my ear as I'm sitting there. We go to an empty room during the never ending sermon and I take her in the ass. Nude stockings, ruffled garter belt, silk panties. She has something in her purse that she slicked up my rod with. We can still hear the preacher, through a speaker or something! She talks about her wedding and how she wants to set it up so that I will fuck her in her wedding dress right before the ceremony. "That will be the last time," but she wants to walk down the aisle with my cum in her ass. The idea of that is phenomenal but hearing her say it out loud while I'm pumping into her rectum makes me tingle, jolt and spasm uncontrollably and fill her with sperm. She sucks me clean when I pull free and gets all of the residual drips out of me. I kiss and lick her tongue for a share of the taste. We go back and sit in our pew once we've returned breathing and heart rate and flushed faces to normal and she re does her lipstick and gets it off of me. I bet some of my goo is leaking out of her butt into her white panties as she sits next to me in the huge Baptist church. Is anybody looking at us? Does anyone suspect? I know some of her red lipstick is around the base of my shaft. . . . . . I've barely talked to Christine all summer. She looks like maybe she gained a little weight but that just makes her tits and hips look fuller. I want to see her naked again. I want to see her face when she's cumming again. I'd like that cumming to be on my cock. I'd like those tits to be in my face. Her nipples are still sensitive she says. I ask her if she wants another session with the flogger and she lights up. She also really wants to get with Elizabeth so I promise to talk to my Sorority Sister and see what groundwork Cindy may have laid for us when she macked on her at the formal last year. . . . . . So real soon I'm at a party with my sorority girls, my sisters, and I ask Elizabeth to dance. Her athletic body feels good up against me but we talk about Christine, actually about Cindy first. "That was hot, I can't believe I got it on at the formal, in the bathroom, with a girl!" "I can only imagine" "I think I know who you are talking about. Christine. She's in my class. I've been checking her out. Big tits." "Ya, they're awesome" "I tried to talk to her once but she just mumbled and went away" "ya, she has a huge crush on you" "Well let's get together then. You can facilitate I assume?" They meet in my room. It's like I'm not even there. Holding hands, lacing fingers together. grinning and giggling, pulling and pushing back and forth. "Not my type I didn't think, but you're really sexy. Your tits are awesome." Christine puts Elizabeth's hands on her tits. "I Got dressed up for you." Suddenly they are in a rush to get one another's clothes onto my floor. Elizabeth's lean, sinewy body is naked in front of me and I get a good look. Her tan lines show white where her running shorts would be and I can see her sports bra crisscrosses in the back. Her skin is taught and her small B cup tits look firm and upward pointing. Christine finds out first hand of course. She gets to touch 'em and then suck 'em. Her pubic hair is shaved into a speedy little patch. Christine gets to touch and taste that too. I can tell my friend's body has filled out a little, but her tits look stupendous and her skin seems smooth and soft. Her nipples have shiny silver rings piercing them. They look engorged. Elizabeth leans down over Christine's face and presses her hot gash to my goth girl's mouth. Christine licks her cunt with gusto. I'm watching them 69 and it's awesome! Elizabeth's rocking hip action is unreal, a true athlete, going for the goal. Christine loves it too, I can tell by the look she gives me after the lithe blonde girl cums and moans and wriggles off of her. "I've always wanted to try this. Does it actually work?" Elizabeth directs Christine into a new position. Clam jousting. Or scissoring I guess they call it. The girls engage their split legs so that their vulvas jam together and their wet slits slide like wrestling snails. Elizabeth seems to be getting off on the friction but I can tell that Christine just loves seeing the scene before her. Hot blonde exerting herself in lesbian jock fashion on her slippery sex. Bonking heads on bunk bed leads to giggling hilarity. They are really turning me on and I've taken the liberty of letting my cock out for some air. "look at Kevin, he's so hard poor thing!" I'm stroking it but only slightly, letting it inflate to it's full impressive hardness. "I guess we owe him for letting us hook up in his room." "And being patient and not trying to jump in" "ya, that would be annoying" Elizabeth points back and forth between me and my friend. "So do you two..." "ya, sometimes" "So you're bi?" "Just with him. I mean he eats pussy really good!" "Ya! I've heard! To no end!" She leers at me. "I've done it with two guys at once before" confesses Elizabeth. "my boyfriend and one other guy. It was ok but they were a little too jabby." "I do it with him and Cindy" "I knew she wasn't really his sister!" exclaims Elizabeth, triumphant. "Hey, I do it with a lot of my 'quote' sisters." I say like the stud muffin that I am. Gotta brag a little. "You haven't fucked me yet" "I really want to." I quickly add. "I think you should!" "ya, you should" says Christine, "get some of this fine ass" She grabs the girls supple haunch and tries to point it towards me. I get to fuck Elizabeth while Christine pinches her nipples and twiddles her clit. I'm able to give her one more orgasm, I think that's 4. God, she has increadible kegel muscles. I tell her when I'm about to cum and she says to pull it out. She arches her chest up and I lay impressive ropes of thick jism across her tan areas and white areas alike. She's seen me decorate her Sisters before but this is the first for her. "Wow it's hot! Sizzling!" "Ya, he's quite the artist." says Christine before she rises up and tongue kisses me as I squirt the last drizzles on her blonde athletic conquest. HOT. . . . . . Tiffany wants me to shoot photos of her and her boyfriend having sex in a motel room they're getting for a night. I bring a camera and some lights from the photography department. She's dressed in businesslike attire with sexy pinstripes and has spent some time on her hair and makeup. He looks a bit like a model too with tight abs and slick hair. He's kinda hot until he opens his mouth. He acts really jock ish but takes direction well and we try telling a story in pictures. I shoot a sequence as she does a little strip tease and gets down to her panties and bra. They look expensive and her abdomen looks toned. Her skin shows well in the lights. I direct her to get down on her knees and unzip him. He's skipped the underwear beneath his slacks and is hard already with what is actually a very photogenic cock. I shoot from the side and she delicately plays her tongue over the tip of his extended penis. It's a nice profile. Then I get up close beside him and get his point of view as she goes about swallowing his member and looking up into the camera. Well, she is trying to swallow it. She's getting a bit hurried and awkward. I have to direct her to slow down, you can't see speed in pictures, and she gets a little more than half in. It's a good six inches or more and bends upward like an eager banana. I'm right at his shoulder and he smells kinda nice. I click a few frames and then "UHHH Unn UHH" he ejaculates way too soon and she gets all bitchy. "Not yet! NOT YET! Oww! Damn!" She pulls it out and holds it away from her but he's still spurting and she gets some in her hair. She seems pretty upset. It smells bleachy. I wonder what it tastes like. I have them pose some more but he's gone flaccid and we have to hide his lack of hardness. He's embarrassed and that doesn't make it any easier. He frigs himself furiously but has no success at getting erect again. "This is just a weird situation, I don't ever do that!" boyfriend pleads. Tiffany and I are unconvinced that this is a unique occurrence. I have them strip naked and get in angles and positions so it looks like they're fucking but his dick isn't in her and we keep it off camera. She looks good in the doggy position with her back bowed and tries to act sexy but I can tell she's pissed off at him. We're done a lot sooner than I expected. I show the pics to Christine after I develop them and she likes to comment on details but it doesn't turn her on much. She does laugh at the pictures of Tiffany wincing and trying to deflect the spurts of her boyfriend's cum. "Maybe I should take pictures of you" I offer. "Not with dicks in them" "Not real dicks" I add. "And not with my face in them. just body parts." "Ok." We mess around a bit and shoot some pictures. She models a few of her outfits, and some toys. She actually likes it and gets performative, positively lewd in fact! Warmed up and fragrant. After we wrap up she sort of shooshes me out. I think she needs to masturbate. I go right to develop the film in the darkroom and make some prints. Our best result is a close up. It shows her two hands, with lots of rings and bracelets, grasping the wrist of my one hand which is holding the end of a thick ribbed dildo which is in turn dissapearing up her dilated cunt. She is wearing an embroidered corset with beaded fringes that trail down her pale abdomen. Her black fishnets stop just a few inches below her puss which she has taken to shaving completely. It's a great picture. When I show her the finished print that I've worked quite hard on in the darkroom she gets immediately turned on. "Beautiful work! I really want to play with that toy again now." "Allow me..." She does allow me and I fuck her on her bed with the dildo. She steers me and directs the angle and rhythm of the tool and I keep it penetrating her insistently, speeding up slightly every few minutes and the results are thunderous orgasms for her and a desperately hard dick for me. "Can I fuck you?" I ask politely as she's huffing and gasping. "Honey, truly, I swear I was going to let you do that but I'm getting sore down there. I don't think I can take any more pounding. Not in this little puss." She gives me a sad face. "You're really hard aren't you?" Of course I am. I got to stimulate her and watch her voluptuous body in action. I love seeing her face in ecstacy and seeing her heave and gasp. "There's more than one way I can fuck you..." She was still panting from the contractions the thrusting dildo had given her but her face changed. Her eyes widened as she caught my drift. "Ummm! Woah! I dunno! Maybe?..." She knew what I was suggesting but didn't say it. "Have you done it before?" I ask. "No! I've probed around a little before but... No I've never tried anything as big as you but... well maybe, ok... I feel like I owe you a good cum, and some dirty sex." "You might like it." "I do like to experiment." I scooted her to the center of the bed and grabbed a pillow to put under her butt. She was still wearing knit stockings and a long sleeve black top that had pushed up over her belly, all round and womanly. I went first to prepare the area with my tongue. Light licking around her rim and then forceful stabbing in past her sphincter. Her oozy cunt had already moistened the area considerably. It was humid down there! "Oh OH! god! Oh! I like that !Oh Yow! Toss my salad! You sicko! You badgirl!" I licked out her butt real good. I got my tongue up in there and felt her sphincter relax for me. "Awww! You freaky bitch!" she gasped, " Ok, try it! Fuck! I'm ready! ready as I'll ever be for a guy to stick his dick in my ass." I get some lube which we had used for the dildo and grease myself up. I finger her orifice too and she seems to be opening for me. "Ready to lose your virginity to me?" "Believe me, that will be the only dick that I ever allow in there... or anywhere for that matter. So you'll be the first and the only." "Here you go" I say as I easily insert the tip of my head into her well prepped asshole. "Ok,slow, but keep going. I feel it streching.... oooowwwwww" I feel it streching too and accepting my rod entering a centimeter at a time into her super hot tunnel. It's three degrees hotter I've heard. It feels like a furnace. I get myself a couple inches in and stop, relaxing and pulling back a bit. Her rectum stretches back with me. "In!" Christine's eyes are wide and her thin lips spread. I push inward with steady force. Then out, then in, then out, then in. I start picking up speed. Her labia are spread out and very wet. I drive all the way in to her ass and feel her sopping wet pussy against my abdomen. "Does that feel good?" "Ya. I can't believe it but ya, it does. I can't believe you're fucking me up the ass and I'm liking it." "This is so hot!" I look down at the string of vaginal mucus connecting her gash to my abdomen. She's dripping. It's flowing down onto my shaft and giving us more lubrication in her back door. I fuck into her faster. "Can I cum in you? I wanna cum in your ass, it feels so good!" "Ya, Ya..." "You look so fucking good." "Fuck me!" "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh" I flood her bowels with my sperm. The wetness lets me slosh around in there until I finally start to soften. I kiss her. I hadn't even kissed her yet. "I love you" I whisper in my post orgasm bliss. "Ya" I slowly pull out of her tight hole and a slurping wet noise makes us both laugh. "And now I'm a mess..." she cringes "... fuckin' GUYS! Gross! Dammit!" . . . . . Halloween Party Katie tells me she'll dress as a nun if I dress as a priest. Alexa finds me a black jacket and slacks and I make a roman collar just out of some cardboard. That's all it takes to look ecclesiastical. The party is in a house divided into four apartments and they are all in on it. Hundreds of people. There's a band in one upstairs apartment and and it's pretty frat-y in the downstairs. The other upstairs apartment is owned by a theater person and it has a good number of men in drag and people of questionable orientation. My sisters look good; Lisa in a green body suit and red wig like a batman character. Whatever bra she's wearing makes her look like a superhero. Those things could shoot bullets. Jennifer is in drag as a man, a 20's gangster, her tight pinstripe slacks show her bulging leg muscles. Neato! Jamie is a 60's hippie biker paired with her boyfriend. Her bell bottoms show her ass off real good. Bonnie, Kelly, Chelsea, are all "sexy" versions of something; nurse, vampire, police officer. There's a lot of possibility here. Heather is Alice in Wonderland. I wonder if she wants me to go down the rabbit hole? Katie finds me and we duck into a bathroom that has candles all over. It feels a bit churchlike. She is in conservative black with just enough headscarf to look like a nun. "Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been a long time since my last confession" "Tell me your sins my child" "I have been having impure thoughts..." "About what sister?" "About your cock, father." "Sodomy! Lustful thoughts." I say, brushing her sinful body with my holy hands. "FUCK me father for I have sinned!, I am a fornicator!" My pants are down and her skirt is up. I would have expected nuns to wear underwear but I guess not in this case. "Are you prepared to receive the holy spirit?" "I am the handmaiden of the Lord" My penis plunges deep in her very ready vagina. She's up on the sink counter. I'm ramming swiftly into her yielding body. She is very verbal. "Our father, who art named Kevin... hallowed be thy cock!" I'm going to ejaculate pretty soon. I decide not to do the Catholic thing though. I'm going to cum in her. Maybe that will ensure that I'm the only one who does so tonight. My breathing intensifies and she feels the strain. "fill me with the holy spirit!" I burst inside her, clenching and pulsing and banging her head back against the mirror. It sets her off and I feel her body spasm. "Hail mary, mother of god!" That was really fucking hot but we collect ourselves quickly and Katie heads into the frat party. I go up to the art party There's a girl person dressed as a Geisha in an impeccable Kimono. We are immediately drawn together and start dancing so close we brush lips. Rosebud lips, white face, white cheeks glossy hair with flowers pinned. "don't you remember me?" comes her soft and low voice, " I fucked you." It must be the guy named Jack who put the loving in my ass that night over the summer in Alexa's room. I recognize now all of a sudden. I start to speak but am shushed. "You'd better just call me Cio Cio San" This vision in silk leads me down the hall to a back bedroom. Coats are piled on the bed. We lock the door. "I'm not really into the priest thing but if you want to suck my cock, by all means do so." Her voice is perfect. I do want to suck her cock. She backs up to the edge of the bed and I prepare to go down. "Sorry I'm not a little boy... Father." What a snide bitch she is. My mouth is watering. On my knees, I push the folds of the kimono aside. lace top stockings, sheer, high heels, High waisted black silk, lace front, very constrictive. I could see the outline of what was beneath. Pointed straight up. I freed it and popped it in my mouth, flicking it all around it with my tongue. It was solid before but now it is stiffer. Sweet pre-cum. I bob my head on it. Perfume smells exotic. Sucking geisha cock IS exotic, and erotic. My recently stretched rod is filling again. We feel that her tight undergarment needs to come off and I work it down the white hips and over the silk stockings. I cradle two tight nuts in my hand. I slide my circled thumb and forefinger loosely and then tightly up and down the stiff but narrow shaft and feel it surge and clench. I remember it penetrating my ass and pulsing with orgasm. "Oh baby... oh baybeeeeeee!" High voiced" Iyyyyyyy! Iyyyyyyeeeee!" Cio Cio San's penis gushes in my mouth. I let it remain there as long as it wants before meticulously cleaning it with my mouth. I want to kiss those little red rosebud lips and I do. Cio Cio San seems more passive, more obedient to me now that I have released her seed and swallowed it. I stand up and step back. She spreads out the kimono just so on the bed with her in the middle, one leg hiked up and over, one stockinged leg pointed out towards me. Curve of white ass cheek below the corset. Twisting back to partially face me, arm thrown back, finger tips inviting me towards her tight pink flower. Her hand produced a translucent bead which popped inside her anus. "I'ts time for your sacrament priest." I hurriedly got my cock out through the fly of my somber black slacks and stroked and kneeded it. It was turgid and steely and a glob of precum oozed out which I spread over the head. "That is a delicious looking cock. I would suck it but I don't wish to defile my makeup." Her voice was rising up and affecting a fake oriental accent. I tried to let mine drop down to a manly tone. "I appreciate you offering yourself to me Cio Cio San." I was up in her hot crotch and my cock head nestled against her sphincter. "Be gentle with me, for I am a virgin. Te hee." That hole definitely felt virgin tight as I pressed against it. "do not fear Butterfly, I will gently open your flower." I ducked my head down to the bed, put my nose in her butt cleft and licked, lapped and ringed her, or his, muscle hole. I transferred as much saliva from my mouth to that puckered anus as i could produce and dipped my tongue in. It was opening for me. There was no sign of the bead, but it had gotten oily and slick inside there. The bead must have dissolved as lubrication. My cock was back in place and ready to go in. "Like an arrow to it's notch." Just pushing into that beautiful geisha ass almost made me cum immediately. I had to proceed slowly and let the shocks settle. The heat was intense and Cio Cio San sighed at theatrical volume. We copulated at a slow and langorous pace. "I think I could cum again." I put my hand up under the kimono and what I found there was indeed re hardened. Gripping her by the stiff prong in front I was able to thrust slightly harder and faster but still I held back and savored the sensation. Fucking nun pussy and geisha ass in the same evening. Sublime. Her voice was rising as before and I felt prepared to stream forth. "Give me your seed so that we may have a child!" Well that was theatrical! I felt the urgency rising in my balls and stroked the cock in my hand faster. I heard her squeals and sighs and the cock in my hand pulsed and so did the ring of muscle around my thrusting dick and I moaned and emptied myself into Cio Cio San's alabaster body. I hunched forward and kissed her neck as I spasmed and gasped. "Beautiful Butterfly." I disengaged from the hot creamy love hole and steped back. She swishes and swirls and is covered by the Kimono. "You must respect my modesty." . . . . . . Just about the time I've run out of my special vitamins I get introduced to Pi alum chemistry teacher Prof Winston. Angela Winston. I've never seen her out of lab clothes. She kinda has a Martha Stewart look to her and I feel warm and tingly about that. Gray blond hairdo in a layered medium style that frames her face. Her chest looks matronly, especially in the ever present white lab coat. What I can see of her legs looks sturdy and shapely. She helps me synthesize more. Wants me to come to her house and try them out. For research purposes. She puts me in the middle of her king sized bed and tests my reaction by slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She doesn't have a small waist. I mean she has born children, three I think. I see pictures on the dresser. She has a cute daughter. Early high school. "Young man" she gets my attention and focuses it on her cleavage, Her white blouse is unbuttoned and I'm getting feelings from watching her breathe. I'm just wearing underwear and they are starting to tent. Mrs Winston proceeds to handle me until I'm bursting hard. She uses her mouth and hands and gets me to cum after 10 min of persistent effort. She holds my cock in her mouth and takes the first several pumps but then has to pull off. I keep spraying up in the air as she swallows with difficulty. "Oh my word! Our medication certainly has an effect." Several minutes later, even after cleaning up with a cold washcloth, I'm still teeming with hot blooded hardness. "Why don't you rest for a while and we'll make sure that your erection subsides" I try to take a nap for a while. It's pretty comfortable, lying in her king sized ocean of white, high thread count sheets. Smells good too. When she comes back in she is wearing a silk dressing gown and I am rested, but still hard as a metal pipe. I think she's gotten dressed up for me. She helps herself to my tumescent rod. That middle aged (forty five?) vagina feels tighter than I expected but that could be because of my frankenstein dick. It's creamy in there and I feel her dilating. She rides me, keeping it in deep and grinding down. She leans over as she cums loudly and batters my face with her hanging breasts. Child feeding breasts. She keeps at it too, adding lubricant, and achieves two more orgasms for herself. She's sweating and laughing and thanking me but still I haven't cum. I can feel the skin of my cock but it's not transmitting inward and up to my groin where my orgasm would come from. She tries to help me with it but after a few hours of valiant attention her husband is soon to come home and I have to scurry out. I walk all the way back to my dorm and it's still stridently erect. I think about finding a sister to help me out but I'm kind of too chafed and uncomfortable and embarrassed to try. I say I'm sick and hide in my bed until morning when mercifully it seems back to normal. I'm even worried that my morning wood will spring up with a vengeance so I take a cold shower and try to think chaste thoughts. Those are in short supply these days. She calls later to check on me and apologies. We must adjust the dosage. And of course more evaluation from Angela Winston. |
I was awakened by my hard cock rubbing against something soft. It was still dark out. I then remembered that little Lindsey was curled up against me, her little ass is what my cock was rubbing on. She was still a virgin but has shown that she is very into sex. She has sucked my cock, eaten pussy as well as having her pussy eaten and fingered. I noticed in the dim light that my sweet daughter Megan was curled up with her most adorable best friend Nichole. Megan had her hand on Nichole's cunt, hell, maybe her fingers were still in her. I could see Nichole's face, she is absolutely stunning to look at. My mind was thinking of all that has happened in the last day and my cock started to twitch a little against Lindsey's sweet ass. I brought my hand up to my mouth, worked up some saliva, and drooled it onto my fingers. I grabbed my cock and lightly drenched it around the head with my spit. Slowly, not wanting to wake Lindsey, I pushed the head of my rock hard cock between her legs, right below her cunt. Wow, this is tight. I made sure that when I pushed in and out that my cock was rubbing against her pussy. This felt really good, so slick, so hot. I was getting a little more aggressive with my strokes. I reached around and rest my hand on Lindsey's little breast. Actually, just little bumps with nipples. I could feel her nipples hardening. After a couple of minutes of this, Lindsey started to push her ass back at me not allowing my cock to leave her slick legs. Then she grabbed my hand on her chest. I bent over and kissed the back of her little neck. She moaned, turned her head and said, "remember Mr Smith, I am next". She then I thought she was trying to get my cock into her cunt the way she was positioning herself. Lindsey is still a virgin as far as fucking goes. But she was making it obvious to me that she wanted to really lose it and have a cock in her. I pulled my cock out from between her legs and turned her to me. I licked her lips, slipped my tongue in her mouth and she did the same to me. I asked if she was ready to become a woman. "Oh yeah" was her reply. I kissed her again, grabbed her hand and told her we should go to the den so we don't wake the other girls. We slowly, quietly got out of the bed and left the bedroom. Lindsey barely came up to my chest in height I realized as we walked to the den. I picked her up, cradled her in my arms and kissed her sweet lips again. Once we reached the den, I laid Lindsey down on the sofa. Without any words, I pulled one leg off the edge of the sofa, exposing her hot little cunt to my watering mouth. I went down on my knee's and started kissing her inner thigh's. It was still wet from my saliva but also her pussy juice was running wild. I kissed and licked my way to her cunt. I licked up and down her slit, sucked on her clit and drove my tongue as deep as I could into her. She was moaning and was starting to shake. I kept a relentless pace with my tongue that was driving her wild. She grabbed my head to her, thrusting her cunt in my face. She let out one long moan and shot out a big load of sweet cum for me. I lapped it all up. Best tasting pussy cum I have ever had. I wanted to make this special for Lindsey. I stood up, sat her upright and asked her to suck my cock. She grabbed it and literally forced it down her throat. This girl is a natural deepthroat fuck. I had to stop her before I blew my nuts. I told her it's time to fuck. She nodded and said she was ready. I got on my knee's, pulled her to the edge of the sofa and wrapped her legs around me. With the nightlight on in the den I could see pretty well. I looked down and my cock was right against her hot hairless pussy. I grabbed my cock, rubbing it up and down her wet cunt. She was already starting to writhe around and moaning. Slowly, I pushed the head of my cock against her cunthole. Dam, this one is the tightest I've ever had. I wasn't sure this was going to work. I pushed harder and suddenly I was in about an inch or so. I slowly, gently started to work back and forth, going deeper until I came in contact with her virginity. Lindsey never showed any sign of being uncomfortable. I kept stroking in and out, bumping against her hymen. She said, " Do it". I pushed forward with some force, grabbing her little hips and broke through. Lindsey jerked but didn't say anything or show pain. I stayed buried in her for a minute to let her rest. She was the one that started moving first, pulling me to her with her feet on my ass. We fucked for quite awhile before either of us came. Having cum so much throughout the day I didn't know if I would have any left to shoot into her. I picked her up, leaving her impaled on my cock and started to really fuck her. She now started to moan, slam herself on me so I went to slamming back. She was licking my tits, which was new to me and it felt good. I just held her ass in both hands and pumped in and out of the tightest, sweetest, youngest pussy I have ever had. Lindsey started to shake again, threw her head back and let out a loud long moan. I could feel her cunt just pulsating on my cock, feel the juices pouring out of her. I then pulled her down hard on my cock and let loose with a rocket of cum that I didn't think I would have. She felt it shooting into her and started to orgasm again. I just kept pumping until I was going soft. Lindsey just hung onto me, shaking. I laid her back down on the sofa and went to get a washcloth and towel. I washed the blood and cum mixture off her and me. Lindsey looked at me and said that it was the best thing she has ever done. I laid next to her, holding her to me and we fell asleep. Next thing I know, Megan and Nichole are shaking me awake. Megan said, "Dad, Jimmy and Ian are coming over this morning to play some video games with us, you and Lindsey better get dressed". Fuck, I jumped up and ran for my room with Lindsey in my arms. I laid her on my bed, covered her tired little body and went for the shower. When I got out the boys were already there. Jimmy was 15 and Ian was 14. Nice looking boys. They were playing some arcade game with the girls. I said hi to them and went to the kitchen to fix something for us to eat. I would look in once in awhile and see Jimmy putting his hand on Nichole's barely covered thigh. I noticed that my sweet little Megan only had a t-shirt and panties on. Ian was checking her out a lot. Oh man, where's this going to go? I |
[i]My name is Mary and I have always had a power to control peoples actions. At least that's what I thought until I realized around age thirteen that i was actually able to manipulate peoples minds. It worked well to my advantage when things were not going to well at home with my brother and other members of the clan. But where my real power came into play was at the firm I worked for when I turned 19. My dad was a hot shot lawyer and had secured a job for me in the same firm. I had met most of the people at various functions the firm held every year. So Noone was really surprised to see me behind one of the desk in the main foyer entrance hall. I had to start as a receptionist with a girl named Jill. Like myself Jill was tall blonde and well toned. Her measurements were 35c 29 34. I watched her walk up to and from the filing cabinets everytime she moved there. i am alot like Jill except I am 37c 30 35 ,with a totally shaven pussy because my brother likes it that way. Anyways this day was a good hot summer day in july and Jill had worn a very short mini skirt and an almost transparent blouse without a bra. I figured she was trying to attract the bosses attention an thought I could help her out a bit. First off I had to play a little with Jill. She was talking to a young lady while standing in front of and leaning on her desk. As the convesation went on I planted a few thouhgts in Jills mind. Much to my and the young girls delight Jill removed her top without missing a beat in the convesation. I had the young girls mind with a plant or two and soon I was treated to the sight of two topless young ladies passionatley french necking in the main building entrance and the people coming into the firm were being well entertained. i had to put a stop to it before my dad arrived so I put plants in their heads to stop and replace their garments and they never even knew what had happpened. Later that afternoon about an hour before closing Jill and I were both called to the bosses office. Jill had removed her panties in the elevator and I made sure that Mr. Wilkins looked up her skirt several times while talking to us, Mr. Wilkins said he had been told by many employees and business partners what an excellent job we were doing and he was moving us up the corporate ladder to the recption area on the top floor so he could keep an eye on us and see the best at work. We both were overjoyed and I gave Mr.Wilkins a kiss on the cheek and as Jill was about to do the same I planted a few thoughts in her mind and she gave Wilklins a passionate kiss on the lips and hiked up her skirt sitting on his desk and running a finger over her bare shaven pussy lips looking direrctly into Mr.Wilkins eyes. Without so much as a glance i put ti into his mind to eat and fuck young Jill for all he was worth. I watched for a minute as Mr.Wilkins buried his face between Jills sexy thighs and then I left. On the bus ride home I noiced a young lady who was looking really nervous as she stood between two men. The bus was really crowded and she was really hot. I wanted to see if she would respond in such close quarters to the others and my mind didn't interfere with anybody elses.. I concentrated on her and had her feel an itching sensation just below her breasts and as she scratched I planted another thoughtand she started to rub one of her tits. One of the guys was noticing her actions and slid his hand up her skirt. I sensed her start to panic and quickly planted a calmness into her mind and she relaxed letting this guy do as he willed. I watched intently as this total stranger finger fucked some girl on the bus ride home. Once at home I was greeted by my mother and brother as they had just returned from a day out at the lake with my sexy little cousin who had just arrived in town. I went up to my room stripped of my work outfit and as I was looking through my closet for a nice skirt and top i heard a knock come to my door. Thinking nothing of it I said "It's open," and then my brother strode into my room. My brother had a strained look on his face...with a few seconds before he spoke I realized I was staning in front of him in my see through bra and lace frilly panties. Brother said he was having trouble with Mom and needed my help to secure the car for saturday night in which we were both going to a rock concert. I sensed brothers discomfort at having to ask me to help and I also felt his eyes roaming pver my body. I hadn't been laid in quite a while so I planted a few thoughts into brothers head and soon he dropped his jeans and i saw a cock i loved to suck on.. i had my own mind spinning and I fell to my knees and engulfed his eight inch cock into my mouth. I had sucked on his cock so many times in the last five years it was second nature to me and I never choked anymore. I gave him a mind blowing blowjob and then had him eat my aching pussy with his soft talented tongue Bringing me to an orgasm before fucking his brains out then we went down stairs. Mother was in the den working on Daddy's computer while sitting in Daddy's lap. I had witnessed these little fuck sessions so often it didn't shock me anymore. My parents were quite sexuallly active and really open about sex and never tried to keep us from seeing them or participating if we so desired. I planted the thought in to Moms head as i walked calmly over to them and mom had a glazed look in her eyes as I spoke to her and she quickly promised me we could use the car and i made a plant that she would remember that promise. I saw my mom's tits as my dad fondled them I planted a sensation in her mind and as I left the den My mother had the best earthshaking orgasm she had ever had in he life and father gave it to her. Or that's his version of the story. That night my sexy cousin Alexandria came by.We all called her Alex. She was dressed in a tank top and short cut off shorts. She was about 33b 27 33. Cute as a butoon and had an appetite for sex that put most guys to shame, and put most guys to shock, as no guys got her. She was a hardcore full blown lesbian and I loved her for it. I loved to suck o her inch long nipples and eat her trimmed red pussy. She had gotten a clitty ring just last year and this she said enhanced our sexual pleasure. It didn't do shit for me but she had some very powerful orgasms on my tongue and Oh what a sweet nectar she has. Brother and the parents went to a movie that night and I was left alone with alex. I didn't need to plant any sex thoughts in her head but I did have to plant the thoughts for her to step out to the front yard and strip as a few peiople were walkling by then to come back in and not remember a thing. As soon as she was back in the house I attachd myself to one of her inch long nipples sucking as long as she would let me while I snaked a hand down between her legs and feriously finger fucked my sweet cousin. Her moans of pleasure drove me farther into her as i dropped to my knees and tongue fucked her. We made love for over three hours that night nad i loved every second of it. Now Cousin Works at the same firm and her and Jill and I are all living together and sleeping together as I turned Jill into a bi-sexcual and was still working on turning her off men so we could have her to ourselves totally. |
My official entry for CAW #12 on our own Sex Stories forum, hosted by member and CAW #11 winner, ahorsewithnoname: ********** Aging fishermen tell stories about “the one that got away.” The one that got away from me was a girl named Loni. ***** The heat waves shimmered in the distance, inexorably rising off the sand in an unmerciful display of mother nature's authority. Shade was nowhere to be found. Off to the left, a transistor radio could be heard, the music of the Beatles signaling the start of another day on the beach. It was the summer of '69. It was the summer of Loni. ***** I was fresh out of college with a completely useless diploma in a major that had zero job prospects without a Master's degree. The amount of partying I did in college ensured that I wouldn't get into any kind of grad school, not that I had the self-discipline to do the work anyway. Knee injuries from drunken college foolishness kept me out of the military. I moved back into my parents' basement, hacked off some of my hair, and found a proofreading job at a printing company. Second-shift was fine. I'm not a morning person. Neither was Loni. She started working there soon after I did. She was a typist, transcribing manuscript into primitive computer files on cassette tapes. When a typist finished a document, she would print it out, put it in a folder with the original manuscript, and bring to the proofreaders. Loni was gorgeous. Fred, an older guy I worked with, caught me watching her one evening. “Go for it,” he said. “You're close enough to her age. She's been legal for a year.” “Who is she?” “You're joking. That's Loni Svensen. You know? LONI SVENSON?” “Who's Loni Svensen?” “What planet did you say you're from?” “Man, you know damn well I live fifteen minutes from where we are right now. Who the hell is Loni Svensen?” “I can't believe you don't know. She was high school Homecoming Queen in her senior year, won the county beauty pageant easily, and placed second at the state pageant. She's working here, saving money to go to a fashion design college in Boston.” “She's cute,” I said. “Cute? That girl was one unfortunate song choice away from competing for Miss America! Beautiful and sexy as hell are the words you're looking for. She's not dating anyone. There was a boyfriend in high school. The dumb shit dumped her for some other girl. She lives with her mom. I went to high school with that women. Tried to get in her pants more than once. Loni's sexier than her mother ever was, and that's saying something.” “Way out of my league, man.” I turned back to my work. Fred spun my chair to face him. “Nobody gets laid with that attitude. Don't tell me you're a virgin.” “Hardly. I had fun in high school and college.” “What? Twice? Once each place?” he chuckled. “If you must know, I had a serious girlfriend in high school. We learned a lot from each other. I had chicks in college, too.” “Ones you had sex with? And when you say 'chicks', you mean, what? Two? Three?” “Three in one day once, and there were two girls who slept over pretty regularly. My roommate dropped out. Two dorm beds pushed together made plenty of room for all kinds of fun. A chick lived in my room with me for a few months, and ….” “All right, all right. Fine. You've been with girls. Were they sweat-hogs?” “No! But they didn't wear tiaras!” Fred laughed. “Loni's my daughter's best friend. She's at our pool all summer. Pictures tomorrow.” “Why would you torture me? I'll never get to see her in a bathing suit in real life.” “I don't know what brain damage you suffered in college, but if your ears work, listen! You can get that girl!” “That's insane. You're wrong.” “I'm not wrong. At least I won't be if you'll just fucking listen to me.” “Right.” I moved back to my desk. Fred grumbled, “We'll talk tomorrow, after 'show-and-tell'.” I dreamed about her that night. We were work buddies, talking at breaks sometimes, but nothing more. I thought the dream might be a glimpse into my future with her. All right. I'd be thrilled with that. It would be more fun drinking coffee with her than Fred. He displayed an envelope when he came in that afternoon. “I'll show you these on one condition.” “What's that?” “You forget where you saw them. My wife and daughter would kill me.” “What the hell is in that envelope?” “Wait until break-time.” Loni wore a casual dress that day. Fred said she designed and made it herself. When she leaned over my desk to bring me her work, I tried not to stare at her cleavage. Her aroma was natural, healthy, a hint of sweetness, very feminine, but only mildly sexual – maybe the way a goddess would smell. When she left the room, Fred tossed me some coins. “You know how I like my coffee. I'll find a table outside. God, she smells good enough to eat.” He rolled back to his desk. The break buzzer sounded. I made it to the vending machines in record time, but why? If he had nude pictures, it would only make things worse. He opened the envelope when I sat down. “This is her mom, Camilla, the summer after we got out of high school, about the same age Loni is now.” Camilla looked like Loni, with the same nearly black wavy hair, but she was shorter, a little more Italian looking. It was a posed shot at the beach. Her suit must have been pretty daring back in those days, and she looked damn good. “Damn, Fred, she's as beautiful as her daughter!” “Yup, but Loni's taller. Her height and those blue eyes come from Dad. Peter Svensen. Big blond guy, starting tackle all through school. We called him Thor. He died in a car accident, going for milk for the girls. Loni was three.” He pulled out another picture. “Camilla has a full-time job, and works Friday and Saturday overnight someplace else. My wife and I are friends with her from school. We used to babysit her girls. Camilla and the kids love the pool. They're at our place most Sunday afternoons.” This snapshot showed a woman Fred's age, doing justice to a bathing suit most teens couldn't wear. It was obviously the same woman, the same beautiful hair, and the same slightly olive skin. This suit showed more of it – lots of cleavage, firm bare midriff, shapely legs and ass. Hot mama! “That was taken last summer. The girls mean everything to her, so she's always spent all her time providing for them and making the best home and family life she can. I admire her, and I'd fuck the hell out of her. The next one is Loni's graduation picture.” He handed me a standard yearbook pose. Her hair was styled simply, but it was still beautiful, and her smile was dazzling. The next shot showed her perched gracefully on the back of a convertible. She had a tiara pinned to her elegantly styled hair, and she wore a formal gown in blue, to match her eyes. The photographer was at the perfect angle. Loni smiled straight at me. “Homecoming,” Fred said. “She made that gown from scratch. Drew the patterns herself.” The next picture showed her dressed as a cowgirl, dark hair in braids, belting out a song. “What's this?” “That's from the talent competition at the state pageant. Wrong year to do a song from 'Oklahoma”. “I'm not into redneck girls, but she looks great!” “Swimsuit competition.” Fred handed me a picture of Loni in a conservative but form-fitting one-piece suit. Her figure was more beautiful than I dared imagine. “Sunbathing last summer.” In this one, she was lying on her belly in a bikini. She had gathered the bottoms up into little more than a g-string, and the top was unclasped. She squinted into the sun, shielding her eyes with her hand. Side-boob competed with ass for my attention. “My God, Fred! Why are you showing me this?” “You're looking, kid. My daughter works second-shift too, so I see that every day.” He pulled the final photograph from the envelope. “No one knows I have this.” She was climbing out of Fred's pool, wearing a white t-shirt and knit shorts, sunglasses in hand, hair dripping. Camilla was in the background, laughing. Loni's clothes were nearly transparent, and she wasn't wearing underwear. Her face looked angry. Her body looked like a centerfold. “Holy shit,” I muttered. Fred put his treasures away. “You can get that.” “Man, you're nuts,” I snorted. “Listen! Be friendly, but not too friendly. Smile when you see her. Don't drool. Let her think you don't really care about her beauty. Talk to her. Listen to her. Let her make the first move.” “Her first move will be in the opposite direction. I don't have a chance with her.” “Suit yourself. Someone should be tapping that. It could be you.” He finished his coffee and took the envelope inside. As the days passed, I noticed her more and more. Shorts weren't allowed in our part of the building. Women wore pants or casual skirts. Loni pushed the dress code with some hemlines. She apparently designed and made almost everything she wore, and she always looked fabulous. I felt like an awkward kid. I hadn't been bragging to Fred about college. It was “the dawning of the age of Aquarius”. If you had grass or booze, you got laid. Things changed. I was a working man. Granted, living in my parents' basement, but I had hopes, dreams, even some vague plans. None of them included this girl. That was too crazy. One evening, the workload was light for both proofreaders and typists. Our manager asked for volunteers to work in the factory area of the building, shrink-wrapping magazines and loading cartons of them on skids. Loni and I, the youngest of the bunch, agreed to do it. The machinery generated a lot of heat, so the dress code was much more relaxed. People wore shorts with tees or tank tops. At break time, I took off my outer shirt. I had a t-shirt underneath, expecting to work in our air-conditioned office. “Good idea,” Loni said, dashing out to the parking lot. She returned with a bag and went into the ladies' room. When I came back from getting us sodas, she was on her way in from her car. Her hair was held back by a kerchief tied as a sweatband. She had a Led Zeppelin t-shit, slashed from the collar to an interesting level, and cropped to show sun-bronzed belly skin. She completed her new outfit with a pair of tight, threadbare jeans, cut off so short the pockets showed in front. Loni took dance lessons for years and competed in gymnastics in high school. She was strong, agile, and light on her feet. If it's possible to look graceful while loading bundles of magazines into a hot shrink-wrap machine, she did it. The manufacturer of that machine would have paid good money for pictures of her operating the thing. We finally caught up with the rest of the production line. I sat on on a stack of skids, mopping my brow with the tail of my t-shirt. “How fast are you running that machine, girl?” “As fast as I need to if we're going to get done. Too much for you, old man?” She sat next to me and flashed me a smile of beautiful white teeth and laughing eyes. “How long until lunch?” “About an hour.” Damn, even sweaty, she smelled wonderful. A tow-motor arrived with another pallet of magazines still stinking of ink. We got to work again. Fred joined us for lunch outside. He kept giving me meaningful looks. I was afraid she would see him. She'd never talk to me again if she knew how hard I struggled to keep her from becoming become the girl of my dreams. I was too much of a realist to see her romantically, or sexually, or in any other way but as a work buddy. Fantasy about her was stupid. At the end of our shift, we were told to dress for work in the plant the next night. We talked in the parking lot for a few minutes before driving home. The next afternoon, she appeared at the time-clock in a dressy blouse and a skirt. I wore cut-offs and a t-shirt, a bandanna in my pocket to make into sweatband. “I thought we were dressing for the plant tonight, Loni. You'll roast.” “No I won't. I have a top and shorts underneath. I wanted to go shopping before work, and I wasn't sure I'd have time to go home and change.” We punched in and learned that we were doing exactly the same thing as the night before. When we got to our work station, Loni produced a hair tie and gathered her dark waves into a high ponytail. She removed her blouse to reveal a short top, displaying her taut, flat abdomen. Then she undid some fasteners on her skirt and stripped to a pair of athletic-style shorts, slit halfway up her hips. “I'm ready to sweat tonight,” she said. The large printing press near us that made so much noise the previous night was idle for scheduled maintenance. We were able to talk more easily than we did before, and we learned a lot about each other. Being with her made the work go fast. Still, I couldn't picture myself asking her out. At the end of the night, we were told there might be some work in our regular departments the following day. If things were slow, we would spend our time in the back-issue warehouse, picking orders for individual magazines a collector or library needed. That area was air-conditioned, but we were told to dress for comfort, since we would be on our feet doing light physical labor. Loni appeared the next day in a yellow sundress with matching yellow casual shoes. I was in thin khakis and a lightweight polo shirt. We were given order lists, mailing envelopes, and a cart stacked with empty bins. We found a rhythm. The break-time buzzer surprised us. Relaxing with me at a picnic table outside, she said, “We got a lot done. This is easy.” “I wouldn't call it easy.” “Do you want to trade jobs? I can load the bins,” she offered. “No, I'm fine. I'm just bitching about being out here doing this work instead of sitting on my ass finding your mistakes.” “There aren't many,” she huffed, sticking out her pretty lower lip in an exaggerated pout. “No, there aren't.” “That's better,” she whined, before she started giggling. Back at work, we were alone. We didn't hear anyone else for at least an hour. She went into another aisle to start picking a new order while I finished packing the old one. “Mark, can you come here?” “Sure.” She was leaning against the wall at the end of the aisle. “I'm curious about something.” “What's that?” I asked. “Why don't you like me?” “I do like you.” “It's hard to tell.” Should I admit that I was getting obsessed with her? That I saw her face every time I closed my eyes? That I was scared of seeing her as more than a friend? She was so far out of range for me that I was trying to convince myself she wasn't desirable. “Does the girl have to make the first move? Well, all right.” She gave me a firm kiss and held it for a few seconds. Then she said, “I liked that.” “So did I.” “Maybe we should do it again.” I put my hands on the wall on either side of her head. The flecks of gold in her smiling blue eyes sparkled in the dim light. I leaned in to her, and she pulled me close. This time, our tongues played, and I could feel her proud breasts against me. I'm sure she could feel my growing hardness. My hands were sliding down her back toward her ass when we heard someone. We separated and made ourselves busy. Impossible. I must have day-dreamed the whole thing. This girl could not possibly be attracted to me. Just before lunch, our manager's voice crackled over the intercom. “Mark or Loni, call 312.” I picked up the phone and dialed. “Boss, it's Mark.” “How are you two doing out there? We have work for Loni.” “It's almost lunch-time. Do you want her back after that?” I asked. “Yeah. Can you get to a good stopping point soon, too? We'll need you to check her work as fast as she can pound it out.” After lunch, she went back to her keyboard. I finished the order we had started and returned to my desk to start proofing her work. My head wasn't in the game. I had to re-read some of her stuff several times, because I kept finding errors. Obviously, Loni had trouble concentrating too. She made an unusually large number of mistakes. Just before quitting time, I took the final corrections to her desk. She opened the folder and shook her head. “Sorry. I'm usually much better than this.” “Don't worry. It's the end of a long work week.” “We need to talk,” she said. “Follow me to my house after work. It's not far.” I had no idea what was going to happen as I drove behind her and parked on the street in front of her dark house. She unlocked the door, turned on a single light, and invited me into the living room where we sat on the sofa. “I'm not sure what you think of me,” she began. “What do you mean?” “That business in the warehouse. Let me explain. I never had much growing up. When Daddy died, Mom had to support me and my sister. That's where Mom is now, working. She's a good mother, and she's taught me that when I want something, I need to work for it.” “That's why you entered those pageants, and why you're working to save for school,” I said. “Right. I got scholarships from the pageants, but not enough. So I follow Mom's example and work hard. Sometimes, I take a risk. Do you understand?” “I think so.” “Men,” she grumbled. “Do you want to come to my room?” I'm sure I gaped at her. In college, I got my share of pussy. Some of the girls were very cute. I never knew how I landed them, since I was an average college party boy, but I did. None held a candle to Loni. She stood up. “I'm going upstairs. You can come with me, or you can lock the door on your way out. I won't think any differently about you at work, either way.” I locked the front door and followed her, thinking about her in ways that weren't about being work buddies. Nowhere close. She turned on the light on her nightstand. Kicking off her shoes, she sat on the side of her bed. “Join me?” I couldn't think of anything to say that wasn't completely stupid, so I took off my shoes and sat down next to her. “Is something wrong with me?” she asked. “No.” “Are you a virgin, Mark?” “No.” “Neither am I. I had sex a few times with my ex-boyfriend. My only boyfriend.” “What happened? Why aren't you still with him?” Inside I was smacking myself. I couldn't get it through my thick skull that I was sitting on this goddess' bed, talking about sex. “He got too serious. He wanted to make me into a housewife and mother. I'm not ready for that. I'm going to design school. I want to learn, use my creativity, make a statement, follow my dreams. He didn't get it, so he found someone else.” “It's a shame he didn't appreciate your dreams and your determination. You'll be a big success.” Could I sound like more of a square? “That's what I like about you. You treat me like a whole person, one that has something going on inside. Good grief! You're sitting on my bed with me, nice guy Mark, saying the sweetest things.” “I don't know what to say to you. I feel like it's my first time talking to a girl.” “Then don't say anything.” She pulled me to her on the pillows. Just before our lips met, she smiled. I kissed plenty of girls before. Usually, lying down, it felt really nice. This, with Loni, was absolutely mind-blowing. In the warehouse, she showed me she could kiss, and I got an almost instant boner. Now I was aching hard again from one long, sensual kiss. I pulled her tight against me and rolled on my back so she was on top. “Mark, I feel that.” “What?” She ground herself on me. “That.” “You're surprised?” “Not after what I felt in the warehouse.” She straddled me and pulled her sundress off over her head. “I was in pageants. I'm used to guys leering at me. Most are complete pigs. You never act that way. You act like a friend.” My brain was processing the sensation of her grinding on me in damp, white bikini panties, and the sight of her tan-lined body, with breasts better than I dared hope them to be – full, round, carried high like only a young woman can, and topped with succulent nipples on beautifully round areolas, centered in triangles of pure pale skin. Finally, I comprehended her words. “I want us to be friends, Loni.” “So do I. That's why this might work.” She pulled my shirt off and leaned down so I could fondle her. “I'll still try to see you as good old nice guy Mark, but I want you, at least once.” She climbed off and helped me with my pants and socks. When we kissed this time, there was nothing but my briefs and her panties between us. Our mouths locked, and I grabbed her breast lightly, palming the nipple. Her hips moved to mine, grinding her sex against my erection. I abandoned her breast to fondle her ass. “The panties gotta go.” She rolled on her back and lifted her hips to let me pull the moist fabric down. Her black curls were cropped and shaved to ensure that only luscious bare skin would show around the most daring bikini. She watched me comb her muff with my fingers. “Show it to me,” she said. I yanked my briefs off. Her hand went to my erection, touching, fondling, not stroking, but teasing. “Do you have condoms, Mark?” “No.” “Oh. Well, I don't know why I would think you did. Maybe we can still think of something fun to do.” “Maybe.” I kissed her cleavage. Her clean, fresh cologne scent was stronger there. My fingers played with her trimmed curls as I kissed and licked softly, finding a nipple. “What are you doing?” she whispered. “Enjoying your breasts. Is that okay?” “No one ever kissed me there before.” Her breathing quickened, and her hips began to move. I touched her moist slit for the first time. She gasped, “Please.” Her legs parted. I cupped her hot sex in my hand, tickling the tender flesh with my fingertips. The middle one found its moist mark. She let out a little moan when it first entered her. Slowly, it sank to the hilt in her grasping tunnel, and she began to stroke me. My index finger struggled to join his neighbor in her velvet depths, and the clear syrup I leaked lubricated her hand. Our tongues wrestled furiously. Breaking the kiss, I sucked and licked my way down to her precious nipples again, my thumb finding her engorged clit. “Oh, God!” she squealed. Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, her thighs clamping shut to trap my hand in her special place until her spasms had passed. “I want you to do that too,” she breathed between kisses. “What?” “I want you to feel that good.” She resumed her handjob in earnest, stroking me, fondling the head to smear new moisture around, teasing me with her fingertips, using just the right pressure and speed. It didn't take very long. “Loni, I'm gonna ....” “I know,” she said. She continued her stroking, spraying me all over herself. When I was done, she was a mess, gobs of cum splattered in her curls, in her navel, across her belly, and onto the undersides of her perfect breasts. She kissed me and got out of bed. “Don't go away.” The full-length mirrors on her door and in the hall let me see her at the bathroom sink. I worshiped her face, admired her breasts, and feasted on the view of her naked ass when she turned to get a towel. Just before she left the bathroom, she saw my reflection. “You were watching me,” she said when she joined me in her bed. “Yes.” “Am I attractive to you? Do you like me?” “You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I love being around you.” “Then why didn't you ask me out?” “I didn't think I should.” “Why?” “I'm not into rejection.” “Does this feel like rejection?” She climbed on top of me and crushed her mouth to mine. My hands stroked her back and ass, her beautiful breasts pressed firmly to my chest. “I wouldn't have rejected you,” she sighed. “I've been attracted to you since I first saw you, more after we started talking to each other. You're not like other guys. We can have a conversation without you just standing there looking at my boobs.” “I didn't want to see you as sexy.” “Why?” “Because then I would have wanted to go to bed with you.” “That's where you are.” “Well, yeah.” We made out for a while, caressing each other's bare skin and cuddling. I was in bed with a nude goddess, talking almost like we did at work. Eventually, the subject came to Fred. She propped herself on one elbow, showing me her breasts. “He told me you wanted to go out with me but were afraid to ask.” “I'll kill him. What else did he tell you?” “He said you were hopeless. Said you claimed to have had lots of girlfriends. He thinks you're lying.” “I'm not lying.” “Then why were you so awkward about it with me? Girls aren't supposed to be the aggressor.” “It's 1969, Loni. The rules have changed. Women are considered equal to men.” “Women ARE equal! But we're not used to having to ask someone out.” “Okay, fine! Would you go out with me?” “Considering that I'm naked in bed with you, yes.” She touched my fully-recovered cock. “Maybe you can stop at the drugstore before you pick me up for our date. I don't want to get pregnant.” She smelled of cologne, soap, and sweet pussy. I knew what I wanted to do to please her. Between kisses on her breasts, I asked, “Has anyone ever gone down on you?” “No.” I kissed lower, my hands keeping her breasts entertained as my tongue caressed her navel. Further down I went, until my mouth was on her soft, black curls. Her legs spread on their own. She jolted when my tongue first touched her inner thigh, and again several times as I licked and kissed my way up to the tender skin where thigh met womanhood. I licked the crease there and then repeated the treatment on her other leg. Without warning, I stabbed my tongue against her wet hole. Loni gasped and wrapped her hands in my hair. Not forcefully, not pulling – more like holding on for the ride. I gave her the best ride I knew how to give, licking, sucking on her lips and clit, plunging my tongue inside her, savoring her. She moaned and gasped as I worked. When she got louder, I pushed a finger deep inside and concentrated my oral efforts on her button. “Mark! Oh my God!” She climaxed forcefully. I struggled to keep my mouth on her. Her next one could have woken the neighbors. This girl was everything I wanted – breathtakingly beautiful, sexy, bright, funny, career-oriented, and a screamer. When she was more-or-less done, I wiped my chin and started on her breasts again. She pulled me up for some intense kissing. “I taste myself,” she breathed. “I need you inside me.” “We don't have condoms.” “I don't care. I want you to take me. I should be pretty safe with where I am in my cycle, but will you promise to pull out?” “Yes.” I knew how foolish we were, but I didn't care, either. We were going to have sex, relying on one of the most unreliable birth control methods of all time – the willingness of a man to pull out of a hot, wet pussy, just when nature says he should be buried deep inside. As soon as I answered her, Loni took hold of my straining manhood and aimed me. She was very snug. warm, but so slippery that I pushed in without a lot of trouble. When I was balls-deep, she kissed me hard. “Make love to me. Fuck me good and long. Make me cum again.” I raised up on my arms so I could watch her face and her amazing tits as we moved as one. I couldn't believe it: I was inside Loni Svenson, one of the most beautiful girls in the nation at the time. Me, Mark, the proofreader who lived in his parents' basement. “Remember, you have to pull out.” “I'm nowhere near ready yet, but what should I do then?” “I want it all over my belly. Let's see if you can hit my boobs again.” She wants to cum on my cock and have me shoot my wad all over her. How cool is that, coming from a beauty queen? I slowed down, made my strokes longer and deeper, changing my angle, working her. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling herself onto me, helping to bring us closer to the end. It became an endurance contest. I wanted to be THAT guy, the guy who made Loni Svenson cum on his cock riding bareback before he had to pull out. I wanted her to remember me for that, even if this never happened again. I raised myself up on my arms so I could look at her. Sweat was beading up on her high forehead, her blue eyes shone with want, and her nipples were hard as thimbles, her breasts bouncing with our newly forceful thrusts. I moved so I could suckle on her, and worked two fingers over her clit. “OH, GOD!” she squealed, pulling herself up by my shoulders to bury her tongue in my mouth. I managed to last until her legs began to relax. Then I pushed deep, slow, memorizing the contours of my goddess' cunt, bringing myself to the end. At the last second, I retreated and simply held myself, trying to control the shower. Loni watched, wide-eyed and sweaty, as pulse after pulse spewed out of me, one drop reaching her left nipple. I dribbled into her belly-button again. “Wow, I'm glad you pulled out.” “Yeah,” I chuckled. “I don't think I ever came that much.” “It seemed like a lot. Has it been a while for you?” “I live with my parents. What do you think?” “I think we're going to have to get creative, because I want to do this every day.” “So do I,” I said, getting off her sweat and cum-smeared torso and lying down on my back. “You're helping me change the sheets after we shower.” “Ladies first.” She wiped the worst of the mess off her skin with some tissues, and stood up. “No, come with me. I've read about people showering together, but I've never done it.” I followed her into the bathroom, awed by her beauty. She was so natural in her nudity, so comfortable in her own skin, that she didn't seem to notice it very much. She sat on the toilet and started to pee, and then, embarrassed, forced the flow to stop. “What am I doing?” “You've never peed in front of a guy before,” I stated. “No!” “Should I leave the room?” “No.” She finished, blotted herself dry, and flushed. “Oh, damn, I shouldn't have done that. Now we'll have to wait to start the shower, or the temperature will change.” “I can wait,” I said, pulling her against me, ravishing her greedy mouth. Her fingernails gripped my buttocks as she returned my kiss. We held each other, our tongues at war, feeling, gripping, and grinding. Our skin was sticky against each other. “The toilet's done,” she said when we paused. “We can get in the shower now.” She picked up a clear plastic tube of the green shampoo everyone used then, backed under the water to wet her hair, and began to lather. There wasn't much I could do but stand there and watch, giving very serious thought to fucking her again right there in the bathroom she shared with her mom and sister. Loni saw me watching her breasts bounce with the movement of her arms. She also saw me getting hard. “What time is it?” she asked. I looked at my water-proof Timex. “Almost two.” “Mom sometimes comes home for lunch. You should be out of here in half an hour.” She pulled me under the spray with her, and plunged her tongue into my mouth. “We don't have time to make love again,” she said, rubbing her hand over my engorged shaft, “but we can do this.” Our hands gave each other pleasure. As the water cooled, we washed the evidence away and dried off. I spent as much time as I dared watching my goddess prepare herself for sleep, kissing her, holding her, racing toward our deadline. I saw headlights turn onto her block when I rounded the corner at the other end. The next day, Saturday, I thoroughly cleaned my car, got a proper trim on my hair, and shaved carefully. I had decided to take her to a play at my old college and to a party with some friends who hadn't yet graduated, kids only a year or two older than her. We had a good time. Loni wore a new dress, one she had made herself. It was basically a wrap of avocado satin, gauze, and lace, simple, but amazing in detail. She's repeated the theme several times with garments she's designed, but that night, she wore the prototype. At intermission, she asked, “Do you like my dress?” “I do.” “It gaps open at the top, doesn't it?” “Yeah.” “I'm glad I'm with you tonight. I don't mind you seeing me.” Conversation stopped for a second when we walked in to the party, guys and girls both appraising her, but Loni's smile and natural charm made her part of the gang. After and hour or so, she came back from the bathroom and pulled me into the hall. “I need to talk to you.” “What's wrong?” “I was really looking forward to later tonight, but, well, I can't.” “You can't what?” Her cheeks burned red. “I got my period. It's two days early. I wanted to make love with you tonight.” “It's okay. I don't want us to be only about that.” “Did you get condoms?” “Yes, in case we thought we might need them.” “Are you squeamish?” “No,” I grinned. “Are you?” We left the party soon afterward. Her mother was at work, and had said she wouldn't be coming home for her lunch break. Loni swore Camilla had never surprised her, from the time Loni was allowed to be home alone. When Mom said she wasn't coming home, she didn't come home. We locked the door behind us and went upstairs. Wordlessly, Loni undressed me, kissing and caressing after each piece of clothing, removing her own as she went. When we were down to my distorted briefs and her panties, she ground herself against me and kissed me as hungrily as I've ever been kissed. She stripped off my briefs and fondled my iron cock. “Wait. Please don't peek. I'll be right back,” she said, giving me a squeeze and scurrying to the bathroom. I heard the toilet and the sink. Then she returned naked, carrying some old towels. “This might get kinda messy, so we don't have to do anything if you don't want to.” “Whatever you're okay with, Loni.” “Could we make love and then shower again?” I pulled her against me, my hands gripping her firm buttocks, and guided her by the ass to grind on my hardness as our tongues fucked each other's mouths. “Sounds great.” We spread the towels and lay down together, kissing, fondling, touching each other's skin. Loni brought out the best in me. I had to take it slow with her or I would have gone off way too early. Her hand was on me constantly, not trying to make me cum, just trying to make me crazy. I feasted on her breasts. “What do you do to me, Mark? How do you make me want you this much?” “What do you mean?” “For weeks I've wanted to kiss you and have you play with me. I can't stop thinking about last night, thinking about what we did. You took me places I've never been. I want you inside me again.” I ran my fingers through her trimmed curls, touching the hood of her clit. “Let me get something.” “No. I'll never be safer. If you can stand the mess, I want to feel it all tonight. I want you inside me to the end.” She kissed me passionately, pulling me to get on top of her, and guiding me to her entrance. I pushed gently, her moist muscles relaxing enough to admit me. Holding her tight, worshiping her face with kisses, I pushed into her. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Do what you did last night, but don't you dare pull out.” We moved slowly, Loni responding to my pace, kissing, cuddling, and moaning as we coupled. I wanted desperately to bring her off, but couldn't imagine how I'd last long enough. “I want to make you cum, Loni, but I'm so close.” “Go ahead. Just stay inside me. I'll try to get you hard again.” Her wet tunnel grasped me as I thrust myself into her. Moaning as our tongues raged, I filled a beauty queen with my spunk. With every pulse, I grunted, and she bore down with her internal muscles to coax more from me. When I was done, she smiled. “That felt good. I've never had a man fill me before.” She kissed me, and we wiped the sweat from each other's brows with our hands. “Do that again.” She wrapped all four limbs around me and pushed her pelvis up, working me inside her. I never really went soft, not inside Loni Svenson! She clenched her muscles, helping me to slide in and out of her until I was fully hard again, ready to pound her silly. That's what we did, and that time, I think I came harder than the time before. She climaxed twice, screaming her pleasure as she did, and when she knew I was close again, her nails raked my ass, holding me deep to bathe her cervix. When our mutual spasms calmed, I rolled us over so she was lying on top of me. She sat up, giving me a clear view of her amazing body impaled on my tired cock. “Mark, I think I need to get in the shower real soon before we soak through these towels.” She got in the shower first, while I put the soiled towels in her mother's washing machine. Then, I joined her, still dumbfounded. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't be this lucky. Obviously, the man upstairs liked me. As we washed, I came alive in her hands. She knelt in front of me, bathing me, rinsing me, stroking me with her soapy fingers until I was hard as stone again, studying my erection that bobbed in front of her face. “My ex made me do this, but I didn't like it. With you, I think it might be different.” She rinsed the soap from us and pushed her wet hair behind her ears. “See if I do this right.” Oral sex was something of a rarity in those days in the circles I traveled in, so while I had lots of sex in college, many girls didn't give head. Yet here was my goddess, on her knees to worship me, the water cascading over her lovely back, moving her mouth to take me inside. Her first lick on my crown almost buckled my knees. Loni bathed my entire penis with her sweet tongue, her blue eyes sparkling at me. She advanced, taking half of me into her mouth and rubbing her tongue on the most sensitive parts. I reached down to stroke her wet hair as she worked on me. There was no hesitation on her part, nothing to show she hadn't done this hundreds of time before. I played with some slutty girls in college, but none of them treated me so well. Loni's beautiful face bobbed slowly back and forth, her eyes smiling at mine, her breasts mesmerizing me. Her hand played with one nipple, and mine with the other. And still she bobbed and sucked. “Loni?” “Hmmm?” “You're going to want to stop soon.” “I don't want to stop. Not with you.” She went back to sucking, her hands now clenched on my butt. The pressure built to an unbelievable level, the pleasure with it. I fought the urge to fuck her face, trying to stay still, to prolong the delicious agony a second more. I failed. I could see lust in her eyes when I got even harder than I had been, and pleasure when I began to moan. She swallowed what she could, excess drooling from both corners of her mouth, still bobbing and sucking. When I moved away, exhausted and going limp, she quickly washed the residue from herself and hugged me. “I told myself I'd never do that,” she said, barely audible through the cooling spray. “I'm sorry, Loni.” “Don't be, silly! With you, I'll do it again.” Unselfconsciously, she washed her tender pussy, rinsing a little blood down the drain. “I'm ready to get out. The water's getting cold.” We dried off, and Loni put in a fresh tampon while I watched. “Will you stay? I can set the alarm for six to give us time for a quick breakfast, and still have you out before Mom gets home.” I had slept with a girl in my arms before. This was my first time with a goddess. Loni had plans for Sunday, and I needed to mow my parents' lawn and do some laundry, so I didn't see her until I got to the time-clock Monday afternoon. She looked amazing, like always, and flashed her usual sparkling smile. It was like nothing had happened. We were work buddies again. Fred came into our office a minute or so after me. “You dog, you fucking lucky dog!” he said from his chair. “What?” He rolled across the space between our desks until he was right next to me. “Details, kid. I already know some of it.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “You and Loni this weekend. She and her mom came to our place to swim yesterday. The girls were outside, and the adults had come in. I was headed out to the deck to start the grill, and I heard Loni telling my daughter that you amazed her. What did you do to that lovely body?” “Why would I tell you anything, even if something happened?” “You owe me. I'm the one who pushed you to go after her.” “You're also the one who told her I was too chicken to ask her out.” “So how did you get together? What did you do with her?” “Screw you, Fred. Even if I had a story, I respect her too much to tell you.” “Hey, I'm just jealous.” It was a typical busy Monday. I was relieved when the break buzzer sounded. Loni beckoned me to her table, where I drank my coffee and listened to young women chatter. At lunch time, Fred sat across from me at a table with three chairs. Loni took the remaining seat a moment later. He tried to ask questions, but we ignored them until she said, “Fred, you know I love you like a father.” “Yeah.” “If you were my father, I'd never say what I did or didn't do with a boy. Since you're not my father, I'll say you should mind your own damn business.” Lunch ended in silence, and Fred and I didn't speak when we went back to work. Loni came in an hour or so later with some corrections in a folder. “You need to look at this right away, Mark,” she said, and walked briskly out of the room. When I opened the folder, I found a hand-written note. “I enjoyed the weekend. I'd like to see you again. Can you come to my house for lunch Wednesday around nine?” I looked over the corrections, folded the note and put it in my pocket, and carried the folder to the person who needed it next. On my way back, I stopped at Loni's work station. “Lunch at nine in the morning?” Her eyes crinkled in her playful laugh. “I was asking if you wanted to come to my house at nine. We don't have to be here until three, so that should give us time for more than just lunch.” “I'll be there.” Monday night after work, I stopped at a bar and bought a six-pack to take home. I needed something to do to keep from thinking about her. It didn't work. Halfway through the last can, I fell asleep and dreamed about her all night. Tuesday, I woke up late, hustled through my before-work routine, and barely punched in on time. Loni was already at her work-station with a stack of folders when I walked past. Another busy night. Fred was on his good behavior, grumbling his usual complaints, gabbing about sports, and telling bad jokes. It's his way of getting through a though shift. He let us alone at break. As soon as I sat down across from her, Loni said, “I made something.” “Oh?” “I'll show it to you tomorrow. I hope you like it. Plus, I went shopping.” “For what?” “You'll see. Don't ask so many questions. You're too impatient. That's going to make me impatient.” Lunch with Fred centered on one of their many spirited arguments about sports. Loni knew the stats for players I had never heard of. She was more of a sports nut than Fred, taunting him when “his” teams lost or one of “his” players was ejected from a game. “You're wrong about New York, Loni, but that's nothing new. I've been trying to educate you since you were five, and you still don't know anything.” “You were the one who didn't know who hit the first home run at Yankee Stadium,” Loni huffed. I rang her doorbell at nine Wednesday morning. She answered it in a pale pink dressing gown, a creation of lace, satin, and gauze, and high-heeled sandals dyed to match. She shrugged off the gown, letting it fall to the floor to reveal a matching short top, patches of the same pink satin covering her nipples when she stood still. The short pants were made of the same materials. She model-strutted the length of the living room. The backs of the top and shorts were sheer, almost invisible against her skin. I followed her upstairs, stopping halfway to rip off my shirt while she gracefully shed her top. At the door to her room, she loosened the sash that held the shorts above her hips, and walked into her room wearing only her sandals. When she reached her bed, she sat on the edge and removed them. “Let me show you what I bought,” she said. She rolled to her nightstand, pulled out a small package, opened it, and read the folded paper inside. “Over 99% effective if used according to package directions. Odor-less, taste-less, guaranteed non-irritating to sensitive tissues. Stays ready in the applicator for up to one hour.” She put everything on her nightstand. “My periods are always short, so I'm nice and clean again, and now we don't need condoms.” Many of our mornings were spent like that. Sometimes, we'd prepare and eat lunch in the nude, and then go back to bed, barely making it to work on time. Fred stopped teasing me about my shit-eating grin. Loni and I were a couple, spending much of our off-work time together. Camilla became very fond of me, and my parents fell in love with Loni. I knew she would leave town at the end of the summer. As work buddies, we talked about college a lot. She was anxious to go, excited to pursue her dream. I didn't want to miss her, but I knew I would. We both wanted to go to the beach before she left for school, so we took a week for ourselves. As we listened to the the Beatles sing “Ob La Di, Ob La Da” on a transistor radio on the hot sand, she brought up the subject of her departure. “We need to talk about college again. I'm leaving in three weeks.” “I know.” “I'm going, Mark. I love you, but I'm going.” That was the first time either of us had used THAT word. Knowing that our relationship had an expiration date, we had an unspoken agreement to avoid saying it and to try to not to feel it too strongly. “This doesn't have to be the end,” I said. “You know that long-distance phone calls and letters don't really work, don't you?” “They can.” “Don't do this, Mark. Don't make it hard for me to go. We can be in love this week, but soon I'll leave, and you may never see me again.” We made love morning, noon, and night in our motel room. We kissed and held each other as much as we could. We walked the beach by moonlight, our arms always around touching. It was the summer of '69. ***** We wrote to each other pretty regularly that fall, calling when we could afford it. Loni came home for Thanksgiving, having turkey at noon with my folks and ham in the evening sitting next to me at her mother's kitchen table. We visited some friends, and late that night, I took her home. “Will you come up to my room with me?” “Your mom is home.” “She knows what we mean to each other.” Somehow, we kept the noise down. Both of us knew it might be the last time we made love, so we savored every moment. She put on a robe to walk me to the door, kissing me long and hard on the threshold. Then she stepped back. Tears were brimming in her eyes. “I'll always love you Mark, but we can't be together. Your life is here. I must go.” “I love you, Loni.” “Remember me, but don't look back.” She closed the door. ***** It was the summer of '79. Years ago, I reconnected with my high school sweetheart. She grew up to be a wonderful woman, and we fell in love again easily. Monique and I were old friends whose new love grew stronger every day. By 1979 we had been married for nine years. We had a beautiful daughter and a handsome son, both of them gifted in many ways. Life was good, filled with absolute love, happiness, and devotion. We had no secrets. I'm pretty sure I knew the names of all Monique's college-days lovers, and I was honest with her. We were comfortable enough that the mention of a past relationship was met with tolerance that allowed both of us to cherish our memories, rather than hide them. That's why she had such a smile on her face when she handed me the phone one evening. “Mark? It's Loni Svenson, well, Loni Davis now.” “Loni? Is it really you?” “Yes, a blast from the past. I survived college. I have my own studio and clothing lines, and I'm getting into the doll business. Little girls need to know they they don't have to be blond.” “Good idea!” I said. “Monique showed me a magazine article the other day about the top young designers. You were on the list in every apparel category.” “I owe a lot of that to you, Mark. You made me be an aggressor, made me take a big risk. It got easier probably because of you. I've had some success, but I'll be on the list of biggest failures if I don't do this doll thing right. YOU are on the list of top new designers and manufacturers of packaging and point-of-purchase displays. I need your help!” The first time Loni came to my office, I wanted Monique there in her role as full partner in my business. I loved my wife completely, but this was Loni. I had no idea how we would react to each other. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. My wife liked her immediately. We all quickly knew where we stood, honoring and celebrating our feelings, past and present. The women became friends, and our families visited several times a year. Our kids adored their new “aunt”. “Loni” dolls were the must-have gifts for every doll-lover, young and old, that Christmas. ***** It was the summer of '89. Monique and I talked with Loni a lot, both about business and our lives. She made our daughter a prom gown, and stayed at our house that night after the final fitting. The three of us were up late that night, renewing our friendship. We talked about her recent divorce. Loni had been through Hell, leaving her husband when he became physically abusive. I almost joined the women in crying about what that bastard put her through. I didn't understand why someone would do that, especially to a woman like Loni. Monique and I disagree, even quarreled at times over the years, like any couple can, but our love always found a solution to the problem. The “Survivor” clothing line was a huge hit that fall – swimsuits and lingerie shown by models with bandages and painted-on smiles. Evening-wear was the “Other Woman Collection,” and the men's lines were “Lawyer,” featuring sharkskin, and “Bastard,” pajamas and cruise-wear modeled by men wearing boxing gloves. As usual, Loni, still beautiful, appeared on the runway herself many times. ***** It was the summer of '99. Monique had a congenital heart condition. She was careful about her health, but didn't let fear stop her from doing what she wanted. Childbirth was risky, but she insisted on giving me kids. She wanted to learn to water-ski and ride a dirt bike, so, in her vibrant way, she did. I came home from a business trip to find her in her chair, a novel in her lap, dead. My friends were supportive of me, helping me to celebrate Monique's too-short life. Loni seemed particularly hard hit at the funeral, seeing my wife in her casket, dressed in her favorite “Loniwear” outfit. Monique was her best friend. The fall collection that year was all black. The models wore black wigs and veils, to look like the stunning, mature model who still headed every runway parade. ***** It was the summer of '09. Loni and I burned up thousands of cellphone minutes a month. She canceled meetings to come see my newborn granddaughter the previous year. My princess was starting to walk now, an adorable little munchkin with two teeth. Loni would be at the first birthday party in September. I got an e-mail. “Sent you something. Please call before you open it. We need to talk.” When it arrived I was tempted, but I followed her request and opened it while on the phone with her. There were several packages inside the box. Inside the first were some dresses and play outfits for my little angel from the new fall kids' line. Also inside was a re-issue of the original “Loni” doll, a young, raven-haired beauty like the girl I once loved. The doll wore all white – gown, train, veil, and headpiece, to match the tux on the prototype male doll also in the package. He looked like he was in his early twenties, with glasses and shoulder-length brown hair. Loni said, “With your permission, I'll call him 'Mark.' Forty years ago, a young man who looked like him forced me to be the aggressor. I still am. I miss you. I miss us.” ***** My son and daughter run my business now. I live in Boston with my goddess. |
Ok guys. My name is Alex. I have a confession to make. A pretty big one at that. I am 21 years old, and I am a sex addict. I’m not just a sex addict though. I’m a sex addict who can’t stop being enabled by those around him. I shoot loads of cum into my mom’s mouth nearly every night before bed. When I get home every day, my neighbor Victoria is waiting for me to drop by and fuck her silly. My best friend’s mom comes after me nearly every chance she gets. My girlfriend and fuck buddy is pregnant right now. It all feels like my life is spiraling out of control, and that my drive for sex is taking over every aspect of my life. So here it is. My diary chronicling my life as a sex addict. This is my story. How did it all start? I was 18 at the time. I was still a virgin, despite my (no brag intended) pretty good looks and relative popularity in my Senior-year class. For those who don’t know me in real life, (which I hope is everyone reading this), I am 6’3”, with a thin body, arms, and legs. My face is taller, but with no blemishes whatsoever across my entire head. I got lucky there, I suppose, compared to most other teenagers. My hair is black and styled, slicked upwards, with a fade down the side. One notable thing about me is my foot size. I wear a size 14 shoe. You know, I normally don’t believe the ‘foot size’ myth, but for me, I think it applied. At this age, my cock may have been somewhere around 8-9 inches. At this time, I was living with my parents and 2 sisters. One younger by 2 years, and one older by 2, who went to college not far from where we lived. My mom is a neat-freak type, and pretty protective (or at least, used to be). My dad, needlessly to say, was a workaholic who was almost never home due to frequent travels out of state. Both of my sisters had a relatively similar personality; irritating. The only difference was one was taller than the other and had bigger tits (the older one fellas. No ideas). I was a frequent masturbator. Like, twice a day frequent. I remember my friend, Luke, telling me about the first time he blew a load, and I just had to try it myself. I liked to imagine all sorts of things while I choked my chicken. My celebrity crush, Selena Gomez, was #1 in my book. Miley Cyrus close second (if you can’t tell, I watched a lot of Disney as a kid). Then, there was my neighbor, Victoria. She must have been 20 then, in college, and living out of her dad’s house next door. Oh god, Victoria. I had many good times imagining her underneath me. Call me a creep, but I used to get so excited when she would go out on her deck and sunbathe wearing nothing but a blue bikini. Dammit, I’m getting sidetracked now. Well, the story really started on a Saturday night, when I lost my virginity. It was in April, and it was one of the few times that my entire family was away from the house. My older sister was visiting a boyfriend from out of town, and my mother had taken my younger sister to a concert (One Direction or something like that). As usual, my dad was away for business. My mother, seeing that I was 18 and legally an adult in the US, decided I was clear to stay home by myself. I was laying in bed, in my pyjamas, watching TV. It was then that the strangest thing happened. I heard a knock on my window. Not my door, window. It clearly startled me, and I jumped out of bed, thinking that it could have been anything outside. An animal, a burglar, a monster, anything. Going closer to the window, I saw it was a girl. Not just any girl though. A girl in my class, Kara. Somehow, in sandals, she was able to climb up to my window. Although I wasn’t too familiar with her at the time, I had always known her to be a gymnast. So I opened the window, and let her in. She climbed through and stood up in front of me. I was clearly confused out of my mind, however to tell the truth, it was kinda exciting. I couldn’t help but wonder what brought her there. Kara was a girl that I had relative interest in at the time. Gorgeous brown hair, medium sized tits, and ass and thighs like you’ve never seen. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I remember the exchange going something like this: “Kara, what are you doing? Why did you come in… that way?” “Well, hello Alex,” she said with a laugh, “I was just in the neighborhood, and you know… decided to drop by.” I looked at her with a brow raised. “Are… you sure?” “Ok, well, I was actually at Hannah’s party down the street. We were hanging out, talking about our crushes, and…” she sucked her teeth, “we started talking about you. And how so many of us are… into you. So I thought…” I cut her off, “you would drop by, and be the first of your friends to make a move on me?” “Yeah, something like that.” “So… do you expect me to just start making out with you right now?” I really was confused out of my mind, and part of me thought that Kara may have even been trying to hide something. Although truth be told, I was getting turned on by her even being in my bedroom. My pajama pants must have made it difficult to hide the erection I started to grow in my underwear. “Something like that actually,” she said, approaching me, placing her hand on my arm, “I… just need you Alex. I wanna fuck you,” she said bluntly. The idea of it, let alone the use of the f-word, really took me aback. I was started to stammer and back away, but part of me wanted to approach her. Again, she must have noticed my boner rising up, and giggled. “Look, your friend wants to! Come on!” I brushed her hand away, and looked at her. I wanted to do it. I really did. Then my mind was only in one place, and it was Kara. I didn’t even think about the strange circumstances surrounding our meeting. However, part of myself still needed convincing. “I guess it could be… fun,” I said, much to her excitement. “But… I need a minute to get ready,” I said, backing away to the bathroom in the hallway. I slammed the door and sat down on the toilet. God, I was freaking out so much. I had no idea what this one night would lead to, did I? I looked down at my erect cock bursting through my pajama bottoms, rising over the sink into the view of the mirror. I had maybe 2 hours until my mom and sister came back. In the end, my mind voted yes. I came back out to Kara, and to tell the truth, the rest is a major blur. I remember her practically jumping on me and tearing off my clothes like some kind of feral badger. I remember the warm feeling of her body under as I thrusted into her for the first time. My thick, meaty cock spread her pussy walls nice and wide, more than she was ever accustomed to, leaving her a red-faced, moaning mess. Each thrust made a wider line of sweat form across my brow, as my feet dug further into the mattress next to her legs. My dick felt enveloped in her wet, hot, crevice. It was a foreign feeling, yet I loved it.In those moments, my mind raced with 10,000 thoughts and twice as many voices. It all culminated when I gripped her shoulders hard, and with a twitch of my long rod, shot a heavy load of cum into her. I came 6 more times that night. We did it in a variety of positions. Kara was clearly an expert, a fact I learned as she rode me like a horse, screaming her lungs out. I must say, the whole experience somewhat boosted my ego. After nut #4, I guess I got cocky, and flipped her onto her hands and knees, thrusting into her once again from behind. I had seen doggystyle before in several porn videos, but never though I would get to try it my first ever time having sex. From the way her body bounced back against my pelvis, it seemed she enjoyed it too. I was sweaty. Tired. But I wanted more. After cumming one more time, I fell back onto my pillow and passed out. When I woke up the next morning, a beam of light was shining through my curtains onto my face. Kara was smart enough to close the window and door, and even cover me with a blanket. She was a slut alright. An experienced one with enough smarts to leave a house with no evidence besides the memories of her partner. I sat up and put some clothes on, going downstairs. My mother was making breakfast, and she turned to look at me. "Hey Alex. How was your night? I see the house is still standing, so that's good." I replied with a stroke of my hair. "Yeah... I was fine last night. I was pretty boring. I just laid in my room and watched a movie." For the rest of that day, the event of Saturday night played over and over in my mind. The clothes on the floor. Kara’s moans of pleasure. The feeling of my toes curling as I blew several wads into her. I could only ask myself one burning question, and that was if I would ever see her again (spoiler alert: I did). Despite my balls being thoroughly emptied last night, I jacked off in the shower thinking about her. Kara and I didn't act any different when we saw each other at school the next day. She remembered. I remembered. We both looked at each other and our wanton sexual acts played back in our minds. It was hard for me not to approach her and fuck her right on the desk in the History room. However, she did leave a note in my locker as I left to go home for the day, It said that she would be over at my house after school got out. I got excited as I looked at the note. Were we going to do it again? Was I really that good of a fuck so that she wanted more? I walked home and sat down in my living room after taking off my shoes and socks. Soon there was a knock on the door, and I jumped out of my chair to answer it. My cock slowly began to rise again just thinking about her. But I had to prepare for the event that she may not have wanted sex right now. I invited her in and we sat down in the living room. She seemed a little uncomfortable if anything, much to my surprise. "So Alex..." she started, "Saturday night was great... I had a lot of fun, and the other girls were really jealous," she said with a smirk, "but I'm not sure If I really want this to... go anywhere, you know?" I saw then. It was only a one-night stand for her. I should have been smarter. I played it off cool though. "Oh yeah. Of course," I said with a wave of my hand, "I understand. It was fun, but it's over. Ok." But it wasn't over. In fact, we fucked right on the leather of the couch I was sitting on, our sweat and cum leaving small wet patches all over. I came in her with several mighty thrusts, painting the insides of her cunt white. We lay there in the afterglow of our amazing sex, her body on mine, out of breath, and that was when we made our agreement. We were to be friends with benefits for the foreseeable future. We both were excited out of our wits about it. Soon however, my mother came home from work, and my sister from her sports, so Kara got dressed and left out the back door, again, my family none the wiser. I couldn't get over the fact that she wanted me to be her fuck buddy, out of everyone. And for those of you who have been paying attention, yes, Kara is the fuck buddy I mentioned at the start. Yippee. So that's how it all started. The first time I had sex, and my first girlfriend/friend with benefits. All within days of each other. Then, I had no idea how things would spiral out of control, real soon. I'll try to post updates as much as possible, when I'm not busy and Kara isn't home. |
MENTORING BRANDON By Bob Chapter 17: A Thanksgiving to Remember Part 3 Brandon was still licking the shaft of Mikey's penis at the same time. I could tell that this wasn't going to be a quick night, as I knew what both Mikey and Brandon wanted. Again the jealousy took a shot at me, but I also realized I wasn't going to be left out of the equation. This was going to be one hot evening and one that I know that all of us would remember as the beginning of a great developing friendship. The lights were off but I could see how my boyfriend was pleasing my brother as Mikey's head was thrown back with pleasure. His hips were beginning to undulate with Brandon's tongue slowly running up and down the veiny shaft. I stood in the shadows just watching and contemplating what the evening would bring. As I had learned from school, I checked to make sure that Mikey locked the door so that any unwanted guest wouldn't disturb us. As I turned back I could see Brandon slowly bringing Mikey down to the bed. The two of them embraced with their hard cocks meeting in the middle. I knew what Brandon wanted and I had told myself the entire day that I would not interfere with their making love. Now, my brother and my lover were lying next to each other. Their mouths were locked together as their hands were roaming all over each other's body. It was making me very horny and very excited to see this. Although I hadn't seen any homosexual pornography I only imagined that this was what is was all about. The visual stimulus that it would create could not have been any more erotic. I moved over to the other bed and as I did, both Mikey and Brandon looked over to me. Their eyes were telling me to join them. "No, guys," I said. "This night is yours. Well, at least the early part of it!" I said and laughed. They both understood what I meant. I received a smile from Brandon that said thank you and a wink from Mikey that assured me that he knew what I meant. They then turned and continued to kiss very passionately. I felt that Brandon would take the lead in this activity. To my amazement, I was wrong. Mikey pushed Brandon onto his back, straddled him and brought his hard cock to Brandon's lips. Brandon's head rose, encircled the head of Mikey's cock with his lips and began to suck him slowly and firmly. Mikey, his hand around his back had Brandon's cock and was slowly stroking it in time with Brandon's pressure. I then noticed Mikey rise up on his knees and begin to move his cock slowly in and out of Brandon's mouth. He was face-fucking Brandon which was driving me out of my mind. I found my hand moving faster and faster on my own cock. I didn't want to cum, but this was so erotic that I had no choice. I shot my load and it was so forceful that the first spurt hit Brandon on the cheek. He turned his head and mumbled, "So now you're the quick one." We all laughed a bit, but that didn't stop what my brother and lover were doing. Mikey continued to move his cock in Brandon's mouth, but the movements were now becoming faster and quicker. I could see by the look on his face that it wouldn't be long before he joined me in releasing his boyhood fluids. I knew what it was like in that position, as Brandon and I had done this many times together. The suction and pressure that Brandon could maintain could bring me to the pinnacle of orgasm quickly. I knew that he was doing the same to Mikey as I saw my brother's head fall back. I knew he was cumming and it made me very pleased that Brandon had that effect on him as well. As Mikey slowed down, I knew that Brandon would not stop. When we did this, he wouldn't let me out of his mouth and with the sensitivity that an orgasm had with me, drove me wild. I could tell that he was doing the same with Mikey, as I saw my brother squirming and trying to pull his dick out of Brandon's mouth. Brandon had this habit of biting down on my cock and using his tongue to continue to stimulate me. I realized he was doing the same to Mikey and I was glad, as the sensations it gave me were fantastic and Mikey was now experiencing the same. Finally, Brandon let go. I saw Mikey sit back and take his hand, grab the head of his own cock and squeeze it to desensitize himself. I looked at Brandon licking his lips. "Well, Bob, I can tell you, he does taste very sweet!" We smiled. Mikey had let go of Brandon's cock during his orgasm. As he was coming down, he took his hand and again started to slowly stroke Brandon's cock behind his back. He took his other hand, licked it and placed the moist hand onto the head of Brandon's cock. He then slid down Brandon's body, sitting on his calves as he now took both hands and began to rub the head of Bran's cock in both hands. He continued to moisten his hands during this process and it wasn't long before I saw Brandon's hips rise off of the bed. This was a tell-tale sign that he was very close to shooting his load. As I watched closely and intently, I again started to wonder if this was the right thing to do. At this time in our relationship, I knew Brandon and I had not committed ourselves to be "a monogamous couple," but I also knew that Brandon had very few experiences (none actually) other than ours together. I knew that I had enjoyed playing with other guys and knew that it was part of the "growing process" in a guy's life, especially a gay guy's life. I hoped that something like this would not interfere with our relationship and allow us to grow, not only as a couple, but as individuals. As my mind wandered, I could see that Brandon was now at the point of orgasm. He didn't shoot like he normally did because of both of Mikey's hands covering the head of his cock. But I knew his load was strong, like it usually was, because of Mikey's hands being covered with sperm, and the foam that it caused at the top of the head because of his continual motion. Mikey then continued the stimulation, paying Brandon back for his teasing earlier. But, I also knew that Brandon enjoyed this and was not anywhere near as sensitive as I was, nor Mikey as it turns out. I got up off the bed and walked over to my brother and Brandon. I took my hands and wrapped them around Mikey and held him close to me. I reached over his shoulders with one hand and brushed Brandon's cheek with my right hand, smiling at him and letting him know that I was happy that that he had done something that he had fantasized about all day. Brandon then reached around Mikey and pulled us both down toward him. We all lay there for a few minutes in each other’s arms. Our body heat provided all we needed for this cool autumn evening to keep ourselves warm. As Brandon and Mikey came down from their heavy breathing, kissed both of them to assure them that what had just happened was fine with me. I knew that both were a little unsure about my reaction. Mikey was the first to break the embrace. "He's yours Bob and I don't want to interfere with you two. And besides, I'm tired," he continued as he made his way to his sleeping bag on the floor. I began to move upwards but was immediately pulled back down on top of Brandon. His lips met mine and we kissed a deep kiss. Although we had both just released our jism, we began to become erect again. His hand made its way toward my cock as mine to his. We slowly began to stroke each other as we kissed deeply and passionately. As I became hard, again, Brandon leaned over to my ear. "You know he wants you, Bob," he began. "To be honest with you I think it is time for you to give Mikey what he wants." "I can't, Brandon, I really can't! I exclaimed. As I did, I began to cry and Brandon just held me. We both heard a rumbling on the floor and looked over as Mikey began to move toward the door. "Where are you going?" I asked. "Didn't you hear that?" Mikey questioned. "Hear what, bro?" "I heard Joe calling me. I'll be right back, guys, so don't lock the door or I'll have to make a lot of noise and I don't think that either of you want that," he said as he opened the door, grinned at us and went over to his and Joe's room I sat up on the bed even though Brandon tried to keep me lying on top of him. He knew I was a bit confused and concerned, so he let me go. I kept hold of his hand, however, not wanting to break the bond entirely. "Would you do something with Chad?" I finally asked, breaking the silence. "Actually, Bob, I don't know. What I do know is that if he wanted me as much as I think that Mikey wants you, I would definitely think hard about giving him what he wanted." "With you and Mikey, or for that fact with Chad and me, it is a different story. It wouldn't be brothers doing each other. It would be two guys enjoying each other. Just like when I would do Justin or some of the other guys that I have had fun with. To bring it closer to us both, Dave and Tom and you and I playing around like we did. But brothers?" He reached up and pulled my head to his. He kissed me gently, moved his head toward my ear and whispered, "Brothers have needs too, Bob and you know what Mikey needs and wants. Think about that." I lifted my head, smiled at him and bent down to kiss him again. I knew what he was telling me. I knew that he was trying to assure me of two things. First, that he wouldn't mind at all if Mikey and I took our brotherhood to another level. Secondly, that by doing what Mikey seemed to want that I would be cementing our brotherly relationship for life. I couldn't argue with him on either point. He actually made me feel better about what might happen in the future. As we lay there so quietly in each other's arms, the door opened. I shot up from Brandon's arms, not knowing who had opened the door. My heart fell as I momentarily thought it might be one of my parents. Fortunately, as I turned, I saw Mikey closing the door and locking it. "What a weekend!" he declared. "I notice you're hard there," Brandon quipped. I got off the bed and walked toward Mikey. I took him in my arms and held him close. I kissed his cheek and then his ear. Our eyes met and I moved down, pressed my lips to his and we began to kiss. Again, not like brothers, but not like lovers either. Just kiss as friends, no tongue, just a kiss that meant love. I took Mikey by the hands and led him over to the other bed and we sat down. I looked into his eyes and saw a totally different person sitting next to me. Oh, he was my brother, but much more. We had shared the boy that I loved which was a bond that neither of us thought would ever happen. "Mikey, I know that dad is probably thinking about sending you to CBS next year. Did you know that?" "I had a feeling, Bob, but to be honest, I don't know if I want to. I have Justin and all my friends here," he answered. "Well, a year ago I felt the same way, Mikey. Believe me, I know what you are feeling about that possibility," I said trying to reassure him. All the while Brandon was lying on the other bed, head in his hands just listening. He knew that this was a brother to brother talk and was not going to enter it, just yet. I continued to tell Mikey that CBS was a great school with great guys. I confided in him that I had made better friends at CBS than I had when I went to school here in Chicago. I asked him to consider it with an open mind. I also told him that if he was that sure that he didn't want to go that I would talk to dad about it and try to convince him not to pursue sending Mikey to CBS. I got a smile from Mikey. He told me he would definitely give it some thought since I felt it might be a good thing for him. "And," I continued. "You are out of school a week before we are at CBS. How would you like to spend that week with Brandon and me?" As I asked that question, I quickly glanced over at Brandon. I wasn't sure how he would react to that suggestion, but when I saw the big smile he had on his face, I knew that he agreed with me that this would be a good idea for Mikey. He also gave me a wink which I didn't understand at that moment. "I'd love that Bob. Brandon? Is that okay with you?" "Well, Mikey, I don't know. Do you think you can sleep with a lot of noise from the bed next to you night after night?" Brandon asked with a big smile followed by a little laugh. "I think I can," Mikey answered. "As long as I can join in from time to time," he added. With that he looked at me. I gave him a smile. "I think that can be arranged, Mikey. As long as Brandon and I have some quality time together," I added. "Oh, and by the way, one other condition," I continued. "What is that, Bob?" Mikey queried. "That you and I have some time to spend together as well." He had a big smile on his face, threw his arms around me and hugged me and pulled me close. I looked over at Brandon and saw the smile on his face as well. He knew what I meant and was glad that I took his advice, for a change. He knew I always listened to him and took what he said as that of a friend and lover. I knew by the look on his face that he approved of what I had done and was happy that he played some part in it. I took Mikey's head in my hands and gave him a kiss on the forehead. I whispered in his ear that it was time for bed as we had a big day ahead of us. He nodded and pushed me away, stood up, took my hand and led me over to the other bed with Brandon. "Brandon, you have a great guy here. If you do anything to hurt him, you'll have to answer to me," he said, half jokingly and I do believe sincerely. "Don't worry, Mikey, I won't. He means too much to me and those close to him mean a lot to me as well," Brandon answered, standing up, hugging and kissing Mikey. That was all that was said that evening as we all lay down to go to sleep. It wasn't long before I heard the rhythmic breathing from Mikey and knew that he was asleep. I was lying there with Brandon, my arm under his head holding it close to my chest. I never could sleep on my back until Brandon and I shared a bed. It seemed so natural to lie on my back holding him close and falling asleep. A rap at our door awoke us all at 8:00 the next morning. "Guys, it is time to get up," I heard my father yell. "I need a ride to the train so you can have the car, Bob, so hurry up." I quickly arose and walked toward the door. I noticed, however, that my dad didn't even attempt to enter the room. He didn't try the door-knob or anything. Usually he would at least try to enter the room, but today, for some reason, he did not. I opened the door, still naked as a jay-bird and told him I'd be ready in 5 minutes. I know he couldn't help but see me naked with my typical morning wood. I saw him smile and turn and walk down the stairs. I hustled and put on some jogging pants and a sweat-shirt and met him at the car in the driveway. "Sleep well?" he asked. "Oh yea, dad I did. Not enough, but well," I smiled answering him. As we drove to the train station he asked a lot more questions than he had previously about Brandon. It seemed he was wondering about his family and about the invitation to their home in Florida. I can't say that he was fishing, but he definitely was interested in our relationship, both on and off the field. I answered his questions as truthfully, yet carefully, as I could. The ride to the train station took about 15 minutes, as usual. As he exited the car, he leaned back in toward me. "You and Brandon are best friends, I gather, Bob, not just teammates, am I right?" "Yes, dad," I answered. "We are the best of friends." "Well, your mother and I talked last night and decided that it would be all right with us if you joined Brandon and his family over the Christmas holiday. I think that will be good for both of you." He smiled, closed the door and headed toward the platform. As he got to the top step, he turned toward me, gave thumbs up and smiled. I was delighted, yet confused. Did dad know more than I thought about Brandon and me? If he did, he certainly didn't seem too upset. As I drove back home, I noticed Terry walking down the street. He waved to me and then motioned me over to the curb. I leaned over and cranked the passenger side window down. "Hey there Terry. What's up?" I asked. "Today we have a special wrestling practice. I know that coach would love to see you," he said. "And, why don't you bring your buddy from school along with you. Maybe you two could get a workout before you head back to your school." "Sounds good, Terry. I just may do that. What time?" I asked. "At 11:00 Bob," he said. "Hope to see you there. Would like to get some suggestions from you about some moves I've learned this year and see if you think I should work on them." "Sure thing, Terry, I'd be glad to," I responded. I was a bit unsure of what he meant, but then again, he and I were practice partners for a year and I knew his moves well and thought that I could give him some pointers, as well. When I got home Mikey, Brandon and Joe were in the kitchen having something to eat. I joined them and told Brandon what Terry had asked. He said he thought that would be something we could do and that it would be nice to meet some of my old wrestling buddies. Mikey, however, had another opinion. "You really think that would be a good idea, Bob?" he asked. "Sure, why not, Mikey?" He motioned me toward the dining room and I followed. "You know that Terry has always wanted you, Bob, don't you?" he started. "And, from what I could see the other day at Jim's, he has an eye for Brandon as well." "I don't think that is what he has in mind, really. Do you?" "Well, don't say I didn't warn you, Bob," he finished as he walked away. I walked back into the kitchen and finished what breakfast I had left. Brandon was questioning me about the team at my old school and the guys that were still there. He knew I had been a champion the year before and was excited to meet my teammates. When we were finished we talked with Joe and my mom for a while, as Mikey had left the house indicating that he was going out to play with some friends. I couldn't help but giggle and I heard Brandon do the same. At 10:30 we left for my old school. As we pulled up into the parking lot many of the wrestlers were just getting there. They saw me and headed over towards Brandon and me. I introduced Brandon to my former teammates. I told them that he was also a conference champion at CBS the year before and they all were very impressed. The questions started flying, both to me and to Brandon about CBS, wrestling and particularly football, as they had all been informed about my being chosen as team captain. When they heard that Brandon was also announced as a captain, as a junior, they really were impressed. We all headed into the locker room and got ready for practice. I had some practice gear at home and packed it for Brandon and me. We chose a locker area near Blake, the guy that replaced me in my weight class. He was a nice guy, not too hot though. He had a lot of acne and his face was not really that cute. He did, however, have one trait with which I knew Brandon would be impressed. That was his cock. Blake had the largest piece of meat that I had ever seen, and I'm sure that would be the same for Brandon. And, Blake wasn't embarrassed to show it off, either. As we undressed for practice, I motioned over to Brandon to watch Blake undress. He knew what I meant by just looking into my eyes. He kept an eye out as Blake took off his underwear. When it was completely off, Blake turned toward us both. He took his hand and released his balls from his sweaty thighs. He played with it a bit and gave us a show, knowing quite well what he was doing. And, there it was. He was soft, but at least 8" long, bigger than either Brandon or I were when we were hard. I could tell Brandon was excited as he couldn't take his eyes off Blake's dick. And Blake, not being the shy one, was proud of the attention that he was getting from such a hot guy. He began to work it up and was becoming hard when the coach yelled for everyone to hit the practice mats. That stopped the action then and there. But I know that Brandon was excited by the bulge that was exposed in his shorts. We both went onto the stage where the practice area was located. The coach introduced Brandon to the team, although most had already met him either outside or in the locker room. He asked Brandon if he would mind working with Blake who was about the same weight class as he. Brandon didn't hesitate to say yes, knowing that he might get a feel of the giant he had just witnessed in the locker room. He asked if I would work with Terry, which I had anticipated anyway. We all stretched and got limber before practice and we broke up into practice partners. It was like old times, Terry and me, working together on the mats. We went through the drills that Coach Klako was putting the team through prior to working on individual moves. Coach had asked me to work on some upper body moves with Terry. He was great on the mat, but when he was on his feet, Terry was not that adept. As practice was going forward, Terry began to take some direction from me. I showed him some of my better moves and he was beginning to understand some of the techniques that I was trying to teach him. We began throwing each other around which became the focus of the rest of the team. They were encouraging Terry to become as aggressive as I had been and it was working. I even saw Brandon smile as I brought Terry to the mat a few times. After take-down practice, it was time for mat moves. I was on the mat as Terry mounted me (no double-meaning intended) and we began working on some break-downs. On the whistle, Terry broke me down and got me into a `pump-handle' hold. This is where his right hand was through my crotch, holding my wrist and his left had was working for a half-nelson hold to turn me onto my back. However this time Terry didn't have his hand o my wrist, he had it on my cock. He was playing with me, in front of the team with his weight on me to hold me down. I don't think anyone noticed what he was doing, but my reaction was as he anticipated. I grew fully hard as he rolled the head of my cock in his fingers through my shorts. I was breathing hard yet trying to get him off me in the process. Usually, I had no problem handling Terry from the bottom, but today, for some reason, he was much tougher than I had remembered. Or, maybe it was the fact that he was masturbating me as we were lying on the mat. I turned my head and told him to stop, but he just laughed. "Just relax and enjoy, Bob," was all he said. I knew I couldn't and continued to try to break his hold and get him up off of me. Fortunately, the whistle blew which indicated that all wrestling was to cease. He let go of me as I lay on the floor, face first so as not to expose what he had done to me. As I began to soften, I turned on my side, jumped up and walked over to Brandon and told him it was time for us to leave. I know he was confused, but followed me as I told Coach K that we had to leave and that it was great seeing him again. He shook my hand and thanked me for helping Terry as we headed off the stage. "So, what was that all about?" was all that Brandon could ask. I told him what had happened as we got dressed and he laughed. "At least I wasn't the only one that got a feel of hard cock today," he stated. I looked at him and smiled. "Did it grow a lot?" I asked. "You couldn't believe it Bob. He was a foot hard if not longer," he finished. "Did you want him?" I asked. He shook his head no, which I had anticipated. I knew Brandon well enough to know that not even a 12" cock would make him stray from me. Especially with Blake, who looked like he had had a run-in with a mortar shell. I don't mean to sound mean, but it was the truth and I knew that Brandon wasn't interested in just sex with anyone. As we headed toward the car he took my hand in his. "Thank you, Bob," he said. "For what, love?" "For letting me get to know some of your friends, even if they were hitting on each of us," he said jokingly. Suddenly, the stereo-type of wrestlers ran through my head. Maybe it was true that wrestlers were more prone to being into other guys than other jocks. As we pulled into the driveway, there was Mikey waiting on the front stoop. He had a big grin on his face like the cat that ate the canary. He didn't come running to the car, like he had both the other times we pulled up. Instead he sauntered toward the car still with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Ok, what's up?" I asked. "Oh, just wait, Bob, just wait" is all he could say. As we walked into the house, there was my mother with Mrs. Gill, Karen's mother. There we sitting in the front room apparently waiting for me to get home. "Hey, Bob, you remember Mrs. Gill, don't you?" my mother started. "Well, we have a favor to ask of you which also includes Brandon." My heart sank as I had a sickening feeling what was going to be asked. And I was right. My mother and Mrs. Gill had set up a date with Karen and her friend Sherry for that evening. I looked over at Mikey who was hiding his laughter with his hands. I could see Brandon, now in the dining room, with his head in his hands, but I knew he wasn't laughing. He was definitely upset with what was transpiring. I knew I had no recourse, however, since rejecting the idea would not only be rude, but might bring suspicion on Brandon's and my relationship. "Well, I would be glad to go out with Karen," I said, "but I think we better let it up to Brandon as to whether or not he wants to double tonight." That was the best answer I could think of, still giving Brandon an out on this whole ordeal. My mom looked toward Brandon who had pulled himself together. He told my mom that he would be glad to double with me and that he thought it would be a nice `climax' to his visit. Oh, how he could use those double-meanings. Mikey couldn't hold back the laughter and ran out of the living room into the kitchen. So there it was. The last night that we were at my home we were going to double date -- with girls to top it off. What a very interesting end to a great week. The arrangements had been already made by Karen's and my mother. We were going to go to dinner and then to a concert. I tried to be excited, but even my mother knew that wasn't the truth. Well, what a day I thought to myself. First, my former wrestling partner plays with my cock. My lover feels up a 12" cock and NOW, he and I were double dating with my ex-girlfriend and her cousin (which I didn't know a time, but found out that evening). At least the concert would be fun. It was `The Buckinghams,' a local group who had made it big. On top of it, one of the members of the band was a neighbor of ours who I had known since the band was formed. "Well, we better get showered and ready for this evening," I told my mom. "Come on Brandon; let's get ready for this evening." He shook his head as we headed up toward the bedroom. As we got there Mikey was already in the room, lying on the bed. As we entered he couldn't help but break out in laughter. "So you guys gonna get some pussy tonight, I hear." I ran over to the bed and took a leap toward him. He was unprepared for this as I landed on top of him and began to wrestle him on the bed. I was punching him in the arms, rolling around the bed, but finally rested as my hand landed on his cock, which was already hard. Brandon was aware enough to close and lock the door as he saw what was happening. My hand worked Mikey's zipper down and expertly worked his hard cock out of his pants. I began to move my hand up and down his shaft, amazed to feel how much like my cock Mikey was in my hand. I had forgotten that Brandon was in the room, but as it turned out it didn't matter, since he was the one that encouraged what was happening to begin with. As I was stroking Mikey I could feel how dry he was. I knew, from personal experience, that this could be painful so I leaned over and began to lick his cock from the bottom of the shaft toward the head. I used my saliva as lubricant and returned my hand to his boyhood. I continued to stroke him slowly, at first, just wanting to feel him in my hand. He brought his hand toward my pants, but I pushed it away. "No, Mikey, not today. Just let me do this, bro, ok?" He stopped and just lay back and let me continue what I was doing. I had masturbated many guys in my short life, but none that I wanted more to do than Mikey at this moment. My strokes became quicker and quicker as I could feel his dick throbbing in my hand. His hips were beginning to move and I knew it wouldn't be long before I would accomplish the results I had initially anticipated. As he began to breathe shallower, I started pumping his cock even quicker. Although his balls were still in his pants, I could feel them rising as my hand reached the base of his dick letting me know he was about to shot his wad. At that very moment that was the ONLY thing that I had as a goal and it happened very quickly. He shot more cum that I thought he would. And, to my amazement, it was a nice thick load. I knew what I wanted and leaned down to take what I could in my mouth. I soon realized that Brandon was right. My brother was nice and sweet, at least to me, and tasted a lot like what I remember sharing with Brandon after I came in his mouth and he shared it with me. I suddenly remembered that Brandon was in the room. I looked over at the next bed and saw a big smile on his face. I knew what it meant. He was gloating that he convinced me to do what he knew that both Mikey and I wanted. And I have to admit that he was right. It was a wonderful experience. It wasn't like the loving that Brandon and I shared nor was it just the sex that I shared with other guys in my life. It was somewhere in-between. I now knew that my brother and I had now grown closer and the bond between us was stronger than ever. Brandon threw me a towel and I began to clean up Mikey. His load had not only been all over my hand but all over his shirt and pants. I wiped it off and told him to go and change so that mom wouldn't see the cum stains on his clothes. As he got up he kissed me and left the room. "Are you okay, Bob?" Brandon asked. "Yes, Bran, I definitely and all right. I don't know what came over me, but when I saw him there laughing and presenting himself to me, I couldn't help it." Brandon came over and put his arms around me. He held me close and kissed my ear and then my neck. "I love you Bob," is all he said and we fell to the bed in each other's arms. We fell asleep until Mikey came in to let us know it was time to get ready for our dates. Man, why did he have to remind me. I dreaded the evening to come, but knew that Brandon and I would soon be back in our room and be able to be ourselves. Brandon and I talked about the evening's activities and what we might expect. We agreed to be gentlemen and to let things happen as they might progress. "Beside," I said. "This might just be the night you have sex with a female." He hit me on the arm but had this look of fear in his eyes. I suddenly was sorry that I had brought that up, but whatever happened, I knew that Brandon and I would work it all out between us. NEXT: A Thanksgiving To Remember Part 4 - Chapter 18 |
I woke up the next morning, I could hear activity outside of the room... so i knew others were awake. I hate waking up in someone's house before others are awake, so it was nice to hear. I climbed out of bed, still naked from Bruce fucking me earlier... as I stretched naked in the room before putting on my t-shirt and shorts from the night before, and walking out hoping to find coffee ready. I walked into the kitchen and saw Craig and Connor sitting down eating breakfast, and thankfully could smell coffee. "Good morning, guys. Is your mom awake?" I said as I went to pour a cup. The boys were quiet, almost as if in deep thought, before Craig finally said "yeah... she made breakfast.. and now she's taking a shower". Emily's infamous long showers, I thought to myself, as I noticed both the boys were staring at my chest... obviously noticing I wasn't wearing a bra. I was flattered, but surprised they were as interested since they had already saw me naked yesterday due to their peepholes. I poured some creamer in my coffee and was mixing it when I asked "do you guys have any plans today?". Connor responded "just hanging out... nothing special". I went to take a sip of my coffee, but it was still to hot, and a bit spilled on my shirt. When I looked down at where the coffee hit, I was suddenly made aware of why they were staring so hard... my shirt was a lot thinner than I realized, and my tits were very easy to see. Normally this would be something I'd plan and do on purpose, but I had no idea when I put it on. I knew I had a see threw shirt with me, but I didn't realize that was the shirt I put on last night... I just threw on a shirt after the shower to go see Emily and Bruce. "Oh my God... I'm so sorry guys, I didn't realize how sheer this shirt is. I hope I didn't make you guys uncomfortable". Connor was the first to speak up and said "we don't mind... we've seen boobs before". I replied "your mom would probably mind though. I'm practically topless in front of you guys... you can clearly see everything!... I should probably change real quick" Craig, still staring at my tits, said "It's OK... go ahead and finish your coffee, you can change after... it doesn't matter now anyway". I chuckled a bit and said "I guess that's true, but your mom is probably going to kill me... I'm basically standing her showing my tits off". Connor chuckled and said "we don't mind". Craig chuckled as well and added "mom's in the shower, we won't say anything". "Promise?" I asked "if she heard about this, I'd be so embarrassed... I'm already embarrassed knowing you guys can see my boobs... but I guess at this point it doesn't matter, huh?" I took a drink from my coffee, acting like I didn't notice they were still openly staring at my chest. I added "Besides, I'm going to jump in the shower after this, and then I'll get dressed for the day". Once I said that I noticed the boys smiling, I'm sure thinking about peeping again. Craig spoke up "you know, taking a bath is much better for you than showering... it's better for your skin and gets you cleaner". I knew what he was doing... he wanted me to bathe so he could peep between my legs on the tub. I'm standing here where he can see my dark nipples, and he's just thinking about seeing more. Connor spoke up to say "baths are so much better, that's for sure"... if it wasn't obvious before, it definitely was now... they just wanted to talk me into a bath. I finished off my coffee and said "I guess I'll take a bath then" which made them both smile. I reminded them "please don't say anything about this" as I pointed to my nipples. "I don't want to upset anyone". They both agreed to not say anything, as I walked to my room to find an outfit for the day, grab my shower gear, and then went into the bathroom. Once inside I saw myself in the mirror, and I could see my chest clear as day through the shirt... I can't believe I was walking around like that in front of them... but then again, I knew they would be seeing a lot more of me soon. I started the water for the bath, and began hearing shuffling sounds coming from the other side of the wall... there's my audience, I thought to myself. I went ahead and took off the shirt... that wasn't covering up anything anyway. I removed my shorts and stood there naked while admiring my body in the mirror and trying to act like I couldn't see an eye through the wall looking at me. "She's naked... I can't wait to see her pussy in the bathtub!" "I can't believe she wore that shirt! I couldn't stop looking at her nipples" "they look even better now without the shirt... she has a nice ass on her too... I'd love to see her bent over". I thought about bending over, but I knew they wouldn't get the view they wanted from their limited view. I turned off the water and took a step in... it was a little hotter than I expected, so I lowered down slowly as I heard them sliding over to watch. I don't know if they added a hole, or I just didn't see it before, but I realized that there was one on each side of the tub... and I could see their eyes looking up trying to see my pussy as I lowered down. I had my legs still together as I slowly lowered my ass into the water and let my body adjust to the heat. "Finally we can both see her... are you sure she can't see us" "yeah... it's to dark in here to see anything even if she looked... besides, she's not going to notice the holes" "it looked like she looked at me" "don't worry about it... she might look in our direction, but she can't see us... we'd know if she saw us". It was nice to know I didn't have to awkwardly look every direction other than forward to avoid them knowing I knew they were watching, as I massaged my tits with soap and slowly let my legs part under the water. I could see them staring down at the water, just ready for my cunt to be revealed... and as much fun as I was having teasing them, I knew I shouldn't take to long to get ready so that Emily wouldn't be waiting on me... so I slowly slid my crotch up and toward them as I lowered my hair into the water. I wish I could hear them, but with my ears under water all I could do was let them enjoy the close up view of my pussy with my legs spread. I felt like I could feel them staring at my exposed cunt, but I was probably just getting horny knowing they were looking. Part of me felt like I was going to far... before yesterday I would have never expected to be showing myself to Emily's sons... but here I was allowing them a clear view of my most intimate areas. I slid back up, and immediately heard the boys talking excitedly. "Did you see her pussy lips?" "Fuck yeah, I'd love to lick them" "I'd do a lot more than lick!" I lathered my hair with shampoo as they took me all in visually. "She's going to slide down again in a minute... I wish we could take a picture!" "A video would be awesome!" "Look how hard her nipples are!". I slid back down to rinse my hair, and of course raised my pussy back up out of the water again. As I rubbed the shampoo out of my hair, all I could think about was their eyes locked on my pussy lips. I had no interest or intent of fucking them... but knowing they wanted to fuck me, and went out of their way to see me naked... and I'm sure we're jacking off while thinking about me... it all just turned me on and made me want to show them more. I slid back up, and they weren't saying a word... but I could hear them breathing heavily, and I could see their eyes were locked back onto my tits. "I would do anything to fuck her" "I could see her pussy hole... this is awesome". I lathered my hair with conditioner, and then ran the bar of soap over my body. My clit was starting to throb again from being so horny, but I knew I needed to end things soon, and hopefully fuck Bruce's friend Scott today. I slid back down to lower my head under water one last time to rinse out the conditioner, and purposely brought my pussy closer to the holes while doing so. Once i was finished rinsing out the conditioner, I looked down to see their eyes locked into my cunt... so I rubbed my upper thighs with soap, letting them enjoy their last view. Of course I had to make sure my pussy was clean for Scott, so I used my right hand to rub the soap around my pussy, and then to bring some water up to rinse it clean. I couldn't help but look at their eyes again while I slid my fingers up and down my slit, letting it open up a little before sliding back up and starting the drain. "I can't believe how close her pussy was to my face" "I could look at her pussy all day". I stood up and started drying myself off, trying to cool down after getting so worked up... I actually contemplated masturbating for them, but I felt that was crossing a line (as if I hadn't done that already). Besides, I didn't want to keep Emily waiting. I blow dried my hair as quickly as I could, all while standing there nude... where they were once again having to take turns to spy on me. I couldn't hear them over the blow dryer, but I'd see an eye at the hole, then it would move to be replaced by another eye, and repeat. It was nice having guys appreciating my body so much, and it was flattering knowing they found me so attractive... and honestly it was an ego boost and a turn on... but it was time for the show to end, as I got dressed and went to see Emily. Emily was drinking a cup of coffee when I walked in, and she was looking great! Sexy dress, showing lots of cleavage, and you could tell she spent some time on her make up. "Hey hottie" I said "you look fucking stunning!". She look a little embarrassed and said "thank you!... and thanks for last night, I've been horny all morning thinking about it!" I gave her a smile and said "I'm looking forward to next time so he can Fuck both of us... he does have a nice cock". Emily smiled back and said "he does, I look forward to seeing you get fucked by him... he's been sending me messages letting me know how much fun he had". I was glad to hear everyone was good. I knew Emily would be, I had no doubt about that... the two of us have had enough sexual adventures together to know she wouldn't be threatened by me. "I have an idea" I said as I pulled out my phone, and put on the camera... "let's flash our boobs for a pic and send it to him". Emily had a happy look on her face as she said "fuck yeah". I set the phone up on the counter and got it ready for it to work on a timer. Emily looked to make sure the boys were in their room, and then said "all clear, ready?". I pulled my top up, letting my tits out, and Emily followed in suit as I started the timer. We took a few pictures and then checked them out to see which was the best one to send. I have to admit, we looked hot on those pics! I decided to send all 3 to Emily so she could decide which one to send Bruce. As she was doing that, I messaged Scott and asked when he'd be available for company. He was quick to reply, and said "I'm free anytime until 5. What did you have in mind?". I decided to just cut to the chase, so I texted back "I'll only be in town this week, and I'm looking for someone I can occasional hook up with while here. I don't mean to be crass, or overly blunt, but when I asked Bruce and Emily who might be interested they suggested you. So as long as we hit it off (which I'm sure we will) I'm wanting to get fucked today. If that is to much for you, or makes you feel uncomfortable, just let me know now so that we don't waste each other's time". I thought I might scare him away by being so forward, but I honestly didn't want to waste time barking up the wrong tree. Scott replied back "I appreciate your honesty, and I think we're on the same page ;)". That's all I needed to hear, as I let Emily know I was ready whenever she was. Emily showed me the reply from Bruce that said "who took that picture of you guys?". Emily had replied back "it was in a timer, no one took it, lol". Bruce replied back "oh, lol. I was tripping for a minute. You guys are so hot! Any more pics". Emily said "maybe later. I'm going to take Diana to meet Scott right now". Bruce texted "at first I thought he was over there and took that picture. He is a successful photographer after all, lol". Emily replied "would you like him to take pictures of us for you?". There were no more replies after that, but the phone rang as I handed her the phone back. Emily answered it on speaker and said "hey honey", and I heard Bruce's voice answer back "hey sexy... so I was thinking about the photo idea... and opening our relationship... and maybe Scott taking photos would be a step in the right direction". Emily responded "it does sound fun, right?" Bruce added "but let's not do that today... I'm not sure I'm ready". Emily answered "I understand, and I don't want to rush you, but if I'm going to take them with Diana... we're limited on time. I have to work the next few mornings". Bruce was quiet for a minute and finally said "let me talk to Scott and I'll see if we can work something out". Emily told Bruce "I don't want to rush you, so just whenever you're ready... at least we know Scott won't go around telling everybody... and it's just pictures". Bruce said "True, although I'd rather be there... I'll call him now and then I need to get back to work. Love you!" Emily replied back enthusiastically "I love you too baby!". I looked at Emily and said "do you think Bruce will be up for it?". Emily said "I doubt it... but it would be hot. I've had the hots for Scott for awhile". I smiled and said "hence why you look so sexy today". Emily gave me a embarrassed smile and said "maybe". She suggested we go, so I let her know I was ready when she was. She walked into Craig's room to let them know we were going, and off we went. Once we were in the car she told me "they were watching porn when I walked in" and chuckled. I said "boys are going to be curious" as we pulled out of the drive way. As we headed towards Scott's house, I felt that familiar warming in my pussy.. the warming that comes with being slutty... and I knew going to a guys house that I've never met, and fully expecting to let him use my body was slutty... and I like feeling like a slut. I asked Emily "have you never thought about sneaking off and fucking Scott?". She smiled as she drove and said "of course I thought about it... I've thought about it with a lot of guys... but I always worried about Bruce finding out and hurting him... I do love him... I just miss getting fucked by other guys!". I completely understood that, I couldn't imagine just being with one person for the rest of my life... it's just not in my nature, and I knew it wasn't in Emily's either. I asked her "so... you haven't been with anyone other than Bruce since you've been married?"... Emily hesitated slightly and said "I've never talked about this to anyone, but you're the one person I trust to keep it a secret...". "You little slut", I said with a joking tone. Emily laughed and said "it wasn't a lot... just random guys here and there. I make sure it's no one that knows us, I give a fake name, and I always just do it once per guy... no repeats, no contact... one and done". I had to admit, it was a good strategy. At least she thought it through. She added "I'm tired of feeling bad and sneaking around, so I'm hoping this works out and we can have a more open relationship". "I hope it works out for you, and you get all the dick you can handle" I said with a smile. Emily laughed and said "Thanks, I appreciate it"... I know I said it as a joke but honestly, I hope she gets all the cock she wants. "Emily, do you remember the blindfold trick?". Emily started laughing and said "I forgot about that!... How many times did we do that?". I said "one time I let you fuck my boyfriend while he was blindfolded and he thought it was me... another time some guy was trying to guilt trip you into fucking him, but you didn't want to... so you blindfolded him and I fucked him while he thought it was you". Emily said "that's right! That guy was super fucking annoying! Thanks again for that". I giggled and said "I didn't mind, it was fun... so... what do you think about doing it to Scott?". Emily smiled and said "really?... do you think it would work?". I smiled and said "it never failed before... you could get to fuck Scott today, and you and I would be the only ones to know". Emily smiled at me and said "that's tempting... but it's probably not a good idea... if he happen to find out then I risk him telling Bruce". I said "I understand, I'm not going to pressure you... but if you change your mind, I'm on board". Emily said "I'll keep that in mind" she said with a smirk... "and we're almost there, his house is just around the corner"... I was taken back by how nice of a house Scott had. I don't know what I was expecting, but it was very obvious that Scott was much more successful than I realized. We both did a last minute check up on our make up and hair, and then made our way to the door. Scott came outside as we walked up, and once again, I was impressed by how much hotter he was in person than he was online. He was tall, well dressed, and appeared to be in great shape... I could see why Emily had the hots for him. Emily gave him a hug and said "It's great to see you!... this is my friend Diana, I think you guys would enjoy each other's company" Scott extended his hand and said "It's nice to meet you in person... you're even more beautiful than I expected... but then again, you have beautiful company so I should expect no less". He had a bit of an accent that I couldn't place, but it made him seem even sexier... and he obviously knew how to flirt. "Come inside, can I get you guys anything to drink?" Emily laughed and said "It's a little early for alcohol, Scott" to which Scott replied "nonsense it's never to early to have a drink with good friends". I said "how about shots?" And Scott smiled and said "that's the spirit I like your style. I'll go get us set up... did Bruce tell you he called me?" Emily sheepishly said "he told me he was going to talk to you... what did he say?" Scott poured the shots and handed one to Emily and said "he told me that you two beautiful ladies were interested in taking some erotic photos today... is that correct?". I looked at Emily with a big smile, and Emily looked shocked as she said "... yeah, that's correct... I didn't think Bruce would actually be OK with me posing nude in front of you... so I'm a little surprised!... but yeah, we talked about Diana and I taking nude pics together, and suggested you take them, but I figured he wouldn't be ready for that yet... I'm glad he is though". Scott handed me a shot as well, and I let him know we were really looking forward to the photo shoot. Scott winked at me and said "I'm looking forward to it too". Emily said "I'm a little nervous, but I'm more excited than anything... I can't believe I'm going to be naked in front of you, but it sounds fun... and the drinks will help the nerves". Scott said "I'm a little bit nervous too, so let's take this shot... to beautiful women". We all took the shot and he started pouring another immediately after. I asked "where are we taking the photos at?" and Scott replied "I have a studio upstairs, but I can take the pictures anywhere you guys like if there's somewhere in particular you want to shoot". Emily spoke up and said "you're the professional, so we'll let you take the lead"... Scott said "well, let's take the drinks up stairs and start slowly in the studio... are you ready ladies?". Emily smiled at me and then took the shot, so I followed suit. Scott extended his hands to pull us up, which we each excepted, and he led us up the stairs, and into his studio. I was really impressed with his set up! He started turning on various lights around the room, and suggested a white background to start with. Scott turned on some music and turned to us saying "go ahead and get undressed, but leave your bra and panties on for the first photos". I looked at Emily who looked at me nervously and said "let's do one more shot, and then we'll undress". Scott without saying a word, started pouring more shots and handed them to us. We took them quickly, and he started pouring another... he asked "one more, or are you good for now?". I winked at Scott and said "I'll take another... Emily?". Emily said "sure... I'm going to get drunk, but I'll just have to sober up before leaving". Scott said "when you're ready just step into the set and I'll take pictures of you lovely ladies undressing each other down to your bra and panties". Emily looked at me and asked "are you ready?"... I gave her a wink and said "I'm ready, let's do it". We stepped on to the set with a white background, and Scott said "Diana, go ahead and pull Emily's dress off"... I started pulling her arms out of her dress and then let it fall to the ground... as she bit her lip while looking at me, and Scott started clicking the camera while walking around us. Emily was standing in just her bra and panties and Scott said "beautiful Emily, you look stunning... now Emily undress Diana". Diana removed my top and then started kissing me as she undid my pants. Scott was moving in for close ups as Emily pulled my pants down to the ground... so now we were both down to our bra and panties and doing different poses together as Scott continued to take our pictures. I asked "are you ready for us to remove our bras?"... Scott said "I'm ready when you guys are... undress at your own pace, and I'll keep taking photos". Emily said "when we remove our bras, you have to remove your shirt... deal?". Scott asked "would that make you feel more comfortable?". Emily said "I won't feel so exposed if you're undressed as well... I think it's fair, right?". Scott said "if it'll make you feel more comfortable, I'll take it off now."... I spoke up and said "Scott, why don't you let Emily take your shirt off of you... like we did each other". Scott looked at Emily and said "is that what you want?"... she merely nodded as a response as he walked up and allowed her to unbutton his shirt. She looked up to him while she undid each button and said "we've known each other for many years now... so this is a little weird undressing in front of you... but it's also really turning me on". She undid the last button and pulled down his shirt, and he was in shockingly good shape. She looked at his chest as she ran her hands over him. He said "honestly, I've always found you incredibly sexy, so this is turning me on as well... I hope that's OK". Emily smiled and said "I'd be disappointed if you weren't turned on... I'm still shocked that Bruce was OK with this, but I really glad that he is... I'm looking forward to showing you and the camera everything". I said "Bruce, why don't you remove her bra for her... would you like that Emily?". She looked into his eyes and said "I would like that very much... do you mind Scott?". He looked down at her chest and said "I'd be happy to" as he reached around her to undo her clasp. She continued to look into his eyes and said "tell me you want to see my tits". Scott looked back into her eyes so that they were now locked into each other as Scott said "I do... I want to see your tits". He released the clasp, and Emily took a step back and dropped the bra from her body. Scott took in the view of he nipples that I'm sure he had thought about many times in the past, and then he lifted his camera and started taking pictures of her. I stood back and took it all in... I knew she wanted to fuck him, and I was sure he wanted to fuck her too... and I was really aroused thinking about what might happen, just how far would things go. Scott looked towards me and said "why don't you join her in the pictures again... are you comfortable removing your bra?" I giggled and said "I'm yours to use as you wish" and gave him a playful wink. He smiled back to me and helped me remove my bra. Emily, still topless in panties walked over to pour herself another shot. I knew I was already feeling the effects of the shots, and I had a higher tolerance than Emily... so I was a little concerned, but I knew she was a big girl and could handle herself. Scott looked into my eyes as he massaged my breasts and then started taking pictures of me. I kept a serious face when he came up close and I said "you know you're going to fuck me today, right?"... he came up closer and put his free hand on my lower back as he gave me a slow passionate kiss. Emily walked back up and came up behind, as she reached around to rub my breasts while kissing my neck. Scott pulled away and lifted up his camera as I put my right hand down my panties and slowly rubbed myself. Scott took some photos and then suggested we switch spots, and helped position where we should stand. I was holding Emily's breasts when Scott grabbed my hands and then repositioned them a little lower to show more of her breasts, and I noticed he gave a slight rub to her nipples as he removed his hands. Emily didn't say anything, she just playfully bit her lip... which is basically her signal that she is horny... so I knew she noticed it too. Scott lifted his camera and started moving around taking pictures when he suggested "Emily, put her hands down your panties like Diana did". I started kissing her neck, the same way she was with me in our prior positions, and I whispered in her ear "he wants to see you play with your pussy". She moaned as she slid her hand into her panties and started rubbing... but it wasn't a little playful rub, she clearly was horny and the way she was rubbing her pussy clearly showed it. The alcohol was obviously showing its effects as well, as she started to lower down to sit, so I squatted with her as she continued to masterbate under her panties. Scott wasn't missing a thing as he got closer and closer, taking pictures until he was holding the camera between her spread legs to get close ups of her barely covered cunt... watching intently as she rubbed herself. Scott stood up and said "I'll be right back" as he walked away. I kissed Emily and asked her "are you going to let him fuck you?". Emily moaned and answered "I shouldn't... but I want to... but I can't... not unless Bruce says it's OK". I giggled and said "well, you can watch him fuck me then". Emily smiled as Scott walked back into the room with some odd shaped cushions and placed them behind us and said "It's so you have something to lean against and sit on". I moved to lay down next to Emily as he scooted a long cushion behind us so that we were propped up from the stomach up, which let our bottom half still spread open. I noticed that Scott had what appeared to be a good size erection as he moved around taking more pictures... I looked at Emily and said "I think it's only fair that Scott removes his pants before we remove our panties". Emily looked at Scott and then down to his crotch and said "Scott, I'm not going to lie... I really want to see your cock... and I'd love to watch you fuck Diana... if that's OK". Scott didn't say a word, he just unfastened his pants and slowly started to take them off. He was wearing tight black briefs that showed the outline to an impressive sized cock, which looked to be barely contained. Emily was fixated on it as she slid her hand down her panties again and started to rub... and I decided to follow suit. Scott walked around us taking pics, and I think just overall enjoying the view. Emily, while still rubbing herself said "I probably shouldn't be doing this in front of you... I think the alcohol just hit me... please don't mention it to Bruce". Scott said "don't worry, I wouldn't want to upset him" as he moved in close between her legs and continued to take pictures. Emily looked down at him and asked "are you ready for us to remove our panties?"... Scott said "yes please, I'm ready". Emily said "will you take them off me?". I started rubbing myself harder while watching everything unfold as Scott put down his camera, reached out to her waist with both hands, and grabbed the top of her panties as Emily closed her legs and lifted her ass to allow him to pull them down. As soon as the panties were taken off, Emily opened her legs wide again and asked Scott "do you think I have a pretty pussy". Scott was clearly in awe as he couldn't stop staring at her cunt, as he replied "you are fucking stunning... I'm jealous of Bruce, he's an incredibly lucky man". He wasn't lying, she always had such a beautiful pussy, with her landing strip down her lips... I moved between her legs so that I could lick her pussy, and Scott jumped up to take pictures again. He even got in close to capture my tongue exploring Emily's open pussy, and I noticed the head of his dick was peeking out the top of his briefs. I reached over and rubbed his cock through his briefs while he was on his knees next to us. I looked Scott in the eyes and said "we should let Emily get a look at your cock... she did say she wanted to see it" as I pulled the front of his briefs down causing his erect cock to fall forward and stick straight out. I looked at Emily, and she was in a daze, biting her lip while looking at him exposed in front of her. I grabbed his erection and said "wow Scott... you have an impressive cock!"... and before he said a word I leaned over and took him in my mouth... I didn't want to make him cum, as I was sure he was already overly excited, so I didn't do it for long... just enough to give him a taste. I then looked up to him, gave him a few jerks, and said "how would you like to pose us next?". Scott smiled and said "I think now would be a good time to change sets... which set would you guys like to do next?" I helped Emily stand up as we looked around the room... there were a lot of small sets all around this big room... ocean sets, bar sets, wilderness set, a couch... one that even looked like a store... but then i saw the one I figured Emily would pick. Emily smiled real big as she stumbled her way naked to the set that looked like a bedroom, and climbed on the bed. Scott looked at me and said "I think she made her pick". I looked down at his cock, lightly grabbed it, and said "I expect to get fucked on that bed"... Scott leaned in and kissed me and said "I expect to fuck you on that bed" with a cocky smirk. We walked over to the bed, as Emily rolled around and said "I can't believe we're naked... this is so much fun though". Scott started turning the lights on around the set, as I joined Emily on the bed and started kissing her again. She started kissing me back passionately as she put her hands down my panties and fingered me. I whispered to her "you're enjoying showing Scott your pussy, aren't you"... which caused her to moan loudly. Scott walked up with the camera, and I suggested some more solo shots of Emily. Emily gave me a sly smirk as I told Scott "just move her how ever you want her to pose". Scott sat down on the bed next to her and said "let's do one were your laying on your side". Emily extended her legs behind him while laying on her side and asked "like this?". Scott got up and lifted one leg up so that her knee was sticking straight up, and then bent the other knee to point down while laying on the bed. He said "like this... so we can see your pretty little pussy", and then he slid his hands down from her knee to her upper thigh, and pushed a little to further spread her legs. I think he was just testing to see if she would say anything, or stop him... but she remained quite as he walked around the bed and moved her arm that wasn't supporting her, and moved it down under her breasts. His dick was waving not far Emily's face, and her eyes were locked on it as he lifted each breast up and on top of her arm. She still didn't say anything, as he briefly felt her nipple before getting his camera. Hey walked around her taking pictures, and then spent some time up close to her pussy... Emily noticed and started rubbing herself again. Scott put the camera down and climbed up on his knees onto the bed. I want sure what was about to happen, but I was really excited to find out. Scott said "let's pose you like this" as he grabbed her hips and scooted her lower body toward him... and turned her over so that she was laying on her stomach... and pulled her up into a doggystyle position... but he didn't pull her up by the waist... he put one hand on her lower back, and the other between her legs and lifted her up while clearly rubbing her slit. He then walked around and told her "put your hands over your breasts like this" as he slid his hands under and cupped her breast. It was obvious to me he was just seeing how far he could go before she stopped him, but she never did. He picked up his camera and took pictures up close of her gaping pussy from behind, complete with her exposed anus. He put down the camera and put a hand on each side of her ass, close to her upper thigh, and spread so he could further open up her cunt... he didn't do it for pictures, he just wanted to see more inside her, as Emily reached down and started rubbing her clit in front of his face. When she started sliding her fingers into her pussy, Scott started rubbing his cock while watching... and it all just made me want to get fucked that much more. I got up on the bed and started licking her pussy from behind, as Scott got up and stood behind me. I felt him pull my panties down and then rub my pussy with his cock... and I knew what was next. Slowly I felt him entering inside of me until he was all the way in. I reached back to rub my clit, as Emily flipped over to watch. Scott was entering me slowly and then pushing hard just as it bottomed out, and it was an incredible feeling. Emily smiled at me and said "you're so lucky... i wish I could fuck him" as she spread her legs wide so that Scott could look at her cunt while he fucked me. I didn't want to end things just yet, and I knew if he blew his load it would be over... I stopped him and crawled up on the bed laying next to Emily and opened my legs, showing my pussy just like she was... Scott picked up his camera and started taking pics of both of us. I kissed Emily and whispered "are you going to let him fuck you?"... she looked at me with glassy eyes and said "do you think Bruce would be OK with it?"... I told her "I can ask for you, if you'd like"... she looked down to see Scott rubbing up her leg while rubbing his cock, looked back at me and said "yes, please". I got up to get my phone and asked her for his number... and Scott asked what was happening, as I noticed he was rubbing her pussy. Emily reached down and grabbed his dick and stroked it as she said "she's going to ask Bruce if it's OK for you to fuck me... I really want you right now". Scott asked "do you think he will be OK with that?"... Emily replied "maybe... he was OK with you taking nude pics of me". Scott looked nervous as he stood up and said "So I need to tell you guys something... when Bruce called earlier, he said that you wanted erotic pictures, and when I asked what he had in mind... he said maybe just underwear, but no further for now". Emily looked shocked and said "what? He wasn't ok with me being nude?". Scott looked embarrassed and said "I never planned any of this to happen... you guys said you were expecting nude pics, and I didn't want to blow my one chance to see you naked". Emily said "oh my God, you can't tell Bruce about this! He'll be so upset!" to which Scott was quick to respond "I'm not telling him, he'd kill me! I don't want to lose him as a friend either... so we all promise not to say anything?" I spoke up and said "I promise to never utter a word about it to anyone not in this room". Emily said "I know Diana won't say anything... Scott, you have to swear not to tell ANYONE about this... ever... ok?" Scott promised "not a soul" as Emily asked "what about the pictures?" Scott said he would only develop the ones in our underwear, and the digital card would be locked in a safe. Emily asked "you're not going to delete them?" And Scott responded "wouldn't you like to see the pictures before they are gone? Once they are in the vault, no one else can see them... I'm the only person who could ever open it". Scott then followed with "I'm sorry... I let things go to far and betrayed your trust... and I hope you'll forgive me eventually... I've always found you so sexy, and I just wasn't thinking straight". Emily gave a small smile and said "I've always been attracted to you too... and honestly I would have been happy to fuck you if I thought it wouldn't change anything... but I don't want to make things awkward when you visit, or have you expecting to be able to fuck me again which would just lead to eventually getting caught... I love Bruce, and I don't want anything to ruin that... but if be lying if I said I'm not tempted when I see your cock right now hard like that... or see the way you look at my body... who knows maybe Bruce will eventually come around to an open relationship, and you can Fuck me in front of him". Scott asked "so you're not mad?"... Emily hesitated a bit and then said "It's hard to be mad when I'm still a little drunk and so fucking horny... this day has been one of the most erotic moments I've had in years, but as long as it stays between us... and doesn't happen again unless Bruce is on board... and you promise it doesn't change anything between us! No extra texting, winking, flirting, ect... you have to act as if this never happened... understand?" Bruce nodded and said "I understand" and then walked up and started kissing her. She slightly hesitated before kissing him back and they laid down on the bed. She rolled him onto his back as I walked over and laid down next to him, and she started stroking his dick while saying "this is probably a one time thing... so I hope you enjoy it" before she went down and started sucking his dick. Emily had always been the best cock sucker I've ever known, I was honestly a little jealous of how much guys raved about it... and I had no doubt she would be going all out for Scott. I started rubbing his chest and kissing his ear as he watched his friend's wife suck on his cock, and his moans made it obvious how good it felt. Emily then moved over between my legs and started eating me out, but stuck her ass up on the air... letting Scott know she was ready. Scott stood up, and I could already hear Emily moaning in anticipating of what was about to come. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit, and Emily said "I'm ready... fuck me, please". Scott pushed his cock in with ease and started fucking her at a fast pace. Emily looked up at me with her eyes half way rolled back, and said "he's fucking me... Scott is fucking me... oh my God!" as he continued to rail on her from behind. I could hear how wet she was based on the splashing sounds, and I knew she was close to cumming. I asked her "are you about to cum on Scott's hard cock" and she looked up at me with a face that almost looked like she was in pain and said "I don't want to cum just yet... but it feels so good". Emily looked back at Scott and said "wait, wait, wait... I don't want to cum yet!... fuck Diana for awhile, I need a minute". Scott smiled at me and crawled between my legs and started licking inside my pussy, while I grinded against his face. Emily laid next to me and rubbed her pussy while Scott explored my cunt with his tongue. Emily said "I can't believe we're doing this... I can't believe I'm letting you fuck me". Scott moved over to Emily and started eating her out, pulling her down on his face as she grinded against it and said "do you like eating my pussy Scott?... have you thought about my pussy before". Scott looked up and said "I thought about it all the time", as he spread her lips open and started to lick inside of her. I told Scott "I want you to fuck me hard... like it's your only chance to fuck me". Scott didn't disappoint as he got on top of me, pulled my legs apart, and started plowing inside of me. Emily started kissing me and then whispered "he's such a great fuck, isn't he?" as I just nodded in agreement and looked down to see my tits bouncing. "You're going to get fucked by Bruce to when he gets back" Emily whisperedin my ear... I didn't have the heart to tell her that he fucked me early this morning already, but I could feel my pussy start to throb, and then begun to make splashing sounds... and I knew I was close to cumming all around his cock. I shouted out "don't stop, I'm about to cum" as he pointed my knees to my chest and fucked me possibly faster than I've ever been fucked before, and I had an intense orgasm that left me moaning and shaking as he pulled out and stroked his cock in Emily's face, who didn't hesitate to suck my pussy juice off his dick. I was still recovering and catching my breath from my orgasm as I watched Scott start to fuck Emily's mouth. He had a hold of her head with both hands as he pulled her face down on his cock, and she kept looking up at him while he continued to pound her mouth. I thought it was hot, so I secretly recorded them on my phone... I knew no one else would see it. Emily pulled back and said "I'm ready Scott... fuck me right now... the way you've always wanted to... the way I've always wanted you too". Scott picked her up and impaled her down on his cock, and Emily screamed "YES! Pound my married pussy, Scott!... this is your one chance to use me... is my pussy as good as you hoped it would be?... it's it exciting to secretly fuck your friends wife?". Scott never responded, he just laid her down and pulled a leg up while looking down on her body as he continued to fuck her. Emily stared into his eyes while he continued to thrust into her hard, and said "oh my God, Scott... you're deeper inside me than Bruce has ever been... Bruce could never fuck me this good... do you like knowing you're fucking me better than my husband ever has?". Scott was breathing heavy as he grabbed her other leg and pulled it up, almost pinning her knees to her ears, and started slamming into her. Emily gasped out "holy shit!.. you're touching places inside my pussy that Bruce has never touched... use me like the slut I am... I'm your slut Scott... right now I belong to no one but you..". Despite that I had just had an intense orgasm, hearing Emily was starting to turn me on again. Emily started moaning loudly, and I could hear the familiar splashing sounds the precede her orgasm. "I want you to cum inside me Scott... I want to feel your cum shooting deep inside me... I'm going to cum.. I want you to cum with me... cum in your friends wife". Scott started grunting hard while looking down at her tits bouncing and said "I'm about to cum, Emily...I can't stop now". Emily started moaning loudly while her face tensed up, and her pussy was making really loud splashing sounds as she screamed "I'm cumming... I can feel you cumming inside me!". Scott started making grunting sounds as he shot multiple heavy streams inside Emily's wet cunt. They laid there for a minute, catching their breath, as I jokingly asked "are you guys OK?... that was really hot to watch!" Emily laughed and said "I'm fucking fantastic!". Scott smiled and leaned over to Emily and gave her a tender kiss before saying "thank you guys... this has been the best sexual experience I've ever had... I don't think I've ever cum so hard before... I hope you're on birth control". Emily and I both laughed, and Emily assured him "yes, I'm on birth control... no need to worry". I laid down on the other side of Scott as he looked back and forth between us and said "I guess this can't happen again, can it?". Emily laid on her side, smiled at him and said "unfortunately not... not unless Bruce agrees to an open relationship like I'd like". Scott rubbed our upper thighs as he said "I sincerely hope he agrees to it as well". I asked him "so when will the pictures be ready?... I'm sure Bruce is anxious to see them". Scott said "I can send you some tonight, but I'll have some developed that I can bring you tomorrow night". Emily chuckled and said "I can't believe this all just happened... and Bruce just wanted some under wear pics, yet here I am freshly fucked by his buddy while his cum runs out of my pussy". We all laughed as she stood up and said she was going to take a quick shower. I rolled over to my side to better look at Scott and said "Thanks for this... this really means a lot to Emily... so don't fuck it up by saying anything... ok?" Scott said "I promise... I just hate that it's over now". I assured him "I'm going to do everything I can to get Bruce on board... so I wouldn't say it's over yet... I'm going to fuck him when he gets back from work, and we'll see where it goes from there". Scott smiled and said "I'd love to fuck you again also" to which I replied "anytime... Bruce knows I was going to fuck you, so feel free to brag about it, I don't mind". I grabbed his flaccid cock and said "you really are a great fuck, Scott... I'd love to feel you cum inside me next time... maybe tomorrow night when you bring the pictures over". I could feel his cock starting to come back to life in my hand as I was talking, and he started to kiss me. I was taken off guard, but in a good way, and started kissing him back as he rolled onto his back lifting me on top of him as we continued to kiss... it didn't take long before I felt his erection stabbing toward my pussy... "back to life already?... maybe you should fuck Emily some more before we leave". Scott pushed himself up inside of me, and I sat up to ride him and started rubbing my clit. Scott said "I would... but Emily said it was a one time thing." As he stared at my tits as a slowly rode him. I giggled "I'm pretty sure that today is the one time... if you want to fuck her more before we leave, I'm pretty sure she'd be happy to". Scott smiled at me as I continued to ride him. "But... before that, I need you to help me cum... one more time... |
Mary had been married to Bradley for almost 9 years, and things were great between them. They had started dating in high school, and besides a couple of short break ups, have been together ever since. They held off on having children, instead focusing on their careers and themselves, and enjoyed planning trips together... they had normal trips they would plan with friends or family, and they had what they called "naughty trips" for when they traveled alone. Mary had been an exhibitionist from a young age, and was upfront about it to Bradley from the beginning... Bradley was a voyeur, but was more hesitant to own up to it at first... but once they started sharing experiences and fantasies, their sex life elevated astronomically! Bradley loved that Mary was an exhibitionist, but he didn't like the idea of guys they knew seeing her... it would make him jealous and feel uneasy, and he worried they would try to fuck her. Mary just got aroused at the idea of anyone being turned on seeing her, usually acting unaware she is on display... but they agreed that they should save that kind of play for when they were out of town... on one of their naughty trips. They hadn't had a lot of experiences yet though, but they enjoyed planning them out together during sex. Mary, on the other hand loved the idea of playfully showing off her "secret parts" to guys she knew... but she didn't tell Bradley that so as to not upset him... she knew she was a tease, but just thinking about letting Bradley's friends sneak a peek, or maybe even some coworkers, it always made her horny. Bradley felt lucky to have a wife that was understanding of his voyeur fetish. She would masturbate for him while he acted like he was spying on her, crack the window shades for him so he could watch as her and her friends tried on bathing suits... he loved seeing his friends wives naked without them knowing, and Mary loved helping him do it... imagining someone peeking on her. It wasn't always easy to find reasons for girls to undress at their place (it was usually to enjoy the pool or hot tub), but Mary always seemed eager and to enjoy helping Bradley get away with seeing more than he was ever meant to see, and even allowed him to place little peepholes around the house (despite not often having the opportunity to use them). Mary had suggested before that maybe Bradley could set things up to where one of his friends could peek in on her, just like Bradley had peeked on others... but Bradly was quick to nix the idea, saying "it makes me feel to uncomfortable knowing someone I know has seen you like that". Mary was a pretty young woman, although a bit thick, with huge breasts that had always brought her attention... of course she always loved that attention, often showing excessive cleavage and relishing in the stares. Mary loved being the object of so many guys sexual desires, and she felt lucky to have Bradley who understood. He'd help her to expose herself to horny guys, whether if it was at a shoe store, or a dressing room... once even in the back of a taxi... she just wished she had more liberty to expose herself to those closer to her... the ones who she constantly caught checking her out, and that playfully joked about her huge tits. Of course Bradley would never be OK with another guy fucking Mary, and honestly, Mary was more interested in showing her pussy to others than fucking them... but of course she had her fantasies here and there. There's many stories to share that involve Bradley and Mary, but I think I'll start with their naughty trip to Tampa. Mary worked in marketing, and it was her first work convention since joining the company a couple years back. Since Mary was getting her flight and room provided for her, Bradley decided he'd go as well and they could make a fun trip out of it... when she wasn't working of course. Unfortunately his work prevented him from being able to go until the day after Mary left, but seeing as she wouldn't really have any free time that day anyway, it was probably for the best. Out of the five team members going, she was the only female... so she was going to get a room of her own, while the other 4 guys shared two conjoined rooms... it worked out perfect, and Bradley and Mary were already thinking of ideas for naughty fun... Bradley was the one who usually came up with the ideas, and Mary liked being surprised by what he would think of next. Mary decided on wearing a tight low cut shirt for the first day of the conference... she wanted to make an impression and make sure she grabbed people's attention when pitching ideas to potential customers and investors. She knew she would have to wear it during the flight, as they wouldn't have access to their rooms until after the conference... and she was thinking about how it'll be fun to grab the boys from works attentions as well. The more she thought about teasing them, the more turned on she started to get... but she knew she couldn't go to far, both because it would upset Bradley and it would make the work place awkward. She decided to push things slightly though... nothing to crazy, she told herself. Once she was at the airport she went to the restroom, removed her bra, and looked at herself in the mirror... her pierced nipples standing out through the shirts material, she knew it would probably be to much for Bradley to be OK with... but the thrill was to strong... besides, no one would notice until she took off her jacket, and she could put the bra back on once they land. Mary knew she would be sitting in between Joseph Reynolds and Eddie Rogers... both single attractive guys from the office. Eddie was the kind of guy you can tell gets laid a lot... he's charming, flirty, and smart. Joseph was more professional and polite, but very flirty as well... plus Mary had overheard talk that he was well endowed as well. She was a bit nervous as she walked up to her seat, both of them already in theirs, and started to remove her jacket to put in the overboard compartment... she looked down at them in their seats and said "you guys both look great today", getting their attention as she took off her jacket and lifted it above her head... she peeked at them to see if they noticed, and they both certainly did... both of them openly staring toward her nipples as Eddie said "wow Mary, you look stunning as well". Both the boys wondered if she was aware of how exposed she was... it wasn't see through or indecent, but it was really close to it. They had both been obsessed with her body since working with her, and this was the most they had got to see of it yet... and they previously had no idea that her nipples were pierced, but it was very obvious now. Mary took her seat while trying to act like she didn't notice them both staring at her breasts, and feeling her groin warm in arousal. She attempted to make small talk, but it was clear they distracted... until Eddie broke the ice and said "I'm not complaining, and I hope I'm not crossing a line here... but your top is very revealing and I'm having a hard time not staring". Joseph chuckled and said "come on Ed, no need to make her feel uncomfortable" as Mary looked toward her nipples and feigned shock. She covered her breasts with her arms as she lied "I didn't realize my nipples were so evident without a bra on... I just didn't want wear it during the flight... this is embarrassing". Eddie quickly replied "no need to be embarrassed, like I said, I'm certainly not complaining.... I just felt guilty for staring and wanted to make sure you were aware". Joseph chimed in "you didn't have to tell her you were staring", to which Eddie replied "I'm pretty sure you were staring too... besides, she knows she's hot". Mary quickly got aroused hearing Eddie refer to her hot, and then said "It's OK, I don't blame you guys for staring... I'm used to guys staring at my chest anyway... I just didn't know how exposed I was... if it makes you guys uncomfortable I can put my jacket back on". Joseph told her "no, as long as you're comfortable, it's fine", to which Eddie added "yeah, please don't put on your jacket" which made everyone chuckle. Mary put her arms back down on the arm rests, and said "thanks guys... but please don't mention this to anyone else, they might take it the wrong way... not to mention my husband would get upset with me". The guys both reassured her that they understood, and it would stay between them as Mary thanked them and again acted like she didn't notice them looking at her chest. They changed the subject, and talked about the convention, until they hit some turbulence which made Mary's tits bounce around... it was so obvious that she just went ahead and pointed it out herself, although she saw they already noticed... they all three openly stared at her heavily exposed cleavage, all wishing that more was exposed. Mary relished in the attention, giving them extra bounces whenever she could. Once the plan landed, she put on her jacket, and went to the restroom to put her bra back on before meeting back up with everyone and heading towards the convention. She knew what happened wasn't to big of a deal, but it was for her... and she couldn't stop thinking about it throughout the day while they met knew people in the industry and worked their pitches together. Everyone staid professional as they continued to win clients over and make connections, which went on until the night at the hotel bar. There was a lot of drinking and laughter, but Mary was a seasoned drinker and could hold her own... her work mates, in the other hand, looked like they were getting a little to drunk and tried to convince them they should call it a night. Unfortunately when they went to check in, the hotel told Mary that they messed up the reservation and she was given a room with two double beds instead of a queen... but she figured it wasn't that big of a deal since she was still getting her own room, and they comped her a couple bottles of wine. Once in her room she called to checked in with her husband, and then took a shower... she opened a bottle of wine while she laid on her bed naked and watched TV... slowly rubbing herself while thinking about what fun that Bradley would get her into tomorrow night... and wishing she could tease Eddie and Joshua some more... wondering what they would think if they could see her right then, with her legs spread and her bare tits swaying on her chest as she gently massage her clit... only to be shocked when she heard a light knocking on the adjacent door. In a panic she jumped up and wrapped a towel around herself, but thought to herself "it's probably just kids playing around" as she walked to the door and then heard Joshua's voice through the door ask "hey guys, are you awake? Open your door". Both confused and relieved, Mary cracked open her door and confirmed in was indeed Joshua... and it was obvious to her that he wasn't expecting to see her as well... apparently the hotel had mixed her room with the other coworkers room... not that it mattered since they were all double bed rooms anyway. "Mary?... are you hanging out with Douglas and Terrell?". Joshua was clearly drunk, looking confused as Mary hid behind the door and explained the situation to him the best she could... that's when Joshua fully opened his door, and Mary could see that Eddie was in the midst of kissing some girl in the room... "Eddie asked me to give them some privacy... do you mind if I hang out in your room for a bit?" He asked as he just walked inside her room. Mary wasn't sure what to say or think, as she honestly just wanted to go to sleep and was worried what her husband would think if he knew she had a guy in her room with her... but she told herself "it's no big deal, I'm sure he'll leave once Eddie is done"... besides he had already walked in. It didn't take long for Joshua to notice that Mary was only wearing a towel, and Mary felt her crotch tingle as she said "I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting company... maybe I should put something on". Mary was worried that the temptation to tease would be too strong... but she was also aroused enough to consider doing it anyway... Joshua was quick to reply "you're fine, don't do anything on the account of me". Mary reminded him "Bradley will be here tomorrow, so let's not mention you were here tonight... he'd have a hard time understanding". Joshua had a seat in the other bed, clearly intoxicated, and asked "Is Bradley the overly jealous type?", as he looked Mary up and down... starting to develop thoughts of using her sexy body. Mary noticed that he hadn't closed the door on their side of the room at all, and her door was only mostly closed, still leaving a 4 inch gap that she could see Eddie easily with. She tried to ignore the view and respond to Joshua's question "he's actually not overly jealous at all... he just doesn't want co workers and friends to see me undressed"... she had said that without thinking, and realized she had unintentionally grabbed Joshua's full attention. "Oh really... please, tell me more", Joshua responded, as Mary stood up to pour herself another glass of wine. She realized she had said to much, as she responded "we shouldn't be talking about this, we're co workers"... but in his drunken state, there was no way he was going to let it go. Mary knew she was in danger of doing something she shouldn't, and pulled her towel up to better cover her cleavage that had slowly grown more exposed... but by doing so she felt the front of her towel go up enough to where her pussy was exposed due to her big tits... she had her back to him as she realized it, so she had a few seconds to deliberate what she should do next... should she lower the towel to better cover herself again, or should she turn to face him and act like she didn't know her pussy was on display... she quickly told herself "what the hell, he won't know I know" as she turned around and watched the reaction on his face... and it didn't disappoint. Bradley had just finished saying "we don't have to be coworkers tonight, you can tell me anything and it stays between us", when Mary turned around and he could see her bare shaven cunt on display. Mary relished in his obvious staring as she walked closer toward him and then sat down on her bed... she leaned a bit to look into the other room and saw Eddie on his back and the girl laying in front of him sucking his cock with her bare ass in the air. She pointed out the scene to Joshua as she turned to sit against the backboard with her legs on the bed. Joshua stood up and looked in on Eddie, unintentionally opening it slightly more and then turned to Mary and commented "Eddie is so lucky... I haven't got laid in over a month" as he resumed staring at her pussy. Mary felt her pussy heating up and getting wet as he walked over to the corner of her bed next to her feet and sat down. She could tell he was trying to hide his staring at her cunt, but he was doing a poor job... and she was fighting the temptation of opening her legs more, because she didn't want to make it obvious she knew what he could see. Mary tried to break the tension by saying "based on the rumors I've heard about you, it's hard to believe you have trouble getting laid". Joshua looked up at her with a smirk, still looking drunk and unbalanced, and asked "what have you heard?". Mary quickly responded "I shouldn't have said anything, it's inappropriate", and then quickly added "I'm sorry, I didn't offer you any wine... would you like some?". As she spoke, she dropped one leg onto the floor, and her other knee up... as if she was about to stand up, but was waiting on his reply... but this opened her legs up more for him to get a much better view of her naked pussy, and for him to see just how wet she was... she sat motionless waiting on his reply, acting naive as he soaked in the view before he said "yes please". Mary stood up and walked over to the wine to pour Joshua a drink, and they could hear Eddie starting to fuck his date next door... slow steady rhythms that built up to a faster and faster pace. They both looked toward the door and then smiled at each other as she handed him his glass... she figured that Eddie would cum before too long, and Joshua would go back to his room... and although she was having fun teasing him, she worried about things eventually going to far. Joshua walked over toward the door and peeked in, and Mary crawled up on the bed to watch from under Joshua... they could see Eddie's naked ass bouncing up and down as he relentlessly fucked his new friend, and her moaning was turning on everyone. Mary was on all fours, and turned her head to realize she was at eye level with Joshua's crotch... and she could clearly tell his shorts were having a hard time restraining his erection. She looked up to him and whispered "are the rumors true?... are you a big as they say you are?". Joshua smirked and stumbled slightly as he asked her "would you like to see?". Mary felt a lump in her chest, but more importantly a strong urge in her crotch. She hesitated with a "umm....", still deciding on what she should say next, before Joshua just reached into his shorts and pulled out his cock, just a couple feet away from her face. Mary felt her heart skip and her nerves start to unsettle as she came face to face with the biggest cock see had seen in person, and all she could think about was what it would feel like inside of her. "Wow... the rumors really are true" Mary said, not taking her eyes off of it... Joshua noticed she was breathing heavier and biting her bottom lip as he took a step toward her and asked "Do you want me to fuck you?". His dick was inches from her face, and the whole scenario was just to much... she had been teasing him with her pussy, watching and listening to Eddie fuck a girl while Joshua's fat hog of a cock dangled in her face... Mary was silent for a few seconds and then felt like she was losing her breath as she said "if I wasn't married,... I'd beg you to fuck me right now". Joshua reached out and started to remove her towel as he asked her "so is that a yes?". Mary knew she was letting things go to far, but she didn't know if she would stop it or let it continue... could she stop it...maybe it had gone to far already, so at this point it didn't matter, she tried to rationalize to herself as she felt Joshua remove her towel... leaving her naked on all fours, with his cock close enough to her mouth that he could feel her heavy breathing. Out of pure instinct, she felt her mouth slightly open to take him in, and Joshua slowly started to slide past her lips... he felt her tongue start to rub the head of his cock, but she quickly pulled back and sat up while proclaiming "I can't do this, I'm married"... but deep down she knew she still might. Joshua took in his first view of the tits he always stared at, and wondered what they looked like, and now they were openly there for his admiration... her areolas a bit smaller and darker than he imagined, and her pierced nipples standing more perky than he would have thought for such large breasts. Mary realized he was getting a good look at her, which only turned her on more. She sat up against the headboard with her legs open, grabbed her glass of wine from the side table, and looked into the room to watch Eddie fuck his date from behind... she looked back at Joshua and told him "No one can ever know what happened here tonight... no one... do you understand?". Joshua grabbed his glass and took a sip before reaching out with his left hand to rub her upper thigh... he told her "tonight you're single... no reason to feel guilty. No one else will ever know anything that happened here". Mary chugged the rest of her drink and said "this won't happen again, understand?... we have to stay professional, and can't mention it at all... this is one night only, and then it's like it never happened". Joshua smiled and chugged the rest of his drink before getting on the bed between her legs, pulling her down to him so that she was on her back, and starting to eat her out. Mary couldn't believe it was happening, but gave in to the fact it was... she no longer cared about resisting, and was now just excited about what was about to happen. Mary looked down at Joshua as he pulled her legs up and fully explore her pussy inside and out, licking and sucking on her clit, and running his tongue up inside her hole... it had been a long time since someone ate her out so passionately... and hearing Eddie's body slap against his girls body while they grunt and moan, she was now eager to see what Joshua's big cock would feel like inside of her. She pushed his face into her soaked slit, and told him "I want you to fuck me now... don't make me wait any longer". Joshua was eager to please as he climbed over her, holding her legs up, and slowly started to penetrate her bare pussy. Mary grunted as he slowly slid inside, stretching and filling her fuller than she had ever been before... granted she had only been with a few guys before, she was surprised by how different he felt... and due to her arousal, he slid in with little resistance despite his size. She had a tinge of guilt rush over her as she savored the feeling as he slowly started to thrust into her, but it was quickly washed away with the lust building up in her chest and pussy. Joshua looked down at his married coworker, watching her giant tits wobble as he started thrusting harder and deeper inside of her... he would have never thought he would get an opportunity like this, she was always the hot big tittied girl they had no chance with... and now she was his for the using... he was surprised by how well she could handle him as he fully penetrated her, and then whispered in her ear "you're pussy feels so fucking good around my cock". Mary moaned as the words hit her ears and made her pussy flood even more. His pace picked up to where he was fucking her just as hard as Eddie was fucking his girl in the next room, and despite really enjoying it, Mary made Joshua stop due to being to loud. "Shhh, I don't want Eddie to hear... let me get on top". Joshua rolled onto his back, and Mary admired how hard and thick his cock was before leaning down to suck it... it was difficult getting it all in her mouth, but that just heightened the arousal as she worked it as well as she could... it sounded like they might be finishing up next door, so Mary quickly climbed on top of Joshua and fed his cock inside of her pussy... she could feel him throbing as she grinded down against him and rubbed her clit... Joshua was fighting the urge to cum, and Mary knew it. She enjoyed Joshua staring at her naked tits that she knew he had been obsessing over for a long time, as she looked out the door to see Eddie on his back, and his date jerking him off while licking his balls... she could clearly see Eddie's cock, and knew he was about to cum... she wondered if he had seen her at any point, or he knew what they were doing... the idea worried her, but the exhibitionist side of her loved the idea... but he didn't seem to give any indication that he noticed... but as she watched his head throw back as he grunted, she knew he was about to cum... and she watched as a fountain of semen shot out of his cock. She looked at Joshua and said "cum... I want you to cum inside of me" as she felt a strong orgasm building up, making it difficult to stay quiet. She felt his cock start pulsing and swelling, and she knew he was cumming inside of her, which sent her over the edge and made her cum as well. She was gasping for air, trying to remain quiet, but Joshua smiled as he watched her face strain and turn red as she cum all around his cock and collapsed on his chest. Joshua rolled her over onto her back as he slowly pulled out of her, and watched his cum flow out of her gaping cunt. Mary was feeling a bit guilty still, but she was worried more than anything else. She told Joshua "close the door all the way before Eddie sees anything"... Joshua walked over and and took a peek... Eddie was not there, probably in the bathroom, and his date was spread out naked on the bed passed out... he closed the door quietly and told Mary "don't worry, this stays between us" as he walked back over and laid down next to her. This wasn't the first time she had cheated on her husband... there had been a couple of others in the past, but she never planned on them to happen... they just happened. She didn't consider herself a "cheater", and it wasn't something she wanted to make a habit of. She did love her husband, just sometimes things get out of hand... but as Joshua got back to the bed and played with her tits from behind, she reminded him "remember, after tonight, this is not to be talked about with anyone... including me... understand?". Joshua rubbed his semi flaccid cock against her naked ass and said "after tonight, it'll be as if this never happened... and I won't expect it to happen again... I understand". "Thank you" Mary said before slowly adding "I really enjoyed it... sorry I came so fast". Joshua started kissing on her neck and then said "it'll be a few minutes before Eddie falls asleep... maybe we can take advantage before we call it a night". Mary was well aware they hadn't even kissed at this point... it had been pure animalistic lust... and as he turned her around to face him, their lips met... escalating to their tongues exploring each other as she reached down and gently massaged his cock, feeling it grow hard and long again in her grasp... he might have been drunk, but he was still able to get ready for round two. Joseph climbed on top of her and slowly slid back inside her pussy as Mary moaned... and as Joseph steadily upped the pace, Mary reached down and started rubbing her clit and said "Oh my God, I'm such a slutty whore!... fuck my married pussy, use me like the cheating slut I am!". Joshua smirked with a sense of victory as he continued to fuck her, and said "I love knowing you're another man's wife as I slide my bare cock inside your pussy". That was all she needed to hear to start cumming again, except this time Joshua didn't join her, and just took his time using her body. By the time Joshua finally finished they were exhausted and quickly passed out asleep. Mary would wake up occasionally, feeling him rubbing on her tits, and at one point even felt him putting his cock inside her again. By the time the morning finally came, she was hesitant to want to open her eyes... for one, she was exhausted from not getting enough sleep... and two, she knew it was the end of her fun with Joseph. She looked at him as he still slept next to her, and she wondered if he could possibly still be able to perform one last time... but that would be it, she told herself. She turned around to check the time, and was startled to see Eddie standing at the door way... not even attempting to hide as he held his phone up, clearly recording them in bed together. Shock hit her, and then deep fear of what might happen if word got out, or even worse, the video he was making! Eddie walked back into his room, leaving the doors ajar as Mary contemplated what she should do... she was still covered by her blanket as she reached to the floor to grab her towel, quickly covered herself, and followed him into his room to confront him... To be continued if there's an interest. |
When I was 15 nearly 16 I use to have study periods in school, because I was bright a lad I didn’t really need extra studying time, so I used the time to visit one of the local Cinemas in the afternoon, there was one Cinema in particular I use to frequent, it was the oldest Cinema and nick named the s flee pit, it was shabby and seat wee well worn , on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday afternoons the Cinema showed B rated films which were mostly were black and white films, there were no Usherettes on duty only a man selling the tickets in the Cinema booth. I’d become friendly with a boy in school called Malcolm who was also a sissy boy but he was by far more experienced in cock fun than me, he use to frequent the Cinema in his free school periods. He suggested why I didn’t visit the cinema he said there were always dirty old men on the lookout for subservient panty boys to play with , I was really turned on by Malcolm’s description of what went on in the Cinema and I became more than curious to find out. Malcolm had already briefed me what was expected of me and the set the scene for meeting dirty old men interested in some raunchy cock fun, The next day when it came to my free study period, changed from my school boy briefs into my favourite girlie panties before I left school there were a midi pair of stretch nylon panties patterned with large red roses, I made my way to town, I arrived at the Cinema about 13.45 I gave my money to the man in the Cinema booth for ticket, who made a comment “You’re in luck this afternoon”, I didn’t know what he meant at the time. When I entered the Cinema it was empty apart from two mature men, sitting together on the other side of Cinema, I sat in the middle of the back row, I undid my light grey school trouser belt in case I became lucky, within minutes of me sitting I noticed the there was one mature man sitting by himself. Then out of the blue the other man came and sat next to me, he carried a mackintosh, I knew straight away he was one of the men that belonged to the dirty Mac brigade. These men would drape their Mac over their leg and yours so they could manoeuvre their hand discretely over your knee. As was predicted the man sat down draped his Mac over my knee, while undid the clasp of my trouser waist and slowly lowered my trousers zip. The Man just smiled at me, he was about 50 years of age, balding head, he wore the typical dress code of his age a shirt, a tie, a suit, and of course he carried a beige coloured Macintosh. Then came the commencement of his action, I felt his hand on my knee, massaging it gently, these men were always careful not to be to rough with panty boys, because I didn’t object he continued to manoeuvre his hand from my knee until he reached my groin, within seconds I could the man’s face light up when he realised I’d prepared my crotch area for his easy access. Eventually when the man placed his hand between my legs I immediately open them allowing his entry to my panty covered cock, I heard a grating sigh from the man’s voice, an indication he was thrilled and delighted he didn’t have work persuade me to help to help satisfy his lust. To aid the man I lifted myself up a little so that I could lower trousers to rest on my knees, giving the man my permission to fondle me in my skimpy knickers. I enjoyed the physical attention the old man paid to my panty covered cock, the man then whispered in my ear “why don’t you go to the Cinema toilets where Daddy can play with his girlie boy, with an invitation such as that how could a sissy boy refuse. I pulled my trouser up and adjust myself the old man removed his Mac from my knees and left to go directly to the toilet, I followed five minute later, the toilet was located at rear of the cinema, once you opened the toilet door there were steps leading down to the toilet below, the lighting was dim but adequate enough to see, when I arrived at the lower toilet level the old man was patiently waiting for me, I hardly had time to step onto the floor when the man was undoing my trouser belt, which resulted in my trousers falling around down my ankles, the man told me to step out of them an d removed my shirt and school tie, at this point I was not worried about anyone catching me stripped down to my panties, I folded my clothes neatly in a pile as sissy boys usually do I was summoned by the old man to one of the larger toilets cubicle, I picked my clothes and followed him, one inside the man closed the door and locked it. I placed my neatly pile of clothes on the toilet cistern, the old man undid his belt then dropped his trousers and underwear to his ankle then sat down on the toilet seat and began to fondle my panty covered cock, he commented that sissy boys should always please their daddies, I answered I’d like to be daddy’s then he kissed my panty covered crotch, “Now little girlie boy, Daddy wants you to play with his big cock”, said the old man, I naturally answered nervously “Oh Yes please” , so we switched around positions I sat on the toilet seat while the old man stood up, I was instructed to masturbate him with great enthusiasm, which I sensed it really pleased him, then he instructed me it was time to suck his cock, I opened my mouth for him to place his cock inside, thank goodness it was only half hard. My mouth seem to push back his foreskin naturally so my tongue could relish the head of his cock, although I hadn’t sucked a man’s cock before, my instincts led to me to savour the man’s penis quite naturally. I must have sucked the man’s cock for at least 20 minutes, when I sensed his cock was ready to ejaculate, I released my mouth from his cock, the man instructed me to stand up and bend over so I placed my hands on the toilet cistern and arched my bottom, the man pulled my panties over my bottom resting them below my ass cheeks then he injected his cum load between the cheeks of my behind, he must have been really frustrated because the spunk not only saturated the entrance of my anus but also the gusset of my panties. I was pleased he didn’t rush away; he continued our sexual liaison by finger fucking my boy cunt with his ejaculated sperm. While my boy pussy was enjoying the attention, my moans of pleasure were a bit loud, then I suddenly I heard movements in the toilet, I whispered to the man who was finger fucking me, did he think the man heard us, “No” said the man fingering my boy pussy, its my mate who I was sitting next to until you arrived, he’s waiting outside hoping you’ll let him fuck you, he loves fucking boy’s tight pussy holes. Without asking or waiting for my approval the older man quickly opened the toilet cubicle door and left leaving the cubicle revealing my nakedness except for my skimpy cum soaked panties resting below my asshole, there standing at the door with his rock hard cock in his hand was a rough looking 40 year old dressed in ragged clothes, I was poised in the same position with my two hands on the toilet cistern and my ass arched, my boy pussy was dripping with man‘s spunk, the man entered the cubicle he didn’t close the door, he dropped his oil stained jeans and his grey grubby briefs down to his ankles, he wasted no time in positioning his cock at the entrance of my asshole, then without warning or consideration for my tight anus he thrusted his cock inside me, the pain as excruciating I screamed out in agony, but in spite of my pleas the man took no heed, I noticed the other man had stayed and standing by the exit door keeping watch in case anyone else wanted a visit to the toilet, although my boy cunt was enduring the insertion of such a large cock which caused me immense pain the other side of me took pleasure that a man wanted to breed me. Whether or not the man’s time was limited, he was an aggressive fuck, eventually my fuck hole did respond to the man’s rampant gyration his cock thrusts where fast and furious when he released his cock he’d plunge it back inside me, he grabbed my tights and forcibly pulled my cock filled cunt onto his cock. My love tunnel was in real pain and I was in some discomfort but my cunt was in total control of this man, I turned my thoughts into a positive mode by trying to gain gratification in the thought that I was pleasing a sexually frustrated older man, then I heard voices which sounded like the man who finger fucked me and the older man who’d taken the ticket money, then suddenly the man fucking me was on his vinegar stroke his cock was driving deeper inside me. With my cries of pain and the man shouts of ecstasy was a cacophony of sexual composition. Though I was pleased the man didn’t release his cock from my cunt after it gone flaccid, he stayed inside me for at least 5 minutes. Eventually the man pulled his flaccid from my cum filled cunt then quickly turned around to face the old cashier who was kneeling down ready to lick the droplets of sperm off his cock, I was a bit relieved that I could stand up, then after about 5 minutes the man kneeling down finished licking all the sperm off man’s cock then he begged me to let him lick the spunk from my cum filled anus, I bent forward to allow the man’s tongue to penetrate my open asshole. The two men used the emergency exit door of the Cinema to leave, the Casher waited for me to dress quickly, luckily I’d brought a spare pair of pink nylon laced panties in my school blazer pocket, otherwise I’d have to have worn my cum soaked knickers. The cashier was a nice man he thanked me for allowing him to tongue my boy pussy then offered me free admittance next time. He mentioned I was the fourth schoolboy who visited the Cinema recently, with the Cinema being closed until the evening performance I was disappointed because I was as still feeing horny, then I remembered there was a public toilet at the top end of town, with my boy pussy still hungry for more cock and my sexual libido not satisfied I was going to try my luck. The old Cashier opened the side emergency door which led into a narrow alleyway, I made my way to top end of town to the public toilet it was an old Victorian in design with huge china urinals, the copper water pipes gleaming from regular cleaning, the speckled marble floor had developed cracks over the years. As you entered the public toilet there was a mahogany booth on the right hand side with a small window which was the toilet attendant type of office. He was another elderly gentleman; he didn’t look too bright, as I approached the urinal there was a well dressed man standing in front of one of the urinals, I knew he was looking for some cock by the time he stayed at the urinal, he stood back from the urinal with enough of a view for me to have a glimpse at him stroking his half hard cock, he looked at me and smiled, I undid my school trousers and unzipped my fly the opened my blazer and lifted up my shirt to expose my panties, the man beckoned me to join in the toilet cubicle, these old cubicles had no opening under the partition they were solid wood built, I said I’d love but what about the toilet attendant, the man assured me he given him a few cock magazines, he knew the score and would keep an eye in case any Police etc were around. Similar to my last cock encounter I stripped down to my panties and placed them neatly on the toilet cistern, the nicely dressed man undid his belt and dropped his trousers and classic black and white briefs to rest around his ankles then sat on the toilet seat with massive erection, I was so fucking horny and took my knickers off and immediately manoeuvred myself to face him and sit on his lap and guide his cock inside me, my boy cunt was wife open after the last cock session. The man undid his shirt and took his tie off so our bodies could rub against each other, he then French kissed me with such lustful passion I nearly came, and sat on his cock for about 10 minutes, then he said it was time for him to fuck the ass off me, we stood up, I knew the drill by now I bent forward and arched my bottom and he levelled my bottom with his cock so he could gyrate easily, but as well as fucking he masturbated me at the same time, the man’s cock thrust were quite vigorous and within 5 minutes he ejaculate d his hot spunk inside my aching pussy, but thankfully he continued to masturbate me until I had expostulate my sperm. I was surprised the man took his time to get dressed when we were both fully attired the man unlocked the toilet door and checked the coast was clear, he winked at the toilet attendant as we left, the man insisted we meet again it’s not often he has the opportunity to fuck such a young ass. I gave the man my address and agreed he’d use cryptic messages. I met the man a couple of times after our first cock session, it turned out his daughter was in my class in school, he use to give me some of her short skirts and a selection of frilly panties and knickers she’d never worn |
Sex Sleuth Adventures Chapter One Hey Readers. My name for all intensive purposes is Foxy (just don't ask for my real name ...not gonna happen ). I am a 20 year old female with long brown hair and hazel eyes. Who has had very good experiences i would like to share with you. Firstly let me tell u about Jeremy. Jeremy was at the time 25 and I was 18. Now I know it was so wrong but I was mature for my age. Jeremy had short brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes. His girlfriends brother was my sisters friend. I would go with her to his house and Jeremy would be there. Even at my age i knew that it was wrong trying to steal him away from his girlfriend. I also knew that what i was feeling was strong. I figured he wouldn't want anything to do with me...that was until the night i snuck out. 10 Pm My hands shook as i walked towards his house. He had asked me to sneak out. I would do anything for him. I was scared though my heart was beating against my chest. What was i doing? I didn't even remember why i was going to his house. I almost turned around but then i heard his voice. "Hey, thought you chickened out" he chuckled. "Nope" i giggled nervously. "Good" he smiled hugging me. I hugged him back and blushed. I was just here to hangout maybe play some video games. Or better yet be a rebelious girl. Either of wich appealed to me. "Well come on" he laughed grabbing my hand. I hoped he didn't see me blushing. He led me to some chairs he had put out facing away from the house. "What are we doing, Jeremy?" I sighed. "Whatever you want to do?" He said touching my cheek. Suddenly i felt a wave of heat rising from my toes. I sat there for a bit thinking."um...I've never tried giving a guy a bj" I couldn't stop myself from saying it. He chuckled and looked at me. "Oh really?" He said with a grin. "Well come here." I blushed and got on my knees. He unzipped his pants to reval his half erect cock. I looked at him and back to his cock. "Do you know what to do?" He smiled. I nodded and licked the tip of his cock. He moaned softly. I licked down the shaft towards his balls. I placed my hand on the shaft as i wrapped my mouth around the tip. My tongue moving around as i moved lower. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" He said seeming to be impressed. I responded by sucking more of his cock. I could feel his cock getting harder. I went faster as he grabbed my hair and pulled me off. At first i looked at him strangely. "Here stand up"He said motioning me to get up. I stood up as he did. He put his hands on my hips. Slowly his hands slid down into my pants. He slowly rubbed my clit. I bit my lip as he slowly started rubbing faster. "Mmm" i said moaning softly. My heart pounding faster. I didn't care if he had a girlfriend. He stuck a finger inside my pussy as he kissed my neck. I moaned as he fingered my pussy faster. "Your pussy is so tight and wet" he whispered in my ear. He then gently bit ny earlobe. "Can i try something?" I nodded as he sat me down on the chair and pulled my pants down. Before i could say anything he had my legs open and was licking my clit. I moaned softly. His tounge felt so good. I arched my back as he slid his tongue in my tight pussy. I shook with pleasure. I moaned louder as he went faster. I was gonna cum and he knew it. He kept going faster and harder. He twisted his tongue in a circular motion as i could feel myself starting to cum. I moaned as he kept going as i came he stopped and stood up. He stuck his cock in my face so i opened my mouth.He slid his cock in slowly. I looked up to him as he slowly trusted his cock deeper. "Mmm, your good at this" he said progressively he got faster and deeper in my mouth. I started rubbing my clit as he started fucking my face faster. He moaned louder with each passing moment. Untill i felt him cum in my mouth. I swallowed all of it as he pulled out. "I can't believe you haven't done that before."He chuckled. He kissed my forehead and then sat in the chair next to me. "Well i haven't" i giggled. It was true at the time i was still a virgin. I couldn't believe that he wanted to do this with me. Then i remembered his girlfriend. "What about your girlfriend?" "What about her?" He grinned. "Are you going to tell her?" I grinned. "I won't tell her. it's just between me and you" "Ok" i smiled and looked at him. "Is this going to be a regular thing" "Sure" he chuckled with a yawn. I yawned and streched out my arms. "You should probably get home." He said out of breath. I nodded and pulled my pants up. "See you later" i said with a wave. And headed home. "Wait" he said spinning me around. "What?" i said as he leaned in and kissed me. "That's all I wanted to do" he giggled. ... That's chapter one hope you all enjoyed. Leave a comment if you want more. Message me if you have any questions. The more comments i get the better. I will try to post more as.soon as i can. Next chapter will be my "losing my full virginity" story. I think you guys would like it. ;) Thanks ~SexSluth23 |
Thursday: "Thank you staff and students all for assembling on such a short notice." Said my school principal, Mr. Jones. "I know this unexpected assembly is cutting into your time, so I'll make it quick.". Mr. Jones called for an assembly just a minute ago. Nobody in my class, nor me, knows what it is about. It wasn't planned is all we know. Who am I? My name is Ian, and I am a senior in Stanapolis High School. I'm average height, blond hair, green eyes, and I don't do any sports, They just never interest me. Instead I invest lots of my time in computers. I've learned to hack into other computers with my spare time since I have literally nothing else to do with my time. I don't have friends, I don't do chores, and I certainly don't have a girlfriend. Poor me, pity party. Boo hoo. That's enough about me though. "Recently it has come to my attention that students are still using their cellphones outside of class during school." Mr. Jones said, "Your fellow students are continuing to use their cellphones dispite our warnings. So now I must enforce a new one." Yeah, my school is one of those "We hate technology, if we find you using it we will kill you" kind of schools. Anyone caught using their cell phones gets them taken away for the entire year. This doesn't stop anyone though. A good 50% of my grade alone still uses their cell phones in the hallways. Nobody tries to use it in the classroom though. The teachers watch over you like a hawk. "From now on, any student caught using their phone will have it destroyed." Said Mr. Jones. Every student in the assembly room gasped. Have them destroyed? Is that even legal? Nobody thought that this assembly was about the phones, much less about upgrading the punishment for using them. "Boo!" The popular girls group, which consists of McKenna, Grayson, Samantha, Maia, Grace, Abby, and Sophia, hollered. Sophia is the most popular girl in the entire school. She uses her phone every chance she can. She has long blond hair, blue eyes, the perfect size of breasts, and possibly the biggest ass in the grade. She always has on dresses that reveal so much skin and cleavage it's a wonder they don't break the school dress code. Every guy wants her. She unfortunately has a boyfriend, a guy named, Zack, who I honestly have no clue about. Anytime she dumps a boyfriend, she has a new one right away. Zack I think is her longest relationship. She has been with him for almost 2 years. Their outburst caused the rest of the students, another 193, (We are a very small school), to also chant things like "Boo!" or "You can't do this!!" or even "This won't stop us!". Of course the teachers, who are pretty much the principals slaves, told us all to shut up. "This new policy will begin on Monday." Mr. Jones said. And with that, he walked away towards his office, and my math teacher, Mrs. Malone, started leading my class back to her classroom. The rest of the day I couldn't stop thinking about the announcement. I'm sure nobody else could either. This was by far the harshest the school has gone to make sure we wouldn't use technology. Somehow it even beats placing a camera in every classroom and corner of the school. After a couple extremely slow hours, I arrived at my last class of the day. Art class. The class everyone uses as a space filler. However, my art class is special. I have Sophia and her best friend, McKenna, in class with me. McKenna is pretty much Sophia but brown hair, bigger tits, and a smaller ass. For some reason our teacher, Ms. Kahl, also lets 2 people use the bathroom at the same time. This allows you and your friend to just escape to the bathroom and talk for 10 minutes. Of course, being me, I don't have any so I never will get to take advantage of this. During art class, I got a nice view of Sophia. She likes to show off her body almost as much as she likes to use her phone. Occasionally when walking to another class she would play with her hair, sway her ass from side to side, adjust her dress so you can see more of her bra, and even when talking to boys she will lean towards you in a way that puts you in perfect position to stare down her shirt. Today, she did something new. She sat in front of the class so everyone can see her, and pulled down her jeans while sitting so you could see a massive chunk of her bare ass. I don't know how she gets away with this, but I'm glad she does. She is such a slut. And I'm a virgin. Friday: When I first arrived at school today, mad gossip was flying around the school. There is always gossip, but nothing compared to today. Apparently Sophia has always been a Virgin, but last night she lost it. She officially "did it" with someone. And it wasn't her boyfriend. They had a nasty breakup later that day. Sophia denied the rumors, Zack didn't believe her, and considering the entire school claimed it was true, it was hard to deny it without good proof. Proof Sophia didn't have. So they broke up. Lots of shouting, lots of screaming. It occurred in the middle of History class, and of course the teacher didn't want to deal with the drama, so they were both sent down to the Library to write a 2 page essay on how not to disturb the classroom. This gave me an idea. A very risky one. Recently I have been trying to learn how to hack into security cameras. It was going alright, I could do it with a few hours of work, but couldn't cover my tracks just yet. So here is is my plan. 1. Over the weekend, I would perfect my camera hacking skills. 2. On Monday night, I would hack into the schools cameras and search though them. 3. If I find Sophia using her phone, I will save the video to my computer. 4. I would cut out the time Sophia is using her phone from the school camera to prevent the school from finding out. 5. The next day, I would blackmail her. I would not hand over the footage if she does not have sex with me. 6. Happy days, So yeah, that's the plan. Monday: Morning Announcements: "This is your principal speaking, welcome back to school! This is yet another addition of Stanapolis High School announcements! Today's reminders are: The new cell phone policy is going into effect right now! The juniors have a field trip to Cyan Park next Wednesday! Be sure to pick up your school newsletter at the front desk for a visual copy of this weeks announcements!" Blah blah blah, nobody cares. For those of you who want to know my schedule, here it is: Language Arts (Important People: Grace) Spanish: (Important People: Maia) Study Hall: (Important People: Samantha & Abby) Lunch Math: (Important People: Zack) Science: (Important People: Grayson) Art: (Important People: Sophia & McKenna) Yeah, I'm lucky enough to have all the popular girls in class with me. Makes me very horny though. Sometimes I have to jack off in the bathroom in the middle of class or else I can't focus for the life of me. In Spanish, rumors started up again. Apparently Sophia found a new boyfriend. It is unconfirmed if it is the same guy she fucked a few days ago. I would also like to note that my school has a sort of unofficial news team that gathers up all the news of the week and publishes it on Fridays. They also do a fair bit of digging themselves, so if they have something to say you know it's true. Nobody knows who the people are that write the report, but we do know that if a teacher sees you with a paper from them, you get sent directly to the office. Directly to the office, you don't pass go or collect $200. My school hates everything. Later that day, some kid got their phone taken away. He was dumb enough to use it during class, Science of all things. This sparked a petition to stop the destruction of the kids phone. It is titled #PhoneLivesMatter. No Suprise, everyone in the class, including myself, signed it. Monday Night: I just finished hacking into the schools cameras. Or more precisely, the computer that manages them, I can now view all cameras at once without having to switch between them and hack into every single one. There are 13 alone in the 12 grade hall. It's time to get to work. I rewinded the videos way back to 8:30am. The time when the announcements came on. School has official started. If I catch Sophia on her phone after this point, it's a win for me! Now it's time to watch over 7 hours of footage. "This is your principal speaking, welcome back to school! This is yet another addition of Stanapolis High School announcements! Today's reminders are: The new cell phone policy is going into effect right now! The juniors have a field trip to Cyan Park next Wednesday! Be sure to pick up your school newsletter at the front desk for a visual copy of this weeks announcements!" "I can't believe they broke up" "Yeah. I wonder who smashed Sophia. I would love to have been them!" "We don't even know if it's true though!" "I'd rather smash McKenna, have you seen those tits?" "Ugh Spanish sucks, why do we even need to learn Spanish?" "I dunno, maybe because 20% of Americans speak it?" "Shut up smart ass, nobody likes you!" "Kill yourself." "Study hall is useless." "Yeah, having it 3rd hour makes no sense." "Man I'm already hungry." "Oh hooray lunch! Time to use our phones!" "I hear some kid lost their phone today already!" "Haha." BINGO. Boom. I caught her. 11:45am. Right in the middle of the hallway. Surrounded by her friends. Clever. That way nobody can see her. Accept the people who, you know, are viewing the cameras. I can't believe my luck. I downloaded the footage to my computer, as well as my phone. Checkmate Sophia. Or is or check? I dunno only nerds play chess. Tuesday: I was so exited to start the blackmail. Every class passed as a blur. I could only think about Art class. When art class began, I sat down at my seat. Sophia was wearing a hot black dress today, it was one of those that have no coverage above the breasts. Shs wasn't even wearing a bra that goes over the shoulders, or maybe even none at all. She and McKenna always use the bathroom together around half way in the class, though they ask 5 minutes apart to decrease suspicion. So I waited. Eventually, Sophia asked to use the bathroom. Our treacher, Mr. Gear, accepted her request and she was on her way. A minute later, I asked to use the bathroom. You should have saw the look on McKenna's face. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Kind of look. I took the second hall pass, and off I was. I made it to the bathrooms. I scanned both ends of the hall. Nobody was in sight. Coast is clear. I entered the girls bathroom. Nobody accept Sophia was in there, and she was in a stall. Thank god. I stood there, phone in hand, waiting for her to come out of the stall. The bathroom was nothing special by the way, just a normal school bathroom. "Who the fuck are you and why are you in the girls bathroom?" Sophia pretty much screamed as she exited the stall. "Hush, I have something to show you." I said. "Show me? I'd rather not look. Get our of here, you creep!" She said. "No. Not until you look at what I have to show you." I said. "If you won't leave, I guess I will!" Sophia said, and she made her way to the exit. "Hell no." I said, and I pushed her away from the exit. We then got into a full fight. Well it wasn't much of one since she was in a dress, and I wasn't. She tried to push me back, but I dodged and shoved her back. Harder this time. She stumbled and almost tripped on her own dress. I then pushed her again and forced her against a wall. "You listen to me." I said. "I've got something to show you." "Get off me you cre-" Sophia began. I pushed down her dress mid sentence. Just enough to expose her wonderful breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra after all. "How dare you! Let me go at once!" She said, "Not until you let me show you what I need to show you." I said. I just realized that my cock was rock hard and the way I was pinning her down, it was brushing very close to her vagina. She struggled a little bit more. Trying to break free. She was winning, slightly. I decided to fix that, I pushed her dress down more. A good chunk of her belly was now exposed. The dress was in danger of falling off comepletly. Her struggling only made it worse, Sophia realized this and stopped. "Ugh, fine! Show me!" She said. "I'm gonna have to let go of you to show you the video. If you dare try and run I'll take all of your dress off and get what I want from you now." I said. "Get what you want from me? Whatever. I'll behave," she said. I reluctantly let her go and grabbed my phone, which I had to set on the sink. I unlocked it and loaded up the video. "Come over here!" I said. She walked over and stood next me. I played the video. It showed her and a few other of her popular friends, McKenna, Abby, and Maia, using their phone is the middle of the hallway. "This was taken with a school camera just yesterday, 11:45am to be exact." I said. "Wait! You're not going to turn this into the school are you?" Sophia said. She looked panicked. I think she realized what kind of situation she wa in. Her phone was her life and I ultimately decided if she gets to keep it. "I don't think so." I said smugly. "What kind of answer is that?" She exclaimed. "I won't give the video to the school under a few conditions." I said. "What conditions? Please name them! I can't bear to have my phone taken away forever!" She said. "One, You don't tell anyone about what happened here today. Two, you let me fuck you. Three, you don't tell anybody about us fucking." I said. "What! You want me to fuck you? Hell no!" She said. Sophia made a run for the door. I was expecting that. I tripped her. Hard. One of her high heels when flying across the room asshe fell to the ground. Her dress also slid further off of her to the point where if she stood up completely it would fall off, and she would have to spend several seconds fixing it. Second she didn't have. Her phone also fell out of her dress pocket, which I didn't even know was a thing, and skid across the floor a good several feet away. "If you don't comply with my conditions, I will release the tape to the school. Not only will you lose your phone, but your friends will lose theirs too. Could you live with that? It being your fault that not only you lost your phone, but your friends too?" I said. I knew I had her now. "Ugh. How do I know the school doesn't have the tape already? It was their camera after all!" Sophia said, still on the ground. "I deleted it. Your just gonna have to trust me, it's either the school might have it or it will have it, take your pick." I said. She sat there on the ground. Weighing her options. Do I lose my phone or do I fuck this guy? "Fine. I accept your terms. When and where do we meet?" She asked. "Friday night at your place. Make it work. You give me a time on Thursday." I said. Everyone including myself knew where she lived. She doesn't exactly keep it a secret. "Very well." She nodded. And with that, she got up. Her dress fell down to her ankles. She then turned her back on me, blushing, as she redressed herself. She of course was not wearing any panties either. However, before she was able to start redressing, I snapped a picture of her naked body. Once she finished getting dressed, she grabbed her phone, put it wherever that pocket was, and just when she was about to leave she turned to me. "What's you name? I don't think we have, well, properly met." She said and blushed again. "Ian." I said. "See you later, Ian." Sophia said in a somewhat sexy voice. The she turned and left. Thursday, after school: "11:30pm" She said at last. We were in the hallway, walking toward Art class. "That late?" I said, sort of whining, "Well if we get caught, it's a loss for both of us, eh?" Sophia said, and winked. She then flipped her hair and walked into the classroom. Friday Night: I decided to walk to her house, it was a good 15 miles away, I didn't wanna ask my mom to drive me, didn't want her to be suspicious. You know how much fun it was walking 15 miles in the darkness? Anyway, I arrived at her property. Our town was pretty much in the middle of Nowhere, so we all owned farms. She has a beautyful mansion that had a path leading to it that I swear was as long as the walk here. Acres and acres of land surrounded it, some of it farmland, others just open field. She was waiting at the start of the path, just a few feet away from me, on her phone as usual. I noticed there was a slight breeze. Her hair was blowing, and she was only wearing a blink sports bra and panties. It was a fair bit cold out too, but she wasn't shivering. She looked up, saw me, and smiles. "You decided to walk? She asked. "Couldn't risk my parents finding out about anything." I answered. "Brave of you. These streets are dangerous." She complemented. I smiled. "Nice outfit." "Let's go inside so I can take it off!" Sophia answered, smiled back, and started leading me toward her house. "We have to be real quite." She said. "My parents are sleeping. However, once we make it to the basement we can be as loud as we want." So she lead me though her house, quite as a mouse. We eventually came across a door conveniently labeled "Basement." "After you." She said, using her hand to point me. I walked in, there were twelve steps down. I started descending and heard the door close behind me. Sophia was there, also walking down the stairs. I reached the bottom. There were candles lighting the room everywhere, a brown hardwood floor. A single queen sized bed in the center. This place was designed to look old fashioned and breathtaking,and it nailed bo categories. "Quick question." I said, turning to her. "You seem so exited, what made you change your mind?" "I want you to have the best experience. The last thing I want is for you to be unsatsified." She answered. "Now get on that bed." I complied, I walked over to the bed and sat down in the middle of it. It was sooo soft I felt like I could sink into it and sleep forever. Sophia walked over and crawls over to me. She then took off her bra. I saw that her panties were also already off. Her boobs were perfectly round, and the nipples were hard already. "Wow." I said, not sure what else to say. "You like what you see?" She asked, grinning. "Yeah. I do. Can I see that ass of yours too?" I asked. She turned around on all fours, exposing her massive, but perfectly round ass to me. "Now you undress." She said. Without hesitation, I yanked off my shirt and tossed it to the side. I then pulled off my socks and threw them after my shirt. Then I dragged off my pants and underwear all at once, and threw it off the bed too. I was now completly naked infront of Sophie, the hottest girl in my school. She climbed on top of me and started French kissing me. I kissed her back. Her mouth was warm and soft. She then wrapped her arms around me and pushed me down. She fell onto me, still holding the kiss, and then released it. We stared are each other for a brief moment, then fully made out. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed. Her hair covered my head. All I could think about was her. I was truly happy. So was my cock. It was rock hard and a good 6.5 inches. She then let go of me and reached for something I couldn't see. It was a box of condoms. "We won't be using those." I said. She looked concerned for a moment, but then put the box down and kissed me again. Next thing I knew, I felt something extremely wet and soft rubbing against my dick. I looked down, it was her pussy. She continued to rub it against my cock for anther 5 minutes, making sue she was ready to take me in her. "I'm ready." She said at last. "Me too." I said, And with that, she stopped the rubbing and moved into a sitting postition. Then she pushed down on my cock. We both gasped. It felt incredible. I was inside a woman for the first time. Sophia in fact. She then began to ride me, I don't know how she managed to take my sick in so well, considering it was her second time. Well, let's hope it was, She bounces up and down on my manhood, both of as gasping and moaning together. Her tits bounced with her, and I quickly grabbed them tightly, This caused her to moan so loud, I thought it might wake up her parents. She continued to ride me for several long minutes, each bounce pleasuring my dick beyond belief. Then, Sophia had an orgasm. Her pussy seemed to pulse, it quickly increased pressure and released it several times, she moaned even louder this time, and her pussy juices sprayed everywhere. I almost came myself. Inside her right then and there. But I held on, wanting this to last as long a possible. She sort of half lowered had collapsed off me and onto the bed. We lay like that, speechless, breathless, for a good 2 minutes. "That was great! What's next?" She asked eagerly. "I want to fuck you in the ass!" I said. Sophia got up and grabbed a bottle of lube. She smeared some all over my dick, and loads on her ass. She then got up on all fours, with me on me knees behind her, her ass inches below my dick. "Please be careful! I've never done this before!" She said. I slowly pushed my cock inside her. Her ass was sooo much tighter than her pussy, but not as wet. After a minute I got my manhood fully inside her. I sat there for a minute letting her get used to my cock. Then I began thrusting into her. Hard and fast. I watched my cock go deeper and deeper inside Sophia's massive ass, then come out again, over and over. I looked over at her. She was grimacing, obviously in some pain but not letting it get to her. It took a fair bit longer for her to reach orgasm. I was thankful she did because I was starting to strain myself. I knew I couldn't hold off my seed for much longer. Somehow she moaned even louder than last time, and pretty much fainted when I pulled out of her. We lay there for a solid 5 minutes this time, gasping for air. "Let's do one more position." I said. "Oh my... Okay," she finally answered. I stood up and got off the bed. I pratically dragged Sophia over to the end of the bed. I stood over her and positioned her legs over my shoulders. We were gonna fuck missionary. I positioned my dick at the entrance of her pussy once more. I pushed inside her. All at once. Sophia moaned loudly. Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as I pushed in and out of her hole. She was somehow even more wet than before, I was going to climax soon. If I wasn't carful, I would cum inside her. Then I had an idea. "Sophia!" I said. "Uh... Uh.... Yeah?" She said. "What are the addresses of your popular friends." I said. "Uh... Say... Oh my fucking God... Again?" She said. She was approaching orgasm. I knew this time I would not be able to pull out in time if I did not do so now. I had no intention of doing so. "Give me the addresses of your friends right now or I'll come inside you right now!" I shouted. "Uh... No... Please.... Don't do that! The addresses... Are on that..... Table..." She screamed that last word as she orgasmsed. Her pussy clamped on my dick, pretty much begging me to cum. And so I did. I filled Sophia's womb with my seed. I had the greatest orgasm of my life. I squirted so much seed inside her I swear I filled her entire pussy up. Then a pulled out of her and crashed onto the bed next to her. "Oh fuck you filled me with your..." She said. She never finished her sentence. She passed out. I got my lazy ass up after about 10 minutes and indeed, there were addresses on a paper on the table. Each labeled with the corresponding friend. I was set for life. I now knew the locations of all the popular girls. I could blackmail each one by catching them with their phones during school. I can and will fuck every last one of them. I fetched my pants and underwear and put them on, stuffing the paper in my right pocket. I threw on my shirt. I headed toward the stairs. Stole one last look at Sophia. Her hot naked body lying on the bed, her pussy gushing with my cum, her legs relaxed at her sides, her blond hair circling her face. And she was still asleep. I snapped a photo. I walked out of her house. On Monday I will delete that video from my phone. But I will still have it saved to my computer. I am no longer a Virgin. |
When I got my first job in the tech industry it was right after the big dot com boom. The team I worked with was made up entirely of girls, most of whom were Asian. When we went out to lunch together as a team, one waiter once said I was a really lucky guy. I would say for the most part I have been pretty lucky. I wasn't like some playboy fucking all of them, but I did get to know some of them very well. One of my coworkers was a tall older Korean mother. Most the Asian girls I've known tend to be really short, so when I meet a tall one they always catch my eye. Even though she was a fair bit older than me and a mommy, we still got along really well, working together on several projects but the most physical we'd ever gotten was one of us leaning over the other shoulder to see a computer screen better. That happened a lot, but I have always been hoping for something much more. Then there was the big end-of-year company holiday party. A nice open bar meant everyone had their guard down a bit. All the girls were fun and flirty, but I spent most of the night with the Korean MILF. She was wearing a stunning pink dress with thin transparent straps on her mostly bare shoulders. It had a small V cut down the middle showing off some of her cleavage that I'd never gotten a really good look at before. It took a lot of willpower to not get caught just blatantly staring at that cleavage all night. She was really cutting loose that night because her daughter was staying with her father for the night so she could stay out as long as she wanted. I caught her on the dance floor and I wouldn't say she's a great dancer, especially in heels but her clumsy movements got her rubbing against me and even falling onto me at some point. All the girls being a little tipsy were bumping into each other a bit, but when smaller girls run into you, it's easy to not pay much attention, but when a really tall one is falling into your arms, you just have to catch her. I ended up being her designated walking assistant towards the end of the night. She was staggering around a fair bit. The company made an announcement reminding us that if we had too much to drink we could get a room at the hotel where the event was being hosted and then we could expense the cost of the room to the company. My tall staggering coworker seemed like she needed to take advantage of that offer, but she was hesitant because she'd never done the whole expensing process at work. As I'd had some experience with it from a company trip I went on, I offered to get a room and handle the expensing so she wouldn't have to. She loved that idea, so I got us a room. It was pretty late when we got to the room and we were both pretty tired. With the lights turned off, we both undressed out of our fancy clothes down to our underwear, and got into bed together without really peeking too much. And even then being mostly naked in bed together we still were talking to each other like normal about who we saw at the party and what was the best food. Eventually, she stopped responding though. I told her good night without a reply and fell asleep myself as well. In the middle of the night, I woke up with her arm and leg wrapped around me. I thought to myself, "oh okay, we're hugging now" and went ahead and put my arm around her as well. Once I was touching her bare back I couldn't help but feel up and down along her body. Instinctively she started doing the same feeling around my body with her hands. She would occasionally hug me tighter, pulling me close against her body and then releasing me so she could continue exploring my body with her fingertips. I ran my own fingers through her long dark hair and then down her back to her bra. I tugged at the back of her bra teasingly and to my surprise it came undone very easily. When she felt it come loose she gasped a bit and turned away. From behind her, I rubbed her shoulders a bit and then started reaching down the front of her more and more until I was touching the inside of her loosened bra, cupping her breasts. I gently squeezed her tits a bit and playfully rubbed her hard nipples some with my fingers. She must have enjoyed my touch because she slipped out of her bra completely and then turned around to hug me again, this time pressing her bare chest against mine. We started rubbing our bodies against each other. All of our skin sliding against each other felt incredible. I kind of awkwardly pulled her underwear down her long legs and off her feet and quickly got out of mine as well. With nothing between us anymore, I got on top of her, between her moderately spread legs. I rubbed my hard cock through her hairy pussy as we continued rubbing against each other. I reached down with my hand between her legs and felt her pussy. I slipped a finger slightly inside her a found her pussy to be extremely warm and wet. She let out a gasp when I did so. I froze for a moment. "It's okay." she finally whispered. I started moving my finger in and out of her a little and her whole body started moving. She was so sexy. I could not wait any longer. I pulled my finger out of her and grabbed my hard cock and guided it into her pussy rather forcefully. She let out a yelp as I did so, but I was so horny I pushed all the way inside her and started fucking her. More sounds came from her mouth. It was a combination of whimpers and moans. They got louder as I started fucking her harder and faster. Her hands reached around and grabbed my ass, digging her nails into each cheek as I continued moving in and out of her. After a few minutes, I felt my cum building up in my balls. I slowed down a little, enjoying the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock. I fucked her right to the edge of cumming and then held still inside her, still holding myself up over her with my face just an inch or so from hers. She suddenly moved upward and kissed me. It was a long and unbreaking kiss. After a few seconds, her tongue invaded my mouth and slid alongside my tongue which was happy to dance around with hers. As she continued kissing me, she started moving her own hips up and down, sliding my cock part way out and back in repeatedly. The feeling was amazing. I knew I couldn't hold back from cumming anymore. I started to pull away to tell her, but she grabbed the back of my head and held me close so our mouths stayed sealed together. I attempted to mumble "I'm gonna cum" directly into her mouth, but she still did not seem concerned and continued her movement. Sure enough, a moment later I moaned loudly into her mouth as gobs of my cum started erupting from my cock inside her pussy. She continued moving her hips up and down, milking every last drop of cum from me with her pussy. Finally, I collapsed next to her. We continued holding each other and stroking every part of each other's bodies for a few minutes. Then she slid under the sheets and put my wet cock in her mouth and started sucking it. It felt incredible since I had just cum and it was so sensitive at that point. After a bit it was actually feeling so strong that I couldn't take it. I pulled her back up from under the sheets. "What? Is it not good?!" she asked worriedly. I laughed a bit and told her, "It's TOO good." She giggled as well with relief. Then I disappeared under the sheets. I started moving down her body but paused at her tits and began sucking on them for a little bit. She moaned and kicked at the blankets a bit. I rubbed her wet pussy at the same time which made her grab onto the bed with both hands as she continued semi-thrashing about with her legs. I took turns sucking one nipple and then over the other, back and forth for a bit. Then I slid further down past some thick bushy hair and then tasted her pussy. It was salty and sweet and sopping wet. I could taste a bit of my own cum in her which I generally am not too fond of, but I still ate it all up. I took turns diving my tongue as deep into her as it would go and then when I pulled back gasping for air, I immediately slipped in two of my fingers. I alternated back and forth like this until she scream with pleasure and a gush of wetness filled my mouth, drowning me in her pleasure. Making her cum had turned me on so much that I was hard again. I slid back up on top of her and started fucking her a second time. She didn't cling to me like she did the first time but mostly just lay there, as though her body had been defeated. She still moaned though each time I pushed my cock into her. I held myself up with one arm and played with her boobs with my free hand. They were quite big for an Asian girl. I figured it must have been because she was a mommy. I continued fucking her like that for a few more minutes and I felt my next orgasm building inside me. When I got close to the climax, I pulled out quickly and straddled her stomach, placing my wet cock between her big boobs. I squeezed her boobs together and started fucking them. She started to ask what I was doing but before I could really reply, I suddenly groaned out loud and start shooting cum through the dark all over her neck and face. She squirmed a bit under me to attempt to dodge the streams of cum, but with me straddling on top of her, she couldn't really escape it. When I finished cumming I got up off of her and stood next to the bed. I turned on the lamp on the side of the bed and saw where my cum had landed (all over her face and neck with small drops of it on her upper chest. She had her eyes clenched shut to keep the cum from dripping into them. I apologized and grabbed a couple of towels from the bathroom. I gave one to her which she immediately used to start wiping her face off. I used the other one to help clean her up as well. Then just stood then admiring her naked body which I was now seeing more clearly for the first time. Despite her age she was fit and fairly slender without any wrinkly skin that I could notice. When she saw that I was staring, she immediately turned off the light and turned away from me. I got back in the bed behind her and spooned with her, holding her close to my body. "You're amazing," I told her. "I'm old," she countered. "You sure don't look like you're old," I argued. Then cupping her boob in my hand I continued, "And you sure don't feel like you are old." She ceased her argument, I looked at her and I thought she was smiling, but since the light had been on my eyes were still adjusting back to the dark and it was really hard to tell. I just lay there quietly with her, still riding down the euphoria from having cum a second time with her, and eventually drifted off to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, I was still spooning with her. Sunlight was starting to peek through the edges of the curtains on the windows. She moved a little bit, snuggling close to me. I think it was her movement that woke me up. My morning wood was pressed tightly against her ass. I gave a little push against her ass and it felt pretty good, not even being inside her. I started a little dry humping of her like that, getting hornier and hornier. Then I reached down and guided it into her pussy. Her pussy was still warm and a little wet but not as much as the previous night. Once inside her, I continued my humping, enjoying her pussy yet again. I looked around her long dark messy hair and her eyes were still closed. I was enjoying every bit of her pussy, pulling my cock almost completely out before pushing all the way deep inside her. Her pussy wasn't the tightest I had felt but it still felt pretty great. All the way in and all the way out was making every inch of my cock feel pleasure. One of the times I was pulling out it slipped out completely. My hands were busy playing with her tits, and my cock was so hard I tried to just push it back in without guiding it with my hand. I tried pushing in her a few times but it wasn't sliding in. So I attempted to clench, making my cock stand out a bit straighter and it felt like I had found the entrance that was wrapping around the head of my wet cock. I started pushing it in, but it felt a lot tighter as if she was clenching her pussy hard to keep me from going back in. Slow and steady I kept pushing until it was about halfway inside her, but I was a bit confused. Usually, when there's resistance, it's only as I'm first trying to push inside. Once I have the head, in the rest goes in pretty easily, but at that moment it seemed to be giving me resistance even with my cock halfway in. Also it didn't feel as wet as it did a moment ago. I let go of her boob that I had been fondling and reached down to her pussy and found that I wasn't in it! I had my cock half inside her ass instead. I look at her face again and her eyes were still closed. A million things raced through my mind. Most of my girlfriends never let me fuck their ass, so this seemed like a prime opportunity but I also didn't want to ruin this thing I had just started with her. All the while, as this debate was going on in my head, my body was instinctively pushing slowly deeper into her ass. Eventually, I decided it wasn't worth the risk of upsetting her, but it was still feeling so good and tight. Even though I wasn't moving much I felt like I was really close to cumming. So I pulled out of her ass a little, but with about half of my cock still inside her ass, I started stroking it and sure enough in less than a minute I started cumming inside her ass. Oh man, it felt so good. What a way to wake up in the morning. I slowly pulled my cock out of her butt and to my surprise there wasn't much of a mess. Just a little bit of my cum leaked out of her but she must have kept the rest inside her. I went back to spooning with her for a bit but I was too excited, I couldn't fall back asleep, so I got up. With the room brightening up more, I got another good look at her naked body. She really was sexy. I couldn't believe how lucky I had been. I used the towel from the night before to clean up some of my cum dripping out of her ass and then tucked her back in under the sheets. I went to the bathroom and took a hot shower and came back out of the bathroom expecting her to be awake, but she was still sleeping. I lay next to her and started checking messages on my phone. The room kept getting brighter. I had been awake so long I was starting to get hungry. I thought that it would make a nice surprise to order breakfast to be ready for her when she woke up but then wasn't entirely sure what she normally ate for breakfast as this was our first morning together. The naughty side of me also fantasized, what if I gave the room service guy a good look at her naked body or even better, let him fuck her. My top fetish is sharing my girls with other guys. So thinking about the room service guy earning his tip by kissing every inch of her body and servicing her pussy got me more than a little excited. All of my thinking ended up not mattering because there was suddenly a loud knock on the door. It was housekeeping. It turned out that checkout was at 11 am and it was 11:43 am. I talked to the cleaning ladies through the door and told them we'd be out as soon as we could. My coworker was finally awake with all the noise and scrambling to get dressed when I turned around. She already had her underwear on and was trying to get her bra on. I went over and helped her out with her bra and started getting dressed too. "Good morning." I hurriedly told her. "Uh yeah, good morning," she replied while trying to get her dress on as she disappeared into the bathroom. We did get out of the room not that much later and went to a restaurant at the hotel for breakfast. She kept apologizing that when she drinks she tends to oversleep the next day. I told her it was perfectly alright and that I had a great time with her. We ate breakfast kind of quickly without saying much of anything to each other. Then she broke the silence. "How was it?" she asked. "I wish there was more cheese in the eggs and I tend to prefer sausage patties over the sausage links they served but overall it was pretty tasty. The orange juice was definitely the best part." I delivered as a mini-review of breakfast. "No, I meant, last night. How was it?" she clarified shyly. I felt a wave of embarrassment sweep over my face. "OH! How was that! Well, that was simply amazing!" I exclaimed and I reached across the table and held her hand for the first time in public. She looked at our hands with a smile and visible excitement on her face. "I'm glad." she managed to say in return. We made idle small talk for a bit after that. I did confess that I had a concern about the first time we did it when I finished inside her. She told me not to worry and explained that she had no longer been getting her period anymore and could no longer get pregnant. So I could cum inside her as much as I wanted without worry. She saw me get very happy with that news and then clarified just not right at that moment because she had to go pick up her daughter from her ex-husband's house. Later on, I found out she hadn't really dated much since her divorce. The next week, she started inviting me to spend the night at her place. I was happy that we ended up not being just a one-night stand. She had lots of sexy lingerie and silky nightgowns that she loved teasing me with. We quickly learned what kinds of things we could do to turn each other on. It was also kind of kinky making her moan every night knowing that her teen daughter could hear from across the hall. But that's another story. |
At long last, it was about to happen. What I've always dreamed and longed for: to be dressed and made up as a woman and to have male-female sexual intercourse with a man! My friend is James Worth. James is a handsome, virile man who has confided in about me his bisexuality. And I have likewise confided in James about my feminine, bisexual orientation. We are a perfect match, for James has always wanted as a lover a man who pretends to be a woman. James told me that he often fantasizes while having sexual intercourse with his wife that she is actually a male transvestite. He told me that he always becomes more sexually excited when thinking that his penis is thrusting inside his sensual shemale lover's surrogate vagina. James believes that a true transvestite is more alluring and feminine than most genetic women, because the transvestite acts more feminine and is more hungry to feel and experience the thrill and joy of the hard cock than most genetic women. James is making foreplay love to me on the couch. He has taken off my skirt and unbuttoned my blouse. I am still wearing my padded long-line bra, waist cincher, garter belt, sheer nylon stockings, spiked open-heel shoes, panties and my black, sexy and very lacy full slip. My face is made up and my shoulder-length wig is carefully combed. My chest and legs have been carefully shaved to remove all traces of unwanted hair. I am wearing a pearl necklace and alluring dangling earrings. James is holding me in his arms and deep-mouth French kissing me as his hands fondle my thighs, legs, and buttocks. My little cock is flat up against my tummy, constrained by my waist cincher and confined by my women's panties. Tonight, this little hard cock of mine is to my clitoris. James has told me this about my clitoris many times in preparation for our sexual union. James is truly in-charge. He has made this obvious, just as he has told me how desirable I am to him. He looks intently into my eyes and, while he kneads my panty-clad buttocks, he says, "Brenda, darling. Your eyes are so beautiful. I can see through them all the way to your vagina!" As he said this his finger pressed into the silk of my panties, finding its way between my asscheeks. James was now gently finger-fucking my surrogate vagina. I looked him in the eyes and said, "Oh, James , I need you so, I want to feel you inside me!" He got up from the couch and took my hand. He led me to the bedroom and instructed me to get in bed. He placed a pillow under my buttocks to prop me up. He then took off my panties, but left them dangling over my left ankle. . His eight-inch cock was rigid and so handsome. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I was so excited knowing that his cock was hard for me! He knelt on his knees on the bed, facing me. He told me to place my legs over his shoulders. Time seemed to slow. The events were now in slow motion. My world was focused on the view of my heaving bra cups constrained by my bra and slip. My slip was pulled up above my waist. My "clitoris" was sticking straight up in the air. Just below my clitoris was James' rigid cock. He applied K-Y jelly to his large tool, and then he worked some of the lubricant into my rosebud. I cried out, "Do me! Please take me" He replied, "Yes Brenda. I need you so badly." With this, I could see and feel his hard cock slowly ease inside of me, until his chest was close enough that I could touch and rub him. The view of my nylon legs astride his broad shoulders, my body attired in women's intimate undergarments. The incongruity of the unmistakable presence of a small but very hard penis protruding from the "woman's" groin, in what otherwise appears to be a completely heterosexual couple beginning coitus. Now James is momentarily still. I can feel his hardness deep inside me. I feel so feminine and desired. My sexual feelings are more intense than they ever before. I can't imagine why I would ever want to be with a woman when I can be a woman in this way! And, I'm not a lesbian; but a fully heterosexual woman! Now, James begins to slowly thrust inside me. My surrogate vagina clings tightly to his penis. I can feel every delicious inch of his mantool. As he slides in and out, my mind's eye tracks the motion of his cockhead inside me. I know that the stimulation of his cockhead against the tight confines of my surrogate vagina must be giving him immense pleasure. I hope his the pleasure he is feeling is as intense as the pleasure he is now giving me. I am now fully adjusted to his cock, and he is able to thrust inside me with ease. I want him, oh I want to feel his semen. I cry out, " James! fuck me faster! Do me! Do me! Please don't stop!" With this, my lover begins to fuck me faster. I can now hear the bed springs squeaking. Wow! My small cock flops about as my body takes the now-jack hammer drives of my lover. I grab my flopping sissy stick and begin to jack off as I take my lover's profound sexual thrusts. Suddenly, James' face stiffens and he cries out, "Fuck! Fuck! Take my cum my sweet bitch!" My darling now gives me those last short strokes. OMG! I can feel his semen flooding deep into my bowels! I feel my own climax as my sissy stick shoots my juices onto my tummy and onto his groin. I cry out, "I'm a fulfilled woman!" I can't comprehend why I had waited so long to discover this pleasure. |
Ok guys. My name is Alex. I have a confession to make. A pretty big one at that. I am 21 years old, and I am a sex addict. I’m not just a sex addict though. I’m a sex addict who can’t stop being enabled by those around him. I shoot loads of cum into my mom’s mouth nearly every night before bed. When I get home every day, my neighbor Victoria is waiting for me to drop by and fuck her silly. My best friend’s mom comes after me nearly every chance she gets. My girlfriend and fuck buddy is pregnant right now. It all feels like my life is spiraling out of control, and that my drive for sex is taking over every aspect of my life. So here it is. My diary chronicling my life as a sex addict. This is my story. How did it all start? I was 18 at the time. I was still a virgin, despite my (no brag intended) pretty good looks and relative popularity in my Senior-year class. For those who don’t know me in real life, (which I hope is everyone reading this), I am 6’3”, with a thin body, arms, and legs. My face is taller, but with no blemishes whatsoever across my entire head. I got lucky there, I suppose, compared to most other teenagers. My hair is black and styled, slicked upwards, with a fade down the side. One notable thing about me is my foot size. I wear a size 14 shoe. You know, I normally don’t believe the ‘foot size’ myth, but for me, I think it applied. At this age, my cock may have been somewhere around 8-9 inches. At this time, I was living with my parents and 2 sisters. One younger by 2 years, and one older by 2, who went to college not far from where we lived. My mom is a neat-freak type, and pretty protective (or at least, used to be). My dad, needlessly to say, was a workaholic who was almost never home due to frequent travels out of state. Both of my sisters had a relatively similar personality; irritating. The only difference was one was taller than the other and had bigger tits (the older one fellas. No ideas). I was a frequent masturbator. Like, twice a day frequent. I remember my friend, Luke, telling me about the first time he blew a load, and I just had to try it myself. I liked to imagine all sorts of things while I choked my chicken. My celebrity crush, Selena Gomez, was #1 in my book. Miley Cyrus close second (if you can’t tell, I watched a lot of Disney as a kid). Then, there was my neighbor, Victoria. She must have been 20 then, in college, and living out of her dad’s house next door. Oh god, Victoria. I had many good times imagining her underneath me. Call me a creep, but I used to get so excited when she would go out on her deck and sunbathe wearing nothing but a blue bikini. Dammit, I’m getting sidetracked now. Well, the story really started on a Saturday night, when I lost my virginity. It was in April, and it was one of the few times that my entire family was away from the house. My older sister was visiting a boyfriend from out of town, and my mother had taken my younger sister to a concert (One Direction or something like that). As usual, my dad was away for business. My mother, seeing that I was 18 and legally an adult in the US, decided I was clear to stay home by myself. I was laying in bed, in my pyjamas, watching TV. It was then that the strangest thing happened. I heard a knock on my window. Not my door, window. It clearly startled me, and I jumped out of bed, thinking that it could have been anything outside. An animal, a burglar, a monster, anything. Going closer to the window, I saw it was a girl. Not just any girl though. A girl in my class, Kara. Somehow, in sandals, she was able to climb up to my window. Although I wasn’t too familiar with her at the time, I had always known her to be a gymnast. So I opened the window, and let her in. She climbed through and stood up in front of me. I was clearly confused out of my mind, however to tell the truth, it was kinda exciting. I couldn’t help but wonder what brought her there. Kara was a girl that I had relative interest in at the time. Gorgeous brown hair, medium sized tits, and ass and thighs like you’ve never seen. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I remember the exchange going something like this: “Kara, what are you doing? Why did you come in… that way?” “Well, hello Alex,” she said with a laugh, “I was just in the neighborhood, and you know… decided to drop by.” I looked at her with a brow raised. “Are… you sure?” “Ok, well, I was actually at Hannah’s party down the street. We were hanging out, talking about our crushes, and…” she sucked her teeth, “we started talking about you. And how so many of us are… into you. So I thought…” I cut her off, “you would drop by, and be the first of your friends to make a move on me?” “Yeah, something like that.” “So… do you expect me to just start making out with you right now?” I really was confused out of my mind, and part of me thought that Kara may have even been trying to hide something. Although truth be told, I was getting turned on by her even being in my bedroom. My pajama pants must have made it difficult to hide the erection I started to grow in my underwear. “Something like that actually,” she said, approaching me, placing her hand on my arm, “I… just need you Alex. I wanna fuck you,” she said bluntly. The idea of it, let alone the use of the f-word, really took me aback. I was started to stammer and back away, but part of me wanted to approach her. Again, she must have noticed my boner rising up, and giggled. “Look, your friend wants to! Come on!” I brushed her hand away, and looked at her. I wanted to do it. I really did. Then my mind was only in one place, and it was Kara. I didn’t even think about the strange circumstances surrounding our meeting. However, part of myself still needed convincing. “I guess it could be… fun,” I said, much to her excitement. “But… I need a minute to get ready,” I said, backing away to the bathroom in the hallway. I slammed the door and sat down on the toilet. God, I was freaking out so much. I had no idea what this one night would lead to, did I? I looked down at my erect cock bursting through my pajama bottoms, rising over the sink into the view of the mirror. I had maybe 2 hours until my mom and sister came back. In the end, my mind voted yes. I came back out to Kara, and to tell the truth, the rest is a major blur. I remember her practically jumping on me and tearing off my clothes like some kind of feral badger. I remember the warm feeling of her body under as I thrusted into her for the first time. My thick, meaty cock spread her pussy walls nice and wide, more than she was ever accustomed to, leaving her a red-faced, moaning mess. Each thrust made a wider line of sweat form across my brow, as my feet dug further into the mattress next to her legs. My dick felt enveloped in her wet, hot, crevice. It was a foreign feeling, yet I loved it.In those moments, my mind raced with 10,000 thoughts and twice as many voices. It all culminated when I gripped her shoulders hard, and with a twitch of my long rod, shot a heavy load of cum into her. I came 6 more times that night. We did it in a variety of positions. Kara was clearly an expert, a fact I learned as she rode me like a horse, screaming her lungs out. I must say, the whole experience somewhat boosted my ego. After nut #4, I guess I got cocky, and flipped her onto her hands and knees, thrusting into her once again from behind. I had seen doggystyle before in several porn videos, but never though I would get to try it my first ever time having sex. From the way her body bounced back against my pelvis, it seemed she enjoyed it too. I was sweaty. Tired. But I wanted more. After cumming one more time, I fell back onto my pillow and passed out. When I woke up the next morning, a beam of light was shining through my curtains onto my face. Kara was smart enough to close the window and door, and even cover me with a blanket. She was a slut alright. An experienced one with enough smarts to leave a house with no evidence besides the memories of her partner. I sat up and put some clothes on, going downstairs. My mother was making breakfast, and she turned to look at me. "Hey Alex. How was your night? I see the house is still standing, so that's good." I replied with a stroke of my hair. "Yeah... I was fine last night. I was pretty boring. I just laid in my room and watched a movie." For the rest of that day, the event of Saturday night played over and over in my mind. The clothes on the floor. Kara’s moans of pleasure. The feeling of my toes curling as I blew several wads into her. I could only ask myself one burning question, and that was if I would ever see her again (spoiler alert: I did). Despite my balls being thoroughly emptied last night, I jacked off in the shower thinking about her. Kara and I didn't act any different when we saw each other at school the next day. She remembered. I remembered. We both looked at each other and our wanton sexual acts played back in our minds. It was hard for me not to approach her and fuck her right on the desk in the History room. However, she did leave a note in my locker as I left to go home for the day, It said that she would be over at my house after school got out. I got excited as I looked at the note. Were we going to do it again? Was I really that good of a fuck so that she wanted more? I walked home and sat down in my living room after taking off my shoes and socks. Soon there was a knock on the door, and I jumped out of my chair to answer it. My cock slowly began to rise again just thinking about her. But I had to prepare for the event that she may not have wanted sex right now. I invited her in and we sat down in the living room. She seemed a little uncomfortable if anything, much to my surprise. "So Alex..." she started, "Saturday night was great... I had a lot of fun, and the other girls were really jealous," she said with a smirk, "but I'm not sure If I really want this to... go anywhere, you know?" I saw then. It was only a one-night stand for her. I should have been smarter. I played it off cool though. "Oh yeah. Of course," I said with a wave of my hand, "I understand. It was fun, but it's over. Ok." But it wasn't over. In fact, we fucked right on the leather of the couch I was sitting on, our sweat and cum leaving small wet patches all over. I came in her with several mighty thrusts, painting the insides of her cunt white. We lay there in the afterglow of our amazing sex, her body on mine, out of breath, and that was when we made our agreement. We were to be friends with benefits for the foreseeable future. We both were excited out of our wits about it. Soon however, my mother came home from work, and my sister from her sports, so Kara got dressed and left out the back door, again, my family none the wiser. I couldn't get over the fact that she wanted me to be her fuck buddy, out of everyone. And for those of you who have been paying attention, yes, Kara is the fuck buddy I mentioned at the start. Yippee. So that's how it all started. The first time I had sex, and my first girlfriend/friend with benefits. All within days of each other. Then, I had no idea how things would spiral out of control, real soon. I'll try to post updates as much as possible, when I'm not busy and Kara isn't home. |
Ok guys. My name is Alex. I have a confession to make. A pretty big one at that. I am 21 years old, and I am a sex addict. I’m not just a sex addict though. I’m a sex addict who can’t stop being enabled by those around him. I shoot loads of cum into my mom’s mouth nearly every night before bed. When I get home every day, my neighbor Victoria is waiting for me to drop by and fuck her silly. My best friend’s mom comes after me nearly every chance she gets. My girlfriend and fuck buddy is pregnant right now. It all feels like my life is spiraling out of control, and that my drive for sex is taking over every aspect of my life. So here it is. My diary chronicling my life as a sex addict. This is my story. How did it all start? I was 18 at the time. I was still a virgin, despite my (no brag intended) pretty good looks and relative popularity in my Senior-year class. For those who don’t know me in real life, (which I hope is everyone reading this), I am 6’3”, with a thin body, arms, and legs. My face is taller, but with no blemishes whatsoever across my entire head. I got lucky there, I suppose, compared to most other teenagers. My hair is black and styled, slicked upwards, with a fade down the side. One notable thing about me is my foot size. I wear a size 14 shoe. You know, I normally don’t believe the ‘foot size’ myth, but for me, I think it applied. At this age, my cock may have been somewhere around 8-9 inches. At this time, I was living with my parents and 2 sisters. One younger by 2 years, and one older by 2, who went to college not far from where we lived. My mom is a neat-freak type, and pretty protective (or at least, used to be). My dad, needlessly to say, was a workaholic who was almost never home due to frequent travels out of state. Both of my sisters had a relatively similar personality; irritating. The only difference was one was taller than the other and had bigger tits (the older one fellas. No ideas). I was a frequent masturbator. Like, twice a day frequent. I remember my friend, Luke, telling me about the first time he blew a load, and I just had to try it myself. I liked to imagine all sorts of things while I choked my chicken. My celebrity crush, Selena Gomez, was #1 in my book. Miley Cyrus close second (if you can’t tell, I watched a lot of Disney as a kid). Then, there was my neighbor, Victoria. She must have been 20 then, in college, and living out of her dad’s house next door. Oh god, Victoria. I had many good times imagining her underneath me. Call me a creep, but I used to get so excited when she would go out on her deck and sunbathe wearing nothing but a blue bikini. Dammit, I’m getting sidetracked now. Well, the story really started on a Saturday night, when I lost my virginity. It was in April, and it was one of the few times that my entire family was away from the house. My older sister was visiting a boyfriend from out of town, and my mother had taken my younger sister to a concert (One Direction or something like that). As usual, my dad was away for business. My mother, seeing that I was 18 and legally an adult in the US, decided I was clear to stay home by myself. I was laying in bed, in my pyjamas, watching TV. It was then that the strangest thing happened. I heard a knock on my window. Not my door, window. It clearly startled me, and I jumped out of bed, thinking that it could have been anything outside. An animal, a burglar, a monster, anything. Going closer to the window, I saw it was a girl. Not just any girl though. A girl in my class, Kara. Somehow, in sandals, she was able to climb up to my window. Although I wasn’t too familiar with her at the time, I had always known her to be a gymnast. So I opened the window, and let her in. She climbed through and stood up in front of me. I was clearly confused out of my mind, however to tell the truth, it was kinda exciting. I couldn’t help but wonder what brought her there. Kara was a girl that I had relative interest in at the time. Gorgeous brown hair, medium sized tits, and ass and thighs like you’ve never seen. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I remember the exchange going something like this: “Kara, what are you doing? Why did you come in… that way?” “Well, hello Alex,” she said with a laugh, “I was just in the neighborhood, and you know… decided to drop by.” I looked at her with a brow raised. “Are… you sure?” “Ok, well, I was actually at Hannah’s party down the street. We were hanging out, talking about our crushes, and…” she sucked her teeth, “we started talking about you. And how so many of us are… into you. So I thought…” I cut her off, “you would drop by, and be the first of your friends to make a move on me?” “Yeah, something like that.” “So… do you expect me to just start making out with you right now?” I really was confused out of my mind, and part of me thought that Kara may have even been trying to hide something. Although truth be told, I was getting turned on by her even being in my bedroom. My pajama pants must have made it difficult to hide the erection I started to grow in my underwear. “Something like that actually,” she said, approaching me, placing her hand on my arm, “I… just need you Alex. I wanna fuck you,” she said bluntly. The idea of it, let alone the use of the f-word, really took me aback. I was started to stammer and back away, but part of me wanted to approach her. Again, she must have noticed my boner rising up, and giggled. “Look, your friend wants to! Come on!” I brushed her hand away, and looked at her. I wanted to do it. I really did. Then my mind was only in one place, and it was Kara. I didn’t even think about the strange circumstances surrounding our meeting. However, part of myself still needed convincing. “I guess it could be… fun,” I said, much to her excitement. “But… I need a minute to get ready,” I said, backing away to the bathroom in the hallway. I slammed the door and sat down on the toilet. God, I was freaking out so much. I had no idea what this one night would lead to, did I? I looked down at my erect cock bursting through my pajama bottoms, rising over the sink into the view of the mirror. I had maybe 2 hours until my mom and sister came back. In the end, my mind voted yes. I came back out to Kara, and to tell the truth, the rest is a major blur. I remember her practically jumping on me and tearing off my clothes like some kind of feral badger. I remember the warm feeling of her body under as I thrusted into her for the first time. My thick, meaty cock spread her pussy walls nice and wide, more than she was ever accustomed to, leaving her a red-faced, moaning mess. Each thrust made a wider line of sweat form across my brow, as my feet dug further into the mattress next to her legs. My dick felt enveloped in her wet, hot, crevice. It was a foreign feeling, yet I loved it.In those moments, my mind raced with 10,000 thoughts and twice as many voices. It all culminated when I gripped her shoulders hard, and with a twitch of my long rod, shot a heavy load of cum into her. I came 6 more times that night. We did it in a variety of positions. Kara was clearly an expert, a fact I learned as she rode me like a horse, screaming her lungs out. I must say, the whole experience somewhat boosted my ego. After nut #4, I guess I got cocky, and flipped her onto her hands and knees, thrusting into her once again from behind. I had seen doggystyle before in several porn videos, but never though I would get to try it my first ever time having sex. From the way her body bounced back against my pelvis, it seemed she enjoyed it too. I was sweaty. Tired. But I wanted more. After cumming one more time, I fell back onto my pillow and passed out. When I woke up the next morning, a beam of light was shining through my curtains onto my face. Kara was smart enough to close the window and door, and even cover me with a blanket. She was a slut alright. An experienced one with enough smarts to leave a house with no evidence besides the memories of her partner. I sat up and put some clothes on, going downstairs. My mother was making breakfast, and she turned to look at me. "Hey Alex. How was your night? I see the house is still standing, so that's good." I replied with a stroke of my hair. "Yeah... I was fine last night. I was pretty boring. I just laid in my room and watched a movie." For the rest of that day, the event of Saturday night played over and over in my mind. The clothes on the floor. Kara’s moans of pleasure. The feeling of my toes curling as I blew several wads into her. I could only ask myself one burning question, and that was if I would ever see her again (spoiler alert: I did). Despite my balls being thoroughly emptied last night, I jacked off in the shower thinking about her. Kara and I didn't act any different when we saw each other at school the next day. She remembered. I remembered. We both looked at each other and our wanton sexual acts played back in our minds. It was hard for me not to approach her and fuck her right on the desk in the History room. However, she did leave a note in my locker as I left to go home for the day, It said that she would be over at my house after school got out. I got excited as I looked at the note. Were we going to do it again? Was I really that good of a fuck so that she wanted more? I walked home and sat down in my living room after taking off my shoes and socks. Soon there was a knock on the door, and I jumped out of my chair to answer it. My cock slowly began to rise again just thinking about her. But I had to prepare for the event that she may not have wanted sex right now. I invited her in and we sat down in the living room. She seemed a little uncomfortable if anything, much to my surprise. "So Alex..." she started, "Saturday night was great... I had a lot of fun, and the other girls were really jealous," she said with a smirk, "but I'm not sure If I really want this to... go anywhere, you know?" I saw then. It was only a one-night stand for her. I should have been smarter. I played it off cool though. "Oh yeah. Of course," I said with a wave of my hand, "I understand. It was fun, but it's over. Ok." But it wasn't over. In fact, we fucked right on the leather of the couch I was sitting on, our sweat and cum leaving small wet patches all over. I came in her with several mighty thrusts, painting the insides of her cunt white. We lay there in the afterglow of our amazing sex, her body on mine, out of breath, and that was when we made our agreement. We were to be friends with benefits for the foreseeable future. We both were excited out of our wits about it. Soon however, my mother came home from work, and my sister from her sports, so Kara got dressed and left out the back door, again, my family none the wiser. I couldn't get over the fact that she wanted me to be her fuck buddy, out of everyone. And for those of you who have been paying attention, yes, Kara is the fuck buddy I mentioned at the start. Yippee. So that's how it all started. The first time I had sex, and my first girlfriend/friend with benefits. All within days of each other. Then, I had no idea how things would spiral out of control, real soon. I'll try to post updates as much as possible, when I'm not busy and Kara isn't home. |
WARNING - Read the Themes. Do not read unless you are happy to read about these things This starts slow, don't expect any 'sex' for some time _________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ - - - This a rough read, do not proceed if you do not want to read about death, abuse and enslavement. This is written down for those that want to read about these things, not to be criticised for any moral reasons. If you are happy to admit that you are indeed a sick fuck, feel free to read on - - - _________________________________________________ _________________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 02:14 am What would you do if you'd just been kicked out of your house at age eighteen with $500, a car and a gun? That's the situation I'm in. Yeah, it sucks. Driving on the empty freeway at 2:00 AM, thoughts racing through my head. I only pulled over to dig up my diary and start writing, I don't even know why I am. I guess it'll calm me down. My parents have finally cracked. Shit went down tonight. Dad yelling at me and mom, throwing stuff and threatening us. Finally he packed a bag and stormed off in the Ford. Mom starts on the crack, and I tell her to cut that shit out. A one hour argument ensues, ending in a brawl that she started. Finally I snapped, and barricaded myself in my room. As I threw together a couple of bags of clothes, I could hear bottles breaking against my door, and sobs coming from the hall. Oh sure, she's upset now, but for the seven hundredth time and still no fucking change. I debated over taking my gun for a long time. It could encourage me to resort to crime. But eventually I decided just to go for it. If anything, just for safety. The last thing I grabbed was my keys. I worked weeks for this Chevelle, no way I'm leaving it to my cracked up mother. She'd have it totaled in a week. It's the last car we've got? She can walk, it'll do her some fucking good. I climbed out the window and took the leap down into the front yard. She heard me, and soon came staggering out the door, but I was in the car and pulling away by then. The last I heard from her, and the last I think I will ever hear from her, was a slurred curse and one last bottle smash. Good riddance. I took to the freeway, and headed into downtown LA. I still have no clue where I'm going after tonight. But I stole mom's stash before leaving, and I know I'll need money. I've got to go and sell some drugs. I stole dad's stash too, or what he left of it. But I don't even know what some of this shit is. Best to leave it for now. I know a few guys who'll buy from me. Then I'll sort out what the fuck I'm doing. _____________________________________________ _____________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 02:57 am The drugs are sold. My $500 is up to $700. Not a bad haul, for dealing at eighteen. Now I've got to work out where the hell I'm gonna go. _____________________________________________ _____________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 04:05 am I've been driving for some time now. Need a quick break. After thinking things over for a while, I decided to take the interstate. I'm cruising down empty lanes in the direction of Arizona. No idea really what I'm doing or where I'll end up. I was right about the gun though. I've driven past a few parked trailers on the side of the road. And every time, I wonder how easy it would be to slash their tires and rob them. Of course, there is the danger of the occupants being armed. But I've been in some tight spots before. I trust my instincts. Maybe if I see the perfect chance. ____________________________________________ ____________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 06:59 am Fucking hell, what a night. After continuing on the interstate for a few miles after that break, I came across the 'perfect chance'. It was the car that stopped me. I saw another trailer in the distance, and slowed down to look carefully as I passed it. Upon drawing level, the car came into view. It was a Chevelle. A different model, but a Chevvy nonetheless. At this point, I knew I could do something here. I know the Chevelle fucking well. I know I can jack that car. Heck, I've had to do it a few times for my own. I drove a couple of hundred metres past it, and cut off the engine when my tires hit the dirt. After getting a few things together, I climbed out and locked up. The walk back to the trailer was nerve racking. Anxiety filled me. What if I woke the inhabitants up when I drove past? And they heard me stop? What then? Would they be armed and ready, watching me even now as I walked towards their little campsite? It was quaint. The fire had burnt low, embers smoldering at the bottom of the pit. Faded camp furniture sat in a circle around it. The awning was set up, and an empty cooler was leant against the wheel. I tried to use this to judge what I was dealing with here. But it didn't give away much. This could be a group of lads out for a night of drinking, or a family on their way to Texas. No way of knowing at all. I had to find out though. Carefully, I crept up to the window of the car and peered inside. Nothing, it was empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, I continued to the trailer. The windows were mostly covered, but through small gaps I could just about make out the interior. Inside I could see three people outlined in the beds. In the double was a man and woman, obviously husband and wife. And in the single at the other end of the trailer was a girl, probably their daughter. Other thoughts began entering my mind at this point. But I pushed them away. I had to keep to the plan. Finally I checked for any signs of weapons. There was nothing visible. Slowly, I backed away from the window of the trailer and headed to the driver's door of the car. After kneeling down and retrieving the necessary tools from my rucksack, I got to work. It took a couple of minutes, but eventually I got the door open quietly. I'd been ready to sprint back to my car at any point, and it was a relief to relax and take a seat in the family's Chevelle. The interior was much less well kept. Evidently they didn't care to maintain theirs, the idiots. Maybe I'll sort it out. It was quicker to get the thing going. After a few long moments, I had it ready. There was no turning back after that point, though. Once the engine started, they woke up for sure. I braced myself. Then fired up the engine. It was a beautiful sound, but there was no time to admire it. In seconds, I'd shifted and was pulling away into the dirt. My plan was simple. It was a moonlit night, and I could see a small mesa roughly four hundred yards from the road on the right. Due to the way the interstate is curved at that point, there's no way to see behind that rock from the road. Perfect place to roll a trailer. It was lucky the ground was mostly flat. I didn't want any issues too early. Still, it was a bumpy ride. The car bounced all over the place, and I had difficulty steering us towards the mesa. But soon the car rounded it, and I took action. After spotting a low ledge, and giving the wheel a few sharp tugs, I spun the car round and sent the trailer crashing down into the rock strewn ground. There was a shearing noise as the metal tether that held the two vehicles together shattered, then a resounding crash when the collision with the ground occurred. The car continued its turn, and I steered out of the skid to come to a standstill facing the overturned trailer. I cut the engine instantly, and withdrew my gun. Climbing out of the car, I kept my eyes trained on the falling dust around the crash. No one emerged from its murky depths. Taking a few steps forward, I leant low and peered in through the smashed front window. I could see the parents already. I'd gotten lucky. The crash had sent the father flying across the trailer. He was lying on the wall, his crushed figure still breathing but I knew it was only a matter of time. The mother had suffered similarly, though she appeared to have remained wrapped in some bedsheets and wasn't broken like her husband. She was draped on the kitchen cabinets, unconscious. The position of the daughter's bed meant that she'd had the least impact. I caught sight of her, curled up in the corner of her cubicle, dazed and confused. The crash had certainly knocked her. She turned her head and her eyes came to rest on me. I fixed my gaze on her, and kept the gun pointed in her direction. "Don't move, girl" I called quietly to her. I decided to add, a few seconds later, "And no shouting. Or you'll all get a bullet." Terror sparked on her face. But she remained silent. I made my way through the shattered glass, and into the trailer, approaching her. Her eyes were wide with horror, as they came to rest on the strewn figures of her parents. I had been prepared to kill people inside the trailer if they survived the crash. But I didn't know what to do with this girl. She's hot. I'd say, maybe, a year or two younger than me. A cute face, long blonde hair, deep blue eyes. It was hard to tell underneath all the blankets, but her figure looked alright too. I didn't want to have to decide then what to do. So I took out the rope and gaffer tape I'd stored in my rucksack along with the car jacking tools, and approached the girl. She saw what was in my hands and began to move away, the fear on her face mounting and tears appearing in her eyes. But one look at the gun that I swiftly returned to her face kept her quiet and still. Quickly I bound and gagged her. Then I proceeded to carry her out to the Chevelle and lay her across the back seat. She kicked and struggled, but I was good with knots. She wasn't going anywhere. Returning to the trailer, I saw the dad stirring. I decided it would be kinder to end his misery quickly. I took the last of the rope and swiftly fastened it round his neck. When that dirty work was done I turned to the wife. She was similar to her daughter, in many regards. Still quite young, maybe in her late thirties, and her skin was untouched by age. She had large, juicy breasts that I proceeded to feel with my empty hand. Her long slender legs emerged from the bedsheets, and I wondered what kind of ass they led to. Carefully I unwrapped her from the white cotton, and her beautiful body emerged, dressed only in thin black underwear. It was at this point that I knew I had to keep them. Her and her daughter. What a pair. What a catch. I was very aware that I hadn't set out tonight to kidnap two girls. Or any, for that matter. But things change. And sometimes you've just got to go with it. I swiftly bound the mother too, then carried her to the car. Dumping her on top of her crying daughter was fun. I was tempted to arrange them so the mothers tits would be in her daughter's face. But there were more important things to do. I returned to the trailer one last time, and rummaged around for a few minutes. It turned out I was very lucky the father wasn't still awake after the crash. I found a magnum and a shotgun in one of the cabinets, along with a considerable stock of bullets. I found one of the family's bags, and began putting together some things. Food, clothes, the guns, and all sorts of other things that I could use went into the bag quickly. Lastly, in the nightstand, I found the dad's wallet and the mom's purse. I took only the cash, but between them they had $400. Evidently they had been planning a long trip. I also found the car keys, which would make the journey back easier. After emerging from the wreck with my own rucksack and the new large bag full of scavenged items, I climbed into the car and tossed the bags on top of the girls. The mom was still out cold, and the daughter still had tears pouring down her face. It appeared she had lost the energy to cry outright, resorting to quiet sobbing. I ferried them and the bags to my own car, then retrieved some of the furniture from the family's original camp. Now it just looks like a lazy group has left it without cleaning up. After hooking up the family's Chevelle to my own, I drove a couple of miles further down the interstate until I reached where I am now, in a sheltered hollow a little to the right of the road, far out of sight. I think I'll take a break here for a while. I've still got to decide what to do with these girls. They've been driving me crazy with longing ever since I put them in the car. _____________________________________________ _____________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 08:23 am I love having girls in the back of my car. After laying back and having a drink and a few cigs to calm down, I turned and saw the daughter looking at me with the same terror etched on her face. I laughed, and blew a cloud of smoke in her face. She coughed violently into her gag and turned away, fresh tears glistening in her eyes. I faced the wheel again, and began turning the radio dial. Eventually it tuned in, and I could hear through the static a local news report coming in. There was nothing of note. Although I was certain the overturned trailer and the body of the father wouldn't be found, at least for some time, it was nice to know. I continued tuning the radio, until it hit a channel playing some music. Leaning back in the seat, I smoked the cigarette and watched as the sun started rising. My mind wandered to the girls. I looked back again, and saw her still looking at me. "What you looking at?" I asked her. She couldn't reply with her gag, but the direct address still stung her. I climbed out of the car and got into the back with the two girls. The mom's legs were on my lap, and the daughter's face rested on the seat near my waist. I rearranged them, so the daughter was now on top and her face rested on my right leg. Carefully, I pulled the gaffer tape off her mouth. "Be careful what you say, girl" I told her. "You don't want to fuck up now." She remained quiet, though I sensed her breaths quicken. "What are your names?" I asked. She didn't answer. I reached forward and took the gun from the passenger seat. After peeling off her mother's gag, I forced the gun into her unconscious mouth. I repeated, "what are your names, girl?" She swallowed. "I.. I'm.. Amy" she stammered. "And she's m.. my... my mother, Dianne." "Amy what?" I asked. "Ross." I sat back. So, Amy and Dianne Ross. What a pair they are. The father must have had a constant hard on at home. I also had a hard on at that moment. I began unbuckling my belt. Amy saw what I was doing, and recoiled. "Ever had a boyfriend before, Amy?" I asked her. Slowly, she nodded. "Well" I continued, "you ever given a blowjob to a boyfriend before?" "No" she said quickly. "Probably thought you were too good for that, huh?" I suggested. She didn't respond. I laughed again. "Yeah, you girls are all the same. Think you're purer than the rest of us. Always looking down, disapproving. Well, news flash, that ain't gonna be how it is any more. You'll do what the fuck I say." I could see fresh moisture glistening in her eyes. At the same time, I wondered if she was becoming moist down below. That would make her a sick sad little fuck if she was. Although the sick fuck is probably me for thinking it. I continued with my belt, then pulled down my jeans and briefs. Amy watched in horror as my cock emerged, tall and thick and topped with specks of precum. I again pointed the gun at her head. "Open wide" I ordered jokingly. "Here comes the airplane, Amy." Her face at that moment was priceless. But I'd had enough of her stalling, so I grabbed her by her hair and dragged her head over to my cock. She gasped and writhed in the seat, but had nowhere to go. When she opened her mouth again I took the opportunity and forced her head down, my cock entering her sweet little mouth. She gagged and tried to pull away, but I held her fast. Quickly I started pounding back and forth, fucking her throat for all it was worth. Tears began streaming from her eyes, and muffled moaning noises escaped between her lips and my rapidly pumping shaft. I leant back and let out a long groan, days of stress being released on this glorious little minx of a girl. I cared little for her well being, even for her air. It was only after I felt her struggles weakening that I realised she hadn't had a breath for nearly a minute. I released her, and her head shot up from my throbbing dick, strands of drool and precum trailing from her lips. She took in several deep breaths of air, her streaming eyes focused on me. I gave her only a moment of brief respite, before taking her by the scruff of the neck and forcing her down once again. She didn't even have time to take a breath, not that I intended on letting her have any. I've had unconsenting girls before. Normally in dark backstreets in the dead of night with a girl too drunk or drugged up to fight back. But this level of control? Girls tied up in the back of my car with no one around for miles? This allows me to try a few things I've always wanted to do. First of these was to have a girl pass out on my cock. A long time fetish of mine. I held Amy's head down, and began pumping my cock in and out of her resisting throat. She was struggling, her lower half writhing around on top of her mother. But no movement she made could dislodge my iron grip on the back of her head. I turned her slightly, keeping her tightly pressed to my crotch, so that I could see her eyes. She stared up at me, and I could see terror and anger in them. The human jaw can't bite properly with something lodged in the throat. I'd felt her try a couple of times. After half a minute of holding her head down on my cock, her struggles reached their peak. She was thrashing around, as much as a bound girl can, and probably hurting her mother below her. I didn't care, however. I was simply loving the feeling of her throat gagging and retching around the base of my shaft. Quickly, her movements faltered. I could feel her become weaker, and the gagging in her throat become much less frequent. Her eyes, still trained on my own, began to droop. What had been struggles in her limbs became twitches, and soon all that was left was her open eyes. Slowly, they rolled up into her head as she drifted to sleep. I withdrew my raging cock and began jacking off furiously over her unconscious face. She coughed back to life just as I crested and sent a wave of cum all over her pretty features. Strands landed in her eyes and mouth, and she began twisting around, disoriented and confused. When I was completely spent I rose up out of the door, Amy's head falling down onto the back seat. I spat once on her cum drenched face, then turned and walked around the car. The rising sun glistened on my sweat drenched body, and I enjoyed the warmth it provided. After pulling open the trunk, I found a towel and cleaned myself up. I then returned to my crying teen, and threw the towel at her face. Drained from the physical exertion of pumping Amy's head up and down, and from the astronomical orgasm I had just achieved, I went back to sit in the front seat after grabbing some food and water. I knew I'd have to get some more at some point soon. Now I had three people to feed. Think I'll have a little sleep now. I can hear Dianne stirring, but like I said I trust my knots. They'll be perfectly safe. _______________________________________________ _______________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 6:39 pm It's been a good day. I slept through the morning and afternoon, only waking when Dianne began screaming that her daughter needed water. I rubbed my eyes, dazed by the sudden arousal, and turned to look at my captives. Dianne was staring at me with tears in her eyes. I looked over and saw Amy in a bad way, sweat coating her body and her breath coming in short sharp gasps. Dianne was right. Slowly I climbed out of the car, and walked over to the families own one, hooked up behind mine. I reached in to retrieve the bag of salvaged items, and pulled out a large bottle of water. My hand brushed against one of their bottles of gin, and I felt a stirring in my pants at the thought of what I could do with it. I took hold of it also, before heading back around the car and kneeling down next to Amy. I carefully gave her some water, before rounding the hood and giving what was left to Dianne. She drank it up quickly, gasping for air between gulps. I rose and left them there, returning to the other car's trunk to grab a couple of their folding chairs. After setting them up behind it, out of the sun, I headed over and hoisted Dianne out of the car, half carrying her to one of the chairs. After sitting her down, I grabbed the gin and settled next to her. I drew my knife out of my jeans and held it up to her. "I don't want to kill you, Dianne. But unless you drink when I tell you, I may cut you." It was all I needed to say, she nodded. I raised the bottle to her lips after unscrewing the cap, and began pouring it into her waiting mouth. Over a couple of minutes I gave her a few shots, giving her small breaks in between. She took it well, I'll give her that. But after feeding her another several I was ready for more. I stood and went to fetch Amy. Dianne watched as I dragged her daughter from the car and placed her in the second chair. I gave her the same threat, before starting to pour the last third of the bottle down the neck of the daughter. She coughed, the hard liqour burning her juvenile throat, but I didn't let up until she'd finished the job. Tossing the bottle away, I took a step back and looked at the girls in front of me. Two gorgeous specimens, one already a woman and one soon to be another. And she would soon be more drunk than she'd likely ever been. But this is only the beginning. I have a great many plans for this innocent little cutie. I strode over to Dianne, lowering my pants and straddling the chair. "You better give the blowjob of your life, slut. Same rules apply, you suck or you bleed." She gulped, and hesitated. But a quick slap to the face got her moving again. She lurched forward and locked her lips around my swollen cock. I groaned in bliss as she began pumping her head back and forth, heeding my warning and giving it all that she had. Her tongue worked its way around the tip, before circling underneath as she forced the head of my cock deep into her throat. She began jacking off my cock with her gaping esophagus, only stopping to take quick gasps of air. When I grew bored of even her best efforts, I took her head in my hands and gave the mother a little extra help. Her daughter watched her the whole time, tears pouring down her cheeks as she watched her mother being sexually assaulted next to her. But Dianne continued to take my threats to heart by working her tongue around the tip of my cock and her fingers on my balls, to encourage my engorged member to spurt its filthy cum between her lips. I leased a loud roar as I fired several wads of white into Dianne's gaping mouth. I kept jacking off, milking the head of my cock to force yet more semen onto Dianne's outstretched tongue. When I was spent, she immediately swallowed before dropping back into her seat and bursting into tears. I cleaned up with another towel, before returning to the seats to find the girls deteriorating fast. Dianne was holding up, but Amy being unused to such hard drink was looking ropy. Her eyes were red and unfocused, and she swayed in her seat as she sat. A cute hiccup escaped her lips, as her eyes began to droop. Carefully I untied Dianne from her bonds. Still sobbing, she rubbed her sore wrists and ankles, before curling into a ball on the chair. I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her feet. "Oh no you don't, bitch, you're not done. Amy here has been all left out." Comprehension dawned on Dianne's intoxicated face, and her eyes opened wide in alarm. I laughed, before setting her down in between her daughters legs. After unfastening Amy's restraints, I spread her thighs and signaled for Dianne to make her move. Weeping, but resigned to her fate, the mother began leaning in towards her daughter's exposed pussy. It looked ripe and delicious, but I was more interested in utterly humiliating the girls than getting any myself yet. I took the back of Dianne's head and forced her face down onto Amy's crotch. She began licking out and tongue fucking her daughter's virgin cunt. I knew it was one, for no pussy had ever looked so tight and unspoiled. "Make her cum while you're at it, Dianne, before I get bored and decide to suffocate her on my cock again. And hold that liquor, bitch. Can't have you passing out on her, otherwise she'll definitely be getting it." Spurred on by my new threats, Dianne began working harder, using her tongue to lap up and down Amy's slit. The young girl was moaning, in too much of a stupor to really react but conscious enough to respond to the amazing feeling of her mother eating her out. Slurping noises rose up from her crotch, and Dianne began working one finger deep into her daughter's soft folds. I watched in awe as Amy began rocking back and forth in her chair, continuing to moan with closed eyes as her mother's finger found its way in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Dianne circled Amy's young clit with her tongue, eliciting startled cries of ecstasy from her. However, unfortunately for Amy, I had overestimated her mother's ability to hold her drink. Dianne's efforts became more and more erratic, before finally she keeled over and fell in a heap on the desert floor. I sighed in amusement, before leaning over and forcing my now erect cock into Amy's waiting mouth. In her drunken state, she could offer me no resistance as I forced my manhood into the young girl's throat. I held her in place, only pumping my cock slightly back and forth into Amy's esophagus. She was barely awake anyway, and in only a moment her starved brain cut out and she dropped into unconsciousness for the second time that day. I withdrew, turning and spurting cum all over the figure of her knocked out mother. Dianne looked great, lying there asleep with long strands of white semen splayed all over her beautiful tanned body. After that I turned and headed back to the car to sit and write this entry. I don't know what I'll do now, probably tidy the girls up and get them in some sort of bed for the night. I've spent enough cum to last a month. No more for me tonight. But tomorrow, oh there will be plenty of fun things to do. ____________________________________________ ____________________________________________ Feel free to comment below |
Title: All in a days work!!!! A little insight!!!! Heather lived in an idyllic little village; stone cottages; apple blossoms; the smell of country air, all was bliss with her life except there was something missing, unsure as to what this was, but deep down she felt life was comfortable yes, lovely house; beautiful location; friends; excellent job but still - something missing!!!! It was a sunny Monday morning and as usual work had to be done, Heather worked for a design company in the town near to the village, her role was secretary to a very high executive guy called Sean, he was very good looking, of course he knew this; shoulder length wavy dark hair; slim; extremely sexy, charming; so no wonder he was successful, he was the type who could have any women he wanted and I’m sure he did, Heather didn’t seem to fit into his league, he normally went for blondes, long legs, etc. Heather on the other hand is a Brunette; around 5ft 5in; slim; attractive yes; but certainly not Sean’s type, so any thoughts of him, well they had to be just dreams!! This particular morning we were all called into a board meeting, so Heather had to make sure she dressed appropriately; the director of this company was arriving from America so we had to make a good impression so all the more to dress right; she wore a white buttoned blouse; black lined skirt just above the knee; stockings and heels, she didn’t normally wear stockings for work but felt on this occasion she would. Her hair was tied up and her glasses placed sexily on her face, just showing a small amount of her dark eyes. Sean arrived earlier in the office to brief us on what to expect and to make sure we were groomed well; you see he took pride in how we expressed ourselves. Sean called me into his office first. “Good morning Heather” “You look radiant this morning as you always do” As always I knew it was his charm to make me feel comfortable, but I didn’t mind one little bit it made me feel alive. “Good morning yourself Sean” “And might I add you look as charming as ever” We sometimes had our little flirts just to make the day seem more exciting, but we both knew it was just a little fun, or so it seemed! I had always fancied heather, and today she comes in for a very important meeting, looking sexy. Her hair was up, and her glasses down showing her big brown eyes to stunning effect..... she walked in looking her usual professional self but this time she seemed different, she looked SEXY. Her white blouse was tight and there was three buttons undone...it was always two before and her skirt seemed tighter fitting magnificently around her well formed buttocks and I gulped as I was sure the lines down her tights meant that they were not tights....she was wearing stockings!! How the hell was supposed to concentrate at this meeting with heather at my side. I collected my notes and headed up myself, there were a number of people milling around outside but not heather so I headed in and though used to meetings with her almost blushed asking "you don’t mind me sitting here do you", with a put on laugh. Heather, “would you please pass the water jug it’s getting rather warm in here” Heather leaning over to get the water jar in the middle of the tables apologised for rubbing a little against me, her tight skirt and the slight split in it showing off her shapely stocking legs, heather looked back and I thought she smiled as she caught me taking in the view I sat next to her, taking in her scent which I sometimes caught when we worked together and sometimes smelt on my clothes when I went home. The meeting was about to take a break & to continue after lunch, we all remarked on how it was going & left the room. Sean of course went into his office to make a few phone calls, there were plenty of photocopying to do it was on the floor above, where the meeting had taken place. As I climbed the stairs I could see from the corner of my eye Sean clocked where I was headed. I must have been in the room five minutes when I heard someone coming along the corridor it was unusual for others to use this room as I normally photocopied for all the team, and this felt a little strange. As I stood looking out of the window I felt the door open and someone walk in; as I turned around I could see my boss Sean standing there smiling, my heart missed a beat or two, then started to pound knowing the thoughts I had just 30 minutes earlier of him. “Hello!!!! I say ‘Do you need me to do anything for you Sean?” Sean smiles as he moves closer towards the window, he leans over me to look out over the busy town his body touching just enough to make me blush. “What a lovely day Heather, a day were you would just love to take off somewhere, a place were we could be alone” I just looked in amazement as he said these words, was I really hearing this or was it just my imagination playing tricks on me. I looked up at him; smiled and knew from that moment we had the same thoughts. I began to move closer towards him, teasing him asking why; he looked back at me with those ever so sexy eyes and said!!!! Why indeed Heather; today you made it impossible for me to concentrate on anything but you; do you know horny you made me feel, knowing that I couldn’t do anything about it and all the time my thoughts were imagining you on the table, enjoying every part of your body; running my fingers up along those slender stocking legs, feeling the soft nylon as I reach the lace top; kissing that ever so delicate neck of yours; listening to you whimper as you feel my fingers run along your soft bare skin; then allowing my fingers to feel your panties; feeling how wet you have become. Oh yes!!! “You have made all this happen and more besides; so the question is Heather what are we to do about it” I look in disbelief; if only he knew my thoughts, how exactly I would have imagined being taken by him. Oh my god I thought!!!! I leaned across him; whispered “Sean, you have me now” This was surreal; here I was ready to experience a sexual encounter with my boss; someone I have had so many thoughts about, never knowing he had them too!!!! We looked at each other for a moment, and then our lips met softly at first, which then turned frenzy; our hands exploring each others body. I could feel how hard Sean had become as he pushed his body into me; feeling his bulge twitching as he rubbed himself along; it was a sense of lust; a needing to fulfil these many thoughts we had of each other. We knew we didn’t have long before people would notice we had gone, so it was of urgency. Sean grabbed hold of me, towards the table; his hands now un-buttoning my blouse to feel my firm breasts, teasing the tip; caressing them. My hand unzipped his trousers; feeling the bulge of his large erect cock; we could smell each others sex. My hands wandering; feeling his girth; he was gifted and I was going to have this. His hands moved down to lift my skirt up, to feel the lace tops of my stockings; his fingers gentle as he contoured over my pussy, the feeling was electric as my body started to tingle even more; I widened my legs; wanting him to feel all of me, feel how wet he had me. His breathing was getting heavier; I knew it was of urgency now, he moved my panties to one side pinned me to the wall entering his large pulsating cock inside; the feeling was incredible as he thrust hard and deep inside me; our movements in rhyme as we fucked. He whispers “this is the first of many more to cum” To be continued: |
Sex Sleuth Adventures Chapter One Hey Readers. My name for all intensive purposes is Foxy (just don't ask for my real name ...not gonna happen ). I am a 20 year old female with long brown hair and hazel eyes. Who has had very good experiences i would like to share with you. Firstly let me tell u about Jeremy. Jeremy was at the time 25 and I was 18. Now I know it was so wrong but I was mature for my age. Jeremy had short brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes. His girlfriends brother was my sisters friend. I would go with her to his house and Jeremy would be there. Even at my age i knew that it was wrong trying to steal him away from his girlfriend. I also knew that what i was feeling was strong. I figured he wouldn't want anything to do with me...that was until the night i snuck out. 10 Pm My hands shook as i walked towards his house. He had asked me to sneak out. I would do anything for him. I was scared though my heart was beating against my chest. What was i doing? I didn't even remember why i was going to his house. I almost turned around but then i heard his voice. "Hey, thought you chickened out" he chuckled. "Nope" i giggled nervously. "Good" he smiled hugging me. I hugged him back and blushed. I was just here to hangout maybe play some video games. Or better yet be a rebelious girl. Either of wich appealed to me. "Well come on" he laughed grabbing my hand. I hoped he didn't see me blushing. He led me to some chairs he had put out facing away from the house. "What are we doing, Jeremy?" I sighed. "Whatever you want to do?" He said touching my cheek. Suddenly i felt a wave of heat rising from my toes. I sat there for a bit thinking."um...I've never tried giving a guy a bj" I couldn't stop myself from saying it. He chuckled and looked at me. "Oh really?" He said with a grin. "Well come here." I blushed and got on my knees. He unzipped his pants to reval his half erect cock. I looked at him and back to his cock. "Do you know what to do?" He smiled. I nodded and licked the tip of his cock. He moaned softly. I licked down the shaft towards his balls. I placed my hand on the shaft as i wrapped my mouth around the tip. My tongue moving around as i moved lower. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" He said seeming to be impressed. I responded by sucking more of his cock. I could feel his cock getting harder. I went faster as he grabbed my hair and pulled me off. At first i looked at him strangely. "Here stand up"He said motioning me to get up. I stood up as he did. He put his hands on my hips. Slowly his hands slid down into my pants. He slowly rubbed my clit. I bit my lip as he slowly started rubbing faster. "Mmm" i said moaning softly. My heart pounding faster. I didn't care if he had a girlfriend. He stuck a finger inside my pussy as he kissed my neck. I moaned as he fingered my pussy faster. "Your pussy is so tight and wet" he whispered in my ear. He then gently bit ny earlobe. "Can i try something?" I nodded as he sat me down on the chair and pulled my pants down. Before i could say anything he had my legs open and was licking my clit. I moaned softly. His tounge felt so good. I arched my back as he slid his tongue in my tight pussy. I shook with pleasure. I moaned louder as he went faster. I was gonna cum and he knew it. He kept going faster and harder. He twisted his tongue in a circular motion as i could feel myself starting to cum. I moaned as he kept going as i came he stopped and stood up. He stuck his cock in my face so i opened my mouth.He slid his cock in slowly. I looked up to him as he slowly trusted his cock deeper. "Mmm, your good at this" he said progressively he got faster and deeper in my mouth. I started rubbing my clit as he started fucking my face faster. He moaned louder with each passing moment. Untill i felt him cum in my mouth. I swallowed all of it as he pulled out. "I can't believe you haven't done that before."He chuckled. He kissed my forehead and then sat in the chair next to me. "Well i haven't" i giggled. It was true at the time i was still a virgin. I couldn't believe that he wanted to do this with me. Then i remembered his girlfriend. "What about your girlfriend?" "What about her?" He grinned. "Are you going to tell her?" I grinned. "I won't tell her. it's just between me and you" "Ok" i smiled and looked at him. "Is this going to be a regular thing" "Sure" he chuckled with a yawn. I yawned and streched out my arms. "You should probably get home." He said out of breath. I nodded and pulled my pants up. "See you later" i said with a wave. And headed home. "Wait" he said spinning me around. "What?" i said as he leaned in and kissed me. "That's all I wanted to do" he giggled. ... That's chapter one hope you all enjoyed. Leave a comment if you want more. Message me if you have any questions. The more comments i get the better. I will try to post more as.soon as i can. Next chapter will be my "losing my full virginity" story. I think you guys would like it. ;) Thanks ~SexSluth23 |
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In the classical tale "The Satyricon," Petronius Arbiter makes a strong, yet humorous, statement about the social life of the Romans. Rather than telling the story of Encolpius and his companions heroically, which was the typical approach of other writings around 1 AD, Petronius chose to show the true life and vernacular of the Roman lower and middle class through satire and comedy. Narrator Encolpius, a former gladiator, goes on adventures with his best friend and former lover Ascyltos as well as his slave and current lover Giton. Yet Encolpius constantly worries about whether or not Giton's affections are waning. The trio participates in various parties, events, and celebrations, but their attention is less focused on properly worshipping the gods and more fixated on the sexual nature of the wild bacchanals. Written during Emperor Nero's era, with "The Satyricon," Petronius gives the reader a realistic sense of what life during the famously cruel emperor's life was truly like. While he was known for his tyrannical persecution of Christians, Nero's reign was also filled with over-the-top celebrations in honor of the gods. Petronius was a frequent visitor to Nero's bacchanals, meaning that "The Satyricon" is a fictional first-hand account of the time. The work is not only a precious gem of Western literature because of its wit, but because it gives modern readers a realistic glimpse into history. Author of THE SATYRICON - Gaius Petronius Arbiter (c. 27 - 66 AD) was a Roman courtier during the reign of Nero. He is generally believed to be the author of the Satyricon, a satirical novel believed to have been written during the Neronian era (54-68 AD). Tacitus, Plutarch and Pliny the Elder describe Petronius as the elegantiae arbiter (also phrased arbiter elegantiarum), "judge of elegance" in the court of the emperor Nero. He served as suffect consul in 62. Later, he became a member of the senatorial class who devoted themselves to a life of pleasure. His relationship to Nero was apparently akin to that of a fashion advisor Principal characters Encolpius: The narrator and principal character, moderately well educated and presumably from a relatively elite background Giton: A handsome boy, a slave and a sexual partner of Encolpius Ascyltos: A friend of Encolpius, rival for the ownership of Giton Trimalchio: An extremely vulgar and wealthy freedman Eumolpus: An aged, impoverished and lecherous poet of the sort rich men are said to hate Lichas: An enemy of Encolpius Tryphaena: A woman infatuated with Giton Corax: A barber, the hired servant of Eumolpus Circe: A woman attracted to Encolpius Chrysis: Circe's servant, also in love with Encolpius Synopsis The work is narrated by its central figure, Encolpius, a retired, famous gladiator of the area. The surviving sections of the novel begin with Encolpius traveling with a companion and former lover named Ascyltos, who has joined Encolpius on numerous escapades. Encolpius' slave, Giton, is at his owner's lodging when the story begins. Chapters 1–26 In the first passage, Encolpius is in a Greek town in Campania, perhaps Puteoli, where he is standing outside a school, railing against the Asiatic style and false taste in literature, which he blames on the prevailing system of declamatory education (1–2). His adversary in this debate is Agamemnon, a sophist, who shifts the blame from the teachers to the parents (3–5). Encolpius discovers that his companion Ascyltos has left and breaks away from Agamemnon when a group of students arrive (6). Encolpius then gets lost and asks an old woman for help returning home. She takes him to a brothel which she refers to as his home. There, Encolpius locates Ascyltos (7–8) and then Giton (8), who claims that Ascyltos made a sexual attempt on him (9). After raising their voices against each other, the fight ends in laughter and the friends reconcile but still agree to split at a later date (9–10). Later, Encolpius tries to have sex with Giton, but he's interrupted by Ascyltos, who assaults him after catching the two in bed (11). The three go to the market, where they are involved in a convoluted dispute over stolen property (12–15). Returning to their lodgings, they are confronted by Quartilla, a devotee of Priapus, who condemns their attempts to pry into the cult's secrets (16–18). The companions are overpowered by Quartilla, her maids, and an aged male prostitute, who sexually torture them (19–21), then provide them with dinner and engage them in further sexual activity (21–26). An orgy ensues and the sequence ends with Encolpius and Quartilla exchanging kisses while they spy through a keyhole at Giton having sex with a virgin girl; and finally sleeping together (26). ------------ THE SATYRICON OF PETRONIUS ARBITER Complete and unexpurgated translation by W. C. Firebaugh, in which are incorporated the forgeries of Nodot and Marchena, and the readings introduced into the text by De Salas. PREFACE Among the difficulties which beset the path of the conscientious translator, a sense of his own unworthiness must ever take precedence; but another, scarcely less disconcerting, is the likelihood of misunderstanding some allusion which was perfectly familiar to the author and his public, but which, by reason of its purely local significance, is obscure and subject to the misinterpretation and emendation of a later generation. A translation worthy of the name is as much the product of a literary epoch as it is of the brain and labor of a scholar; and Melmouth’s version of the letters of Pliny the Younger, made, as it was, at a period when the art of English letter writing had attained its highest excellence, may well be the despair of our twentieth century apostles of specialization. Who, today, could imbue a translation of the Golden Ass with the exquisite flavor of William Adlington’s unscholarly version of that masterpiece? Who could rival Arthur Golding’s rendering of the Metamorphoses of Ovid, or Francis Hicke’s masterly rendering of Lucian’s True History? But eternal life means endless change and in nothing is this truth more strikingly manifest than in the growth and decadence of living languages and in the translation of dead tongues into the ever changing tissue of the living. Were it not for this, no translation worthy of the name would ever stand in need of revision, except in instances where the discovery and collation of fresh manu***********s had improved the text. In the case of an author whose characters speak in the argot proper to their surroundings, the necessity for revision is even more imperative; the change in the cultured speech of a language is a process that requires years to become pronounced, the evolution of slang is rapid and its usage ephemeral. For example Stephen Gaselee, in his bibliography of Petronius, calls attention to Harry Thurston Peck’s rendering of “bell um pomum” by “he’s a daisy,” and remarks, appropriately enough, “that this was well enough for 1898; but we would now be more inclined to render it “he’s a peach.” Again, Peck renders “illud erat vivere” by “that was life,” but, in the words of our lyric American jazz, we would be more inclined to render it “that was the life.” “But,” as Professor Gaselee has said, “no rendering of this part of the Satyricon can be final, it must always be in the slang of the hour.” “Some,” writes the immortal translator of Rabelais, in his preface, “have deservedly gained esteem by translating; yet not many condescend to translate but such as cannot invent; though to do the first well, requires often as much genius as to do the latter. I wish, reader, thou mayest be as willing to do the author justice, as I have strove to do him right.” Many scholars have lamented the failure of Justus Lipsius to comment upon Petronius or edit an edition of the Satyricon. Had he done so, he might have gone far toward piercing the veil of darkness which enshrouds the authorship of the work and the very age in which the composer flourished. To me, personally, the fact that Laurence Sterne did not undertake a version, has caused much regret. The master who delineated Tristram Shandy’s father and the intrigue between the Widow Wadman and Uncle Toby would have drawn Trimalchio and his peers to admiration. INTRODUCTION. Of the many masterpieces which classical antiquity has bequeathed to modern times, few have attained, at intervals, to such popularity; few have so gripped the interest of scholars and men of letters, as has this scintillating miscellany known as the Satyricon, ascribed by tradition to that Petronius who, at the court of Nero, acted as arbiter of elegance and dictator of fashion. The flashing, wit, the masterly touches which bring out the characters with all the detail of a fine old copper etching; the marvelous use of realism by this, its first prophet; the sure knowledge of the perspective and background best adapted to each episode; the racy style, so smooth, so elegant, so simple when the educated are speaking, beguile the reader and blind him, at first, to the many discrepancies and incoherences with which the text, as we have it, is marred. The more one concentrates upon this author, the more apparent these faults become and the more one regrets the lacunae in the text. Notwithstanding numerous articles which deal with this work, some from the pens of the most profound scholars, its author is still shrouded in the mists of uncertainty and conjecture. He is as impersonal as Shakespeare, as aloof as Flaubert, in the opinion of Charles Whibley, and, it may be added, as genial as Rabelais; an enigmatic genius whose secret will never be laid bare with the resources at our present command. As I am not writing for scholars, I do not intend going very deeply into the labyrinth of critical controversy which surrounds the author and the work, but I shall deal with a few of the questions which, if properly understood, will enhance the value of the Satyricon, and contribute, in some degree, to a better understanding of the author. For the sake of convenience the questions discussed in this introduction will be arranged in the following order: I THE SATYRICON. Heinsius and Scaliger derive the word from the Greek, whence comes our English word satyr, but Casaubon, Dacier and Spanheim derive it from the Latin ‘satura,’ a plate filled with different kinds of food, and they refer to Porphyrion’s ‘multis et variis rebus hoc carmen refertum est.’ The text, as we possess it, may be divided into three divisions: the first and last relate the adventures of Encolpius and his companions, the second, which is a digression, describes the Dinner of Trimalchio. That the work was originally divided into books, we had long known from ancient glossaries, and we learn, from the title of the Traguriensian manu***********, that the fragments therein contained are excerpts from the fifteenth and sixteenth books. An interpolation of Fulgentius (Paris 7975) attributes to Book Fourteen the scene related in Chapter 20 of the work as we have it, and the glossary of St. Benedict Floriacensis cites the passage ‘sed video te totum in illa haerere, quae Troiae halosin ostendit (Chapter 89), as from Book Fifteen. As there is no reason to suppose that the chapters intervening between the end of the Cena (Chapter 79) and Chapter 89 are out of place, it follows that this passage may have belonged to Book Sixteen, or even Seventeen, but that it could not have belonged to Book Fifteen. From the interpolation of Fulgentius we may hazard the opinion that the beginning of the fragments, as we possess them (Chapters 1 to 26), form part of Book Fourteen. The Dinner of Trimalchio probably formed a complete book, fifteen, and the continuation of the adventures of Encolpius down to his meeting with Eumolpus (end of Chapter 140) Book Sixteen. The discomfiture of Eumolpus should have closed this book but not the entire work, as the exit of the two principal characters is not fixed at the time our fragments come to an end. The original work, then, would probably have exceeded Tom Jones in length. II THE AUTHOR. a--"Not often,” says Studer (Rheinisches Museum, 1843), “has there been so much dispute about the author, the times, the character and the purpose of a writing of antiquity as about the fragments of the Satyricon of Petronius.” The discovery and publication of the Trau manu*********** brought about a literary controversy which has had few parallels, and which has not entirely died out to this day, although the best authorities ascribe the work to Caius Petronius, the Arbiter Elegantiarum at the court of Nero. “The question as to the date of the narrative of the adventures of Encolpius and his boon companions must be regarded as settled,” says Theodor Mommsen (Hermes, 1878); “this narrative is unsurpassed in originality and mastery of treatment among the writings of Roman literature. Nor does anyone doubt the identity of its author and the Arbiter Elegantiarum of Nero, whose end Tacitus relates.” In any case, the author of this work, if it be the work of one brain, must have been a profound psychologist, a master of realism, a natural-born story teller, and a gentleman. b--His principal object in writing the work was to amuse but, in amusing, he also intended to pillory the aristocracy and his wit is as keen as the point of a rapier; but, when we bear in mind the fact that he was an ancient, we will find that his cynicism is not cruel, in him there is none of the malignity of Aristophanes; there is rather the attitude of the refined patrician who is always under the necessity of facing those things which he holds most in contempt, the supreme artist who suffers from the multitude of bill-boards, so to speak, who lashes the posters but holds in pitying contempt those who know so little of true art that they mistake those posters for the genuine article. Niebuhr’s estimate of his character is so just and free from prejudice, and proceeds from a mind which, in itself, was so pure and wholesome, that I will quote it: “All great dramatic poets are endowed with the power of creating beings who seem to act and speak with perfect independence, so that the poet is nothing more than the relator of what takes place. When Goethe had conceived Faust and Margarete, Mephistopheles and Wagner, they moved and had their being without any exercise of his will. But in the peculiar power which Petronius exercises, in its application to every scene, to every individual character, in everything, noble or mean, which he undertakes, I know of but one who is fully equal to the Roman, and that is Diderot. Trimalchio and Agamemnon might have spoken for Petronius, and the nephew Rameau and the parson Papin for Diderot, in every condition and on every occasion inexhaustibly, out of their own nature; just so the purest and noblest souls, whose kind was, after all, not entirely extinct in their day. “Diderot and a contemporary, related to him in spirit, Count Gaspar Gozzi, are marked with the same cynicism which disfigures the Roman; their age, like his, had become shameless. But as the two former were in their heart noble, upright, and benevolent men, and as in the writings of Diderot genuine virtue and a tenderness unknown to his contemporaries breathe, so the peculiarity of such a genius can, as it seems, be given to a noble and elevated being only. The deep contempt for prevailing immorality which naturally leads to cynicism, and a heart which beats for everything great and glorious,--virtues which then had no existence,--speak from the pages of the Roman in a language intelligible to every susceptible heart.” c--Beck, in his paper, “The Age of Petronius Arbiter,” concluded that the author lived and wrote between the years 6 A.D. and 34 A.D., but he overlooked the possibility that the author might have lived a few years later, written of conditions as they were in his own times, and yet laid the action of his novel a few years before. Mommsen and Haley place the time under Augustus, Buecheler, about 36-7 A.D., and Friedlaender under Nero. d--La Porte du Theil places the scene at Naples because of the fact the city in which our heroes met Agamemnon must have been of some considerable size because neither Encolpius nor Asclytos could find their way back to their inn, when once they had left it, because both were tired out from tramping around in search of it and because Giton had been so impressed with this danger that he took the precaution to mark the pillars with chalk in order that they might not be lost a second time. The Gulf of Naples is the only bit of coastline which fits the needs of the novel, hence the city must be Naples. The fact that neither of the characters knew the city proves that they had been recent arrivals, and this furnishes a clue, vague though it is, to what may have gone before. Haley, “Harvard Studies in Classical Philology,” vol. II, makes out a very strong case for Puteoli, and his theory of the old town and the new town is as ingenious as it is able. Haley also has Trimalchio in his favor, as has also La Porte du Theil. “I saw the Sibyl at Cumae,” says Trimalchio. Now if the scene of the dinner is actually at Cumae this sounds very peculiar; it might even be a gloss added by some copyist whose knowledge was not equal to his industry. On the other hand, suppose Trimalchio is speaking of something so commonplace in his locality that the second term has become a generic, then the difficulty disappears. We today, even though standing upon the very spot in Melos where the Venus was unearthed, would still refer to her as the Venus de Melos. Friedlaender, in bracketing Cumis, has not taken this sufficiently into consideration. Mommsen, in an excellent paper (Hermes, 1878), has laid the scene at Cumae. His logic is almost unanswerable, and the consensus of opinion is in favor of the latter town. III REALISM. Realism, as we are concerned with it, may be defined as the literary effect produced by the marshaling of details in their exactitude for the purpose of bringing out character. The fact that they may be ugly and vulgar the reverse, makes not the slightest difference. The modern realist contemplates the inanimate things which surround us with peculiar complaisance, and it is right that he should as these things exert upon us a constant and secret influence. The workings of the human mind, in complex civilizations, are by no means simple; they are involved and varied: our thoughts, our feelings, our wills, associate themselves with an infinite number of sensations and images which play one upon the other, and which individualize, in some measure, every action we commit, and stamp it. The merit of our modern realists lies in the fact that they have studied the things which surround us and our relations to them, and thus have they been able to make their creations conform to human experience. The ancients gave little attention to this; the man, with them, was the important thing; the environment the unimportant. There are, of course, exceptions; the interview between Ulysses and Nausiskaa is probably the most striking. From the standpoint of environment, Petronius, in the greater portion of his work, is an ancient; but one exception there is, and it is as brilliant as it is important. The entire episode, in which Trimalchio figures, offers an incredible abundance of details. The de***********ions are exhaustive and minute, but the author’s prime purpose was not de***********ion, it was to bring out the characters, it was to pillory the Roman aristocracy, it was to amuse! Cicero, in his prosecution of Verres, had shown up this aristocracy in all its brutality and greed, it remained for the author of the Cena to hold its absurdity up to the light of day, to lash an extravagance which, though utterly unbridled, was yet unable to exhaust the looted accumulations of years of political double dealing and malfeasance in office. Trimalchio’s introduction is a masterstroke, the porter at the door is another, the effect of the wine upon the women, their jealousy lest either’s husband should seem more liberal, their appraisal of each other’s jewelry, Scintilla’s remark anent the finesse of Habinnas’ servant in the mere matter of pandering, the blear-eyed and black-toothed slave, teasing a little bitch disgustingly fat, offering her pieces of bread and when, from sheer inability, she refuses to eat, cramming it down her throat, the effect of the alcohol upon Trimalchio, the little old lady girded round with a filthy apron, wearing clogs which were not mates, dragging in a huge dog on a chain, the incomparable humor in the passage in which Hesus, desperately seasick, sees that which makes him believe that even worse misfortunes are in store for him: these details are masterpieces of realism. The de***********ion of the night-prowling shyster lawyer, whose forehead is covered with sebaceous wens, is the very acme of propriety; our first meeting; with the poet Eumolpus is a beautiful study in background and perspective. Nineteen centuries have gone their way since this novel was written, but if we look about us we will be able to recognize, under the veneer of civilization, the originals of the Satyricon and we will find that here, in a little corner of the Roman world, all humanity was held in miniature. Petronius must be credited with the great merit of having introduced realism into the novel. By an inspiration of genius, he saw that the framework of frivolous and licentious novels could be enlarged until it took in contemporary custom and environment. It is that which assures for him an eminent place, not in Roman literature alone, but in the literature of the world. a--INFLUENCE OF THE SATYRICON UPON LITERATURE. The vagrant heroes of Petronius are the originals from whom directly, or indirectly, later authors drew that inspiration which resulted in the great mass of picaresque fiction; but, great as this is, it is not to this that the Satyricon owes its powerful influence upon the literature of the world. It is to the author’s recognition of the importance of environment, of the vital role of inanimate surroundings as a means for bringing out character and imbuing his episodes and the actions of his characters with an air of reality and with those impulses and actions which are common to human experience, that his influence is due. By this, the Roman created a new style of writing and inaugurated a class of literature which was without parallel until the time of Apuleius and, in a lesser degree, of Lucian. This class of literature, though modified essentially from age to age, in keeping with the dictates of moral purity or bigotry, innocent or otherwise, has come to be the very stuff of which literary success in fiction is made. One may write a successful book without a thread of romance; one cannot write a successful romance without some knowledge of realism; the more intimate the knowledge the better the book, and it is frequently to this that the failure of a novel is due, although the critic might be at a loss to explain it. Petronius lies behind Tristram Shandy, his influence can be detected in Smollett, and even Fielding paid tribute to him. IV FORGERIES OF PETRONIUS. From the very nature of the writings of such an author as Petronius, it is evident that the gaps in the text would have a marked tendency to stimulate the curiosity of literary forgers and to tempt their sagacity, literary or otherwise. The recovery of the Trimalchionian episode, and the subsequent pamphleteering would by no means eradicate this “cacoethes emendandi.” When, circa 1650, the library of the unfortunate Nicolas Cippico yielded up the Trau fragment, the news of this discovery spread far and wide and about twelve years later, Statileo, in response to the repeated requests of the Venetian ambassador, Pietro Basadonna, made with his own hand a copy of the MS., which he sent to Basadonna. The ambassador, in turn, permitted this MS. to be printed by one Frambotti, a printer endowed with more industry than critical acumen, and the resultant textual conflation had much to do with the pamphlet war which followed. Had this Paduan printer followed the explicit directions which he received, and printed exactly what was given him much good paper might have been saved and a very interesting chapter in the history of literary forgery would probably never have been written. The pamphlet war did not die out until Bleau, in 1670-71, printed his exact reproduction of the Trau manu*********** and the corrections introduced by that licentiousness of emendation of which we have spoken. In October, 1690, Francois Nodot, a French soldier of fortune, a commissary officer who combined belles lettres and philosophy with his official duties, wrote to Charpentier, President of the Academy of France, calling, his attention to a copy of a manu*********** which he (Nodot) possessed, and which came into his hands in the following manner: one Du Pin, a French officer detailed to service with Austria, had been present at the sack of Belgrade in 1688. That this Du Pin had, while there, made the acquaintance of a certain Greek renegade, having, as a matter of fact, stayed in the house of this renegade. The Greek’s father, a man of some learning, had by some means come into possession of the MS., and Du Pin, in going through some of the books in the house, had come across it. He had experienced the utmost difficulty in deciphering the letters, and finally, driven by curiosity, had retained a copyist and had it copied out. That this Du Pin had this copy in his house at Frankfort, and that he had given Nodot to understand that if he (Nodot) came to Frankfort, he would be permitted to see this copy. Owing to the exigencies of military service, Nodot had been unable to go in person to Frankfort, and that he had therefore availed himself of the friendly interest and services of a certain merchant of Frankfort, who had volunteered to find an amanuensis, have a copy made, and send it to Nodot. This was done, and Nodot concludes his letter to Charpentier by requesting the latter to lay the result before the Academy and ask for their blessing and approval. These Nodotian Supplements were accepted as authentic by the Academics of Arles and Nimes, as well as by Charpentier. In a short time, however, the voices of scholarly skeptics began to be heard in the land, and accurate and unbiased criticism laid bare the fraud. The Latinity was attacked and exception taken to Silver Age prose in which was found a French police regulation which required newly arrived travellers to register their names in the book of a police officer of an Italian village of the first century. Although they are still retained in the text by some editors, this is done to give some measure of continuity to an otherwise interrupted narrative, but they can only serve to distort the author and obscure whatever view of him the reader might otherwise have reached. They are generally printed between brackets or in different type. In 1768 another and far abler forger saw the light of day. Jose Marchena, a Spaniard of Jewish extraction, was destined for an ecclesiastical career. He received an excellent education which served to fortify a natural bent toward languages and historical criticism. In his early youth he showed a marked preference for uncanonical pursuits and heretical doctrines and before he had reached his thirtieth year prudence counseled him to prevent the consequences of his heresy and avoid the too pressing Inquisition by a timely flight into France. He arrived there in time to throw himself into the fight for liberty, and in 1800 we find him at Basle attached to the staff of General Moreau. While there he is said to have amused himself and some of his cronies by writing notes on what Davenport would have called “Forbidden Subjects,” and, as a means of publishing his erotic lucubrations, he constructed this fragment, which brings in those topics on which he had enlarged. He translated the fragment into French, attached his notes, and issued the book. There is another story to the effect that he had been reprimanded by Moreau for having written a loose song and that he exculpated himself by assuring the general that it was but a new fragment of Petronius which he had translated. Two days later he had the fragment ready to prove his contention. This is the account given by his Spanish biographer. In his preface, dedicated to the Army of the Rhine, he states that he found the fragment in a manu*********** of the work of St. Gennadius on the Duties of Priests, probably of the XI Century. A close examination revealed the fact that it was a palimpsest which, after treatment, permitted the restoration of this fragment. It is supposed to supply the gap in Chapter 26 after the word “verberabant.” Its obscenity outrivals that of the preceding text, and the grammar, style, and curiosa felicitas Petroniana make it an almost perfect imitation. There is no internal evidence of forgery. If the text is closely scrutinized it will be seen that it is composed of words and expressions taken from various parts of the Satyricon, “and that in every line it has exactly the Petronian turn of phrase.” “Not only is the original edition unprocurable,” to quote again from Mr. Gaselee’s invaluable bibliography, “but the reprint at Soleure (Brussels), 1865, consisted of only 120 copies, and is hard to find. The most accessible place for English readers is in Bohn’s translation, in which, however, only the Latin text is given; and the notes were a most important part of the original work.” These notes, humorously and perhaps sarcastically ascribed to Lallemand, Sanctae Theologiae Doctor, “are six in number (all on various forms of vice); and show great knowledge, classical and sociological, of unsavory subjects. Now that the book is too rare to do us any harm, we may admit that the pastiche was not only highly amusing, but showed a perverse cleverness amounting almost to genius.” Marchena died at Madrid in great poverty in 1821. A contemporary has described him as being rather short and heavy set in figure, of great frontal development, and vain beyond belief. He considered himself invincible where women were concerned. He had a peculiar predilection in the choice of animal pets and was an object of fear and curiosity to the towns people. His forgery might have been completely successful had he not acknowledged it himself within two or three years after the publication of his brochure. The fragment will remain a permanent tribute to the excellence of his scholarship, but it is his Ode to Christ Crucified which has made him more generally known, and it is one of the ironies of fate that caused this deformed giant of sarcasm to compose a poem of such tender and touching piety. Very little is known about Don Joe Antonio Gonzalez de Salas, whose connecting passages, with the exception of one which is irrelevant, are here included. The learned editors of the Spanish encyclopedia naively preface their brief sketch with the following assertion: “no tenemos noticias de su vida.” De Salas was born in 1588 and died in 1654. His edition of Petronius was first issued in 1629 and re-issued in 1643 with a copper plate of the Editor. The Paris edition, from which he says he supplied certain deficiencies in the text, is unknown to bibliographers and is supposed to be fictitious. To distinguish the spurious passages, as a point of interest, in the present edition, the forgeries of Nodot are printed within round brackets, the forgery of Marchena within square brackets, and the additions of De Salas in italics {In this PG etext in curly brackets}. The work is also accompanied by a translation of the six notes, the composition of which led Marchena to forge the fragment which first appeared in the year 1800. These have never before been translated. Thanks are due Ralph Straus, Esq., and Professor Stephen Gaselee. VOLUME I. ADVENTURES OF ENCOLPIUS AND HIS COMPANIONS CHAPTER THE FIRST. (It has been so long; since I promised you the story of my adventures, that I have decided to make good my word today; and, seeing that we have thus fortunately met, not to discuss scientific matters alone, but also to enliven our jolly conversation with witty stories. Fabricius Veiento has already spoken very cleverly on the errors committed in the name of religion, and shown how priests, animated by an hypocritical mania for prophecy, boldly expound mysteries which are too often such to themselves. But) are our rhetoricians tormented by another species of Furies when they cry, “I received these wounds while fighting for the public liberty; I lost this eye in your defense: give me a guide who will lead me to my children, my limbs are hamstrung and will not hold me up!” Even these heroics could be endured if they made easier the road to eloquence; but as it is, their sole gain from this ferment of matter and empty discord of words is, that when they step into the Forum, they think they have been carried into another world. And it is my conviction that the schools are responsible for the gross foolishness of our young men, because, in them, they see or hear nothing at all of the affairs of every-day life, but only pirates standing in chains upon the shore, tyrants scribbling edicts in which sons are ordered to behead their own fathers; responses from oracles, delivered in time of pestilence, ordering the immolation of three or more virgins; every word a honied drop, every period sprinkled with poppy-seed and sesame. CHAPTER THE SECOND. Those who are brought up on such a diet can no more attain to wisdom than a kitchen scullion can attain to a keen sense of smell or avoid stinking of the grease. With your indulgence, I will speak out: you--teachers--are chiefly responsible for the decay of oratory. With your well modulated and empty tones you have so labored for rhetorical effect that the body of your speech has lost its vigor and died. Young men did not learn set speeches in the days when Sophocles and Euripides were searching for words in which to express themselves. In the days when Pindar and the nine lyric poets feared to attempt Homeric verse there was no private tutor to stifle budding genius. I need not cite the poets for evidence, for I do not find that either Plato or Demosthenes was given to this kind of exercise. A dignified and, if I may say it, a chaste, style, is neither elaborate nor loaded with ornament; it rises supreme by its own natural purity. This windy and high-sounding bombast, a recent immigrant to Athens, from Asia, touched with its breath the aspiring minds of youth, with the effect of some pestilential planet, and as soon as the tradition of the past was broken, eloquence halted and was stricken dumb. Since that, who has attained to the sublimity of Thucydides, who rivalled the fame of Hyperides? Not a single poem has glowed with a healthy color, but all of them, as though nourished on the same diet, lacked the strength to live to old age. Painting also suffered the same fate when the presumption of the Egyptians “commercialized” that incomparable art. (I was holding forth along these lines one day, when Agamemnon came up to us and scanned with a curious eye a person to whom the audience was listening so closely.) CHAPTER THE THIRD. He would not permit me to declaim longer in the portico than he himself had sweat in the school, but exclaimed, “Your sentiments do not reflect the public taste, young man, and you are a lover of common sense, which is still more unusual. For that reason, I will not deceive you as to the secrets of my profession. The teachers, who must gibber with lunatics, are by no means to blame for these exercises. Unless they spoke in accordance with the dictates of their young pupils, they would, as Cicero remarks, be left alone in the schools! And, as designing parasites, when they seek invitations to the tables of the rich, have in mind nothing except what will, in their opinion, be most acceptable to their audience --for in no other way can they secure their ends, save by setting snares for the ears--so it is with the teachers of rhetoric, they might be compared with the fisherman, who, unless he baits his hook with what he knows is most appetizing to the little fish, may wait all day upon some rock, without the hope of a catch.” CHAPTER THE FOURTH. What, then, is there to do? The parents who are unwilling to permit their children to undergo a course of training under strict discipline, are the ones who deserve the reproof. In the first place, everything they possess, including the children, is devoted to ambition. Then, that their wishes may the more quickly be realized, they drive these unripe scholars into the forum, and the profession of eloquence, than which none is considered nobler, devolves upon boys who are still in the act of being born! If, however, they would permit a graded course of study to be prescribed, in order that studious boys might ripen their minds by diligent reading; balance their judgment by precepts of wisdom, correct their compositions with an unsparing pen, hear at length what they ought to imitate, and be convinced that nothing can be sublime when it is designed to catch the fancy of boys, then the grand style of oratory would immediately recover the weight and splendor of its majesty. Now the boys play in the schools, the young men are laughed at in the forum, and, a worse symptom than either, no one, in his old age, will confess the errors he was taught in his school days. But that you may not imagine that I disapprove of a jingle in the Lucilian manner, I will deliver my opinions in verse,-- CHAPTER THE FIFTH. “The man who emerges with fame, from the school of stern art, Whose mind gropes for lofty ideals, to bring them to light, Must first, under rigid frugality, study his part; Nor yearn for the courts of proud princes who frown in their might: Nor scheme with the riff-raf, a client in order to dine, Nor can he with evil companions his wit drown in wine Nor sit, as a hireling, applauding an actor’s grimace. But, whether the fortress of arms-bearing Tritonis smile Upon him, or land which the Spartan colonials grace, Or home of the sirens, with poetry let him beguile The years of young manhood, and at the Maeonian spring His fortunate soul drink its fill: Then, when later, the lore Of Socrates’ school he has mastered, the reins let him fling, And brandish the weapons that mighty Demosthenes bore. Then, steeped in the culture and music of Greece, let his taste Be ripened and mellowed by all the great writers of Rome. At first, let him haunt not the courts; let his pages be graced By ringing and rhythmic effusions composed in his home Next, banquets and wars be his theme, sung in soul-stirring chant, In eloquent words such as undaunted Cicero chose. Come! Gird up thy soul! Inspiration will then force a vent And rush in a flood from a heart that is loved by the muse!” CHAPTER THE SIXTH. I was listening so attentively to this speech that I did not notice the flight of Ascyltos, and while I was pacing the gardens, engulfed in this flood-tide of rhetoric, a large crowd of students came out upon the portico, having, it would seem, just listened to an extemporaneous declamation, of I know not whom, the speaker of which had taken exceptions to the speech of Agamemnon. While, therefore, the young men were making fun of the sentiments of this last speaker, and criticizing the arrangement of the whole speech, I seized the opportunity and went after Ascyltos, on the run; but, as I neither held strictly to the road, nor knew where the inn was located, wherever I went, I kept coming back to the same place, until, worn out with running, and long since dripping with sweat, I approached a certain little old woman who sold country vegetables. CHAPTER THE SEVENTH. “Please, mother,” I wheedled, “you don’t know where I lodge, do you?” Delighted with such humorous affability, “What’s the reason I don’t” she replied, and getting upon her feet, she commenced to walk ahead of me. I took her for a prophetess until, when presently we came to a more obscure quarter, the affable old lady pushed aside a crazy-quilt and remarked, “Here’s where you ought to live,” and when I denied that I recognized the house, I saw some men prowling stealthily between the rows of name-boards and naked prostitutes. Too late I realized that I had been led into a brothel. After cursing the wiles of the little old hag, I covered my head and commenced to run through the middle of the night-house to the exit opposite, when, lo and behold! whom should I meet on the very threshold but Ascyltos himself, as tired as I was, and almost dead; you would have thought that he had been brought by the self-same little old hag! I smiled at that, greeted him cordially, and asked him what he was doing in such a scandalous place. CHAPTER THE EIGHTH. Wiping away the sweat with his hands, he replied, “If you only knew what I have gone through!” “What was it?” I demanded. “A most respectable looking person came up to me,” he made reply, “while I was wandering all over the town and could not find where I had left my inn, and very graciously offered to guide me. He led me through some very dark and crooked alleys, to this place, pulled out his tool, and commenced to beg me to comply with his appetite. A whore had already vacated her cell for an as, and he had laid hands upon me, and, but for the fact that I was the stronger, I would have been compelled to take my medicine.” (While Ascyltos was telling me of his bad luck, who should come up again but this same very respectable looking person, in company with a woman not at all bad looking, and, looking at Ascyltos, he requested him to enter the house, assuring him that there was nothing to fear, and, since he was unwilling to take the passive part, he should have the active. The woman, on her part, urged me very persistently to accompany her, so we followed the couple, at last, and were conducted between the rows of name-boards, where we saw, in cells, many persons of each sex amusing themselves in such a manner) that it seemed to me that every one of them must have been drinking satyrion. (On catching sight of us, they attempted to seduce us with paederastic wantonness, and one wretch, with his clothes girded up, assaulted Ascyltos, and, having thrown him down upon a couch, attempted to gore him from above. I succored the sufferer immediately, however,) and having joined forces, we defied the troublesome wretch. (Ascyltos ran out of the house and took to his heels, leaving me as the object of their lewd attacks, but the crowd, finding me the stronger in body and purpose, let me go unharmed.) CHAPTER THE NINTH. (After having tramped nearly all over the city,) I caught sight of Giton, as though through a fog, standing at the end of the street, (on the very threshold of the inn,) and I hastened to the same place. When I inquired whether my “brother” had prepared anything for breakfast, the boy sat down upon the bed and wiped away the trickling tears with his thumb. I was greatly disturbed by such conduct on the part of my “brother,” and demanded to be told what had happened. After I had mingled threats with entreaties, he answered slowly and against his will, “That brother or comrade of yours rushed into the room a little while ago and commenced to attempt my virtue by force. When I screamed, he pulled out his tool and gritted out--If you’re a Lucretia, you’ve found your Tarquin!” When I heard this, I shook my fists in Ascyltos’ face, “What have you to say for yourself,” I snarled, “you rutting pathic harlot, whose very breath is infected?” Ascyltos pretended to bristle up and, shaking his fists more boldly still, he roared: “Won’t you keep quiet, you filthy gladiator, you who escaped from the criminal’s cage in the amphitheatre to which you were condemned (for the murder of your host?) Won’t you hold your tongue, you nocturnal assassin, who, even when you swived it bravely, never entered the lists with a decent woman in your life? Was I not a ‘brother’ to you in the pleasure-garden, in the same sense as that in which this boy now is in this lodging-house?” “You sneaked away from the master’s lecture,” I objected. CHAPTER THE TENTH. “What should I have done, you triple fool, when I was dying of hunger? I suppose I should have listened to opinions as much to the purpose as the tinkle of broken glass or the interpretation of dreams. By Hercules, you are much more deserving of censure than I, you who will flatter a poet so as to get an invitation to dinner!” Then we laughed ourselves out of a most disgraceful quarrel, and approached more peaceably whatever remained to be done. But the remembrance of that injury recurred to my mind and, “Ascyltos,” I said, “I know we shall not be able to agree, so let us divide our little packs of common stock and try to defeat our poverty by our individual efforts. Both you and I know letters, but that I may not stand in the way of any undertaking of yours, I will take up some other profession. Otherwise, a thousand trifles will bring us into daily collision and furnish cause for gossip through the whole town.” Ascyltos made no objection to this, but merely remarked, “As we, in our capacity of scholars, have accepted an invitation to dinner, for this date, let us not lose our night. Since it seems to be the graceful thing to do, I will look out for another lodging and another ‘brother,’ tomorrow.” “Deferred pleasures are a long time coming,” I sighed. It was lust that made this separation so hasty, for I had, for a long time, wished to be rid of a troublesome chaperon, so that I could resume my old relations with my Giton. (Bearing this affront with difficulty, Ascyltos rushed from the room, without uttering a word. Such a headlong outburst augured badly, for I well knew his ungovernable temper and his unbridled passion. On this account, I followed him out, desirous of fathoming his designs and of preventing their consequences, but he hid himself skillfully from my eyes, and all in vain, I searched for him for a long time.) CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH. After having had the whole town under my eyes, I returned to the little room and, having claimed the kisses which were mine in good faith, I encircled the boy in the closest of embraces and enjoyed the effect of our happy vows to a point that might be envied. Nor had all the ceremonies been completed, when Ascyltos stole stealthily up to the outside of the door and, violently wrenching off the bars, burst in upon me, toying with my “brother.” He filled the little room with his laughter and hand-clapping, pulled away the cloak which covered us, “What are you up to now, most sanctimonious ‘brother’?” he jeered. “What’s going on here, a blanket-wedding?” Nor did he confine himself to words, but, pulling the strap off his bag, he began to lash me very thoroughly, interjecting sarcasms the while, “This is the way you would share with your comrade, is it!” (The unexpectedness of the thing compelled me to endure the blows in silence and to put up with the abuse, so I smiled at my calamity, and very prudently, too, as otherwise I should have been put to the necessity of fighting with a rival. My pretended good humor soothed his anger, and at last, Ascyltos smiled as well. “See here, Encolpius,” he said, “are you so engrossed with your debaucheries that you do not realize that our money is gone, and that what we have left is of no value? In the summer, times are bad in the city. The country is luckier, let’s go and visit our friends.” Necessity compelled the approval of this plan, and the repression of any sense of injury as well, so, loading Giton with our packs, we left the city and hastened to the country-seat of Lycurgus, a Roman knight. Inasmuch as Ascyltos has formerly served him in the capacity of “brother,” he received us royally, and the company there assembled, rendered our stay still more delightful. In the first place, there was Tryphaena, a most beautiful woman, who had come in company with Lycas, the master of a vessel and owner of estates near the seashore. Although Lycurgus kept a frugal table, the pleasures we enjoyed in this most enchanting spot cannot be described in words. Of course you know that Venus joined us all up, as quickly as possible. The lovely Tryphaena pleased my taste, and listened willingly to my vows, but hardly had I had time to enjoy her favors when Lycas, in a towering rage because his preserves had been secretly invaded, demanded that I indemnify him in her stead. She was an old flame of his, so he broached the subject of a mutual exchange of favors. Burning with lust, he pressed his suit, but Tryphaena possessed my heart, and I said Lycas nay. By refusal, however, he was only made more ardent, followed me everywhere, entered my room at night, and, after his entreaties had met with contempt, he had recourse to violence against me, at which I yelled so lustily that I aroused the entire household, and, by the help of Lycurgus, I was delivered from the troublesome assault and escaped. At last, perceiving that the house of Lycurgus was not suitable to the prosecution of his design, he attempted to persuade me to seek his hospitality, and when his suggestion was refused, he made use of Tryphaena’s influence over me. She besought me to comply with Lycas’ desires, and she did this all the more readily as by that she hoped to gain more liberty of action. With affairs in this posture, I follow my love, but Lycurgus, who had renewed his old relations with Ascyltos, would not permit him to leave, so it was decided that he should remain with Lycurgus, but that we would accompany Lycas. Nevertheless, we had it understood among ourselves that whenever the opportunity presented itself, we would each pilfer whatever we could lay hands upon, for the betterment of the common stock. Lycas was highly delighted with my acceptance of his invitation and hastened our departure, so, bidding our friends good-bye, we arrived at his place on the very same day. Lycas had so arranged matters that, on the journey, he sat beside me, while Tryphaena was next to Giton, the reason for this being his knowledge of the woman’s notorious inconstancy; nor was he deceived, for she immediately fell in love with the boy, and I easily perceived it. In addition, Lycas took the trouble of calling my attention to the situation, and laid stress upon the truth of what we saw. On this account, I received his advances more graciously, at which he was overjoyed. He was certain that contempt would be engendered from the inconstancy of my “sister,” with the result that, being piqued at Tryphaena, I would all the more freely receive his advances. Now this was the state of affairs at the house of Lycas, Tryphaena was desperately in love with Giton, Giton’s whole soul was aflame for her, neither of them was a pleasing sight to my eyes, and Lycas, studying to please me, arranged novel entertainments each day, which Doris, his lovely wife, seconded to the best of her ability, and so gracefully that she soon expelled Tryphaena from my heart. A wink of the eye acquainted Doris of my passion, a coquettish glance informed me of the state of her heart, and this silent language, anticipating the office of the tongue, secretly expressed that longing of our souls which we had both experienced at the same instant. The jealousy of Lycas, already well known to me, was the cause of my silence, but love itself revealed to the wife the designs which Lycas had upon me. At our first opportunity of exchanging confidences, she revealed to me what she had discovered and I candidly confessed, telling her of the coldness with which I had always met his advances. The far-sighted woman remarked that it would be necessary for us to use our wits. It turned out that her advice was sound, for I soon found out that complacency to the one meant possession of the other. Giton, in the meantime, was recruiting his exhausted strength, and Tryphaena turned her attention to me, but, meeting with a repulse, she flounced out in a rage. The next thing this burning harlot did was to discover my commerce with both husband and wife. As for his wantonness with me, she flung that aside, as by it she lost nothing, but she fell upon the secret gratifications of Doris and made them known to Lycas, who, his jealousy proving stronger than his lust, took steps to get revenge. Doris, however, forewarned by Tryphaena’s maid, looked out for squalls and held aloof from any secret assignations. When I became aware of all this, I heartily cursed the perfidy of Tryphaena and the ungrateful soul of Lycas, and made up my mind to be gone. Fortune favored me, as it turned out, for a vessel sacred to Isis and laden with prize-money had, only the day before, run upon the rocks in the vicinity. After holding a consultation with Giton, at which he gladly gave consent to my plan, as Tryphaena visibly neglected him after having sapped his virility, we hastened to the sea-shore early on the following morning, and boarded the wreck, a thing easy of accomplishment as the watchmen, who were in the pay of Lycas, knew us well. But they were so attentive to us that there was no opportunity of stealing a thing until, having left Giton with them, I craftily slipped out of sight and sneaked aft where the statue of Isis stood, and despoiled it of a valuable mantle and a silver sistrum. From the master’s cabin, I also pilfered other valuable trifles and, stealthily sliding down a rope, went ashore. Giton was the only one who saw me and he evaded the watchmen and slipped away after me. I showed him the plunder, when he joined me, and we decided to post with all speed to Ascyltos, but we did not arrive at the home of Lycurgus until the following day. In a few words I told Ascyltos of the robbery, when he joined us, and of our unfortunate love-affairs as well. He was for prepossessing the mind of Lycurgus in our favor, naming the increasing wantonness of Lycas as the cause of our secret and sudden change of habitation. When Lycurgus had heard everything, he swore that he would always be a tower of strength between us and our enemies. Until Tryphaena and Doris were awake and out of bed, our flight remained undiscovered, for we paid them the homage of a daily attendance at the morning toilette. When our unwonted absence was noted, Lycas sent out runners to comb the sea-shore, for he suspected that we had been to the wreck, but he was still unaware of the robbery, which was yet unknown because the stern of the wreck was lying away from the beach, and the master had not, as yet, gone back aboard. Lycas flew into a towering rage when our flight was established for certain, and railed bitterly at Doris, whom he considered as the moving factor in it. Of the hard words and the beating he gave her I will say nothing, for the particulars are not known to me, but I will affirm that Tryphaena, who was the sole cause of the unpleasantness, persuaded Lycas to hunt for his fugitives in the house of Lycurgus, which was our most probable sanctuary. She volunteered to accompany him in person, so that she could load us with the abuse which we deserved at her hands. They set out on the following day and arrived at the estate of Lycurgus, but we were not there, for he had taken us to a neighboring town to attend the feast of Hercules, which was there being celebrated. As soon as they found out about this, they hastened to take to the road and ran right into us in the portico of the temple. At sight of them, we were greatly put out, and Lycas held forth violently to Lycurgus, upon the subject of our flight, but he was met with raised eyebrows and such a scowling forehead that I plucked up courage and, in a loud voice, passed judgment upon his lewd and base attempts and assaults upon me, not in the house of Lycurgus alone, but even under his own roof: and as for the meddling Tryphaena, she received her just deserts, for, at great length, I described her moral turpitude to the crowd, our altercation had caused a mob to collect, and, to give weight to my argument, I pointed to limber-hamed Giton, drained dry, as it were, and to myself, reduced almost to skin and bones by the raging lust of that nymphomaniac harlot. So humiliated were our enemies by the guffaws of the mob, that in gloomy ill-humor they beat a retreat to plot revenge. As they perceived that we had prepossessed the mind of Lycurgus in our favor, they decided to await his return, at his estate, in order that they might wean him away from his misapprehension. As the solemnities did not draw to a close until late at night, we could not reach Lycurgus’ country place, so he conducted us to a villa of his, situated near the halfway point of the journey, and, leaving us to sleep there until the next day, he set off for his estate for the purpose of transacting some business. Upon his arrival, he found Lycas and Tryphaena awaiting him, and they stated their case so diplomatically that they prevailed upon him to deliver us into their hands. Lycurgus, cruel by nature and incapable of keeping his word, was by this time striving to hit upon the best method of betraying us, and to that end, he persuaded Lycas to go for help, while he himself returned to the villa and had us put under guard. To the villa he came, and greeted us with a scowl as black as any Lycas himself had ever achieved, clenching his fists again and again, he charged us with having lied about Lycas, and, turning Ascyltos out, he gave orders that we were to be kept confined to the room in which we had retired to rest. Nor would he hear a word in our defense, from Ascyltos, but, taking the latter with him, he returned to his estate, reiterating his orders relative to our confinement, which was to last until his return. On the way back, Ascyltos vainly essayed to break down Lycurgus’ determination, but neither prayers nor caresses, nor even tears could move him. Thereupon my “brother” conceived the design of freeing us from our chains, and, antagonized by the stubbornness of Lycurgus, he positively refused to sleep with him, and through this he was in a better position to carry out the plan which he had thought out. When the entire household was buried in its first sleep, Ascyltos loaded our little packs upon his back and slipped out through a breach in the wall, which he had previously noted, arriving at the villa with the dawn. He gained entrance without opposition and found his way to our room, which the guards had taken the precaution to bar. It was easy to force an entrance, as the fastening was made of wood, which same he pried off with a piece of iron. The fall of the lock roused us, for we were snoring away, in spite of our unfortunate situation. On account of the long vigil, the guard was in such a deep sleep that we alone were wakened by the crashing fall of the lock, and Ascyltos, coming in, told us in a few words what he had done for us; but as far as that goes, not many were necessary. We were hurriedly dressing, when I was seized with the notion of killing the guard and stripping the place. This plan I confided to Ascyltos, who approved of the looting, but pointed out a more desirable solution without bloodshed: knowing all the crooks and turns, as he did, he led us to a store-room which he opened. We gathered up all that was of value and sallied forth while it was yet early in the morning. Shunning the public roads; we could not rest until we believed ourselves safe from pursuit. Ascyltos, when he had caught his breath, gloatingly exulted of the pleasure which the looting of a villa belonging to Lycurgus, a superlatively avaricious man, afforded him: he complained, with justice of his parsimony, affirming that he himself had received no reward for his k-nightly services, that he had been kept at a dry table and on a skimpy ration of food. This Lycurgus was so stingy that he denied himself even the necessities of life, his immense wealth to the contrary notwithstanding.) The tortured Tantalus still stands, to parch in his shifting pool, And starve, when fruit sways just beyond his grasp: The image of the miser rich, when his avaricious soul Robs him of food and drink, in Plenty’s clasp. (Ascyltos was for going to Naples that same day, but I protested the imprudence of going to any place where they would be on the lookout for us. “Let’s absent ourselves, for a while, and travel in the country. We are well supplied with means.” This advice took his fancy and we set out for a part of the country noted for the beauty of its estates, and where not a few of our acquaintances were enjoying the sports of the season. Scarcely had we covered half the distance, however, before it began to pour down rain by the bucketful, compelling us to run for the nearest village. Upon entering the inn, we noticed many other wayfarers, who had put up there to escape the storm. The jam prevented our being watched, and at the same time made it easier for us to pry about with curious eyes, on the alert for something to appropriate. Ascyltos, unseen by anyone, picked up off the ground a little pouch in which he found some gold pieces. We were overjoyed with this auspicious beginning, but, fearing that some one would miss the gold, we stealthily slipped out by the back door. A slave, who was saddling a horse in the courtyard, suddenly left his work and went into the house, as if he had forgotten something, and while he was gone I appropriated a superb mantle which was tied fast to the saddle, by untying the thongs, then, utilizing a row of outbuildings for cover, we made off into the nearest wood. When we had reached the depths of the grove, where we were in safety, we thoroughly discussed the surest method of secreting our gold, so that we would neither be accused of robbery nor robbed ourselves, and we finally decided to sew it into the hem of a ragged tunic, which I threw over my shoulders, after having turned the mantle over to Ascyltos for safekeeping; we then made ready to start for the city via the unfrequented roads. We were just about to emerge from the shelter of the wood when we heard, from somewhere on our left, “They can’t get away, they came into this wood; let’s spread out and beat, and they will easily be caught!” On hearing this, we were thrown into such a terrible fright that Ascyltos and Giton dashed away city-ward, through the underbrush, and I retreated in such a hurry that the precious tunic slipped off my shoulders without my knowing it. At last, completely fagged out, and unable to take another step, I lay down under a tree, and there I first became aware of the loss of the tunic. Chagrin restored my strength and I leaped to my feet to look for the treasure, and for a long time I beat around in vain. Worn out with work and vexation, I forced my way into the thickest part of the grove and remained there for four mortal hours, but at last, bored to extinction by the horrible solitude, I sought a way out. As I went ahead, I caught sight of a peasant; then I had need of all my nerve, and it did not fail me. Marching boldly up to him, I asked my way to the city, complaining that I had been lost in the wood for several hours. Seeing my condition, he took pity upon me, for I was covered with mud and paler than death, and asked me whether I had seen anyone in the place. “Not a soul,” I replied, whereupon he kindly conducted me to the high road, where he met two of his companions, who informed him that they had beaten along every path in the forest without having found anything except a tunic, which they showed him. As may be readily supposed, I did not have the audacity to claim it, though well aware of its value, and my chagrin became almost insupportable as I vented many a groaning curse over my lost treasure. The peasants paid no attention to me, and I was gradually left behind, as my weakness increased my pace decreased. For this reason, it was late when I reached the city, and, entering the inn, beheld Ascyltos, stretched out, half dead, upon a cot. Too far gone to utter a single syllable, I threw myself upon another. Ascyltos became greatly excited at not seeing the tunic which he had entrusted to me, demanding it insistently, but I was so weak that my voice refused its office and I permitted the apathy of my eyes to answer his demand, then, by and by, regaining my strength little by little, I related the whole affair to Ascyltos, in every detail. He thought that I was joking, and although my testimony was fortified by a copious flood of tears, it could easily be seen that he remained unconvinced, believing that I wanted to cheat him out of the gold. Giton, who was standing by during all this, was as downcast as myself, and the suffering of the lad only served to increase my own vexation, but the thing which bothered me most of all, was the painstaking search which was being made for us; I told Ascyltos of this, but he only laughed it off, as he had so happily extricated himself from the scrape. He was convinced that, as we were unknown and as no one had seen us, we were perfectly safe. We decided, nevertheless, to feign sickness, and to keep to our room as long as possible; but, before we knew it, our money ran out, and spurred by necessity we were forced to go abroad and sell some of our plunder.) CHAPTER THE TWELFTH. Twilight was falling, as we entered the market-place, in which we noticed a quantity of things for sale, not any of much value, it is true, but such as could be disposed of to the best advantage when the semi-darkness would serve to hide their doubtful origin. As we had brought our stolen mantle, we proceeded to make use of so favorable an opportunity, and, in a secluded spot, displayed a corner of it, hoping the splendid garment would attract some purchaser. Nor was it long before a certain peasant, whose face was familiar to my eyes, came up, accompanied by a young woman, and began to examine the garment very closely. Ascyltos, in turn, cast a glance at the shoulders of our rustic customer, and was instantly struck dumb with astonishment. Nor could I myself look upon this man without some emotion, for he seemed to be the identical person who had picked up the ragged tunic in the lonely wood, and, as a matter of fact, he was! Ascyltos, afraid to believe the evidence of his own eyes for fear of doing something rash, approached the man, as a prospective buyer, took the hem of the tunic from the rustic’s shoulders, and felt it thoroughly. CHAPTER THE THIRTEENTH. Oh wonderful stroke of Fortune! The peasant had not yet laid his meddling hands upon the seams, but was scornfully offering the thing for sale, as though it had been the leavings of some beggar. When Ascyltos had assured himself that the hoard was intact, and had taken note of the social status of the seller, he led me a little aside from the crowd and said, “Do you know, ‘brother,’ that the treasure about which I was so worked up has come back to us? That is the little tunic, and it seems that the gold pieces are still untouched. What ought we to do, and how shall we make good our claim?” I was overjoyed, not so much at seeing our booty, as I was for the reason that Fortune had released me from a very ugly suspicion. I was opposed to doing anything by devious methods, thinking that should he prove unwilling to restore to the proper owner an article not his own, it ought to come to a civil action and a judgment secured. CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH. Not so Ascyltos, who was afraid of the law, and demurred, “Who knows us here? Who will place any credence in anything we say? It seems to me that it would be better to buy, ours though it is, and we know it, and recover the treasure at small cost, rather than to engage in a doubtful lawsuit.” Of what avail are any laws, where money rules alone, Where Poverty can never win its cases? Detractors of the times, who bear the Cynic’s scrip, are known To often sell the truth, and keep their faces! So Justice is at public auction bought, The knight gives judgement as Gold says he ought. But, with the exception of a two-as piece with which we had intended purchasing peas and lupines, there was nothing to hand; so, for fear our loot should escape us in the interim, we resolved to appraise the mantle at less, and, through a small sacrifice, secure a greater profit. Accordingly, we spread it out, and the young woman of the covered head, who was standing by the peasant’s side, narrowly inspected the markings, seized the hem with both hands, and screamed “Thieves!” at the top of her voice. We were greatly disconcerted at this and, for fear that inactivity on our part should seem to lend color to her charges, we laid hold of the dirty ragged tunic, in our turn, and shouted with equal spite, that this was our property which they had in their possession; but our cases were by no means on an equality, and the hucksters who had crowded around us at the uproar, laughed at our spiteful claim, and very naturally, too, since one side laid claim to a very valuable mantle, while the other demanded a rag which was not worth a good patch. CHAPTER THE FIFTEENTH. Ascyltos, when he had secured silence, adroitly put a stop to their laughter by exclaiming, “We can see that each puts the greater value upon his own property. Let them return our tunic to us, and take back their mantle!” This exchange was satisfactory enough to the peasant and the young woman, but some night-prowling shyster lawyers, who wished to get possession of the mantle for their own profit, demanded that both articles be deposited with them, and the judge could look into the case on the morrow, for it would appear that the ownership of the articles was not so much to the point as was the suspicion of robbery that attached to both sides. The question of sequestration arose, and one of the hucksters, I do not remember which, but he was bald, and his forehead was covered with sebaceous wens, and he sometimes did odd jobs for the lawyers, seized the mantle and vowed that HE would see to it that it was produced at the proper time and place, but it was easily apparent that he desired nothing but that the garment should be deposited with thieves, and vanish; thinking that we would be afraid to appear as claimants for fear of being charged with crime. As far as we were concerned, we were as willing as he, and Fortune aided the cause of each of us, for the peasant, infuriated at our demand that his rags be shown in public, threw the tunic in Ascyltos’ face, released us from responsibility, and demanded that the mantle, which was the only object of litigation, be sequestered. As we thought we had recovered our treasure, we returned hurriedly to the inn, and fastening the door, we had a good laugh at the shrewdness of the hucksters, and not less so at that of our enemies, for by it they had returned our money to us. (While we were unstitching the tunic to get at the gold pieces, we overheard some one quizzing the innkeeper as to what kind of people those were, who had just entered his house. Alarmed at this inquiry, I went down, when the questioner had gone, to find out what was the matter, and learned that the praetor’s lictor, whose duty it was to see that the names of strangers were entered in his rolls, had seen two people come into the inn, whose names were not yet entered, and that was the reason he had made inquiry as to their names and means of support. Mine host furnished this information in such an offhand manner that I became suspicious as to our entire safety in his house; so, in order to avoid arrest, we decided to go out, and not to return home until after dark, and we sallied forth, leaving the management of dinner to Giton. As it suited our purpose to avoid the public streets, we strolled through the more unfrequented parts of the city, and just at dusk we met two women in stolas, in a lonely spot, and they were by no means homely. Walking softly, we followed them to a temple which they entered, and from which we could hear a curious humming, which resembled the sound of voices issuing from the depths of a cavern. Curiosity impelled us also to enter the temple. There we caught sight of many women, who resembled Bacchantes, each of whom brandished in her right hand an emblem of Priapus. We were not permitted to see more, for as their eyes fell upon us, they raised such a hubbub that the vault of the temple trembled. They attempted to lay hands upon us, but we ran back to our inn as fast as we could go.) CHAPTER THE SIXTEENTH. We had just disposed of the supper prepared by Giton, when there came a timid rapping at the door. We turned pale. “Who is there?” we asked. “Open and you will find out,” came the answer. While we were speaking, the bar fell down of its own accord, the doors flew open and admitted our visitor. She was the selfsame young lady of the covered head who had but a little while before stood by the peasant’s side. “So you thought,” said she, “that you could make a fool of me, did you? I am Quartilla’s handmaid: Quartilla, whose rites you interrupted in the shrine. She has come to the inn, in person, and begs permission to speak with you. Don’t be alarmed! She neither blames your mistake nor does she demand punishment; on the contrary, she wonders what god has brought such well-bred young gentlemen into her neighborhood!” CHAPTER THE SEVENTEENTH. We were still holding our tongues and refraining from any expression of opinion, when the lady herself entered the room, attended by a little girl. Seating herself upon the bed, she wept for a long time. Not even then did we interject a single word, but waited, all attention, for what was to follow these well ordered tears and this show of grief. When the diplomatic thunderstorm had passed over, she withdrew her haughty head from her mantle and, ringing her hands until the joints cracked, “What is the meaning of such audacity?” she demanded; “where did you learn such tricks? They are worthy of putting to shame the assurance of all the robbers of the past! I pity you, so help me the God of Truth, I do; for no one can look with impunity upon that which it is unlawful for him to see. In our neighborhood, there are so many gods that it is easier to meet one than it is to find a man! But do not think that I was actuated by any desire for revenge when I came here: I am more moved by your age than I am by my own injury, for it is my belief that youthful imprudence led you into committing a sacrilegious crime. That very night, I tossed so violently in the throes of a dangerous chill that I was afraid I had contracted a tertian ague, and in my dreams I prayed for a medicine. I was ordered to seek you out, and to arrest the progress of the disease by means of an expedient to be suggested by your wonderful penetration! The cure does not matter so much, however, for a deeper grief gnaws at my vitals and drags me down, almost to the very doors of death itself. I am afraid that, with the careless impulsiveness of youth, you may divulge, to the common herd, what you witnessed in the shrine of Priapus, and reveal the rites of the gods to the rabble. On this account, I stretch out my suppliant hands to your knees, and beg and pray that you do not make a mockery and a joke of our nocturnal rites, nor lay bare the secrets of so many years, into which scarcely a thousand persons are initiated.” CHAPTER THE EIGHTEENTH. The tears poured forth again, after this appeal, and, shaken by deep sobs, she buried her whole face and breast in my bed; and I, moved by pity and by apprehension, begged her to be of good cheer and to make herself perfectly easy as to both of those issues, for not only would we not betray any secrets to the rabble, but we would also second divine providence, at any peril to ourselves, if any god had indicated to her any cure for her tertian ague. The woman cheered up at this promise, and smothered me with kisses; from tears she passed to laughter, and fell to running her fingers through the long hair that hung down about my ears. “I will declare a truce with you,” she said, “and withdraw my complaint. But had you been unwilling to administer the medicine which I seek, I had a troop in readiness for the morrow, which would have exacted satisfaction for my injury and reparation for my dignity! To be flouted is disgraceful, but to dictate terms, sublime Pleased am I to choose what course I will, Even sages will retort an insult at the proper tune. Victor most is he who does not kill.” Then she suddenly clapped her hands, and broke into such a peal of laughter that we were alarmed. The maid, who had been the first to arrive, did likewise, on one side of us, as also did the little girl who had entered with the madame herself. CHAPTER THE NINETEENTH. The whole place was filled with mocking laughter, and we, who could see no reason for such a change of front, stared blankly at each other and then at the women. (Then Quartilla spoke up, finally,) “I gave orders that no mortal man should be admitted into this inn, this day, so that I could receive the treatment for my ague without interruption!” Ascyltos was, for the moment, struck dumb by this admission of Quartilla’s, and I turned colder than a Gallic winter, and could not utter a word; but the personnel of the company relieved me from the fear that the worst might be yet to come, for they were only three young women, too weak to attempt any violence against us, who were of the male sex, at least, even if we had nothing else of the man about us, and this was an asset. Then, too, we were girded higher, and I had so arranged matters that if it came to a fight, I would engage Quartilla myself, Ascyltos the maid, and Giton the girl. (While I was turning over this plan in my mind, Quartilla came to close quarters, to receive the treatment for her ague, but having her hopes disappointed, she flounced out in a rage and, returning in a little while, she had us overpowered by some unknown vagabonds, and gave orders for us to be carried away to a splendid palace.) Then our determination gave place to astonishment, and death, sure and certain, began to obscure the eyes of suffering. CHAPTER THE TWENTIETH. “Pray; madame,” I groaned, “if you have anything worse in store, bring it on quickly for we have not committed a crime so heinous as to merit death by torture.” The maid, whose name was Psyche, quickly spread a blanket upon the floor (and) sought to secure an erection by fondling my member, which was already a thousand times colder than death. Ascyltos, well aware by now of the danger of dipping into the secrets of others, covered his head with his mantle. (In the meantime,) the maid took two ribbons from her bosom and bound our feet with one and our hands with the other. (Finding myself trussed up in this fashion, I remarked, “You will not be able to cure your mistress’ ague in this manner!” “Granted,” the maid replied, “but I have other and surer remedies at hand,” she brought me a vessel full of satyrion, as she said this, and so cheerfully did she gossip about its virtues that I drank down nearly all of the liquor, and because Ascyltos had but a moment before rejected her advances, she sprinkled the dregs upon his back, without his knowing it.) When this repartee had drawn to a close, Ascyltos exclaimed, “Don’t I deserve a drink?” Given away by my laughter, the maid clapped her hands and cried, “I put one by you, young man; did you drink so much all by yourself?” “What’s that you say?”, Quartilla chimed in. “Did Encolpius drink all the satyrion there was in the house?” And she laughed delightfully until her sides shook. Finally not even Giton himself could resist a smile, especially when the little girl caught him around the neck and showered innumerable kisses upon him, and he not at all averse to it. CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIRST. We would have cried aloud in our misery but there was no one to give us any help, and whenever I attempted to shout, “Help! all honest citizens,” Psyche would prick my cheeks with her hairpin, and the little girl would intimidate Ascyltos with a brush dipped in satyrion. Then a catamite appeared, clad in a myrtle-colored frieze robe, and girded round with a belt. One minute he nearly gored us to death with his writhing buttocks, and the next, he befouled us so with his stinking kisses that Quartilla, with her robe tucked high, held up her whalebone wand and ordered him to give the unhappy wretches quarter. Both of us then took a most solemn oath that so dread a secret should perish with us. Several wrestling instructors appeared and refreshed us, worn out as we were, by a massage with pure oil, and when our fatigue had abated, we again donned our dining clothes and were escorted to the next room, in which were placed three couches, and where all the essentials necessary to a splendid banquet were laid out in all their richness. We took our places, as requested, and began with a wonderful first course. We were all but submerged in Falernian wine. When several other courses had followed, and we were endeavoring to keep awake Quartilla exclaimed, “How dare you think of going to sleep when you know that the vigil of Priapus is to be kept?” CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SECOND. Worn out by all his troubles, Ascyltos commenced to nod, and the maid, whom he had slighted, and of course insulted, smeared lampblack all over his face, and painted his lips and shoulders with vermillion, while he drowsed. Completely exhausted by so many untoward adventures, I, too, was enjoying the shortest of naps, the whole household, within and without, was doing the same, some were lying here and there asleep at our feet, others leaned against the walls, and some even slept head to head upon the threshold itself; the lamps, failing because of a lack of oil, shed a feeble and flickering light, when two Syrians, bent upon stealing an amphora of wine, entered the dining-room. While they were greedily pawing among the silver, they pulled the amphora in two, upsetting the table with all the silver plate, and a cup, which had flown pretty high, cut the head of the maid, who was drowsing upon a couch. She screamed at that, thereby betraying the thieves and wakening some of the drunkards. The Syrians, who had come for plunder, seeing that they were about to be detected, were so quick to throw themselves down besides a couch and commence to snore as if they had been asleep for a long time, that you would have thought they belonged there. The butler had gotten up and poured oil in the flickering lamps by this time, and the boys, having rubbed their eyes open, had returned to their duty, when in came a female cymbal player and the crashing brass awoke everybody. CHAPTER THE TWENTY-THIRD. The banquet began all over again, and Quartilla challenged us to a drinking-bout, the crash of the cymbals lending ardor to her revel. A catamite appeared, the stalest of all mankind, well worthy of that house. Heaving a sigh, he wrung his hands until the joints cracked, and spouted out the following verses, "Hither, hither quickly gather, pathic companions boon; Artfully stretch forth your limbs and on with the dance and play! Twinkling feet and supple thighs and agile buttocks in tune, Hands well skilled in raising passions, Delian eunuchs gay!” When he had finished his poetry, he slobbered a most evil-smelling kiss upon me, and then, climbing upon my couch, he proceeded with all his might and main to pull all of my clothing off. I resisted to the limit of my strength. He manipulated my member for a long time, but all in vain. Gummy streams poured down his sweating forehead, and there was so much chalk in the wrinkles of his cheeks that you might have mistaken his face for a roofless wall, from which the plaster was crumbling in a rain. CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FOURTH. Driven to the last extremity, I could no longer keep back the tears. “Madame,” I burst out, “is this the night-cap which you ordered served to me?” Clapping her hands softly she cried out, “Oh you witty rogue, you are a fountain of repartee, but you never knew before that a catamite was called a k-night-cap, now did you?” Then, fearing my companion would come off better than I, “Madame,” I said, “I leave it to your sense of fairness: is Ascyltos to be the only one in this dining-room who keeps holiday?” “Fair enough,” conceded Quartilla, “let Ascyltos have his k-night-cap too!” On hearing that, the catamite changed mounts, and, having bestridden my comrade, nearly drove him to distraction with his buttocks and his kisses. Giton was standing between us and splitting his sides with laughter when Quartilla noticed him, and actuated by the liveliest curiosity, she asked whose boy he was, and upon my answering that he was my “brother,” “Why has he not kissed me then?” she demanded. Calling him to her, she pressed a kiss upon his mouth, then putting her hand beneath his robe, she took hold of his little member, as yet so undeveloped. “This,” she remarked, “shall serve me very well tomorrow, as a whet to my appetite, but today I’ll take no common fare after choice fish!” CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIFTH. She was still talking when Psyche, who was giggling, came to her side and whispered something in her ear. What it was, I did not catch. “By all means,” ejaculated Quartilla, “a brilliant idea! Why shouldn’t our pretty little Pannychis lose her maidenhead when the opportunity is so favorable?” A little girl, pretty enough, too, was led in at once; and she was the same one who had before accompanied Quartilla to our room. Amidst universal applause, and in response to the demands of all, they made ready to perform the nuptial rites. I was completely out of countenance, and insisted that such a modest boy as Giton was entirely unfitted for such a wanton part, and moreover, that the child was not of an age at which she could receive that which a woman must take. “Is that so,” Quartilla scoffed, “is she any younger than I was, when I submitted to my first man? Juno, my patroness, curse me if I can remember the time when I ever was a virgin, for I diverted myself with others of my own age, as a child then as the years passed, I played with bigger boys, until at last I reached my present age. I suppose that this explains the origin of the proverb, ‘Who carried the calf may carry the bull,’ as they say.” As I feared that Giton might run greater risk if I were absent, I got up to take part in the ceremony. CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SIXTH. Psyche had already enveloped the child’s head in the bridal-veil, the catamite, holding a torch, led the long procession of drunken women which followed; they were clapping their hands, having previously decked out the bridal-bed with a suggestive drapery. Quartilla, spurred on by the wantonness of the others, seized hold of Giton and drew him into the bridal-chamber. There was no doubt of the boy’s perfect willingness to go, nor was the girl at all alarmed at the name of marriage. When they were finally in bed, and the door shut, we seated ourselves outside the door of the bridal-chamber, and Quartilla applied a curious eye to a chink, purposely made, watching their childish dalliance with lascivious attention. She then drew me gently over to her side that I might share the spectacle with her, and when we both attempted to peep our faces were pressed against each other; whenever she was not engrossed in the performance, she screwed up her lips to meet mine, and pecked at me continually with furtive kisses. [A thunderous hammering was heard at the door, while all this was going on, and everyone wondered what this unexpected interruption could mean, when we saw a soldier, one of the night-watch, enter with a drawn sword in his hand, and surrounded by a crowd of young rowdies. He glared about him with savage eyes and blustering mien, and, catching sight of Quartilla, presently, “What’s up now, you shameless woman,” he bawled; “what do you mean by making game of me with lying promises, and cheating me out of the night you promised me? But you won’t get off unpunished! You and that lover of yours are going to find out that I’m a man!” At the soldier’s orders, his companion bound Quartilla and myself together, mouth to mouth, breast to breast, and thigh to thigh; and not without a great deal of laughter. Then the catamite, also at the soldier’s order, began to beslaver me all over with the fetid kisses of his stinking mouth, a treatment I could neither fly from, nor in any other way avoid. Finally, he ravished me, and worked his entire pleasure upon me. In the meantime, the satyrion which I had drunk only a little while before spurred every nerve to lust and I began to gore Quartilla impetuously, and she, burning with the same passion, reciprocated in the game. The rowdies laughed themselves sick, so moved were they by that ludicrous scene, for here was I, mounted by the stalest of catamites, involuntarily and almost unconsciously responding with as rapid a cadence to him as Quartilla did in her wriggling under me. While this was going on, Pannychis, unaccustomed at her tender years to the pastime of Venus, raised an outcry and attracted the attention of the soldier, by this unexpected howl of consternation, for this slip of a girl was being ravished, and Giton the victor, had won a not bloodless victory. Aroused by what he saw, the soldier rushed upon them, seizing Pannychis, then Giton, then both of them together, in a crushing embrace. The virgin burst into tears and plead with him to remember her age, but her prayers availed her nothing, the soldier only being fired the more by her childish charms. Pannychis covered her head at last, resolved to endure whatever the Fates had in store for her. At this instant, an old woman, the very same who had tricked me on that day when I was hunting for our lodging, came to the aid of Pannychis, as though she had dropped from the clouds. With loud cries, she rushed into the house, swearing that a gang of footpads was prowling about the neighborhood and the people invoked the help of “All honest men,” in vain, for the members of the night-watch were either asleep or intent upon some carouse, as they were nowhere to be found. Greatly terrified at this, the soldier rushed headlong from Quartilla’s house. His companions followed after him, freeing Pannychis from impending danger and relieving the rest of us from our fear.] (I was so weary of Quartilla’s lechery that I began to meditate means of escape. I made my intentions known to Ascyltos, who, as he wished to rid himself of the importunities of Psyche, was delighted; had not Giton been shut up in the bridal-chamber, the plan would have presented no difficulties, but we wished to take him with us, and out of the way of the viciousness of these prostitutes. We were anxiously engaged in debating this very point, when Pannychis fell out of bed, and dragged Giton after her, by her own weight. He was not hurt, but the girl gave her head a slight bump, and raised such a clamor that Quartilla, in a terrible fright, rushed headlong into the room, giving us the opportunity of making off. We did not tarry, but flew back to our inn where,) throwing ourselves upon the bed, we passed the remainder of the night without fear. (Sallying forth next day, we came upon two of our kidnappers, one of whom Ascyltos savagely attacked the moment he set eyes upon him, and, after having thrashed and seriously wounded him, he ran to my aid against the other. He defended himself so stoutly, however, that he wounded us both, slightly, and escaped unscathed.) The third day had now dawned, the date set for the free dinner (at Trimalchio’s,) but battered as we were, flight seemed more to our taste than quiet, so (we hastened to our inn and, as our wounds turned out to be trifling, we dressed them with vinegar and oil, and went to bed. The ruffian whom we had done for, was still lying upon the ground and we feared detection.) Affairs were at this pass, and we were framing melancholy excuses with which to evade the coming revel, when a slave of Agamemnon’s burst in upon our trembling conclave and said, “Don’t you know with whom your engagement is today? The exquisite Trimalchio, who keeps a clock and a liveried bugler in his dining-room, so that he can tell, instantly, how much of his life has run out!” Forgetting all our troubles at that, we dressed hurriedly and ordered Giton, who had very willingly performed his servile office, to follow us to the bath. Continued... Notes; 1. During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers. 2. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was is dated between 1st century BC and 3rd century AD 3. The ". THE SATYRICONIS is written by PETRONIUS ARBITER 4. The surviving sections of the original (much longer) text detail the bizarre exploits of the narrator, Encolpius, and his slave and boyfriend Giton, a handsome d boy. 5. All characters be read as of more than age of 18 years. 6. My sincere apologies to the author of the Novel and readers for editing, or modifying the underage content, if any, to make it suitable for publishing in Modern times. |
The main character, let's call him Harry, ado you can call him any way you want at the beginning of the game... so anyway... Harry found himself in a lovely family of beautiful females for all kind of taste. His Mom, actress Kendra Lust, is Hot Milf, she's dominant and very strict, and if you don't behave... you know your self what can happen then. Harry also has two sister's, elderly Katrina, good looking blonde and youngest person in the house, Laura. The story begins, straight after the death of Harry father. Well... nobody interested in funeral I hope, so that part is missing. Mom has a porn ban in the house, and Harry has some real issues with that. Young hormones let him know, he needs sex, and he needs it a lot. Lock in the bathroom doesn't work correctly, sure who is was fixing that. Borat himself, by the way, Borat in this story is Harrys' dead father, or at least, Harry thinks this way at the beginning of the game. Harry walks in his one of the sister's and Mother once some of them taking a shower or bath. Images are hard to get rid of his head, and he has very naughty dreams of incest. All this leads Harry into the dangerous peepings on his sisters and Mom. Once Mom catches him, she is deadly serious, if Harry doesn't stop, there will be a coincidence. Now a little bit about Harry's family. His Mom works as a teacher in the local school. Katrina is in medical college, she has some lovely friends, Malvina and Coco. Laura is in the same school as Mom, only what she still in the last semester, her friends usually play in the park, Piggy and beautiful teenage, Nutella who might become Harry's girlfriend. Harry, at the start, can only make money by playing poker online. But it's thought to do it, as he is always horny, and the only time he can release his pressure, it's at night, then on Tv shows adult channel. But even that is hard to do, as the same Tv uses his Mom. And she too, after her husband died, need to release some steam. So Harry catches her in the middle of masturbating. Mom may feel the guilt because of that, but may feel ok, it depends on her love to Harry. Katrina too, young girl, and young horny body. She also needs it. Harry catches her masturbating in her room or the bath. Only poor Laura don't masturbate, but that could be changed if Harry will introduce her to adult life. It all starts with Laura, once on Thursday on their date, Harry with Laura sees a crazy scene, girl in the park is flushing her pussy for them. After that incident, Harry decides to play with Laura game he played a long time ago. "I show you mine, and you show me yours." Nobody did get naked this time. But this innocent game will change everything. Now it's only a matter of time... Harry can meet other girls in the park and once go to the shop to buy groceries for Mom. But it's not much to do with them at the first 5 days. At first, Harry needs to explore his family. So that's how passes the first five days. Nothing significant happens, but here is a crazy weekend who might turn Harry's life upside down, and if this weekend doesn't, next week will leave him in a situation where he is all in. Early in the morning, Harry looks for his Mom but finds her outside doing yoga. Mom's yoga is so hot what Harry might end up coming into his pants. If so, Mom may give him, so magazines just to wank off. But these magazines, uncover's your Mother's true nature. She is into a dominatrix. Or at least it looks so for Harry. And if you are willing to play, so your Mom too. The next, Harry visits Laura's room. The girl sounds sleep but starting waking up. He uncovers her butt so that beautiful peace of ass could breathe. Soon Laura awake. "What the fuck, brother. What the heck are you doing you into my room?" It all may end up to Harry badly. He may very much cum into his pats, maybe even second time that morning, but he may not. One way or other, what will happens next, Harry follow his sister to the bathroom. This time Laura didn't lock the door for a reason. She wants to be seen. She wants to show her beautiful teenage body to her always horny brother. What could be better than that? Freedom. Freedom to do everything. Freedom to see your cute sister undress and nobody get angry with you. So she did. After that, she asks Harry to leave. But... she not locking the bathroom door, so Harry, like and supposed to for good brother, spying on her sister masturbating for the first time. A young girl thinks about the only man she knows, her brother, YOU. She comes. And so you too. And Mom catches you by the hand. She is very serious. This can no longer continue. So she says, she will take care of things, by her own words. We will see about that. Saturday didn't end here. You with Laura go to the forest, where for Harry to decide, you want to go deep into the woods and meet Hagrid? Or maybe you want to go around and meet Anthon? How about Nutella? Any desition Harry make will influence what will happen in the future. Nothing can be changed. If Anthon will have fun with your sister, be ready to pay coincidence. If you meet Hagrid, next, you may want to visit his house with Nutella or/and Katrina, and maybe come back to his house with Laura once again. It's a lovely farm there, and you read on the internet, what females have some intense lust for animals. Will, you allow this to happen in your own game? For you to decide. But we have to move on. It's just so many things to put it on here... ... and so, here is a moment of truth... your Mom may go for a date or may not. All this will depend on how good Sunny you were. Did you help your Mother with the money after your father died? Did you help with the dishes? How many times your Mom caught you spying on her and your sister's? But anything that happens in the game will bring you a different story. There are no right or wrong answers in the game. Just do what you like and look at what outcomes it will deliver. Maybe you even learn something from this game this way. Let's say, I learned how to dominate girls playing one of the old QSP game called Schoolgirl. And I end up with two female slaves willing to do for me anything, and I mean anything. If I managed to do it, you could do to. After all, we all here for emotions and discovery of our sexuality. There was written in old Oracle in Ancient Greece, "know your self." And it's nothing more important then to know your self. How can you be happy if you don't know your sexuality? Are you dominant? Or submissive? Do you get off looking into young girls? Or maybe you like to be dominated? Do you want to wear girl clothes? How about your loved one? Do you wish to share? Do you like your loved one to cheat on you? Or maybe vice versa? If you don't know, you on the right track, baby. This game is made so people could discover them self. So there did I finished... Ok... After being out for Saturday night, Mom send's you some pictures. But whoops, a mistake happens. She sends you her naked selfies. For you to decide, you want to keep them or delete them. Anyway, Mom gonna check up your phone. And if photos are there she might get angry on you, but she also might not, it depends... Also, she might show you her naked body, do you hand or maybe even blow job. And that all on Saturday late at night. But I think I skip some essential things in the story. Ronny, also known as Ron from the original Harry Potter story visit your house. Here two boys may decide to do the prank. Get them self naked and hard, make selfie, and sure Ronny will send that picture to Harry's Mom. Try this prank in your real life and see how it works. After that, Ronny will ask to put a mini camera into girl's locker room in the school there Harry's Mom and sister goes. Sure, Ronny sells drugs, or so-called magic potions, which will make women insane. He has two, but it costs. Be ready to pay him some good bucks. The first magic potion you can use on Malvina. Who read carefully knows, it's Katrina's best friend, going with her to the same college. If so, Malvina will go mad. She will start dancing almost naked at the party, and girl don't like to wear panties. Soon you will discover that your self. After, if you drugged her, she will give you her head in the toilet. Sunday is more quit day. Mom going to shopping and you staying to keep watch on your sister's. I hope you do a good job. NOT? Once again you can go to the forest with Laura, sure, if you didn't share her with Anthon, if so, for some time you may forget about Laura, but only for some time. There is a surprise waiting for you to discover her in the bathroom. Malvina is visiting your house. Same girl what just yesterday gave you her head. She tells Harry what she is actually lesbian and not much into the boys. What, what happened yesterday was an unfortunate mistake and won't happen again. She also tells you a secret, she fell for Katrina long time ago, but Katrina doesn't know anything about it, she also likes your another sister very much too. Harry can play on Malvina's success, or just get rid of her once so even if he chooses so. But about that... just follow the lines. Once Mom back from her shopping, you both watch a movie of your choice and here you can try to drug your Mother. If you succeed, she will give you her head. Monday begins with the nightmare. You see some bold guy who says what he killed your father. Once you wake up, you think, you still don't know who it was, who killed your father, so you decide to talk about that with your Mom having your morning coffee in the kitchen. Once you back to your room, you check the one thing what's left of your dead father, it's his photo. You find some internet address on the back of that photo. Soon you discover, your father was magician, and he left for you magical books in the secret chamber. Harry has some quest to go through to find that chamber. There he learns first two magic spells. On Thursday, your cousin Mirela visits your house. Harry has a lot of fun with her and may even see her completely naked. Mirela has her story on her own. Her evil Mom, Lisa, forces her to go into the beauty contest. Also, she wants her to marrie some old Muslim pervert. Mierla asks Harry for help in return she says, she could be his. But how to help a poor girl? Only the future will shows. On Friday, once again, you have a chance to watch something educational with your Mom. What Mom's and Son's watch on telly these days? Same old... same old... You decided to watch some porn. If you watch paid channel there black guy dominating white Milf who looks exactly like your Mom... there will be a coincidence, so-called BBC. If you don't want that. Watch something else then. If Harry did the prank, two more magic spells are open hor him. He might turn himself into a girl. Trany or Futa, or he might decide to try each of them. But if Harry being Futa will decide to taste his sperm... his decision is already made. He may discover that then it's too late reading articles online. Both of your sisters start to open up little by little. But as you probably know by your self, virgins are hard to reach. So Laura on this week take off her panties but don't gonna show you her pussy. She finds it very adventures and goes to school without them. But here is a problem with the teacher and she got her naked ass spanked. If you influenced Laura enough to change her look. She is blondie now, and as grow up, she doesn't want to go just play in the park with toys. She wishes now go to the fast-food restaurant, and like a good brother, you take her out. You ask her not to wear panties on the next time you go out, and she will if you buy her fags, yes, your sister growing up fast. Next thing she also goes to the school, but her problem is not the panties, or better to say, their absence. She got caught smoking by school principal Hilary. Her ass also got spanked. So no matter Laura grew up or not, she will get punished anyway. Your imagination helps to see all in details what happens in the school. Katrina now in the mornings expect you in the kitchen wearing only her nighty's and black strings underneath. She willingly shows you her panties more and more, but at this moment, don't move any forward for now. If Laura had her fun with the Anthon, she would be missing for a few hours after school. Soon you with horror discover, she is meeting up with that creep you met in the forest. All this leads to Anthon sadistic games on your poor little sister. Harry having more and more fun with other girls. Here is Germiona, better known as Hermione Granger from Harry Potter story. He finally decides to help her out with her groceries bags wants she do her shopping and walks the girl to her creepy looking house. After, the friendship will arise between these two, and Harry free to meet her in the park after Germiona's school. Nutella is becoming more and more friendly, as well. Harry, with her, goes to the forest to Hagrid's house. Explores his farm with horses pigs. Nutella might have an accident there if you are into zoophilia mode. Another weekend and Mom again might go for a date with someone or might go out with the girls. This time it depends did you brought utilities to your house. The coffee machine and the dishwasher will help a lot. Also, old tricks, like giving Mom money or helping with the dishes, if you didn't bring a dishwasher by that time it helps a lot of ass well. If she never goes on a date, Harry catches her drunk in her room after the party. Harry fucks his Mother brains out. Katrina might hear Mom moaning, and she might be on the quest to discover, who is fucking her Mom. That's not all, on Sunday morning, Harry will fuck Mom's brains out once again and one more time in the evening. Sure, that's all if Mom never goes on a date, but if she does, utterly different content will follow. Also, if Laura met Anthon, that may fuck things up. So be careful with your choices, my friend. Once Harry goes to eat to Mc Donalds he finds there Germiona. After having food with her, they both agree to meet up in the park. Once there, they both go to the coffee shop. Germiona loves cakes and cookies, and Harry is free to explore that. After that, Germiona invites Harry to her house. Now it's only a matter of time, then she will become his girlfriend. Also, the weekend will bring you new magic spells. Now you can see the future depend on the choices you make. This magic will be a game-changer, as by using it, you will see what tomorrow will bring if you choose different decisions. Also, you will learn the most powerful magic of all, turning back time. This way, you can be in two places at the same time separately. And what can be better than that, then you have to take care of so many girls? After all, Harry Potter, it's all about magic. Right? On the weekend, if money is short, you may start looking for a side job, or maybe even full employment. There are many options independent of what choices Harry will make. On week 3, more magic. This time Harry learns from his sisters, what father was casting some Somnia speels on them, then girls were sleeping. He decides to check and finds the spell, but he only can learn one, and witch one he learns will have a significant influence on the story. Many things will follow after Harry uses speels. His family members act weird never the less. He got closer and closer to his Mother, and closer to his sweet sisters as well. Now he can visit Germiona house and meet her Mom and Father. Germiona's Mom has her secrets. If you not into the TGirls, I would suggest leaving her Mamma alone. Harry leans about the photoshoot what been made once Germiona. She was posing to the camera naked. Germiona still keeps these photo somewhere hidden. Once Germiona become Harry's girlfriend, she might open her secret up to him. After all, it is nothing wrong to check your girlfriend naked photos. Right? If Harry into cross-dressing, on Monday he visits the school twice, many things will happen in depend he is Futa or Trany. If Harry did the prank on Malvina on last Sunday, many more possibilities to make more pranks will arise. He can force females into pissing them self in public places. Also, if he is together with his sister, he may influence girls into this perverted passion. This will lead to many scenes on his own in the future. On Friday, Harry can do another prank on his other sister, Katrina. She may piss her self in your house, attic. If you up for zoophilia content, Katrina will be more and more interested in dogs, as well into horses. The incredible thing will happen with Laura. Once you in the park, she will start kissing random dogs. Soon you will find out why. Some time ago you brought a book with zoophilia content to your elder sister Katrina, now that book somehow ends up in Laura's room. The only question is, can you stop now girls to discovering their true nature? Well... only time will show. Mom will heart her back in the gym. Sure, there is a man in the house now, or maybe not. One way or the other, Harry ends up doing massages for his Mom. But what kind of massage without a little bit of taste of Mom's sweetest pussy, or her sucking your cock or just sick straight fucking. Harry even can start breading his Mom. After all, he's on his way to becoming his own father, whatever it means. Crazy interactions with Mom, after using sleep spell on her at midnight will leads to mad sex in the kitchen, then Katrina might catch you by the cock one day. If Harry someday won't satisfie his Mom, she might very well catch him by the hand in the corridor and lead him into her room for good hard fucking. From this point, Harry has no escape. Sex, it's what he has to give his Mom now, not his free choice anymore. If Harry will not succeed this much, and could not have sex with Mom, things will go even more interesting for him. His dominant Mother will start to dominate him and push to be her slave. If he was terrible Sunny, she might put a chastity device on his member. If he did something very wrong, and I mean something very very wrong, she might even fuck his ass in literary meaning. Cousin Mirela once again will visit your house on Thursday. If Harry is smart, he will catch her in Laura's room changing. It's nice to see teen pussy after all. Mirela will stay over like and last time. But because at this moment Harry doesn't know how to help her, nothing unusual between them won't arise. So this is as much as it's done for now my friends. But is it story over? My answer is... absolutely not. I'm working on a new game update, day and night. Here what is today already created: On Friday night, Harry will try his sleep magic on one of his family members. But here is a problem, he felt too tired. What to do next? He goes into the secret chamber and learns one of two magic spells. From now on, he has to decide, what side is to take. He wants to become a dark magic lord or light magic magician. If he chooses so to become dark magic lord, he will become a vampire, if light magic magician, he will learn to transfer his lust into the energy. Any choice he will make him less reliable on his energy levels. He will always have an option to refill. Because he could not use sleep magic spell at night, day time on Saturday is a blur. But the fun comes in the evening. One Mom is in the bathroom, Harry hears her talking with wherever she wanted to meet. He discovers, his Aunt, Eva, another beautiful MILF knowns as Eva Karrera, will visit his house tonight. On Saturday night, Harry now has a more prominent option on who to perform his sleeping spell. Eva sleeps in Laura's room. But also it's tempting to use it on one oh his sisters who sleeping together this night. Here choice will be crucial on the game. If he chooses Eva, depending on what kind of sleep magic he has and how strong magician is, he may end up having sex with her, but also Eva may badly dominate your Mother, and you may discover horrifying truth about Mom's old days. Be ready to be genuinely choked. But for that to happen, you need to have evilness, and this one arises in you want you performing pranks on people. If sleep magic spell was performed on Mom, once again will depend on what will happen on 10 different stats. It's even hard to write down all that may occur. But it is possible, both sisters, Eva, and your Mom will have a sex act. If you did that on your sisters and you are evil dark magician, girls will end up taking all their clothes off and kissing each other, what will lead in the future into the sisters love, sure, you can be involved too, but not now, not on this update, far in the future. Now probably everyone who is reading this has a question to ask, how did Harry will see all this? Will he uses magic see in the distance? The answer is, no. He will get help from the magical creators. If he is on the bright side, Angel will come to his room, if on a dark, Dobby, the creator from the original Harry Potter story will begin. If it's Dobby, he may help Harry out to get a blow job from his super sexy Aunt. If Angel, in the future, she might become a falling angel and might become a lover of Harry. But it's not easy to reach. After all, angels are there in the sky. She feeds with cuckold and NTR. So if Harry sacrifices his sister for Anthon, this will immensely help. After Laura's death, Harry will visit heaven and rediscover's, angel. Seductive by him, the angel will start to visit Harry, and once she gets seduced will fall. After all, I guess everyone has their creep side and angels too. So what kind of help I'm talking about. Harry will get his first magical item. Yes, you right, it's his robe of invisibility. This item lets him get into Laura's bedroom, or Katrina's bedroom there both his sisters are sleeping, without notice and enjoy scenes what will arise there. So this is at this moment it. Game is free to play for update no 4. But if you want to get the newest update, it will cost you 5$ or more. Just transfer it to my PayPal, or support me on my Patreon. The links are below. Thanks for reading this. It was only fun to write it. |
Chapter Six Ashley my lab partner was a sorority girl with long straight blonde hair and hazel eyes. She said she was a cheerleader in High School and she still had the tight gymnast body and a cute ass. I can imagine her in a pleated skirt and cheer pants. I think navy blue would be her best color. I wondered what she was like in bed and what the look on her face would be as my dick slid into her. Fun to think about. But innapropriate! After Cindy’s second weekend visit when we’d been seen in the student center and around campus she had some questions for me. “Is that your girlfriend?" “No, just my sister... we’re real close but I don’t see her often." “Do you have a girlfriend?" “No" “That’s surprising, you’re awfully cute." “what?" I stammered, my ears felt hot. “Ya, my sisters talk about you. You’re prettier than a lot of the girls at school here!" I don’t say anything. “are you experienced?... with girls, and things that they like?” She stares into my eyes and I think I see a sex type spark. I nod. "Just so you know, most guys around here are idiots in bed. There's often a need for a sweet, non threatening guy who knows how to treat a pussy." “Well Yes. Definitely." This was getting interesting! I tried to play it cool. “would you want to meet with one of my sisters, Jan? She wants to talk with you about something." “Something good?" “Yes! Very Good." “I don’t know which one is Jan.” “She’ll find you.” One day in the quad a very attractive girl walks up to me and introduces herself as Jan , president of Alpha Gamma Pi, AGPi. She has long brown hair feathered back in wings, nice, sizeable tits under her button down, steely blue grey eyes and when she talks she has an accent like Dolly Parton. Dolly Parton but more cool and even and serious. “My sisters think you’re really hot and we want you to hang out with us. You could be a special friend of the Sorority. Do you like hanging out with girls?" “Yes I do." “I thought so. We are looking for someone from time to time who can be very sweet and very discrete. “ “I know how to keep a secret." “Yes, so do we. And you know how to treat a girl? Let’s say, intimately?" I stared solidly into her intimidating grey blue eyes, “I can make a woman meow." “Sold. Come by the Alpha Gamma Pi house tonight at 10pm sharp. Don’t tell anyone about this. Also you won’t be telling anyone about what goes on there." “Yes sister" “I have a very good feeling about you darlin’. I can’t wait to see if I’m right." “Oh one more thing babe, are you 18?” “Yes“ “Good, you’re legal. See you tonight.” I go for my Sorority try out with the confidence my vitamins give me. I arrive at the one story house with the greek letters on the side. Ashley is my sponsor, so she leads me in."We wanna see whatcha got. You're going to Strip and jack off, blindfolded. Is that something you can do for us?" "Yes sister" My nervous twinge melts as soon as I know what's expected of me. "Mmmm... good" She fastens my blindfold, tweaks my ass and leads me into a dark room. I can tell I'm in a circle of chairs and I'm made to stand on a box. I imagine who might be out there staring at me. Jan definitely, Shannon is a proper southern blonde in one of my classes and so is cute little brunette Katie. The Sisters get a good look at me as I slowly strip out of my clothes. I hear them commenting and laughing. "he's so pretty" "Ya, I'm jealous of those legs." "Ya legs, beautiful legs." "That butt is so cute! Maybe look even better in heels?" "God! Great ass baby!" "Whoo!" "His eyes are beautiful too.. I know cause I have him in class." I think I recognized the voice of Jamie from my art class. Skinny, willowy, with no tits but insistent nipples, She doesn’t like bras but has to wear 'em 'cause... poing! She also has long legs and a great ass. Hippy type and a dancer. I'm down to a black pair of stretchy bikini briefs that Cindy brought me. I thought they would look unisex enough but also more aluring than tighty whities or boxers that I would never wear anyway. I slide them down my legs and my junk is out in the open air. "NICE! Whoo hoo!" "Oh look, it's getting bigger." "He needs some fluffing up! Sponsor!" The fluffer is my sponsor Ashley, she has to get me looking good for eveybody. She uses her hands for long loose strokes and I'm soon getting turgid. I feel hot breath and a little lip action. Now I'm showing them my very best. "Yay! Look at it!" Cheers and laughter. "Good one! Yaa! I can't wait to see that in action!" I get tugged down off the box and led around the circle by my dick. I get groped and squeezed and stroked and even a few fingers tickling my bum hole. "Gonna be my little toy?" I hear. "Gonna put you to work! Give that cock some business!" "Look at that sweet ass! I wanna take a bite!" I feel teeth on my ass cheek and a quick bite, then another! Spanks, and "Bend over!" More hand slaps and also pulling down on my dick and feeling my balls. "That's what a girl wants!" "This is gonna be property of our sorority!" "I'll ride that!" "Now beat that meat for us!" I recognise Jan's southern voice. I get lots of comments and cheers as I languidly stroke my erect cock. I'm back on the box in the middle of them all and I feel the spotlight and the hot stares and cat calls and the big finish is coming up. I'm glad my vitamins are in full effect. I let the feeling wash over me as it churns in my belly and shivers my legs. I'm highly aroused thinking about the girls watching me, the ones who are in my classes, the faces I can picture and the ones I'm imagining. They're watching me stroke and squeeze and I know my dick looks good and they want to see my sperm gush out. My moans get out of control, I'm sure I sound like a girl in ecstasy. I come a great deal, under the spotlight, like a fountain of semen splattering on the floor. There are lots of squeals and cheers. I get sent to a side room to get dressed, led by Ashley my sponsor. One last stinging slap on the ass and I'm in a room alone by myself. It's one of the bedrooms in the Sorority house. Only some of the sisters actually live there. This one bedroom is sort of a "fake" and is where trysts can occur I come to find out. "The Sisters liked your big load". A swan like blonde, with a ballet dancer body and elegant c-cup breasts comes into the room with me. Cool and serene I meet my sorority Big sister Heather. "You cum like a girl, that's really sexy. Your moans got me turned on." She drags her fingertips over my shoulders and chest. " I'll think about you when I masturbate tonight." She pulls me toward her and gives me a deep, passionate kiss and then sends me off into the night alone. . . . . . I have a meeting with Ashley after class the next week and she explains things to me: Most of the sorority girls at our school were brought up religious. They can’t be seen to be promiscuous or experimental or even sexually liberated so they need “secret pets”, House Boys, to help them out with... special things. Future husbands can’t know that they get up to this stuff or have even been promiscuous before mariage. Many of the boys are too square to do the stuff the girls secretly want and might react badly if they asked. Nobody wants to to think of the future wife getting fucked like a whore. So we have to make other arrangements. Girls come to school to meet their future husbands, the fathers of their children, not to sleep around, not to get a reputation for freaky sex stuff. Also, Lesbo is still frowned upon on this campus and specially in the Greek system. This may be how some girls release their sexual tensions... with other girls. Even inside the sorority, the "In" sisters can't let on that they have sex with girls or with each other. Leadership, even Jan, wouldn't like it. Good Christian girls can get normal sex from boyfriends. Deviant stuff can be with you. "They already call you Kevin from Heaven" Girls get too jealous of each other and once a guy dates a sister he is off the market, even if they break up. And I can’t date any ONE, I have to date everyone. Anybody who wants me can have me. Poor, poor boy. AND NO OTHER SORORITY! EVER! When you get a booty call you need to answer it if you possibly can, that's a rule. If you and a sister are up to something and she says stop, it stops. We have to trust you. You put out and you put us first. Ladies come first! This is all a total secret. Not all sisters know about this little club. Also it's way better for pledge hazing. The real ritual is boring so we have fun with fake “initiations”. Like a second level of Sisterhood. I'm told I'll be sworn to secrecy and photos will be taken as collateral. I agree unconditionally! . . . . . My Initiation Day Prior to the ceremony, Jan who is the most senior sister, has privilege. She uses me to instruct her little sister Kelly. She has curly dark brown hair like a poodle, it parts to the side and hangs over her eyes sometimes. She has sparkling dark brown eyes, a cute nose and she's known for her loud voice and laugh that you can hear a mile away. Healthy handfull tits and a really round butt. Her back curves and pushes it out. It makes her look like she has a belly but it's round and really cute. They summon me to a dorm room on the afternoon of my initiation. Jan is adament that her sorority little sister be skilled in the field of oral sex. I'm barely there a minute before my pants are dropped and Kelly is facing my penis which we see inflate with each beat of my pitter pattering heart. A few light strokes from Jan and I am proudly at attention. First we work on getting it all inside Kelly's mouth. She's doing pretty well and being very enthusiastic. Jan is watching her slob on my dick and coaching. "Trust Kevin, he's not going to do anything you don't want (or I don't want) He's not going to shove it down your throat or hold on to your head, it's all up to you. Breathe through your nose and stick your tongue out. Relax and it will go to the back of your throat." "I come a lot" I announce with some urgency once Kelly starts getting really good at her studies. She's a natural. Lips and tongue work together. Her gag reflex is under her control. I'm feeling my load about to blow. "She's going to swallow it. Right little sister?" Kelly bobs her head yes. "Keep the tip in your mouth" I flash a look at Jan and give her a wordless sign. "Tell her." she says to me. "Kelly, I'm going to cum, here it comes, Ahhhhhhhh!!" Kelly keeps it in her mouth the whole time and swallows frantically. Her groaning on my dick takes on a tinge of panic as the semen keeps spurting. "Mmmnnnnnnn!!!!!!!" "Just suck it down, swallow it down. Keep going. Milk it with your hand. Squeeze from the base and get it all out. Like a toothpaste tube" Mnnnnnn!" She is so serious! I'm done contracting and just watch Kelly's lips around my dick. She's about to pull off. "Come away slowly. Don't just leave him out in the cold. Show him you had a great time too." Kelly pulls away with a pop of her lips and then gives a long lick from base to tip. It leaves a little pearl of cum at the hole. "Lick that last little bit. Mustn't waste any." says Jan. Kelly laps it with her tonge and her big smile bursts out. "Boy, I don't know what you've been eatin' but you taste good! I liked that! For maybe the first time ever!” "Good job little sister! You got it al down!" We exchange high fives as Kelly stands up. "Now a real man will give you a big kiss in appreciation of your hard work!" I did just that, with gusto. A little taste of cum on that darting tongue. I guess I'm a real man. Ha! After releasing that first creamy wad in Kelly's mouth I get taken out for drinks and then we wind up at the Sorority house. It's dark like before and I'm loseley blindfolded. The girls are noisier and drunker than the first time. "You're getting initiated by the circle of the "In" sisters." "We insist!" "Take off your pants!!!" They take pictures of me stripping and naked I guess as blackmail collateral to make sure I don't tell anybody about our "arrangement". I get a group spanking with hands and paddles and a lot of groping and even some sucking on my dick to keep it hard. I recognize Shannon and Katie getting a feel and Jennifer this big blonde takes me in her mouth. Kelly of course is unmistakeable and Jan coos in my ear as she spanks my ass and strokes my cock, ordering me not to cum yet. "Come over here to the table and meet your big sister." She pulls the blindfold down and now it's just a bandana around my neck. My dick leaps when I see the spread and naked body on the table. Cool and serene, her blonde hair like a shampoo advertisement and between her dancer's legs a light brown bush framing her eager cunt. I enter it effortlessly and feel her stroking and milking my shaft with exquisite kegel muscles. I get to fuck my big sis Heather on a table with sisters all around. She likes it slow and deep at first but then urges me faster. I have a cheering section. Her cool demeanor turns more heated as my pace speeds up. I'm stroking full length, brying it in her and drawing back out to the tip. "Fuck me harder little brother." Loud encouragement from all around. I up the tempo and get aligned perfectly for long deep strokes in her pussy. She lies back on the padded table with her arms spread and my thrusts rock her elegant breasts. She stares into my eyes as I'm fucking her and sees when I'm about to blow my sperm. It triggers her to climax like an electric signal and I feel the clamping and clenching of her orgasm. "Cum in Me, Cum in meeee! Keep it in!" She moans. Other hands are on my waist and my ass, pumping me into her and then holding me fast as my cock swells like a waterballoon and bursts inside her. Lot's of cheers and applause and more shots of liquor are consumed. Girls want to check out the scene of the crime when I pull out and a rivulet of my goo flows out between Heather's reddened labia. "Good Job! Yay little brother!" Next I'm commanded to eat out Jan. She drops her skirt and shucks off her panties and sits on the table (table with a thin mattress on top of it, the exhibition table it turns out) Then to my delight she unbuttons her shirt and casts it off but keeps her shiny white lace bra that juts her fine breasts out and presses them together just so. "Alright baby boy, time to give me my tribute" She leans back on her elbows so she can see what I'm doing. I rub the inside of her thighs and then spread them and my face is in the business zone. I start with kisses and licks all over her inner thighs. Cheers! Her sisters egg her on. "Show us that O face!" I stick my tongue up her asshole so far it starts to taste spicy. I get an animal noise from Jan for my effort. "Whoo! You dirty boy!" Shouts Kelly, with some jealousy I think. Jan's cum is quick and violent and clenching. She grabs my hair and groans really loud. I feel her pussy contract in my mouth and my face gets really wet. All the girls are cheering. After she finishes gasping and convulsing she passes privelidge to Ashley. "Girl, you did a good job spotting this one! I pass my privelidge to you. Do what you want with him!" "I've been waiting for this! I picked you out and I've been looking forward to putting you to work, lab partner." Titters from the group of girls. The smell in the room must be the arousal of a dozen plus horny girls. She's beaming at me excitedly as she sheds her clothes. "Let's get it on!" Ashley shaves her legs and her arms so her skin is really smooth. Probably uses lots of lotions. Her pink nipples are the same shade as her smiling lips. Chest freckles on tan skin. Great bikini tan line, white triangles, I love the contrast. Her tits look like muscles, firm and taut. Tight lipped pussy with clit hood peeking out. That's shaved too. I lick and suck at it to start with but she wants the dick and says so in no uncertain terms. The sisters roar their approval. Athletic fucking follows. This girl wants it fast from the get go. My dick feels in good shape after blowing my first load in my big sister Heather and I can tell I'm going to have the stamina to get her off. I can give her hard and fast if she wants it. I'm sporting wood from the visual and psychological stimulation but the actual feeling from her pussy is minimized. She groans and whines as I thrust rapidly and then stop, then start again. I'm standing on the floor and holding her hips up and almost dragging her off the table. We make a slapping sound with our bodies together. Then she wants me up on the table with her and then doing her from behind. I'm fucking as hard as I can but things are getting dry around the edges and feeling abrasive. I pull out and before I can say anything, other hands are on me with lubricant and on her cunt, slickening it back up and then the sisters are guiding me back in with lots of encouraging comments. I keep pounding her for ten minutes, maybe more, and my legs are getting rubbery and my clenched abs are giving out. Her demanding growls and shouts bend up into a loud screaming orgasm. I hold onto her and keep pumping deep in her contracting vagina, hoping her squeezes will get me to the edge but I don't feel it yet. I need a change of texture and temperature. She dives forward, off of my impaliing dick and rolls onto her back, looking up at me. He face shows joyful approval. "Fuck ya boy! I knew you could do it! You’re awesome!”' She brushes her finger tips around her reddened, engorged area and gives herself shivers. A hand reaches around and closes on my erection. Another goes between my legs and cups my balls. "Money shot! Money Shot!" Single voices rise up to become a unanimous chant and multiple hands are working my cock. "Money shot! Money Shot!" Ashley spreads her legs and scootches towards me, pulling her knees up. Propped on her backward extended arms, she seems to be offering her face and freckled chest to me as a target. I desperately want to put it right there between those tits. I'm on my knees betwen her legs and I get to look around at the faces of the sisters who are cheering me on and want to see me shoot all over their friend. I lock eyes with Jaimie and Katie and a girl named Becky...The hands are acting a bit roughly with me and way too fast but there is lots of lube. I even feel a tickling at my ass hole from somebody's finger. I look back down at sexy Ashley and think about aiming right between those triangle tan lines on her firm tits. I'm not in charge of my dick right now though. The hands are jacking it faster and who knows where they'll aim it! "Are ya gonna cum? Are ya gonna cum?!" She asks like an eager child. She sits up straighter and her smiling face is closer to my cock and I realize that I am indeed going to cum! Finally! Here it goes! I let the feeling flow towards my groin and also up to my diaphrahm and it pushes sounds out of my mouth. I'm moaning in a rising pitch and breaths are whooshing faster as I feel myself speed towards the edge. "GO GO! CUM! CUM! Money shot!" shout the women all around me and the breathy voice in my ear who is handling my junk and pointing it towards Ashley's tipped back face urges me on. "Give it to her baby!" "AAaaaaaaaiiiiyyAAAAAA!" I howl in a very feminine register and a jet of semen flys from the hole in my bulging cockhead and arcs into Ashley's open mouth! Her eyes are closed but her mouth is wide and her tongue it curling out to meet my next splooge. "Unnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She tilts back more and my dick gets pointed down farther and I hit her under the chin and another on her throat and another... "Yaaaaaa! Whoooo! Money!" Whoever is handling my dick is having fun shooting it like a cum gun at our sorority sister's naked body. They have good aim too and I still have more bullets. She flops down on her back and my forth and fifth contractions send ribbons of cum lacing her chest and her white skin triangles on her springy, jiggling, sweaty boobs and connecting the dots of her freckles. She is laughing hysterically. "Yay! Hot shot! Whoo! God you can cum!" She has my goo all over her. I'm gasping and shuddering and struggling to stay upright. Everybody is cheering! Ashley sits back up and scrambles to her knees and plants a sloppy kiss on my lips. More screaming. I taste cum and smile. Then she leaps towards another sister, Bonnie, and kisses her and then Jaimie next to her sharing the semen on her lips and smearing the cum on her chest onto the other girls clothes. She's sharing me all around. Shrieks of hilarity as girls get my goo on them. My legs are wobbly and I lie down on the table next to her but she is up and running around naked. I see girls kissing each other. I think this celebration is a cover for some pent up same sex attraction. I'm catching my breath, splayed out on my back but someone has produced a can of whipped cream and before I'm even flaccid I find myself decorated. I lay spread eagle on the table and sorority girls, my sisters now, take turns creaming me and cleaning it off with licking, sucking mouths. Shots of booze (a bottle of butterscotch schnapps is going around) are alternated with licks of my cock. I'm made to sit up and do some shots too and then when I lay back down I feel hands on my head and I'm beeing pulled by the neck. I slide to the edge of the table on my back and am pulled farther until my head is over the side. A sister with no pants on walks right into me and her muff is sliding across my face. It's Bonnie, a blonde sister with heavy breasts and a plentiful, light brown bush. She steers herself onto my tonge as it darts out. I lick and eat. There are still things going on with my dick down below but I'm concentrating on Bonnie's clitoris and she yelps like I'm doing the right thing. In a little while she yells that I'm making her cum and she crushes my head between her legs. There's another pussy to service after that and still another after that! I don't even know who they belong to! I eat off a whipped cream bikini and then polish the pussy underneath it. Outside hands help out with the clitoral stimulation. When she shreiks and cums I taste a salty squirt. My dick feels like it's the site of some menage e trois action, or four or five. There are definitely multiple sets of lips at work. As yet another cunt is riding my valorous tongue I feel all the right speeds and slickness and sensations coalescing on my still hard pecker and I know I'm going to cum one more time. I fasten my lips around the clitty in my face and suck it into my mouth. My nose is wedged into the squirming meat of the girl and I can't breathe. My eyes are open but my vision is getting red and fuzzy and I launch a cum that feels like it will burst my chest. I buck on the table and hear cheers but they seem far away... fuzzy... Some time later I'm being helped into a warm shower and after that I'm kissed and tucked into bed. Whooo! . . . . . For the first while they tell me I'm on probation: Jan is my first booty call. "You didn’t know this was going to happen? You come when we call. Especially me, I’m the queen Bee.” She's in Kelly's dorm room, between classes, it's not even lunch time yet. She’s wearing a sorority t-shirt and umbros. It's the totally casual, go to class or sit around the dorm clothes worn by most of the sorority chicks at this school. But Jan's breasts tent out the white cotton shirt and her legs are smooth and her hair smells nice and her eyes are gorgeous and intimidating. And there’s that voice… “Alright, drop your pants sugar, that’s what you’re here for! I want some of that service I saw you give Heather and Ashley initiation night." I stroke myself to hard red rigidity and she seems to enjoy watching as she fingers her fur rimmed slit to open readiness. She spreads herself, legs and lips, with her hands and I plunge in. There follows a good hard and fast dicking. I have to try really hard not to cum before she gets to her climax because I'm really turned on by her skin and her smell and by the way she's treating me like a sexual servant. When she does climax she has a really good, deep, quivering orgasm, the little death. "Where may I cum sister?” I ask in a heightening voice as she's descending. “ Should I pull it out before I cum?" "Keep it in, keep it in baby." “Ooooooooooohhhhhh” it comes out as a wail and my jizz issues out as a series of explosions. “Good Baby! There you go, … give it all to me…” She holds me to her as I empty myself, and I think sob a little bit. It's... emotional. . . . . . Ashley had a bad date. She's drunk and needs to cum she slurs at me over the phone. I sneak into her dorm room , shuck my pants off and get in her bed. It's pitch dark but as my eyes get used to the light I can see that her roomate is asleep in the other bed! She's a girl from another Sorority. I think I remember her; brown haired, nice rack, cute face, future housewife. Ashley breathes heavy as I get it in her and then murmers words I can't understand as I fuck her nice and steady, the way I like to feel it. She gets quiet and her body gets more and more passive. I realize she's fallen asleep with me on top of her, my dick moving inside her pussy that's starting to feel dry. I have an idea and it sends a twinge to my pecker. I get some spit on it and moisten up Ashley's pussy for a bit and bring myself close to cumming. Then I quietly get out of bed and tiptoe over to the sleeping roomate. Ashley just lays there spread and snoring. My dick throbs as I rub it, standing over the sorority girl's soft downy cheek. The light coming through the crack in the curtains falls across her placid face. And so does my sperm! I let a long arc of pearlescence drape across her forehead and then another and another thin but forceful spurt. She doesn't even twitch. It's dribbling down her nose and lips. Ashley looks cute passed out and naked, sprawled on her bed and I bend down and kiss her pussy as I'm pulling my pants back on. I think about it for a second and then cover her up with the crumpled blankets. I wonder if she'll even remember? . . . . . Big sis shows up for a BJ in my dorm room. He hands are dry and smooth and cool before she takes me into her mouth. She's gentle but skillful and seems to know just what speed and pressure works well for me. I don't need more than a couple minutes of this expert attention before my legs start to wobble. On her knees on the carpeted floor she wants me looking in her eyes as I gush in her mouth. My roomate comes in just as she's finishing up. We pull away from each other hurriedly. She got some on her but she just smiles at my roomate, says hello and walks past him. "WOW, who was that?" Ha. He really has no idea. . . . . . . . . . . . . A week later there's a pledge initiation that they need my services for. It's for pledge Corey. She's a slim girl with new tits mommy bought for her, 32D and they stand straight out. Gravity has been conquered. Bleach blonde hair and perfect skin, from a tanning bed apparently. She's the exact same color all over! I can detect the scars around the bottoms of her areola from her boob job. Other than that she looks like an airbrushed model or a doll even! She trims her bush very close. Big hood drooping over her clit and inner lips that hang out. I know this because she has been stripped naked by her sisters in her dorm room and they are holding her spread eagle on the bed. When I first came into her room, she was blindfolded and kneeling and she was told she has to suck me. I'm the mystery cock! She totaly goes for it right away, must have sucked lots of dicks in High School. Once I'm brought to maximum turgidity she is dragged onto the bed and held down by sisters. I eat her pussy until she wails out loud and then get my rod into position. My sisters are only too happy to spread her wide and help direct me into her sloppy snatch. I pump her cunt and many girls hands work on her clit so that she has another howling orgasm. They have the music turned up pretty loud but I bet somebody in the hall could hear the sounds of sexual exstacy. When I feel my jizz rising like a fire up my quivering legs I look at the sisters and they indicate I should blow my wad on Corey's blindfolded face. I let it fly and concentrate on her mouth. It's not my biggest cum by any means but her lips and chin get a good glazing. With my cum on her face she gets lots of kisses from all around. All the girls in the room have a little bit of me on them! Before she gets her blindfold off I'm zipped up and ushered out. I hear Cory calling after me; "Thanks Mystery Cock! You can do that again whenever you want!" . . . . . Soon enough there's a pledge who needs punishment. Somebody got the idea to dress me in drag. A sister named Lisa does my makeup and a wig (even though I could manage just fine myself, I don't let on) and produces some falsies to make my boobs stick out. I'm wearing a vinyl corset and high cut black panties and thigh high fishnets held up by my garter straps. I even have a pair of heels which I do pretty well in. I'm taller than all the other girls in the room with them on. Let's see, there's Kelly and Katie and Chelsea and Lisa and Becky and Bonnie. Redhead Shelby's there too, she always likes to watch. I get hard inside my panties and I think I need some relief 'cause it's ruining my look. I'm waiting in the bathroom with Katie and Lisa and they pull my dick out and start jacking me. Four hands at once on my rod and massaging my balls and delving into my butt crack, tickling my sphincter through my satin panties. I hear Kelly in the other room verbally abusing the pledge sister. Lisa is breathing in my ear. "Nice hard cock! But let's relieve this pressure. Does dressing up in my panties turn you on?" They were her panties! I like the personal touch! I groan affirmatively. "You look really sexy in them. You make a gorgeous girl!" I start breathing hard and moaning as my shaft starts to buzz. Katie is on one side of me and Lisa on the other and they point my cock toward the tiled wall. "Aiy! Aiy! Aiyyyyaaaaaahhh!" I squirt all over the bathroom wall, watching the hands milk me out. The bad Pledge in question is named Ellen. Strawberry Blonde with fair freckled skin to match. Very beautiful and knows it. Long hair, grey green eyes, delicate cupid’s bow lips. Generous c cup breasts with just the right hang. Confident posture. . Big attitude, cocky pledge. Her shirt is yanked off. Big pink nubbly areolas. Then her loving sisters remove her shorts and panties. Shaven slit! She's held down on the bed, Katie and Becky hold her arms and Bonnie and Shelby pry her legs apart. She squeals as this unknown sister comes out of the bathroom in her sexy dominatrix outfit and kneels between her forcefully spread legs. I pat her vulva with firm smacks. Kelly is informing her that pussy retraining is necessary and it needs to be from a girl's mouth. I smack her some more times and then devour her shaved cunt. She howls and struggles but says Yes a lot of times. I feel Lisa behind me and she reaches between my legs and strokes my dick and balls. "come on big brother, you're gonna fuck her" she breathes in my ear "she won't know what hit her." The yes yeses are coming faster and I slow down to tease her. "You're not allowed to cum yet!" Says Kelly "Cocky Bitch! Bad Pledge! Just you wait." I'm building up strength in the dick area without much trouble after my draining in the bathroom a few minutes ago. This situation and being dressed as a girl in front of my sisters is quite erotic. Lisa pulls me out of my panties to get ready and I sit back and see the mischievous grins on the other girls as they see what's about to happen. The pussy in front of me is engorged and drooling. Ellen is heaving and whining that she doesn't want it to stop, that she's about to cum, that she'll be a good pledge. "GIVE IT TO HER!" I straighten up and plunge my dick into that pussy and watch it bury to the hilt. I bottom out and my balls slap her ass. "WHHHAAAAAA!!" shreiks Ellen, her eyes flash wide and her body locks up. "What THee FUCK!" "Fuck her!" I feel hands immediatly on my waist forcing me back and forth. I start hammering. Her tits look glorious jumping with each thrust. "Who are you?! Oh my God! Oh fuck!" "This is your punishment bad pledge! You're gettin' fucked!" I'm not sure who's actually getting punished here. Ellen is rocking into me and gasping with each slam. Her slippery slick pussy is clinging at my pole and her hips are thrusting back at me. The other sisters are cheering and Shelby slides a hand down Ellens taut stomach and starts to flutter her fingers over her reddened clit. "Shitttt! Ohhhhhh!" Kelly leaned down over her face, "Tell us you'll be a good pledge!" "I will! Iwill!" "Promise you'll stop being such a bitch!" "I will, I'm sorry I promise! Oh god fuck me! I promise!" I think Shelby and I are about to make her cum. I withdraw my self and ring my thumb and middle finger around my frenum. I'm ready to blow, I just need the word. "Alright, we love you, we want you to cum. Kevin, time to give her our blessing!" Shelby friggs Ellen's clit ruthlessly and she starts to moan in a panicked pitch, like a scary monster is coming for her. I pull a few more times on my straining member and aim for Ellen's face scrunching up in an anguished orgasm. As she screams her ecstasy I launch a torrent of jism into her open mouth which she isn't able to close in time as she loses control of her body. I pump more ejaculate onto her luscious, sweaty tits and sternum. Shelby stuffs two fingers into her vagina and palms the girls clit as her climax spins itself out. High Five! Go Team! Splat! Unfortunately it’s the only time I ever get my dick in hot Ellen although she likes to flirt and tease me. . . . . . . . . Chelsea is a sister with long straight hair all the way down to her butt and nice blue eyes peeking under her bangs. She always has great skin cause she does perfect makeup. She always looks slightly tan and has little pink lips and a cute nose. She was there for the hazing of the bad pledge Ellen and found out about me and my proclivity for drag. She talks to me in a class we have together. "You make a sexy girl, have you ever tried it with a guy?" I blush but after a long hesitation, I decide to confide. “I haven’t sucked a cock in so long, I kind of miss it.” “My boyfriend really wants me to do it to him but I can’t go through with it. I'm too squemish for that thing in my mouth. Will you teach me how?” "on me?" "No... on him." She has a plan. Chelsea sneaks me into her dorm and I get in drag and hide in the closet. I've got the outfit I need. A ruffled skirt and stockings, padded bra and two tight t's and I brought my bob wig. It's her boyfriend's birthday and she says she's finally going to suck his dick but her sorority sister is going to help teach her how. Wow two girls! Lucky bastard! But he can't know who the other girl is so it's dark and he's blindfolded. I practice my feminine voice and give lots of instructions to her and real live demonstrations with my own mouth on him. Chelsea does fairly well with getting his short but thick member into her mouth and working up a suction. I try to get her to ease up a bit and do more tongue work and some hairy ball licking which I don't think she fancies much. I wind up doing most of the work at the end and get the cum shot while he's moaning her name. He spurts about a tablespoon into my mouth and I have no trouble swallowing it. His cum tastes like bleach but having his dick in my mouth has gotten me rather aroused in the panty area. Chelsea notices my bulge but just about then he starts taking off the blindfold! All I can think to do is bolt out the door and hop to another sister’s room right down the hall! Thank god it's my little sister from Alpha Gamma Pi Lisa and her roommate is out! She opens the door and I just go ahead and tell her everything that happened and she gets aroused by my outfit and my dick sucking story. She comes up close and gropes me under my skirt and gets me freshly straightened, kissing my neck and murmuring about how pretty I look. She poses with me and we look at each other in the full length mirror. I'm her sexy girlfriend in a short skirt with a hard cock bursting out. She stands behind me, head over my shoulder and jacks me slowly, admiring the both of us in the reflection. Obviously turned on she volunteers to help me with my predicament. She drops down on her knees and immediately goes to work on my hardon. Great lips and throat control. I get to watch us in the mirror, one hot chick on her knees sucking another hot chick's swollen cock. I think about myself down on my knees in the same position minutes earlier and my first contraction comes as she has me fully engulfed. "Unggggg!" she gags slightly and then pushes me back with her hands around the base of my pulsing member. Her mouth is wide open and her tongue is outstretched and my cock head rests on it as I deliver my load in four more spurts directly onto her tongue. She holds still, her hot breath coming through her nostrils onto my penis as it finishes twitching and oozing and then when she has all of my spunk held in her mouth she closes her lips on the tip of my dick and swallows it all down. It was a glorious thing to behold. "Ahhhh!" She escorts me back to my room, still dressed up in my slut clothes! I borrow a jacket and shoes. Her heels fit me. We wear the same sizes! We walk across the darkened campus and she says hi to the few students we meet but I’m afraid to. Nobody recognizes me. My roommate is asleep when I get back fortunately and I get my clothes off in the dark but I fail to hide all the things and he sees a fishnet stocking on the floor next morning. . . . . . . Katie calls late on a weeknight "Are you available?" "For a sister? Of course." I have her in one of my classes and she still gives me squishy feelings. Something so wholesome about her. "Meet me in the room, at the house?" "Ya, ten minutes." She's at the door when I get there and we head straight for the "trysting" room with little fanfare. She locks the door and we stand in the semi darkness. "So how does this work?" She looks at me furtively. I love her eyes, my heart is thumping already. "I do whatever you want me to do." "Really?" She chuckles nervously. "Ya." I swallow a lump. My voice sounds funny. "Anything you ask, I'll do... willingly. We can make out if you want or I'll just go down on you or we can just wam bam thanks get out." She considers a moment. "I think I just want you to fuck me." "You're already making my cock hard." I exhale a nervous confession. My dick was getting firm even as I was walking over here from my dorm. "Well let's see it. Put it to work." I eagerly disrobe in front of her. My cock is pointing out! Reaching towards her. She drops her roomy denim shorts and pulls her tshirt over her head. Her hair flounces. She reaches for the front clasp and unhooks her bra revealing delicate little b's. We stand there just breathing for a few seconds. She slides her white cotton underpants down and kicks them off. I try to control my fluttering diaphram. My flag is flying proudly. I look at the soft brown curls of her bush. "Do you want me to..." She licks one finger and sends it down to her slit. "Naw, I'm ready." Ok. Katie lies back on the bed, stretchs her arms up over her head and spreads her legs. I see her pink petals unfold beneath the brown thatch. I aim myself and with some back and forth I'm all the way inside her vagina. It's nice and snug. My arms are straight and I hold myself up off of her and rock my hips into hers. Her eyes are closed and she turns her head to the side and moans softly. I think I really like her. I think I might cum soon. This is sooner than usual. "I think I'm gonna cum Katie" "Oh ya..." "Should I keep it in?" "No, pull out. Catholic, duh." She glares at me. Her eyes are hurting my soul. I buck faster, harder, trying to make her hurry up and feel something. I wish it wasn't so soon. I want her to cum. She looks away. I want her to look in my eyes when I cum. I want to make her feel good but I can't hold it. I pull out and lay my wet cock on her pale belly. I shoot all the way up to her delicate little breasts. I can't control the sounds coming out of my mouth. I think I sound like a girl. "I'm sorry. I usually last longer. I wanted to make you cum." I'm gasping. "Oh Well." she says. She glances up. She grasps my hips and rolls me away from her. "We could try again. I can give you oral." I'm pleading. "Nah. You can go." . . . . . . . Jennifer.Sister Big girl, big hair. Beautiful sparkling blue eyes but they always look wet, like she's about to start crying. She looks good in a gown with bodice that pushes her hefty tits up and out towards you. My Roommate “Some chick on the phone” “Kevin, snif, I’ve had a really bad day, can you come over and sleep with me?” When I get there I take off my pants and get right in bed with her. She just wears a nightgown and we cuddle and I stroke and pet her a lot. "Am I too fat?" "No, you're gorgeous! "My boyfriend says I need to loose weight and that I'm ugly" "Anybody who says that is stupid and abusive... and probably needs to be punched in the face" She sputtered and laughed and was probably picturing me trying to punch her boyfriend in the face. I had seen a picture of him on her dresser and he was huge. "Will you lie on top of me?" I do and feel her big tits sloshing beneath me. The silky nightgown kept them from spreading out too much and I could feel her big nipples. Her hands were gliding up and down my back. "Do you want to have sex with me?" I was starting to feel the way I used to feel when I lay on top of Twyla and swam around in her silky cleavage and humped against her pillowy thighs. I began to slowly rock my groin into Jennifer's crotch area and she sighed. We shifted a little and I settled between her legs. She held me to her in the dim light and I concentrated on our body to body contact. I was chubbing up a bit. I adjusted my swelling member in my tight satin briefs and got my hips in between her hips. She was spreading out. I could feel my cock head nestling between her outer labia, pushing her panties inward. There was heat and wetness. "Come on, you can put it in." She held my head in her hands and looked at me with watery blue eyes. "Make sweet love... be sweet to me." She was almost crying. I stood up and removed my tshirt and stripped down my underware. Her panties were blue satin and as I pulled them down they drew a string of wetness away from her flushed cunt slit. Her pussy was big. Outer lips, inner lips, all of it was big and it opened with her legs widening and I could see up into her vagina. It looked like roast beef. I lay back down on top of her and felt our bellies pressing together. Through rocking back and forth I got my dick angled down and it found her sloppy trench and from there it was automatic that I should slide all the way up and in her. "Uuuuhhhhmmmm!" she whimpered and squeezed me. She kissed my face with her big pillowy lips and I could feel the tears on her cheeks. I started to pump a little harder and then a little harder. It was very wet in there and open and not much friction. I was trying for different angles. I replayed sessions with Twyla in my head and eventually came inside her. She made a lot of accommodating moans but I don't think she had an orgasm. As I got to the end and I was humping frantically she held my face in her hands and blubbered, "Cum little baby, Cum little Baby!" I finally came and it's like a relief that I can stop. I'm really tired. We snuggle some more. The bed smells like cunt. . . . . . Amanda is a petite, frizzy haired Sister with glasses. Pretty cute really with slim, smooth legs. She informs me that she wants to use me for Daddy play. In the “extra room" at the house when everybody is out. The lights need to be out and there is to be no talking from me. I lay her across my lap and spank her until my bare hand hurts and then apply light kisses to her tender ass. I pull down her underpants and kiss her pussy too before spreading her out on the bed and fucking her hard. She makes a lot of noise. "I'm your good girl Daddy! I'm your good girl... fuck my little pussy!" Hard pounding seems to be what she wants. "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy Daddy!" “cum in me , cum in me Daddy." Her loud, insistent voice, squeals and cries, bring me off pretty quickly. I pump some mighty ejaculations into her squirming body and a lot of it squishes out. “Oh no Daddy, you shouldn’t have done that. You shouldn't have done that Daddy! You probably got me pregnant” She works herself into a crying fit but keeps pulling my hips and pressing me forward wiith her heels. I keep fucking into her after I’ve cum and she has an orgasm, crying and blubbering. “I’m gonna have your baby Daddy!” . . . . . . . . Tracy is a lesbian. I can tell but somehow everybody else pretends to ignore the obvious. Short hair, compact, pancake tits. Used to be a swimmer. “Glad I don’t have to shave my legs any more!” Really wants to have sex with girls. No dicks. Hairy muff, no shaving. There's hair on her crotch and hips and butt crack. I get to be the first person to eat her out when she admits that she's been putting all the guys off. She gets drunk and emotional and spills her guts to me at a party one time. I’m special, she can think of me as a girl. I share a secret and tell her I like to dress up as a girl and be penetrated. Shelby is the redhead who fingered bad pledge Ellen so adeptly during my hazing in drag session. Screaming blue eyes. Typical body, you can see the suburban Mom in her already. Hips are getting wide and calves are thick. She starts off shy and resisting, then gets uncontrollably loud. Turns out she likes girls. Tracy and I have a tryst in the trysting room and redhead Shelby comes in to watch me eat Tracy out. I'm the first person to give her an orgasm. We tell our spectator that she’s next but she gets shy and runs out. Fire in the hole! Maybe next time! We do some kissing with my face slathered in pussy juice. ”I could definitely get down with that." I think she means Shelby. "Oh, but you didn‘t get off.” she says to me. “I’m just here to serve” She's relieved that nothing is expected of her and we just lie there chatting for a while. We set up another get together, Tracy and I, and we get Shelby to attend by telling her she can watch. She likes to watch. She likes to watch me porking Tracy with four fingers and eating her furry snatch. I’m underdressing and after I bring Tracy off, vigorously fingering that hairy pussy, Shelby plays with my erection in my panties. We get in a gentle 69 and I make that bush of fire cum, loud. She mostly kisses the end of my dick and moans on it but I suck her pussy something fierce! After she's orgasmed she says I can fuck her. She’s not a virgin and her red trimmed snatch feels pretty good. I blow off pretty quick, pulling out and shooting on her pale freckled belly. We clean her off and when I start eating and fingering her again, Tracy joins in. We work her vigorously with fingers and mouths and bring her to another orgasm. This time she squirts a stream of clear liquid that gets both of us wet and soaks the bed. We all kiss each other after that. Laundry needs doing! Shannon must have heard all the noise we made because she knocks on the door and asks to be next. Tracy and Shelby duck out in a hurry but I’m happy to let her stiffen me up with those red lips and blonde tresses bobbing up and down. I wonder if my dick tastes like her sister’s cunt but she seems totally unfazed. I slip my eager digits in her white satin panties and give her a good clit fingering and then she tells me that in order to stay a virgin for her husband to be, she is going to let me stick it in her ass! My slimy fingers go in there next and her hole is very receptive. I get my proudest, hardest digit inside her without much trouble. She's experienced in the back door and very turned on by it! She has loud orgasms from the anal sex and says really dirty shit and then when I tell her I'm about to cum she shouts at me to pull out and she quickly turns around and takes my cock right into her mouth! From her ass to her mouth! I never thought I'd see that happen! When I start jizzing, making a good bit of noise myself, she holds my cock up to her lips and lets it spray all over her face. She gets a few hot drizzles on her forehead and eyelids and cheeks and then she sucks me back in with those lips and swallows the rest down. Wow! Totally porno! “that was hot” she says with a satisfied look. Her makeup is ruined. “I’ve gotta get out of here.” I collapse down onto the bed. It’s wet. It’s kinda stinky too. Next time we have a class together she just smiles and says Hi. I spend the whole hour thinking about fucking her in the brown ring and pink innards of her rectum and how she popped my dick right in her mouth. I compare and contrast her anus with the others I have fucked, Cindy, Twyla, that smelly Frat guy. Shannon's asshole didn't have any shitty smell to it as I recall. Maybe she did something to herself before hand? God she said some really dirty things. "Jesus Fuck my Christ!" keeps leaping to my mind. I wish I could have had butt sex with Bobby more, that was my favorite. I wish I could have stuck mine inside him. I mean, I wouldn't do it differently, I loved getting fucked by him, It felt romantic, just wish we could have done more... I'm daydreaming. |
Exposure – Caught out During May 2010 David and I had been to a party at my sister’s - an adult party –By the time we were ready to leave it was late at night and my sister dared me to let my hubby drive me home in nothing but my heels leaving my clothes behind, I accepted the dare, yes I’d had a few wines, so not thinking too much about it, it’s about 12 miles back to our place mostly through some countryside and some streets. I also know another reason why I accepted her dare was, I had previously told her about my exploits around the common flashing and walking naked, which she rather put down, saying well if no-one sees you it’s not really flashing is it? I knew she had been far more adventurous in similar situations, but I did feel put down. (more about that another time) It was well gone 1am when we got home so the streets were quiet. At that time we lived at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac. When we pulled onto our driveway, I naturally had to get out and our security light came on lighting me up in all my glory as I went into the house. I didn’t know it but a neighbour had heard us getting home and he saw me get out of our car now well illuminated, naked but for my high heels. Of course, I didn't know till a few days later; The phone rang and a voice asked when he could see me like that again, as he said I'd been fully revealed as I got out the car and the security light came on; being late at night he looked out and was pleasantly surprised. Now he wasn’t a neighbour with who I’d ever chatted with before, other than saying ‘hello’ but I guessed which neighbour it was. He was a much older man who I put in his late 50’s living almost opposite to us; at the time I thought he was a widower. As we were talking my husband drove into our drive and he said -- he'd better hang up, and he asked if I minded that he saw me and I said no, not at all, and he asked if I minded if he call me again, I said okay. I must admit that in those few minutes of talking I had become quite aroused, at knowing I’d been seen. As that day passed I became more comfortable with knowing I’d been seen and the effect on my body was quite remarkable, I was aroused every time I reflected on it. I didn’t say anything to David as I wasn’t too sure how to broach the subject. At that time, I only worked part time and used to pick up our 2 sons from school on my way home every afternoon and be back home by 3:30pm most days. He called me 2 days later at about 4pm; when he phoned I was still in my office clothes and didn't expect the call again so soon, but I became wet as he talked about me undressing. I was in our lounge and he had me go up to the front window, then over about maybe 10 -15 mins he got me to undress, by this time I was almost 90% of the times going around naked under my skirts and often without a bra. I knew he could see that I was like that as I slipped of my outer clothing and he did exclaim as he realised ‘Oh naughty mummy no panties today’. He then asked me to go stand in just my heels at my front door so he could see me better. Initially I said no, but I have to admit that suggestion fired up my arousal another notch, whilst I stripped off, I hadn’t touched myself or anything, but I was so very wet. So yes in the end I did stand in my open front door of my house and he said he could see me plainly, as I stood there, he asked me if I was aroused and turned on by flashing him; I play it down, but I so was. I was also now very aware that my sons are about the house and I can't stay there too long and said so to him. Because of the angle of his house to ours he is one of two that could see me, because I am still standing ‘inside’ the doorway. He then invited me to go over to him, as in walk across the road as I am - I say no way! In the end I said I have to go back inside. He asked if I could do the same display time next day, but in my highest sexy heels and black stockings, like I’d been on the Saturday night, I say okay. So the following day, at work I’m totally unfocused as I’m so thinking about what I’ve promised to do in the afternoon. When I'm at home, I make sure my boys were settled into the dining room, doing their homework etc. and then I go get ready, up in my bedroom I strip off completely, do my hair and make-up and pull on black stocking and my 5" black stiletto heeled shoes. I am aroused and feeling sexy. I go downstairs just like that, and wait for the phone, 4pm comes and goes. I am shaking a little. He phones and I almost jump on the first ring, this time he says go to the front door let me see you. I go to the front door as before opening it fully, I hear his gasp of approval. This time when he says ‘come over’ I walked across just like that, no hesitation; I was in a daze a bit anyway. I think somehow mentally during the earlier part of the day, I had resigned myself to do just that, knowing he’d ask. I guess that walk took me about 30 seconds. I only realised how crazy it was half way there. He opened his door and I was in. He was naked and erect. I sank to my knees and engulfed his cock, it just seemed appropriate. Then began just over an hour of hard rough sex. I hadn’t really experienced that before then and in the circumstances it felt right. It was also the first time I’d had sex with a man older than my own father. He surprised me with his sexual vigour. He came off quite quickly that first time in my mouth, but he barely lost his erection and he took me into his lounge and we fucked, or rather he fucked my pussy and arse, rotating from one to the other, sometimes getting me to lick and lube his cock with my mouth before starting again. He slapped my breasts and my arse till red, bit and chew on my labia and nipples, thinking nothing of how I’d have to explain those marks to my husband. We both came repeatedly, and again I thought to myself another man using me without any condoms. This was sex, pure and straight, we did kiss but it was barely there. He teased me about being a naughty mummy. I was lying there thinking I ought to get back home, but I had no clothes and now it seemed like a big thing. Then I saw my hubby arrive home, so Ben (my new lover) made me phone him and say come over here, no explanation. When David was about 15 feet from the front door, Ben had me open the front door fully showing myself, I must have looked wrecked. There he saw me in my heels and stocking, pussy leaking juices, my new lover was naked, of course by this time my lover knew my hubby and had done some wife swapping as MMF's. Maybe Ben thought we were a lot more experienced that we were, David looked a bit stunned, but he realised what was happening, So then Ben suggested my hubbie eat me out after he was undressed and so that's what happened. My hubby lay down on his back so I could squat over his face and he could eat my pussy and arse out. He was as ever just as enthusiastic and was rock hard at that. I started getting aroused again, I just love him licking me after somebody else has cum into me. At that point my new lover, got into a position so I could lick and suck his balls and the rim out his hairy arse, which really got David going. His cock (untouched) was dribbling juice., but when he saw my tongue get up Ben’s arsehole, his cock was twitching and cum shot all over the place. The sex continued for about 45 minutes by now I was getting more concerned about our sons alone at home. Before we left I put on David’s shirt, and Ben tells my hubbie from now on I'm his slut and he will use me when he wants and hubbie agrees. |
A couple of weeks later I’m at work at my desk doing my usual paperwork duties. It was one of those days that I had been very horny and thinking about sex a lot. Mr. Jones comes up to my desk and says “Brittany, go in my office, there’s someone in there for you.” I wonder who it could be. I get up and go to his office. Carlucci is there! “Hi gorgeous…surprised to see me?” “Oh...Hi Mr. Car…” “Vic” he interrupts. “Vic..” I continue nervously. He closes the door behind me and puts his arms around me from behind. Suddenly, my mind floods with memories of that night. I was hoping I’d never see him again...it would have been easier that way. “I had to come visit my favorite office girl” he says softly in my ear. He holds me tight against him. I’m frozen...my mind races. “How have Jones and Collins been treating you?” he asks. “Fine” I answer quietly and nervously. “They better, or they’ll have to answer to me”, he growls, as intimidating as ever. He pulls my long blonde hair off to one side and starts to kiss my neck. I can feel his package pressing right between my ass cheeks. I get a little tingle in my clit as I remember how thick his dick is and how it felt in me. He slides one hand up to my breast and squeezes it, as he continues to kiss my neck. His other hand slides down to my tummy. He pulls me against him, pressing his bulge harder against my ass. He grinds it firmly. I realize he wants to do me right here in Jones’ office! I try desperately to think of a way to get out of this as nicely as possible. I already cheated on Jared with him once, I can’t let it happen again! He slides his hand up under my skirt and over the front of my satin panties. He slides his hand down the front of my panties and over my vulva, slipping one finger between my labia. He starts rubbing my clitoris in little circles. My vagina responds instantly, gushing moisture all over his finger. It doesn’t help that I had been very horny all day! “Ohhhh...that’s it sweetheart…I knew I could get you excited” he softly coos in my ear. “Mm” I squeak quietly. he slips his middle finger deep into my pussy, I gasp quietly. He squeezes my breast hard with his other hand. I’m getting so wet and it feels so erotic. God! I’m so horny! He slowly increases the speed that he slides his big finger in and out. I try desperately not to squeal, but let out some soft moans of pleasure. The aggressiveness of how he’s fingering me is such a turn on. I start to feel an orgasm building. I squirm, but he’s so strong. I breathe heavily. “Yeah...you want to get fucked don’t you sweetheart?” he growls in my ear as he mercilessly works my pussy with his big finger. “Um hm” I reply meekly as the orgasm continues to slowly build. I’m so aroused that any desire of stopping this is disappearing fast. Truth is, I had fantasized about that night Carlucci fucked me many times since. I let Jared do me from behind, but it just wasn’t the same. Carlucci stops fingering me and unbuckles his belt letting his pants fall down. I put my hands on the desk and lift my ass. I’m so horny now I can barely stand it! He’s right...all I want now is for him to fuck me just like he did that night. I feel him hike up my tight skirt and pull my panties down. He spanks and rubs his hands all over my ass, “God damn you have the hottest ass!” He spreads my ass cheeks with his hands, and I feel my pussy lips spreading open. I want it so bad now! “Ohhhh fuck” he growls, looking at my very open, dripping wet, and ready pussy. I feel him maneuvering his very thick head between my swollen labia. He teases me several times with just the head, until I’m panting with excitement. Then he slides it slowly all the way in, balls deep. “Oh...my...GOD” I whisper, biting my finger trying desperately to keep from squealing. The thing I had fantasized about so many times is happening! It feels even better than I remember. Soooo fucking thick! He very slowly slides it back out then slowly back in deep. My legs shake as I feel an orgasm suddenly coming on quickly. “Oh god your di… I’m gonna cum!” I squeak breathlessly. Reaching back and grabbing his hand that’s on my hip. “Yeah baby? Cum for me!” he commands, pressing his pelvis firmly against my ass and holding it there. He grabs my forearms and holds them behind my back firmly. I squirm as the orgasm builds to an incredible height. He just holds his dick still, buried balls deep in my quivering vagina. I can’t believe how effortlessly he can make me cum! He doesn’t even have to thrust his dick. Just the feeling of his thick dick filling me so completely is enough to drive me right over the edge! The orgasm peaks and subsides. I start to breathe again gasping. He starts to slowly slide his dick in and out again. It feels so slick now as I’m so incredibly wet. Suddenly he starts to pound my pussy hard. Slop slop slop, as he slams it deep. I feel another orgasm building already! I squeal uncontrollably as the ecstasy is too much for me! I get one hand free and put it over my mouth to muffle my squeals. I stop squealing as another intense, but shorter orgasm peaks, and then catch my breath again, panting hard. Immediately another orgasm starts building. I realize I’m having multiples! This has never happened before! “Mmmm...mmmm...mmmm...mmmmm” I squeal desperately through my hand. I cum another 5 times as he mercilessly pounds my horny little slit. Finally I feel him start to cum. He grips my hips tight and thrusts deep as he can inside me. He grunts over and over as I feel his dick lurch repeatedly filling me with hot semen. I can feel a warm feeling deep inside. He remember how much of a heavy cummer he is! He pulls out and pulls up his underwear and trousers. I put my panties back on and pull my skirt back down. He then pulls me close to him, giving me a few sweet kisses. “Hope to see you again soon sweetheart” he whispers in my ear. “Me too” I whisper meekly. He leaves and I run to the ladies room to clean up. My crotch is a mess! It’s almost 5pm anyway, and I go home. I hide my semen crusted panties and skirt at the bottom of the hamper once again and take a long shower. Jared gets home and we watch some TV, then get ready for bed. He wants to have sex, but I tell him I have a headache. Truth is, my vagina’s a little sore. I lay there and wonder about the future of our relationship. Would I end up having sex with Carlucci again? Almost certainly will. I think about how many times I’ve been with other men since Jared and I started dating in High School. I feel horrible that I haven’t been faithful to him. It’s not like I go out looking to cheat. It just happens. I just seem unable to stop it. Truth is, I’ve never been able to say no to aggressive sexual advances from older men. I don’t know why it happens to me. I guess I feel intimidated, I just freeze up and I can’t speak. I’ve always been a quiet and shy girl and very weak. Maybe men can sense this and take advantage of me? First time it happened was right after High School, there was a 35 year old man who befriended me. Jared didn’t like it, and kept telling me the guy wanted more than just to be friends, but I didn’t believe him. He took me out to dinner one night. After dinner he made me suck him off in his car. He parked in a dark lot, pulled out his dick, and pushed my head down toward his crotch. I blew him. I guess I felt like I had to because he expected it, and I was nervous about what he’d do if I didn’t. I told Jared what happened. He was so angry for a long time and almost broke up with me. Eventually he forgave me and made me never see the guy again. Later in college, one of my professors got me to help him with a project in his office. After the second day working with him, he kissed me. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I had a boyfriend, but I couldn’t speak. He kept kissing me, felt up my boobs and got his hands up my sun dress. He pulled down my panties and went down on me. He licked my pussy until I climaxed. I guess if I came, then I must have wanted it, right? He was very good looking. Then, he dropped his pants and underwear, held up my leg, slid his dick in me and fucked me against the wall until he came in me. After I left his office I felt so guilty. I thought about telling Jared about it, but I knew that it would be the end of our relationship. A blow job is one thing, but this time it went much too far. He’d never forgive me if he knew I let another man fuck me! I decided it was best to keep it to myself and try to forget about it. Another semester, when I was an intern, my boss asked me to bring some files to his home late in the evening. When I got there, his wife wasn’t home and he had been drinking. I immediately became very nervous about being there alone with him. My fears were realized as he began to come on to me aggressively. I was so nervous I just stayed silent and didn’t resist. He led me into his bedroom and started making out with me, and grabbing my ass and boobs. He was 6 foot 2 and built. He had six-pack abs and big biceps. I was afraid of him. He was so strong. I REALLY got the shit fucked out of me that night! That was the first time in my life I came while getting fucked. Before that, I thought I could only cum while getting eaten out! A few weeks ago, I was out with my friend Carla at a club and we had a couple of drinks. This latin guy with a lot of tattoos started hitting on me and getting really touchy. He got his hand up my short club dress and fingered me for like 5 minutes before Carla found me and dragged me out of there. Now...there’s Carlucci. That’s why I’m on ‘the pill’. To protect myself because I know these things happen to me. Maybe I’m just not cut out for a monogamous relationship? |
EXPOSURE 1 Moving back a bit from my first extra marital sex, my outdoor exposure antics with my husband go back to 2008 really, but I never was never knowingly caught out or ‘seen’ by anybody, or so I believed. At the time, we had developed a reciprocal ‘look after’ relationship with a married couple with a son and daughter of similar ages as our sons - 3 doors away and by mutual agreement we had set into motion an agreement where amongst other times, but essentially on weekend afternoons we’d look after their children and the next day they’d look after our two. Saturday or Sunday afternoon was fast becoming the only quality time David and I had together. Sometimes we had to get family stuff done, but once a month we’d have a long walk in our local parkland. Our ‘play area’ was almost right on our doorstep, although we continued to drive to the opposite and much quieter side of the park. From our new house you could walk or cycle along a path over a bridge crossing a main motor duel carriageway and canal; along a path and into the main parkland, a total of about three quarters of a mile, but very open with houses to walk past etc. The parkland in fact a nature reserve about 5 to 6 miles long by 3 or more wide; it has a fairly large lake/pond in the middle. At the further end from the lake the land rises up about 400 feet and from the top of the hill you have a panoramic view across the valley. Most people head from the half a dozen car parks around the edges of the Reserve, then walk or cycle towards the pond. There are numerous paths and tracks all around for pedal bikes, walkers etc. The hill at the northern end is thicker with trees and less frequented by people, as it is the furthest point from the pond, the car park here is less used and that is where we usually park. Our game started its evolution towards the end of summer 2008, when we’d been on our own for a walk in the above area and ended up having sex in the woods, and he had stripped me completely – which in fact meant he took off my shorts, panties, bra and tiny top. I hadn’t had sex like that since I was a teenager and it was exciting. The next time two weeks later, we were both looking forward to it again and at his request I wore this tiny denim skirt, (specifically purchased days earlier); No panties and a tank top, with wedge heeled sandals. After we’d had sex and rested, he’d teased me by grabbing my skirt and top and making me chase him –whilst I was still starker’s! This lasted for maybe 5 or 6 minutes at the end of which we were both ready for sex again. On our way back to the car he got me to do various things which in my sexual high I went along with, first pull my skirt up higher so it was like a belt around my waist, then he had me pull my top down so one breast was bared, then both hanging freely in the breeze. We walked along with me like that for minutes, I felt rather nervous but excited at my state of exposure, a fact borne out by my rock hard nipples. We did this once more in what was left of that summer. I was ‘dressed’ exactly as previously, no underwear and with my denim skirt, a top where I could pull one or both breasts out of cover. On our first trip, I had ‘bared’ one and then both breasts for short periods as we walked. When we got to the quieter part he dared me to take my top right off completely for one minute, I did so, and we walked on but maybe 4 maybe 5 minutes passed with me still exposed like that and he turned and kissed me feeling my already hard nipples, I felt him tug at the skirt zipper and didn’t protest in the slightest as it fell to my feet - thinking we’d have sex right there, but he turned and walked on, he was now holding my skirt and top, I was starkers!. Naturally I followed - now naked and feeling deliciously naughty, acutely aware of how ‘wet’ I was. I followed him along the path shield by trees and bushes heavy with leaves, till maybe 5 minutes later he stepped onto a wide well used track. I was about to tentatively follow him out when he held up his hand, I stopped. First 2 boys on bikes then 2 more flashed by him heading down the hill at speed, I was like a rabbit caught in headlights, I couldn’t move. They were gone in barely a second, but a glance to their left would have seen me in all my glory, because I was literally 3 feet and maybe 2 seconds from stepping onto that track The sexual surge I felt was enormous. Seconds later in deep undergrowth David and I were at it like rabbits. When we got our breath back, David said he was impressed that I hadn’t put my arm and hands over my breasts and pussy, when the boys went past. I didn’t like to admit that it never even crossed my mind it was so quick. We both realised another couple of seconds of walking and I’d a have been right on the track as they cycled down, He asked ‘But if they had seen you and stopped, what then?’ ‘Well they’d have got a real eyeful of me, but seeing you there would have put them off’ I said. ‘Supposing I was a bit further on and they didn’t see me’. I saw my husband was getting hard again. In a year’s time I’d have given him a different answer, that day I said I’d run. Of course I still hadn’t had any extra marital sex at this point. What did happen was I had some very erotic masturbatory climaxes on my own thinking of what I would have let those lads do, having caught me like that. That was the last one of that summer, by start of October it was too cold to play anymore. So we stopped our activity on the parkland and did some stuff in pubs; restaurants and cinemas with naked but for my knee high boots and my special coat, which was a mid- thigh beige raincoat, Later on he’d dared me to cut the buttons off it, so now it was only held together by me having my hands in the pockets or a belt tied around my waist. The spring of 2009 started really early and it was warm enough for me to agree to play our game again at the end of March. I was coming to the point of where I wanted to be caught out! I was almost relishing a repeat of my last visit, coupled with my new sexual freedom, my masturbatory fantasy centring around me being caught naked out in the woods was quite developed. By now in bed David and I had colluded on my sexual masturbation of being caught out naked, but I knew the concept of me having sex with a stranger was a huge turn on for him and I’d been climaxing on that idea for months with him and on my own. David was now so definitely wishing to see me caught and more, he was now taking tracks into the less dense parts and where there were people. As summer became warmer in May, my attire changed to a knee length thin summer dress with a few buttons on the front and a pair of ankle boots. The dress itself was pretty yellow and blue, David had me cut off 5 of the eight buttons on the front - one button was just below my breast line, another on my hip line, and one level with my pussy. Standing still, I just about looked decent although the plunge on my breasts was pretty drastic, but the thin material easily pulled to one side to leave one or both breasts exposed. When I walked with the lowest button unfastened, the skirt parted to the hip button, very easily showing my now permanently trimmed pussy, if I undid the bottom two buttons the skirt would flow behind me; walking with all three buttons undone the dress hung off my shoulders fully open all the way as I walked. One afternoon, I was ‘dressed’ for our game and David took our 2 boys into the house of our friends whilst I waited in the car, being a warn day the car windows were down. Suddenly from behind me, Andrew the husband appeared yards behind our car, I’d almost forgotten my state and there he was hands on the door sill his head almost in the car. I felt my whole body flush in sexual excitement, my pussy virtually leaked. I had no idea what I was showing him (I couldn’t look down). He later told me that when I turned to face him my whole right breast was uncovered and it was so nice, more so when he noticed my labia was also showing. That afternoon I was just so horny, when we got to our special place David led me to a small clearing, where he had me slip off the dress and then he tied my hands behind a tree which he backed me up to. He then did the same to my legs around my ankles. He played with me for a little while increasing my arousal, then walked off leaving me there. As he stepped back onto the track, he said ‘see you back at the car, then’ and was gone. “OMG!” Surely he didn’t really mean that. But then he left - well not quite, he told me this was his forfeit, to try to struggle free and get back to the car. I couldn’t believe it, yes, we’d discussed me getting back all the way to the car naked, it had been an idea kicked around as we drove home. I expected he would hang around to see if I freed myself. I tried but the branches were chaffing the back of my legs, arms and back. I knew I could get free, but how long would it take?, how far away was David? I waited patiently and still aroused, was he watching me?, would somebody walk by and see me? I was 20 yards from a wide, well used track, I was reasonably surrounded by bushes in full leaf, but there was what seemed like a huge gap right in front of me to that track. I started to try to work my hands free and succeeded after some minutes, just as I did so, I heard a cough, then I saw the head of an elderly man coming along the track. My heart was racing, my ankles weren’t freed, I had to stay there as still as possible. I watched his dog walk on pass the gap then he did, luckily the track was angled slightly away from my gap, had he come the other way he would have seen me – no doubt about it. I freed my ankles quite quickly, then realised that David had walked off holding my dress. I moved to the gap, the elderly guy was now 60 or so yards from me. But he was going the way I needed to go to get back to the car. It was now getting quite late – about 6pm- and although it would still be light for hours yet as it was mid-June, I knew I had to move. I stepped onto the track and started walking, the guy was 100yards away now, but within 5 minutes I had halved that distance. My heart was hammering. I still had plenty of shrubbery around to duck into, but sometimes it’s not so easy to react that fast, he might turn around faster than I could move away. I was trying not to look at him, in case he ‘felt my eyes on the back of his head’. In spite or because of my predicament I realised I was still very aroused. A few more minutes and I was getting too close, he was 30 yards away from me and now the shrubbery was giving way to young Pine and Silver birch trees, with little or no cover for me. I had to duck behind a large bush and plot my next move, I was wondering if David was watching to see what I’d do. I’d not been there 10 seconds when first three, than another two bikes went hurtling along the path the same direction as I needed to go, I wondered if they had seen me at all, they didn’t even pause as they flashed by. I crouched there realising what a narrow escape I’d just had. Suddenly I was like a balloon with any air in it, deflated. I didn’t have the nerve to walk across the remaining distance to the car the area was wide open with Pine and silver birth tree with trunks of less girth than a telegraph pole and no real vegetation around. Eventually my husband gave up waiting, saying next week we’d do it all over again. I don’t know why I had assumed that no one else had seen me flashing and exposing my body the few times we did it in 2009/11 but yes I had been seen and slowly they came to light. Anyway the next time he tied me up became a whole new episode. Andrew, is the husband of the couple with whom we had the mutual ”baby sitting service”. Andy and his wife were both about the same age as me. He made his pass at me during a birthday party they invited us in September 2009. He admitted to me in his preamble that he’d seen my bare pussy a couple of times when I dropped our sons off with them, even before that day when he caught me in the car, and had followed me and David a few times after that and had watched my antics out on the parkland a few times. Andy told me about the first time he glimpsed me one day earlier in the summer, as I brought the boys over he was in the garden as I swung my legs out of the car he saw that I was naked under my light coat, apart from my knee high boots. He said the coat was gapping all the way down the front (Because David had dared me to remove all its buttons and was from then on only held by a belt) but I’d opened my thighs as I got out of the car and given him a full on pussy view for about 5-6 seconds. Leaving the boys with his wife, he’d followed our car to the car park and then spent about 90 minutes watching us or rather me, walking naked and giving my husband a blow job and later on fucking me over up against a tree. After that he knew where to catch us every time we dropped the boys off. I was in no doubt that I had flashed him unknown to myself, as he was aware that I was shaven around my pussy lips but with a patch above. And of course there was the day he waylaid me in the car. That confession was probably the only thing about him that turned me on, as he told me he had run his hand up my thigh to confirm that under my short dress I was wearing an open crotch pair of tights and he found my pussy very wet. Wet, enough for a ‘quickie’ there and then, and I even undid my dress held by only one button and slipped it off completely as I didn’t want a stain on it, underneath was only those tights. After that, for a time with almost weekly sex also we did some daring sex acts within his house with his wife and kids around – like blowing him in the kitchen – a quick fuck in the bathroom, he loved me to go over there in just my boots and coat. I had told David about Andy and told Andy it was okay with David that he was fucking me etc., and Andy became another guy with whom we had a threesome and with who David had watched me in action. ** When I was 15 I used to hang out with 2 boys who were neighbours, I hadn’t had sex properly at this point, but my first real experience was one afternoon, out in local woodland they both sorta held me on the ground and freed my breasts and pulled my panties down and felt me up. I didn’t really struggle as I liked it. In the next three weeks we experimented with mostly oral sex and fingering – they were my first blow jobs; but also because on the first day my mother had thrown a fit over the state of my clothes, I often undressed for them in the woods, I also let them tied me up against trees and play with me. I pretended not to like it but I did and they knew it. Then one afternoon they steaked me out on the ground legs and arms wide apart and took turns to fuck me. I realised that it was inevitable, but they didn’t use condoms and I wasn’t on the pill, it felt nice. A couple of times I felt sure we were being watched, but the boys were too busy and I felt a bit paranoid after a couple of times. I had taken to going to meet up with the boys in just a skirt and top, because my nice underwear was getting ruined, and in turn they had started leaving my clothes further away from where we ‘played’ and started leaving me whilst I was still tied up, having to get free (not too difficult) and grab my clothes; but what they didn’t realised and neither did I really was that being tied up outdoors was sexually stimulating me. The afternoon of my first stake out and their first penetrated sex with me, they ran off leaving me, I had just got both hands free when this guy came up. I’d been right about someone watching. I have no idea how old he was maybe 40 + but at 15 everyone over 20 is old. Anyway he entered me and fucked me properly with a big cock, I actually felt him cum in me. When he pulled out he got me to suck him till he came off. He told me if I told anyone he had pictures of me and the boys and we’d all be in for it. I wasn’t going to say anything anyway. The next day I couldn’t wait for the boys to finish up and go, I made no effort to free myself and my new lover took me again. He was my secret, all that summer (till it got too cold) 4 or 5 times a week he’d come and do me, mostly whilst I was still tied up. So that’s probably where I got my liking for outdoor sex, in bondage and so on. Oh after that summer, I never saw that man again and I’d moved onto a boyfriend by 16 (and was on the pill). |
Pool party Two young girls, Emily and Alice, were enjoying their summer vacation at Emily’s house while her parents were visiting their family. It was a hot day, and they decided to swim in their back-yard pool. Alice: I’d love to go for a swim right now, but I don’t have a bathing suit! Emily: I would let you borrow mine, but I only have one. It has a swim skirt on it though, maybe one of us could wear the bottoms, and the other the skirt! Alice: Wow, that’s really risqué. It’s such a tiny skirt, it wont cover anything! I kinda wanna try it out. Emily: I kinda wanted to try it out too but go ahead. Oh, what are we going to wear for our tops? Alice: Maybe I can use your headband around my chest. That’ll cover the most important part, I guess. Emily: Totally sexy. Go ahead and try it on, I want to see how it looks. Alice goes into the bathroom to change and comes back out. The skirt only comes down on her left side, exposing her pussy from the side. Most of her right ass cheek is exposed. Her tits showed a decent amount of cleavage and underboob, and she would expose herself if she wasn’t careful. Emily: Wow, I can totally see your pussy when you walk. Alice: Do you want to try it on? Emily: No, but I am going to wear something similar. I bet I could get the same effect if I wear a bandana around my waist. Emily goes into the bathroom and emerges with the bandana. She too, wears it to her left side, but her pussy is completely exposed from the front. Both the girls were getting wet. Emily: Oops, I forgot to wear a top. Do you think I need one? Alice: We wouldn’t want to expose ourselves, incase the neighbors saw us, do we? Try this. Alice picks up a box of waterproof Band-Aids, hands her two small round ones, and places them on Emily’s nipples, the outer rim of her areolas visible. Her nipples turning hard when touched, stretching the elastic on the Band-Aids. Alice turns around to head to the pool, and Emily smacks her butt. Alice, turns around, and slaps Emily’s pussy like an underhanded high five. They both giggle and play like this as they head down. Emily: I’m kind of scared of the neighbors seeing us, I can see their windows. Alice: Well, it’s not like we’re naked or anything. It is a hot day after all. If they see us, they’ll probably understand. They both tiptoe across the hot cement, and wade into their heated swimming pool, just cool enough to be refreshing. Emily: Hey the pool cleaner is coming to visit. Alice: Maybe it wants a threesome. Alice picks up the car shaped pool cleaner, and aims the hose attached to it at Emily’s face. She shrieks and covers her face. Noting how warm the water is, coming out of the hose. Alice aims it at Emily’s chest, knocking loose one of her Band-Aids, it remains gripped at the corner. Emily: Oh my god, my Band-Aid, I’m naked! Emily reattaches it, but the stickiness is gone. Emily: Guess I’m gonna have to use your headband instead. The girls fight over the headband, Emily, now using the pool cleaners’ hose as a weapon. Alice: Ok, ok, you can have it. I will just keep the water above my chest to cover it. Alice hands her the headband and takes the pool cleaner to a deeper area where she can stand. Feeling horny, aims the hose at her clit and labia, the jet making her lips vibrate. She brings it closer to vagina and inserts it. Warm water floods her pussy and womb, making her belly expand. Alice: Look Emily, I’m pregnant. Emily: Oh my god, did you put the hose inside you? Alice: Yeah, it feels really good. Her vagina ripples from the jet stream, bringing her close to orgasm. She inserts it deeper, kissing her cervix, and feels the warm liquid touch the back of her womb and shoot down her fallopian tubes. She begins rubbing the hose in and out in a thrusting motion. Emily, stares in amazement. Alice begins to orgasm, when she sees an older teenage boy, shirtless and in swim trunks, with a towel around his neck. Alice, is frightened, her head is shaken by fear, as the sight of the mans abs floods her brain with hormones and she cums abruptly. Failing to contain her expression. Jason: I’m sorry, I thought you guys had all left. You caught me, I sometimes come over and help myself to your swimming pool. My name’s Jason, by the way. Emily: You can’t be here. You need to leave. Jason: Please, just let me cool off my feet. I walked here barefoot. Jason enters the pool without waiting for a response. Jason: Wow, that’s really nice. Are you sure I can’t stay? Alice turns to Emily, with a small smile. Alice: I’m fine if he stays. Emily, looking down, close enough to see Alice’s exposed breasts, as Alice loosely folds her arms over herself. Images of a threesome flash in her mind. Smiles at Alice. Then turning to Jason. Emily: Ok, you can stay. But you have to wear something different. We’re doing makeshift swimsuits today. I want you to wear that inflatable pool donut. Just the donut. Alice: Actually, I want you to add that broken pool noodle to your boy parts. Jason: What has gotten into you girls? How am I going to swim like that? Emily: Just put it on, go into the shed, it’s unlocked. Jason disappears for a moment, wondering if these girls are being dirty or are trying to trick him, then sticks his head out. Jason: Umm, I can’t get the noodle around myself like you wanted. It’s too small. Emily: Just come on out, I can help you. Jason: I’m rather exposed, not sure I should. You girls look really young. Alice: We don’t mind, if you come out, we will show you what we are wearing. Jason walks out, fully erect with the donut pinning his member straight up. The donut sags over his butt. He walks over quickly, looking at the windows of his neighbors, and gets in. Sitting on the shallow steps. Emily: Wow, you look really funny. Check out our outfits. She stands up from the shallow end, and spins around. Revealing her headband top with her nipples poking through, and her exposed ass and completely bald pussy. Her bandana doing nothing for her privacy. Emily: Come on Alice Alice: Umm, ok. Alice, nervous about her boobs showing stands up with her arms crossed. Remembers Jason’s erection, decides to match his level of exposure, and drops her arms. She then gives Jason a nervous smile. Emily: Here, let me help you get that pool noodle on. She takes the pool noodle, then reaches out and grabs Jason’s cock, as it already is leaking precum. Emily freezes, her mind going blank for a moment, and her pussy twitched. Unable to breathe normally, she tries fitting the pool noodle over his cock, but it wont go. Jason winces in pain. Emily: Maybe we should lubricate it. Alice: Maybe you should use your spit. Emily looks back at Alice and glares. Knowing what she is insinuating. Jason thinking this is his lucky day, slides the donut tube off, and sits up on the ledge, exposing his erection to the air. Emily gets pulled forward, still gripping his cock, her face close enough to his member to smell it. She begins to salivate, and her lips part unconsciously. She stays there, transfixed on his penis, as it slowly oozes precum. She leans closer, her breath can be felt by Jason. Then, unable to resist, takes the head into her mouth and sucks. Alice: Oh my god. Guess you’re gonna be his swimsuit, huh Emily? Jason gasps, as Alice stands next to them, her right-hand fingering herself. Emily bobs up and down, his penis reaching her throat then back to the tip of her tongue, over and over. She is in love. Her eyes roll in the back of her head, closes her eyelids, and sucks. Hard. Then, holding her breath, she takes it deep into her throat, then back up. Deeper the next time. Then finally, she gets it all the way down, her nose touching Jason’s stomach. She sticks her tongue out and licks Jason’s balls. She is now sucking as hard as she can, fingering herself with her right hand. Continuing the suction, she comes up for air, then back down several times, trying not to gag. She takes her left hand and plays with Jason’s balls. Jason tenses, and Emily feels his whole member convulse, taking her by surprise. She feels his urethra expand from the tip of her tongue, all the way into her mouth and down her throat, then a warm goo forms deep down her throat and drips into her stomach. Emily was sucking harder than ever, feeling her stomach grow hotter. Emily and Alice finger themselves to orgasm shortly after. Emily: Heh heh, how about that pool noodle? She tries it on but Jason, swats it away. Jason: I’m a bit sensitive now, maybe later. Alice: Maybe it’s not slippery enough Alice moves in front of Emily and puts one foot over Jason’s legs. Emily, getting a good view of Alice’s ass, reaches up and grabs it with both hands, then proceeds to gnaw on her exposed right cheek. Alice standing over Jason’s still erect member, giving him a partial view of her pussy and her completely exposed breasts. Jason reaches out and grabs the back of her thighs rubbing them up and down, then a little further up, grazing her ass. Emily, grabs his hands and places them over Alice’s ass cheeks, and presses his hands to her butt. Alice nearly falls forward. She stabilizes herself, turns her head and places Emily’s face square in the middle of her butt. Emily couldn’t help but start licking Alice’s pussy lips. Jason, not wanting to be left out, leans forward and licks Alice’s clit and front of her vagina, occasionally touching tongues. Alice sees Jason’s erection in full force, pushes him back, and mounts him. Her pussy tightly grips his head as she easily slides down due to the immense amount of lubricant. Jason felt his cock crushed by her tight pussy, feeling both pain and pleasure. Emily, now sitting beside them, watching patiently. Alice: It’s in as far as it can go, can you try moving? Jason: Sure. Jason, feeling her cervix touch the head of his penis, begins thrusting slowly, making ripples in the water. The head of his penis compressed against her cervix stretched her pussy slightly deeper. Jason desperate to get the remainder of his cock enveloped, continues to push her insides. Alice: It’s so deep! I think it’s behind my belly button. Jason: I want to go even deeper. Alice moans in pain, but the thought makes her even wetter. She takes a knee on her left, but his cock prods her up, and she can’t let her right knee down. Determined to take him deeper, she balances herself on his cock, putting her body weight down on her cervix. Emily: Maybe we can get more comfortable inside. Jason and Alice agree. He stands up, still in penetration, and picks up Alice as she slides even deeper. Alice: Agh! It hurts so much right now. As Jason walks, the motion teases Alice as she twitches very slightly. Completely letting go of Alice, he holds Emily’s hand as she gets the door. He lays down on the couch face up, getting it all wet from the pool water, as Alice falls on top of him. He starts thrusting his hips, gently touching her cervix, hitting it harder every time. Alice is moaning and Emily straddles Jason’s face, he licks her every way he knows how, then buries his tongue in her pussy. Alice: I’m coming! Cum inside me. Cum deep inside me. Flood me deep with your sperm. Fuck! Knock me up. Just cum. Just cum. Give me your fucking baby! I need it so bad! Ahhh! Alice is convulsing extremely hard, tightening herself around Jason’s erection. Jason grabs her shoulders and slams his hips forward, getting the last little bit of his cock inside her. She yells, and he feels his cock erupt inside her, convulsing quickly and many times over. The tip of his cock makes a vacuum seal around her cervix, and sperm shoots directly in. Alice is reminded of the pool cleaner. But this was hotter, hotter to the touch and way sexier. Alice: Oh my god, I can’t believe we just did that. I really might get pregnant. I don’t know what came over me. Alice starts gyrating her hips forwards and back, as Jason’s cock starts to deflate. After a minute, she gets off, and Emily quickly hops on, not waiting any longer. Jason yells as Emily penetrates herself on his semi hard cock, taking it comfortably down to her cervix. Jason: Aghh! Can you get off? It is so sensitive right now. Alice turns to watch, her jaw hinges open. Emily: Oh, I’m gonna get off alright. She starts bobbing herself on top of him, not caring how much pain it caused him. She was far too horny to care. Jason gasps in pain, as Emily leans forward and French kisses him. She is riding him faster now, and the pain is going away. His cock begins to inflate once again and they continue to fuck each other. He sits up, holding her back as she leans backwards, his cock applying pressure to her g-spot. Jason: Do you want to be knocked up too? Just like your friend? Emily: Uhh. Jason: Do you want to feel my cock shoot inside you? Jason Kegels, to give her a taste. It was too much for her, she starts cumming, thinking he was having an orgasm. Jason felt this, and Kegels several times to amuse her. Emily wasn’t sure if it was real or not, but her pussy didn’t care, it enjoyed the sensation just the same. Emily: Did you cum? Jason laughs, and starts thrusting faster. Emily: Guess that’s a no. He he. Jason turns her around and starts Frenching her, he is fucking her faster and deeper. Emily: Deeper! Deeper! Oh god, yes, please! Jason is now pounding her cervix in full force, determined to get as deep as possible. Emily relaxes herself, easing the pain. Jason holds his cock in deep, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate. Her cervix is dilating. Jason can feel the tip of his penis getting squeezed super tight, as he continues to push further. It is now stuck. When he pulls out a little, her womb comes with it. Emily is now biting her hand. Emily: Please stop! It hurts! Jason pauses. Jason: Didn’t I tell you the same thing earlier? Jason picks back up slowly and presses forward. His cock sliding deeper into her womb. He presses deeper, increasing the pressure around her cervix, then they both felt a pop. Her womb completely engulfed the head of his penis. Jason kept pressing, widening her hole even further. Finally, he was buried to the hilt. Emily bites her bottom lip, in waves of pain and pleasure. She loved the feeling of him being deep inside of her, well beyond her belly button. It stopped her from taking full breaths, but her poor bruised cervix was too much to bear. Jason wasn’t stopping his thrusts, he thought she brought this on herself when she hopped on Jason’s cock when it was still too sensitive. She liked the feeling of being overpowered. A tool for Jason’s pleasure. She would endure the pain for his sake. This pain made her feel good. Emily: Fuck me however you like. Don’t stop if I yell. Jason starts taking long and deep thrusts, popping her cervix over and over, his head stretching out the back of her womb. He takes it out to the very end and slams it in, mashing pubic bones. His balls slap her asshole. Over and over, faster and faster. Emily is grunting, yelling and thrashing, but Jason pins her down. Jason: I’m gonna knock you up! Emily: Oh fuck! Emily wraps her legs around his back and squeezes him closer. Then one final time, he goes as deep as he can, the head of his cock swells, and his whole cock spasms uncontrollably. The splash of warmth at the back of her womb triggers another orgasm. Her cervix tightens in conjunction, creating a vice around his shaft, her womb expanding with the massive torrent of cum now pooling inside of her. Continuing to blast her insides, they both moan in pleasure. Finally, he spasms one last time and rests there for a minute, fully erect. Alice: My parents will be gone for the next few days; can you stay over? Jason: I think I can make the time. Alice: Great! Because there are a few holes you still haven’t filled. |
MENTORING BRANDON By Bob Chapter 18: A Thanksgiving to Remember Part 4 Brandon came over and put his arms around me. He held me close and kissed my ear and then my neck. "I love you Bob," is all he said and we fell to the bed in each other's arms. We fell asleep until Mikey came in to let us know it was time to get ready for our dates. Man, why did he have to remind me. I dreaded the evening to come, but knew that Brandon and I would soon be back in our room and be able to be ourselves. Brandon and I talked about the evening's activities and what we might expect. We agreed to be gentlemen and to let things happen as they might progress. "Beside," I said. "This might just be the night you have sex with a female." He hit me on the arm but had this look of fear in his eyes. I suddenly was sorry that I had brought that up, but whatever happened, I knew that Brandon and I would work it all out between us. Brandon hit me hard on my shoulder, but I also knew the realization that something might happen during our date was foremost on his mind. I blocked his second attempt to hit me and we fell back to the bed together. "I'm sorry, love," I began. "I really didn't think that something like this would happen and I really was kidding when I said you might have the opportunity for sex with Sherry tonight." "Actually, Bob, that doesn't bother me," he retorted. "What does bother me is whether or not I will even be able to get it up to do anything if it comes to that." "When have you had a problem getting that monster up!" I laughed. "No, I really mean it, Bob," he said very seriously. "That thought has been in my mind since the first time you and I were together." I leaned in and kissed him. "Don't worry, Bran. If it comes to that we will cross that bridge when it happens." I looked over at the clock and saw it was almost six o'clock. Mom said we were going to pick up the girls at Karen's house at seven, so I suggested that we get ready. I looked over at the bathroom and suggested that we shower and get dressed. I called in Mikey and told him to stay in the room as Brandon and I showered in case my mother or father came up to see how things were progressing. At least he could say that we were getting ready and they wouldn't walk in possibly and find the two of us in the shower together. Brandon followed me into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. I turned to him and began to undress him, taking off his shirt first and nibbling a second on his nipple. He moaned a bit then let me proceed. I undid his pants and with one motion took off his pants and underwear. His cock was semi-hard but I knew it wouldn't take me long to get it completely filled with blood. As I knelt down to pull his pants over his feet, I grabbed his dick with my mouth, just suckling a bit, not wanting to start something that we might not be able to finish. He held my head there and pumped a bit, but also knew that we didn't have the time we needed to enjoy ourselves. He reached under my arms and brought me back up to my feet and began to take off my shirt, then my pants. As I was free-balling that day, he didn't have to wait to see his prize. My cock was already hard, having had him in my mouth even for a few seconds. He licked my dick from the base to the head a couple of times, but rose to his feet very quickly. I turned on the water and tested it for temperature. I stepped in then extended my hand to him. He took it and stepped up over the tub and into the shower area. I took a washcloth and soaped it up and began to wash Brandon's back. I rubbed and rubbed, then moved my hands toward his chest where I continued to wash him. Slowly I worked each teat with the cloth, then my fingers. I moved down toward his crotch and then dropped the cloth onto the base of the tub. I soaped up my hands and took his dick into them, rubbing it and cleaning the head and shaft thoroughly. Of course this action made him hard which was only logical, but I didn't rub long, again not wanting to start something that I couldn't finish. I stepped forward and let Brandon rinse off the soap. He turned and bent down to pick up the washcloth. I had to restrain myself from grabbing his ass and spreading his cheeks and playing with his rosebud. I wanted so badly to make love to him! He came back up and repeated to me what I had done to him. He cleaned me thoroughly and also took his hands and washed my cock. Needless to say he had the same effect on me as I did on him. We heard some noise in the bedroom. I quickly stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around my waist. Fortunately, the blood in my cock quickly receded as I opened the door. My father was in the bedroom talking to Mikey. I looked out of the door and told him that Brandon was showering and we'd be out in a few minutes. He nodded his head and left the bedroom. I winked at Mikey and closed the door again. By this time, Brandon was out of the shower standing naked in front of me. I looked him up and down. "Well, I bet Sherry will love that thing," I said pointing at his now softened cock. We both laughed and walked toward each other and kissed. We then walked into the bedroom, towels wrapped around us and began looking for something to wear. "You going free-balling again tonight, Bob," Mikey asked with a grin. "Will make it a lot easier for Karen to grab what I know she wants." "No, I don't think I will tonight little bro. I want to keep as much between Brandon's property and her as possible." Brandon and I dropped our towels as we walked toward my dresser where my underwear was. I grabbed a pair of jockeys (which during those days was the underwear of choice) and threw a pair to Brandon. Even though I was a bit taller than Brandon, some of my clothes did fit him, which included my underwear. He filled them out as well as I did showing a big bulge in the whitey-tighties for Mikey and me to admire. And, admire the bulge Mikey did. He reached for Brandon's cock just as Joe walked into the room. Mikey's back was to the door and he didn't see Joe enter the room. He grabbed Brandon's cock and gave it a tug. Joe stopped in his tracks as he saw this but had the presence of mind to quickly shut the door as my mother was a few steps behind him. Mikey quickly released Brandon, fortunately as my mom poked her head through the door. "You guys better hurry, Bob," she stated. "You have about ten minutes before you have to go to get to the Gill's and you don't want to be late for your dates." "Yea, Mom, I know," I said a bit curtly. "Please, we are not dressed!" She closed the door just as quickly as she had opened it and we could hear her heading for the stairway. "That was close," Joe said. "What were you doing, Mikey?" "Nothing, bro, we were just kidding around. Now, let's you and me get out of here and let Bob and Brandon get dressed." With that he headed toward the door, grabbed Joe's hand and left the room. "Do you think that Joe bought that?" Brandon asked. "I doubt it, lover," I answered. "After what Mikey told me about teaching Joe a few of the things that we do, I'm sure he realized exactly what Mikey was doing. He won't say anything though, I'm sure," I ended as I pulled up my jeans. It was lucky that Brandon brought his suitcase up and had some clothes for the date. We could wear the same underwear and jeans, but my shirts would have really been too baggy for him. He chose as nice, but non-sexy shirt and put it on. I did the same and we finished dressing quickly. We headed downstairs and my mom and dad were there waiting for us. "Here Bob," my dad said handing me fifty-dollars. "This should be enough for you guys tonight. Mrs. Gill said that she had the tickets to the concert so that you don't have to worry about." I thanked my father as I grabbed not only the money, but the keys to the Chevy he had in his hand. I kissed my mother and told them not to wait up for us as the concert wouldn't be over till at least ten-thirty and then we would be going to get something to eat. They both nodded in understanding with my father telling us that the back door would be open for us to get into the house, therefore not waking everyone else going up the front staircase. Brandon and I finally got out of the house. We got into the car and headed for Karen's house. It was only about two miles away so the trip wouldn't be long. Brandon was really quiet for most of the ride until we turned into the Gill's driveway. "So, what is my date like?" he finally asked. "Honestly, Bran, I have never met Sherry. At least I don't think I have," was all I could say. "She doesn't go to my school, well, my former school I guess I should say. She and Karen have known each other for years and are best friends." I stopped the car and leaned over and kissed Brandon. "That's to hold you till we get home," I said with a big smile. He smiled back, but I could tell he was a bit apprehensive about what was going to happen the rest of the evening. He opened his door as I did mine and we headed toward the front door. Now, I have to tell you that Karen was the captain of the cheerleading squad as I was the captain of the football and wrestling team. It was a natural and always assumed by all the kids at the school that she and I would become an item. She was about five-foot two with long flowing blond hair. Her blue eyes were definitely that -- deep blue. She had a nice build, but was still developing when I dated her last. From what I saw at the restaurant she definitely was filling out. As we got to the door, Mrs. Gill already had it opened for us. "Hi boys," she said. "Karen and Sherry will be down in a second. You know girls they never are ready on time." We laughed thinking I believe it was the thing to do. Mrs. Gill pointed us toward the family room where Karen's father was sitting. As we walked in he stood up and came toward us, extending his hand. I took it and shook hands with him and then he turned to Brandon and did the same. "I know this wasn't something you expected, Bob. And I'm sure that your friend here..." I interrupted him and said, "Brandon." "Oh, yes, Brandon. I'm sure, Brandon you didn't expect to go out on your short visit, but I'm glad you two decided to take the girls to the concert. I know that Karen definitely wanted to see you while you were home, Bob. And, Brandon, I think you'll find that Sherry is a nice girl and you guys will have fun, since it is Nicky's group that you will be seeing." Nicky, was Nick Fortuna, one of the members of the Buckingham's. Nick lived about three doors from me and I had known him for almost all my life. He was four years older than me but was a nice guy that hung with all in the neighborhood. Many times I would go to his house when the band was practicing in his garage. I heard their first hit song, "Kind of a Drag" long before it hit the charts. As a matter of fact, later this month it would be released, I had heard. Eventually, it hit #1 on the Pop Charts and I was fortunate enough to hear it as it was a developing song. But, I digress. We sat on the couch talking with Mr. and Mrs. Gill for about five minutes before the girls came into the room. As they walked into the room, I about dropped. There was Karen looking very nice. Her hair was hanging over her shoulders onto a black top that really showed her growing figure. But that is not what shocked me. Along side Karen was her girlfriend, Sherry. Talk about a looker. If I were straight that is one girl I would have jumped at the opportunity to date. Her hair was a brilliant blond and her green eyes were very evident even from a distance. Her figure is what could be described as "stacked." Here breasts were pointing straight out at us (just like Brandon did with me most of the time) and she had to be at least a size forty-two. I looked at Brandon and he looked at me with amazement. I know that Mr. Gill saw our expressions and I saw a smile come upon his face. "Hi Bob," Karen said as she came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "This is Sherry." "Hello, Sherry. This is my roommate Brandon," I managed to utter. Brandon extended his hand to her, but she walked forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek as Karen did to me. I could tell Brandon was a bit uncomfortable, not to mention embarrassed. His face turned a deep red which I know that Mr. and Mrs. Gill chuckled about. "We better get going," I said trying to break what was a tense situation. I took Karen's hand and we headed toward the door. Brandon followed suit, taking Sherry's hand as well. When we got to the door I turned to Mr. Gill asking him what time we needed to have the girls home. I was hoping he would say early, but he said it didn't matter since this was a special night. However, he did mumble something about one o'clock, so I took that as the girls curfew. We headed for the car and I opened the passenger door for Karen. Brandon did the same for Sherry and we all got into the car. I turned on the ignition and noticed that Karen had moved closer toward me in the front seat. Looking at the rear-view mirror I could also see that Sherry had moved right next to Brandon. I could also tell by the expression on his face he was very uncomfortable with this occurrence. I started to make small talk as we headed toward our old school where the concert was being held. As we pulled into the packed parking lot, I noticed a lot of kids that I had gone to school with. This concert was specifically for our school, since Nick had graduated from there. I surveyed the crowd and saw Blake, the guy that Brandon worked out with the day before and then to my chagrin saw Terry as well. I certainly didn't want to get to close to him after what had happened during practice. I grabbed Karen's hand and we headed to another entrance avoiding Terry, hopefully for the evening. We gave the usher our tickets and to my surprise, we were escorted to the front row just below the stage. I couldn't believe that Karen had gotten such great tickets on so short a notice. "Wow, Karen, great seats," I whispered in her ear. "Well, thank Nicky for them, Bob. He knew you were home for the holidays and dropped them off for me yesterday making sure that I brought you." Brandon turned to me to tell me they were great seats and I relayed the information that Karen told me about how we obtained them. He smiled and then whispered into Sherry's ear the same thing. She told him she knew and turned away. I wasn't sure, but I had a feeling she was not as enthralled with Brandon as I was. A group I didn't know came out to start the show. Karen told me that they were kids from school, just starting up and being given the chance by Nicky and Carl to show what they could do. I looked closer and recognized a couple of them from my class. Actually, one of them, Jeff, I had been intimate with a couple years earlier. I certainly hoped he didn't see me and remember. The group called themselves the Crickets. Well, for that time in our rock history that seemed appropriate, I guess. As they ended their set, the lights went down and the crowd began to clap loudly. As they came up again, there were the Buckinghams beginning to play the song I remembered so clearly, "Kind of a Drag." They were fantastic and I knew someday (little did I know how soon) that they would make the charts. In the middle of the song Nick waved toward me and I waved back. I had told Brandon all about knowing them, but until that moment, I don't know if he believed me or not. I thought to myself, `why would I lie' but dismissed it as quickly as it came to mind. The last song was "Susan" which was destined to be another one of their top hits. They received a standing ovation, for what reason I don't know because we all were pretty much standing during the entire concert, clapping and dancing at our seats. They left the stage and the crowd was still going wild. They returned for an encore, playing another song soon to be a hit, "Hey Baby, They're Playing Our Song." When they finished, Nick knelt down toward me and told me to meet them at the back of the stage door and he would have passes for us. I smiled and told him we'd be there as soon as we could. "What did he say," Brandon asked loudly. I told him and he seemed astonished. We waited till the crowd thinned and then headed out the side doors. Having been part of the crew for a couple of musicals that we put on when I was a student there, I knew the back entrance and how to get there without being to obvious. We headed out the door, which led to a hallway inside the school. We went to the back door, stopped by security, but when I gave them my name, they stood aside and opened the entrance way. Once inside I saw Carl, who I knew, but not that well. He recognized me, however and called to Nicky. Nick came over and hugged me then Karen. I introduced Brandon and Sherry to him and he shook their hands. He led us into a dressing area and asked if we wanted something to drink. We all said yes and he handed Brandon and me a beer and the girls a coke. I was surprised that he had beer at the school, but decided what the hell and drank it. We talked for a while as he introduced the others to the rest of the band. I knew them from watching their practice, but not as well as Nick and Carl. Karen was really into the `groupy' thing, even then from what I could see. Brandon seemed to really get off on being with a band that had made a record. Sherry, on the other hand, I could tell was really bored. I pulled Brandon aside and he agreed with me about her reaction. I thanked Nicky for the passes and told him it was nice seeing him again and wished him success with the record that he told us was coming out later that month. I told him we had to get going, not only to get the girls home, but that we were leaving early the next morning back to school. He hugged me again and we all proceeded to leave out the back door. We headed to the now nearly empty parking lot, found the car and got in. "Hungry?" I asked everyone. They all nodded and we headed to a favorite restaurant of mine. When we got there we were seated quickly and ordered. We talked for quite sometime before our meal arrived. Karen put her hand on my leg and kept rubbing it back and forth. I looked over at Brandon and he smiled, knowing what was happening. Suddenly he jumped. I gave him a quizzical look. He moved his eyes towards his crotch and I realized that Sherry had just grabbed him. I saw Brandon put his hand under the table and I assumed he had grabbed her hand to stop her. But as time went by I realized that she had not stopped, but used her other hand to guide his toward her leg. I chuckled to myself, but that didn't last long as Karen noticed what was happening and her hand moved closer to my crotch and eventually she laid it right on top of my dick. I just looked at her and smiled, not wanting to cause a scene. Luckily, our food came about the same time which brought all hands above the table. More small talk took place as we ate. As we finished, I took out the money my dad had given to me, paid the bill and headed toward the car. It was only eleven-thirty and I knew that Karen expected us to stay out until the curfew that her dad had mentioned. "So, what shall we do?" I asked with trepidation. Karen turned to me, kissed me and whispered into my ear "the Hill." I was afraid of that all night and now she asked. The "Hill" was exactly what it sounds like, a hill overlooking the forest preserve near our home. I don't' think I need to tell you what normally happened at the "Hill." It was a well known make-out area and I knew not only would we have to be there a while, but a lot of my friends from my old school would probably be there as well. I looked into the mirror and Sherry was all over Brandon. I felt a twinge of jealousy, but realized that I expected something like that when we knew we were going out on a double date. I asked the two of them if they wanted to head for the "Hill" as Karen suggested and Sherry jumped on the idea. Brandon just rolled his eyes as he said yes, very nonchalantly. As we got up to the "Hill" it wasn't as busy as I expected, although there were about fifteen cars parked. I noticed Terry's car, which petrified me to be honest. And, I saw a couple of other cars I recognized as well. We pulled in between two cars rather than go to the end. I really didn't want to be that secluded with Karen and Sherry. Karen snuggled up to me and again placed her hand in my lap. Usually when I had a hand on my dick I would get an instant erection. However, I was a bit surprised that nothing really happened. Looking back I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but even with a girl, at that age I would have thought I would have some reaction. In the mirror, I noticed that Sherry had her mouth plastered on Brandon's. His arm was around her, but not holding her. Her hand was rubbing his crotch and I wondered if he was having the same non-reaction as I was at the moment. My question was answered when I heard an "Ummm, nice," from Sherry. I gather that Brandon was a typical 15-year old and had gotten hard with her stimulation. As I watched I could see that they were kissing rather passionately and again I felt a bit jealous. I knew deep down in my heart that I wouldn't loose Brandon, but anyone kissing him would have made me feel the way I did at that moment. Karen grabbed my face and turned it toward her. "Al right," she said rather annoyingly, "what gives, Bob?" "What do you mean, Karen?" "You're watching Sherry and Brandon make out but are ignoring me." I did realize what I was doing and actually felt very bad. I turned toward her and smiled. I placed my lips on hers and we began to kiss. She attempted to push her tongue into my mouth, wanting to French-kiss. I opened my mouth and let her in and imagined that it was Brandon kissing me. With that thought, I was able to return her affection, but having to close my eyes to maintain the image. I heard Brandon's breathing get a bit shallower. I knew that sound rather well. It meant he was near an orgasm. I know that Karen heard it as well and knew what it was as she looked back toward the two of them in the back seat. She smiled and began to move her hand more rapidly over my crotch. "Can I play with it?" she asked. "If you really want to, Karen, it is alright," I answered positive I didn't sound to thrilled about it. I reached down and opened my zipper giving her better access to what she wanted. She put her hand inside my pants and fumbled to get into my jockey shorts. She took her other hand and grabbed mine and put it on her left breast, closest to me. I had felt her up before so I knew what to do. This, however, was the first time that she touched my penis. The first, and last, time that we attempted to have sex, she didn't want to touch it, but did want me to play with her pussy and put my dick into her. That is a story for another time, but suffice to say it was a disaster, being the first attempt at male/female sex for me and her both. She found her way under the flap in my underwear and grabbed my cock. I was half-hard and that seemed to both shock and disappoint her. However, she managed to pull it out of its confines and wrapped her hand around me. She began to slowly stroke it making it a bit more erect, but it never did reach anywhere near what it normally did when I was sexually excited. As she played with me, trying to jack me off, I looked in the mirror and saw the same scene being enacted by Brandon and Sherry. I noticed, to my pleasure, that Brandon was nowhere near as hard as he could get. Playing with Karen's tit did nothing to enhance my erection, that is for sure, but seeing Brandon being stroked by Sherry did. My cock began to harden more (still never getting to full erection) and I heard Karen hum with excitement as she thought it was her making my dick fill with more blood. Looking down at her once in a while my biggest fear was that she might just go down on me and try to give me a blow job. However, I should have known better remembering her fear of even touching my dick during our first encounter. Suddenly I heard a moan from the back seat. I looked in the mirror just in time to see Brandon shoot a very small load for Sherry. That took me over the brink as well as I began to ejaculate. Neither Brandon, nor I, shot nearly the type of load that we did with each other, but both of us seemed to please the girls. After I came, Karen moved my hand from her tit to her groin, lifting her skirt for me to rub her pussy. She whispered in my ear not to go under her panties but just to rub her to help her get off. I obliged! After all, appearances here at home were important and I knew that word would get around that she got me off and I did the same for her -- as well as her girlfriend and my now believable roommate. Both Karen and Sherry began to breathe heavily as Brandon and I rubbed their clitorises underneath their panties. I smiled at Brandon in the mirror as both the girls were too far out of it to see us looking at each other. Sherry got to orgasm before Karen did, which was evident with her moans and screams. Brandon was usually loud, but this girl was unbelievable. I could tell when I saw the cars on both our left and right look over. Both the guys and girls that looked gave a knowing smile and then returned to their own pleasures. Shortly after Sherry's groans and moans were done, Karen began to tighten. I apparently had succeeded in bringing her to orgasm as well, but her reaction was much different. She held back any loud screams or verbalization. Instead I could tell by how she tightened all her muscles and literally trapped my hand on her pussy. I continued to rub, slowing down as I thought that her cumming would be just like Brandon, where she would be sensitive and want me to slow down. I was wrong! Instead, she grabbed my hand and began to assist me to rub even quicker and quicker, providing her with what I later found out were multiple orgasms. Being a male that concept was not in my sexual repertoire. I looked in the mirror again and saw Sherry again kissing Brandon very hard. As her orgasms subsided, Karen came up to my mouth and we began to make out, again. She took her hand and grabbed my penis again squeezing as we kissed. Karen then broke our kiss and looked at her watch. "Oh, Shit!" she exclaimed. "We are going to be late, damn it! We better get home, Bob or my dad will kill us." I looked at my watch and it was nearly one o'clock, her curfew. I pushed her up, put my cock back into my pants, zipped up and started the car. I backed up and started heading for her house. As we drove, both Karen and Sherry began to primp themselves so that her dad didn't know what had happened. Both of them were decent as we pulled into Karen's driveway. I got out and walked around to the passenger's side. I opened both Karen's door as well as the back door. Sherry slid out followed by Brandon. I looked down and saw that Brandon's zipper was open and used my eyes to tell him to zip up, which he did. We walked the girls to the door and gave them each a good night kiss.I thanked Karen for a good night telling her I'd see her if time permitted during Christmas vacation, knowing that there would be no time since we would be going to Brandon's for the holidays then down to Florida. The door opened and Mr. Gill was standing there looking at his watch. "Glad you guys made it," he said. "You have always been the model boy, Bob and Brandon, I think you are as well." It was exactly one o'clock. I sighed a sigh of relief. Brandon and I headed back to the car and go in, backing out and heading toward my house. He moved toward me, leaned over the steering wheel and gave me a big kiss. I reciprocated and continued to head home. "So, you're no longer a virgin," I quipped. "Nope, I guess not," he replied. "Brandon, what did you think?" "Honestly, it was all right, Bob, but no where near as pleasurable as with a guy." I couldn't help but smile. "I told you, didn't I lover?" "The weirdest thing, Bob," Brandon continued. He told me that although he wasn't hard, Sherry was able to get him off by him thinking of me in the front seat and that my cock was out of my pants. He said that Sherry didn't have any type of grip on his cock, really not stroking him like he needed. "But, I did cum, which I guess was what she wanted." "Yes, that is definitely what she wanted and from what I could tell, you got her off too." He smiled and nodded his head as we turned into my driveway. I shut off the car and turned to him. I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled his mouth toward mine. I kissed him, hard! My tongue dove into his mouth as began to battle his. He grabbed my head and held me as close as I was holding him. Suddenly the back yard light went on and we broke apart. I was scared as hell that mom or dad saw us and were going to know about our relationship. Instead, as my eyes adjusted to the light I saw Mikey at the door, apparently waiting for us to get home. He waved and I saw a big smile on his face as he opened the door. Brandon and I got out of the car, locked it and headed into the house. Mikey looked over both of us. "So, you both got something tonight, I see," he said. "And what makes you think that?" I asked. "Well, let's see here. Your shirts are out of your pants. Your zippers are both only half way up and that stain on Brandon's pants tells all." I looked over at Brandon and he looked at me. We both laughed as we grabbed Mikey and began to each hit him on his biceps. Then we stopped and hugged him, grabbing him toward us and kissed him on his cheek. "Time for bed, then, right?" he asked. "Damn right," I answered. "We have an eight o'clock bus back to CBS tomorrow and we still have to get packed." We hustled up the stairs to our room. As we entered, even with the lights off, I saw somebody in one of the beds. I turned on the light and much to my amazement there was Justin leaning on his hand with the covers over himself. "What in the hell is this?" I turned and asked Mikey. "Well, Justin's parents had to go to the hospital with his grandmother and they asked if Justin could spend the night here," Mikey responded. "So, I guess I have someone to sleep with tonight!" I grabbed him and kissed him again. This time I rammed my tongue into his mouth as my hand went down toward his crotch and I groped him. He did the same to me and we began a tongue war for about two-minutes. Brandon stood next to both of us with his arms around us, one hand on my back and one on Mikey's ass, rubbing it as I was playing with his dick. We broke and looked over at Justin. "You treat my brother well, Justin. You hear me?" "Like I did to you, Bob. Like I did for you." Brandon headed for the bathroom as I began to undress. Mikey took off his shorts which he was wearing and I noticed he had nothing underneath. He and Justin must have already been enjoying themselves, I remember thinking. I looked over at Justin, walked toward the bed and grabbed the covers pulling them off of him. Sure enough, there he was naked and hard. I looked at his erect penis and remarked how much he had grown since the last time I saw it. He smiled knowing that he had indeed gotten bigger. As Brandon came into the room he saw this site in front of him. "Starting without me?" I ran toward him and jumped into his arms. We fell to the ground then heard a knock at the door. Since Brandon and I were both wearing clothes, it didn't bother us, but Justin quickly pulled up the covers and Mikey slid into the sleeping bag on the floor next to the dresser. My dad opened the door seeing Brandon and I wrestling on the floor. "Okay, you two. You have an early bus and better get to sleep. I see you woke your brother and Justin, huh? Well, you and Brandon might have to sleep in the same bed tonight, Bob, with Justin staying if that is alright with you." I feigned disappointment with that, but said it would be all right for tonight. As dad left, Brandon grabbed me and kissed me. "Alright? Is that all?" "Yea, I'll put up with you I guess. But right now I have to piss, let me go!" I ran into the bathroom, relieved myself then came back into the bedroom totally naked. Brandon was already in bed and I snuggled up next to him. I turned to him. "I love you Brandon, more than ever." "Tell me something I don't know, Bob," he said kiddingly. Mikey got up from his sleeping bag and went to lock the door. I'm glad he did because morning came very quickly when we heard mom knock and tell us to get up and ready. As I awoke there I was, my arm around my lover, his head on my chest and his hand resting on my morning wood. I looked down on the floor and there was Mikey with his arm around Justin holding him close. His other hand was grasping Justin's morning hard-on as Justin had Mikey's in his hand. I am certainly glad that Mikey had the fore-thought to lock the door. I think mom would have had a cardiac arrest if she walked into that scene. I got out of bed quickly and ran to the bathroom, took a pee and turned on the shower. As I stepped into the shower and closed the curtain I heard the door open. I assumed it was Brandon and I told him to join me. As I was washing my hair, my eyes covered with soap, I felt him getting into the tub. The next thing I felt was a warm mouth on my hard cock. As I washed the soap from my eyes and looked down, there was Mikey doing a superb job on my cock. Unlike what might have happened earlier in the week, I just leaned back and rested myself on the shower wall as he brought me to orgasm. I held his head tightly assisting him by thrusting in and out of his mouth as his hands rolled my balls and his tongue licked the head of my cock. As I came, I thought how much more enjoyable this was than what happened with Karen the night before. I truly knew at that time that I was gay! I pulled Mikey up toward me when I finished shooting my load and kissed him. Our arms were wrapped around each other holding each other close. I looked down at him as we broke our kiss and told him I loved him. I told him that we weren't only brothers, but closer, much closer than ever before. He agreed with me and kissed me again. I asked him if he wanted me to help get him off, but he said that he didn't. He told me that he and Justin had both cum about four times before Brandon and I got home. He added that they also got off earlier in the morning before Brandon and I woke up. "You know something little bro?" I started. "You are even hornier than I am I think!" We both laughed and heard someone else laughing on the other side of the curtain. As we opened it, there was Brandon standing there waiting to get into the shower. "Can I use the shower now," he asked. "Why didn't you just come in?" "I didn't want to interrupt that beautiful brotherly scene that you guys just had." I laughed. "Well, you know you could have joined?" "Sure, but I have you for the next 3 weeks to myself, and I wanted you and Mikey to have one last fling before we left." Mikey grabbed Brandon and kissed him saying thank you in the one way he knew Brandon would accept. He and I got out of the shower and let Brandon take his as we went into the bedroom. Speak about being a horny guy, we walked in on Justin beating his meat, looked at each other and giggled. Mikey and I went about getting dressed as Justin finished what he was doing. When Brandon got out of the shower, Justin got up and took his shower as he was a mess with not only the load he had just shot, but the dried cum he had on him from the numerous orgasms he and Mikey had had the night before. We heard my dad yelling that it was time to go as Brandon and I finished packing the last of our things for the trip back to school. We grabbed our suitcases and dragged them down the stairs to the kitchen. Mom had our breakfast already on the table as we sat and gobbled it up. We both thanked my parents for a great week and Brandon thanked them for letting him come and visit and share the holidays with them. They both hugged him and told him that anytime he wanted to come to their home he was welcome. "After all," my mom began, "you and Bob have a very special friendship I can tell." My dad gave a knowing acknowledgement to what she said. It wasn't until about thirty-two years later that I realized that parents know their children a lot better than their kids realize. When we finished breakfast I ran up to Joe's room and knocked on his door. I didn't get an answer, but I certainly didn't want to leave without saying good bye to him. I opened the door and went over to the side of his bed. I looked down and saw my little brother sleeping like I remembered him when he was a baby. I didn't have the heart to awaken him and just leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. With that, however, he opened his eyes, saw it was me and grabbed my neck. He kissed me back. I told him I was leaving and would see him for Christmas break. He mumbled that he loved me, turned over and went back to sleep. Oh, I thought, to be able to do that again. Again I heard dad calling me telling me that we had to run. I closed the door and nearly fell down the stairs rushing to leave. I gave my mother a kiss goodbye and we headed for the car. Brandon had already taken our luggage and put it in the back seat, forcing my dad, me and Brandon in the front seat. It was a short ride to the bus station and my dad told us to behave ourselves at school, to enjoy the wrestling practices and meets that were coming up and to be sure to watch our weight. He concluded by telling Brandon and I that we were now going to be looked up to by our teammates with our captain roles being announced. "Don't do anything that other might get confused over, you two," he continued. "People talk and you certainly don't want anyone not to respect you for the athletes that you obviously are." Brandon and I looked at each other not knowing exactly how to take what he had just said. But before we could go into it any further we had arrived at the bus station. We gathered our things and had to run to catch the bus back to school. It was already boarding and we almost missed it. We threw our luggage into the compartment; I hugged my dad goodbye as Brandon shook his hand and again thanked him. We turned and got onto the bus, looking for a couple of seats together. "Over here, Bob," I heard someone say. As I looked over, there was Jeff, the guy that I met on the way home a week before. "Hey Jeff," I said. "I didn't know you were heading back today as well," I added. "Yep, I am, Bob. I guess that this is your co-captain Brandon, huh?" "Oh, yes, sorry. Brandon, this is Jeff, Jerry's brother." Brandon extended his hand toward Jeff. "Nice to meet you. I should have known, you look like Jerry a bit," Brandon continued. "I saw the two of you running for the bus so I saved you these two seats here, guys." "Thank you Jeff," I answered. "Hope you had a good holiday and a good wedding." He told us that the wedding was very nice and that everyone got bombed as they usually do at a wedding. We talked about our vacation and just made some conversation as the bus drove out of the depot and headed west. I so wanted to put my arm around Brandon and hold him close, but I wasn't sure about how others on the bus would take that, especially Jeff. Although I had my suspicions about Jeff, I certainly didn't want to out Brandon and me to the brother of a team member, especially after what dad had said. All I knew was that the last week had been fantastic. Not only was I able to spend it with the love of my life, but my relationship with my brother grew to that next level, one which I never anticipated it getting to. As the bus rolled down the highway, our conversation diminished and finally ended. We all laid our heads back onto the headrest and closed our eyes. For the remainder of the 4 ½ hour trip, not much was said. As I drifted off into a light sleep I couldn't help but dream of what it would be like to finally be back in our own room back at school. How I wanted to just hold Brandon close to me, hear his heart beating, feeling his body head next to mine and smell his boyish odor. As we felt the bus slow down, Brandon and I both knew it was time to gather our things as best we could. Just a few more minutes and then a five minute walk to our dorm and we would again be alone. I squeezed his thigh as he was still asleep and awoke him. He looked over at me and smiled. I knew that he, too, couldn't wait for that time when he and I would again be at OUR home. NEXT: Back to School and Onto the Mats – Chapter 19 |
MENTORING BRANDON By Bob Chapter 7: The Coming Out! The next thing I remembered was Brandon's voice. "No, no, not this. Oh, please. Coach, Coach," he yelled. "Bob's hurt....my God, he's out! I don't want to loose him! Help him, Coach...Help him!" Coach Marsh came running onto the field. Along with him was the trainer and luckily, for me, the team doctor. Brandon was kneeling on my left side, holding my head and talking to me. Coach Kistner was keeping most of the team away, but Tom and Dave were on my right side, adding to everything that Brandon was saying. As the trainer came close, he shoved Brandon away from me and began to examine my eyes. He already had his little flashlight on and was checking the pupils. The doctor walked slowly and Brandon kept encouraging him to hurry. Coach Marsh knelt on the side opposite Mr. Gallo, the trainer, and began to lift up on my pants in the middle near the stomach to give room for me to breathe. Brandon was now begging with the doctor to hurry. The doctor told him to not worry, that if there was something very wrong, Mr. Gallo would have motioned to him by now. I was in a state of semi-consciousness by now and could hear the conversation. I could hear Brandon pleading with the doctor, Tom reassuring Brandon that things would be okay, and Mr. Gallo asking me a series of questions. As my eyes opened, I surveyed everything above me. I could see Dave standing holding his helmet by the face guard in his right hand. He looked concerned. Tom had his arm around Brandon, who was looking into my eyes. I could see the terror in those beautiful blue eyes. His face was drawn and I saw a tear sliding down his cheek. I remember thinking to myself that I wanted to jump up and just hug him and let him know that all was fine, but couldn't sit up. I got scared until I realized that Coach Marsh and Mr. Gallo were the reason I couldn't sit up. In what was probably a few seconds, but seemed like hours to me, I regained total consciousness. I was answering the typical questions that are asked in a situation like this. "What's your name?" I remember Mr. Gallo asking. "Bob." "What day is today?" "Thursday, the 23rd." I answered, proud of myself because I already gave him the date. "Where does it hurt?" Mr. Gallo asked, now trying to zero in on any injury. I pointed to my left hip, where I was hit on the tackle. I looked up to Brandon and asked, "Did I hold on to the ball?" I heard laughter from the Coaches and Mr. Gallo. As I watched, I saw a look of relief on Brandon's face. He began to move toward me, his arms open, as if to hug me. Tom put his hand in front of Brandon to stop him. I saw him turn Brandon's head toward him, but couldn't hear what he said. Brandon shook his head yes and retreated. Mr. Gallo put his hand on my back and helped me to sit up. I was breathing normally now, but my side hurt. He asked me if I wanted to get up and walk to the training room, or if I needed help. I looked at Brandon and said, "I think I can get up, but could use a shoulder." Coach Marsh motioned to Tom and Brandon. He told them to help me to the training room and at the same time motioned to the rest or the team to move to the middle of the field. Dave asked if he could help, but Coach Kistner told him that two was enough and they had to continue practice. With the help of Mr. Gallo, Tom and Brandon, I raised to my feet. I was a bit dizzy and my hip hurt, but I really didn't feel all that bad. I know I could have walked to the training room myself, but having Brandon, with his left arm around my back and his right hand holding mine was more than I could deny. Tom, too, had his arm around me from the left and I could feel him patting Brandon as if to assure him that things would be back to normal soon. Mr. Gallo led us to the training room and where he instructed the two to help me onto the table. I sat on the end of the table on my own power, but Brandon kept his arm around my shoulder. I told the trainer that I was feeling better. "No, Mister, you just wait right there. The doctor wants to check you out and you aren't leaving until he gives the okay," he stated in that authoritarian voice he always used. "Tom. Brandon. You guys can go. I'm sure that Coach Marsh doesn't want what's left of his stud defense to miss practice." As Tom turned to leave, he told me to get better quick. "Oskie is too important for you to fake this cause you want to sit out a practice," he said with a smile on his face. He gave me a soft punch on my upper arm and headed out of the door. As Mr. Gallo left the training room, Brandon pulled me toward him. The tug on me almost made me slip off the table, but I knew I was fine in his arms. "I thought I lost you," he whispered in my ear. I looked up at him wanting to hug him and kiss him, but I knew that was dangerous with Mr. Gallo just in the other room. "Oh, you can't get rid of me that easy," I quipped. Brandon looked deep into my eyes. Without saying a word, his look told me that he loved me. I returned the same non-verbal message. He turned toward me, his back toward the door to the trainer's office, puckered up his lips and blew me a kiss. I smiled at him as he left the training room, watching him start to jog to the field. Shortly after I saw the door close behind Brandon, the doctor entered the room. He came over, told me to lie on my right side and examined my hip. He poked and prodded the entire area. A couple of times I jumped, not because it hurt, but because of the pressure that he was exerting on my hip. "I think you just had the wind knocked out of you, Bob," he said. "Nothing seems to be broken or doesn't look like a hip-pointer. We'll take an x-ray to make sure, but I don't think this will keep you out." I was relieved. This game was too important to me, and to the team, for me to miss it. When I got hit I thought I was out for the season. However, the doctor's words made me feel 100% better. By this time, Mr. Gallo came into the room. The doctor told him to get me to the hospital for an x-ray and that he'd read it by tomorrow's practice. He told me to make sure that I kept ice on the hip all night. With that, he left. "Go get dressed, Bob," Mr. Gallo instructed. "We'll leave in 10 and get this over with." "Sure Coach, will do." I walked to my locker, slowly. It didn't really hurt that much, but I was definitely not up to running to get my clothes on. I had time to shower, so I did, and was putting my shoes on as the team came into the locker room. Coach Marsh came over and gave me a thumbs-up and told me to be ready for the light practice he had planned for tomorrow, prior to the game on Saturday. Brandon turned the corner as the coach began to leave. He came over and sat next to me. "Bob, I was worried. I should have blocked Greg, but was just watching you after the pick," he continued. "I'm sorry." "Knock it off," I said, sternly. "It wasn't your fault and besides, I'm fine. Just a little bruise and I'll be ready to cover your ass on Saturday," I jokingly added. For the first time since I was knocked out, I saw that smile that always made my loins burn. I could feel what was happening and just smiled back. "Mr. Gallo is taking me to the hospital for an x-ray to make sure, but I'll be back soon," I said. "Ok, my love, I'll be waiting." "I know. Hey, by the way, what did Tom say to you when he stopped you out on the field?" I questioned. "Oh, that," he answered. "Well, he asked me if I was ready to tell the whole team we were lovers." "What!" "He stopped me from hugging you, Bob. It was a good idea." "I know, but how did he know that." "You're not exactly hiding it," I heard from the end of the row of lockers. Standing there was Tom, who I assumed had heard what Brandon had told me. "Bob I know how much you two care for each other and I think it's great. When you get back from the hospital, we'll rap, ok?" "Good idea," is all I could muster up as an answer. Just as I did, Mr. Gallo shouted "Let's Go!" After an hour at the hospital being prepped for the x-rays and having all these nurses poke and prod, Mr. Gallo dropped me off at the dorm. Nothing was found, from what he said, which was a good sign that I would be able to play against Oskie. I thanked him for everything and headed up to my room. Out of force of habit, I went to the room I shared with Tom and Dave. I opened the door and everyone got up and greeted me, shouting question after question. I looked around, but no Brandon. Almost the entire floor was there, but no Brandon. "So, Stud," Jon began. "Now you know what I went through every time I caught a pass." He put out his hand to shake mine, but then moved forward and gave me a big bear hug. I managed a thanks, barely able to breath. I continued to look around and I guess Tom realized what, or should I say who, I was looking for. "Don't worry, he's on the phone with his brother," he offered with a big smile. We sat and talked for about 10-minutes and everyone was wishing me congratulations that I wasn't hurt badly. You know, sometimes the thought of being injured, and they all were more worried than I was I suppose, since I was unconscious during most of the first few moments. Everyone had left, except the roomies and Jon, when Brandon walked in. He made a beeline to me, opened his arms and gave me a big hug. I realized that this was the best medicine I could have at this moment, as I am sure he did as well. He didn't kiss me, but made a kissing sound next to my ear. Of course, I realized what he wanted and so did I, but with the others in the room, both of us were being very careful, especially with Jon there. "Man, am I glad you're okay," Brandon said. "I was worried there for a while, bud." "Thanks, Brandon, appreciate that," I replied with a smile as I moved back from him. "Ok, Tom, what did I miss while you guys played around while Mr. Gallo had me locked up in there?" changing the subject. "Not too much," Tom said. "But, I think you, Dave, Brandon and I should go over some things. We can use your room, right Brandon?" Brandon shook his head yes and headed toward the door. Tom told Jon that he and Dave would be back shortly and the three of us followed Brandon. When we got to the room, I cleared a spot on the bed that Brandon and I were using as a dresser. Tom and Dave both smiled, knowing that meant that Brandon and I were sharing the other bed. "Ok, so tell me what you said to Brandon," I demanded looking straight at Tom. "Well, buddy, he was about to show the entire team that you two were lovers, Bob." "What do you mean, lovers?" I questioned with a bit if indignity. "Ok, stop now, guy. It is obvious to both Dave and me that you and Brandon have something going here, which is cool," Tom began. "From the first day you two met, I could tell, and so could Dave. And, to be honest, we both were hoping you two would get together." I was a bit taken aback. What did he mean that they were hoping? Brandon was standing there, as I looked at him, not really reacting to what Tom had just said. I wondered why, but I was too shocked by what I had heard. "I didn't know about wanting Brandon when we met. How did you?" "Bob, the look in your eyes was there. And, I knew Brandon was interested when he started to ask all these personal questions about you to me and Dave." I looked at Brandon and he just shook his head yes. It was apparent to me that the three of them knew more about what Tom was saying than I did. Dave was sitting, rather close, to Tom and his body language was agreeing with everything that Tom was telling me. "Listen, Bob," Tom continued. "It is fine with us that you and Brandon are interested in each other the way you are, believe us. As long as you are happy, and he is, is all that counts." All three had this shit-eating grin on their faces. Mine, on the other hand, was one of confusion. I didn't really understand what Tom was saying, except I did like the fact that he and Dave didn't mind me being "queer." But, I thought to myself, I was missing something, I was sure. "Hell, does this help you understand," Tom said, as he grabbed Dave and planted a big kiss directly on his mouth. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Their embrace was genuine. My mouth, from what Brandon later told me, was hanging wide-open in amazement. Like a ton of bricks, it hit me. I know that I am a bit slow at times, but this was more than I could grasp at that moment. Here, sitting across from me were two guys that I had roomed with for over 2 months, kissing. I was queer, but, if there were such a word back then as gaydar, mine had surely not been working. I had no indication all this time that Dave and Tom were, well, were like me. As I was watching them, mesmerized, Brandon got up off the bed and came over to me. He put his arms around me, his mouth on mine, and we kissed. I guess I was still a bit taken aback, because he rose up and with a little indignation said, "That was a kiss?" "I'm sorry love, but I'm a little surprised at all this," I vocalized for all to hear. "I had no idea!" By now, Tom and Dave had separated. They both smiled at me as they were holding hands. Dave was the first to speak. "I tried to tell you the other night, Bob, that Tom and I knew that you two were getting together. We, to be honest, knew about Brandon's interest in you for a long time. He had asked us what we thought. You see, he knew about Tom and me." "Where have I been all this time, then?" I asked. "I never would have guessed. It's groovy that you two are, well, like me, well us. But, I didn't know." Tom took this opportunity to explain it all to me. As he was telling the story, Brandon was sitting next to me, holding my hand and squeezing my thigh. I knew what he wanted, but now wasn't the time for that. Or, was it? Tom told me how he and Dave first got together last year. They had been roommates during their freshman year and really liked each other. Tom had a girlfriend in town at that time. As sophomores, they were allowed to date as long as they made curfew. It became a ritual that Tom would jack-off every time he got back from a date. It first started one night as Tom, lying under his covers was masturbating thinking that Dave was asleep. Dave had looked over and, without saying a word, joined him. As Tom looked over and saw Dave replicating his motions, he threw back the covers, exposing his hard cock to his roommate. Dave did the same and they both, almost immediately, came with great force. Both were a bit embarrassed after it happened, but Dave decided it was time to tell Tom about himself. It turned out that Dave, since they first met, liked Tom more than just as a roommate. Dave knew he was attracted to guys, and Tom was the one that made him realize it wasn't just a phase he was going through. He admitted to Tom that he had jacked-off many times as Tom slept, just looking at him laying on top of his covers, his cock outlined in his shorts, wondering what it would be like to have it in his hand, but more than that, in his mouth. As Tom continued the story, Brandon's hand was now on my cock, massaging it as began to rise. I really wanted to stop Brandon, not really, but felt a little self-conscious. I noticed that Dave was doing the same to Tom, so I just let it happen. Tom continued to tell me how he and Dave grew from jack-off buddies to what he called boyfriends. He related how he felt closer to Dave than anybody else. They had grown from roommates to emotional and sexual partners. He also said that Brandon was well aware of this at the end of the previous school year, having walked in on Tom and Dave one evening late last spring. They had talked about their mutual sexual interests, although nothing ever happened between the three of them. He told me that when I came and was assigned as the third in their room, Tom and Dave were very upset, not knowing if they could be themselves with me there. He also said that Brandon had talked to him many times about me. It was at this point that Tom realized that he was interested in me more than as a football or wrestling teammate. So, when he walked into Brandon's room the other day, he continued, he wasn't all that surprised at what he saw. "So, you understand now," he sad as he completed his story. "Yes, Tom, I do, but to be honest," I continued, "I really am surprised, pleasantly, but surprised. So, now, what do we do about all this?" "Well, when Brandon told us that he wanted to ask you to be his roommate, Tom and I told him to go for it. We had a feeling you'd say yes and that is why I told you that it was a good decision," Dave added. "Thanks, guys," I said as I got up and hugged them both. "Thanks for telling me about the two of you. It makes me know that I'm not all that unusual, or should I say makes me know that WE are not that unusual," I continued as I hugged Brandon and gave him a big kiss. With that, we all began to hug. And, each and every one of us was in a highly excited state. I could feel Tom's big cock against mine as we pulled each other close. And, for the first time, I kissed both Dave and Tom, as did Brandon. Both Brandon and Dave were hard as rocks themselves. A thought rushed through my mind knowing that all four of us were hard and undoubtedly wanted to have sex. At home, I had enjoyed sex with three of my friends where each of us played with each other and got off in a mutual circle jerk. I didn't know, however, the reaction that Brandon or my roommates would have to that type of suggestion. We then moved to our own significant other. Brandon placed his arms around me and kept me close. He knew that my hip hurt and was very careful not to press to hard on that area as he hugged me. His tongue glided across my lips and made its way into my mouth. We kissed deep and hard for a very long time. I could see, over Brandon's shoulder, Tom and Dave in the same embrace. As we all broke from each other, I began to giggle. "Ok, guys, I just realized that Brandon and I have had the chance to be together the past two days, but you two have had your brother living with you, Tom. So, I have an idea here." Brandon stepped back from me, not knowing what I was about to say. Dave and Tom, looked intensely at me for the next words that I would utter. "Brandon and I have some studying to do. Should take us a good hour or more. Maybe you two could 'room-sit' while we hit the library," I stated with a smile and grin on my face. It was no surprise that Brandon, too, had a grin a mile wide. Tom and Dave didn't say no, for sure. They realized that I knew they needed time to be alone, with the phobic brother that was staying with them in their room. They both said that they would appreciate the time, as Brandon and I didn't give them much choice as we already had our things and were heading out of the door. I told them we'd be back by 8:00 (it was 6:30 as we left) and to have some fun. Brandon and I decided to skip the library, as neither of us was much in the mood for studying. Actually, we both would rather have stayed and made love, but knew that this was the right thing to do. Instead, we began to walk around campus and headed toward the park. It was a gorgeous fall evening in the state of Iowa. Being October, the leaves were beginning to turn colors and it was very serene in the park. As we went to the park, it was as if any other two students were walking the streets. We were next to each other just talking about what just had transpired. As we entered the park, I slid my hand into Brandon's. He didn't hesitate to grab hold and gave a little squeeze. Neither of us felt weird holding each other's hand as we strolled through the park. It was dusk as we made our way toward the pond area. Once we got there, Brandon began to lead us to a very secluded spot. I had been to the park, but never really cared much to explore. It was apparent that Brandon knew exactly where he was going, and I certainly wasn't going to argue. Brandon, still holding my hand, nudged over in front of me and we were walking very close to the edge of the pond. In a single file, we both tried not to get our feet wet while staying on the highest ground possible. Soon, we arrived at a clearing, totally surrounded by trees on three sides overlooking the pond. He stopped, turned toward me, put his arms around me and kissed me. I turned to look over the pond. The moon was shining over the far shore and was providing a very romantic moment. I sat down, taking Brandon's hand and leading him to sit next to me. I turned slightly toward him, put my arms around him and drew his mouth toward mine. My arm went around his back as I led him to the ground. We continued to kiss as I slowly began to unbutton his shirt. As the last button was undone, my hand began to explore his chest. I found his left nipple and gave a slight squeeze. I could tell he was surprised as he bit my tongue. It hurt, but was a pleasant feeling. His hands were rubbing my back with great force. The passion that was being traded between us was a most enjoyable experience. My hand found his belt and started to unbuckle it. Although I was being very clumsy in this endeavor, I did succeed. All this time, we were locked in a very deep, romantic kiss. The snap on his jeans was my next focus. It came undone easily and I moved to the zipper tab. It was plastered in the down position, and wasn't easy to lift because of the hard flesh which was pushing up on it with great force. I finally was able to lift it slightly and suddenly it sprung up to the upright position. I giggled realizing that I, too, had sprung up in the past few moments. I lowered the zipper, maintaining contact with the hard cock that it was holding into place. Slowly, my hand moved down the shaft to the end of the zipper that held his balls into his clothing. When I finished, my hand moved up to the flap of his underwear. I placed my first two fingers into the flap to move the top portion aside so that I could release the object of my intentions. All this time, Brandon was rubbing my back. His left hand had found its way down the back of my jeans and he was massaging my ass cheeks. His finger found my manhole and he was massaging this area with vigor. His tongue was still fencing with mine, making both of us very excited. At last, I was able to get his dick out of the opening in his underwear. I began moving my hand up and down the smooth 7" shaft, stopping now and then at the head to roll it in my fingers. I moved down, again placing my hand IN his underwear. I found his balls and enveloped them. It was so warm there. He opened his legs so that I could get a better 'grip' and manipulate them. All this time, we were still locked in a very deep French kiss. I lifted myself up, slightly, forcing Brandon's hand from out of my jeans. I released the grip I had on his mouth and moved down toward his manhood. When I arrived, I licked up and down the shaft as if I were working on a Popsicle on a hot summers day, not wanting it to melt before I could savor every drop. His hand began to move toward my cock, but I took it and held it to his side. I wanted to please my man, totally and completely. I wanted him to lay back on the grass, gaze at the moon and let me make him feel better than he has ever felt before. And, with just that one motion, Brandon understood my intentions. I continued to savor the hard flesh that was in my mouth. My tongue worked over every inch of his cock, flicking, licking, and rolling it in every conceivable way known to man. The aroma of his manhood made me dizzy. You know, that dizziness that comes with total and complete euphoria. Brandon was so relaxed. I could feel the muscles in his stomach relax and I knew that I was making headway (excuse the pun). His breathing was steady as I worked up and down the shaft. My hand cupping his balls ever so lightly. Every once in a while, I would leave his cock and take each testicle into my mouth, roll it, and suck on it as I stroked him. I knew what I wanted this evening and I wasn't going to be denied. As I kept him hard with my mouth, I turned so that my feet were up at his head. I began to undue my belt and slide out of my pants. Since I was wearing no underwear, my cock presented itself rather quickly to my love. He turned his head and took me into his mouth. We sucked each other as a child suckles on his mother's breast. We both wanted each drop of the liquid that we were producing, not wanting to eject anymore than necessary until the time was right. We were both entangled onto each other's body being clung together due to the heat and sweat that each was exuding. As I mentioned, I knew what I wanted this particular night. With everything that had happened during this past day, I wanted Brandon to know that I was his. That I wanted, for all time, to be part of him and he, part of me. I pulled my cock out of his mouth by moving backwards away from him. Instinctively, he began to follow, but I slid back out of his range. Keeping his member in my mouth, I turned till we made a straight line, from his head to my toes. Although I believe that Brandon was upset I removed myself from him, he lay absolutely still, well, except for the thrusting action of his hips, trying to push his hard cock even deeper in my throat that I was taking it myself. I could feel that it wouldn't be long until he would release all his cum in my mouth. I slid my hands up his sides as I brought my legs to a straddling position over him, still maintaining contact with his cock. As I moved up more around his legs, I had to release him, but that was my intention from the beginning. As I sat up, I saw this raging hard penis moving up and down from him still pumping his hips. It was so beautiful and was attached to the man that I truly loved. It was at this point that Brandon knew where this evening was leading. He smiled as I scooted up more so that I was sitting direcly above this monolith of pleasure, my cock stuck to my chest inching closer and closer to his chin. As I positioned myself, my right arm moved around and grabbed his cock to make sure that it his its mark. I lifted myself up, slightly to make sure that the red bulb of his dick was rubbing my manhole. I was on my knees and slowly lowering myself onto him. As if we had done this many times before, he slowly raised his hips to apply the pressure necessary to slid the head of his cock into my hole --- slowly but firmly. Brandon didn't know this, but, like him, I had never been fucked before. I had never wanted any boy IN me as much as I wanted him now. This was an act of love that I wanted us to share with the boy I loved, not just any guy. This wasn't going to be sex. This was going to be the ultimate sacrifice a person can make for another. I wanted to give myself to Brandon to show him just how much I truly loved him. I slowly lowered myself on him. Brandon didn't move, didn't thrust. He knew, I believe, that I wanted to control our love-making. He had my dick in his hand now, slowly stroking it as I finally had all of his 7" in me. I sat there a moment, getting used to the feeling. It was odd and I wanted to jump off of him and take a piss, but at the same time, I knew that it was what I wanted. I also could tell that Brandon wasn't adverse to what was happening. I moved up and down over his gorgeous instrument of love. I rode him making sure that he hit every inch of the inside of my body that he could reach. The massage that he was offering my prostate (of course at the time I had no idea what that was) was driving me wild. Both of us were breathing very heavy. As my head went back, at times, because of the fantastic feeling he was inside me, I could see the moon shining on his face. For what seemed like hours, but in actuality was only minutes, we were one. We were part of each other like no other two humans can be, except in this situation. It was the most wonderful experience of my life. I thought that having me inside Brandon was the height of our sexual life, thus far, but this far outweighed that experience for me. Suddenly I felt Brandon tighten. I knew it was time and I savored what was about to happen. For me, too, I knew it was a matter of a few strokes of his hand before I erupted all over his chest. Our motions became quicker. I began to move up and down the shaft of his cock at lightening speed. His hand began to move quicker over my dick as well. I don't know really HOW to explain what happened next. It goes beyond words. I could feel the warmth of something in me. Knowing what it was I released all that was being produced by my balls all over Brandon. From what I could see, and I wasn't exactly focusing on his face at that particular moment, he tried to lap up the cum that I was drenching him with. For me, on the other hand, it was a matter of containing what he was releasing in me. Oh, how I loved this man for presenting his seed to me. I wanted to keep it within me, to relish the fact that I had taken him as we were coupled together. I know it only lasted about 15 seconds, but feeling him spurting into me and me trying to clutch it with the muscles of my own body was a sensation that I don’t' think I have ever had since. Oh, yes, we made love many times after that, but this was the first. The first time is always the most memorable, and for me that is very true. Brandon, that night, presented to me his love as I did to him. I collapsed on Brandon and we kissed a deep, loving kiss. I kept him inside me as long as he could stay hard enough to maintain contact. It was a lot longer than I imagined it would be, as this boy definitely didn't want to leave the confines of my ass. It was then I knew how much that this had meant to him. Of course, he didn't release his grip on my cock, either, as both it and his hand were caught between our bodies. We lay there for a few seconds and then I rolled off of him. We both lay there on our backs, looking up at the moon. The contentment we both felt was evident. I turned and placed my arm over his chest and drew him close. For about 10 minutes we stayed in this position, just enjoying the closeness we were sharing. "I love you," I said, breaking the silence. "I know, Bob and I love you." "You know, it's almost 8 and I think we have to get back to the room and see what Tom and Dave are up to," I said as I smiled and laughed a bit. "Yep. I'm sure that they enjoyed our bed," he said. OUR BED, I thought. What a nice sound that was. We both stood up and began to put on our clothes. I dressed Brandon and he dressed me. We were really taking this to the pinnacle of a relationship by doing that, but it seemed very natural. When we were done, Brandon led the way back to the main part of the park the same way he led us there. He took my hand and we never released them till we got out to the main part of campus. Why we did then, I don't know, but we both let go at the same time. I guess we still weren't ready to announce our relationship to the entire school. As we walked, I could still feel the warmth of Brandon's cum inside me. It was a real turn on and I was getting hard, again. Of course, at 16, that isn't too unusual. As we were walking, our hands brushed against the front of my pants and Brandon felt what was happening. He smiled and put our hands on his crotch. Not so amazingly, he too was getting hard again. So, of course, I smiled at him. As we entered the hallway near our room, we notice Tom and Dave walking back from the showers. "Hey guys!" I yelled. Both turned at the same time, still holding onto the towel that was covering each. They waved and began walking towards us. "Thanks," is all I heard Tom say. "Our pleasure, guys. Hope everything was as good as it was with us," Brandon answered. The smile that both of they exhibited made us both know that it had been. Dave was like a kid seeing Santa Claus. If he had smiled any harder, I don't think that there was enough space on his face. Both couples headed for their rooms. Tom and Dave turned right into ours, oops, I mean theirs and Brandon and I left into ours. The doors shut and we were again alone in our room. The bed was a mess and we looked at each other and laughed. It was nice to think that there were others that shared our feelings in life. We grabbed our towels and headed to the showers. I could still feel part of Brandon in me, and his stomach was so sticky, you could feel the cum. We definitely needed a shower. It was close to 10:00 now and time for bed. I know that both of us were exhausted, but we did play with each other for a while, not bringing ourselves to climax, but definitely enjoying each others body before falling asleep in each other's arms. I remember dreaming about what had happened all day. I was hurt, my roommates came out to me as to their love for each other and I had my first experience with a man inside me. It was a very interesting day. I knew that the days to follow could never measure up to what this day had brought to my life. There was a knock at the door. Not just a knock, but a banging that startled both Brandon and I out of a very deep sleep. We both jerked up in bed and looked at each other!! NEXT: Did it Really Happen? – Chapter 8 |
Aiesha ———————————- I look into Tom’s cold brown eyes and wonder what kind of people I’ve gotten myself mixed up with. On one hand they are both gorgeous and I don’t know if my pussy or my ass will ever be the same. On the other it seems like my decision to leave is not entirely my own despite what Tom says. I guess my only choice at this time is to go with it for a little longer but be on the lookout for a way out of this room. ——————————— If I’m being completely honest the look of fear in Aiesha’s eyes was both exciting and sad. I didn’t want to put her through any undue anxiety but I also couldn’t appear to be weak in front of Kelsey. Since my demand has been put out there I have to follow through. I say, “Come on Kelsey, help me get this sweet girl into the shower and make her presentable before she leaves us. I can’t have her walking through Bellagio looking like a cum drenched slut.” Kelsey obediently got off the bed, took Aiesha’s hand and said, “Come my girlfriend. Tom is not going to harm you he just wants to make you look nice.” She got up from the bed as well and said, “Alright, I’ll shower with you but you’re both still freakin’ me out.” I enjoyed the view of their hot asses as they made their way to the shower and called out, “Let me know when you have the water nice and hot and I’ll be right there.” “Yes daddy, anything you say,” replied Kelsey. I heard the shower start and after a couple minutes she called that they were ready for me. I got up and entered the bathroom to see Kelsey washing Aiesha’s hair so I got in the shower, got an ample amount of body wash and started to clean her body. My hands expertly moved from her neck, down her back and across her pretty little ass to her feet. Then I made my way back up and massaged her back. “That feels really good Tom,” said Aiesha, “I haven’t had a good back rub in ages.” I added more body wash and continued to run my hands up and down her back and ass. Of course my cock was hard again so I grabbed her by her hips, slid it between her ass cheeks and enjoyed the delights of her hot ass. “I thought we were just showering but your cock feels nice when you slide it between my ass like that.” I reached around and felt her hard nipples then made my way down to her pussy and rubbed her clit. “God that feels so good,” she said. Kelsey took her hand and placed it on her own clit and moaned with pleasure as Aiesha felt her pussy. I started pumping my cock hard between her cheeks as her breathing got heavier. I looked at Kelsey who continued to moan with Aiesha’s touch. She pinched her nipple with one hand and pinched Aiesha’s with the other as she gyrated her hips against Aiesha’s fingers. Aiesha was grinding her ass harder on my cock and I felt the beginnings of my orgasm start to build. I slid my cock from between her ass cheeks, bent her over farther then shoved the length of my cock deep into her pussy. “Oh fuck that’s gonna make me cum. Please pound my pussy hard Tom, I’m fucking cumming now! MMMMMMM!” Her body shuddered through her orgasm and it was Kelsey’s turn to get off. “Fuck that tight pussy husband while she makes me cum. MMMMMMM!” As Kelsey shuddered through her own orgasm my cock started to spew my load deep into Aiesha’s pussy. “Take my load in your hot little cunt Aiesha! Oh fuck yes, MMMMMM!” I shot wave after wave of cum into her pussy as I shuddered through my orgasm. When I was finally spent I turned her around and both girls embraced and kissed me passionately under the hot shower. I said, “OK, now lets get you cleaned up and on your way.” The three of us washed each others bodies and when I was satisfied with the result I turned off the shower, grabbed two towels and wrapped one around each girl. “There you go sweet thing, good as new,” I said as I went back in the room and grabbed the complimentary Bellagio robe. I made my way to the couch and relaxed while the girls did each others hair and makeup. Kelsey finished first, walked to the coach dropping the towel so she could lay on top of me naked. I held her and we were kissing passionately as Aiesha appeared fully dressed and looking sexier than ever. Aiesha ———————————- Jesus I can’t believe this guy. That cock makes me cum so hard but I need to get out of here before he changes his mind. I checked myself once more in the mirror and there was no sign of our sexual encounter so I turned toward the bathroom door. I paused just outside and glanced at the two of them kissing on the couch. I never thought of having sex with a woman before tonight but Kelsey is stunning and really turns me on. Well, I still need to leave based on what she told me earlier. Better safe than sorry. ———————————- “I guess I’ll be leaving now. Thank you both for showing me such a good time.” She first kissed Kelsey then me before walking through the suite to the door. She opened the door I believe as a test to see if I would let her leave and looked back at the two of us lounging on the couch. She closed the door and said, “Fuck it, I’m staying. I don’t think I want to be your slave like Kelsey but I really love your cock.” Kelsey smiled, got up and clapped her hands with glee. She said, “I’m so happy you decided to stay with us! Would you like me to undress you? I bet you’re probably hungry after working all day and getting your brains fucked out.” “As a matter of fact, I’m famished,” she said. “I didn’t realize until you said it but yes I’m starved.” “Never fear my darlings, I know just what to do. Since we’re all clean and ready we’ll just put on some clothes and head over to the steakhouse across the street.” “If you mean the one with all the old movie star pictures on the wall I’ve always wanted to eat there but could never afford it,” Aiesha said. “Well that’s not a problem tonight sweet thing,” I said as I got up and put on a fresh shirt and shorts. “We’re going and you can eat until your heart is content.” Kelsey said, “I’ll just be a second,” and quickly slipped into the white dress. As the two girls stood in front of me I admired the view of them in their matching hot dresses. “I have to get a picture of this,” I said as I reached for my phone. “Stand over by the window so I can get the view in the pic.” They did as I asked then I said, “OK, pull your dresses up and bend over so I can get a pic of your asses. After taking several photos I told them to lose the dresses and turn around. They slid out of the dresses and I snapped several additional pics of their tits and pussies. “OK, that will do, now get dressed and let’s be on our way.” They quickly dressed and we made our way back through the casino, past the bar where Aaron smiled and waved to us. I waved back and caught the wink he sent me and I smiled as we crossed the lobby into the cooling evening air. We made our way across the street and walked through Paris to O’Shea’s which is located on the second floor. The hostess greeted us and asked if we wanted a table and I noticed several empty seats at the bar and told her the bar would be fine. I recognized the bartender from our last visit and said, “Hi there Mark. How about those Islanders?” Mark looked up at me, smiled and said, “Tom! Great to see you again. It’s been a while since you’ve visited us.” “It has but I had a bit of a rough patch at home but things have improved significantly in the last few days. This is my wife Kelsey and our friend Aiesha.” “Well hello ladies,” he said. “Haven’t I seen you in H&M?” “That would be me,” Aiesha said. “And look at this lovely creature. Not sure what your secret is Tom but you’ll have to share later.” I laughed and said, “Maybe I’ll stop and see you if these two decide to go shopping this week. One shopping trip per week is enough for me. Now how about some cocktails?” “Right away Tom, still drinking Daley’s?” “We’ll have three Mark, thanks. Is Kevin around tonight?” “He sure is, I’ll send him right over. He’ll be happy to see you.” As Mark made our drinks both girls just stared at me. Aiesha said, “So are you on a first name basis with every bartender in the country?” Kelsey laughed and said, “I doubt that but my husband has a way with people that make them feel like they’ve been lifelong friends. “I’ve seen it happen time and again over the last three days.” She asked, “Where did you say you guys are from?” “I didn’t say but we’re from Pittsburgh sweet thing,” I told her. “Ew, too cold for me,” she said. We chuckled and I said, “Well, it’s really not as bad as a place like Buffalo or Cleveland. We’re farther south so we only get a couple inches of snow per year and winters are pretty mild.” “Are you trying to sell me on something?” she said with a gleam in her eye. “Not at all babe, just want to set the record straight that’s all.” Mark was back with our drinks and Kevin was right behind him. “Mr. Aspillini, so good to see you at O’Brian’s again. After last time I thought you gave up on us. How’s the Mrs?” “Actually I just wanted to thank you again for picking up our tab last time. I really didn’t expect that and we weren’t in that big a hurry anyway. As for Ann, sadly she passed away but this is my new wife Kelsey and her friend Aiesha.” “I’m very pleased to know the two of you. Enjoy yourselves and if you need anything tell Mark to come see me.” “So husband, I’m officially intrigued and have to hear what happened the last time you were here,” Kelsey said. Aiesha chimed in, “Yeah Tom, tell us the story.” “Well girls to be honest it’s a hard story to tell because Ann meant everything to me.” My memory went back to that night where everyone was so nice to us after they misplaced Ann’s order. We had so many wonderful times together but what she had to go though at the end was horrible. Tears ran down my face and I quickly grabbed my napkin to hide my sorrow. “Oh honey no, please don’t be sad,” Kelsey said. “Someday you and I can sit down in private and you can share all your memories of Ann when you’re ready. I want to know all about her because I want you feel the same way about me.” “Thanks Kelsey,” I said, “I’m sorry about that.” I looked at the two of them and they both had tears in their eyes and I said, “Alright enough of this, let’s pick this party up. Mark, three shots of fireball on the rocks!” “Right away Tom.” He brought our shots and we sipped them as we looked over the menu. I said to Aiesha, “Now please, don’t be shy and order whatever you want. You’re my guest tonight and there are no limits when it comes to a guest of Tom Aspillini.” I ordered shrimp cocktail and the mozzarella wheel for appetizers and after Mark brought them we all put in our orders. “This is so good,” Aiesha said. “I could get used to this.” “Believe me when I say this,” Kelsey replied, “I’ve wanted for nothing since the day we realized we were in love.” “So I have to ask, if you don’t mind, what’s up with your punishments?” “I’ll take this one Kelsey. All of that is largely behind us now. When I met Kelsey she was so naive and I’m just trying to help her mature into the beautiful woman I know she can be.” “But you’ve only been together a few days and you’re telling me that part is over?” Kelsey said, “At first it was very intense and frightening but I made a little slip up yesterday and all Tom did when we got home was shackle me to the bed and fuck my ass after I sucked his cock.” “And what was this slip up that warranted that?” “I made a comment about how I was worried about the money Tom was spending on me. It helped me realize that I don’t need to worry about things like that. He’s really intelligent and has full command over his affairs. My job is simply to please him.” “I see,” Aiesha said. “I am not about to judge anyone’s lifestyle. I sure saw my share of fucked up shit in Egypt.” “I’ll drink to no judgement,” I said and we clinked our glasses and finished the fireball. We finished the appetizers just in time as Mark brought our meals. I couldn’t wait to dig in to the filet as the girls dug into their steaks. Everything was fabulous and we slumped back in our chairs having filled our bellies with a fabulous meal. Mark was back and asked, “Did we leave room for desert my lovelies?” I said, “I don’t think we could eat another bite but if you’d wrap up a couple pieces of that peanut butter pie for later that would be great.” “Right away Tom.” Mark was back in a second with our to go boxes, I paid another hefty tab and we were ready to go. “It was great seeing you Mark and give my regards to Kevin on the wonderful service. Very well done.” “I sure will Tom, you enjoy the rest of the evening.” “We will,” Aiesha said and gave him a smile and a wink. As we made our way out of the restaurant I saw Mark checking them out and I laughed and waved at him. He just shook his head and served the next customer. Aiesha said, “That was the most amazing meal I’ve ever had, thank you again Tom for everything.” “It’s my pleasure sweet thing. Would you care to join us for a nightcap? We still have these desserts for after our food settles a bit.” “I think I can be talked into that if it’s OK with Kelsey. I don’t want to impose on your wedding night.” “It’s perfectly fine,” she said. “I think my husband has a few more things to show you.” We made our way back to the suite and we sunk down into the sofa to let our food settle. Each girl kissed me and I enjoyed the feeling of their tongues in my mouth. “Let’s slip into something a little more comfortable like our bed,” I said. Surprisingly Aiesha was the first to head for the bedroom and she exclaimed, “Holy shit, the maid was already here, changed the sheets and left us chocolates.” “That was no accident sweet thing,” I said. “I called ahead and asked housekeeping to tidy up while the two of you were getting ready.” Kelsey said, “One thing I’ve already learned about this guy is he misses nothing.” “Damn, it would appear so,” Aiesha said. I came up behind her and slipped her dress off and removed Kelsey’s as well. “Get in bed girls,” I said as I quickly stepped out of my clothes. We propped up on the pillows and I enjoyed the touch and feel as they both kissed me and we ran our hands over our bodies. My cock was hard as both of them jacked me off lightly. “I think it’s time for some masturbation,” I said. “I want to stroke my cock while the two of you show off those wonderful bodies.” I got out of bed and sat in a chair as they kissed and felt each other. I stroked my cock and said, “Now on your knees and she me your asses.” They both got on their hands and knees and presented their asses to me and I said, “Now play with your pussies for me.” Both girls obediently reached between their legs and started to masturbate as I continued to stoke my raging cock. “Fuck that is so fucking hot,” I said. I got up and felt their asses as they continued masturbating. “Now move over to the edge of the bed for me girls.” They did and their asses were both positioned at the perfect angle to accommodate my cock. “I am really going to enjoy this,” I said as I first slid my dick between Kelsey’s glorious ass cheeks. “Oh fuck this feels so good on my cock. You’re ass is so fucking hot Kelsey, Mmmmm!” I moved over and slid my raging cock between Aiesha’s cheeks and pumped my cock hard. “Oh hell yes, this feels so fucking good on my cock,” I cried. “Are the two of you feeling horny right now? Are you ready for more cock in your pussies?” Kelsey said, “Please Tom, fuck me first. I’m dying for that rock hard cock.” “Of course my dear, now this is what we’re going to do in order for me to please both of you at the same time. Kelsey lay down flat on the bed and I want Aiesha to lay on top of you.” As they got into position I said, “Good girls, now leave the rest to me.” I stared at their two beautiful asses and their glistening pussies as I got between Kelsey’s legs and impaled her with my cock. “Oh fuck yes, that’s just what I needed. Fuck my pussy hard Tom, mmmmm.” I started out slowly but quickly increased my pace and Kelsey moaned with pleasure. “This is so fucking hot,” Aiesha said, “I want to stay all night and fuck.” “Let me know when your close Kels,” I said. “I want to make this last.” “I’m right there now Tom, oh it feels so fucking good.” That was my queue to remove my cock and slide it deep into Aiesha’s waiting pussy. “Oh hell yes you fucking stud, give me that big dick hard now.” I pumped my cock hard into her tight young pussy and as I did with Kelsey stopped just when she was getting ready to cum and slid back into Kelsey. “Fuck you’re driving me crazy again,” Aiesha said. When I slid my cock back into Kelsey she squealed with delight, “There’s my big daddy cock! Oh yes fuck me hard daddy! MMMMM!” I got her close again then inserted my cock back into Aiesha who bucked against me like an insane person. “Oh God I love this so much, fuck me daddy hard!” I continued to fuck the two of them like this for another hour. As the sweat dripped from my body and I plunged the length of my cock back into Kelsey she immediately shuddered with a powerful orgasm. “Fuck daddy, I’m sorry but I’m fucking cumming! MMMMMM yes your cock is so fucking good. Her juices flooded the bed and when she finished I plunged back into Aiesha who came immediately as well. “Fuck that’s right, now it’s my turn to get off, MMMMMM! Fuck me hard!” I pounded her hot young pussy once more as she shuddered through her orgasm then slowly moved my cock in and out of each of their pussies. When they recovered Aiesha said, “What do you want us to do for you Tom. I’ll do anything to please you.” “I’m glad you asked. That was quite a bit of work so I’d like to relax on the bed while the two of you get me off. Do whatever it takes and get as creative as needed.” As I laid on the bed they both descended on my cock and started wildly sucking me off and jacking my raging cock. “Fuck yes, that feels so fucking good, mmmmm!” Kelsey reached between her legs and coated her fingers in her cum then slid two of them in my ass. “Oh hell yes Kelsey, I love it when you fuck my ass like that.” Not to be outdone Aiesha said, “I have to try that,” and she wet her fingers and slid two of them in my ass alongside Kelseys. “Oh sweet Jesus,” I cried. “Fuck my ass hard! Oh God it feels so fucking good. Each girl made constant contact with my cock as their mouths and hands worked my shaft and asshole. Because I came so many times it took them quite a while but my orgasm finally started to build. “Fuck this is it girls, I’m going to fucking cum! Sit back and watch me spray my load now!” They moved their mouths but continued jacking me off and fucking my ass until my cock spewed cum like a fountain. The first shot went three feet straight into the air and several flew over my head and landed on the bed. As I was nearing completion I said, “OK now, you can take the rest,” and they eagerly sucked the remaining cum from my cock. They collapsed on top of me and we basked in the afterglow of amazing sex. After we recovered I said, “Shit we have dessert! Who wants champaign and cheesecake?” They both raised their hand so I called room service and ordered two bottles of champaign. I said, “It’ll just be a minute so you may want to get a robe on. This is a closed party after all.” They got out of bed and put on the robes and I did as well and waited in the living room for our champaign to arrive. Within 30 minutes there was a knock at the door and I let the waiter in to serve us. He set the champaign to chill and set the table up adding the light snack of meat, cheese and fruit I also ordered. I noticed his name tag and said, “Raymond, would you be a dear and grab the box of dessert from the living room?” “Of course Mr. Aspillini,” he said. He grabbed the cheesecake, set it out with a nice presentation and said, “O’Brian’s peanut butter pie, great choice sir.” “Thank you Raymond, that will be all.” I signed off the bill and we relaxed and enjoyed the dessert and sipped champaign. Kelsey said, “My God that was delicious. I never knew food could taste so good.” “You sure got that right, “Aiesha agreed. “I’ve never felt so completely satisfied in my entire life.” Just then I got another idea, “I think it would be fun to take this party to the patio. After all, I’m paying for this view so we should enjoy it.” Each girl was out of their chair in a second and Kelsey said, “We’ll take care of everything, you just go get comfortable. You’ve done way more than enough for us tonight.” “You don’t have to tell me twice,” I said and went out to the patio, took off my robe and lay naked in the soft lounge chair. Since it was dark and we were on the last floor we had plenty of privacy so I felt my cock as I waited for the girls. After a few minutes both of them joined me with our snacks and champaign. They had left their robes inside and thus were completely, wonderfully naked. “Now that’s a sight for sore eyes,” I said. Each girl set up the outside table and moved an additional chair so the three of us could relax together. The night air was still very warm so we were very comfortable as we relaxed and enjoyed the view. “This is incredible,” Aiesha said as she held a bunch of grapes out for me. “I’m glad you like it sweet thing,” I said as I munched a few grapes and drank more bubbly. “It’s so nice here,” Kelsey said. “I’ve never been so relaxed in my life.” I looked over at her glorious body and brought her close so we could kiss. Aiesha snuggled in as well and we leisurely fondled and kissed each other. Since we had all cum so many times we were in no hurry and just enjoyed the touch and feel of each others bodies. We stayed like that until the second bottle of champaign was finished and Aiesha said, “Damn I’m feeling pretty tipsy right now. I think I need to go lay down if that’s OK.” “Of course my dear,” I said. Get in bed and watch TV for a while if you want and come back out whenever you’re ready.” “You’re such a kind man Tom,” she said as she leaned in and kissed me. “I think I will go in and get a little nap and give you two love birds a little space.” Kelsey said, “That’s not necessary but you go enjoy. I’m guessing these beds are a dream to sleep in.” With that Aiesha went back to the suite and I was alone with my beautiful young wife. “Well my dear, whatever should we do now?” I said to Kelsey with a twinkle in my eye. “We’re going to do what I wanted when I first saw this view you big stud. I hope your cock is ready to fuck me daddy.” She reached down and started to stroke my flaccid cock until it slowly started to spring back to life. “I’m always ready to fuck you Kelsey,” I said as she slid my cock into her mouth and sucked me to complete hardness. “Mmmmm, your cock tastes so good but my pussy needs it now,” she said as she got on top of me and slid my dick slowly into her tight pussy. “Oh yes, this is so fucking hot. I can’t believe I’m having sex outside with this beautiful view.” Just then the fountains started the regular display and Kelsey said, “What’s going on?” I said, “The fountains at Bellagio are one of the main attractions here Kelsey. You need to check them out.” Since she was riding my dick facing me I had her get up and move to the short wall at the end of the patio so she had a birds eye view of the fountains. She leaned over with her elbows on the wall which gave me a perfect angle to slide my cock into her pussy. I always loved being naked outside but it was a massive sensory overload to have the lights of the strip and the fountains in front of me and a hot 21 year old to shove my dick into. Her pussy was so hot and wet as I slowly slid the length of my cock in and out of her. “Fuck this is the most amazing thing I’ve ever done,” I said. “I have no words to describe what I’m feeling right now,” she said. “Having your big cock sliding in and out of me while being outside with the spectacle in front of me is almost too much.” As I continued fucking her and seeing the bigger than life neons of Brittany Spears and other hotties I remember how frustrating it was to see those kinds of things in the past. The days of sexual frustration are over but it was an additional turn on to see. I started fucking Kelsey faster and she matched my strokes and pushed her heavenly ass hard onto my dick every time I plunged deep into her tight pussy. “Fuck Tom, I love how you fuck me with your big dick. God it feels so fucking good. MMMMM!” She started pinching her nipples as I fucked her fast and our breathing increased. “This is too much, you’re going to make me cum.” I slowed down to keep her on the edge but she was having none of that and mashed her pussy into my cock causing her juices to spray over the patio. “I can’t take any teasing right now stud. I just need to fucking cum.” “Be my guest,” I said as she grabbed my ass, pulling me into her as she ground her sweet pussy on my cock. It felt so amazing that my own orgasm was starting to build. “Better hurry up now beautiful, I’m getting ready to shoot my hot load into your pussy.” “I love it when you call me beautiful Tom. Oh fuck yes, there’s Brittany Spears! MMMMMMMM.” Apparently she was a big fan and just noticed the huge neon outside of MGM and that must have put her over the edge as she shuddered through her orgasm and her juices flowed down her legs. “Oh God that felt so fucking good.” As soon as her orgasm ended I started to shoot my own load deep into her hot young pussy. “Oh God Kelsey this is so fucking hot,” I said. “I’m going to fill your sweet pussy with cum. MMMMM!” As my cum started erupting from my cock she cried, “Oh yes baby, give me all of your cum. I want you to get me pregnant so I can give you the children you never had. MMMM!” After cumming for what felt like forever she turned around and gave me a long passionate kiss and then we made our way back to the lounge chair. She snuggled into my arms and said, “You blew my mind tonight Tom. Everything with Aiesha was great but having you to myself out here was so amazing. My God I was so turned on by that.” “I agree babe. You are the most gorgeous, sensual woman I’ve ever met. Even sexier than Brittany Spears.” She laughed and said, “Now don’t tease me like that, I’ve loved her since I was a little girl. I even dressed up like her for Halloween once.” “Oh really, like in her first video with the school girl outfit. OK you are definitely going to have to do that for me someday.” She blushed and said, “I can do the outfit but I’m not a very good singer.” “Nonsense,” I said, “remember what I keep telling you about being more confident. Plus having me lay in front of you naked and jacking off while you sing that song in your little Brittany outfit is all the encouragement you will need.” “Thank you Tom for reminding me. Of course I will always do whatever you want.” With that we relaxed into the lounge chair and nodded off to sleep in the warm Vegas air. To be continued… |
This is part 4 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure. Vanessa Monday August 3 Jon was up bright and early and full of life and had decided that we needed some exercise. He told me to pack a bag with my white shorts and top, his shorts, our trainers and towels. We put our vests on and then went for breakfast. Later we drove around looking for a Gym that we could use, but the ones that we found didn’t open until after lunch so we went to Ibiza town and went shopping. We found a department store and wandered round. We found some nice dresses that were at realistic prices and Jon selected a couple for me to try on. The only changing rooms that they had were cubicles in the main shopping areas with curtains for doors. I went into a cubicle and half closed the curtain so that Jon could see me, and took my vest off. The first dress was a sort of blue silk with flowers on it and a bit oriental, it had a high neck and no sleeves. The interesting part was that the skirt part was split up both sides right to the waist. The dress was a tight fit, but I guess that it should have been. I put my arms in the bottom, and lifted up so that I could slide it down over my head. When my head ‘popped’ out of the top I looked out and saw a young female shop assistant looking at me. When she caught my eye, she turned away. The dress fitted quite well and I liked it, but Jon didn’t. The second dress didn’t have any sides from top to bottom, except for a cord that was zigzag threaded from top to bottom. It was plain white with a low cut ‘V’ neck and as I put it on the same way there was the girl again. Jon said that apart from the cord going below my waist it was quite nice, but was too big. I took it off and he went to swap it for a smaller size. He told me not to touch anything while he was gone, so I just stood there with the curtain open. Six people went passed while I was waiting, but only one looked in and that was another young female assistant. She stopped and had a good look before moving on. I just looked back at her. When Jon got back I put the dress on and Jon decided to buy it for me. After wandering round a few more shops we went to a cafe and sat outside at a table on the pavement and had a coffee and a sandwich. Jon had sat us so that we were both facing down the street with me on the outside. Jon had crossed his legs so that no one could see what he had got but of course I couldn’t, and anyone who walked towards us and looked could see my pussy. I told Jon about this and he just said, “Good, open your knees a bit.” I regretted saying anything but did it. About 40 minutes later we left, and went back to the car and drove to one Gym that we had seen. It was open and the price was acceptable to Jon. We both went into the first changing room that we came across. I think that it was the gents but it didn’t matter because we were the only ones there. After getting changed, we went through into the workout area. Again, no one there, and we got started. We had a good workout even if it was very quiet. Just as Jon decided that we had had enough and we headed for the door it opened and about 6 people came in dressed for a workout. Jon saw a sauna and decided that we would go in. It wasn’t that warm but we still stripped off and lay on the benches. I was starting to doze off when the door opened and 2 men came in and sat at my feet. They were Germans and asked (in good English) if we spoke German. Jon said not, and they continued talking in German. They kept looking at me and my pussy then getting on with their conversation. I got the impression that they were talking about me but I couldn’t prove it. I started to relax and doze off again and felt my legs open a bit as I relaxed. I think that the men were still looking but I was too sleepy to think about it. They eventually left and then we went out. There was a plunge pool next to the sauna and Jon didn’t tell me how cold these things are normally. I found out quick enough and I immediately got straight out again wide awake and with nipples that you could bend an iron bar round. “That wasn’t very nice” I said but Jon just smiled. To get back to the changing room we had to go back through the main Gym and Jon wouldn’t let me wear anything. We walked through with my nipples still frozen rock hard. One man dropped the weights he was lifting as his eyes saw me, and one of the women slipped off the bench she was just getting on. In the changing room there was a real hunk getting changed and for some strange reason he looked a bit embarrassed by me being there with no clothes on. We ignored him, got dried, put our vests on and left. Back at the hotel we put our swimming costumes on (my white one piece) and went down to the pool. I lotioned us up and we settled down to soak up the sun until the evening. When it came to getting dressed for dinner Jon asked me if I had brought my pleated navy skirt and a white blouse with me. When I said yes he told me to wear them with my white Lycra shorts. I thought that it was a bit strange but who am I to question my Master’s commands. We went for dinner and then a couple of drinks in the hotel bar before heading down the main street. We stopped at another bar and had another drink then Jon took me to the place with the sign said ‘Live Sex Show - 23:00 every night’ outside. I thought that it could be interesting watching other people having sex. As soon as we went in Jon asked if he could talk to the manager. When he arrived they were talking quietly and I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Afterwards we went to the bar and were given a drink. I didn’t see Jon pay so I assumed that it was like the cafes where you paid when you left. We got some seats and talked and watched the other people there. There were about a dozen men and about 5 or 6 women that looked like customers. At about 11:45 the show started. A couple came on and started dancing around slowly taking their clothes off. The dancing got more and more erotic and when they were naked they started touching themselves. The woman then got down on her knees and started sucking his penis. When he finally got hard he lay on his back and she climbed on and they had a good fuck. There’s not much more that I can say about it. About 5 minutes after they had finished the manager come onto the ‘stage’ and said that he was proud to announce the guest appearance of 2 people from England who were going to put a show on for everyone. With that Jon grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the ‘stage’. I was mortified and excited at the same time. What was I supposed to do? What was Jon expecting me to do? After taking a little bow Jon dragged me off behind a screen, grabbed a packet of cigarettes from the manager and stuffed them in my blouse. He then put on a teachers gown that the manager gave him and told me that I was going to act like a naughty school girl who had been caught smoking, and was denying it. The rest would follow naturally. We went onto the ‘stage’ and Jon stood me where he wanted me. After the audience were quiet Jon started talking to me as if he were a teacher who had caught a girl smoking. As instructed I said I hadn’t and the lecture went on. He asked me again and I still said no. With that he put his hand down the top of my blouse and moved it about looking for the cigarettes. I then had another lecture before he told me to take my blouse off. By this time I was relaxing a bit and was starting to get into the act a bit so I did a bit of pleading before slowly taking it off. I was now topless and the ‘teacher’ started on another lecture about not wearing a bra. He then told me that he wanted to see if I was wearing the regulation knickers. I started to lift the side of my skirt up but he said, “No, take it off.” When he saw my white shorts he started on again. Finally he said, “Right, its punishment time. He then made me do lots of aerobic exercises that stretched my arms and legs and made my jump and run on the spot. My little breasts were bouncing up and down and my nipples were getting hard. He then sat on a chair and told me to lie over his knee. He gave me 20 slaps before telling me to stand up and take my shorts off. It was then back over his lap for another 20. After that the exercises started again. In among some of them I had to stand on my head and then open my legs wide. That did it, if the audience hadn’t seen my wet pussy by then, that certainly gave them an eyeful. He then had me walk on my feet and hands, but with my stomach in the air. I hadn’t done that since I was at school and it was a bit painful. He then told me that I was going to get caned and that I was to bend over the back of the chair with my feet apart. I pleaded with him to not do it and when he said, “NOW,” I ran off round the back of the audience. He came after me and when he ‘caught’ me he dragged me, struggling, back through the middle of the audience and put me over the chair. My feet weren’t wide enough for him and he pushed them further apart. The audience could see everything that I’d got. I saw the manager pass Jon a cane and then it started. The first really hurt, and after I had calmed down I said, “One - thank you Sir.” After 10 the tears were dripping from my eyes and my sobbing must have been loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. After I had said, “Twenty - thank you Sir,” it stopped, but I didn’t move. My backside was really hurting; it was on fire and was worse than the time that Jon caned me back in England. Out of the corner of my eye and through the tears I could see Jon taking his clothes off. When he turned to face me his dick was the biggest I had ever seen it. It was as if he had swallowed a whole bottle of Viagra. He came round to the front of me and said, “Swallow.” I opened my mouth and took as much of it as I could. I sucked and sucked and I could tell that he was getting close to coming but he pulled out and just stood there erection pointing into the air. After a couple of minutes he walked round the back of me and rammed it into me. There was absolutely no resistance as I was so wet that I could feel my juices running down my legs. I screamed, but not from the pain, I had re-composed myself enough to remember that we were putting a show on. Jon went in and out as I moaned quite loud. I was getting close to cumming and I thought that Jon was too. Then it happened, we both came at about the same time and I screamed as much as I did when the cane was hitting me. When he pulled out of me I stood up and Jon then told me to ‘assume the position’ but facing the audience. When I was down there I could feel all our juices running out of my open hole. Jon came and stood over me and let the juices from his dick drip onto my face and I licked them off. After that Jon told me to stand up and take a bow, the show was over. We both went over to the bar (still naked) and the manager gave us a drink. I couldn’t sit on a stool like Jon had because my backside hurt too much. The manager said to Jon that I “was quite a woman” and did we want a permanent job. I was glad that he said no, I had really enjoyed it but I don’t think that my backside could take that every night. After we had finished our drinks we went and found our clothes (Jon wouldn’t let me wear the shorts), and said our goodbyes. When we got back to the hotel I asked Jon if we could have another drink before bed and we went into the bar and he perched on a stool while I stood next to him. There was hardly anyone there and after the drink we went to our room. As we were getting ready for bed I noticed the 2 older girls on their balcony talking and watching us. I looked in the mirror and could see lots of bright red wheals all over my backside. Tuesday August 4 Jon wouldn’t let me sleep late and I had to get up and have a shower before 8 o’clock. I was still thinking about the previous night and how much I had enjoyed myself and I told Jon as we were walking into the restaurant. I had forgotten about my backside until I sat down to eat my breakfast. I asked Jon to take a look to see if the red marks were still there. He didn’t need to look; he has already seen them, even below my T-shirt. That meant that other people could see which worried me a little. After breakfast we packed a bag and drove to the harbour in Ibiza town and got onto a ferry to an island called Formentera. The journey took just over an hour and it got quite windy which presented a problem as we walked around the boat and when it came to go up the outside stairs I’m sure that I gave the people below me a great view. Come to think of it Jon must have been showing a lot as well. When we eventually arrived we walked up the harbour and to a place that had lots of bikes outside. Jon said that it was the best way to get round and judging by the number of people in the shop he was right. We hired 2 and as I climbed on mine I was thinking that it could be fun sliding from side to side on the saddle, just like it was fun riding Jon’s bikes. Shortly after we got out of the village Jon stopped and we took our T-shirts off and cycled nude. Jon said that Formentera was a Naturist island and we would see lots of naked people. A few cars and motorbikes passed us then another couple on bikes that were also naked. I wondered if she was enjoying the experience as much as I was. We peddled for about 30 minutes and came to a dirt track that we went down. Eventually we came to fantastic beach with trees and sand dunes behind it. We padlocked our bikes to a tree and spread our towels on the sand near a pile of rocks that looked as if it was being used as a little jetty - or so Jon said. The only people that I could see with clothes on were those who were arriving. I put some more sun tan lotion on Jon and then me and as I was doing me Jon told me that the inside of my thighs wasn’t as brown as the rest of me and he told me to make sure that I lay with my legs wide open so that I would get an even tan. We lay there for about an hour before Jon got restless and decided that we were going for a walk, and what a walk it was, we walked for what seemed like hours and all in bare feet - bare everything. Through the trees and dunes, out to a little island, passed a cafe, through the car park, through what Jon thought were salt lakes, up to the main road, and back along the beach. On the way we stopped at a beach bar and had something to eat. Everything was so relaxed and it seemed natural that most people didn’t have any clothes on. I was shattered when we got back and my feet were a little sore. We went for a swim to cool down, and then lay on our towels again. It didn’t take long for me to doze off and when I woke up there were lots of people standing around us. It was a jetty and a boat was coming in. The people were waiting to get on the boat and there was me laid with my legs wide open, right in the middle of them. One or two were looking at us. I looked at Jon who was just laying there, legs apart, propped up on his elbows watching the boat come in. Well I thought, ‘if he doesn’t care, then why should I?’ The boat arrived and people piled off. Jon said that it looked as if they were from the mainland and were just here on a day trip. I don’t think that some of them were expecting naked people, certainly not spread-eagle in the middle of their path off the boat and I noticed a couple of shocked looks. There were 3 youths among them and they obviously enjoyed what they were seeing, they decided to stay where they were when they first saw us. They were still there when everyone else and the boat had gone. They spread their towels and lay on their stomachs directly below me. I wondered if they had had to lie on their stomach to avoid any embarrassment. After a while I turned over onto my stomach, still with my legs apart; I wanted to get rid of those white bits. I was thinking about the show we had put on the previous night and then I remembered the red wheals on my backside. I lifted my head to look at my bum and yes, they were still there, not as bright, but still there. The youths must be able to see them I thought and squeezed my pussy muscles and realised that the juices were flowing. I wondered if the youths could see that as well. I dozed off again and when I came round they had gone, and so had Jon. I looked round and saw him laid half in the water and half out. I went and sat next to him and I told him that I had been thinking about the previous night and that I would be happy to do it again - if he wanted to. “Not at the moment” he said. “Maybe some other time.” I could see that he was thinking about the previous night as well, because his dick was growing. I decided to have a bit of fun and stood up, with my feet apart, just in front of him. If / when he looked up he would be looking right at my pussy. Nothing new, but if he was feeling a bit randy it might just tempt him. After a few minutes, and a dick that was definitely getting bigger he jumped up and told me to follow him. We went into the trees and sand dunes and found a quiet spot where he told me to get down on my hands and knees and he fucked me from behind. It was over pretty quick and I didn’t cum but I had certainly enjoyed it. As soon as that was over. Jon decided that it was time to start back and we packed up and started back, again cycling in the nude. Jon’s and my juices were still coming out of my pussy, and it wasn’t long before I was sliding all over the saddle. It was very pleasant and with the bouncing along the dirt track, I beginning to think that I might even cum. unfortunately I didn’t and it wasn’t long before we came to the outskirts of the village and we stopped and put our T-shirts on. Back at the bike shop I felt a little embarrassed handing back a bike that had a saddle that was all wet and sticky. On the boat we bought some drinks and went on the deck at the front to catch some more sun. Jon followed me up the stairs and stuck a finger in me and held it up saying “a little wet aren’t we Vanessa,” in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear. There were other people on the deck sun bathing and 2 of the women were topless so Jon told me to take my T-shirt off and lay it over my pussy. I was further back from the front than most of the people there so if anyone looked they would be able to see under my T-shirt. The boat set off and after about half an hour it started to get windy. I tried to clench my legs together to keep the T-shirt in place but the wind finally blew it off me and back along the boat. Jon told me to go and get it but each time I got near it, it blew further away. It ended up right in the middle of the seated area that was full of people. What else could I do? I just had to brave it out and walk into the middle of them and get it. Lots of people were looking at me, but no one said anything until I had retrieved it and put it on. At that point a couple of men clapped their hands. Nothing else happened on the boat and we made it back to Ibiza harbour. Instead of going straight to the car we went into a little boutique that Jon had spotted when we were parking the car. There were some nice clothes in there and I tried on a skirt that Jon liked. It was tight, black, and had a split up the front of one leg that went up to the top of where my pubic hair would have been. To get it on I had to hold my T-shirt up and got a funny look from the old woman assistant. Jon liked it and he bought it. Dinner had already started when we got back to the hotel so we had to have a quick shower and down to dinner. Jon told me to wear my new skirt and a baggy cropped top. After dinner we went for a walk along the beach and Jon told me to spin my skirt round so that the split was right in the middle. It was a good job that there was hardly anyone on the beach because when I looked down I could see all of my bald pussy. Just before we left the beach Jon told me to spin it back to the front of my left leg. We went into the bar that had the DJ comedian in it and sat at a table near the back. As the night went on things got livelier and just before Jon was thinking of leaving the DJ suddenly asked if any of the girls were brave enough to get on a table and do a striptease. There was deadly silence at first but when he offered a bottle of champagne to any girl who would, Jon stood up and said that I would. A girl a couple of table away from us also stood up and said that she would. I had seen her earlier and thought that she was on her own and trying to get drunk. She certainly looked that way when she stood up. The DJ said okay and everyone cheered as we got on our tables. I started to sway to the music and dance around in a small circle. My skirt was so short that I imagine people could see my ass without me even moving. After a couple of turns on the tiny table I slid my top off of my shoulders and let it slide down to my waist before pulling it over my head. The men all whistled and cheered like I expect they would at a real strip show. I danced a bit more and then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and slid it over my hips, down my legs to my feet. I kicked it out of the way and continued my little dance, turning and swaying gently. I guess that the men expected me to be wearing knickers and they cheered loudly when they saw my bald pussy. As I was dancing, I looked over at the other girl who was down to her knickers. They were quite small and she slowly eased them over her hips and off. She had a neatly trimmed bush and the men certainly seemed to appreciate her dance. The DJ let us continue for another couple of minutes before stopping the music and telling us to go and collect the champagne. I jumped down and saw the other woman almost fall off her table. Jon told me to go and help her so I went over to her. She was definitely drunk and I had to help her walk to the stage. To get there we had to walk across the dance floor and the men there groped us both. The DJ asked us our names (the other girl had trouble saying that hers was Vicky) before giving us our champagne. We then had to get back to our seats and got groped again. This time I felt a finger enter my pussy which was still quite wet. I couldn’t do much about it as I had to help Vicky stay on her feet. Eventually we made it back to Jon and I plonked Vicky down. Jon told me to go and get Vicky’s clothes before putting my top and skirt on. We then had to help Vicky put her dress on. We didn’t bother with her bra and knickers and in the end we left them in the bar as a souvenir for someone to collect. Jon was wondering what to do with Vicky. She was in no state to tell us where she was staying and there was nothing in her purse to tell us where she was staying. Jon decided that it would be best if we took her back to our room and we left for the long walk back. Jon was finding it difficult to help Vicky walk and when she threw-up over the front of her dress and Jon’s shirt Jon decided that a change was called for so he gave me the other bottle of champagne and picked her up in the fireman’s lift. She was over his shoulder and her dress up over her bottom leaving her ass and pussy exposed. We walked through the hotel’s reception like that and got a few funny looks. Back in our room Jon dropped her on my bed and then we had a drink of water. After that Jon decided that we had better get her dress off and put her to bed. We did, stripped off, and got in with Vicky in between us. Wednesday August 5 When I woke up I was laid on my left side with my arm over Vicky and my hand holding her right breast. Vicky was laid on her left side, half on Jon, her right leg was over his, and touching his dick and her right arm was over his chest. I slowly got up and went to the bathroom. When I got back Vicky was just waking up and when she saw Jon she jumped up. She saw me naked and said, “Where am I?” “Relax” I said, “you’re safe, nothing happened.” “But you haven’t got any clothes on, and neither have I, or him” she said looking down at herself and Jon, who was now starting to wake up. Jon reached out and grabbed a bottle of water and said, “Here, drink that, you’ll need it.” He then got up and walked into the bathroom. Vicky’s eyes followed him then turned to me and said, “God, my head hurts. Where am I, how did I get here, and where’s my clothes?” I told her the full story and she was blushing as I told her about the table dancing. She asked about her clothes and I told her about leaving her underwear in the bar and just as I was telling her about her throwing-up all over her dress, Jon brought it back in, held it up and said, “I don’t think you will want to wear this until you’ve had it cleaned. “How am I going to get back to my hotel?” Vicky said. Jon told her that we don’t bother with clothes unless we have to and not to feel embarrassed, because we don’t. He then said that he was going for some breakfast, put a T-shirt on and left. “He hasn’t got anything on under that T-shirt,” she said. I told her not to worry and that she wouldn’t have any underwear on when she left because she couldn’t borrow any because I don’t possess any. “Wow” she said. We had a long chat and I told her all about Jon and I and she told me about her being on holiday on her own, it being a last minute booking because she wanted to get over just splitting with her boyfriend. Apart from men trying to chat her up, we were the first people who she had talked to. She had arrived the previous Saturday for one week and was going back to Nottingham on the same flight as us. When Jon got back we told him the full story and he said that she could stick with us for the rest of the week if she liked. Vicky said that she would think about it and she thanked us for looking after her and not taking advantage of her. She finally got out of bed and asked if she could have a shower. When she came out we were on the balcony talking. She stuck her head out and asked if we had anything she could wear. “We’ll sort that out later,” Jon said. “Come and tell us what you would like to do today”. She had a quick look round and then came out and sat on a chair. She was slightly taller than me, slightly slimmer, and had slightly larger breasts, but her nipples were a lot smaller, so I wasn’t jealous. I noticed that little trimmed triangle of dark brown hair but couldn’t see anything peeking out of the bottom of it. As we were talking the 2 girls came out onto their balcony and said, “Hi” as they looked at Vicky. Jon and me both said, “Hi” back and carried on talking. Vicky was having a half-hearted attempt to cover herself but soon gave up. Especially when Jon said, “No one cares round here.” When there was a knock on next doors door, and Rebecca let the 2 boys in, Vicky again tried to cover up. It didn’t help when the 2 boys started staring at us. “Aren’t you bothered about them?” Vicky said pointing to the 2 boys. “Not at all, in fact I get a bit of a thrill teasing them,” I said. With that I stood up and walked over to the railings between the 2 balconies and asked the boys what their names were. The 2 girls giggled and Rebecca said, “What’s the matter Mark - embarrassed?” With that the girls said, “Bye” and dragged the boys out. We all laughed, including Vicky who was starting to relax a bit. Jon told us that we were going to get some breakfast, then going to a Hippie Market at a place called Es Cana near a resort called Santa Eulalia. Vicky said that she should really go back to her hotel. Jon said that she would have to borrow a dress anyway so why not go straight there. “What about underwear?” she asked. I looked at Jon then told her that we wouldn’t be wearing any. He told her that she had 2 alternatives, firstly she could have some painted on with body paint, or secondly, she could just go for it. After a few seconds thought she said, “forget the paint, it will probably be too messy, I’ll just go for it” and we went to look for a dress for her. She chose the cheesecloth one and Jon told me to wear the denim dungarees. As we walked out of the hotel Vicky said that it was a bit draughty and I said, “Nice feeling isn’t it.” In the cafe Vicky told me that she could see my pussy and she was a little surprised when I said that I wasn’t allowed to cross my legs. Over breakfast Jon and me told Vicky about the ‘arrangement’ that we had and I told her that I was really happy with it, that Jon was the best think that had happened to me. I even told her about the spankings. I got my Ben Wa balls out of my purse and put them on the table. She had no idea what they were and when I told her what they were she said that she “must get some of those, sounds as if they’re better than a man.” I told her that I didn’t agree with that bit, but they certainly had their uses. I had an idea, and asked her if she would like to try them and that she shouldn’t worry about them falling out as you soon learn to control that. With that Jon told her to take them and put them in, in the car on the way. As we were getting up to leave I turned a little abruptly and my left breast came out. When Vicky pointed it out to me I said that I could only adjust my clothes if Jon said so. “What about me?” When I told her that it was only me who couldn’t she stood in front of me and pushed it back in. The flesh contact made my nipple stand up but under the thick denim no one could see. As we drove off Vicky asked me if there was any special way to put them in. When I said no, she opened her legs (she was in the back) and I watched her push first one, then the other in. She said that nothing was happening, to which Jon said, “It will!” When we got to the ring road round Ibiza town I suddenly remembered that we weren’t naked. When I mentioned it to Jon he told me that as we had a guest it didn’t matter this time, but we would when we came back. The Market was really crowded and very hot. As we were walking in Vicky had said that she liked the feeling of no knickers but that she was a little worried about the length of my cheesecloth dress that she was wearing, she just hoped that it didn’t get windy. It wasn’t long before Vicky told us that the balls were starting to work and that she was starting to get turned on. Jon said, “Give it another 5 minutes and your pussy will be dripping, and then you’ll have trouble walking.” Ten minutes later she begged us to find a toilet so that she could take them out. Jon said that we would be lucky to find a toilet and that we should look for somewhere quiet to ‘perform the operation’. Eventually we managed to find a quiet corner round the back of a building and Vicky squatted down and squeezed them out into her hand. She gave them back to me and I decided to wear them for a while. I popped them in and we continued looking round. After about an hour looking and buying nothing Jon told us that we were leaving. Instead of going to the car we first went to a small supermarket down the road and bought some cans of coke. While we were queued as the checkout another woman joined the queue. The interesting thing about her was that she was only wearing 3 rectangles of material hanging together with string. I guess that she was one of the Hippies. By this time Ben was doing what he was designed to do and I needed somewhere to either stop the stimulation or get the real thing. Jon just gave one of his smiles and said that I would have to wait another 5 minutes. From there we walked to a little beach that was round the back of the market. After finishing the coke and me removing Ben, Jon said that we were going for a swim to cool down. He stripped off and went in. As I was taking my dress off I noticed that Vicky wasn’t moving. I asked her what was wrong, and she said that she didn’t have a swimming costume and that she had never swum nude before. I told her that it was great and that as there was no one else near us then why not give it a try. She said okay and took the dress off before running down to the water. I couldn’t help noticing that her breasts bounced a lot more than mine did as she ran. In the water we splashed about and generally messed about. We kept ‘ganging up’ on either Vicky or me and we were picked up and thrown back into the water. Jon started grabbing breasts and bums and it was good to see that Vicky wasn’t getting prudish about it. She was giving as good as she got and started grabbing both me then Jon. Jon took it for while then grabbed her round her waist and pulled her bum out of the water and gave it a couple of slaps. She just said, “Ouch” and carried on. When we got out we all lay on the sand with Jon in the middle. Vicky lay on her stomach to start off with but soon turned over, which left her with sand all down her front and mixed in with her short pubic hair. We had to go back into the sea to wash the sand off before we left and to start off with Vicky had trouble with the cheesecloth dress sticking to her. As we walked back to the car, one on either side of Jon, he put his arms round us and pulled us to him. That felt good and I wasn’t at all jealous of Vicky. After we drove out of the car park and about a mile down the road, Jon stopped and we all took our clothes off. Vicky said that she was a bit nervous and excited about being nude with all the other cars about. As a joke I said, “Wait until we pass a bus, or get stuck in traffic in a built-up area.” It was an uneventful journey back and just as we were getting into Playa d’en Bossa Vicky said that she had really enjoyed her day with us and she asked Jon if he would mind if we had her company for the rest of the holiday. Jon said, “Not at all, the only condition is that you pack your bags and move in with us.” Vicky thought about it for a minute and then said, “Well, you didn’t take advantage of me last night and I’ve enjoyed myself today so yes, I would like that.” We stopped outside Vicky’s hotel and put our clothes on then went to Vicky’s room and helped her pack her case. It was a really small room with no balcony. Jon said that it was just typical of package holiday companies charging single travellers extra for grotty little rooms. Back in our room Vicky said that the sofa would do just fine for her but Jon said that she could sleep in our bed, he would take the middle with us on either side of him. She said that she wasn’t sure and Jon then said that we would sort it out later. Jon and I had stripped off when we got into our room but Vicky kept my cheesecloth dress on until she had a shower. When she came out of the bathroom she was naked and when I mentioned it she just said, “When in Rome.” Jon told us that we were going into Ibiza town that night and asked Vicky if she had been there late at night. She said, “No,” and John said that she might get a bit of a surprise. I had to wear my lacy net dress and Vicky wore a cotton button front dress. I was pleased to see that she didn’t bother with underwear. Jon put a shirt and Chinos on then gave me my collar to wear. We walked into the hotel bar, either side of Jon; both of us with an arm round him. One of the barmen passed some comment to Jon about now having 2 beautiful girls and then John asked him how much he would give him for one of them. That seemed to confuse the poor man and he went to get us our drinks. After a couple of drinks we went for a walk looking for a restaurant and found a Chinese one. It took us ages to get through the meal and it was dark when we finally left and drove to Ibiza town. Walking around, Vicky kept saying, “look at him,” or “look at her,” or “look at that” when she wasn’t sure what ‘that’ was. I didn’t know what ‘that’ was half the time either. A couple of times she said, “I can see her tits,” or she hasn’t got any knickers on.” I was tempted to say ‘you and me haven’t either and you can see my pussy if you look’ but I didn’t. We went into one of the cheaper boutiques and decided to try some dresses on. They had 2 little changing cubicles opposite each other with curtains, and when we were in there Jon came and opened first the curtain on mine, then Vicky’s. Vicky grabbed a dress and held it against her but when she saw me naked and only Jon there she relaxed. She had chosen a tight fitting dress that had a zip down the front and she was having trouble fastening it. I had just taken off the first dress that I had tried on when Jon told me to go and help Vicky. Still wearing only my collar I walked across the room, not thinking about who could see me. It was only when I heard a man say “Nice ass” that I looked round and say a young couple looking at me. I ignored them and continued to Vicky. She really had picked a dress too small and neither of us could get the zip to fasten. By the time we gave up all 3 of us were laughing. The shop assistant was just watching and ignoring us. We took the dress off and Jon told me to go and get a size bigger, but I didn’t know where Vicky had got it from so Jon told me to go and ask the shop girl. She smiled a little as I walked up to her and asked her for a size bigger. She just said, “follow me” and went to the front of the shop. There I was, naked, just inside the glass door. I was getting a bit of attention from people passing by and I’m sure the girl was taking her time getting the dress. When I got back to Vicky she asked me if I was embarrassed being naked like that. I just said, “try it,” and helped her on with the dress. Vicky was learning because when we got the dress on she said that she didn’t like it, took it off, walked to the same rack at the front and slowly selected another one. The assistant acted as if it happened all the time (maybe it did). Vicky walked back wiggling her ass as a couple of young men outside watched her every move. Jon decided that we had had enough fun and told us to get dressed. Just to add to the fun, I grabbed Vicky’s dress, stated putting it on and told Vicky that she would have to put mine on. This made Jon smile and I guess he was thinking about what Vicky would look like in it being a couple of inches taller than me. He was right, it only just covered her pussy and her bush was clearly visible though the material, more so than me, because my lack of hair made it not as obvious. Jon would only let me fasten Vicky dress down to just above my pussy and up to just below my breasts. We left, thanking the assistant for her time. Poor Vicky was having a bit of a struggle keeping my dress below her pussy and she kept holding her hands in front of it. Jon was laughing more and more as we went into a bar. We got some drinks and found a table. As soon as we sat down Jon got the lead out and attached it to my collar. Jon decided that we would have another drink in there and told Vicky that it was her round, and she went to the bar. By the time she got back to the table my dress was above her pussy and as soon as she put the drinks down she pulled the hem down. Jon asked her who had seen anything, and when she had looked around she said, “no one.” Jon then asked her why she had bothered. That night I discovered that Vicky couldn’t take much alcohol, as she giggled and then pulled the dress up to her waist and sat down. I went for the next round with the lead hanging down the front. I guess that with all the unusual sights in Ibiza, a girl with a collar and lead was nothing special and everyone acted as if it was an everyday sight. Maybe it was. We finished our drinks and as we stood up to leave Jon told me to pull Vicky’s hem down. As I did I deliberately touched her pussy and it was all wet. We walked back to the car with Vicky giggling and letting my dress ride up so that her butt and pubes were showing. No one took any notice of me being ‘pulled’ along by the lead. Jon opened the driver’s door, lifted the front seat up and told Vicky to get in. As she did she wiggled her ass at Jon so he grabbed at her pussy and when he pulled his hand out I could see her juices all over it. We stopped at a quiet cafe on the way back and had a coffee; I think that that was for Vicky’s benefit. Back in our room Vicky was the first to strip off and go out onto the balcony. The 2 older girls next door were out on their balcony and said, “Hi” to us as we all went out and sat drinking water from a bottle that Jon had brought out. Jon asked the girls where they had been. They said that they had been to a disco called ‘Kiss’ but it hadn’t been very good so they had left. Jon went in to go to the bathroom and Vicky and I leaned on the front railing looking at the few people walking back to their rooms and talking to the girls next door. After a while they went in and Jon came out. I hadn’t heard him come out and he came up behind me and leaned on me. He had an erection and it went straight into me. I said, “That’s nice,” and started wiggling my backside. Vicky didn’t take long to twig what was happening and said, “I could do with a piece of that.” Jon didn’t need a second invite. He pulled out of me and went to behind Vicky, grabbed her hips and slipped into her. I guess that she was as wet as I was because there was no flinch, just a smile and a sigh. I said to her “I thought that you were off men at the moment?” “Only the ones that I don’t trust and I reckon that I know enough about you two by now.” As they were going at it I could see her breasts swinging back and forward. So could the girl from next door who had come out to have another look over the balcony. I caught her eye as she was looking at Jon and Vicky and I said, “don’t they look happy?” “Err, yes, I suppose they do” was the reply before she went in. As I continued to watch I looked over at the girl’s door and could see 2 sets of eyes looking at us. It looked and sounded as if Vicky came, and I certainly recognised Jon’s body language. We went in and lay on the bed, Jon in the middle and us two on either side. “What about me Master?” I said. “Right then” he said, “you had better clean us both up, and you know how, me first.” I got onto my knees and started licking his balls then dick. By the time I had licked all their juices off he was getting hard again and I started giving him a blow job. He stopped me and told me to start on Vicky who was watching us, fascinated. I climbed off the bed and went round to Vicky’s side and knelt on the bed with my knees up by her shoulders and started licking her stomach. As I moved down to her pubes her legs opened for my forehead to get in between. I found her clit then her hole and stuck my tongue in. When I came up for air I could see her hand wanking Jon. It wasn’t long before her other hand was ‘caressing’ my pussy. She was good with her hand and it wasn’t long before I could feel an orgasm building, but she stopped and when I turned and looked at her, she grabbed my knee and lifted it over her. I wasn’t going to object and in a couple of seconds we were in the classic ‘69’ position. She was biting my clit and hurting me, but I guess that she had worked out that I would enjoy it. It wasn’t long before I shuddered and went rigid. I think that that bit just pushed her over the edge as well and she shuddered as well. When things had calmed down I realised that I had one of Vicky’s pubic hairs somewhere in my mouth and it took ages before I finally managed to get it out. As I was doing so I was thinking that it had been a long time since that had happened. We went to sleep, on of either side of Jon, both with an arm and a leg over him. Thursday August 6 I woke up with the bed bouncing up and down. Vicky was kneeling on either side of Jon’s hips and having a good ride. I reached up and started squeezing the one nipple of Vicky’s that Jon wasn’t. When she realised that it was me she looked at me and smiled. I said, “good morning” and went to the bathroom for a pee and clean my teeth. When I got back they were both collapsed beside each other. “My turn?” I asked, but Jon said not, it would be my turn later. “But Master, Vicky’s getting more fun than I am.” I said, then realised my mistake. I regretted it straight away and the look on Jon’s face was a little frightening. “Assume the position” he said. “Getting a bit too cheeky lately young slave,” he said. “I think it’s time for you to be reminded who’s in charge here.” He went and got a leather belt from one of his pairs of trousers and dangled it in front of my face. Vicky was just staring at me. “Right” he said, “out on the balcony and over that table, Vicky, will you hold her arms down please?” We went out and I got over the table and opened my legs before he told me to. After a couple of adjustments in my position he started and I started counting. After about 3 Jon was getting his aim better (or should that be worse), and he was managing to get just one cheek and the end of the belt was wrapping round my cheek and hitting my pussy and clit. I was having difficulty keeping quiet but the noise of the belt hitting me must have been enough to attract the attention of the 2 young girls next door. Vicky told Jon that she could just see them through the window. Jon said, “so what!” and continued. Jon stopped when we got to ten and I managed to hold back the tears as I got up and went into the room. “And while we’re at it, it’s about time you were waxed again. Get the stuff out.” I got myself ready and lay on the bed waiting. Jon asked Vicky if she would help and they both did one leg each. I think that Vicky thought that that was the end of it because she started to clear up. “Hang on, we’ve still got her pubic hair to do” Jon said. “Bloody hell, that’s going to hurt” Vicky said. I asked if I could have a gag and Jon got the ball gag out and gave it to me. As I was putting it on Vicky said that she had never seen one of those before and had a good look at it. Jon did the front of my pubes and then told me to lift my legs. As I was waiting for Jon to pull the first strip off my lips I could see Vicky cringing, I guess that she could imagine how much it was going to hurt. All credit to Jon, he did them very quick and the gag didn’t have to suppress my screams for long. As I was getting up I saw my bright red pubes and lips, they were hurting nearly as much as my backside, but not as much as my clit that was still suffering from the effects of the belt. Jon told me to go and take a shower and then spend the next hour on the balcony, catching up with the notes for this journal. As I was walking to the bathroom I heard Vicky say, “A bit hard on her weren’t you?” “No, she enjoys it, ask her” Jon replied. When I came out Jon gave me the little remote controlled vibrator and told me to put it where it belonged (after the previous session with it we had decided that I didn’t need to wear the rubber knickers to be able to keep it in place, just muscle power). Vicky watched as I put it in me then Jon said, “And keep it there until this evening.” He then gave Vicky the remote control and said, “play with that knob on and off during the day.” “What does it do?” she asked. “Just try it - not now, but later, and see if you can work it out for yourself.” Jon and then Vicky went and had a shower while I was writing my notes. After that, Jon and I put on our vests, Vicky put on a wrap round skirt and T-shirt and we walked to a cafe for breakfast. Just as we were ordering, Jon said to Vicky “I’m glad to see that you haven’t put any underwear on Vicky.” The waiter stopped writing and looked at both Vicky’s and my laps. I’m sure that he could see my red pubes, but looking at Vicky I doubt that he could see anything, except for her red face; Jon had embarrassed her. Vicky finished first and started looking at the remote control. The inevitable happened and I gave a little shudder. Vicky didn’t notice what I had done and said to Jon “what’s supposed to happen?” Jon said, “Something did happen; give it time, you’ll find out.” Fortunately, she turned if off again, saying she would try again later. Jon decided that we would spend the day at the beach and we went back to the hotel and packed our things. Just after we had got in the car Jon told me to take my vest off and he took his off. Vicky decided to ‘go with the crowd’ and took her skirt and T-shirt off as well. Jon drove out of the car park and to the end of the road. While we were stopped waiting for the traffic a group of youth on mopeds pulled up alongside us; also waiting to turn left. It didn’t take long for them to spot us 2 naked girls in the car and within seconds 3 or 4 of them were bending down and looking in the windows. Vicky tried to cover herself with her hands but I thought ‘what the hell’ and just smiled at them. We drove off, leaving them in the distance but I think that Jon was wanting a bit of fun because on the way to the beach he drove into the airport and deliberately stopped alongside a bus full of people waiting to unload at the departures side. I could see one or two people looking down before Jon drove off. We pulled into the beach car park and Jon decided to start a new row well away from the others. That meant that we had a long walk in the open before going through the other cars and into the trees behind the beach. Needless to say Jon wouldn’t let me cover up; Vicky decided to be the same way. Three cars came into the car park as we walked across it before we got to the cover of the other cars and a few of the occupants had a good stare at us. On the beach we parked ourselves on sun loungers and I rubbed sun tan lotion all over the 3 of us. I lingered round Jon and Vicky’s interesting bits but nothing exciting happened. We had a quiet day soaking up the sun until about mid-afternoon when we went for a walk along the water edge after going for a swim. All 3 of us walked the full length of the beach and got a few stares when we walked along the part that was occupied by people with clothes on. It was slightly uncomfortable ‘wearing’ the small vibe and I think that Vicky and Jon had forgotten about it. Jon decided to go for another walk on his own and was walking off when Vicky decided to put some more sun tan lotion on. I hadn’t seen her pull the remote out of her bag or switch it on, but I certainly knew when she did. I suddenly jumped and said, “Ow.” “What happened to you” Vicky said. When I told her that it was her and that the box that Jon had given her was a remote control for the vibrator that Jon had told me to put in that morning she was fascinated and she kept playing with the switch and looking at me. It didn’t take her long to bring me to the brink of a climax but at that point she would switch it off, let me calm down and then switch it on again. She did this about 5 or 6 times. I was getting very frustrated and in the end I said, “Please let me cum Mistress” without thinking. I think this surprised her because she switched it on again, came and sat next to me and held my hand while my relief came. After I came, she switched if off and said, “Vanessa, I’m not your Mistress, but I would like to be your friend, and I’m enjoying giving you some pleasure.” With that, she switched it on again and watched me slowly cum again. After that she leaned over me and reached down and into me and pulled the vibe out. I was that wet that I think I could have used just my muscles and squeezed it out. Vicky went to her sun bed and discretely slid it into herself. She played with the remote for a few minutes and then gave it to me saying “your turn to have some fun.” I gave her a quick thrill then said, “Later” and pretended to go to sleep. About 10 minutes later I woke Vicky up by switching it on for a few seconds then off again. Neither of us said anything when Jon got back, but I kept giving Vicky a quick ‘burst’ to keep her on her ‘high.’ I was enjoying having the power to control Vicky’s pleasure. Jon was hungry so we put out vests on (Vicky her T-shirt) and we went to the beach bar. I don’t think we would have bothered with the vests except that there were a couple of policemen sat drinking in the bar. Jon didn’t want to risk a confrontation and said that the Spanish police were quite unpredictable. The bar was crowded and we had to sit on the edge of the floor which was a wooden platform about a foot above the sand. We’d been there about 15 minutes when some kids (about 11 or 12) started playing in the sand in front of us. I suddenly realised that they were spending a lot of time laid on the sand looking at us and whispering to each other. It took me ages to realise that because we were sat so low with our knees higher than our bums they would easily be able to see everything that we had got. I looked at Jon then Vicky and it didn’t look as if they had realised so I decided not to say anything and let the kids have their fun. After a while I think that they must have learnt enough about adult genitalia to satisfy themselves for one day because they moved away. We went back to our loungers and settled down again. I was making notes for this journal but kept giving Vicky a little burst to keep her awake. Every time I did she looked at me and smiled as if to say ‘keep it on please’. Needless to say I didn’t, I was enjoying it, but probably not as much as Vicky was. At about 5 o’clock Jon decided that we were leaving and took us the long way back to the car. We walked through the sand dunes and trees, sometimes on paths that were hardly paths. We came across a few people sitting under trees, or just walking about. We saw 2 separate couple having sex and a couple of men on their own playing with themselves. There were also 2 men playing with each other. At one point when we were in front of one young couple with the girl riding the boy Jon said that he was thinking about us giving them a ‘show’ as well as the other way around, but we didn’t. Back in the car park there were hundreds of cars there and it took us ages to find our car. All the time us 3 naked people were walking around in and out of rows of cars and in between the lots of people who had decided that it was time to leave. It was funny watching people reactions, some would just ignore us, some would deliberately change direction to avoid us, some would stare at us, and one or two would mutter something like ‘tut’ or ‘well really’ at us. That was the English; I couldn’t understand what the foreigners were saying. We eventually found the car and I climbed in the back, I wanted to have some more fun with Vicky. I switched the vibe on for about 3 seconds, 3 or 4 times. Eventually Jon realised what was happening and as we were parking the car at the hotel he asked for the remote and after we had put our vests and T-shirt on and got out he switched it on and left it on. Poor Vicky having to walk back to our room with the vibe buzzing away. By the time we got back to our room she was getting quite red and having difficulty walking. She was cursing and swearing at Jon when we got into the room and he switched it off. He said that she would have to remove the vibe, go out onto the balcony and finish herself off out there. Well, when a girl has gone that far, she has just to finish it, so she did. She didn’t even notice the 2 young girls and boys on the balcony next door. Not that it mattered because they were in various states of dress and more interested in each other than us. They looked as if they had just discovered what fun girls and boys could have. I was having difficulty deciding where to look, the boys next door, one with his dick sticking out of the tops of his shorts, or one of the girls with nothing on with her little wisp of pubic hair, or the other girl with just her knickers on, or Vicky who was frigging for England. Vicky came with a muffled scream and then collapsed into the chair. After a drink and a shower Jon told us to get some rest before we went out for the evening. I lay on the bed reading and soon went to sleep. When I woke up Jon was sat on the balcony and Vicky was asleep beside me. Just as it was getting dark we went out, me wearing just my lacy net dress and Vicky wearing my white latex dress. She had to keep pulling the hem down as it kept riding up to show the creases at the bottom of her cheeks. We walked down the main street and found a little restaurant and had something to eat before going into the bar with the DJ. That night it was Bucking Bronco night and they were inviting the kids to have a go. As the night wore on and the younger kids left, the rides were getting more interesting. The boozing teenagers were going flying as they tried to stay on. And the DJ made the Bronco livelier. The DJ was having fun with the girls and trying to get them to take their tops of. He was getting the lads to chant ‘get your tits out, get you tits out, get your tits out for the lads’. Most of them did and he then started the Bronco that made their breasts really bounce about. The girls that wouldn’t get their tits out had to turn round and face the back and then a lad from the audience had to get on the normal way, facing her. The girl then had to lay back and lift her legs onto the lad’s shoulders, giving the lad a great view of her knickers. When the DJ started the Bronco it wasn’t long before the girl was flying off with her skirt round her waist. That seemed to please the lads. We had been in there for a couple of hours and had had a few drinks when Jon decided that I was going to have a go on the Bronco. The lads all cheered when I climbed on. Especially the ones behind the Bronco who could see what I wasn’t wearing. The DJ got it bucking for a minute or so before he asked me to get my tits out. When I said I couldn’t because of the dress he asked for a male volunteer from the audience. He finally picked one from the ones that wanted a go and I had to turn round for the lad to get on. The DJ told me that I had to put my feet over his shoulders. I thought ‘well, showing one everything is better that showing everyone everything’ so I started to pull my dress up over my bum so that I could get my legs up easily. Just then I fell for the oldest trick in the book; the lad said, “Look at that” and pointed to the ceiling. Being stupid I looked up and the lad suddenly grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up and right over my head before I knew what was happening. I looked over to Jon who waved his arms indicating that I had to get on with it. There I was naked, facing a strange man, and Jon was telling me to lay back and lift my legs over his shoulders. I knew that Jon would not be happy if I refused, so I did it. All the lads in the bar were really cheering and trying to get closer, and the lad whose neck my feet were round must have been able to see that I was getting aroused. There was nothing that I could hold onto other than the lad neck with my feet, but the lad could hold on to the bit of rope that was just in front of his crotch. The problem was that that was where my pussy was, and his hands were resting on my pussy. The DJ started the machine and my breasts were wobbling about. Needless to say I didn’t last long and I went flying closely followed by the lad. I ended up lying on my back on the big air cushions with my arms and legs spread with my feet almost in the audience. As soon as I got my bearings I managed to get off the air cushions and then came the problem of finding my dress and getting through all the lads that were stood around. I hadn’t a clue where the dress was so I had to start looking round. The lads weren’t going to miss an opportunity and their hands were everywhere. One even gave me a big sloppy kiss on my mouth. The comments they were coming out with were amazing. By the time I’d got round to the other side of the room I had lost count of the number of fingers that had been inside me. I was really wet by then so there was no resistance at all. Eventually I found my dress and put it on. I should have realised that Jon would have retrieved it but I just didn’t think and that was the last place that I looked for it. I was beginning to have visions of having to walk back to the hotel naked. When I told Jon about that he just said, “Tomorrow.” The DJ managed to get a bit of quiet and asked if anyone else would like a go on the Bronco. I should have guessed that Vicky would, she’d been knocking the drinks back and was quite happy by that time. Up she stood and went over to the DJ waving her arms. Like most men, he didn’t take long to spot a woman whose dress barely covered her pussy and ass. The DJ asked her what her name was and then told her to get on the Bronco. As soon as the lads around the cushions saw her dress ride up even further as she lifted a leg onto the cushion they realised that they were in for another treat and started cheering. She jumped onto the Bronco and then swung her legs round so that she could sit on it and by the time she was in the right position her dress was up round her waist. The Bronco stated slowly and Vicky was doing quite well hanging on. When The DJ stopped and asked her to get her tits out she just pulled the dress straight over her head. This caused even more cheering and comments from the lads. Vicky threw her dress towards me and I managed to get it without any problems. The lad’s attention had obviously moved from me to Vicky. The Bronco stated again and Vicky’s breasts were bouncing a lot more than mine were, but there again, they are bigger than mine are. She was doing well and lasted right through until the DJ stopped the Bronco and said that it was only fair that she shared her ride with one of the lads. It took ages for the DJ to decide which one; I think they all wanted a go. Eventually one got on behind her and put his arms round her and held onto her breasts. “No, not like that” the DJ said, “she has to turn round and face each other like the last couple did.” The lad let go of Vicky who then tried to turn round, it was funny watching them as she tried. They were hanging on to each other everywhere. At one point Vicky was nearly stood up on the Bronco balancing by holding onto the lad’s head. There was lots of laughter and cheers as various parts of Vicky were pushed towards different parts of the audience. Eventually they were facing each other both holding onto the little rope between their crotches. I couldn’t see but I would guess that somebody’s hands were on somebody’s genitals. The DJ still wasn’t happy so Vicky had to lay back and lift her legs over his shoulders. Vicky did this differently to me, I just had my ankle round the bloke’s head but Vicky had her knees over his shoulders. This meant that Vicky’s pussy was just below his face and you can guess what happened next. The lad just bent forward and started to use his tongue on her pussy. There were lots of cheers from the audience but I think it was a bit too much for the DJ because he started the Bronco. In that position they were both off in seconds and ended up in one big pile on the cushions. Vicky had the same problem getting off the cushions and back to us. It was obvious from the time that she took that she was enjoying herself and when she did get back she just said, “That was fun” and sat down. Jon gave her the dress and told her to put it on. A few more people had a go on the Bronco and one girl got down to her knickers but the cheers were not as noisy as when Vicky and I were on. After about an hour both Vicky and me decided that we needed to go to the toilet. When we got there the place was in a hell of a mess, there was water everywhere and the toilet pan was smashed. We went back to Jon who told us to go in the Gents toilet. When we got there the toilet pan there was broken as well. That just left the urinal on the wall. We didn’t know what to do; we were both desperate so Vicky suggested that we use that. “How?” I asked Vicky. “Easy” she said, and stood either side of it just like the men do, and then she hitched her dress up to her waist, leaned back, and started. It worked; she was getting it right on target. When it came to my turn I was just as accurate as Vicky but I had to lean further back because I wasn’t quite as tall as her. I was in full flow with my dress round my waist when a youth came in. At first he wasn’t sure whether he was in the right room, or what. After looking at the door again then looking at me again then Vicky, Vicky said, “Ladies not working.” “Oh right” he said, and continued to stare at me. When I finished I turned round still holding my dress round my waist and said, “Anyone got a tissue?” The youth just kept staring and judging by the bulge in his trousers he was going to have trouble having a piss. Vicky giggled and grabbed my arm and pulled me out. When we told Jon he laughed, and when the youth walked back passed our table Jon said, “Is that him?” loud enough for him to hear. Poor lad, he looked embarrassed. The walk back to the hotel was uneventful but as we were walking through the hotel bar someone whistled at us. I hadn’t a clue why at the time, but in the lift Jon told me that his arm that was round me was on my bum, under my dress and on the top of my left cheek. Most of my bum was on display and I didn’t even know it. Vicky also hadn’t realised that his right arm was doing the same to her. He said that we had walked most of the way back to the hotel like that. I guess it was a combination of being used to having nothing covering my bum and the fact that I was enjoying having Jon’s arm round me. Back in the room we stripped off and went on to the balcony. It was all quiet out there and we talked for a while and drank some water before going to bed. Jon was in the middle and I don’t know if he and Vicky had any sex because I fell asleep straight away. Friday August 7 That morning I woke up first and decided to wake the other two with my mouth. Knowing that Jon is a heavier sleeper than Vicky is I decided to start on her and carefully got out of bed and went round to her side. I kneeled on the floor and started licking her stomach and moving down to her short and curlies. I was obviously having the desire effect because her legs opened enough for me to get my tongue to her little clit. She started moaning a little and then opened her eyes. I stopped and carefully leaned over to Jon and started licking his dick. Vicky whispered “don’t stop,” to which I said, “later”, and took Jon in my mouth and started licking and sucking. It wasn’t long before he was hard and I whispered to Vicky to get on him. As I backed off she carefully got up and put her knees either side of his waist and lowered herself onto him. I decided to offer my pussy to his mouth and carefully climbed on in front of Vicky. I guess that I wasn’t careful enough because just as I got on he opened his eyes to see my moist pussy right in front of his face. “Nice way to wake up” he said, and pulled me down onto his face. No sooner than I was there his teeth were chewing my clit. Vicky started going up and down and put her arms round me and started rubbing my nipples between her fore fingers and thumbs. Vicky had had a head start and came first. She was quickly followed by Jon who bit my clit as he came. The pain made me cum quickly and in the end I think we all came within a minute. After we had showered we went onto the balcony and talked about what we were going to do that day. Jon said that as it was our last day Vicky and I could decide. Vicky said that she hadn’t seen much of the island and I said that I would like to go to a beach and then Ibiza town again. Jon said we could combine the lot and told us to pack a bag. We went straight to a cafe just down the road and had some breakfast before walking back to the car at the hotel. Before Jon would let us get in Vicky and me had to take our T-shirts off and give them to him through the window. As soon as we did he started the car and drove a hundred yards down the road. That left the 2 of us naked in the car park with people looking down on us from their balconies and some kids walking towards us. There was nothing else that we could do, we just ran after Jon hoping that he wouldn’t move again. He didn’t and we jumped in. Vicky said, “That was fun,” as soon as she got her breath back. We spent a couple of hours just driving around and as far as I can tell no one realised that there were 2 naked women in the car. I’m sure it would have been different if Jon had hired an open top jeep. We drove all over the middle of the island and stopped at a sleepy little village for some lunch. Jon told me to put just my white bikini on and to adjust it so that it covered even less flesh. He said that the place could do with waking up. Vicky borrowed my vest, matching what Jon was wearing. We wandered round a bit and then stopped at a little cafe. Before we went in. Jon grabbed the front and the back of my bikini bottom and pulled it up. He nearly lifted me off the ground and I thought that I was going to be cut in half. When he let go the crotch that was only one inch wide was inside my lips. Inside there were 4 old men and a young girl serving. We took a table near the door and Jon told me to put my feet up on another char and keep my feet a few inches apart. When the girl eventually came over to us she was greeted by the sight of my pussy lips staring at her and when she turned to face Jon she would have been able to see his dick and balls because I could. Vicky was the only one of us that was decent - if you ignore the fact that you could see the whole of the outside of her left breast, right to and including part of the aureole. The girl said something to Jon in Spanish that he didn’t understand and after she looked back at my pussy she asked him what we wanted, in English. After Jon told her he had to tell her again because she hadn’t heard him as she was staring at his balls and dick. Eventually our drinks and then sandwiches arrived and each time she came over, she had a good look at both Jon and me. Afterwards she went back to the bar and was talking to the old men. I guess that she was telling them about us because they kept looking over to us. When it came for us to leave Jon caught the eye of the girl but it was one of the old men who came over to give us the bill. He had a real good look at my crotch before putting it on the table and leaving. When we left Jon told us to take our clothes off before we got into the car. This wouldn’t have been so bad except that there were some kids hanging around the car park. The older ones just stared at us as we stripped and then drove off. We drove to Cala Conta beach and parked under the trees. Just as I was getting our belongings from the back of the car a bus load of people went passed blowing a cloud of dusty sand all over us, but this wasn’t before everyone on one side of the bus had a good look at me. Jon had me walk across to the steps down to, and onto the nude part of the beach without putting any clothes on but Vicky wrapped her towel round herself. We settled down to soak up the sun and after an hour or so we all went for a swim. We ended up round the corner just off the clothed part. Well I say clothed one of the first things that I saw when I looked up towards the beach was a woman walking along the water’s edge wearing only a bikini bottom. As she passed right in front of us the bikini bottom just didn’t look normal. There were no sides to it. Jon came up with the answer; it was moulded in some type of plastic. How it was staying in place we didn’t know, but Jon said that it must have some sort of dildo built into it so that she could grip onto it with her vaginal muscles. I said that it sounded fun and Jon promised to try to work on a way of making one. Jon told us that since it was our last day on holiday we were going to try to liven the place up a bit and that we were going to get out of the water there and then walk back to our towels. Some of the people we passed were real prudish and we got the odd comment of “they should be arrested” and “it shouldn’t be allowed.” We just ignored these and kept walking back to our towels where we put some more sun tan lotion on and soaked up some more sun. As the afternoon wore on Jon decided that we would go back to the hotel and have a swim in the pool. What he didn’t tell us was that we weren’t to wear anything until we got back to our room after a swim. Well, getting back to the hotel was quite easy, but we then had to get from the car park and into the pool. It took us a good 10 minutes to do the 100 yard trip, hiding behind anything we could find as people walked by. We used the back entrance but there were still quite a few people walking about. The last bit took the most courage as we had to walk (run) for about 20 yards through the sun beds and then jump into the pool. Jon had gone ahead carrying our clothes and was waiting for us in the pool. Fortunately it was getting toward 6 o’clock and there weren’t a lot of people around the pool, or in it. It was the group of teenage boys that took the most notice and they followed us around in the water. Only one of them had some goggles and they changed hands quite a lot. We ignored them and eventually they gave up and went back to throwing their ball to each other. Jon told me to introduce Vicky to the jet of water at the quiet end of the pool. At first she couldn’t understand what I was talking about, but as soon as she got her knees either side of it she just didn’t want to move. I had a real problem getting her to let me gave a go. Jon swam over to us and told us that he was going to take the hire car back and for us to go up to our room in about 15 minutes. We took it in turns on the water jet but neither of us reached a climax. Close and it was good, but not quite there. We guessed at the 15 minutes and then swam to where we got in. We didn’t really expect to find our things there so we weren’t disappointed. We waited for a time when no one was looking at us and the jumped out and ran for it. We had to go past one of the bars and got a few cheers from a group of men but I didn’t even look at them. We made it to the room with only having to hide once but the room door was locked when we tried to get in. Jon wasn’t there. What could we do, there wasn’t any cover outside our room so we just had to wait and look casual. It wasn’t long before our neighbours the 2 girls arrived with the 2 young men. We said, “Hi” to them and started telling them that we were locked out. The boys wouldn’t stop looking at us and I guess that they were doing things to us ‘in their dreams’ because they both had bulges in their shorts. All 4 of us females noticed and the 2 young girls told them to ‘calm down’. Vicky then asked if we could wait for Jon in their room and we all went in. All 6 of us were sat around talking about nothing special when the 2 girls decided to go to the bathroom leaving the 2 boys alone with us. Vicky asked the boys if they were embarrassed being alone with 2 naked girls. They looked at each other and then one of them said, “No.” “But it does turn you on” Vicky said. They both denied it but the bulges in their shorts said otherwise. Vicky then asked them if they would like to be naked as well. They shook their heads up and down so Vicky said, “come on, get ‘em off.” They both turned their backs to us and stripped off and just stood there. I was beginning to enjoy their embarrassment and said, “Turn round then.” When they did they both had erections. Just then I heard a noise next door, Jon must be back. I thought for a few seconds then asked the boys to come and lay on the bed next to where we were sitting. I don’t know what they were expecting to happen but as soon as they were laid flat I got up and went to the bathroom and quietly asked the girls to come out and join the party. When the 3 of us walked into the room both the boys were staring at Vicky who was sat right next to the boys holding a dick in each hand. I said, “Come on Vicky, Jon’s back” and the boys looked up. When they saw the 2 girls they tried to cover their dicks with their hands as Vicky got up. The 2 girls were giggling trying to work out what to do next. We left and knocked on our door for John to let us in. Taking the car back had taken longer than he had thought but he said that he should have realised as it was Spain we were in. Jon decided that since it was our last night we would pack our bags then go and have a good meal then go into Ibiza town. We would come back to the hotel just before the coach was due to pick us up. Jon told me to wear my short wrap-round skirt and white bikini top and Vicky decided to wear just a thin cotton button down the front dress. We packed our bags and walked down to one of the Chinese restaurants and had a great meal with lots of white wine. I think we were all a little happy when we got a taxi into Ibiza town. We wandered round the harbour area looking at all the ‘unusual’ people and into some of the clothes shops. In one of the shops Vicky saw a dress that she liked and tried it on. Jon made sure that she didn’t close the curtains to the changing cubicle and a middle-aged couple that were in there had a good look at her as she changed. I think that she is getting used to people seeing her naked now or maybe the wine was helping. We didn’t buy anything and moved on. We walked further along round the harbour and came across a lively ‘English’ bar. Jon decided that the wine was beginning to wear off and that we needed a drink. It was quite big inside and was full of young people. There was a DJ that was keeping the dance floor full. Jon decided that we would stay there for a while and we managed to get a corner to stand in. After a while (and a few bottles of San Miguel), some drunken youth came in and started causing a bit of trouble. A fight started and the customers that didn’t want to get involved moved to the sides of the room. The bouncers moved in and there were bodies flying everywhere. I think that Vicky was a little scared and I know I was. Jon put his arms round our shoulders to comfort us a bit. One youth landed just in front of us and started to get up. Just as he got to his knees someone pushed him and he fell towards us. He grabbed for something to stop him falling, but there was nothing there but my skirt. It all happened so quick, one second he was getting up, the next he was down again, but this time with my skirt in his hand. The little bit of velcro holding it round me had given way and I was now naked apart from 2 small triangle of thin white material that were just about covering my breasts. The youth on the floor at my feet did a double take as he got up, so did a few other people that were nearby. I quickly put my skirt back on as the bouncers won the fight and threw the drunks out. As the place was settling down the DJ told everyone that we were in Spain and that bouncers can get away with a lot more than they can in England so causing bother wasn’t a good idea. About 30 minutes later the DJ announced that they were going to have a wet T-shirt competition and if anyone wanted to enter they were to go and see him. Jon decided that I should enter and asked Vicky if she would. After some thought (and another San Miguel, she agreed and we both went and entered. An hour later we were in this little room with 3 other girls and being given the T-shirts. Somehow we managed to be fourth and fifth on stage and sat waiting as the other girls went and did their bit. Girl one came back in with her T-shirt still on and very wet. I could see her little nipples and knickers through the nearly see-through cotton. Girl two came back with her T-shirt torn and tied under her breasts. She was wearing a white thong that was slightly see-through because of the water. Girl three came back wearing only her knickers and carrying her T-shirt, her big breasts bouncing like soggy watermelons. I had been thinking and when it came to my turn I said to Vicky “let’s do a double act.” She agreed and we both whipped our clothes off and put the T-shirts on. We got a funny look from one of the girls when she saw that we both didn’t have any knickers on. We ran out and onto the stage and I told the man that we were doing it together. “OK, a little shy are we?” he said to us. ‘Silly man’ I thought as we stated to dance to the music. They weren’t messing about, and within a minute we both had buckets of water thrown at us. We were drenched and the thin T-shirts were sticking to us. I could see exactly where Vicky’s bush was, and what colour it was. The audience were shouting “Get your tits out,” “Get ‘em off,’” and “skin, skin, skin.” I moved over to Vicky and got hold of the top of her T-shirt and ripped it a bit down the front. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to do it but I was surprised how easy it was. These were probably very cheap T-shirts. Vicky took the hint and did the same to me, but the rip was longer and my right breast was uncovered. The audience loved it. It was my turn again and this time I ripped Vicky’s T-shirt right down to her waist. Just as I finished that, more water came flying at us. Vicky wasn’t going to let me get the better of her and grabbed my T-shirt and pulled. Not only did it rip right to the bottom, but as I turned away it came right off me. I was naked in front of the whole audience who were cheering very loudly. I grabbed what was left of the T-shirt and held it front of my pussy and then looked at Vicky. She was smiling and waving a finger at me as if to say ‘No’, but that wasn’t going to stop me. I grabbed her T-shirt and pulled. It only took a second for her to become naked as well. I threw my T-shirt into the audience, closely followed by Vicky’s and we danced naked together. I decided to play to the audience a bit and moved to the front of the stage. There were lots of hands reaching towards me as I got on my knees (legs apart), leaned back and danced like that for a while. Vicky was moving about and getting very close to the hands, but I never saw any touch her. The music stopped and we went up to the DJ who told us to stand next to each other while he called the other girls out. I think that they were a little surprised when they saw us naked. It was ‘vote time’ and the DJ asked each girl to step forward so that the audience could vote by the loudness of the applause. On cue, girl one lifted her T-shirt to ‘flash’ her breasts at the crowd. Girl two ran to the front and ripped her T-shirt off and threw it into the audience. Girl three just waved at the audience but when the DJ said ‘four and five’ I grabbed Vicky’s hand and pulled her to the front. I don’t know why I did what I did next, but I faced her, put my arms round her waist, pulled her to me and gave her a big sloppy kiss, right on the lips. At first she didn’t respond, but within a couple of seconds we were swapping spit with each other. At the same time our naked breasts were rubbing against each other and the audience were cheering very loudly. It only lasted a few seconds before I pulled away and turned so that my back was to the audience. I bent at the waist, wiggled my ass at them then pulled Vicky back to the DJ. The DJ declared Vicky and me as winners and gave us a bottle of champagne. All 5 of us entrants went back to the little changing room and put our clothes on. As Vicky and me had a head start on the others (both ways), we were dressed and leaving first. As we were walking out I heard one of the girls say that they didn’t stand much of a chance winning with those 2 exhibitionists in the competition. We both ignored the comment and went to look for Jon. It took a few minutes as the place was still crowded and Jon had moved from our original place. When we found him he told us that the competition had taken longer that he thought it would and that we had to leave. We got a taxi back to the hotel but Jon told the driver to stop about half a mile from the hotel. To start with I didn’t realise what Jon was up to but he dragged us into a dark alley and told us to take our clothes off and give them to him. He then told us that we were going to liven the place up a bit and that we had to walk back to the hotel naked and go through reception and to our room; and not to use the back entrance. It was a good job that it was dark, but there were still quite a few people about, mainly young people who were still moving from bar to bar. Jon told to get going and left us saying that he would be in the room waiting for us. Well, Vicky and I looked at each other and she said, “Well, I reckon that we have 3 options. One is to stay here and hope that Jon comes back for us. Two is to just run like hell, right down the main street and don’t stop for anything. And three is to try and get back using side streets and hiding when we see someone. What do you think?” We discussed it for a minute or so and decided that it was too far to just run fast all the way and there was no chance that Jon would be back. We decided on a compromise, start with option 2 and when we got nearer the hotel we were going to run for it. It was slow going, every time we saw someone we would dive behind a car or wall or whatever was available. In a way, it was fun and at one point I touched my pussy and it was wet so I guess that I was finding exciting. We made it down to the beach and decided to follow that as far as we could. At least there was less chance of us standing in some dog shit. At one point we heard a noise and ducked behind a pile of sun loungers only to be confronted by a naked couple having sex. I’m not sure who had the biggest surprise but we decided to run for it from there. We stopped behind a parked car just at the bottom of the road to our hotel and got our breath back before deciding to do the last bit as fast as we could, and hoping that there weren’t many people in the reception area. I remember seeing a couple of people and hearing someone shout something but I don’t know what they said. It seemed like hours but it must have only taken seconds to fly through reception and up the stairs. It was only when we got to our corridor that we slowed down to a walk. When we got to our room the door was locked and Jon wasn’t answering our knock. After a couple of minutes we heard someone coming and Vicky said that it might be the hotel manager coming to tell us off or something. We hid in an alcove and I was relieved to see that it was Jon. He told us that he had waited in reception to make sure that we went through. Back in the room Jon told us to shower and get ready to leave for home. We had 10 minutes before the bus arrived. When we got out of the shower we only had time to put on what Jon had got out for us. Everything else was in our cases ready to go. Vicky chose the long wrap-round skirt and blouse which left me with my favourite cheesecloth dress. Jon wore just a T-shirt and shoes. Out the front of the hotel the bus was waiting, and we jumped on. As we were walking down the aisle I heard the words ‘that’s them’, and ‘streak’. Jon was smiling as we sat on the back seat. We had a long wait in the airport, the flight was delayed and the place was so crowded that the only place we could find to sit was the cold marble floor which wasn’t very nice with no knickers on. Jon didn’t get changed until we were in the departure lounge. On the flight Jon asked Vicky how she was getting home and she told us that she would be waiting for a bus. She said that she wasn’t back at work till the Monday and that her 2 flatmates were away for the weekend. Jon invited her to come home with us and said that he would drive her home on the Sunday afternoon so that she had time to get back into the ‘old routine’ before the Monday. It wasn’t long before Jon was pushing the pile of mail away from the back of the door and we were home. After a quick tour Jon told Vicky that she had a choice of 3 places to sleep, with me, with him, or on the ‘punishment’ bed. She chose me and we fell asleep next to each other just as the sun was coming up. . continued in Part 5.doc . |
No 1 The start of Cuckolding Before I met David, my husband to be I had sex with maybe 20 men, after that point it didn’t change much till my wedding. Well my Hen Night really. My sister organised it all, lots of alcohol and a visit to a male stripper’s bar. Initially even our Mum and my mum in law to be were with us, But by 1am the next morning getting back to my sister’s place we were down to a hard core of her, me and 4 other friends of ours. Back there was Paul my future brother in law plus some male friends of his. Going to bed with my future brother in law was easy, and then I floated away in a dream over the next 30 hours as men had me sexually in ones and twos; I was in a darken bedroom losing track of time, in a sexual bliss. Every time I fell asleep, a different man would be with me when I woke up again, some would come back for seconds and thirds. Food and more alcohol appeared regularly, I got about 8 hours sleep during the day time Friday and it started all over again that evening. It was sexual bliss, with a combination of rough sex to gentle sex; one new thing for me was every so often Paul or my sister would slip into the bed, each would gently lick my pussy and rim my anus, tasting the juices laid there, Each had served as my personal urinal during that time, whilst watersports were part of the sex play I enjoyed with Paul, for my sister and I this was our first sexual contact. On her second visit to me I had pulled her around for a mutual ‘69’ and found she’d been sexually active with a man in the hour before. All the time I thought the other girls left over from my Hen night were getting the same treatment and it was the same half dozen guys that had been there when we arrived back. It wasn’t, I later found out that by dawn my friends had all departed for work or home. Plus the initial guys had departed replaced by fresh cock for the day. Friday night was a gangbang on me. For a while in the months afterwards, my sister said it all the same 6 guys, I knew it wasn’t, till she admitted she found out that I’d had about 20 lovers up to that date and she wanted to double that and she did. At 10am my hair and makeup etc., started and I was at the church at 12:30; As I walked up to the church doors I felt my panties slip down my legs, the 3rd pair that day now also sodden wet. I walked up the aisle pantieless with cum leaking down my thighs from my sore pussy and arsehole. Yes those men had used all three of my holes; I’d taken anal fucks before but in those previous hours had loosened me up. Also I had sucked to completion and swallowed, especially that morning. As I reached my husband to be and his best man and looked around I saw the line of six grooms men, every one of them had screwed me in my gangbang I saw it in their eyes, but I also felt a lurch of reigniting sexual excitement. As I was taking my vows, I had a briefest thought of ‘am I throwing all this fun away?’ Yes I had enjoyed that sexual spree with how many men. But another thought was uppermost in my mind that day. Three months earlier David and I had agreed we’d start a family as soon as we were married. I had stopped taking my pill at that point, I’d told no one, and every single guy who’d screwed me in the last 36 hours had done so barebacked, spewing cum into me and not only had I not raised a protest, I’d found a extra zing from it. Starting This is the account of how I first really cuckolded my husband. I use that word carefully as opposed to saying I was unfaithful, my husband knew I was going to have sex with another man and had encouraged me. As you will see he set me up. In the course of my marriage at that point I had been unfaithful with several other men, one of whom was Paul, my brother in law who I met with a half dozen times a year. Paul and I were also aware that my David was screwing my sister; maybe even more often than us, like with Paul and myself, they had started before marriage had taken place for either of us. I’d also taken other men during that time and I knew David played as well, but we never confronted each other with that knowledge. By the start of 2008, David and I had been married 7 years, during which I had been pregnant twice. That year I was being chased by two quite different guys, at the company where I had started to work about 6 months earlier. I hadn’t ‘gone all the way’ with either man, but I had engaged in heavy petting which for me included giving the guy full oral sex to completion. (Yes, I swallow). This heavy level had taken place about 3 times with one guy and maybe 10 or 12 with the other. I suppose the reason why I hadn’t gone all the way with either guy was with one he was younger – 19 still lived at home with his parents, the other was married, and if circumstances with either had been different I would have. There was another factor in that David and I had talked on and off about having another child before I was 30 (I was nearly there) and so I wasn’t actively protected by the pill at this time. Frankly by that time our sex life was almost confined to a Saturday night quickie; One thing that I had found turned both me and my husband on was dirty sex talk about me with another guy, not the old adventures I had before my marriage, but new fantasies of me with men and not just straight sex, but kinky sex, like anal and watersports or sex with 2 guys etc. it was all fantasy and we both knew that, but it was mostly 90% of the time it was about me, rather than him in the action. I also realised It worked even better if my lover was someone we both knew. Another thing coming out of these fantasies was David confessed a desire to watch me with another man and to do so he acknowledged that I should in fact be in a sexual relationship before that could or would happen. I must admit I was dubious of the effect on our marriage if I did actually fuck someone else with my hubby watching. Again my husband had suggested mutual male friends I could fuck with; to some extent when we went to parties etc., he encouraged me to dress in sexier clothes, also daring me to leave off my bra and or panties, initially I was reluctant, but by 2008 I was doing so and without being asked most times. It was in late summer 2008, that things really started to develop, Adam had been a long time friend of David’s having worked together about the time we got married and in fact he was a guest at our wedding. Adam is older than David by 8 or 9 years had already been married for 5 years or so when we married. He and Lydia were very inseparable, there was never any hint of either of them playing around when we met them socially, although she flirted with David a lot, With Adam, I liked him but found him very aloof (which turned out to be incredible shyness on his part), so we’d never even flirted a little. Lydia died of cancer, struck down within 6 months of being diagnosed. Adam was devastated and it took him ages to get back to even remotely like his former self. Lydia had been his world for over 12 years. It was about 18 months after Lydia’s death that he was over with us and a few close friends for Sunday dinner when he confided in me, that he was trying to get back into the dating game but so far it had been a disaster, His confidence at 42 was not the same as in his early 20’s and he was still very shy with women. This had taken him about 4 glasses of wine to tell me, he went onto to say that he had as he was now managing director of the company with over 100 employees, to attend the Company’s annual dinner dance in about a month and he needed a partner. I truly believe that he was asking me if I had any friends who’d be willing and able not only in bed, but without being snobbish I knew he wanted a woman who’d be socially able to engage in conversation at the right level. I also think he was saying he was grateful for the two women we had attempted to link him up with, but neither was his type. In fact both had liked him, but found him still too remorseful. Each had had a few dates with him and had ended up in bed, more by their design than his probably. We had conversed for some 15 minutes and we were joined by David as I was suggesting female friends of ours that Adam may have met at previous social gatherings. It was David who looked at me and said “why don’t you go with Adam”. Adam was very surprised, almost shocked and speechless, I wasn’t quiet that bad. I should emphasis that all three of us were very aware, because Adam had stressed it that ‘the do’ was in fact a weekend away at a plush hotel in Wales. Obviously he wanted a partner that was going to be sexual with him and that factor had played a prominent part in our discussion of the 4 or 5 women we kicked about as a date for him. In fact two of the women Adam admitted he fancied sexually were married and as David correctly stated that both women “spread (their legs) easier than peanut butter”, but only when their husband don’t know, so they were both out! David turned away ‘a done deal’ as far as he was concerned leaving Adam slightly embarrassed, but with a definitely gleam in his eyes now. He looked at me and said “Has he just given us the okay to do what I think?” Any other guy at this stage I would have teased a bit, but I wasn’t sure that Adam was ready for that level of sexual banter. “Yes, of course that is if you want to, with me” silly question I already knew the answer from his eyes. He was still rather agog on this development, but aided by the wine, he got around to asking a few more pertinent questions. Without wanting to appear to be a slut to him, I ‘confessed’ that I had experienced extra martial sex with David’s permission with several other men I had met and fancied (a total white lie, but one I thought would help him out). By now he had a very obvious total hard on and we’ve moved out of earshot of the others. He then amazed me by confessing that all his married life his recurring fantasy was to have been able to watch his Lydia with two men at once (big black males in particular). Our conversation ended about there as, some of our guests were leaving including the couple who’d given Adam a lift, but before he left he asked me to buy me a special sexy dress for the dinner dance and some shoes and gave me a cheque for £2,000 to cover everything. Of course I said yes, I’d never spent more than £500 on an outfit and thought that was special. That night in bed my husband was rampant and every night that week. On Saturday he said we’d both go shopping for my ‘outfit’ and maybe get some other sexy stuff for me as he put it. In a boutique he bought me a sexy black cocktail dress slashed across one shoulder; the left side on which the slashed shoulder was open but held by one matching shoe string which threaded it was around 8 lace point to hold the dress almost together, but left a gap which could be adjusted to open and close the gap in stages from about 3” to a ½” gap. When I tried it on in the shop it was obvious that I could not wear a bra with it, but when I stepped out for David to see, both he and the shop assistant said I would have to go ‘full commando’, so going back into the vestibule I slipped off my panties as well and came back out again. The shop was small, but there were other men in there with their wives/girlfriends, to my surprise, I started to get quite a turn on. I hadn’t worn anything like this -- ever! Anyone looking my way could see the total lack of underwear, and the dress was really quite short as well as well as thin material. I tried to play it down that it wasn’t me and that told him it felt a bit tarty, which was actually very true, I was a bit alarmed at how it showed up my erect nipples, hardened by my public exposure. David believed he got round me taking it by saying it was a ‘woman’s dress’. But by then I felt so sexy in it, there was no way he was not going to have buy it for me, but I suggested he look for something else to try out. The assistant then suggested I try some shoes on with it, whilst David looked at some other dresses for me, she produced some very sexy stilettos with 5” or so heels, I’d never worn higher than 4” and these felt really sexy, especially as she knelt in front of me and I could feel her eyes on my naked pussy. But I looked up and a guy was getting a full view of my pussy as well. I have never flashed in my life before, but I got a huge surge of sexual excitement, there was nothing I could do to stop him seeing, short of standing up. I felt my face redden and also my pussy became incredibly moist, almost as if I was having some foreplay done on me. As the girl slipped on each of the sexy shoes, she was deliberately ‘opening me up for her own view and thought I was meekly letting her do so. But she was letting this guy get a real eyeful of me and I was getting so turned on. I didn’t have to look down to feel that her actions had actually parted my labia lips at that point, my voyeur was getting his eyeful and I was getting more aroused by the second. Once the shoes were on, I still lingered with parted thighs before standing. It felt really sexy being in 5” heels. I walked a bit unsteady at first. I walked towards my voyeur, ‘very nice’ he said, I smiled and thanked him, I was turning away from him, when I almost stumbled, he grabbed my arm as I was about to go. In that moment he slipped into my hand a business card with his name and mobile phone number on. ‘Call me sometime’ he said. Quite flushed I agreed to have those high heels as well. David had now ***********ed a couple of other items for me to try one. The next outfit I walked out into the shop in was a totally sheer see through blouse with a really miniscule micro mini black leather skirt – I was still fully commando. My ‘man’ had moved on with his wife, but I was appraised by several guys, who must have noticed the hardness of my nipples. My shop assistant could barely keep her hands off me by this point. Whether David had noticed this or not, I didn’t know, but now she followed me back into the changing cubicle with a couple of suggestions of her own. How long we were in there I dread to think, but she went down on me almost as soon as I had the blouse and skirt off and eat me out in a gorgeous way, I had to bite my arm to stop making a noise as she made me cum off. It was a terrific oral climax and when she stopped, we kissed long and deep, suddenly I wanted to return the compliment to her. She was without underwear as well, unlike me she was completely smooth, but she was completely soaking wet. My oral wasn’t as skilful as hers, but she came. It was my first taste of another woman and I was stunned to find how good it felt. I was pretty horny even then, and it was now late into the day so we drove home, collecting the kids on the way. If David had noticed anything at the shop, he didn’t say. Having fed us and the kids and put them to bed, I had a long relaxing bath. I started thinking about my day and that shop, I could not believe how blatant I had been, nor how much the events had aroused me and that man’s business card had almost burnt a hole in my handbag. After I was dried off, I shaved my labia smooth, leaving just a trim patch of pubes above. I then put on the see through blouse, mini skirt and high heeled shoes brought in the boutique. I felt sexy. I walked into our lounge and stood in front of my husband. He later told me that the first thing he noticed, (he was sitting down mind) was that the skirt was so short he could see I’d shaved myself. David was all for phoning our neighbour’s teenage daughter and asking her to baby sit for an hour or so, and we’d walk to our local pub for a drink. I was a bit stunned that he’d want to take me out to a very public place dressed as I was, and to our local where there would be people we both knew. I wasn’t sure if he was just testing me, I could see that he was getting an erection in his trousers and a gleam in his eye, for my part my pulse was racing. We were now seeing who’d back off first. I heard myself saying “okay, but not in these shoes”, he shot off his seat a wide grin saying “Okay, then put on those boots I bought you at Christmas” and he was at the phone, my knees were feeling very weak, all of a sudden, but I was also getting very moist again. I cannot say if I would have had the enough nerve and arousal to go with him, especially going like that into a pub where we knew people, also whilst I knew the skirt was short, it wasn’t till my sister tried it on a few weeks later and I was sat on a chair, did I realise how much of me would have been ‘on show’ to those who were sat around drinking. As for my see through blouse, being November I would have had to wear a jacket, so whilst people would have seen that I was bra less with a see through blouse on, my breasts would have been covered by a jacket, unless of course my husband asked me to take it off. As it was the girl was already out with her boyfriend (it was a Saturday). But now we were both fired up, what followed was one of the best sexual sessions we’d had almost ever, but certainly not since our honeymoon. The first fuck was fast and furious, but almost ran continuously into our second, only that was a longer and slower one. Finally, we laid back getting breath. He wanted to know if I would have really been brave enough to go to the pub as I was dressed some 40 minutes ago. I had to play him along a bit, because I knew that if I said I would have, he would be wanting me to actually do it any day soon. So I said perhaps not our local pub, but maybe one we weren’t known in. He then asked me if to-day was the first time, I’d ever exposed my naked pussy to a complete stranger. He got me to admit that I was more than a little excited by it. I assumed that he was talking about the guy who’d seen me, he wasn’t --- he had meant the woman assistant and had semi guessed what had happened there. It wasn’t till I told him that the man had slipped me his business card, that we realised our crossed conversation. So I told him about the shop assistant and me, but he really wanted to know about the guy. So I told him about the guy seeing me and then giving me his card, I also noticed that David’s cock went from flaccid to rock hard – pretty impressive after two fucks. As I finished he asked if I was going to call the guy. I said ‘he is looking for quick casual sex with me’. David said ‘and?” “and I’m a married mother of two children” I looked down and David’s cock was even harder now, “I mean he’d probably want me to turn up dressed like I was just now” “Yes” said David, “So then, we’d probably end up in a hotel room, and he’d want me to suck his cock and lick his balls,” David’s eyes glazed over and his cock was now oozing pre cum “of course, he’d cum in my mouth and expect me to swallow” (usually do anyway), he’d want to fuck me bare, maybe even fuck my arse as well.” My husband, who’d already cum off twice, now shot a watery jet of cum from his cock. He’d not touched himself, neither had I? Now I was a little taken aback at his intensity of the fantasy. I also found I was turned on at the idea of having sex with this stranger. I won’t bore you with the details of the next two hours, except to say that my husband wanted me to phone the guy up and have sex with him, he said he’d love to watch, but accepted that was unrealistic. David made love to me again in the following hours and once more when we awoke next morning. But which time I had been talked into being unfaithful. I found the idea very exciting, I was almost like a teenager with butterflies once more. The business card the man had given me, Peter was his name and I phoned him mid-morning Monday, I was nervous as hell. Within minutes he’d calmed me down and we talked for over an hour. That evening when David got home, I told him I’d spoken to Peter and that he wanted to meet me at 8pm the following evening, he was obviously excited, that night we had sex again, the third night running, I couldn’t remember the last time we had sex on three consecutive days. Peter hadn’t asked me to wear anything special, but David had other ideas. That afternoon, when I got home from work, I got myself ready and was still very nervous. My husband’s idea was for me to wear black seamed stockings with suspender belt, and my highest heeled black court shoes (about 4”) he originally wanted me to wear the new 5” heels bought on the Saturday, but I said I couldn’t walk in them yet. In view of the circumstances of Peter seeing me he said I should leave off my bra and knickers, the bra I didn’t mind too much, but I was wearing a flared black mini skirt to mid-thigh, so as he compromised on the shoes I agreed. I actually like the fact that he pushed me to going knickerless, as I wouldn’t have had the courage to do so otherwise, even though the idea had crossed my mind as well. On top I wore a sheer white silk blouse, not see through, but certainly diaphanous enough to show my nipple shape and size. Finally a red blazer. David got home early that day so I could go on ‘my date’, besides the practicalities of his looking after the kids; he wanted to ‘see me off’. I had a half hour drive to the hotel where I would meet with Peter. I was so nervous; it was like being on a first date, except that I knew exactly how it was going to end. Peter was there waiting for me, looking calm and relaxed. We had a couple of drinks, I was rather glad I wasn’t wearing knickers or panties as quite early on Peter asked me if I often went out pantieless, I was able to say no, only on special occasions, so he asked if tonight was special so I was able to show him how special it was in a good retake of “Sharon Stone’s Basic Instinct” flash, right there in the bar of the 5 * hotel. We were in bed together by 9pm and we had sex till about 1am, it was hot. He had a great body and a real nice cock. He was also turned on by the fact that not only was I married, but I was there with my husband’s permission. He wasn’t married, but had lived with his girlfriend for 3 years. He admitted he’d love to see her fucked by another man. I got home just before 2am to find a husband with a steel cock waiting for me. He wanted to know everything and we didn’t get any sleep that night. Next morning with a slightly sore pussy and a smile on my face, I’d had nearly 7 hours of rampant sex. David and my sex life had ramped up considerably and by the time of Adam’s dinner dance, I’d met with Peter 5 times and was more concerned that David might call it off with Adam because what David had sought was now happening, but no, the idea of me having sex with someone he already knew was more exciting for my husband. Come the weekend of the dinner dance, Adam and I checked into the hotel after lunch and we made love for a couple of hours in the afternoon. It was his first real sex (as he put it) for ages, and he was a considerate lover. In the aftermath of sex, he confessed that he had previously had lustful ideas over me since he first saw me. He was also considerably interested in our life style and was very aroused by my minor revelations to him. When we went down to the dance, I think Adam was more nervous than me. The night before David had shaved my labia lips clean and left a tiny tuft of pubic hair just above, which he had darkened. He had also instructed me to wear open crotch tights of light tan, under the dress which if anything only emphasised my bald pussy more, framing it to the world. It had never for a moment occurred to me till we entered the hall that of course there were still people employed in the company that knew my husband David and myself; after all he’d only left there about 4 years previously. Within a few moments I saw several faces I recognised and over the course of the evening I was chatted to by many men, all with a common theme of “have you split up”, I think I raised temperatures as well as eyebrows by saying that no, I was just Adam’s date for the evening. By the end of the evening I had accumulated over a dozen business cards, as well as giving out my phone number. I don’t think at that time I ever actually told anyone what my new lifestyle with David was, but each guy seemed to recognise my signals. Part 2 Nothing really happened at the dinner dance with other men other than several came onto me quite heavily. These were guys who had their own wives and girlfriends with them and whom I meet numerous times at other social events. Adam kept me quite close and I didn’t really appreciate how revealing my outfit was till I saw some pictures a week or so later. A year earlier I would have died of embarrassment and shame, now I found my pussy wetting. I was aware that David was very encouraging, but also aware that apart from the aftermath of my liaison with Adam and Pete, he wasn’t getting much out of it although our sex life had gone way up. In December that year, I was had sex regularly with 6 men:- My husband David – almost daily now; My brother in law Paul a couple of times a week; Peter (my pick up) once a week Adam (Dave’s former boss) once a week. Plus the two guys from work I went all the way with, separately one of them each week. In fact I reckoned I had more sex than since I was a teenager because in addition to those, in the run up to Christmas, I confessed to Paul what I’d been doing. He was almost as turned on as David and then confessed that Katie (my sister) had done similar and also was sluttier; she’s also has sex numerous times with him watching her and her lover. When I pushed for more details, he’d seen her in action maybe 50 times with at least a dozen different men although she’d had twice that number as lovers. They had also numerous wife swapping partners. She knew about Paul and me and it was why it was so easy for him to see me –when I wanted. It did cross my mind that it would be ironic if David had been screwing Katie behind our backs all this time. But it also gave me an idea to reward David. It was almost Christmas when I went to their house and we had a threesome. It felt pretty weird the first few minutes having sex with my own sister, but it also felt great unlike me, she was experienced in lesbian love making and got me so high. Katie had no qualms about relating to me her extra marital fun which not only confirmed Paul’s numbers which if anything were conservative. This was as we washed up and showered afterwards over coffee and we planned that two days later David would get his threesome with the two of us, which he did. We both made it plain to him that he could have Katie anytime he wanted. So now I felt a little more relaxed and soon after that we sister’s swapped bed all night, once a week, every week for ages and still do from time to time. Later on David confessed that he not only knew about my occasional trysts with Paul; but he’d sworn them to secrecy till the time was right, but he had indeed been having sex with my sister since before our wedding and even full on bi sex with Paul and Katie. If anything it was Katie and Paul who turned him onto the idea of me cuckolding him. What really stunned me was my sister telling me she’d been aching to have sex with me for ages A few days after that I had Paul and David in my bed as a threesome, I was amazed at how hot I found those guys giving each other oral as playing with me. It was Paul who told me how erotic it was to eat his wife’s pussy when it was full of another man’s cum, she barebacked most of her lovers, whereas because I’d been off the pill about a year, I had so far always insisted on all the guys using a condom. David said he was really looking forward to licking my cum filled pussy. When he said that I couldn’t believe how instantly that sent a shiver of pure sexual aroused thru me. I did wonder for a while if David remembered that I’d been off the pill for almost a year. During those initial months of 2009 I did feel struggle with the concept that other married couples were carrying on swapping and cuckolding etc. Because in those months I became more amazed at what Katie and Paul got up to sexually, they were experimenting with all sorts. At that time they had just about stopped the swapping scene, but she told me which of their friends they had swapped with – couples I’d met at parties etc. and had no idea. But some of the flirty half passes some of the men had made at me now fitted in with what I now knew. Whether she was aware of it or not some of her confessions, made me quite hot. Like when she told me she’d fucked Paul’s father regularly since she was engaged and my own father in law too. Not only that but both men had 3-sumed her on several occasions. Another time she said she was taking gang fucks, I thought she meant like 5 or 6 guys, only later did it turn out it was often double that number. I felt fantastic, attractive and sexy. David said I had changed subtly in my disposition, my clothing, demeanour and outlook. 12 months earlier I had felt the weight of almost 30, 2 kids and not much fun to a complete flip. My sister said to me ‘you’re 30 now – you still have a good tits and a great body, still attractive - you can fuck anything from 15 to 70, more importantly, your husband is up for you doing just that, in 10 years’ time it will be different’. As we moved into 2009 I found that men were reacting to me very differently, It was like I had a sign on my forehead saying ‘open for fucking’ where in the past men would flirt with me, now it seemed more acute and my sister was right I did have the pick of ages. And as for those men from the dinner dance, well with encouragement I took on some of those. |
Jen’s Life – Part Two It’s Wednesday night – and my father always takes my mum out for the evening. She always looked lovely, nice clothes and hair and makeup immaculate when she went out. When she was going out on a Wednesday night – she would come downstairs already to go out with her coat on. I saw her getting ready a few times, once has stuck in my head. She was sitting on her chair in her bedroom and brushing her hair – and she turned as she saw my reflection in the mirror. She got up and told me to go downstairs as she didn’t want me to get into trouble. She was wearing a REALLY short skirt, and a mesh top that her nipples poked through – I was shocked that she looked that way. I am a 36C now at 45 – and she was a 36DD. Her titties dropped down – not saggy – but tear drop – but everything was on show through the mesh top. She got her coat on and went downstairs. My Uncle and Grandpa looked after me when they went out. My father insisted on my evening routine staying the same, so it was dinner, bathtime, TV and then bed. My Grandpa used to come into the bathroom and wash me – spending AGES washing my puffy tiny titties. After a while he told me to stand up so he could wash my cunny. He again spend ages washing me back and forth between my folds. I was getting cold – shivering – and he told me to get back into the water to warm up. Then he told me to kneel up so he could clean me inside as well as outside. He lathered up his hand and then pushed a finger inside me, and wriggled it about. I loved how that made me feel… all tingly. He would slowly push his finger inside and out – and it felt so good… nothing like how my Uncle would wash me with his finger – he used to go fast – like they did with Mum. I liked it nice and slow so I could get the tingly feeling. When I got out, my Grandpa wrapped me in a towel and sat me down on his lap. He liked my titties – spending ages tugging and twisting my nipples, making sure they were dry. Then I had to twist round that that I was facing forwards – and I could feel his cock between my bottom cheeks. He used to move it without using his hands – and I would giggle as it twitched. One of Grandpas hands were always on my titties, still pulling and twisting my nipples… I would cry out when it was too rough, and he would moan when I did that… His other hand was on or in my cunny, either fingering me or playing with my clit. I never knew what my clit was until I was a bit older, and my uncle bit it, and my mum helped soothe it with a warm bath, and a flannel on it for the evening. She got the mirror out and explained to my where my clit was, and my cunny, although she knew that my cunny was always open for Grandpa and Uncle. I saw my mum and my father come home a few times on a Wednesday night – she looked awful – her hair and make up were a mess, and she was absolutely covered in gunk – gunk which I later found out was spunk. Her mesh top was ripped to pieces and just hung off her shoulders, baring her titties, and she was covered in bite marks. She walked past me without even looking at me, a resigned look on her face, and went into her bedroom. I went back to bed hoping that now my parents were back no one would come into my bedroom, but no… both Grandpa and Uncle came upstairs a few minutes later to give me a kiss goodnight. My uncle always started at my titties – kissing them goodnight – he would suck them hard, so hard I would try to move away on the bed, but could never manage it. Then he would kiss me on the cheek and tell me he would see me tomorrow. My grandpa would start kissing me between my legs on my cunny. I liked when Grandpa did this to me as it made my belly all tingly. Then he would kiss his way up, again like my Uncle, kissing my titties, but he would bite my nipple not suck, and it wasn’t a painful bite, just a nip I suppose. He would whisper goodnight to me, and tell me how he looked forwards to seeing me after school tomorrow. I had to get home after school straight away, never being allowed to go to the shops like some of my friends did. I had to go next door every day as my parents never got home from work until 5pm. Grandpa had a routine that I had to follow. I would open the door and walk in, and put my school bag down, my coat on the peg, and then take my knickers off and put them on top of my bag. Only then was I allowed to walk into the lounge where he would be waiting for me. More often than not, he would be stroking his peepee, and his trousers were down. He would tell me to hurry up and sit on the floor. I knew what this meant, he had told me ages ago… I had to kneel down beside him and hold his peepee in my hands, going up and down for a few times, until he told me to stop, and then I had to put it in my mouth so he could “get off”. That always puzzled me as he wasn’t getting off the chair at all. He was staying there, as his peepee was in my mouth. I started off only being able to take his head in, but recently I have been able to take a little bit more, and my Grandpa is SO happy with me. I like it when Grandpa is happy with me as he usually kisses my cunny afterwards, and I love the tingly feeling I get. Once he had cum in my mouth he would tell me to swallow it, I had always swallowed it by then anyway, as I would swallow it as soon as it started to come out, if I didn’t, then some would leak out of my mouth, and I would get punished. I never liked being spanked, so I tried my hardest to be a good girl. Grandpa likes good girls. If I am a really good girl then Grandpa will lick and kiss me on my cunny for ages and ages. I love this, especially if he keeps licking me and also puts his finger inside my cunny. He goes slow and it makes me tingle even harder, and I am not allowed to get up until he says so. Mum always comes in first to get me, and Grandpa is usually still playing with my cunny. She has to stand there and wait until Grandpa is ready. Sometimes he tells mum to get onto her knees, and she sucks his peepee too, as he is still on my cunny. We usually get home just as my father and uncle arrive home. My mum would cook for us all, and my Uncle and Grandpa would come around for dinner usually at 6pm. I am very good at helping mum cook the dinner, as usually when my father arrives home, she has to go and help him upstairs for a bit. I usually hear the gagging noise coming from their bedroom, but sometimes it’s the fucking noise, or sometimes it’s the spanking noise. There is always some sort of noise. When my uncle gets round – he will always check that I haven’t put my knickers back on after being at Grandpas. He will push his finger inside me really quickly every day to check that I am still ready for his good girl. I usually just stand there in the kitchen, making sure the dinner doesn’t burn as his finger is going fast inside me. I wish he would go slowly like Grandpa does, then I get the tingly feeling. But he never does. |
One fine day…moments in our barn: “The Barndance by Phyllis and Roger There was something in my youth that I will always remember. We had a barn that before winter we would load up with alfalfa for the animals. The day the load arrived was always fun with all the strong-looking masculine guys unloading the alfalfa bales and stacking them up inside our barn. I’d admire their muscled bodies heaving and sweating in unloading and then piling up the bales. And they looked at petite and pretty me in my housedress all innocent, the breeze blowing the soft fabric to outline my lithe body. Their looks were lascivious and made me sweat, too…my own feminine secretions cooling my thighs, if you know what I mean…juicy wetness making me shiver and feel naughty, the air cooling me down there. Their smiles let me know what they were thinking and I smiled right back. I imagined one of them, or even more than one of them, jumping off the truck, pushing aside a bale, pushing me down in the barn, ripping off my housedress and ravishing my young body, spreading my legs, exposing my wet cunt and then hot fucking! joining our two sweating bodies in heat and lust. We would be like hungry animals in coitus and full body release. Our eyes would embrace each other and we would have sex like wild creatures. The animals were in the field when the unloading occurred but they would smell the alfalfa, wander up to the barn, eager to have something to eat even though they could forage still in the field. Then there was my little donkey that spent a lot of time with me in the barn. Next to my dog he was my very best friend…my best friend in more ways than one. He was an undersized donkey and was my favorite; he was kind of my pet and he would nuzzle me all over, pushing at my waist as I would groom him, comb out his mane, pet him all over. When I combed underneath his long dark cock would ease out. It was an amazing thing to see and feel. I loved stroking it. I had to use both my hands. It was warm and dripping as it responded to my hands.. One day, after the alfalfa had been delivered and stacked, and my imaginary lovers had departed, I was still hot and feeling naughty. My little donkey and I were in the barn…me stroking, combing him and him nuzzling me. I was in front of him playing with the bits of his mane coming between his ears, his head down for my attentions, his beautiful cock already dangling. Our family dog was wanting his turn. The three of us then alone and private. I had closed the barn door. The barn was so wonderfully aromatic with all the new feed and I inhaled deeply and continued my stroking. Wondering if the workmen would have stroked my cunt before fucking me. My dog loved attention as did my donkey. And, if I can reveal one of my dearest secrets…can I?…I guess I will if you promise not to tell: My secret is this. I had long ago discovered my own sexuality and my sexiness with animals. I was fascinated with their “tools” as I called them and they were excited by my “charms” as I called them. Their tools and my charms excited each of us accordingly and there we three were in the sweet smelling barn one afternoon in the fall when my parents were shopping and the scene in the barn was very quiet and intense…me combing and stroking my sweet donkey and my loving doggie coming up behind me, nuzzling me, his nose under my dress, probing, wanting his share of attention. My imagination hot and my body exuding its sexiest scent. Doggie licked my naked legs giving me shivers. Donkey was nodding his head and doggie came up behind again nodding his snout up under my housedress, that delicious cold nose anointing my ass and cunt with a cool and stimulating nose snuggle. I jumped with surprise but then he hit me there again and I settled down, opening myself. Then that awful beguiling, totally irresistable tongue swiping from my clit, past my lips and up between my ass cheeks. I bent over hoping for another lick and wasn’t disappointed. It made my body fill with feelings that made me shiver again; made my eyes close; made my breath gasp and wait for another long, hot doggie tongue lick and there it was again. I stood on my tiptoes in a delight and hoping for more. My sweet, loving doggie tasted my spend and wanted more. I kept grooming my donkey which leaned down its head and nuzzled me on the front. He had caught the scent my doggie had aroused.. So there I was, being licked and nosed from the back and from the front. I was all dizzy, my knees getting weak as I felt a growing arousal and rising heat in my body. I held on to my donkey’s ears…keeping his muzzle at my waist. What a long thick tongue he has! I released his ears and lifted my housedress over my head…I was now a Venus, or an Eve or Lady Godiva; my naked body hot and being nuzzled and licked all over…the exciting tools of my sweet animals playing with and licking up my charms, and I felt so naughty at what was happening and the scene of the three of us in the aromatic barn. My knees were weak and getting weaker with each doggie lick. I rubbed my breasts which made it all a dream and I kept thinking how alone I was in my privacy with my privates the focus of all the arousing action. I held down my donkey’s head…gripping its ears as it then licked and savored every part of my cunt…I felt I was a human feeling being and every feeling of my humanness coming alive. It was Heaven on earth; Heaven for me in a quiet, odorous barn…all the licking was sending me some place where my ears were filled, my tongue thick in my mouth, my body alive and pulsing…emotion, lust, was building in me and I released on my doggie’s tongue, wetting his long tongue with my body fluids but I needed more. The donkey licked me! Two hot tongues and my eager cunt. In all my glorious nakedness and all my body’s spend I stumbled to one of the alfalfa bales, put my housedress spread on it and leaned down, lifting my bottom for more attention…my bottom was just high enough for donkey to approach. I looked back and donkey’s beautiful cock was dangling out. I wasn’t the only one aroused. It was his turn to nuzzle me with his cold nose. He straddled the bale…his hooves on either side. I had positioned my body perfectly on the bales. My cunt was open, ready…I pulled at his mane and he stepped forward…I felt his furry chest move over my back…I reached to hold his cock…it was hot…I was hot…it was ready…I was ready and put the thick tip at my dripping cunt…rubbing it against my wet cunt lips…this was a time for that tool to taste of my charms… Donkey licked my naked back and I pulled at his long tool and he entered my body…”OH!” I cried, holding, desperately wanting more. I got more. Donkey moved into me, slowly until he was firmly in me, my cunt spreading, his cock planted, the walls of my body nurturing his length…first tentatively then more movement…a deeper thrust as nature took control of the animal, I lifted for more…both our bodies hot…my mind on fire…my body on fire and more thrusting, me lifting…I felt its length and then….”UGH!” I grunted…its length filled me. I was a body electric, my tongue thick again as I could only grunt and lift, grunt and lift. I inhaled deeply, my lungs filled with the odor of alfalfa, my body filled with the heat of animal-cock and I released, completely and released again with each stroke…I was his instrument to play…I lifted and spent and felt his cock fil me with cum, making me cum again...I was somewhere else...every part of my body and soul in utterly breathless delirium For those moments I was gone somewhere in ecstatic reverie. Time was altered and then I began to calm and cool as his cock relaxed, slipping out of me, his spend and mine oozed from me onto the bale of hay and down my legs, cooling…all along my legs to my little feet…I shivered again returning to consciousness. My doggie came in for some licking and then my donkey moved away and was licking himself down, nibbling one of the bales. Was I ready for more as the donkey cum ran down my legs? I was spread and open…I could feel my cunt lips pulsing down…I was still hot…and the doggie…he, too, needed release as he licked on my legs and…AHHH!! YES!!!…up my legs to where I was still hot…I moved down from the bale and rested on the floor…presenting myself in all my naked glory to my sweet dog's tongue…he was still licking…I looked back…his cock was hanging out and swinging but I just kneeled and waited. I didn’t wait for long as my horny, thirsty, lusty dog was ready to make a move, and did, and I was again impaled this time on a doggie cock…his cock needed me…I needed his frantic cunting and fucking and in a moment I was giving him my guttural grunts, his front legs gripping my waist, and my face buried in my hands, his thrusts pushing me against the hay on the floor the odor of which filled my lungs and turned my mind and body into another frenzy of emotional release and then complete exhaustion. I didn’t care; I was sated; my whole being completely released and relaxed; my cunt and thighs so wet and cooling my body…I was dizzy and in a daze and breathing again. I rolled on my back and looked at the roof of the barn, turning my face to see my pets licking and licking some more…I felt naughty and the thought occurred to me there wasn’t anything better in the world than “taking care” of my animals. It was our big secret and my lips were sealed. Their’s also! It was so very stunningly quiet in the barn that afternoon even though inside it had been fire and electricity…our own personal lightning…I had experienced "the little death" and then it was cool. I had been somewhere, not only in the barn, but somewhere that had filled me with sexual delights that only the gods will know. I thought of the muscled sweating workers and how would they compare to my wonderful animals…I decided to find out the first chance I got. |
One cold late fall day in New England I was relaxing after a long week of work. My girlfriend and I lived together in small secluded home. I was in my early 20’s and Crystal was in her early 30’s. We were very happy and had an amazing sex life. She was short, maybe 5’2” tall with huge 42DDD’s. Her breasts were splendid and I played with them constantly. She adored the attention. She was chubby; but looked great. Crystal had thick, curly shoulder length brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. We sat on the couch and watched TV and I lazily flipped around. She said her stomach had been upset all day and she felt began to get very nauseous. I felt bad for her because she was not one to complain. Crystal had already changed from her business attire into blue fleecy pajama pants and a grey thermal top with no bra. As you can imagine her massive chest stretched the shirt nicely and her nipples poked through the material. I asked if she was going to be sick and she said she wished she could because she wanted some relief. She tossed around on the couch and I could see she was very uncomfortable. I suggested she go to the bathroom and make herself sick and get it over with; I said she would feel better. She slowly headed up a half flight of stairs to the bathroom. She shut the door partially. It remained cracked several inches. I saw the light shinning into the hallway. Several minutes passed and I walked up to check on her. I asked from outside the door if she was okay. She answered she was, but I could tell she was crying. I pushed the door open. She was standing, but leaning over the toilet. Her blue pajama pants were wet and I asked what was wrong. She sniffled and said half crying, “ I just can’t throw up! I tried and I peed on myself. Dammit!” I rubbed her back and assured her it was ok. I said it was not a big deal and she could hop in for a nice hot shower. I pulled her pants down a little and she sniffled and helped me remove her pants. I could see a small wet spot on the bathmat she was standing on; she had drips of pee still on her inner thighs. She was now in only a tight thermal top and white low cut socks. I said to try to puke again; if you pee again it won’t matter. She leaned forward and pushed a finger down her throat. She began to gag and I rubbed her back. I noticed more pee ran down her leg and wet her socks. I felt so bad for her. She cried out in frustration, “I just want to fucking puke!” To be honest, I was very aroused. Perhaps it was how helpless she was or that she was half naked. I put my finger in her mouth and she again began to gag. A little more pee ran down her leg and a large amount of clear fluid came out of her mouth. It ran down my arm and onto her shirt. About 50% found the toilet, the rest covered us. My cock was incredibly hard and was very visible in my gym shorts. I was standing behind her and I know she felt my cock against her ass. A little bit of her pee was on my shorts. I wiped the fluid off of my hand as best I could. I asked if she felt better and she said she felt she had more to come up. She turned and faced me and I hugged her. My hard cock pressed into she shaved crotch. Clear fluid covered her shirt and now mine from our hug. Pee was on the floor; I reached down and turned on the shower. The hot stream began to fill the room and warm it quickly. The sound of the water and exhaust fan was relaxing. I hugged her again and she smiled; I told her to kneel in front of the toilet. She knelt down on the bathmat and looked at me I think expecting me to use my hand to make her vomit again; instead I pulled my rock hard fat cock out of my shorts. She looked up and me slightly confused and I said, “ use this to help you.” She took my throbbing member gently into her mouth as I stood next to the toilet. I took her by the back of her head and thrust deep into her throat. She gagged, but I held my ground. Her eyes filled with tears and her make up was in shambles. I pulled back in and out of her mouth and suddenly she began to vomit. This was not clear liquid, but whatever was upsetting her stomach. A large splash of hot puke covered my cock and ran down my balls. She quickly turned her head over the toilet as another stream shot from her mouth. A large puddle of pee formed on the mat beneath her. I was so horny. The stream from the shower made the room hot. I quickly stripped naked. I wiped most of the puke from my cock and balls. She laid bent over the toilet on her knees with her naked ass up in the air. I spit on my hand and lubed my cock. I squatted down over her and pushed my cock towards her piss soaked slit. I thrust inside of her quickly and she began to fuck back onto my pole. She moaned and cried. I reached under her and grabbed her tits as I pumped my cock deep into her like a wild animal. I could feel my cum rising in my cock. I reached up and pulled her hair. I fucked her hard and with one hand reached around to her mouth and forced two fingers to the back of her throat. She began to gag and drool, but I didn’t let up. She suddenly began to vomit again. As warm vomit erupted from her mouth and down my hand I could feel it running down my arm. When she puked her pussy clamped down hard onto my cock. I felt warm fluid all over my cock. I didn’t know if it was her pee or cum, but I didn’t care. Her clamping busy was to much for me. I grabbed both of her hips and thrust hard one last time. My right hand was coated in puke and it was now smeared across her ass and hips. My cock exploded and shot load after load of hot cum deep into her pussy. After a few seconds I pulled out of her. Some of my cum came out with a squish. I stood up and helped her to her feet. Her legs were shaking. She had puke on her face and I attempted to wipe it with my hand. It had little affect and I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back intensely. I pulled her thermal over her head. And she kicked off her socks. I opened the shower curtain and told her to hop in; I said I would be right in. When she was in the shower I quickly used our clothes to wipe the puke covered floor and toilet. The toilet was full and I flushed it with a little sigh. I stepped into the shower with her. She was smiling and her makeup still covered her cheeks and ran down her face. In truth, she looked amazing. The warm water felt amazing as we embraced and hugged. We kissed and her breasts looked to good to pass up. I put first one and then the other nipple in my mouth; kissing them back and forth. She put one foot up on the edge of the tub and my hand found her clit quickly. She moaned and her legs shook. I pushed to fingers inside of her and felt my cum from minutes earlier. My cum began to drip from her tight slit and I passed her the shower wand. She aimed it at her pussy and shuddered as the jets found her clit. She handed me back the wand and I knelt under her. Her foot still on the edge of the tub and the warm water ran down our bodies. I licked the outside of her pussy then attacked her swollen clit with my tongue. She had one hand on my head and the other on the wall. Her moaning grew louder and her legs shook violently. I thought she was going to fall. I reached around her and gently began to push one finger into her ass. That must have been to much for her because she fucked her pussy against my face and came hard! Very hard. She shook and shook and fell back against the wall. We kissed and each soaped each others bodies. She saw me growing hard bent down and sucked my cock for a minute and looked up at me with those large brown eyes. We exited the shower and dried one another. We immediately headed towards the bedroom and I whispered how badly I wanted to fuck her little ass. She smiled at me and jumped on the bed. |
You were so kind to me. I wasn’t used to that at all. Meeting strangers just sends my anxiety into overdrive but you didn’t seem to mind. You told me about stars, and the world, and pecans, and you laughed, and talked so fast. I was very enthralled even if I didn’t show it and wished very much that we were in a bed and not on the highway. That first night we were together I was so disappointed. It was my first and to this day last gangbang. But from the first time I slid down on you it was as though I found the perfect fit. (Though you being perfect for me is not information I withheld from you. Every time you had me on my back and hit that spot that made my brain fritz it was the only thing I could tell you.) And at one point you had to remind me that there were other men there. I spent the entire time longing for you to be inside when the others were. As for our subsequent encounters there are some things I wish I had told you. The pain. When we first met I was having lots of sex in all three holes. Perhaps you noticed that near the beginning you could easily just switch to anal whenever you wanted. No lube necessary. But once again you were literally perfect and I lost interest in being with others. So I got tighter and tighter. And you didn’t become any less well endowed. Eventually came the time when you tried to switch to anal and I said ow. It was so quick how you pinned me to my belly and forced your way in. It hurt but I know it must have felt good for you. It hurt. Until it didn’t. You led me from the pain into a body shaking orgasm. And when you knew that pleasure ran its course you went as deep into me as you could and kissed my forehead. Of course next time you brought lube with you because you are a kind person. But you didn’t have to. So deeply did I trust that you would lead me to pleasure that the thought of you bringing me pain aroused me all the more. I wanted you to hold my hips in your strong hands and take as much dry anal as you wanted. I wanted you to take your gratification while I whimpered in pain. Knowing that your satisfaction was contagious to me and I would join you sooner or later. In a similar gesture you refused to do anal while I was on my back. The first time we had sex without a condom we were nearing the end of our meeting. But truly feeling your perfection for the very first time? I rode you to one of the best orgasms of my life. And then you tossed me on my back and swore in my ear. I was still having those tender aftershocks which led to some squeezing. Then came the anal. I’ve never really been able to take anal very well in that position. That fact was amplified with you. It was such a sharp pain but one look at the rapture in your face stilled me. I laid there in pain listening to your deep moans. Wishing our dynamic allowed a “good girl” or an “I know” in that moment. Then the pain worsened. You were reaching your climax and drilling into my hole with a primal urge. When you pulled out to come on my mound your member was streaked in my blood. From that moment forward whenever I tried to direct you to anal in that position you’d just tell me that it wouldn’t fit. Because you were always so gentle with me in every manner. But in bed you needn’t have been. I felt the sting from that session for days afterwards. A constant reminder of the sex god who ushers me from reality into a world where only the two of us exist. And I would have felt it again and again. Happily But those instances where you stroked and excited the little masochist in me wasn’t all there was. There was pleasure. I was once again on my tummy getting the most delicious anal from you. It was one of our earlier and you were wearing a condom. But when you came? I entered a state of euphoria. Couldn’t keep my hands off of you afterwards or stop kissing you. It was more than those times when you reset my brain to the point I lost the ability to speak. This time I wanted to meld into you. After you left I realized your condom had broken. My body and mind had been rejoicing from finally receiving your seed. It took until the last time I saw you to ask you to come in me. Until then I was so jealous of every condom you came in. Wanted to grip you into me every time you pulled out. I wish I’d had the courage to be you to finish inside me every time in between. By the way I never told you how perfect I found your penis did I? The most beautiful one I’ve ever seen in my life. Loved having it in my mouth to worship. And unlike with any other man I’ve been with it didn’t matter what hole it had just finished occupying. That’s level of perfection you were gifted with. On one occasion of my praising you pushed my head lower. the instant my tongue began to circle and your moans reached my ears I didn’t want to stop. So on all of our next meetings I’d do that more than giving you a blowjob. But of course I wanted more. I wished for once it to be you on your tummy. Fantasized that for once I could give the thorough attention you deserved. I longed to bathe your backend with my tongue. And once it was soaking wet to hear your reaction to me pressing my tongue in deeper and deeper. What, lover, would your pleasure have sounded like? These are all the things I wish I had told you. But time and distance leaves me only able to utter, “I miss you.” |
MY SECRET LIFE BY WALTER VOLUME-2 Chapter IV My clap brought on a stricture, obliging me to have a bougie passed every other day to stretch the pipe often, and causing me to piss clots of gruelly blood, about an hour afterwards. I dared not fuck, but once frigged, and it brought on the inflammatory stage again. At length I got better, but with a gleet which wetted the tail of my shirt through daily; doctors advised me to get a change of air, I went to my aunt’s place in H..tf..dshire where I took cold baths, and did all I could to get myself well, — I was forbidden to touch a woman until permitted by the doctor. Touch women I did not, think of them I did eternally, and deplored the time that I was wasting. I used to look at my female cousins, and long for them; my aunt whose flabby, brown-haired, thick-lipped furrow I glanced at in my boyhood I used to think about and should not have hesitated in getting a pleasure up it, had no other cunt been ready for me. I eyed the farm-women (coarse, strong, healthy bitches) with lust that made them look beauties in my longing eyes, I was boiling over with spunk, at the closet one day my turds were hard, and hurt me; the irritation affected my ballocks, my prick stiffened rigidly, I could not piss for it, the tip looked dry, as if gleet had ceased, I merely touched the top (not frigged), and out shot my sperm as I sat on the privy seat. What a relief! but what a loss of pleasure not to have injected into some dear little cunt nicked in some smooth white bum! My prick seemed quite well, and I wanted to go into the fields to get hold of some girl doing field-work, or any woman, old or young, who had a cunt available; so I went to town to see my medical man about it. He pointed out to me how needful it was to restrain myself, I followed his advice, in two weeks was much better, and had determined to go to town to see him again about it, when I got well without him. Some years before I had seen a farm-girl whose name was Pender, a fine lass with a merry face, and lightish brown hair; she must then I suppose have been about seventeen years old. From ogling and laughing, I got to kissing, with that she was pleased enough, and often I think put herself in my way to get it; a pinch on the bum she did not resent. Thinking all safe, I one day poked her near to her notch, and she only saying, “Adun now sir, do”, my hand went up her petticoats, I struggled with her, and we both fell on the grass near a barn, when my fingers touched her cunt. She set up a yell, my fingers were stained with her monthlies (not the only time that has occured in my life), she sat for a minute crying, then walked away, leaving me in fear lest she should tell my aunt. She never did, but avoided me, and would not look me in the face. When older, I only thought of her when there, or when my memory ran back on the quims I had touched in my then short career. Having now nothing to do, but to read, and idle about, I was wandering in the farm, fields, stable, cow- houses, everywhere, and soon knew all the faces on the estate. Among them was Pender, still so named, she having then been married about a year to a man bearing her own maiden name, and was then about twenty-three years old; a tall, strapping woman, with a bum as big as a washing-tub; brown she was from working in the sun, but fucking regularly as I supposed had cleared her complexion, she was a good, comely country-woman. Our eyes met, both at the instant thought of the day when I got my fingers red up her petticoats; she curtsied, and blushed, I laughed with a baudy look I expect, and said, “Well you still here.” I spoke to her again on other days, her husband worked on the farm, and she was dairy-woman. When-ever I saw her my prick stood, and I avoided her, for fear of an erection increasing my gleet. There was hay-making, — lolling about with a book I went to look on, it was at one or two fields off from a large rick-yard which was near to the farm buildings. There was a half-made hay-stack with a ladder against it, up which without any object I went idly, and laying down went on reading. It became cloudy, the head-man calling out said, “We’ll have rain, cut off all on yer, and get the hay up into cocks, yes you, — you, — yes you too” (I did not know who he was talking to.) Men and women crossed the rick-yard, and went off in the distance, Pender was one, and was well ahead, when he called out, “You had better get the dairy-work done though.” She turned, and coming slowly back stood still a moment, then comfortably squatted, and pissed. I laying half buried in the hay was not visible to her, but seeing her piddling, raised myself, and looked. As she finished she gave her clothes that usual hitch against her cunt, looked up, and saw me, turned round quickly, went away from the yard, and then as if she had forgotten, turned round with her head hanging down, and came through the rick-yard. I slipped from the stack, and met her at the foot of it, — we were surrounded with stacks. Her face was red. “A comfortable piddle you had”, said I stopping her. “Adun sir”, said she. “A kiss, for old acquaintance”, snatching one. “I am married”, said she. “Don’t care, so much the merrier, it’s not so wet as it was, when I felt it some years ago?” “Oh! lawk don’t, I’m married.” We had moved a little, were by the hay-sack then making, a heap of hay had fallen as they had lifted it from cart to the stack. I closed with her, kissing and hugging, gave her a push, and we both tumbled into a sitting position together on the heap, she half laughing, half resisting; then kissing her, suggesting pleasure, pulling out my prick, seeing a thick pair of legs in dark stockings, big thighs, a belly, some brown hair at the bottom of it, I felt cool flesh, a wet warm split, and was on her, up her, and spent in her. I came to myself with a tingling aching sensation inside my prick, the stiffness, and spending had hurt the urethra which had been split by the bougie. I had a notion that blood must be coming, and still stiff pulled it out of her; the little lingering sperm on the tip looked all right, she had not spent, for I don’t think I could have shoved more than once before I had emitted my semen. I threw myself on her to put into her again, but she baulked me. “Oh! now for God’s sake if my husband caught us there would be murder”, but I was burning with want, it was more than two months since I had clutched a woman’s back-side, and spent up a cunt. Furiously I pulled her back, rolled over her, and fingered her; she rose spite of me, and went off. “Pray don’t come with me, we may be seen, I wouldn’t for the world we were seen coming out the rick-yard together.” A minute’s reflection made me wiser. I got upon the hay-rick again, saw men and women in the hay-field a long distance off, I called out names of one or two I knew, — no one answered, went into the farm-yard, hollowed there, no one answered, thence went into the cow-house,—there was she milking. I stood by the cows, pulled my prick out, begged her to let me do it again, talked all the baudiness I could, reminded her of when first I wetted my fingers in her red-stained cunt, lifted up the cow’s tail, swore if she did not let me I would put my prick up the cow. It was funny to see a woman whose cunt was full of sperm pulling vigorously at a cow’s teats, whilst a man with his prick exposed was holding up a cow’s tail, showing its cacked arse, and not too clean cunt. What absurdity will not a lewd man do? “I must get this done, I am frightened, we shall be seen, we shall be caught”, said she. I dropped on my knees, and as she went on milking, put my fingers up her petticoats, the slit was wet with my leavings. I pulled her face towards me to kiss, whilst she kept tugging at the cow’s teats. When the cow was dry she took the pail across the yard to the dairy, emptied it, and came back, looking in all directions, called out some name, but all were at the hay-making, heavy drops of rain were falling. “Come to the stable”, said I, and laying hold of her pulled her in that direction. I partly coaxed, partly pulled her, she looked uneasily round the farm-yard, and we entered the cow-shed. At one end of it was a cart-horse stable, close to that a large barn. With arm round her I led her towards the barn, there was straw and hay there; but in the stable in the first empty stall was a heap of fresh straw. I pushed her down on to it, the next instant I was fucking her, and what a fuck! I shall recollect it to the last day of my life, it was delicious. It was two months since I had had a woman; here was a stout, fat-arsed, hard-fleshed, healthy country woman; rough, dirty with work, but whose thighs were white, and whose cunt was a clipper, who was randy, had every capability of giving a man delight. No highly fed woman clad in silks and satins, could have ministered to me as she did, as replying to my thrusts her cunt sucked my prick up her, and we spent together. I raised myself up without uncunting; the straw rustling and crushing under us, too excited to lay still, after I had spent. She lay in quiet enjoyment, till putting down one hand to feel round our bellies, I roused her, then she wriggled, and out slipped my cock. “I must get up, for God’s sake let me.” We got up. I don’t suppose that more than twenty minutes had passed between my first, and my second poke, still my prick remained stiff. She went quickly to the cow-shed, put down the milking-stool, sat down and began again tugging at a cow’s teats, I again standing by her side with my privates hanging outside my trowsers. I wanted to see her limbs, to feel her breasts. The idea of her cunt squeezing out its moisture on to her chemise as she sat on the stool, the desire to see every part of her, that irresistible want to see all, feel all, and satisfy every sense which springs up in the mind of a man when a woman has satisfied his voluptuousness for the first time overcame me. She tugged at the teats. “Oh! go, pray do, — I won’t, — you shant, — ye’ve done me over. — oh! if you are seen here what will be said? — don’t now get a poor woman into trouble, the milking must be done, if it’s not what shall I say?” and tug, tug, went both hands milking. Said I, No one would come back until they had raked up the hay out of harm from the rain. She knew better. “Yes they will if they are kept late, some one will go to the Hall for beer, and they come back through the rick-yard for cans; go away for God’s sake.” I went back to the rick-yard, and saw a man coming as she had said, did not know which way to make off, but the hay-stacks helped me, and I dodged up to the Hall; it was about three minutes only from the farm-yard, and led to it by a lovely shady walk. Female servants only were in the house, even my aunt and cousins had gone to the hay-meadow; soon a man emerged from the Hall with two huge cans in his hands : it was Pender’s husband. He went off with them filled I suppose. I walked across the lawn and pleasure-gardens which the fields surrounded, saw him in the distance, then made my way to the cow-house again. “He’s gone.” “I have been so frightened”, said she, — but did not say it was her husband. She was still at the cows teats. I would not be repulsed, nearly upset a pail of milk, and swore I would have her again. She refused, prayed me, then promised she would, if I would let her take the milk into the dairy. Permitting it, she stayed a few minutes, then out she came, looked all round, again called out a name before entering the stable. The next minute we were on the straw, my hand between her thighs. “You have washed your cunt”, said I. “I did it in the dairy”, said she. I had a grope, tickled her clitoris, got my mouth on to her belly, my lips outside her cunt, we fucked, and again she went to her cow’s teats. All this was in broad day-light, although evening was coming on. She finished milking. “I ought to go to the hay”, said she; but I would not let her, held her back, and swore if she went I would follow her. “What have I done?” said she, “I must be mad.” Then she took as was her custom, milk up to the Hall, I awaited her return, looking at my cock from which to my delight, all signs of gleet had gone. For some time I had had mostly gay women, this was a return to old times. It was pleasant to have a fuck on the sly, with a woman who showed real pleasure, who shivered with delight, and grasped me like a vice. Besides there was the stinging element of adultery. I laughed to myself at the idea of her husband’s prick going up where I had been three times; my prick began to stiffen, and then droop, then rise again. I felt sure that, at the feel of her quim I should be all right. “If I can once get it up her, once feel her cunt-lips closing round it, get a good clip round her buttocks, I am sure I can fuck her again before they come back from the hay-field”, thought I gently frigging my cock, and looking through a crack in the door. She came back. I went at her in the cow-house; the only immediate fear now was that a servant might come from the Hall. To make the story short, I got her into the barn, where the light was less; and she let me do more as I liked. I had a look at a thick brown-haired motte, a belly, and a pair of white round thighs a duchess might have been proud of, I kissed her cunt, and fumbling about from her navel to her arse-hole, fucking her with a long lingering fuck which left us both silent, and enervated. My cock lingered up her as I lay quiet, squeezing my belly up to hers, my lips still against her rosy mouth, and said, “You will have a boy this day nine months.” And she did have a boy that day nine months. A second time that prophecy had come true alas! With a kiss we parted; men were returning from the fields. I got to the Hall. At dinner my aunt said, “Walter you should have given us help, all should help hay-making, when rain comes on; but you are too lazy; what have you been doing?” “Dear aunt, I have been reading steadily ever since.” Said she, “How fond of reading you are for a young man of your age; how you can like to be so much alone, as you have been lately I cannot imagine, it would be better if you took more exercise.” She did not know the condition my cock had been in. And my mother was delighted at my being in the country, thinking I was getting steadier, and away from bad company. To be Continued ------------------------- Notes; 1. During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers. 2. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was first published in 1888, My Secret Life, by "Walter", is the memoir of a gentleman. 3. The book My Secret Life has been authored by "Walter". The identity of "Walter" is unknown. so the Original Authors are long dead or unknown. 4. My Secret Life, by "Walter", is the memoir of a gentleman describing the author's sexual development and experiences in Victorian England. It was first published in a private edition of eleven volumes, at the expense of the author, including an imperfect index, which appeared over seven years beginning around 1888. 5. The work in having 11 Volumes containing a total of 184 chapters apart from the Introduction & Preface. 6 All characters be read as of more than age of 18 years. 7. My sincere apologies to the author of the Novel and readers for editing, or modifying the underage content, if any, to make it suitable for publishing in Modern times. |
LETTER XIV While Fred and I were lounging in the delightful shade on the terrace, a neighboring young gentleman, a connection of the family, called to ascertain the particulars of the marriage day. Seeing Fred, he came up to us and stated his errand, and so he and Fred went off to consult with Mamma. I saw dear Louisa looking out from an upper balcony of the house, apparently intensely gazing at some object in the distance. I called to her and she turned for an instant, shaking her hand at me, as much as to say, be quiet a moment, and immediately renewed her earnest gaze. In a minute, she seemed quite satisfied with her inspection, turned, smiled, and called to me to remain where I was, and she would join me. This she did almost as soon as she could come downstairs. She was bonneted and shawled. She took my arm and said, 'Come along, my dear Harry, and I will give you some fun.' So off we tripped into the woods, which, coming down close to the house from the hills, had charming walks laid out in them, and sundry comfortable summer-houses at pleasant viewpoints. As soon as we were fairly within the woods, the dear girl told me with a winning chuckle that she had marked down her game. 'And, pray, what is it?' 'Well, my dear Harry, I knew you would never rest when once you had penetrated the mystery of our family until you were in possession of all of us. So now I want to put my sister Sophie into your arms. Don't be so profuse with your thanks, I have got my own object in this as well as obliging you. I will tell you at once what it is because, between you and me, my darling Harry, there must be no reserve, but the most open and fullest confidence. Well, then, I know both you and Fred would naturally want to renew the delicious proceedings of last night, and so should I too, but that I have taken a momentary caprice for Mamma's dear, handsome and vigorous young page, and I mean to have him sleep with me tonight. Papa, too, intends to come early in the morning, for he likes to have the pleasure of seeing all my charms by daylight, and will rather prefer finding William with me than otherwise, as he is very fond of having him or being had by him when with me, his greatest enjoyment being the double pleasure, either receiving or giving it. Now, the object I have at present is to put Sophie into your arms, with a view to both you and Fred passing the night with her, so as to leave me to my own little game.' I laughingly assured her that she might always rely upon my seconding every caprice she might have, even without the charming alternative she was about to procure me. 'But where are we going? And how will toiling up this hill leads to the result you desire? Sophie is not likely to be here.' Ah, that is just it. You saw how intently I was watching something from the balcony. Well, I was accidentally looking in this direction when I caught sight of something fluttering through the woods. I felt sure it was a woman's dress, and also that, whoever it was, she was following this path. I knew that a little further on she would come into fuller sight, which sure enough she did, and then I discovered it was Sophie with Papa. Now, I knew from Papa himself this morning, that she had been complaining of his deserting her much of late. So I at once imagined the reason and object of their being in the woods. I only continued watching to make certain of the summer-house to which they were going. And now I am sure of my game. They have betaken themselves to the most convenient of the huts for our purpose because I know how we can approach it so as to command a view of the interior without any chance of being observed by the occupied actors within, although we shall not be near enough to hear their conversation. Now Papa is certain to leave Sophie to repose a while after he has finished. As soon as he disappears, and is well down the hill, I shall go in, gamahuche the dear girl, and prepare her for your appearance. I know your lecherous delight in having her fresh from the incestuous arms of her father, and nothing will give me greater pleasure than to assist in your fucking. You may be quite sure there will be no squeamish refusal on Sophie's part.' As we approached the hut, Louisa left the beaten track, and we scrambled up some broken ground well overgrown with underwood until we completely overlooked the hut immediately below us. Then we silently and quietly crawled lower down through the dense thicket, until Lou, who preceded me, put her hand behind her to draw my attention; here she silently opened a peephole through the bushes, from whence we completely commanded the interior of the hut. It was furnished with a low couch on which Sophie's body was extended. Her father was already mounted and in full operation, and as they lay side-ways to us, and Sophie's legs were thrown completely over his back, her bottom and cunt were in full view, with Papa's prick in active operation within. He had thrown off his coat, waistcoat, and trousers. Sophie's legs had wrinkled up his shirt, and we could see his fine manly prick vigorously thrusting and withdrawing, while Sophie was evidently enjoying it to the utmost, and responding with as rapid and vigorous a movement of her arse, all the more powerfully from the advantage, the leverage of her legs on her father's loins gave her. It was altogether a most charming and exciting picture, doubled in interest from the close ties of the relationship existing between them. I grew rampageous at the sight, and being behind Louisa, canted her petticoats up, and introduced my hard, quivering pego into her glowing and equally excited cunt. Passing my hands in front, I frigged her clitoris in unison with my movements in her deliciously moist cunt, for the dear, randy girl had already spent at the exciting scene below us; but ever ready, as the libidinous nature of her salacious passions prompted, she again died away with me when the ecstatic moment seized me. It was well for us that the incestuous creatures below were so busy with their own affairs, or they must have heard the loud scuffle we made at the exquisite crisis of our fuck. Papa was not so rapidly affected as our more violent lust had caused us to be, so that he was still at work when we had spent. Keeping within the delicious sheath which enclosed my tool, and enjoying the lovely pressures and interior cunt suctions for which dear Louisa is so wonderfully distinguished, I gazed over her shoulder and witnessed Papa and his beautiful daughter bring their present efforts to a close. We saw by the increased rapidity of his thrusts that the crisis was approaching. Sophie, too, redoubled her action, and they died away with a scream of delight as the agony of pleasure came over them. Their bodies closed as if about to form but one, when that loving parent poured his torrent of sperm into the gaping and longing cunt of his youngest and most beautiful daughter. They continued for some time palpitating in all the satisfaction of their lust. Then Papa withdrew, and stooping, glued his lips to that beauteous young, rosy cunt, and greedily licked up the rich mixed sperm that was oozing from its inner recesses. He continued for some time luxuriating in the rich treat his beloved daughter's cunt was affording him, until he again made her spend, this time directly into his mouth. It had evidently produced the desired result, for he rose from his position, and showed a standing prick, but yet not as stiff as he could wish. Placing himself before Sophie, it was evident he had told her to suck it into the desired consistency, for she raised herself onto her bottom and took it into her mouth. We saw her hand steal round to his arse and insert a finger into his bottom-hole. These proceedings quickly brought him up to scratch. Sophie knelt on the couch, and he then took up a kneeling position behind her, canted her petticoats over her head, and first gliding his prick into her moist and yielding cunt to wet its whole length, then applying its point to the charming, rosy opening of her bottom, began entering within it. This was evidently not so easy a task as with dear Louisa, as we could see by the writhings of poor Sophie's body, and her occasionally holding him back with her hand to prevent his too violent entrance, but at last, it was completely inserted. His two hands clasped her hips and held the dear creature's arse closely pressed against his belly for some seconds. Then slowly drawing his cock backward until nearly out, he as slowly drove it home again, drawing, at the same time, her arse to him with his brawny arms. For some minutes he continued these delicious slow, movements, which we could see were now delighting Sophie. We saw her hand steal down to her cunt, and by its rapid movements, she was evidently frigging herself in unison with the paternal movements above. The wild lubricity of Louisa got so excited with this that she begged me in a whisper to fuck on. I did so, frigging her clitoris the while, and she almost immediately spent profusely. I paused at this opportunity, wishing to keep myself for the other work I should shortly be called upon to do, but was obliged to give the ardent girl another fuck, in which, fortunately for me, her extreme lubricity made her spend so quickly that I avoided doing the same. Papa spent with apparent agony of joy, and after soaking for some time, withdrew and resumed his habillement. Sophie had thrown herself again on the couch in all the satisfaction the good fucking her father had given her, for we found it was the second fuck that we had first seen. Before leaving her he lifted up her petticoats and gave her delectable young cunt a loving kiss and then left her. We watched him out of sight, and then quietly scrambled down to the level of the hut. Louisa entered first, telling me in a whisper to keep hidden until she called me. She was some time before she did this; the salacious girl had got astride of Sophie, and reversing her position the two sisters satisfied their respective excited feelings by a mutual gamahuche. It was not until this was accomplished that she told Sophie that her old lover Harry Hargrave was waiting in a state of great excitement outside to take the place of Papa, of whose previous operations he had been a delighted witness. Sophie was somewhat surprised, but being assured by her sister that there could be no betrayal on my part, the warm, passionate girl jumped at the idea of a fresh prick fucking her wildly excited young cunt, more especially as dear Louisa had already informed her that Fred and I had passed the previous night with her and that I was a master of my weapon. So I was called and instantly made my appearance. Approaching dear Sophie, who still lay extended on the couch, I first gave her a warm embrace and thrust my tongue into her mouth, while with one hand I was drawing up her petticoats, but dear Louisa anticipated me; so, after giving her delicious young cunt a good feel, I stooped and sucked her cunt lips and clitoris till she spent, then quickly taking off coat, waistcoat and trousers, I threw myself upon her, and was into her tight young cunt up to the hilt in an instant. And at it we both went at once at such a pace as rapidly to produce the ecstatic end, especially as that dear good Lou was sucking one of Sophie's titties, while she acted postilion with a finger up my bottom-hole. Being now somewhat less excited, I arose after a few minutes' soaking. I took a long and loving survey of all her young charms, which possessed the extreme freshness and firmness of youth. Her buttocks were beautifully shaped, and though not so magnificently developed as those of Louisa, were hard and smooth as ivory and almost defied pinching. I deferred further inspection until night-time, for dear Lou had already introduced the subject of Fred and me passing the night with her, under the pretense that as now only two nights would elapse before her marriage, Papa wanted to make the most of them. Sophie made no bones about it but was delighted at the chance, especially, as she flatteringly added, when dear Mr. Hargrave was to be of the party. His late effort had given her far too much satisfaction not to wish to possess him again as soon as possible. Of course, I could only reply in one way to so flattering a compliment, namely, by proving it was deserved and showing my prick in a perfectly fit state to do so. 'Stop a minute,' said Louisa, 'I must come in for my share of the feast. We have not any more time than the fuck you are both so ready for, as we must return to the house to be ready to meet Tom. Mamma and Fred have gone with the carriage to meet him at Rouen, and bring him home.' We had almost forgotten this, and dear Louisa was right. So she made Sophie get up, and she lay down herself in her place with her head towards the end of the couch. Sophie then mounted her and presented her bottom to me. That dear, lubricious Lou told me to take possession of Sophie's bottom-hole this time, while she would frig her clitoris and postilion me, she herself being gamahuched by Sophie. She would also have the pleasure of having the whole operation before her eyes. 'The will of the woman is the will of God,' says the proverb, and she had her way. I plunged as usual for a shove or two in the delightful young cunt, and being well-moistened gently glided into her tight, throbbing, heated arsehole. As it had been stretched and lubricated by the previous incestuous fucking of her fond parent, I had less difficulty in penetrating, and as she showed no symptoms of suffering we at once proceeded to the joyful business. Her young bottom-hole, from its internal heat and tightness, was more like a boy's arsehole than that of the female sex in general. This, added to the titillating effects of Lou's additional aid, made for one of the most delicious fucks imaginable. We all three spent together and remained for some time swimming in all the blissful sensations following such satisfaction as our lubricity and lust had just enjoyed. After which we readjusted ourselves and returned to the house. On our road, through the woods, Louisa begged us to favor her and Tom after dinner, so that they might slip away. She was afraid, if she did not take the edge off his appetite, he might try to find her bedroom at night, which must be avoided, and she could not think of a better plan. Care had already been taken to put him in a distant part of the house. He arrived just before dinner, looking remarkably handsome. Being already dressed, I showed him up to his room and remained with him. He was in ecstasies at seeing Lou so beautiful and begged me to favor his fucking her after dinner, for he would never be able to hold out if he did not have her that evening. He said that one night, gazing on the photograph of her legs and bosom, his weapon throbbed so fiercely that to diminish it, he took the cool pillow and lay astride of it. However, when he did so, he could not resist looking at the picture, and pressing harder and harder with a wild and unknown pleasure that, at last, he fell asleep and dreamed that Louisa was squeezing him down with the beautiful calves of her legs. Then he awoke in a kind of rapture and found himself involuntarily moving up and down upon the pillow which he suddenly wetted with his warm fluid, which rushed out with an almost painful sensation from his excited errect instrument. Harry ---- Notes; 1. During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers. 2. The Original Authors of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous. 3. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was first published in 1874, of a sexually omnivorous photographer on the prowl in Paris (probably the first such book). 4. The letters were written by a friend, Mr. Harry from Paris. Harry Hargrove, photographer. Young, beautiful women come to Harry's studio to have their portrait taken, but while there, one thing leads to another, and randy Harry's life becomes one big Parisian orgy. Before internet porn, before porn videos, before porn movies, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read pornographic books and magazines. Victorian and Edwardian England had its own adult entertainment industry - countless erotic novels were put out by shady publishers, some books were printed by the authors themselves, and most of the writers were anonymous. Many of these 19th-century books are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite offensive to modern-day readers - in more ways than one. The anonymously written "Letters from a Friend in Paris" was first published in 1874. This novel in the form of letters is a great example of classic Victorian erotica. Continued... |
New Jock Tales---Sophomore Year—Pt 5--Youth Gone Wild Summer had finally arrived. Not a moment too soon—I was going nuts. I finished up my Sophomore year, mostly uneventful. Although we did win the state championship, mostly cause of me, it went unrecognized, like someone else had done it. Seniors—seniors---seniors. Like the rest of the team wasn't even there. It was fucking with my head, and began more and more diving into the world of male prostitution and drugs, and less mowing yards, and football. I still worked out a lot—had to keep those abs while I still could, and I was gradually thickening up the chest, and broadening the shoulders. I had an awesome 'V', still just 28” in the waist, but 40” chest now. Most everything else was still pretty close to the same. Doing the annual 'measure up', on my 17th birthday, I was still right at 6'. A bit more muscles though, I now weighed 165. I worked the abs super hard—wanted to keep that 8 pac, and they were now nearly 1/4” deep. Fuck—I looked like an alligator, lol. Dick was still at 9” on a full boner, but a bit thicker and more veiny. My big mushroom head seemed also to be flaring out more, and constantly oozing fuck juice. Started getting a 'hairline' across my upper lip. Sexy as fuck, I thought. Beard was coming out as well, But I kept it trimmed down to that 'fine line' trim like the Mexican bois started, maybe a ¼ inch wide. Didn't care for the bushy Grizzly Adams look at all. Overall, I had more of that bad boi look that turned me on. Time to get some more ink. It was a rare event that dad came home one day about mid May. Sitting around the dinner table (how many months had it been) Dad and Dustin were bickering about something, and Dustin let out a 'fuck it'. Mom liked to have passed out. Dad jumped straight up from the table, exclaiming “what did you say”? Dustin repeated himself, “I said fuck it—why”? Dad proclaimed that it was time for an ass beating, to which Dustin relied “what the fuck dad, Matthew says fuck it all the time---seeing how he was pressing Dad's buttons, said 'fuck it' as many times as he could. Dad still standing, yanks the belt. I went into terror mode—Dustin was still way too little for that bullet belt dad wore all the time. I had flashbacks of my own days of welt's raising up on my back—b l e e d I n g. I grab dad by the arm, and beg “dad---dad--chill. You let him worked you up dad—lemme handle Dustin”. It took a few moments for dad to calm down, but I guess he decided it was best not to start hitting on lil bro the way he had done me at that age. I was quit a bit older now, and bigger, and would not have been afraid to go one on one with the ole man to protect my lil bro. I didn't have much to do with him these day's, but fuck I still loved him deep down, and no one was gonna fuck with him—especially dad. Mom finally emerges from the bedroom, and starts getting ready for work. Dad is the first to leave, and I tell them both I would take care of Dustin. I walked dad out, and put my face into his ear. “Im gonna say this one time dad. The first time I see you grabbin ur dick and looking at my lil bro at the same time—Im gonna kill ur ass, right there”. Dad paused at the doorway, just staring me down for a few secs. He went on, I guess deciding whether to believe me, or he was just short on time. Mom quickly followed, and I stood at the window of the living room to watch her drive off. I waited until she rounded the corner, then turned to walk back to the kitchen. Dustin is still sitting at the table, scrapping up the last remnants of gravy from his plate. I walk right up to him, and grabbing him by the throat, yank him up from his chair. I slam him against the wall, and with teeth gritting, and my best low throaty voice, “You try to out me again lil bro, and I will END your punk lil ass”. I yank him towards me, then slam him again into the wall, this time the back of his head hitting it pretty hard. He starts shaking, and I slam him again, and yelling now “You got me lil shit”? Dustin manages to let out a yes while still shaking from fear. I let him go and tell him to clean up the kitchen, and load the dishwasher. He was plenty old enough now to start learning some shit around the house. I grab a beer from the fridge, and tell him when he gets done to come down to my room. As I get there myself, I lite up a joint, and suck down the whole thing. I strip out of my jeans, and plop down on the bed. Dustin appeared in a few minutes, along with a big glass of chocolate milk. He was cute—still that little b o y innocent look. But after the next couple of hours, he wouldn't be. I was already fantasizing how my huge load would look splashed all over his face. He was so fuckin cute---not a pimple on it. His hair was pulled down over his forehead, just to his eyes—and that big white smile. Damm, my dick was getting hard :) Dustin is staring me down the whole time, amazed Im sure, at my hairyness and thick low hanging dick, all the while slowly sucking on his chocolate milk. I Start playing with my balls, then rubbing my fingers up and down my shaft. After it starts to 'fill out' a bit, I then grab my dick with my fist, and rub my thumb across my piss slit, coaxing my juices out. I order Dustin to come and lay down beside me on the bed. He does so nervously, and I reach over and grab his arm. “You see how I was playing with my dick”? He nods up and down, then I command him “Now you do it”. Dustin grabs my dick, still shaking, and begins a slow up and down stroking of my thick veiny meat. I kick back now, raising my arms up over my head, and lock my fingers back behind my head. “That's right lil bro—just like that. You been jackin ur dick”? Dustin nods his head up and down, and I grin at him. Guess you just don't have to teach a dude that—it just comes to ya :) I close my eyes, and just relax into the moment. Dustin's tight little fist feels awesome stroking up my big jock dick. It looked so cool fisting my thick shaft, barely big enough to wrap all the way around it. My hands were big enough now to palm a b-ball. He had started to get a few hairs in his pits, and that ripe stink of puberty. After a while, I lean up a bit, and looking him in the eyes, I reach down and grab his dick. Pretty impressive, and fully boned up, I figure he's about 7”. I had seen earlier he was developing a nice bush around his dick as well. Like his big bro—had some pretty big feet for his age as well, about a 10 I think. Staring him down, I then utter in a low raspy voice, “suck me”. Dustin's face lights up, and he drops his jaw. “Whut”? “Don't play coy wit me—get it in ur mouth—now”. Dustin shakes his head back and forth, so I reach up and grab him by his hair. Giving it a hard squeeze, I pull his head down towards my throbbing cock. Letting go of his hair, but quickly grabbing his throat, I squeeze it hard, and just command, “open”. Dustin finally complies, with fear in his face, and I push about half my meat into his mouth. He starts bucking back instantly, but I hold fast on the back of his neck, and just restate--”Suck it”. Still resisting, I bring my right leg up and wrap it around his shoulders, putting him in a 'lockdown'. I slap him across his face, then yell at him, “SUCK IT”. As tears start flowing down his face, and panting like a puppy, Dustin finally complies, and begins sucking up and down my raging shaft. I smirk a bit at his instant talent, getting about half way down before coming back up. Still holding on to the back of his neck, I push him down a bit harder—I wanted to see just what he could take before he choked up. I get about 6” of my thick veiny dick into his throat before he bucks back, then I just say “Ya—that's good lil bro—ur a fuckin natural---just keep doin it—you just keep worshiping my big jock meat”. There wasn't much in the way of emotion here—just raw lust. I was gonna fuck my lil bro—and fuck him good. Break um in fast and hard :) In spite of my forcing my lil bro to suck my dick, I notice him grabbing his dick, and giving it a hard squeeze. I grin to myself thinking---ya, little fuckin whore—he fuckin loves his big bro's cock. Soon I sit up, and shove Dustin off me with my big ass size 12 jock foot. “Loose the shorts” I snarl at him, between my teeth. I reach in the nite stand, and fish out the bottle of lube, and another joint. I toss the bottle at him, and tell him to squirt it out on my dick, then get back to jackin it. I light up the joint, and give it a good hard pull, totally filling my lungs. I grab him by the hair again (bet he gets a haircut soon, LMAO), and twisting his head around towards me, grab his throat again. I squeeze his throat till he opens his mouth, then planting my mouth on his, blow the smoke into him. “Hold ur breath—don't let it out till you turn blue—and keep jackin my fuckin dick---squeeze it real hard on the head”. This of course made the fuck juice start oozing out like a waterfall, mixing now with the lube, making my thick fuck stick all slippery---ready now to claim it's prize. As he finally blows the smoke from his mouth, and coughs a few times, I order Dustin to put his head down at the foot of the bed, and lay out on his belly. “Now spread out ur arms and legs, like a frog”. Oh gawd—those perfect little mounds of hairless, hard boi ass almost made me nut just looking at them. I position my knees to just inside his smooth silky thighs, then reach back for a pillow. With my right arm I reach around his belly and lift him up, then place the pillow under him, right at his dick. Forcing his legs wider, and grabbing his small palm sized buns, I lean forward and spit out a mix of my spit and snot, right into his tite little pink hole. Damm—he even got a few hairs around his hole already. In just over a month he will be 14—I couldn't wait to see how he explodes in his growth. “Ur a teenager now lil bro—time to bust that cherry”. “Whut” was all he said, and as I position my head at his hole, and flash an evil grin, and mutter, “This is what happens when you betray ur big bro”. I enter his unbelievable super tite boi hole, stretching him to the max with my huge mushroom head, and in one deliberate push, plunge all nine inches into my lil bro's guts. Dustin lets out a scream like a rabid Banshee. Fisting the sheets above his head, he tightens up his whole body like he had just been electrocuted. “AHHHHHHHHH fuck Matthew—AHHHHHHHHH---Stop---please stop”. I just ignore him, and pulling back, plunge again my whole throbbing nine inches of thick jock meat into my lil bro's guts. Continuing, I thrust in and out of Dustin's hole, holding him down between his shoulder blades. This was by far the tightest hole I ever fucked ! I knew it wasn't going to last long—just too much pressure on my dickhead. In just a couple more minutes, with Dustin still screaming at the top of his lungs, I grab him by the waist, and yank him up towards me. With four final super hard thrusts, I fall forward, landing on top of him, full weight. Clenching my eyes shut—I volly. Nut------nut-----nut----nut---I counted 9 nuts, filling his ass to the brim. Dustin is shaking so violently now it was like a vibrator on my dick, and suddenly I blast three more nuts into lil bro's ass. I think I was panting harder now than him. Finally I come up off my lil bro. I had come so hard that I was dizzy. I raised up my right arm, and came crashing down my my lil bro's ass, slapping him so hard it instantly turned red. I just grinned—I was in full evil mode. Sticking my middle finger into his hole, I pull out, and grabbing Dustin by the hair again, direct my finger to his mouth. “Suck it”. Completely exhausted now, Dustin does as told, with no resistance, and sucks my junk from the finger. “Now swallow it” I demanded still in my low raspy voice. Still trembling, Dustin takes a big gulp, and swallows me down. Grabbing his ankles, I spin him around back onto his back. Sitting on top of his thighs, I lean right into his face. I grab his still boned up dick, and fisting it began to jerk him with a hard squeeze. “NOW---you will jack me whenever I want. You will suck my dick whenever I want. You will lick my nasty hairy ass hole whenever I want. You will swallow my load whenever I tell you too. You will drink my stinkin jock piss whenever I tell you. I will fuck ur ass whenever I want. Ur now my lil punk. Forever”. Dustin blows 7 shots of jizz all over his belly, flopping around like a fish just pulled from the water. Oh hell ya----he likes it. |
Evening of 23 April 2008 11:30, Lu Yuqiao aged 19 lured the victim Qinmou aged 47 to a hotel room for supposed sex, then quietly notify He Zhikun aged 25, her boyfriend and accomplice to come to the hotel. Pretending to be her husband He Zhikun attempted to extort Qinmou. When the victim refused to give into their demands, He Zhikun beat the victim while Lu yuqiao got a towel over his face, He Zhikun subsequently took a knife from Lu Yuqiao and stabbed the victim to death. On April 29 2008, the two accused in Libo County, Guizhou Province, was arrested and brought to justice. Liuzhou Intermediate People's Court pronounced its verdict, the two were guilty of intentional homicide, the defendant Lu Yuqiao (female) was sentenced to death. He Zhikun also received the death sentence and was carried out a week later. Lu yuqiao would try to appeal her death sentence. A few weeks later Yuqiao’s mouth closed over my penis and the sensation made it go erect immediately. Opening my eyes I make direct eye contact with this beautiful you woman whose sucking my dick. She only sucked one other dick before mine, but these few weeks her skill in dick sucking has dramatically improved. Her mouth moved up and down my poll with grace and ease, her teeth never touching my penis. This is our typical session for that last few weeks, being her lawyer I was allowed 4 hours every other day to meet with my client in private. Yuqiao was 19 years old and coming from a rural village with little to no wealth, but this was a fight for her life. When I saw her on the news I thought she was a pretty girl, doing some research into the case I was able to find her interrogation video. I was turned on watching her sitting there with her hands cuffed in front of her, her breasts bulging under a tight yellow shirt. I had to have this woman before that body is gone to waste. I immediately went to the detention center where she is confined. Identifying as her lawyer I was able to see her. Offering to help her with an appeal while she would pay me with her body, be my personal whore during the legal proceedings. She reluctantly accepted and I would enjoy her every other day during our private meetings. Yuqiao was young and beautiful, even without make up her natural beauty made my pulse quicken. Her long hair falls to her waist, her skin was flawlessly white and smooth, her breasts were very perky standing a proud 38C, and her pussy was very wet and tight. Yuqiao only had 1 boyfriend before and he was executed a few weeks earlier, so now I am the only living man to enjoy her young body. My penis feels the cool air it exited her warm mouth. She knew the routine and sat on my lap facing me, her legs wrapped around my waste as she guided my erect member into her pussy. She was wet as usual as she moved her hips grinding on my dick as she moved up and down my shaft. Yuqiao moaned as she pushed my face into her breasts and rubbed her magnificent breasts all over my face. After a while of this I picked her up and moved over to the table and sat her on top of the table. With her legs still wrapped around me I pumped her on the table. I could feel her pussy spasm white she covered her mouth to keep from screaming out. Liquid dripped out of her pussy as I kept my pace. She never experience an orgasm with her ex, but I was grateful for her convulsing pussy because that always drove me to the edge and I pumped my cum inside her warm pussy. We would hold each other for a while before my deflated penis would slip out of her pussy. When I got off the table there would always be a liquid mess pooling under her pussy, I loved it and took many pics of her laying in the mess we made. After cleaning up each other and getting half dressed we would discuss her case. When there’s about thirty minute remaining I would either fuck her again or have her suck me until I cum in her mouth. Then I would leave and she would go back to her cell. The weeks have been good and towards the end she told me that her period was late, since we never used condoms she could very well be pregnant. But I knew the truth, she would never be able to carry my child because her fate had been sealed. Her medical test came back a positive tissue match for a government official in need of a organ transplant. I knew this going in to see her, I would only have a few weeks to enjoy her before the official will be ready for the transplant in which time Yuqiao would be executed. The notice finally arrived at my office and I left for the detention center. The color left Yuqiao’s face as I read the rejection letter from the people’s justice burea on her death sentence appeal. Putting down the piece of paper that has sealed her fate, I moved to hug her. Yuqiao almost collapsed completely into me and I held her close. I tried my best to comfort her but my words could do little to stop her sobbing. Her execution is scheduled for the following morning, I told her I had made special arrangement if she wanted to see her parents before. Yuqiao refused, her parents had disowned her after her crimes came to light. She asked if I would stay with her until the end and I told her of course I will. I told her, these couple of weeks were the most wonderful time in my life and I was in love with her. I told her I wanted to marry her, but of course all that were lies. But I honestly wanted to comfort her in her final moments, after all she has pleased me. To my surprise she told me she love me too and would marry me. Obviously having not prepared a ring I pulled a piece of threat from my dress shirt and tied it on her ring finger to represent a wedding ring. Since her immediate execution was tomorrow I had special dispensation to bring her family members to visit her. Since she had no other family coming I put my name in the system to accompany her. We had the rest of the day and night in a special room reserved for those who are about to be executed. We had complete privacy to ourselves and we began to celebrate our marriage by fucking loudly for the first time. Her moans and screams probably traveled up and down the halls around us. After feeling her orgasm wet my crouch for the 2nd time I moved her to switch positions, Yuqiao got on all fours but instead my feeling my erect penis sliding into her pussy she felt a probe on her anus. She immediately started to protest, but I convinced her to allow me by saying as her husband I should be able enjoy all aspect of my wife. Yuqiao’s smile and was willing to be a good wife. She let out a yelp as my dick entered her rear slowly. Her pussy juice provided the lubricant and slowly I began to pick up the pace. Yuqiao let out a series of grunts and moans, whether out of pleasure of pain I would never know as before long I filled her ass with my cum. Collapsing on her, we rolled into a spooning position on the carpet. We laid there laughing about finally not needing to sneak around and wondered if we turned any of the guards on by her loud moans. The afternoon went by quickly as we continued to enjoy each other body while resting in between. Dinner time rolled by and a female guard delivered Yuqiao’s final supper. The guard was in her twenties and upon entering the room her faced turned bright red. Yuqiao had tried to cover up her naked body with the blanked only for me to yank it away. I wanted everyone to know I was fucking this beautiful woman. The guard tried to avert her eyes from our nakedness as I brazenly stroked Yuqiao’s breast and caressed her pussy with my other hand. The young woman quickly placed the food on the table, muttering something about shower at 9 pm and breakfast at 6 am she rushed out the door. When the lock clicked into place Yuqiao turned around and punched my shoulder, I saw that her face was blushed as well. Somehow this turned me on again, I pushed her down on her back and guided my erect penis into her still wet pussy. Thinking about making these girls blush as I drilled in and out of Yuqiao’s tight pussy I came so fast. After dinner, we sat on the couch naked and cuddled. I was stroking her breasts when she told me that she was sorry she could not bare me any children. She said she will carry the child in her belly to the next world and she will wait for me there. I didn’t know what to say really, luckily I didn’t have to say anything as she began to kiss me passionately again. Afterward she went down and began to massage my balls with her tongue. As her tongue started their ascend to my penis she was surprised it came to life. I had drank a natural aphrodisiac earlier and knows I can go quite a few times tonight. But she didn’t know and was impressed by my vigor and told me her ex could not go more than twice in one night and this was our fifth fuck. She began to blow me in earnest. She rode me cowgirl first, her marvelous tits bouncing. I reach up grabbing two handful of young perky breasts. Her nipples were hard and the firm feel made me harder. Next she was on all fours and I pumped her from behind, I began to slap her ass and they marble skin turned red. She yelped every time I slapped her but never told me to stop. Finally drilling into her pussy missionary I watched her tits sway up and down and the aftershock of my thrusting causing her entire body to shutter. She began to talk dirty to me, boosting my ego by saying she finally had a real man inside her or that she wanted all my love juice in her. Orgasm after orgasm I felt wash over my dick before finally I came inside her. She declined to shower as she wanted to keep every drop inside her and the smell of our lovemaking will accompany to the end. We fucked all night only sleeping for a few hours between our intense fuck sessions. Morning came as I was fucking her doggy style, Yuqiao was bumping her butt back into my cock and turning her head with a devilish smile as our passionate love making reached a crescendo. Then a guard came in with her breakfast and execution clothing. We ignored her and kept fucking. The guard placed the food on the table and cloth on the chair before walking towards the door. But the sound of our orgasm made the guard pause. As I looked at the guard I noticed a very curious look on her face. I don’t think she has ever been fucked like I was fucking Yuqiao. Yuqiao reached over arching her back and kissed me passionately while I cupped her breasts with both hands. The guard had to snap herself out of it and left the room. I put my clothe on while Yuqiao got dressed in a white over all that seem more like a hospital gown than a prison uniform. She was not allowed to wear any undergarments, I guess it makes harvesting her organs easier. I accompanied her as she ate her breakfast, she didn’t have much appetite and barely ate. Around 8 am guards came in and prepared her for execution. They tied her hands behind her back and her legs together. Yuqiao sat on a girl all tied up, she was told that she could video tape her last words to be given to her family and she had 15 min to prepare. The guards left the room again. Yuqiao and I were alone again, I expected her to cry and I was about to comfort her when she looked at me told me to unzip my pants. Surprised I pulled my dick out and I asked how are we going to do anything with you all tied up. Answering my question she got on her knees and engulfed my penis and began to suck rigorously, it didn’t take long for me to cum with that kind of warm friction. She got up and smiled at me saying nothing while I was catching my breath from the intense orgasm. Soon the guards came back with a camera but Yuqiao declined to make a video she only walked up to me and kissed me one last time and told me to remember her. I tasted my own cum on her mouth and must have reacted, because she smiled knowing what I tasted and opened her mouth revealing that she was holding my cum in her mouth. They led her out of the room and I followed them all the way outside and watched the guards lead her on to a police van and drove away. The prisoner was Yuqiao, a young woman 19 years of age. She sat tied up for execution in the middle sit of the police van. She thought she was being transported to the execution grounds where she would be executed by single shot to the head. Yuqiao complained that the AC was too cold due to the fact she had no underwear or braw on. The guard next to her told her she won’t be uncomfortable for much longer. Then Yuqiao let out a surprised scream which turned into a gurgle and a cord looped around her throat and began to strangle her from behind. She tried to kick but the guard next to her pushed down on her legs. Yuqiao couldn’t breathe, her lungs burned and her struggled with all her strength. Her gown had shifted due to her thrashing revealing her vaginal region to the guard holding her legs. He admired her young pussy and noticed the many streaks of white semen stains on her thigh and round her vagina. Her struggles became weaker and weaker as her tongue stuck out of her mouth and soon urine starts to flow out of her vagina and on to the car seat. The guard ran his hands up her legs and massage her pussy as her movement became more erratic. He stopped holding her down all together as he saw her urinate herself and ran his hands up her gown to caress her breasts. But he couldn’t enjoy her body for long so he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her pretty face and stuck his tongue in her mouth above her protruding tongue. The taste was not what he expected as it was very salty, he didn’t know he was tasting her husband’s cum that she was holding in her mouth, he didn’t have time to think about it much as they were fast approaching their destination. Not long after Yuqiao expired the van pulled into the basement of a unmarked building. Her body was put on a gurney and transported into a clean room where her organs were harvested. Before the process can began they needed to test her blood one more time to be sure of compatibility, the result showed that her hormone levels has increased indicating this woman was in the early stages of pregnancy. The operating doctor remarked that someone was fucking this woman during these past few month, at least her pussy was well used. Since the pregnancy does not affect organ harvest the doctor began the process. After the operation her body was stitched back up and transported to a morgue for processing, by now it’s deep into the night. The morgue attendant was looking forward to receiving a organ harvested young woman. His friend, a guard on the transport team told him about how beautiful she was. He knew her body would be whole as organ harvest would mean she was not shot in the head and heart there for ruining her body. After setting her on the morgue table he unwraps the plastic wrap revealing a naked and dead Yuqiiao. Her complexion has become grey and rigor has began to set in. But she was still a beautiful sight to behold, beside the linear scar from her chest to above her crouch area she was still the young and slim woman from the morning. The attendant noticed the cum stains that remain on her thighs, not surprising since organ harvest ignored that region. At least you were well fucked before the end thought the attendant as he ran his finger into her pussy. The smell of cum and urine was potent which only turned the attendant on further. He climbed onto the table and applied lubricant to his dick before plunging into Yuqiao dead body. Her pussy was cold now but still very tight, the lubricant gave some feeling of warmth and also made the penetration easier. The attendant sucked on her tits and noted that her nipples were hard and erect. Apparently this is normal in strangled victims thought the attendant as he continued to enjoy her breasts. He pumped Yuqiao with hard rod and he moved his face to hers. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth and he sucked on it tasting a little bit of salt, little did he know it was semen from Yuqiao’s last act with her husband. The attendant kept pumping and he licked all over her face, neck and body. He can feel pressure building and he grabbed her tits and squeezed hard. Feeling their firms he blasted into her pussy filling her cold vaginal walls with warm cum. The attendant layed on top of Yuqiao for some time before recovering and climbing off her. He then looked at the paperwork and read that her lawyer had paid for her body to be returned to him unprocessed for funeral. That made his job easier as he didn’t even need to clean up after himself. Rewraping her body up he finished the paper work of transfer and put Yuqiao’s used body into the freezer, they will notify the lawyer in the morning. The paper took sometime but eventually I was able to receive Yuqiao’s body wrapped in plastic. I had to borrow a van to transport her body in an ice box 4 hours to my house in my home town. My brother helped me carry the ice box inside the house. I had told him that I wanted to bury Yuqiao here as she is now part of our family by briefly being my wife. My brother left the house to me so I could have some final moments with her. Yuqiao had been dead for a little over a day but is still very fresh due to the refrigeration. Bringing her cold body into the bathroom I turned on the hot water in the bathtub. As the water filled up I admired her cold form. She was still so beautiful even with the chalk grey skin and her tongue sticking out of her mouth with her eyes bulging. Her last moments must have been a struggle, but I was thankful for strangulation versus a bullet that was destroy her face. I saw her semen stained thighs and smiled, moving closer I took in the lingering aroma of our love juices around her crouch area. When the water was full I placed her body into the bathtub. I was sad to see the evidence of our last day and night together get washed away in the tub, but I am preparing of our last time together. When the water became warm I pull the drain and refiled the tub with hot water. After several times she thawed and after draining the tub I took her temperature by placing a temperature into her vagina. Once her vagina reached room temperature I took her out of the tub and dried her off before placing her on the bed. With some lubricant our last love session will be in a private bedroom. Her body was stiff as I penetrated her pussy, the lubricant helped greatly and I feel her once warm and soft pussy is now rigged, but at least she is still very tight. Her breasts no longer flattened out and moved only a little as I pumped her, but they were still lovely and I sucked on them. I imagined her eye stare is one out of surprise at our last time together and not out of the fear and anxiety of being strangled. Suddenly I shot my load into her dead pussy. I laid on top of her for a long time before getting the strength to fuck her again. I came two more times before getting up and showering. Afterward I wiped the semen leaking from her pussy onto the bed sheets with my hand and smeared it all over her tongue and mouth. She was going to take much of me to her final resting place. When my brother returned in the evening I had already wrapped Yuqiao in fine linen. We carried her to the back of village and placed her in a hole my brother had dug while I was filling Yuqiao with cum. We placed her in the grave and after saying a few words we buried her in the grave with my cum still inside her for eternity. I had a head stone made for her later and would visit her when I return to my home village. Yuqiao went from a young woman alone being taken advantaged of by more powerful men, to a beloved wife buried behind her husband’s ancestral home. Maybe it’s fate. |
Are ancient gods really dumb, or am I really smart? So that Babylonian artifact I found in my dad’s garage is now my keychain, and I just need to put a hand in my pocket to get anything I want. The little stone dude went from holding up three fingers, to two, to one, and now he’s permanently holding up all three again and forever because he fell for the oldest trick in the book. There are rules to this thing, but you can experiment and find the loopholes all you want once you’ve wished for a million wishes. The first thing I found out is that you can’t force someone to do something they don’t want. Before I wished for unlimited wishes, my first wish was to get a titfuck blowjob from Ellie Ryan, the hottest girl in school and also the biggest nerd if you can believe it; that girl’s breast size and grades were on opposite ends of the alphabet. But it didn’t work. I saw her flinch like a nasty thought had popped into her head only to get shaken out. She walked away instead of dropping to her knees the way I hoped. Honestly, she should have taken my offer then; her pretty little mouth had a much bigger cock to deal with the day I figured it out. So how did I get Ellie’s big tits and pink lips around my cock in the end? I told you: loopholes. I can’t make her want to blow me, but I can warp reality around her and make her think she wants to blow me. In Ellie’s case, I wished for oral sex to be on the school's official curriculum, then I wished I was her tutor. I knew she’d work her mouth off every evening for that perfect grade. You seem confused. I’ll give you another example. I was at a restaurant the other day, and I wanted to see the waitress’ tits. She looked like she was packing some huge knockers under that buttoned-up shirt, but I couldn’t just wish for her to whip them out. Damn Babylonians keep trying to cock-block me with their free-will bullshit. So I had to do something like this: I wish this was a topless restaurant. What happened next was hilarious: the waitresses, thankfully all young and pretty enough, were looking at each other embarrassed like, ‘oh no, I forgot to take my shirt and bra off to work at this topless restaurant that I willingly applied and interviewed for’. I wasn’t making them strip, but they were stripping because they thought they agreed to this and didn’t want to be fired. And my reward for this clever workaround were a truly magnificent pair of torpedo tips out in public, probably for the first time. My gift to the world! I didn’t wish for an eye that can spot great boobs under so many layers; that’s a natural talent. Then obviously, after seeing how juicy my waitress’ boobs were, I wanted to wring them out like wet sponges, right? But I always have to keep in mind that a girl won’t magically let me do that just because she works at a topless restaurant. Thankfully: unlimited wishes. I wish that your meal at this topless restaurant is free if the waitress doesn't let you massage her breasts. “Excuse me sir, did you enjoy your meal?” She said, essentially presenting her breasts for me to play with. She was smiling, but in her eyes, I saw she was carrying the weight of a million bad life choices, racking her brain to find out what kind of financial trouble had driven her to work minimum wage in such an awful place. But, hey, it’s none of my business; I’m just a regular customer. I didn’t want to get her in trouble by not following this restaurant’s reasonable rules, so I got to work wrecking these titties, squeezing them as hard as I could, twisting them, and flicking them up to watch them bounce back down. You can get tired of sports cars and first-row season tickets, but you never get tired of making girls squirm by digging your fingers in their chest meat. By then I was super horny, understandably, and I promised myself I wouldn’t leave without fucking the ass of the little blonde girl who took me to my table. That peach was out of this world and begging to get destroyed in those thin black leggings that allowed for some jiggle when she walked. The whole time I was following her, I pictured how tight and warm my cock would be ballsdeep in that tail. Damn. Took a lot of self-restraint not to grab a handful right then and there, but I’m not some sex maniac; I can wait for the right time. I watched the girl with the butt dreams are made of greet new customers while on the verge of tears and with a menu covering her newly bared chest. You could read on her face that being a girl with no tits at a topless restaurant was extra humiliating. Like she was hired as a joke. Well... Mira (that’s what her nametag said), don’t worry, I got your back (although your back won’t thank me): I wish Mira the hostess had tits the size of watermelons. You should have seen her, trying to hold up her new puppies like she left the store with way too many groceries. Her skinny frame was not made for such massive tits; she has no idea what to do with them, but she must have thought that’s the way it always was. Working at a topless restaurant suddenly made a lot of sense. I wish that at this topless restaurant, the only accepted currency is anal sex. Easy enough. I whipped my cock out before it got fully hard; it can get stuck otherwise. Mira had a reaction I’m very familiar with. Her eyes grew wide, and she had to let one of her massive titties slip out of her arms to cover her mouth. “Um... I think I need to speak to my manager,” she said, trying to weasel out of cashier duty. Tsk. Tsk. “Oh, don’t worry, I get this a lot,” which was true so far. “I just spoke to your manager, and he said that my penis is legal tender, and you’re not allowed to turn it away because of its size.” That part was a lie. I don’t always need wishes to smooth things over with the ladies. I had watched those round cheeks jiggle in those black leggings for half an hour, and they did not disappoint my fingers when I dug into Mira's pants for a deep squeeze. After much exploration, I confirmed she had an elegant solution to not showing panty lines. Dirty girl. “Aren’t you going to bend over?” I told her once I was ready for some real action. I think she would have preferred to be groped all fucking day if it kept the biggest dick she could ever imagine out of her anus. “Right, s-sorry.” She turned around and peeled the tight spandex over her mouth-watering bum. At least she had a table to place her heavy burden on. Those boobs swallowed the plate and cutlery like a landslide. “Is this your first time taking a cock in your ass,” I asked her, rubbing my cock between her buttcheeks like I wanted to saw it in half. It also helped give her a sense of the size difference between my cock and her bubbly ass; I could feel her pounding heartbeat through my chest when I leaned against her back. “Yes... we used to accept credit and debit... I think.” “Ah, times change. Just try to relax otherwise this is going to be very painful,” I said. Again, very true. Her heart started beating even faster as the tip of my cock caught the anal opening on one of the sawing motions, and I could tell she was trying to loosen up. Still would be a tight fit, though, like a Pringles can through the finger hole of a bowling ball. I snuck a hand in my pocket and muttered something under my breath: I wish my cock was an inch thicker and two inches longer. What? You think I was overdoing it? Look, it doesn’t matter if your meat is like three pornstar cocks taped together; when you get used to it, you always wish it could be a little bigger. The difference is that I can wish it bigger, and do... almost every week. I wasn’t trying to tear the poor girl apart, so I started real slow, smearing precum around the rim, even spat on my shaft a few times to give it a chance. Mira’s face was buried in a cushion of her own tits, her moaning a magnet for glances from everyone at the restaurant. There was some confusion among the clientele as to how anal payments worked so I was showing them how it was done. The blonde girl made a wet squeal when her anus finally swallowed the tip of my sizeable dong. It was fighting back with tightness, but nothing was going to get it out while I was fully hard. I took a good grip on her waist, adjusted my stance, and sunk my battering ram deeper. I don’t do things half-assed, and I don’t half-fuck asses. My goal, once I get them warmed up, is always to slam them balls deep as rough as I would in a pussy. Mira was squirming, and her rectum was like tons of little hands squeezing the whole length of my shaft. She was drooling all over her own titties as I picked up the pace. I slammed my crotch on that soft flesh cushion like a kid jumping in a bouncy castle for an eternity before the transaction was approved in liquid white gold currency. “There’s so much...” She wasn’t talking about my cock this time. I might have sorta wished to cum literal buckets at some point. I often forget that one until I realize I’ve been cumming for five minutes straight. Before I pulled out, I wished that waitresses would consider any anal leakage as their tip. Next thing I know, mine is on her knees, waiting to put her lips on Mira’s broken asshole. Her tits looked small next to Mira’s monsters. I left her a sizeable tip. She had to slurp it fast because there was a line of people behind me with their cocks out, ready to pay. No, I didn’t undo any of my wishes before leaving. Even with a million wishes, I hate to be wasteful. The restaurant will go out of business soon anyway since creampied asses are not a sustainable revenue model. No doubt Mira will find another job that takes advantage of her new assets. Maybe I’ll see her again one day working at a strip club. I shit on Babylonians a lot, but they know how to make a sweet pair of impossibly big tits. |
My name is Jessica I’m in my early teens slightly flat chested bit chubby around the edges have shoulder length brown hair and the pretty brown eyes to match I’m in the middle of high school and i feel more alone than ever I’m not popular i have a friend here and there never really had a boyfriend i only had a friend with benefits that never really went anywhere past the point of touching my boobs. Ok got that out of the way so being in a small town i don’t really have a lot of people around my age to interact with apart from the ones i know or the ones that know me but treat me like i don’t exist but the weird thing is i see a lot of older people, I’m talking like people in their 20's older guys and they seem to know how to hold a committed relationship and people always say the older you are the more you know whenever i walked around town i just look at them and think being an adult must be so much more exciting than being a teenager, later on today while i was in computer class i waited till the teacher was away and began to search for porn videos containing young teens with older men obviously i could only find videos with people as young as 18 but that was good enough i guess i did find a range of videos on this porn site i decided to play one luckily for me i was sitting in the very back corner alone, i plugged in my earphones so i wouldn’t get heard as the video played it was very standard porn basic sex cumming inside her done but the part of the video that was so hot for me that the guy was at least 20 something years older than her i kept watching more and more as the videos were playing I guided my hand down to my pants and began rubbing my pussy over my cotton panties i was pretty much in another world i had to shut of the video and get back to work i don’t know how crazy i would’ve gotten but one thing i knew for sure i needed to start talking to new people and getting this experience and i need to find a way to contact them. Once the weekend arrived i went to my local library to use the Wi-Fi cause my parents are to shit for Wi-Fi, i arrived and connected my phone and began to search on the net for chatrooms , apps whatever i could find i came across an online chat site i made a profile and called myself BabyDoll uploaded a picture of me in my swimming bikini as my profile pic and set my age to 18 i made my way through the chat site there were chatrooms for specific fetishes and towns , some of the fetishes I’ve never even heard of scat , incest , femdom , pov ect i didn’t know what any of them meant but i want to focus on the town specified chatrooms i scrolled through and found a chatroom for people in my town i signed up and found so many member’s i messaged a fair amount of older men and women not saying anything fancy just that I’m new here and looking to try new things with new people. I need the adult attention luckily me being a girl i had a lot of thirsty guys to choose from but right now it was just first in best dressed for me and the guy that could meetup with me the soonest his name was DaddyJoe he 34 and had a picture of his cock as his profile picture, his cock was clean uncut and shaven must of looked about 9 inches i had no idea what he looked like but he sounded nice we chatted for a while... DaddyJoe: Hey there Dolly you have a beautiful little body there BabyDoll: Hi you have a nice doodle DaddyJoe: i bet you would love to have it inside your tight wet pussy BabyDoll: maybe i do he he would u teach me how to take it I’m a complete virgin DaddyJoe: I’m sure i can do that I’m free tomorrow if you wanna meetup and fuck BabyDoll: I’d love to but i just got to let u in on a secret im actually 16 please don’t be mad at me i won’t tell anyone DaddyJoe: mmm i do love a younger girl but you have to promise me to keep it between us BabyDoll: I promise ;) DaddyJoe: i will get us a hotel it will be more discreet I’ll send you the address what time? BabyDoll: i get dropped off at school at 8am and can sneak out around half past DaddyJoe: perfect I’ll see you then Later tonight in bed i just couldn’t get to sleep i just kept on imagining what it’s going to be like and how naughty this is going to be i was feeling a mixture of emotions excitement, fear and horny definitely horny. After what seemed like a lifetime of waiting the next morning officially arrived i awoke to the sound of my alarm clock going off for me to get ready for school i pretty much leaped out of bed like the opening to American Dad that how happy i was to be going to "school" , my school clothes were ready for me to wear as always i also managed to raid mum’s makeup cabinet while she was asleep to dolly myself up nothing to fancy bit of dark eye shadow not too much around the eyes foundation here and there enough to look slutty with a dash of innocent. Mum finally dropped me of at school as soon as she left i went to the toilet block to wait out for the bell for rollcall once the bell rung i waited just an extra 2 minutes to give people time to get to their classrooms finally the coast was clear i snuck out of school grounds and made my way down one of the side streets near my school, on my way out i got a text from DaddyJoe telling me the address it was a few blocks away and in a pretty quiet part of town i guess that’s what he meant by being discreet. I found my way to the hotel i was out the front his room was at the back of the hotel complex i walked to the door and took a deep breath and knocked . I was greeted by a slightly fit guy not to mention very handsome for a guy of his age he greeted me with a smile and invited me in i got more and more nervous as i walked into his room he seemed nice he introduced himself as John and shook my little hand he offered me a glass of wine he told me it helps with the nervousness I’ve only ever had sips of cider before never really had anything as pure in alcohol as wine but today was going to be a day of firsts for me so i took him up on his offer. After a few swallows later i became more and more relaxed and my nerves began to recede but still a tad nervous we did chat for a while asking what we enjoyed what kind of porn we watched just getting really social with me while at the same time looking each other up and down. John came closer to me and put his hand on my thigh and massaged it gently this made my heart skip a beat at his touch i still continued to drink as he moved his hand up and down closer to my pussy his hand was now under my skirt bushing against the edges of my panties he looked into my eyes as his hand brushed over my cotton panties his finger pressed harder on my clit and dragged his finger down my slit my panties were soaked and i was getting very turned on i knew what was going to happen next i needed more alcohol in me i reached out for the glass of wine and skulled it in one big gulp and laid down ready for John to do whatever he wants to me. John reached around the waist band of my school skirt and pulled it down along with my panties exposing my wet hairless little cunt he began to massage my wet clit you could see the drips of my juices run down his finger as he pushed his finger inside my pussy, my pussy began to puddle the deeper his finger went i was enjoying this feeling until he reached a barrier in my pussy or what i was taught "the hymen" John withdrew from my pussy then moved his tongue up and down my slit and flickered over my clit sending me into waves of little tingles inside me making me shake i couldn’t help but grip his head firmly and smush his face into my cunt it was driving me insane i feel like like my pussy was going to flip inside out my breath got shorter and shorter and my pussy spasmed splashing Johns face in what i thought was pee but then realised for the first time in my life i squirted John went back to lick all the wetness from my pussy making me tingle with every lick. I had to recover from that intense orgasm as much as i wanted to go further i needed to drink and let my pussy cool of John returned up to me and poured me more wine i drank it like water gasping for air i looked up at him and told him how good it felt like I’ve made myself cum from fingering myself but never came this hard from my finger and this all happened from a man’s tongue. John came up next to me and asked me if I’d like to make him cum the way he made me cum i was eager to play more all i could do was nod my head and reach into his boxers to grab something big and hard my little hand just managed to grip it all the way around i had no idea how I’m going to fit something this big inside me. I began to run my hand up and down Johns shaft slowly being a little tease but John wasn’t a patient man i gathered as i felt his hand on the back of my head gently pushing my mouth towards his cock i opened my little mouth to swallow the head of his cock i sucked it like a lollypop at first then moved my mouth deeper down his shaft my little mouth was full of cock after going down 4 inches’ i could feel the head of his cock pushing the back of my throat he kept pushing till a few more gulps his cock was pushing into my throat hole i swear it felt like he was going to hit my tonsils, John lunged out of my throat his cock was glistening wet with my saliva John looked up at me I went on to his cock and took it back down my throat going all the way up and down jerking his cock while sucked hard on the head of his cock pumping it hard and fast flickering my tongue over the pee hole John began to yell out I’m going to cum he withdrew his cock and held my mouth open he furiously jerked of in front of me until shots of cum came flying out of his cock into my mouth all over my lips and chest i swallowed all that was shot in my mouth the cum felt warm and gooey as it travelled down my throat followed by a salty after taste i licked what cum remained on my lips and massaged the cum on my chest into my boobs. John looked very surprised at what i was doing with his cum i guess as far as first timers go i was a quick learner that and i read that guys love it when girls play with cum in the most kinky ways. I laid back down on the bed with john as we both recuperated from our intense orgasms we drank the rest of the wine as we sat their panting like crazy by this moment i was really buzzed i could see Johns cock rising under the covers looks like round 2 was on its way i pointed at his hard cock showing him he is hard again he then asked me what i wanna do next at this moment i didn’t know what to do i did tell him i want to do everything within limits i just told John to surprise me, John gave me a smirk and led me of the bed and bent me over he ran his fingers over my back gently while lightly scraping the tender parts of my back with his nails i quite enjoyed this the small amounts of pain was making my pussy drip i guess this got John's attention as he spent more time scratching me this time he scraped harder and went from the tip of my spine to my asscheeks "Don’t Stop!" i yelled I rubbed my clit as he dug his nails into my back i felt his hand slap my ass hard making a moan escape my mouth then again his hand went harder across my ass cheeks the pain was really turning me on "fuck me fuck me" i yelled i wanted to be fucked hard i wanted the pain to evolve, John positioned his cock at my pussy the head of his cock slid inside me my body shuddered as my virgin pussy stretched he suggested we go slow as its my first time but that’s the thing its my first time i want my first time to be brutal and painful not slow and steady i wanted it to happen this way i told him to go for it John withdrew his cock and ran it up and down the folds of my pussy lips lubricating my pussy with his precum i tooka deep breath and felt his cock lunge into me piercing my hymen pushing as deep as his large cock could go i felt my pussy tear i could feel blood dripping down my legs i felt like there was a roll of salami inside me the pain was crazy but the feelings it was giving me was amazing i could feel John struggle to move in and out of me my pussy was that tight around his cock my pussy eventually gave way and gave him more room and lubrication to pump my little my pussy he wasn’t holding back he was pumping into me like a jackhammer my screams were to loud even for me i grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved my face into it muffling my screams. Johns cock expanded in my pussy letting out a giant blast of cum overflowing my pussy forcefully pushing him out the rest of his cum dripped all over my ass there was so much as i raised myself higher a river of cum poured out of me all over the floor. The river of cum inside me began to reseed and managed to keep a good amount of it inside me, John suggested that we prepare my ass for his cock considering its a lot tighter and closed in than my pussy , i laid back on the bed and exposed my asshole to John he rubbed my asshole lightly then with his other finger he pushed deep into my cum filled cunt and started digging his cum out and adding it to his other finger using it as lube to slide his fingers i could feel my asshole clench around his fingers as he slid them inside my ass one by one until he got to his thumb that took a major shot of pain inside me but still bearable he continued fingering my ass as if his fingering my pussy hard and fast the feeling was getting less painful and more pleasurable as i felt my asshole open up more to his adult sized fingers i took my own fingers to my clit and rubbed it hard screaming "finger my ass daddy" i honestly don’t know why i said daddy but it made me feel more slutty and it seemed like john liked it to when he started ramming both my asshole and my pussy with his fingers but he was going hard he loved being called daddy so i yelled at him "daddy'' "daddy" "daddy" we were both enjoying the feeling of both my holes being fully pleasured next minute i heard a slight vibrating noise at first i thought John had a vibrator stashed around here somewhere i then realised what time it was and it was my mum calling me i answered quickly "where are you school was out 5 minutes ago" my mum blabbed at me i really wanted to be fucked in the ass but was short on time i had to come up with some excuse i went back to the phone and tried working my mouth to come up with an excuse but then John comes sits next to me and works his hand on my clit causing my voice to sound more out of out of breath i did everything in my power not to moan while talking to my mother mum noticed my breathing and asked me where i was and then the excuse came to me i explained to mum that my last school period was a free period so i went jogging at the oval around the block i told her i will be there in 20 minutes thankfully she bought it and i got of the hook i got of the phone and planted a firm kiss right on Johns lips and took his cock in my hand i told him i have to go in 20 minutes John looked disappointed i turned his head to mine and told him "lets get this big dick in my ass" John smiled I took Johns cock to the back of my throat just to add that extra saliva on his cock and bent over and guided his cock to my asshole John was definitely taking his time i was worried we wouldn’t have enough time i pushed into john a bit more taking the head of his cock into my ass then that hit the very top of my pain barrier i bit down on my lip as hard as possible i egged him on to keep going John pushed deeper into my ass i shuddered as inch by inch went into my ass my lip was bleeding from my teeth sinking into it John was fully inside my ass I could feel the head of his cock breaching my colon if he pushed any further he would be fucking my stomach he slowly plunged into me fucking me slow and steady i looked at my phone and saw i only have just over 10 minutes left i told him we need to hurry i gripped both sides of the bed and buried my face in the pillow and wriggled my ass to signal him to fuck my ass hard Johns cock went all the way back out of my ass just so the tip is inside me then BANG deep inside me again he continued ripping into my ass harder than he was in my pussy i clenched at the bed as his cock fills my rectum my mouth was full of pillow at this stage his cock was so big compared to being in my pussy i felt a massive sigh of relief as i head something warm and hot splashing up against my colon now that was the most pleasurable part about anal the dick in my ass hurt like a bitch but having the cum inside my ass was worth the pain, as John removed his cock my asshole morphed back closing me up keeping his warm cum fully inside me. I had only minutes to clean up i felt bad having to ditch him so quick I’m so glad he understood i gave him a kiss and told him ill message him online. Once my mum picked me up i felt like a different person i spent the whole night in my room tasting myself and thinking about the fun i just experienced i still had cum leaking out of all three of my holes i was definitely pleasured out all 3 of my freshly fucked holes were aching from the intense pounding they all took. Over the next few days while i was waiting for my holes to heal i went back to that online site interacting with more people lucky for me there were millions of horny guys keen for a root i knew i would have no trouble in the future if i ever need a quick screw. I want to try something more exciting so I came across a few women’s profiles sadly there wasn’t much of a variety of women on the site just full of thirsty men there were about 4 women on that i was looking at , i was always straight but going through their profiles seeing their naked bodies and sexy poses kinda made me tingle downstairs. Three out of four women on the site were into girls and guys so i decided to go ahead and message them after a few minutes of waiting i got 3 responses i told each of them the same thing "I’m not really 18 and looking to experiment with older people i recently just got my ass mouth and pussy fucked by an older guy from this site but now im curious about trying things with women hopefully somebody can point me in the right direction" One girl who was 24 told me to fuck off, another woman her name was MaggieCakes who was 53 responded with a kind message asking me how i am and that I’m a naughty girl doing what im doing and that she likes it followed by a bunch of flirty emoji’s she was really tech savvy for her age. The other woman was quite the opposite to the other woman who replied to me her name was SexySuzzy and she was 22 she was more attractive than the other woman but had less of a welcoming vibe as all she said back to my message i decided to peruse with the 22-year-old as she seems to reply a lot more quicker we covered a lot in our time of talking we learned she lives by herself and only lives near the local library she then went to ask me to come over and I did have a couple hours left at the library till my mum had to pick me up so i thought why not at least this way i can get pleasured and give my insides a time to recuperate. SexySuzzy told me to lookout for a woman with long straight light brown hair wearing track pants and a yellow jumper i told her that i was wearing a black crop top and baggy shorts and told her to meet me near the geography section of the library the geography section was pretty big like a maze so we would have a little fun trying to find each other. Time went by i trotted around the geography section excited and nervous waiting to find this woman i turned a corner and found her she was more attractive in person i was staring at her ass in those pants it was making my pussy drip at the thought of me spanking that ass , she came in eye contact with me and kind of gave me a look to follow her. i followed the woman through the library to the carpark and got in the car there was nothing but silence for the first 5 minutes the attractive woman broke the silence "nervous huh" she questioned i was actually really nervous to be honest i never thought id see myself having sex with a girl ever i was fine with the guy because i was attracted to guys but this is different. She introduced herself as Laura and told me she’s only been with a couple girls herself but never with one as young as me so she was a bit nervous to then followed by placing her hand on my thigh i remember when John did this it made me feel all tingly down there i leaned back and parted my legs a little bit being more relaxed i felt Laura move up closer to my panties but not actually touching it she was teasing me and she knew i knew just by the laboured breathing coming out of my mouth she continued to go up and down sometimes taking a little of swipe of my pantie covered pussy with her little finger i felt my panties get damp at her slight touches the next touch turned into a poke and she poked me right in the g spot this flipped a switch in my mind and my hand immediately went to grab Laura's boob Laura gasped at my touch unexpectedly having to pull over to the side of the road i thought "oh shit" i pissed her of she looked at me with fierceness and brought my face to hers and deeply made out with me she was a way better kisser than John her tongue danced with my tongue her lips locking over my lower lip i could feel her breath inside my mouth as she passionately made out with me. A car started driving behind us Laura broke our sloppy kiss seeing the saliva drip from our mouths as her lips moved away she wiped the corners of her mouth and started driving the rest of the way home like nothing ever happened she didn’t even say a word for the rest of the trip. My pussy tingled a bit more as Laura drove us into her driveway we got up and i followed her to her front door still nothing but silence. I found myself on Laura’s couch sitting waiting nervously for her to make the first move I could still taste the flavour of her kiss on my lips each time I think about it it made my pussy drip more I had to be careful what way I position my legs one small shake and my juices would seep through my undies and drip out of me. Laura was sitting on the couch opposite me staring at me her legs were shaking her lips were smacking together as her eyes looked me up and down I would love to be a fly on the walls of her mind to see what was going on in that pretty head of hers. Laura made her way to me and held her hand out to me and told me to follow her I followed her down her hallway and into her bedroom she shut the door behind us and locked the door and there we were face to face staring into each others eyes my hands shakingly met her hands Laura took control of our locked hands and began to raise my shirt of as I did the same with hers our hands broke way and began to explore each others bodies my hands slid across her stomach up around her back over her shoulder blades down to her bra strap unclipping and reviling her massive boobs almost smashing into my chest my hands ran all over her boobs gripping them firmly Laura groaned softly at my squeezing she gripped my chin and brought my lips to hers moving her hands to my cheeks pushing me onto her bed making out with me I felt her tongue parting my lips again Laura mounted my abdomen dry humping me and removing my bra she stamped her hands on my boobs, my boobs weren’t as big as hers but big enough to be roughly gripped. Laura humped as I felt her hands press into my boobs feeling her thumb tickle my nipples then moving to suck on my neck I could feel her teeth stick in my first thought was “oh my god the pain” the pain got me so wet it felt like I peed myself my moans were stretched out thin as I felt the warmness of her breath on my neck and her teeth nibbling on my neck bones and collar bone. Laura moved down further between my legs tugging my pants and undies down exposing a very wet recently pounded teen pussy Laura looked up at me and gave a very hungry looking evil look towards me and proceeded to take my clit between her lips then managed to cover my entire pussy with her mouth her warm breath spread all over my pussy feeling her tongue wash all over my pussy like a hurricane licking up all my juices. Next minute Laura parted my pussy lips with two fingers and slowly finger fucked my pussy while still having my clit in her mouth she was hitting my little tingle spot with the vibrations coming from her lips moving like a vibrator I moaned quite louder than a girl like me should but she definitely knew what she was doing down there she broke the kiss between her and my throbbing pussy “it takes a girl to know what a girl like” Laura smiled at me she tucked a finger inside me pushing me back towards her stack of pillows then withdrawing her finger and sliding that finger in my mouth she asked me if I liked it I moaned in agreement she kept turning me on with her words telling me how good I taste and telling me that im tasting my own cunt while continuing rubbing my clit. My moans were getting more crazy as Laura continually put my fast paced pressure on my clit I bit my lower lip as I felt my orgasm break through me I sweated and panted and pushed out a river of cum that travelled all the way down Laura’s throat Laura withdrew herself from my flushed pussy and told me to open my mouth I excitedly opened my mouth Laura moved her lips closer to my mouth and poured what was left of my cum into my mouth it was so thick and creamy not to mention salty with a slight hint of sweetness Laura still had a few more drops in her mouth I had to have more I urged her to come closer and openly kissed her swiping all my cum from her mouth into my mine using my tongue to scoop around every nook and cranny of her mouth to savour all of my juices. As I laid on Laura’s bed panting Laura had other ideas she was red in the face sweating and there was a giant wet patch on her track pants eating a teen girls pussy and tasting her juices must of really made her cum hard or drench beyond relief, Laura moved over to me wiping her hand over my clit swiping my juices and licking her hand while she sat next to me she told me how sweet and amazing my pussy was she loves teen pussy. After 3 minutes of intense making out Laura whispered in my ear asking if I want to know what she tastes like I rubbed her moist pants covered pussy I nodded my head getting turned on by the touch of her pussy. Laura stood up on her bed and slowly pulled down her track pants exposing her drenched laced panties then slowly and sensually pulled them down to her ankles filling the room with a sweaty salty odour throughout the room I closed my eyes to savour the smell of another woman’s pussy the smell was a lot more stronger than mine it took no time filling my nose and dampening my pussy. I opened my eyes to Laura’s pussy staring at me the clit itself was beautiful I could see it hanging much lower then mine in between her pussy lips glistening with the shiny texture of her juices dripping down she had a light amount of hair around her pussy mound neatly trimmed Laura reached into her pussy with one Finger digging at her pussy and flopping her clit up and own causing more drips from her pussy hit my stomach Laura gently guided my finger inside her the feeling was warm, wet and gooey she moved my finger in and out of her I added another finger inside her and started raming my fingers inside her faster she moved more over my head so I could catch the drops of her pussy juices in my mouth as they drip from her clit from my furious finger fucking. Laura bucked at my fingers moaning jerking her body till I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and coated my fingers in a warm liquid she yelled at me to taste my fingers to taste her cum I sucked at my fingers while Laura jumped and sucked at my pussy lips while slowly moving the lower half of her body closer to my face I ripped my nails into her ass pushing her pussy straight onto my face so many thoughts entered my mind as I tasted her mature aged pussy it was like a Smokey salty flavour on my lips I probed my tongue in her fuckhole as further as I can while I reached around and rubbed her clit I could feel more of her wetness gauge my face as I poked at her clit I could smell her asshole on top of my nose I don’t know why but I was really curious to see what her ass tastes like I replaced my tongue with another finger in her pussy and then slid my tongue into her sweaty asshole i felt her growl into my pussy making me growl into her ass the vibrations from her lips and tongue sent jolts of amazement up and down my body I pulled her into my face making my tongue slide furtherer into her ass. Laura’s tongue kept flickering over my clit picking up her pace meeting the thrusts of my fingers in her pussy and my tongue in her ass we both came to a powerful orgasm drenching each others faces in our juices I had to push her ass of my face and capture the trickles of her mature girl cum into my mouth before I started drowning in her juices. Here I am still breathing hard from my mutual orgasm with Laura but Laura was not done with me yet I could feel her lips on top of my pubic mound following down my wet throbbing slit with her tongue then moving me on my side and parting my legs I was in a weird upright scissor position while Laura moved in an opposite scissor position slamming her pussy into mine and started rubbing my wet pussy with hers the scents of our climaxed pussies filled the room while our pussies rubbed on one another my pussy was still sensitive from the orgasmic adventure it experienced I felt Laura’s tongue wrap all over my foot poking her tongue through the gaps in my toes sucking over every toe while working our pussies up to another orgasm she continued kissing my legs pushing into my cunt deeper Laura was the first one to cum squirting warm power liquid into and onto my pussy that was enough for me to return the favour squirting my own juices back at her pussy I immediately went between her legs and licked of the infusions of mine and her juices of her pussy slit. Laura soon passed out after an amazing session of intense first time lesbian sex I must admit it was enough to make me collapse and fall asleep next to her but once I fall asleep im not waking up for a long time I quickly gathered up all my clothes and snakingly tip toed out of her room and out of her house and made my way back to the library. I soon arrived back at the library a few moments before my mum arrived, I had enough time to go to the bathroom to fix myself up and dose myself in enough soap dispenser soap to cover up the smell of sex. By the time the weekend was over and was back at school I felt like a real woman and wasn’t to shy to start exploring witch I will intend to in the many years to come. |
"Samantha, you have really great tits!" I said, as she walked out of the bathroom after her shower. She smiled and did a little naked shimmy... if only she was as comfortable being nude in front of others as she was with us. Chelsea and I were still naked in bed from the night before, and slowly waking up. Samantha looked at us being lazy and asked "are you guys going to get up so we can go to the pool?" As she pulled up her one piece bathing suit that was on the floor. I responded "how about we go to the nude beach instead... let our titties get some sun". Samantha slowly shook her head and said "I couldn't be naked in front of other guys, I'm a married woman", so I added "you don't have to be nude... could be fun. Besides there's a lot of married women out there". Samantha smiled and said "I don't think Matt would like me being there, even if I'm not nude". Chelsea said "It's not a sex beach, it's just a beach with some nude people... just ask Matt if he's ok with it, he might not mind as long as you keep the bathing suit on". Samantha shrugged and said "maybe if he doesn't mind, but I highly doubt that will be the case". "Let him see what your wearing", I said as I held up my phone to take her picture. Samantha hesitated slightly, and then struck a pose, saying "send me the pic and delete it, and I'll send it to him". I chuckled and said "you don't trust me with a bathing suit picture?". "It's not like you're naked, Sam" Chelsea added with a smile. Samantha shrugged and said "I just feel weird posing in a bathing suit, but it's for Matt, so it's not a big deal". Samantha sent the message along with the pic to her husband as Chelsea and I got up to put our bathing suits on. We waited a bit for a reply, but it was taking to long and we were getting bored. Chelsea looked over at Samantha and said "just give him a call". Samantha sighed and said "I'll give him 10 more minutes, and then I'll try calling him". Chelsea rolled her eyes and said "I'm going to wait down in the hot tub" as she grabbed her towel. "I'll grab some drinks and see you down there" I added as I tossed her the sunscreen. Samantha said "isn't a bit early to be drinking" to which I replied "not on vacation!... you want one?". Samantha smiled and said "fuck it, sure" with a sly grin. I got a message on my phone... figured it was Hank, but it was an unknown number. I looked at it, and it was a picture of Michael smiling, and a message saying "thanks again for last night". I replied back "it's our little secret ;) How did you get my number?". Chelsea left to go to the pool area, and I told her I'd meet her there with drinks as I headed toward the hotel bar. I received a message from Michael that said "I got it from your phone when you left me alone in the bathroom... I hope you don't mind :)". I giggled to myself and said "no, I don't mind" and then sent him the video of him eating me out that I recorded the night before. He quickly replied "what are you doing today?", and I replied back "about to go to the hot tub, maybe the nude beach later". I ordered the drinks at the bar as the bartender blatantly checked me out... I acted as if I didn't notice, and adjusted my top a little so that a glimpse of my areola was showing while he was making the drinks". Michael texted "I'm already at the hot tub, I'll see you there". The bartender came back with the drinks, and was clearly staring at my almost exposed nipple. I gave a slight wiggle as I gave him my credit card... hoping to further expose myself. He came back with the card after running it, and asked for my signature, all while looking at my chest. I gave a little shake as I signed the receipt, and felt my nipple pop out. I acted like I didn't know and stood up straight and handed him the receipt and pen. The bartender slowly said "thank you" as he took them from me... with his eyes glued to my naked tit. I picked up the drinks, so that my hands were full, and then pretended to just notice that I had a boob hanging out. "Oh my God, I'm sorry!... this bathing suit doesn't want to work with me, I'm so embarrassed" I lied, as the bartender soaked in the view and then replied "no need to apologize, accidents happen". I asked him "my hands are full, can you pull my top over to cover me up? If you don't mind". Now granted, I could have put down the drinks and did it myself, but where's the fun in that?. The bartender said "sure" as he grabbed the top and manipulated it to cover me back up... but he did manage to slightly rub my nipple and pull the top away a bit before doing it. I thanked him again, and said "I'm sure I'll see you around" as I walked away to the hot tub. I got to the hot tub, and saw everyone was there as I handed them their drinks. Chelsea said "Diana, this is Michael... he said he met us here last night, but I don't even remember getting back to the hotel". Of course Chelsea was lying, she just liked letting him think she didn't remember anything from last night. I said "yes, I remember... how are you doing Michael?" to which he replied "I'm doing awesome!" with a big shit eating grin. Samantha looked at Chelsea and said "See, we met him last night just like I said. You drink too much if you are blacking out like that". Chelsea jokingly said "ok mom" as I sat down by my friends. Michael was sitting across from us, no doubt thinking about how he fucked two of us and saw Samantha naked. Chelsea's phone started ringing, so she got out to answer it while Michael stared at her ass. I figured I should check my phone as well as I asked Samantha "Did you hear back from Matt?". I had a message from Hank asking me what I was doing. Samantha said "no, not yet" when she glanced at my phone and saw the pussy pictures I had sent Hank last night. She lightly smacked my shoulder and said "you're so bad, taking pics of yourself like that!". I said "what, it's for my boyfriend. You haven't ever sent Matt any risqué pics?". Samantha turned a little red and said "sure... but not that graphic" with a chuckle. Michael surprised me and asked "can I see it?". Samantha looked at me, and I looked back at her and asked "what do you think Sam, should I show him?". Samantha laughed, and said "It's up to you, it's your body". I smirked and said "ok then" and slid over next to Michael. There were around 10 people around the pool, so I wanted to make sure others weren't looking as I held the phone out for him to see. Chelsea got back in the hot tub and asked what I was doing, and before I could say anything Samantha said "showing him dirty pics she took for her boyfriend". Chelsea said "ooh, I want to see!" As she slid over to the other side of Michael. I asked her who called, and she said "Brian. He just wanted to check up on me and tell me how junior was doing". I wondered if Chelsea felt any guilt about letting Michael fuck her, knowing she has a long term boyfriend and a son. If so, she wasn't showing it. Chelsea said "I should take some sexy pics for my boyfriend sometime". I looked at Chelsea and said "you know, Michael is a photographer... have you ever done nude photography Michael?". I discretely rubbed on Michael's upper thigh under the water, as he answered "I've had some experience with it" he answered back to me, knowing what I was suggesting. Chelsea played along and said "would you be willing to use my phone to take some pics of me for my boyfriend?". Michael smiled and said "sure, it'll be my pleasure". They got out of the hot tub, and Chelsea turned to give me a wink. I knew she was going to fuck him, I had no doubt. She had cum so hard last night while acting passed out. Samantha shook her head as they walked away, and I told her "oh, don't be such a prude. He's a photographer, it's nothing sexual" I lied. Samantha said "I guess, but I'm sure Brian wouldn't like another guy taking the pics". I chuckled and said "probably not, but he doesn't need to know that, and he'll love the pics". Samantha smiled and said "you two are crazy". People started getting in the hot tub, so I figured it was a good time to get out. I suggested going to the bar, so we got out to dry off. Samantha realized she got a message from Matt. It said "Do you want to go to the nude beach? Are your friends going to be nude?". She replied "I'm not wanting to go, but I don't want to be a drag on them either. I'm sure they'll both at least go topless, but I couldn't imagine undressing in public". He responded back "that bathing suit looks great on you! Who took the pic?". Samantha told him "Diana took it, I'm glad you like it". We got up to the bar and I asked the bartender for a couple of rounds of tequila shots. He smiled at me, I'm sure remembering my nipple slips from earlier, and started pouring the shots. Samantha said "I wonder how long Chelsea will be taking pictures". I told her "I'm sure it won't be too long, I might get him to take a couple of me as well". We took a shot, and I leaned in toward Samantha and said "I let my titty pop out earlier for the bartender". Samantha laughed and said "that sounds like you". I smiled back at her and said "let's do another shot". Samantha said "are you trying to get plastered already? It's still early". I responded "we're on vacation, let's get drunk and have fun... why wait till later? Cheers!" As I held up my shot. Samantha smiled and said "fair enough... cheers!" As we did our shots. Samantha noticed she had missed a message from her husband that asked "do you think Diana would take a boobie pic of you if you went to the nude beach?". I could tell she was a bit shocked. She didn't think he'd be OK with her going, much less being topless. She replied "would you want me to do that? Other guys would probably see me topless". She looked at me shocked after sending the message, and I said "guys like boobs. He's probably just thinking about the picture and not others that might see you". I ordered a couple more rounds of tequila, and while she was was looking at her phone I gave the bartender a quick tit flash and a wink. I smiled as he made the shots. Matt replied back and said "maybe you could just go topless for a minute for the picture. That way no other guys would see you". The bartender came with 6 shots, and said "two shots are on the house", too which I replied "thanks sexy". He clearly had on a wedding ring, so I'm sure he was just flirting. Samantha replied back to Matt "if you want me to, I'll do it for you... as long as no one else sees. I could take some pics for you in the room to if you would rather". I reminded her that we had shots to take, and she accused me of trying to kill her. The truth be told, I knew she loved tequila shots... I also knew they made her horny... and I was curious what might happen. We did another shot, and I could start to feel the effects... so I was sure she could to. Chelsea sent me a text that said "I just got fucked so good! ;)". I messaged her back and said "we'll be up there soon". I settled up the tab with the bartender, and gave him my number as well. I told Samantha "they're done, let's go up there so he can take a few pics of me too". Samantha smiled and said "I might have you take a couple pics of me for Matt after Michael leaves". I smiled at said "my pleasure, beautiful" and picked up another shot. Samantha followed my lead and we took the shot. Matt texted her back saying "I love seeing your body, and knowing you're all mine. Would either of your friends want to be in a pic with you?". That upset her a little bit, as he was clearly thinking about seeing her friends nude too. I told her "you know we will if you want us to, it's up to you". She just texted him back "maybe, we'll see. :)". I knew this was a big deal to her, she never did anything she felt was slightly naughty... so sending him pics of us topless with her was a big deal... and secretly I liked the idea of him wanting to see my tits. I said "come on, one more shot, let's go" as I handed our last shot to her, and we finished them as we headed toward the room. By the time we got to the room, the tequila had really started to hit us! We were very obviously drunk. We went inside and Michael was in the bathroom and Chelsea was still nude on the bed. I asked "how did the pictures turn out, have you sent them to Brian yet. Chelsea smiled and said "I can't send them all to him, but I just sent him a few. I told him you took the pictures". Chelsea looked at us both and asked "how much did you guys have to drink?" Samantha said "we had a few... I'm going to take naked pics for Matt!". Chelsea looked at me shocked, and I staring laughing really hard... I was pretty drunk. Samantha ran over to Chelsea and said "you're still naked... want to take a pic with me?... it's for Matt". I ran over and said "do you want me to take one now?". Michael came out of the bathroom and said "hi", still just wearing his swimming trunks. I said "hi Michael... do you want to take some more pics?" Michael smiled and said "yes, I do". Samantha said "I can't pose in front of a guy". I looked at Samantha and said "Sam, he's a photographer, not some random guy... you know Matt wants to see our tits, so what's the harm in you allowing Michael to take the pics". Samantha said "yeah, but I've always kept my body a secret from other men". Chelsea chimed in and said "I'm sure a part of you gets turned on thinking about him taking your pics... right?". Samantha looked at Michael and shrugged... "I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on a little bit". I knew if she wasn't drunk she would have never admitted to it. I said "no pressure... just seems silly to pass up a photographer you'll never see again... besides no one will ever know". I could see she was actually considering it, and the idea she might let him see her naked turned me on... but I wanted to see how far we could go. Chelsea said "how about we put on our underwear and take pics in those... just to start off". Michael was quick to add "what ever you guys want, I'm just happy to spend time with three hot ladies". Samantha was so drunk she looked to be sleepy and slurred "you guys expect me to pose in my panties in front of a stranger?". I giggled and said "It's just like a bikini, which you didn't bring... besides, it's not a stranger, it's our photographer friend Michael... and remember, this is what Matt wants". Samantha thought about it for a second and said "maybe... let's do some more drinks first, and then we can take pics". I smiled and said sure, no problem. Chelsea volunteered to go pick up the drinks while we got ready... I think we both wanted to see Samantha finally getting slutty with us, and were curious how far it might go. I asked Michael if he minded hanging out on the balcony while we changed. Michael smiled as he headed out the door, and I gave him a wink. Samantha stumbled her way to her suitcase (she's such a lightweight) as I removed my bathing suit to find my sexiest panties. Samantha pulled out a few panties, and was trying to decide between them, but she was having a hard time focusing. I walked over in my panties and bra, and said "let me pick them out for you". Samantha chuckled and said ok, as she sat back and started to unceremoniously remove her bathing suit. I of course picked out her most revealing pair of panties and bra, and helped her put them on. I looked at her barely standing and said "you look so sexy, Matt is going to love these pics". She smiled back at me and said "I don't look to fat?". Truth be told, she was a bit on the chunky side, and very self conscious about it... but she carried it well and honestly she looked hot. I wish I had tits like hers. "Samantha, you look incredibly sexy... honestly" I told her. She gave a bashful smile and then asked "do you think Michael will think so too?". It made me happy that she didn't ask what Matt would think, but Michael. I knew she was nervous about being seen by another man, but I knew she was also turned on by it. I said "Sam, he would jump at the chance to fuck you if he could". I knew it was true too. Samantha giggled and said "let's just focus on pictures" as she stumbled a few steps. Chelsea came back in the room with four drinks and asked "where is Michael?". I responded "he's on the balcony while we put on our panties". Samantha grabbed one of the drinks and took a big gulp while Chelsea undressed. "Be careful, those drinks are extra strong! I had extra shots put in those". I knew Chelsea wanted to see how far she'd go too. I asked Samantha "are you ready for Michael to come back in?". Samantha took a deep breath, and said "fuck it, let's do it". I playfully squeezed her boob as I went to let Michael know we were ready. I could see that Samantha was both nervous and excited about being seen by him. "Michael, we're ready... are you ready?" I asked as I stepped out on the balcony. "I can't wait!.... are we all going to fuck?" he asked, which took me by surprise. I looked at him and said "would you like that?" to which he just nodded, and I responded "I would too... probably not, but I know I'd love to fuck you again". Michael smiled and said "I was hoping so". I grabbed his hand and said "come on, let's get started" as I led him into the room. Chelsea walked up and handed him a drink, as Samantha stood by nervously. Chelsea said "I know you're not 21, so if anyone asks, you didn't get this drink from us". Michael chuckled as he stared at Samantha standing in front of him. Samantha got an alert on her phone, it was Matt messaging... he asked "did you ask your friends if they would take pics with you?". She looked at us and said "ok, if he wants pics... let's give him pics" and then walked over to Michael and handed him her phone. She looked at him and said "if he wants to see my friends so bad, I guess I shouldn't care about letting you see me like this". Michael looked her over and said "you look so hot, I hope I can see more". She shyly turned her head and said "we'll see". He held up the phone toward her as she put her hands on her hips. The bra barely containing her nipples, and only a thin material hiding her prize pussy. She was barely able to stand, as she continued to sip on her drink, and Michael took pictures. He walked up to her and around her, and it was obvious she was enjoying the attention. She started to stumble a bit, so I suggested she sit on the bed. She laughed and jumped on the bed and turned over and one of her nipples fell out. I didn't say anything, and she was to drunk to notice. Chelsea sat next to her and removed her top. She said "so Matt is going to see my tits?". Samantha smiled at said "that's what the perv wants". Samantha then looked at Michael and asked "would you like that? Would you like to see my boobs?". Michael nodded saying "you're so sexy, I can't wait". I took off my top as well, and sat in the other side of Samantha. I said "are you ready to let Michael see your tits?" Samantha took a big drink, looked up at Michael in a drunken haze with a sly grin, and then said "promise Matt won't hear about this". Chelsea smiled and said "I promise, just like how none of our guys will ever hear about any of this. I rubbed her exposed nipple and said "no one outside of this room will know about anything that happens today". Samantha looked down and saw her tit was exposed to Michael, and looked up at him with a look of lust. I whispered "you want him to see your tits, don't you" as I rubbed her thigh. She looked at me and whispered "take my bra off for me". I think she was too drunk to do it, and I was happy to. I undid the clasp, and pulled down her bra as she allowed her tits to be viewed by another man for the first time. Michael started taking pictures again while telling us "you guys are so fucking sexy! I love your tits". Samantha asked him "do you really like my tits... do they turn you on?" As she arched her back to push them forward. Before he could even answer, Chelsea said "look at the hard on in his shorts, it's obvious he likes what he sees". Michael looked a little embarrassed, so I handed him his drink and said "no need to be embarrassed, I'm glad you like what you see" and then rubbed his crotch a bit. He looked me in the eyes, and I could tell he wanted to fuck me right then and there. I said "Michael, why don't you take pics of Chelsea and Samantha together"... and once he started taking pics again, I fished his cock out and put it in my mouth. I was steadily sucking his dick when I heard Chelsea say "that's fuckng sexy as hell!", and then Samantha gasp and start laughing. Samantha said "I can't believe you're giving him a blow job!" to which Chelsea said "I gave him one earlier too". Samantha gasped again and then said "really? During your photo shoot?" to which Chelsea nodded. I took his cock out of my mouth and held it for Samantha to see and said "remember, anything that happens today stays between us", and I noticed Samantha's eyes were locked on Michael's dick. I slowly stroked his cock and asked Michael if he was enjoying seeing our tits. Michael nodded while breathing heavy, and I could see Samantha was breathing heavier as well as she held her tits out for him to look at while I started sucking his cock again. Chelsea said "It's your turn to take pics with Sam now" as she walked over to Michael and got to her knees. I went over to Sam and said "you ready to take more pics?". Samantha nodded as we struck a pose, and Michael started taking pics. Chelsea didn't miss a beat and started bobbing on his dick as we watched. I whispered in Samantha's ear "fuck, I'm getting so fucking horny", to which Samantha said "...I am too.... I'm afraid of how far this might go", too which I reminded her "anything that happens, will never be shared to anyone else... today, you can do anything you want without having to worry about it... I know I am". Samantha asked "are you going to let him fuck you", to which I replied "probably... would you like to see that?". Samantha hesitated for a few seconds, and then nodded her head. I told Samantha "let's spread our legs and show off our panties". She slightly hesitated and said "It's only panties" as she joined me in spreading her legs. Michael was attentively staring at our crotches while Chelsea continued to suck his dick. I took a risk and leaned in and kissed Samantha. She jumped back a little, and then kissed me back. And then it became passionate kissing, with both of us feeling each other up. She smiled and said "I can taste his dick on your tongue". I smiled back and asked "do you like the way it taste?". She nodded as she kissed me again. I asked her "can I taste you?", and she looked at me slightly shocked, but also in a daze and said "I don't know... I shouldn't remove my panties". I smiled and said "I can pull them to the side... I'd love to eat your pussy while Michael fucks me". She looked both too drunk and too nervous to answer, but finally said "I don't know... maybe". That was all I needed to hear. I slid down to lick her nipples, and then went down and kissed on her panties. She looked down at me with her drunk eyes, and I could tell she was anxious. I put my ass up on the air, looked at Michael and said "would you like to fuck me right now". Chelsea stopped blowing him and went to lay down next to Samantha, as Michael moved up behind me, pulled my panties off. and slid in a far as he could. I continued to kiss Samantha's panty covered cunt as Michael started fucking me, and then pulled them aside so I could eat her pussy. Her pussy was drenched... I had no doubt this was the most erotic moment of her life so far. Chelsea started kissing her while rubbing herself under her panties, and I spread Samantha's legs wide as I pulled her panties over to shove my tongue in. They were both moaning while kissing, and I pulled my head back enough to where Michael could see her open spread pussy, as he continued to fuck me. I moved over and pulled Chelsea's panties aside and started licking her clit. I had left Samantha's panties pulled over, and she continued to have her legs spread for Michael's eyes. Chelsea and Samantha stood kissing and then looked down at me getting fucked, and Samantha noticed Michael staring at her pussy... and realized he could see everything. She started to close her legs but then stopped, and then spread them back open. It was obvious she was turned on by Michael looking at her pussy. I took off Chelsea's panties, leaving her naked as she started to kiss Samantha again. I went back over to Samantha, and licked on her pussy while slowly working her panties off. I don't think she even noticed, as I lifted her leg to lick further in her cunt while I finished taking off her panties. We were all naked now, and I was anxious to see what would happen next. I lifted her legs up while I was eating her out, and then pulled my head away so Michael could get a clear unobstructed view of Samantha's gaping, wet married pussy while he pounded me from behind. I could feel his excitement as he slammed deep in my cunt, and it made me want to cum... but I didn't want to cum yet though... I wanted to draw this out. I moved forward a bit so that his dick would slide out, and I asked Chelsea if she wanted a turn getting fucked. Chelsea smiled and spread her legs as Michael climbed on top of her, and then started fucking her... right next to Samantha. Samantha laid there on her back, naked tits and naked pussy in full display, as I laid next to her and rubbed her breasts. I kissed on her neck and said "look how hard he's fucking her... it felt so good when he did that to me". She moaned a bit and said "I've never been fucked like that". I reached down and rubbed her clit a little, and said "it could be you... you know that, right". Chelsea turned over and stuck her ass up, as Michael climbed up to fuck her from behind. Samantha and I watched as he gripped his hard cock and positioned it at her gaping pussy, and slowly pushed in. I stuck my two fingers up inside of Samantha, and slowly fucked her while she watched them fuck. Chelsea looked at Samantha and said "don't tell Brian, ok?". Samantha said "I won't tell" as she leaned in to drunkenly kiss Chelsea while I continued to finger fuck her. Michael watched intensely as I started working my fingers in Samantha faster, and he in turn fucked Chelsea faster as well. Michael reached forward and started rubbing Samantha's tits, as she kept kissing Chelsea. Did she know? Did she care? Maybe she was too drunk to notice. He looked at me as I grabbed his arm and pulled it down to her soaking cunt. I let him replace my fingers with his, as he slid it up inside of her, all while still fucking Chelsea. I started rubbing my cunt watching Michael explore her pussy with his hand, all while sliding his cock in Chelsea's cunt. He started staring at my pussy, as I spread myself open, showing all of myself to him. I started to lick Samantha's pussy again, but kept my legs spread for Michael to use as he wished. Samantha looked down at me at the same time as Michael pulled his cock out of Chelsea, and she had her eyes locked on his hard cock. Chelsea joined me in going down on Samantha while Michael moved down to lick my pussy, and then fucked me... then he stopped to lick Chelsea's pussy, and fuck her... I think he was enjoying going back in forth between us while Chelsea and I took turns eating out Samantha. Samantha had her head thrown back while rubbing her tits, and I turned to look at Michael. We made eye contact while he fucked me, and I glanced at her pussy and looked back at him... hoping he would take the hint. I wanted to see Samantha get fucked.. no more prim and proper goody two shoes, I wanted her to experience a new cock for the first time in her life. Michael pulled out of me, and put his face up to ours... right next to Samantha's naked pussy... and he started to lick. I pulled my head back to watch, as Chelsea did the same while stroking his cock. He had her pussy to himself, and he was licking all over her cunt while she was still in a daze. I knew she had no idea he was the one eating and fully exploring her pussy right now, and I think he knew that too. I moved up to Samantha's face and started kissing her. She was so drunk she had a hard time keeping her eyes open. I straddled her upper waist, which blocked her view below, as I whispered in her ear "do like that Michael wants to fuck you?". She didn't answered she just breathed heavier, so I added "I bet you'd love to see what his cock would feel like inside of you... wouldn't you?". I looked back and Michael was still eating Samantha out, and Chelsea was sucking his dick. I climbed back off and and sucked on her tits for a minute, and then motioned Chelsea up to us. Once Chehalis was up on the other side of Samantha, I told her "Michael is really enjoying eating your pussy... just look at him". Samantha looked at me shocked and then quickly looked down to see Michael buried in her pussy while jacking off. She looked a bit scared, but incredibly turned on and said "he's eating my pussy!... he's has his tongue in my pussy!". She lifted her crotch up into his face, and grabbed the back of his head as she started to hump his face. Chelsea nibbled her ear and said "there you go, fuck his face... fuck his face just like he wants to fuck your pussy". Samantha looked down at him and said "does it taste good? Does my pussy taste good?". Michael sat up with his dick sticking straight out over her, and said "you have a beautiful pussy". She stared at his cock and then drunkenly sat up. I thought to myself, I guess that's it for tonight... but it was still really hot!... but I was wrong. She reached out and grabbed his dick and started stroking it. Her eyes stayed locked on his dick as she said "I've never held another man's..." she got quite a she looked up at Michael, who made eye contact with her... and she then leaned forward to take his cock in her mouth. I felt a warm rush run through my body as I watched Samantha take a big step into being a fellow slut. We watched as she worked his dick up and down. I laid back and started rubbing my cunt again, and Chelsea looked at me for a minute and started doing the same. I asked Michael "is she good at that? Is she a good little cock sucker". Michael nodded while muttering "oh yeah". Samantha stopped and looked up at him as she stroked his cock, and Michael looked down and said "can I fuck you?"... Samantha looked at his cock again, and back up at him... I could tell she was thinking about it, but still hesitant to go all the way. She drunkenly stammered "I don't know... I'm married", as she continued to stroke his cock. I reminded her "tonight doesn't count... tonight you don't have to worry about being married... tonight is our secret". Chelsea said "do you want him to fuck you?", to which Samantha looked back up to him and hesitantly said "yes". I suggested "just let him put it inside of you... let him see how it feels". She started sucking his cock again, I think contemplating what she would do. She stopped and laid back with her legs spread, getting ready to offer herself to him. She looked at us and said "you promise Matt won't find out about this?". She looked so sexy, laying there on complete display as Michael inched up to her. "We promise, just like you promised you wouldn't tell... we can trust each other" Chelsea said as Michael smacked his cock against her pussy. We all watched as he lined up his dick to her pussy, and then slowly entered inside of her. Michael said "you're so wet, you feel so good" as he pulled back and forward again. She looked at him and said "fuck me... fuck me like you've wanted to"... and he did. He didn't hold back as he pounded the hell out of her pussy. Chelsea said "that's so fucking hot, keep fucking her" as she rubbed her pussy. I was ecstatic, this is exactly what I had been hoping for, but didn't think would actually happen... the loyal wife, the girl who hasn't even been seen by another guy was now on her back with her legs spread for another man, begging him to fuck her harder. He was really fucking her hard to, I hadn't seen him move that fast before. Samantha started moaning louder, and a little louder, until I could hear splashing sounds coming from her pussy. He was now laying on top of her, and I heard him whisper to her "I'm going to cum". She just nodded as she came all over his dick, followed shortly by Michael stiffening up and blowing his load deep in her married womb. Seeing it all was too much for me as I felt my little pussy start to convulse into orgasm. Samantha started laughing through heavy breathing and said "that was the best orgasm I've ever had". She looked at all of us, and then covered her face in embarrassment. I told her "there's no reason to be embarrassed... we're all naked friends here". I suggested we order a pizza and get more drinks. Everyone agreed that we would just stay in the room today, naked, and spend the day drinking and fucking. We could always go to the nude beach tomorrow. Samantha passed out shortly after ordering the pizza, but she eventually woke up again... not before I got to take a few pics with Michael's cock up inside of her.. I would never share it, but that picture always helps me cum. , |
Kristen’s Big Mistake — Redux by Millie Dynamite © copyright 2014, 2019, 2020 by Millie Dynamite Kristen’s trip went well, she’d bought dozens of new outfits, spent a fortune on all kinds of indulgences, and enjoyed herself indulgence in the resort getaway. She felt satisfied and only wanted to get home to her husband to play the part of a loving wife. He’d be happy, she returned two days ahead of schedule, and she would satisfy his every whim, the old fart had always been an easy mark. Passing over the exchange, she turned onto the highway to take her home. Glancing to her right, she saw the wretched part of the city. The ghetto, tenements where the worthless refuge of the community congregated in their despair and poverty. “Niggers, spics, chinks, and trashy whites,” she spat the words into the air. She hoped her husband and his political allies could push this, disgusting element from their fair metropolis. Kristen had a vision of burning the scourge of inferior races from earth or regulate them back into slavery. Reduce their numbers, enslave them, and use them for the betterment of God’s people, the superior white race. Her car coughed and sputtered, the warning bell clanged, check-engine light flashed on the dash, the vehicle lost power, slowing, threatening to stop. With no choice, she exited, into that part of town. She drove for a block, then two, the car lurching, coughing, and shuddering all the while. She feared it would die, how could she get out of this part of town. She inched near the curb on a block devoid of parked cars. It crawled, slowing as she neared the middle of the block. With one last gasp, the car … died. Looking about, Kristen took in the depressing vista. Most of the buildings were vacant, empty stores, locked up tight, windows boarded over, the impression of a lost civilization falling into dysfunction. The August sun beat on the hard-concrete sidewalks as waves of heat rose from the ghetto jungle. One building had a sign above a door that said, “BAR,” and flashed the word, “OPEN.” Locking her doors, she grabbed her cell, she swiped, “Randel.” “No Service,” emblazed on the face of the phone. In the distance, she saw scantily clad women walking the streets, and men hung about them on corners, rough-looking characters — pimps or drug dealers. The men were mostly niggers and spicks, the darker inferiors that infest this part of the city. Kristen had to find help. She had nothing to fear, all they need do is see her, and they know she was their betters. These miserable’s could never hurt someone so superior to themselves, they’ll view her superiority, and any intent to do her harm will leave their weak minds like a fog burnt off in the morning sun. Getting out, she locked the doors, returned the keys to her clutch, and with the phone in her other hand she moved toward the bar. A knot tied her stomach, her head throbbed from the hot August sun. She took steps toward the door, secure in the knowledge of her own supremacy. With that said, there was a fearfulness in her. She pushed it down; after all, she was rich, white, and better than these … subhumans. They’d see it, and the nature of her superiority would protect her. In the dim light of the bar, smoke hung in the air. So thick one could cut it with a knife. The door opened, and she walked into the room. A young white woman in this part of town was unusual in itself. Oh, there were cracker whores, wives, and live-ins of blacks and Latinos, but no wealthy white women. And not anyone as classy looking as this white woman. The woman wasn’t older than 26 or 27, and she looked hot and creamy. She entered slow, not with caution. No, the woman moved forward, with a measured stride, strutting like a catwalk model. The shapely creature hesitated while letting her eyes adjust to the smoky haze of the soft light. The men looked her over good. These hard men drank in the sight of the curvaceous girl. A few of the men, those near her, sniffed in the scent of her expensive perfume. Breathing in the aroma deep, like a tiger, testing the smell of its prey. One of the men bit his lower lip, he imagined his cock busting her pussy wide open, as a smile spread over his face. It wasn’t every day a rich woman, a cracker, walked into a place so — inhospitable. Opening his eyes wide, he sized up the gift of the gods. Five-feet-four or five-inches tall, she’d tip the scales at no more than 110 pounds, if you soaked her to the bone, that is. In her hand, she clutched a cellphone. While she moved forward, her long toned legs caught the men’s attention, the pale white shapely calves and thighs were encased in light-colored stockings or pantyhose. The men all wondered which it was. “A rich, white woman in da ghetto, how stupid could dis cunt be?” one man said in a hushed voice, reaching inside his pants, he took ahold of and rubbed his hardening cock. “Dis gonna be fun,” he told his companion. “Yeah,” the other man watched her, waiting for the entertainment to commence. Her light, blonde hair fell below her shoulders in soft, shimmering waves. She had a pleasing frame, a large top without being too large, thin waist, and a small round ass. The kind of ass that would blister nicely with a few hard slaps of a callused hand. A shimmering, gold-satin blouse covered her upper body. Clinging to her curves, the shirt appeared not quite translucent. That notwithstanding, they could picture the tits underneath the sheer fabric. The woman’s tight skirt wrapped around her and tied at the waist. Golden flowers were pinned to her chest, just above her buoyant breast. The flowers’ color matched the color of her blouse. Black patent high heels with straps around her thin ankles completed the outfit. Hushed, whispered grumblings came from the men scattered around the bar. Hateful glowers scowled at her. She didn’t notice the looks, didn’t see the men touching themselves, squeezing their cocks or balls. Kristen didn’t feel the angry lust that filled the men. Her baring didn’t change. Kristen held herself like a queen, who waited for her subjects to lay prostrate in front of her. The grumbling talk softened, then the patrons quieted, and the room turned silent as death. Glaring at her, the impoverished, angry men desired her flesh while they hated her even being alive. This rich bitch just made a big mistake. She walked towards the bar, her hips swaying back and forth with each step. Kristen still held herself with a regalness that spoke to her perceived station. Kristen fixed her eyes on the bartender, her expression still held a majesticness with a calm, confident appearance of self-assurance. The hateful scowl that bartender flashed her, niggled into her brain. In some primordial recess of Kristen’s mind, a tiny alarm sounded. Hairs on the back of neck prickled, sending a shiver down her spine. It was only at that moment, Kristen realized that the dozen or so patrons were all rough-looking blacks, as was the bartender. As if on a cue, their leering stairs burned into her, and she sensed her helplessness. She wanted to turn and run, but she couldn’t. The woman inched closer to the bar, with cautious, faltering steps. The bartender stared at her, his hard glower made her heart race. She worried he imagined her nude. He licked his thick, dark lips as he dried a shot glass. The bartender moved a step closer to the woman. Sitting the glass down, he picked up another and continued with his work. His lustful glower made her body quiver. “Excuse me,” she said, with a plaintive, nearly pleading tone. Kristen’s clam shattered as the hopelessness of her situation dawned on her. Still, she was superior, they had to recognize this. “My car broke down, and my cell is dead. Would you be a dear and show me where your payphone is?” “So, you think you have some right to just walk in here? We can’t just walk in your fucking country club iffin we a mind to,” the man sitting at the barstool next to her said. His eyes were hateful. His face was contorted as swarthy skin became darker on his cheeks, anger flared to a boiling point. “Yeah,” the bartender said, “This my fucking place, I didn’t invite you in here, you fuckin’, cracker, ho.” “I — I — ju — just want to ...” Kristen stammered. “Nobody gives a shit, what you want, cracker. You got that?” the big man on the barstool interrupted her. Kristen looked around, hoping that someone would stick up for her. It became evident that nobody, including the bartender, would side with her. Kristen’s fear screamed in her brain, RUN. She turned to start for the door, but a second man blocked her way. Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her against him. “Where the — FUCK — you think you goin’, whitey bitch?” “Let go of me. Please, just let me go.” Kristen pleaded as she struggled in his arms. Her big blue eyes became teary as her heart pounded, threatening to rupture, and her body shuddered. “Oh, we’ll let you go, alright. Just soon as we done with ya. Ya comes to our place; you got to pay the toll,” his big fingers clutched her tit tight. The other hand grabbed her crotch, clutching it, squeezing. “You tell her, Nate,” she heard someone yell. He released her tit and crotch, with his left arm the, bear of man, crushed Kristen to him, Nate grabbed her hair with his right hand, pulling her head back. “No — Let go of me — Please MMMM ...” she pleaded, as Nate’s mouth clamped over her lips, muffling her words out of existence. Her mind clutched to the thought, I’m superior, only she wasn’t, she was just a stupid girl in the wrong place. His thick lips covered hers. Spittle exchanged between them as he forced his tongue way back in her mouth. Disgust rushed into her, revulsion with him, his filthy hands, and nasty tongue invading her mouth. She struggled against him, but he was too big, too powerful. Kristen felt other hands rip her from Nate’s grip. “Quit hogging’ her, man.” The even larger man who first spoke took possession. He viewed the new white toy. Pushing the other man to the side, “Get in line,” he said, setting the pecking order with him at the top. “Please don’t … stop … please leave me alone.” He had her pinned against the bar. Pressing her, pushing her back, his big body dominating her smaller frame. Kissing her neck, he kneaded her breast with large hands. Squeezing her tits mercilessly with his mighty mitts, he roughly massaging the big C’s. She hated his touch, his nasty shit-skin hands on her pure white flesh turned her stomach. Kristen squirmed, trying to slip his grip. But those strong hands controlled her, held her, hurt her. The woman knew he used her with a vile purpose. He grabbed the top of her blouse and pulled sharply, tearing all the buttons off, they made a dull sound as they hit the floor. He exposed her black lace bra. “Somebody, help me, please. Please, someone ... Make him stop …” Kristen only heard laughter in response. They had to know, she was white, superior in every way, why didn’t they help her? “Get her to the pool table,” she heard someone yell, as two, more men grabbed her arms, dragging her across the floor. She tried to dig her heels in, but they were too strong, Kristen knew to these men all her sole purpose was as a flesh-covered fuck doll. Her heart raced, a coldness passed over her body, and her temples pounded. Kristen’s breath became ragged and shallow, her body quivered, like a leaf. This thought infested her mind, these lustful, hate-filled men would fuck her to death. She felt warm wet, thick, streaks of goo running down her face. Big tears gushed, carrying mascara and makeup with them. Her fear filled the room, the beasts sensed it, smelled its sweet, sexual aroma. Her trepidation created a heated, sexual tension in the angry mob that needed a release. A white woman pleading for mercy from these pitiless men … mercy … the one thing they had not for any white woman. Looking around, she saw the men, their big Angus cocks hanging out of their pants. They stroked them, getting ready, ready to use those nasty baboon pricks on her. She’d be ruined, her pussy would be destroyed. For her, these hard men, only held contempt, hating her privileged life, they’d show this bitch. All their rage would explode on her hot tight body. Hands roamed her body, poking, prodding, exploring her softness, her ripeness. A callused thumb ran hard circles around her clit, while fat fingers clutched and dug into her lips and hole. The fabric of her panties pressed into her skin, only just covering the rough hand. “Don’t. Please don’t. Oh, Lord God, please help me. Somebody, Please Help Me.” “We gonna help you, bitch,” one man said. The two men threw Kristen onto the pool table. Pinning her arms down, the men held her still. Her hips on the rail while her legs dangled off the edge of the table. The wrap-around skirt had fallen open, exposing her lower body to everyone to see. She felt the big man’s hand reach for her, felt him grab the crotch of the pantyhose, and rip them open. Then his thick fingers grabbed the silken, nylon panties. “Sexy,” he said as he grabbed the material. The smile on his face looked evil. His teeth were big and yellow stained from coffee and smoke. He ran his tongue over his lips as if he licked some tasty residue from them. “Oh, no … Please leave me alone. Please don’t hurt me.” Kristen bawled. Tears burned her cheeks, her blue mascara ran inside her tears. The big man couldn’t have cared less. Laughing, he yanked on the panties, a small tug, then a hard yank. The delicate nylon panties were no match for the force used against them. Kristen heard a whisper of sound as the material ripped. The pitch of tear shifted, the ripping sounded harsher, the anger of tearing fabric split the air. The ripping of the cloth was the sound of her humiliation. The shame blistered her as the panties were snatched from her haunches, exposing her most private part for the world to view. “Shit man,” he yelled out, holding her torn panties in the air, “this Aryan fuck-hole is a real blond — look at her white coochie-hair landing strip, just a pointing the way for my anaconda.” Kristen tried to kick him, but her position was awkward, and she was to slow. Grabbing her leg, he pushed it to the side moving closer. The man forced her leg more to the side, giving him better access. The big man moved between Kristen’s legs, rubbing her nylon-sheathed thigh with one hand while he undid his pants with the other. Four men’s hands held her motionless, she struggled against them, to no purpose. Their enormous talons clutched her, digging their claws deep into her soft ripe flesh. The man between her legs leered and moved back a step — his swarthy skin shown as if oiled. Darkness as black as his skin, disconsolate, sullen mood overtook Kristen. ‘I’m superior,’ she thought. Shutting her eyes tight, she wished herself from this place. One of the men squeezed her arm tighter, and the wish died. “Bet you ain’t never had a black dick a-fore, have you, whore? You’re in fo a treat tonight.” Fishing the already stiff prick out, he pushed himself closer he yanked her back toward him. The padded bumper of the table hit her back as he moved her closer. “Niggertize that bitch.” Kristen felt the big head of his mushroom head pressing against her vagina. He smacked the big cock to her pussy several times. She tried squirming away from him, but there was no escape. The men held her arms firm. He looked at her, ready to rip her open. The evil leer on his thick lips disgusted her. “Don’t … Please don’t,” Kristen begged as she felt push inside her. Pain tore into her, it was too fucking big. The cockhead was more than twice the size of her husbands, it slashed inside her. “Please, please, leave me alone, I don’t want to do this … please, stop, please, please, oh God.” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Arching her back, trying to move away, he slammed the big fat cock in full force, splitting her dry vagina open hard. “Oh, God, please, stop ... Please STOP. It hurts,” she stammered out in broken words. “Oh ... God ... you’re ... hurting ... me.” “Good,” the group of men jabbered, slightly out of sync. A ripping sensation erupted into the throbbing of slashed muscles. The big prick cut its way through her canal, destroying tissue and the delicate flesh as he plunged deeper and deeper. The agony raced throughout her crotch. The angry rapist grabbed Kristen’s legs. He placed his arms under her knees, lifting her legs. Now he could hammer into her deeper. Her blouse hung open. Pushing her legs up high on his shoulders. The abuser moved his hands under her bra and grabbed her tits with both hands. “Look, boys, I’m milking this cow.” Yelling out as he squeezed her tits. He was vicious and violent on them. She feared they would burst. He pinched at the fat nipples, squeezing them like tits hanging off the udder of a cow. Kristen could see her high-heeled feet pointing towards the ceiling. She tried to concentrate on the old cracking paint. Kristen needed to run and hide, she thought of her childhood. She thought of boys playing doctor with her, then the pain brought Kristen back to NOW and HERE. “This whore can throw her legs higher and wider than any black bitch,” a second man said as he rubbed his cock, standing behind the man fucking Kristen. He was ready to move in as soon as the first man finished. Kristen felt as if her pussy ripped in half. The big man continued driving into her. Pumping his cock in and out of her, he rammed it home fast and hard. He wanted the cunt to pay for every insult he ever heard from a white person. Letting go of her tits, he wrapped his arms around her legs, lifting her up; he pummeled her even faster and harder. Kristen’s tits bounced all over from the force. “Bro, you’re fucking her now. Look at them fat tits bouncing.” With that encouragement, he fucked her harder. With each thrust, the man hoped agony greeted the bitch. Driving into her, like a lumberjack swinging an ax into a tree, he tried to cut her in two. The glaring hateful eyes viewed her. The men licking their lips as lustful deadly passion filled the room. Kristen never knew such pain. ‘Nothing more than a fuck piece,’ she thought, ‘but I’m white.’ Her inability to stop it made it more unbearable. Kristen retreated from the room. A surreal calm overcame her, she detached from her body, separated from the pain. A passive, contented expression covered her face. The black hand came from nowhere. A pink, callused, rough palm jarred Kristen’s cheek once, then the back of the hand smacked the other. Again, and again, the hand whacked her back to her experience. “Hurry, bro, I want to split that bitch open too.” She could hear her attacker beginning to groan, his breathing getting faster as he approached orgasm. A new terror, Kristen realized she could end up pregnant. “NO,” she screamed as she cried hysterically, “Please, I beg of you don’t cum in me.” Laughter filled the air. “Oh, dear God, don’t let this happen. Please, God.” Struggling, she tried to move away from the men. The strong fellows just held her in place. she jerked this way or that but couldn’t break free. “Please, don’t please, please don’t do this.” Her cries fell on death ears as he pounded even harsher. The men had to know how much she hated it. That notwithstanding, they didn’t give a shit what she felt or thought. The men watched intently their cocks growing as they watch him devastate the bitch. Some pulled their cocks, content to jerk off while watching others were more willing to get in line and take a turn. All of the onlookers yelled their appreciating and encouragement. Kristen felt him drive is enormous dick deep into her holding himself in her. Thick burning splashes of hot sticky man scum coated her insides way down deep. Kristen sobbed, her weeping an uncontrollable reaction to the dread as he filled her. These bastards would knock her up … disgust filled her while his cock kept spurting and spurting as the nasty goo deep inside her womb. This couldn’t be happening to her. It couldn’t be. She felt him withdraw from her as he dropped her legs. “I’m. Next, I’m NEXT,” the man behind said. Kristen filled with a new dread. She thought it would be over when the big man had finished with her. The truth dawned on her realizing every one of these nasty men in this dirty, grimy bar would use her. The dread of being fucked to death once again blossomed in her mind. Or worse, surviving to bear some bastard child and her husband deserting her. Kristen was helpless. She could see the next one moving toward her, his cock already sticking out of his pants. His cock larger than the last man’s. Kristen clamped her eyes shut, shaking her head back and forth as she pleaded. “No more. Please no more. What did I do? Why, please, why are you doing this to me?” she sobbed. “Cause you a cracker in the ghetto, bitch.” “No, please, you’re hurting me.” “Now ya jus trying get mo horny.” “No, please,” her words were broken by her crying, “no more please, oh, it hurts so much.” she cried as the new rapist jammed himself balls deep. Her back arched up from the pain. The man’s hulking open paw struck her face. His dark eyes glowered, and spit flew from his mouth as he barked. “Let go of her. Let her fucking buck, it’ll be a better ride.” They moved off her and watched. With each hard thrust, he would withdraw, drive back inside her with a violent force. He continued pounding his fat prick into snatch, so hard, each time she arched her back, wiggled, attempting to move away from the assault. Each time he, he clamped his hands tight on her hips, yanked her back into him matching his forward thurst. After a few more jabs, he grabbed her hips when she tried to move away, digging his fat fingers deep into the flesh. His big balls slapped her ass, spit slipped from his mouth, landing on her face, neck, and chest. The disgust churned in her belly, but mixed with first man’s semen was her own lubrication. She refused to let them see her climax and hid with fighting him. He’d had enough of her spunk. The attacker lifted her up high, picking her up off the table. For a moment, suspended in mid-air, she hung between the ceiling and the pool table. Then Kristen slammed hard on the table, her body erupted in anguish. The back of her head exploding in pain, but the worst of it, that awful feeling that you can’t breathe. A screeching sound came from her. A horrible sick sound of air trickling though threw a collapsed passageway. She tried to suck air in her deflated lungs panic took hold. New anguish joined the agony already present. Her back exploded from the rough landing. She sucked hard, trying to get air as her attacker just continued to fuck her hard. “I’m going to annihilate this bitch’s panty-pie,” yelling out his intentions to others, pounding his fat cock into her faster and faster. Harder and faster, he pummeled, the pain tore through her body as that fleeting joy retreated behind the sting. The man’s face grimaced, and he bit his lower lip grunting like a pig as a thick stream of semen gushed inside her. He ignored her renewed appeals to spare her that. “Filled the Becky ho with nigger baby-batter,” he said, and the others hollered with joy. “My turn to give her some black man buttermilk,” the next one in line said. Kristen didn’t know how much more she could take. Three more times, men climbed on her, used her. Her legs still dangling off the table as each man took his turn. The men once again pinned her arms above her head, while a new angry man plundered her. Mauling her tits and hurling insulting at her. Three more times, her assailants ignored her pleas, busting their nut, its thick spewed juice coating her insides down deep in her womb. Every effort she made to retreat to a place in her mind to be away from this place failed. Her body couldn’t get away, and her mind couldn’t free her. Nonetheless, Kristen was sure it couldn’t get any worse as the sixth man approached her. God was she was wrong. “That pussies gettin’ sloppy, man,” he said. “Flip that cunt over, ass in the air face down, bros. I gonna take me some brown eye.” Kristen’s eyes got huge as she realized what he meant. “No, oh god, no, please do not do that. Please, I beg of you, not that.” He laughed, and all the men in the bar joined him. Some of the began spurting cum from there cocks as they jerked off feverously to the woman’s distress. The men pulled Kristen off the table. Trying to fight, they were amused; the girl was no match for their strength. At last, the work of removing her clothing neared completion. Collectively three men wrenched her blouse and skirt from her. This left her only her bra, now crotch-less pantyhose and high-heels on her body. Turning her around, the men quickly forced her face down on the table. Feet still firmly planted on the floor, they forced her legs wide. Terror, her heart pounded, her chest heaved. They held her there, ass point toward whoever stood behind her, open wide by men pulling her cheeks apart. “My God, no, no, don’t fuck my ass. Please.” Her words, still broken from her heavy sobbing, fell on unsympathetic ears. She had allowed her husband to try anal sex with her one time. It had hurt too much. They quit before he had even entered her an inch. Although he was as gentle as he possibly could be. Kristen knew that the animal about to mount her wouldn’t consider being gentle. She knew it was a waste, but still, she begged. “Stacy girl, you bout ta get da bone in da dry hole. Here it come, payback, for every whitey bitch whats ever done me wrong.” “Don’t do this. Please … not this, honestly, I can’t take it. God, Please, please, don’t do this.” Kristen felt him move between her legs, felt him place his dick against her rectum. The only lubricant, cum which leaked from her pussy and dribbled across her ass as it ran down between her legs. “Gonna be a tight fight,” one of the men said, rubbing himself through his pants. “Yeah, brother, I’ll get lose for you,” the man said, pushing his bulbous head against the puckered hole. “Bitch don’t want this mofo in her.” Laughter filled the room. She felt him pressing against her, “Oh God, please don’t,” she felt his cock beginning to split her sphincter, “Don’t. Please don’t,” ripping, tearing, spreading the sphincter her ass tried to resist, it pushed back against the cock, but the pecker destroyed the resistance, slashing inside her deep, deeper still, he pounded inside her. “Muderfuck, it tight. Gonna break me some cracker ass.” “No, please, God, no.” Her voice was scratchy from all her begging and pleading. The feeling of him driving into her was so painful. He withdraws himself, only to plunge in even further inside her gunts, harder with anger and fury. She no longer screamed, she whispered. “Jesus, please stop, please just stop…” Kristen’s ass opened for him, and he dove the full length of his shaft deep into her bowels, pressing shit back inside her. It was useless; she just shut up and took it. He held himself inside her, impaling her on his cock, pressing as deeply as possible into her while gyrating against Kristen’s hips. He wanted to hurt this bitch as much pain as possible. “No more.” she murmured, “Please, no more. Oh, God, I can’t take this. Please, stop …” “Go, man, go. Fuck that whitey snob, good.” somebody yelled. The cum coated her insides, it ran from her, down the crack of her ass. They’d all cum inside her. They’d put their wicked, wretched sub-human seed inside her womb. Was she fertile? She couldn’t remember the cycle. Why had she yield to her husband’s wishes to stop using birth control she couldn’t have some half ape child. Kristen realized she was only a floor-show for these animals. Her shame increased with that realization. The onlookers were all jerking off or impatiently waiting for their turns. A live sex game show, Kristen could hear him, like an announcer. “Rastus come on down, you da next contestant on Demolish da Trixie ... Keyon gets ready, mutherfucker, you are up soon. Remember the prize is a white cunt. So, destroy her, right good.” Now the ass rape began in earnest. Her assailant withdrew his dick until nothing was left inside her but the head. He moved slowly for a moment, moving into her a new position. Withdrawing, the attacker lunged forward with force, driving himself into her with a vicious furry. Kristen shrieked, her head snapped back. The man kept thumping into her. Forceful driving his cock into her as fast, as hard as he could working out a long frustration, he held for with the wealthy, elite whites, that in his mind, oppressed him. Kristen felt as if her mind slipped away from her. She only wanted it to be over, to have this animal out of her. “Please,” she begged in a hushed husky voice, “please hurry. Please hurry. Please hurry.” Tears flooded down her face. “No, fucking way, bird shit, will I hurry,” he whispered into her ear, all the while hammering his fat cock inside her guts. He seemed to fuck her ass forever. Faster and faster, he drove himself into her. Forcefully he slammed into her ass. Finally, he came, spraying his cum deep inside Kristen’s entrails. Kristen sobbed as he withdrew from her. Then, to her horror, she felt a second one move between her legs. Well lubricated with the previous rapist’s cum, the next one had no difficulty entering Kristen’s asshole and driving into her. Kristen continued crying and begging, but it did no good. One after another, seven men fucked her in the ass, each shooting his cum into her bowels. Kristen had long since given up fighting. In shock, she laid on the table, her eyes closed. She only waited for it to be over, for the world to stop its wild spinning. Once they had all used her, they just threw the bitch onto the pool table and left lying there. She curled into the fetal position. Her emotions crushed; she whimpered, begging the men. “Please stop, please, please stop.” She had no idea how many times she had been rapped. In shock, Kristen laid there, not moving, terrified to do so. The men were at the bar, drinking and laughing. Her mind told her, ‘get up, run away.’ Her body simply refused to move. The pain and humiliation held her to the table like glue. She cried so hard the felt was wet where face lay against the table. Kristen had no idea how long she lay there before she heard one of them saying. “Shit, I think I’ll hit me some more of that poontang pie for dessert.” Kristen heard him coming toward her. Still, she lay there, not moving. The feeling of his hand on her shoulder sent shivers down her spine. Kristen didn’t resist as he rolled her onto her back. He climbed onto the pool table and knelt between her legs. She watched with a dazed expression as he undid his pants, pulling his dick into view. “No...” Kristen said softly as he lowered himself on top of her. Her voice hardly more than a whisper... “please, I’m begging you, no more. Please.” “Go to your happy place, cracker ho,” he said while he rubbed his big cock head over her pussy, smacking it against her getting himself nice and hard. “Think of nigger’s waiting on you hand-and-foot while I split you in half.” She felt him enter her, his weight crushing her to the pool table. He took a handful of hair, bending her head back, kissing her, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. His other hand fondled her breast under her bra. She felt him moving inside her, faster and harder, his ragged breathing filling her ears. He thrust harder as though he fucked with a purpose. Kristen closed her eyes tightly and whimpered as she felt him cum, depositing his load inside her all their nasty. This show aroused the others, and Kristen lay unresisting, staring at the ceiling and crying softly, while the other men again began taking turns on top of her. It started all over again. One by one, the men lined up and fucking her hard and deep. Fewer this time, but still there, they were taking turns at her. Intent on making her pay for all the perceived wrongs they had endured at the hands of white people. Seven men had finished using her. The eighth man climbed onto the table, and instead of moving between her legs, knelt over her chest. This brought Kristen out of her lethargic state, filling her with a new horror. “No. You can’t. I won’t let you,” Kristen hit the man, slapping him as hard as she could. “Grab her hands.” the new violater yelled as Kristen again fought. Two men ran up, one on each side of the table, and pinned Kristen’s wrists straight to her sides. Kristen kicked with her legs. Digging against the table with her high heels, she tried to move away from her assailant. She arched her back, snapping her head from side to side. First, her defiler slapped her face hard, grabbing the hair on each side of her head, he twisted until the shear pain of hair being ripped from her head, forced Kristen to shriek. This was what he waited for her mouth gaping wide open as she squealed; he jammed his dick inside her mouth. Kristen was once again helpless, her arms pinned to the table as she choked and gagged on the dick forced down her throat. As her rapist continued to fuck her in the mouth, Kristen kept trying to get away from him. Arching her back and digging her heels into the table, her hips moving back and forth as she tried to free herself. As the dick invading deep into her throat, she felt a second man move between her legs. She tried to scream as the second dick entered her pussy, driving into her without mercy. The thick prick that choked, filling her throat so much it prevented screaming. Kristen couldn’t believe that her pussy and mouth were violated at the same time. The man fucking her mouth began keeping his dick lodged in her throat. He held in position, deep down her throat, she couldn’t breathe. As she began to feel as if she were suffocating, she began fighting harder. Digging in her heels and flinging her hips wildly, an attempt to break free. This had the unintended effect of impaling herself on the enormous cunt abuser. Kristen moved about as if she were trying to give him the ride of his life. The woman felt the second man begin to cum inside her, thick, disgusting spurts of nasty goo. The one in her mouth drove as deep into her as he could and shooting cum down her throat. Kristen was choking, there was no choice other than to swallow his cum. As the depleted men climbed off Kristen, two more climbed onto the table. One knelt between her legs, and the other sat on her chest. Kristen tried to fight, but it was useless. She screamed, cried, and begged for mercy, but there was no mercy. Once again, she felt the cock of a rapist violating her throat, choking and gagging her, while a second drove himself into her pussy. Kristen lost track of how many times she this happened. They all attacked her repeatedly. She had no idea how many times people had cum inside her. She had no idea how many times people had cum in her ass. She had no idea how many times people had cum on her face or hair. Kristen completely lost track of time. Finally, after hours of abuse, the men, worn out and satisfied, returned to drinking. Her skirt, blouse, and panties gone, they pushed her purse into her hands. Dragging her by her hair, the first man, the one that barked at when she came in, shoved her out the door, and she landed unceremoniously on the grated drain. Wearing only her bra, remnants of pantyhose, and high heels, Kristen stumbled down the street towards her car. Reaching it, she pulled the keys from the clutch, unlocked the door, and Kristen climbed inside and locked the door. Collapsing onto the seat, Kristen laid there crying. She was still there when the police found her the next morning. It never cooled off that night. She lay there, cacked in cum, still filled with seed and blood, sobbing. Begging men that no longer were around her, no longer using her. Her mind cracked, she nonetheless felt the big pricks inside of her. Her husband wouldn’t ever touch her again, not that she’d want him to. She was worthless now, used by those … things. “Please, no more,” she murmured in a hushed voice as the cops finally got her out of her car. Placing her in the patrol car. One officer climbed in the back with her while the other got behind the while. Pulling away from the curb, the officer driving adjusted the mirror so he could see her. The other office yanked on her bra until it ripped off her body. “Dave, what the fuck are you doing?” The first officer asked. Dave clamped down hard on one of her tits, leering at her. “This whore is city councilman Edwards wife, you know the bastard that blocked our raises.” The cop said, milking on her tit hard. “Hank … pull into the alley between 16th and 17th at Claremore. We can be alone there and let her know how much we appreciated her husband’s position.” “This car 871 to any units in the vicinity of 17th and Claremore, code 18, 01, 16, 5,” he said. Every cop in the city knew they had some bitch for the taking — Code 18(R), 01(A), 16(P), 5(E), or RAPE was reserved for any time they had someone that deserved to be raped. From all over the city, the units started rolling toward the alley between 16th and 17th Streets on Claremore Drive. “Someone bring a turkey baster and vinegar, need to do some, cleaning here.” Between the calls of the other cars announcing they were responding and the way the cops were looking at Kirsten, she knew it wasn’t over, not yet. Her nightmare had just begun, there were at least 1400 cops on duty, and every one of them would take a turn, she just knew it. God, they were going to fuck her death. “We need to wash her cunt and ass out,” the officer next her said. “Ghetto juice is leaking from her.” “Yeah, theirs a tap, over yonder, with a hose,” the other cop said, getting out of the unit he turned on the water, while his partner drug the woman to him. He adjusted the nozzle to mist and sprayed over her body. The dried cum, rehydrated rolled off her body, the make, caked in streams from her tears washed away, leaving her flesh, wet but clean. Turning up the pressure, he adjusted the nozzle to hard spray. “Open them legs up, bitch,” he pushed the nozzle into her pussy; the water gushed into her, washing the cum from her. Then he thrust it into her ass. “I hope they get here soon,” one cop said as he pulled down his pants, his log of cock sprang free. “I want to tighten the bitches holes up before I rip her open.” She looked at his cock, bigger, fatter than any of the nigger’s dicks. Oh, shit, would it never end? |
Me and Niki met in 7th grade and became the best of friends by freshman year, we did everything together. Her family was well of and mine not so much, I quickly became a part of the family. All of our friends would make fun of us that we were lesbians cause we were always together. I though it was wierd, to be frank I like dick. She would always giggle and joke back ny saying "what if?" or slapping my ass. Both of us were very sexually active by freshman year. We went to alot of concerts and raves. We drank we did drugs we partied and we were a duo. I new she wanted me. I would spend the night all the time, when we would go to bed she would get undressed in front of me and want to cuddle, "heather the only way I can fall asleep when someone is in bed with me is if we cuddle." she would say wrapping her body tight against mine. She would intertwine her legs with mine, scooting my butt close up into the crevice of where her pussy was. She would wrap her arms around me, her breath on my neck and a hand on my hip bones, her fingers laying gently on my skin. Sometimes right before I would fall asleep I would feel her starting to grind her pussy against my ass. One night we snuck back in really late it was middle of freshman year and we just went to a warehouse rave. We had taken a nice amount of mushrooms and smoked alot of pot. We were trying to be quite but her older brother caught us and started making fun of us that we were lesbians and what not. Niki of course said so what and then just leaned in and kissed me. She slammed her body against mine pushing me against the wall, I herd her brother say something in the back ground and walk away laughing. I was lost. Her tongue was mashing with mine and her hands were all over my body. I had to break away "Niki please this isn't right, you know how I feel" I couldn't look at her. She grabbed me by the hand and led me upstairs. I wanted to, the drugs told me to, but mostly my body did, I could feel myself getting wet as we kissed. But I couldn't ruin things between us as friends. She opened the door and I went to put my stuff down. I turned around, she was locking the door and putting a towel under it "are we going to smoke?" I asked her thinking we would just go to bed. "no" she replied and went to her closet. I new things would get weird. She came out with three sets of handcuffs and was completely naked. "Niki.." she comes closer, her body is beautiful I have to admit. Her skin is a light creamy brown where mine is as porcelain as can be, she has a perfect hour glass frame where I'm alot more lanky and smaller. Her long dark brown hair is down and ends at the beginning of her butt. She has this look in her eyes I have never seen before, like she is about to gobble me up. "please stop being such a pussy heather, I have wanted this for too long, and you want this also. Nothing will change. Now please get undressed, the more you resist the meaner I will get" I'm so shocked I can't move, or maybe I was so horny I couldn't either way she shook her head and pushed me on the bed. She got on top of me and ripped my top of. "I have wanted to play with your tits for to long." she handcuffs my arms to the head board and starts to kiss my neck, rubbing her breasts against mine. She's about a DD cup and I'm a C, there was so much boob and she was giving me goose bumps from her kissing and nibbling my neck. She moved down lower, I have never had a girl even kiss me now one was sucking and biting my nipples. She started to kiss down my tummy to the top of my skirt, she started to peel my skirt off. "heather no panties?" I can only giggle. She hand cuffed my legs to the bed so they were spread open. I was so nervous, I had been eaten out before but never by a girl. I wanted it at this point " please Niki stop teasing me, I want you, eat me, please." " hahaha mmh you have to wait though like you made me wait." she was kissing my legs and circling her tongue so close to my pussy and then going back to my thighs. Finally her tongue hit my clit and I gasped in pure pleasure. "my god Niki more fuck me more" I couldn't stop repeating, I was getting so loud moaning and screaming for her. Her tongue was magic against my clit, she slid two fingers in me and started to pump. I could feel myself cuming all over her and she just buried her face deeper in me lapping up my juices. I was getting so loud that she covered my mouth with one of her hands. I cam twice within minutes it felt like. She got up and wiped her face on my tummy making my giggle. She went to her bedside table and got out her glass dildo, a ball gag and a paddle. "Niki please I can't handle anymore"" mmh that's why I got the gag for you baby" she started to undo the hand cuffs on my legs and hands. "flip over now heather on all fours"" please noo I can't handle anymore""do it or I will make you" So I do the smart thing and flip over, were the same height pretty tall, but she's way stronger. I get on all fours she handcuffs my hands again together so they are resting on my elbows. My legs are handcuffed and my on my knees. She puts the ball gag on me tightly. She's slapping ass hard with the paddle, I can feel it starting to sting on its own. She leans down to eat me out from behind, her tongue finding my butt, no one has ever done this to me, my god. She's eating me out and tweaking my nipples when I cum hard again. "oh baby you cum so much, its like your a perfect horny little slut" I'm moaning and gasping, but i can't scream because of the gag restricting me. She all the sudden shoves the dildo in me and a finger in my butt and starts to laugh, I'm moaning and thrusting into her. Hard and hard she push's in me and then the harder I cam. I could feel my cum dripping off the dildo as she pulled my head back by the gag and shoved it deep in me one more time "your such a good girl heather." and she took the gag off. I collapsed on the wet bed exhausted. She rolls a joint and we smoke it also change the sheets which I thoroughly soiled when I cam everywhere. We got back in the the freshly made bed naked and high. I got on top of her to cuddle"thank you Niki" "haha anytime any place just ask" I buried my face into her neck kissing her soft skin. Her skin tasted like cherries somehow and before I new it I was kissing lower to her breasts. Her nipples where a perfect dark pink, I nibbled sucked and licked them till there was bruising. Her moans made me quiver and get goose bumps "Niki?" "Heather go lower now, show me what your tongue can do." as she pushed me down to her golden pussy. She didn't have to tell me twice as I spread her wet lips apart exposing her small clit. I went it. Oh my god, she tastes like heaven. The louder she moans thrusts her hips into my mouth the more I want her. My tongue is exploring every inch of her pussy, her clit has gotten so swollen and she has cum dripping out of her hole. She's pushing my head further into her as she cums screaming out my name. All the sudden some one is clapping and Niki screams, I pick my head up from her delicious wet pussy to see her older brother Brian standing in the door way connecting there bathroom to each others room, he was smirking and clapping. |
My ex wife was very dumb when it came to scams. One day while walking out of the store. A black guy standing there said to her as she walked by. That she had a nice smelling perfume. She smiled and thanked him. He asked what kind it was. She stopped and told him what it was and he asked her if she would like to sample and maybe buy some new perfume. she hesitated breifly and he said its all half price or less. She agreed to check it out and followed him to the side of the store, where he opened his trunk and had 100's of bottles. He kept grabing different ones and opening them for her to smell. Then he grabbed one and told her I think you will love this one, its only $10. she agreed to smell it. as he lifted the bottle to her nose, his other hand grabbed the back of her head. It wasn't perfume, it was a bottle of either. As she felt her mind going blank, Her knees went weak and she lost her memory. Here as the guy made a signal to his partners. There slowly pulled up beside the guy and her in a conversion van. Another guy opened the side door and jumped out helping to grab my ex and place her into the van. One of the three guys closed the trunk of the car and jumped behind the wheel, to follow the van. Once at and unknown spot. the three black guys started undressing my ex. ripping her clothes off. As she started to awaken, one of them put a rag with either to her face again. Being week from the first time, She blacked out again. Now I have a 7 inch dick and she was always telling me it was too big for her. The first black guy had about 11 inches. as he tried to force it into her pussy. It was so tight that it was not going in her. so he had one of the other guys hold her legs up high into the air as he straddled her hips. as he forced his cock inside of her pussy, it started to rip the walls. He could only get a few inches inside of her at first. But after several minutes of thrusting into her pussy, He began to enter further and further. As he got almost all of his cock inside of her tight pussy. Her mouth opened in pain and one of the other black guys stuck his cock into her mouth. Here was like 13 inches being shoved into her mouth while 11 inches was banging into her pussy. This went on forat least 10 more minutes before he exploded into her pussy. He was laughing and joking with the others about how tight it was. About this time she started to awaken again with a horrorble headache from the either. she could still feel the big cock inside her pussy. And at that monment she knew she was being raped. But what she didn't know was what was to come. The guy with the cock in her mouth pulled it out and jumped ontop of her. She started to cry to please let her go. One of the guys told her in a laughing voice. we will when we are done with you bitch.As the second guy started to push it into her. His cock was a bit bigger and hurt more with the ripping it caused. She let out a scream and the thrid guy shoved his cock deep into her mouth. She tried to bite the cock in her mouth. So he shoved it into her throat, causing her to gag and she couldn't bite down on it. Now this cock was at least 18 inches. This guy laughingly said wait til I put this up your sweet ass bitch. Now at the same time the second guy is banging her pussy hard. Her pussy is beginning to get numb from the fuckings she has gotten so far. Not even 5 minutes later she can feel the gushing of cum into her pussy and she starts panicking, because she knows she can get pregnent easly. And she realizes that the first one must have cum in her also. About the time she is thinking about this she feels the hot gushing squrts filling her mouth and throat. Its gaging her with so much. She has never had a man cum in her mouth and it tastes nasty to her. she starts gaing more. The guy starts slaping her head and face telling her to swallow every drop of his cum. At this point she has no choise but to swallow it. As the guy fucking her pulls out she feels a big relief. The guy in her mouth tells her to keep sucking his cock for a few minutes. Thinking the ordeal is almost over, she complies with her three rapists. Here she is thinking she will be let go in a few minutes. Then the guy with the 18 inches pulls from her mouth and tells her he is going to fuck her now. She starts crying and begging him not to. He just laughs as the other two are laughing and saying baby we aren't close to being done with you yet. A fear comes crashing down on her, Not knowing what to expect next. The guy starts shoving his 18 inch cock inside of her. She begins to shake with the pain from this monster cock being forced inside of her once tight pussy. she lets out another scream not thinking what else could happen. As her scream is replaced by another huge cock in her mouth. All she can think of is the pain she feels from this cock ripping her pussy into. This big cock fucks her for around 30 minutes, before cumming inside her. With a cock in her mouth, she is wondering what could be next. He pulls it from her mouth and flips her over and says I'm going up inside you. As this sinks in her mind she is crying and begging like mad for them to let her go and she won't tell anyone. They all laugh at her and tell her to shut up or they will beat her badly and kill her. Then in an thrust she feels a finger up her ass. The guy used KY-jelly to greese up her anal canal, and thats when she really started screaming bloody murder. So the guy punched her in the head realy hard and told her to shut the fuck up Bitch. Her cries calmed down for a monment, Until he shoved his 11 inch cock into her ass. She began to screan and cry at the top of her lungs. One of the guys grabbed the either rag and held it to her face. She passed out again, while the three black guys took turns fucking her ass. At one point she started to awaken to feel more pain then she ever felt in her life with a big huge cock in her ass. the rag was placed in her face again. The three took turns ass fucking her because it was really a tight ass. I have tried several time with no luck to fuck her ass. she would never let me. So anyway, When she awokened next she was on her side with a cock in her pussy and her ass at the same time. She started crying and begging to be released again. When she felt a big cock being shoved into her mouth again. So now she has all three cocks inside her at once. this went on for several hours. Her pussy, Ass and mouth hurting from the fuckings she's gotten. At one point she knew the cock in her mouth was just in her ass a few monments before. She could taste the foulness. But she was giving no choise as to anything she could do about it. The three guys were taking turns with her ass, pussy and mouth. Just when she thought it was all over and she was going to be freed. They told her they had some friends that she might like. She could feel the van moving, But she was made to suck cocks all the ride. Then they put the rag to her face once again. When she awakened again. she looked around to see she was in a house. There were alot of guys there looking at her and some were smoking some kind of pipes. A bunch of guys held her down on the floor, while one guy shoved a needle into her arm. It felt warm and wonderful, Then she started throwing up. In her mind she was thinking that they shot her up with some kind of drug. as it went through her body making her relax and feel wonderful. She felt more cocks being shoved inside of her every holes again. Cock after cock in her mouth, ass and pussy. sometimes it was one at a time and other times it was two and three at a time. For the next three days They were sticking the needle in her arm and giving her some kink of drug. And at that point she was feeling all wonderful and didn't care who fucked her. She laid there in the middle of the room on a matress being fucked over and over. It seemed like a lifetime to her and that it would never end. She had so many cocks shoved down her throat, that linda lovelace from deep throat couldn't keep up with. And you can open her legs and see a hole in her ass and pussy the size of half dolars. I bet you she will never agree to be so trusting ever again. By the way she had triplets from all this. The kids were 2 black ones and one looks spanish. I'm not going to tell youhow they turned out. But now she hangs out in Bars where they play country music and gets drunk and gang banged almost every weekend. I see her every now and then and get my fucks in too. |
Chap 2 Our sex life was reborn after that first night with Kevin. Tara asked me about it. “Are you ok that another guy fucked me?” “Absolutely honey, it was incredible. Deep down we still are the two in this marriage, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy sex. Plus, that giant cock was able to please you more than I could with my average one. And he sure pleased me with that thing.” Tara asked “I hope I didn’t say anything mean to you while it was happening.” “Tara, during sex, things are done and said as part of the act, they don’t actually mean anything. When you say things like that it actually adds to the fun, and I would love if you would increase it.” “Increase?” she said. “Yes, when you are looking things up, lookup BBC cuckold, humiliation, denial, edging, sissy, and mistress.” I told her. She typed them into her computer to research and I went to work. The rest of the week was pretty normal, we went on with our lives, had some regular sex but nothing kinky. Friday came and I got home from work to find Tara in a black corset and thigh high boots. “Welcome home.” She said. “Thanks honey you look amazing!” She walked over and grabbed my balls hard, squeezing them so I winced. “You will call me Mistress, or be punished, you worthless limp dick faggot. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress!” I cried and she released my balls. “Go shower” she said “and shave your body.” I said yes Mistress and went upstairs, hopped in the shower and began shaving. Tara appeared a few minutes later as I was finishing my chest. “Give me the razor.” She said and began shaving me. Normally I keep my cock, balls, and chest shaved but Tara was doing everything. She started at my neck and worked all the way down to my feet, even getting my ass crack. I was so smooth, it was incredible. “Bend over slut.” Tara said, and I complied. She then pushed a shower enema plug inside me and turned it open. My colon started filling with warm water. It felt good at first but soon the pressure was building. MY stomach was full and sticking out like I was 4 months pregnant. I was moaning from the pressure but she didn’t care, she would just say “stop moaning like a whore.” Finally she turned off the water. As she removed the enema plug she immediately pushed a larger plug inside me. It was pretty big and stretched me as it went in, once it was in my ring locked tight around it. Tara then began pumping it up, Making the part inside me wider and wider, ensuring the water didn’t leak out. When she was satisfied she removed the pump and the plug stayed firmly in, no leaks. She said to dry off and meet her by the mirror. With the towel around my waist and my cramps beginning I waddled over to her. “No, no. That’s not how you wear a towel little bitch, here.” She took it off me and wrapped it around my body so it covered my nipples. “There, that’s how girls wear a towel.” “Yes Mistress” I replied. “Now we have to make you pretty.” Tara said and opened up her makeup box. She applied foundation, eye shadow, mascara, and of course some bright red fuck me lipstick. I turned to the mirror when she was done and saw this slutty looking sissy staring back at me. “Time to get dressed slut.” She said and lead me to the bedroom. I was cramping pretty good and wanted to expel the water from me, but the plug held it tight. My stomach was sticking out a lot more than normal and I moved slowly to the bedroom. “What’s the matter? Too much water?” she asked as she came over and started pushing on my stomach. I groaned and tried to move away but she quickly grabbed my balls and pulled me to her. “Never pull away from me you worthless cum dumpster!” “yes Mistress!” I cried and she released me. Laid out on the bed was my clothes, and something else which Tara grabbed first. “seeing as you are the bitch and how much you love to please me, you are going to wear this.” It was a chastity device. “Put it on” she said. “Yes Mistress. I put it on and she handed me the lock, forcing me to lock myself away. She had the key on a necklace. This device was metal, with a hole to pee from, and it separated each ball from each other. It was very tight, there was no way I was getting a boner now. “Now that you are locked up, we can empty your fuckhole.” And we made our way to the tub. I thought to myself, wow she has really gotten into this.” “Get in the tub, turn, and bend over.” I did and she connected the pump to the plug and slowly let the air out, I could feel it getting smaller. She disconnected the hose again and told me to take it out. I squatted and reached back to remove the still large plug. I was tough to pull it out and it stretched me really wide, but as soon as the widest part was out, it was all over. It came out quick, followed by a LOT of shitty water It sprayed all over my legs and the cramps were so intense, my body forcing all the water out, and trying to force more after the water was gone. Once it was done, I turned the water on to rinse the shitty water off my self, then grabbed a towel and put it on properly, as I was showed, the whole time careful of my makeup. Tara was waiting for me in the bedroom to continue with my getting dressed. First came a set of black stockings and a garter, then a fairly short plaid skirt, a water bra that made me look like I had some pretty big tits, a white button up shirt, and black heels. She somehow figured out my sizes and bought all this stuff this week. She topped it off with a brown wig to complete my sissy outfit. Then came instruction in how to walk in heels, learning to move my hips. “Don’t worry slut, we won’t go outside like this…..today.” and she laughed. “From now on, when you are not at work, you will be dressed in sissy clothing, we will buy a lot, you will grow your hair so you won’t need a wig, and you will always put your face on in this house. You must remain pretty. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress.” I said, then we went downstairs for dinner. After dinner, while I was doing the dishes, part of my new duties, there was a knock at the door. “That’d be dessert, I’ll get it, you finish your work.” Tara said. I continued to clean dishes and the kitchen. Tara answered the door and in walked Kevin and one of his friends. “Good finally some men in this house!” They immediately grabbed her and tossed her on the couch, pulling their monster cocks out, Kevin’s 10 inches and the other guy, Doug, had a massive 12 inches of length. Tara began sucking Kevin and stroking Doug. I came in to see what was happening and Tara screamed at me “Finish your chores you useless sissy!” I turned and went back to the kitchen. They began spit roasting Tara, Doug trying to fit in her pussy and Kevin in her mouth, her screams and moans of pleasure cutting into me. I wanted to be there with her, please her, please her friends. But she was enjoying the dicking of a lifetime, and I was washing dishes. Tara must’ve been on her 6th orgasm already when she climbed off of the two black gods and came to the kitchen. “Hey slut, I’m taking a break, you need to keep the men entertained. I have told them that there are no limits, they may do anything to you they have ever dreamed of. Don’t forget to be a sexy girl, you are no longer a man, men get erections and tell women what to do, and you clearly can’t do either.” “Yes Mistress” and I walked into the living room. There stood the two men who were just fucking my wife, and they looked hungrily at me. I got on my knees and crawled to them, staring up at them, their huge poles coming closer to my face. Kevin said “Damn, this bitch went all out today Doug. Last time he just kinda joined in, now he’s all dressed up.” My mouth was open and Kevin took it. He rammed his BBC deep in my throat, choking me. He pulled back and tried again three times, finally getting all the way in. I gagged and choked and then it happened. I puked. All over his glorious cock. It spilled out past my lips and ran down my clothes. He continued to hold me on his cock the whole time. I woke up with my heels off, wig off, and lying on the couch with my head hanging off the edge. Kevin began to throat fuck me again, my legs were held up and the massive foot-long dragon was being positioned against my asshole. I was worried about lube, but remembered I was stretched out earlier by Tara and it seemed they had scooped up a bunch of my puke and rubbed it into my asshole. The dick pushed against my hole. I grabbed the back of Kevins legs to steady myself, his meaty dick probing my throat again and again, my tongue began to dance around his cock. The head broke through, this was a big dick! He began pushing slowly. I heard Tara say, “Just ram it home, that slut will take whatever you want.” And with that he rammed it home. Kevin pushed his cock all the way in my throat as I tried to scream. Both dicks were balls deep in me, spit roasting me. Kevin pulled out so I could breathe a second and Doug began to pound my hole. He was ruthless, immediately going full speed, as hard and deep as he could. Tara laughed. “Enjoying your little slut boys?” She asked. “This slut is gonna be hurting when we’re done” Doug replied. The incredible men both pulled out of me, and switched places. Kevin pushed easily into my open gaping asshole, and Doug began to fill my mouth. I greedily licked his cock, cleaning my ass juices off of it, tasting my puke from before. He kept feeding it into my throat, going deeper than Kevin, forcing me to puke all over myself, it pouring all over my face and his balls. That encouraged him. He began long slow throat fucking me getting as deep as possible each time, causing my throat to contract and whole body to tense up, this drove their cocks wild. They were both getting close to cumming, moaning, their cocks throbbing. Then they both pulled out, put me on my knees and told me to clean their dicks off. I wiped my face the best I could, my makeup no longer looking pretty. And began using my tongue to clean their dicks. I cleaned them the best I could, ensuring all ass and puke was off of them, hoping for their cum to fill my mouth. But they didn’t cum. Once clean, they left me and went upstairs where Tara was waiting for them on the bed. Kevin went first, fucking Tara’s pussy. She screamed with orgasm after orgasm as his long thick piece of meat stretched her pussy and filled it. He bent her over and rammed deep in her twat. She loved doggystyle the best, and Kevin went hard on her. His balls slapping into her pussy, her perfect DDs bouncing everywhere. He sped up, beginning to moan, Tara reached back and rubbed his huge black balls. Kevin rammed his immense dick home and screamed as his precious cum filled my wife. Tara came again as she felt his hot cum filling her. She collapsed onto the bed keeping her hips up to not let the cum out. She told Kevin “Please send Sarah in here.” Kevin came downstairs and said “Sarah, get your bitch ass upstairs you tiny dick cum bucket.” I took it that I was now “Sarah” and did as I was told. I came into the bedroom and there was Tara, servicing Doug’s enormous tool with her tongue. She turned to me and said “Clean my pussy Sarah.” I dove right in. My tongue immediately probing her delicious pussy, sucking Kevin’s seed out of her, and gulping it down, she continued to suck Doug’s exquisite member. “That’s enough Sarah, you can go stand in the corner.” I pulled my tongue and went and stood in the corner watching Doug begin to fuck my wife. “Gimme that giant black dick!” she said and Doug put her legs up by her shoulders and began forcing that cock inside her, she came instantly. She was stretched so far open and he barely had 2 inches in her. He pushed and pushed, it seemed like it was a never ending cock. Tara was screaming in pleasure, Doug talking about how useless I am and that the white bitch needs a real cock. He was fucking her now, impaling that thick piece of meat deep inside her again and again. Tara couldn’t stop cumming, and was now squirting everywhere. Her tight twat was gripping Doug’s cock and he was going to cum soon. Tara wrapped her legs around his waist and said “fill me with your hot black cum!” Doug pumped hard and drove it balls deep as he came, coating her insides with the hot sticky goodness. He pulled out and Tara raised her hips again to keep it in. Doug beckoned me over and put me on my knees “Clean me bitch” I eagerly did. Licking his and Tara’s cum off his mighty rod, cleaning his balls, even giving his sweaty crack a good wash. He then grabbed my balls, squeezed them hard and dragged me over to the bed. “Lie down” Tara said. I lay face up and she squatted over me, cum starting to drip on my face. She bared down and with a “plop” She pushed all the cum out and sprayed my face with it. “Don’t touch it”, Tara said, “let it dry on you”. So I’m lying there, face covered in cum, cock and balls still in the chastity device. Tara says “open and raise your legs” Which I do. She then begins to pinch, slap, squeeze, smack, and otherwise torture my balls, all the while using her other hand to lube my ass up. I keep my hands to the side for fear of what she would do if I try to protect myself. She quickly works four fingers inside me, and begins pursuing the fist. She eases up on my balls and her fist pops in. “My, you have a hungry faggot ass.” She says as she begins pushing deeper. “You must really wish you could cum, or even get hard, but only men can do that, and you are a little sissy slut. Taking it up the ass from real men, their cum on and in you, and now a whole fist in your boy pussy. You know, we may, well I may, be able to make some money off this situation. I could whore you out, or both of us. You would clean me if I’m cum in, or you could be the plaything. A guy or guys would show up, pick you or me. Fuck. And leave. There would be rules for me, but they could do anything they want to you.” She was up to the elbow inside me now, and beginning to pump her fist in and out, working up to punch fucking my ass. She punch fucked me for 10 minutes, all the while I moaned and groaned like a whore, still wearing my stocking and garter and skirt. Pre-cum was oozing out of me but I couldn’t get hard or cum. Tara would punch my nuts or bite one here and there while stuffing my ass, ensuring I didn’t get too worked up. I moaned and begged for release but she wasn’t having it, eventually removing her hand and shoving a large plug in my ass to keep it stretching. “I’m done with you tonite, Sarah. Go sleep on the couch with your ass filled, the men will sleep with me.” I went downstairs, with very blue balls, and slept on the couch, dried cum all over my face. Though there wasn’t much sleeping happening. Tara and the men were going at it all night. |
The Island Part Two I somehow fell asleep, between the hard palm next to me and Josh to my left, I fell asleep. When I woke up, it wasn’t raining anymore. The sun was just starting to rise on the horizon. Josh was still sleeping next to me. His head was resting next to the palm on his side. The mark on his face was getting better and seemed to fade a little bit. The beach was beautiful. If I wasn’t stranded here, I might have enjoyed a vacation here I thought to myself. I turned to Josh and lightly pushed him against the arm. He woke up suddenly looking alarmed. “Wha.. Oh.. Sorry… Bad dream.” He wiped his eye and looked at me. “Guess the rains gone. Can’t believe we fell asleep and for the whole night at that.” He said while getting up. At the mention of for the whole night, I felt my back muscles ache. Sleeping next to a palm tree is no easy task and I think I might have fallen asleep on Josh last night. The feeling of guilt and shame washed over me and I quickly turned my attention to Josh again who was now looking around for something. “You know… We will have to go into this forest area. That’s if you want to find food that is or even just water.” He half smiled at me. I suddenly realized how starving I was. I looked at the forest. It was dense and made me a bit uneasy as I was never a big fan of spiders, but the hunger I was feeling was driving me to go in. We started walking into the forest from where the two palms gave us shelter last night. The sound of the ocean quickly disappears as you go deeper and you start hearing birds and… Is that… Water? We both stopped instantly trying it hear where it comes from. Right ahead of us. We started running towards it. We were getting closer. Paradise. The first word that came into my mind when the area all of a sudden opened up. A rock face of about fifty meters complete with waterfall dropping down into a crystal-clear pool. I don’t know how long we stood there in awe, but was suddenly pulled out of my trance when Josh spoke. “Wanne jump in?” He asked while not even waiting for a reply and started taking his shirt off. I pulled my shirt over my head and was surprised to see Josh taking his pants off as well. I thought nothing of it and did the same. He climbed on some of the rocks to dive in. I couldn’t help but look at his body standing there naked. He was golden tanned with a really well defined body. My eyes moved down to his dick. It was about five inches uncircumcised and not even hard. “Why are you looking at his dick?!” I thought to myself and quickly turned my direction to the water. How inviting the water seemed. There was a huge splash and Josh disappeared beneath the water. Here I am standing in my underwear, as I didn’t have the nerve to remove it, trying to decide where I should jump in. “Holy shit man! The water is awesome. It’s cold from the waterfall, but in the pool the water feels warm.” He said as he was swimming around. I jumped in the water and was surprised as how warm the water felt. I opened my eyes as I was going in the water deeper. You could see everything. The water was as clear as glass. I saw Josh on the other side of the pool waving his arms around to stay afloat. My eyes stopped at his dick again. Why do I keep looking at it? Is it because he was well endowed that I was feeling a little bit jealous? I quickly started swimming up again to catch some fresh air. The place seemed so magical. There were no fish in the pool, but there were nests on the side of the rock face and the entire forest was alive with the sounds of birds chirping. Green trees and leaves as far as you can see. We both just swam around and admired everything from interesting flowers and sounds of different birds. I felt like everything that happened was washing away. The warm water was causing me to feel very relaxed. Josh got out the pool and started walking towards the edge where some thick trees were grouped together. I could see his butt was not as tanned as the rest of his body. I was just about to call out to him when he didn’t come back a minute later when I heard his voice. “Dude! You hungry?!” He yelled and emerged from the trees holding a huge banana stem. I couldn’t help but started smiling. He broke two off and beckoned me to come and have some. I swam to the edge and he handed me one. We both ate about three Bananas each and tossed the peels towards the trees. “We will have to make do with these for now. Don’t know what else there might be in the forest.” He said as he put the rest of the stem down of the floor. I was still in the pool and I could help but wonder how he was so comfortable with his nudity. I don’t think I would have been naked in the pool even if I was lane here. I kept trying to avoid my gaze on his dick, which kept swaying around as he walked. “I think we should explore a bit and we need to make a better shelter than that piss poor excuse of a thing we made yesterday.” And we both started laughing. I got out the water and immediately felt the colder air of the forest clamp down on my skin. It made my nipples stand erect and I shivered. I was glad to see him putting his clothed back on and I did the same. We found our way back towards the beach. -Two Days Later- The little make shift shelter we build was getting more and more homelike every day. Josh really knows how to work with his hands and the shelter quickly turned into a small little house. A one room house, but it kept us safe from the elements. We used mostly palm leaves for the roof and bamboo for the walls. We found large suitcase the day before and it had loads of clothes and best thing ever. The person packed a blanket in the case. So now at night we lay the blanket down on the leaves that we are using as a floor, since we both got tired of the sand, and sleep on it. Never thought jackets could make such nice pillows. On the third night Josh caught two huge fish on the beach with a spear he made out of wood. I started a fire (thank God there was a lighter in the one case) and prepared the fish on some wood. I used to go fishing with my dad when I was young and knew how to cut them and remove everything. That night we really got to know each other since we talked for hours. The fish tasted amazing as it could possibly taste with no seasoning to put on them, but after three days of just bananas we ate like kings. “Do you think we will ever be rescued?” I longingly asked while looking at the millions of stars above us again as I usually do when my mind wanders. “Hard to say. I’m not even sure they are looking for us…” He said while looking at the fire. His eyes caught mine and quickly smiled. “They may find us soon yeah. I mean there is a huge sign made of leaves on the beach that says help.” We both started laughing at the hopelessness of the idea that some ship might come past and see the sign we worked over three hours to put up, but somehow the laughter died out quickly and I found myself looking at the stars again while the fire kept us warm. “Let’s go get in the pool again.” He said while looking me dead in the eye. “What? Its pitch black in there. We can get lost or trip over something and die. “I exclaimed horror struck at the idea. “No man! I know how to get there with my eyes closed.” He said while jumping up as if we clearly just made the best decision yet. He came over and grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “Come. We will be fine and the warm water sounds very appealing to my skin right now.” He laughed. I felt my heart bead start to race from the idea of going in there at night and not knowing where to walk. He was in front of me the whole way and kept making sure I was ok. The forest sounded so quiet. Like everything was turned off with a switch. I started hearing the waterfall in the distance and knew we were getting close. Bam! I fell face first into the ground after my foot hooked on to an exposed tree root. I could feel the pain rush from my ankle. It sprained and the pain was like a knife driving its way inside to the bone. “Ouch fuck!” I yelled out loud as I turned over to try and see my foot. “I’m so sorry! Are you ok?? I forgot to mention that some of the roots here are out.” He said as he quickly rushed to my side and looked at my foot. “Yeah I’m ok. I think I just sprained my ankle.” I replied while feeling the side of my foot. In one fluid motion, he picked me up. “Whoa!” I yelled loudly not expecting it. “Don’t worry. We’re like fifty meters away from the pool and you really are not that heavy anyway. Besides… It’s my turn to save you.” Even though I couldn’t see, I knew he was smiling to himself. I felt the warmth of my face going up and knew I was blushing. I’ve never been picked up like this. Kind of made me feel vulnerable. We reached the pool and I could tell he was getting a little bit tired from carrying me. He was breathing a lot faster and heavier now. “Ok we made it. Phew. I take it back. You are heavy.” And he started laughing. “Well it’s your fault I can’t walk right now anyway.” I grumpily replied. I removed my shirt and he took off every piece of clothing he has on again. I could only see the outline of his body as it was pitch black. The clearing above the pool was only letting in the light from the stars. “Here let me help you.” And he helped me up so I could take off my shorts. This proved more difficult than it sounds as I had to hold on to him and try and remove my shorts. Next thing I know he had his hands on my waist and pushed two fingers on each side of the waistband. “Wait… Don’t remo..” But in one fluid motion he took both my shorts and underwear off. “Don’t worry man. It’s dark here and it’s not good for you to walk around in wet underwear anyway.” He said as he pulled my legs out of the holes in the shorts. I felt myself going three shades redder in my face. I was fully exposed now and just wanted to get in the water to hide myself. He helped me walk to the edge let me go. There was a huge splash of water as he jumped in ahead of me. I leaned forward and basically fell into the water. The warm feeling of the water swept over me again and I loved the feeling everywhere on my body. I pulled myself up again, but staying afloat on the water proved challenging. Since my foot ached every time I moved it. I could feel myself going down every time I stopped paddling with my arms and one leg. I was just about to mention that I might drown tonight, when Josh’s arm reach for me and I hold onto him. He was paddling with his two feet to keep himself up and I placed both my hands on his muscular arms to keep myself from going down again. “Thanks” I said in somewhat relief, but started feeling a bit awkward as we were both naked and he was just mere inches from my body. “Don’t worry about it.” He said and I could hear a distinct tone difference in his voice. I looked up at the stars again. Trying not to catch his eye. There was a weird feeling building up in my chest. Like a magnetic attraction towards him. I wanted to get out and move away from him. I wanted to…. But he moved his right hand away and I felt his hand touch my chin. He pulled me down to look at him. I could just see the reflecting light beam off his eyes. He was getting closer to me. Was he really going to do what I think he was? “I’m not gay.” I thought to myself, but the attraction in my chest was burning. I could feel every nerve in my body pulsing. His lips touch mine ever so softly. I could feel myself burning with desire. I lightly pushed my lips back against his. I felt the warmth of his breath of my face. I could feel him getting closer to me. He opened his mouth slightly and I felt his tongue looking for mine. I open a little to let him enter me. Our tongues made contact and he pulled me in one hard pull against him. He placed both his hands against my back to try and pull me closer to him. I have never felt this before in my life. I wanted him to kiss me harder and deeper. I could feel his every muscle tense as he holds on to me. I open my eyes wide when I felt his erection press against my skin. It was like a bell went off in my brain and I pulled away from him. “I’m sorry… I don’t know if I can do this.” I said while backing away from him and started swimming towards the edge. “Wait. You won’t be able to get out with that leg.” He said and grabbed my hard to pull me back. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean this and I don’t blame you for freaking out. Please… I won’t kiss you again. Just stay a little longer.” He begged me and I could hear the pleading in his voice. “It’s not the kissing that really bothered me. I don’t know why, but what we just did was the most amazing feeling in my whole life. Every cell in my body wants you to kiss me again and I don’t know why I am feeling like this. I have never kissed a guy before or even thought about it.” I said while grabbing onto his arm again for support. “I just don’t know if I can do what you want… or expect from me.” I said while looking at his eyes and seeing the stars in them. He moved forward towards me again and kissed me very lightly on the lips and pulled away again. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. It was like I was taken over by this huge urge inside me. Every time I looked into your eyes I could feel myself getting weak in my stomach. It’s like you have this spell over me.” He said while still waving his legs around to keep us both afloat. “I would never want to hurt you and would do everything to try and make you happy. Please just stay a little longer with me.” He asked and pulled me towards him again. He placed both his arms around me and kissed me lightly on my forehead then pulled me in against him. I turned my head and looked at the stars again. Part Three to follow soon if the story gets good votes. Please vote guys :) keeps me motivated to continue |
Life was good before lockdown, so let’s talk about those times. Go drinking with the friends, find someone in the bar, get drunk, flirt, make out, bang, and wake up in the morning feeling shitty yet satisfied. Find your way home and spend the whole day lazing around. There used to be a time when I complained about this all the time because of the toll it took on the next day. Nonetheless, I found myself in the bar yet again with a few friends. It was just another night, and I had Priya, Avni and Ethan to accompany me. We got to this pub at around 10 in the night, and there was a waiting. It was ladies night at that bar afterall, so we decided to wait. We’d all dressed up and finding another bar at that time didn’t make any sense. I’d decided to on wearing a black mesh halter bandage dress along with sleek black pumps and was feeling pretty good about myself. We stood outside smoking while Ethan started telling about how he had met this girl recently and that she seemed like a psycho. We all decided to indulge him and get the juicy details out of him. That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw damn pretty girl smiling at me. I thought I knew her from somewhere, expecting she’d introduce herself. “Can I borrow a lighter?”, She asked. Having borrowed a lighter ourselves, I gave her my cigarette to light hers. She took her time while I kept staring at her. Thankfully there was a bright light in the waiting area and it was quite obvious that she was beautiful. She was wearing a nice white and khaki grid quarter sleeves off the shoulders romper jumpsuit with a nice pair of white sneakers. Her hair was tied up in a nice bun and she had a I’m sexy and I know it vibe around her. Her pecan brown skin was flawless and smooth to look at which had kind of a tan shade to it which just made her look gorgeous. She was probably in her late twenties, lean and about my height at 5’5” with some really nice breast. The off shoulder dress showed off a nice cleavage and left a lot for imagination. She had some nice round eyes and a tiny nose which made her look kind of like Tessa Thompson (She played Brunnhilde/Valkyrie in the Avengers). Yes, I’ve liked some girls in the past, but this girl was really something. “Here you go. Thank you!”, she said while handing my cigarette back. “Yeah, welcome! See you on the dance floor.” I don’t even know why I said that I’d see her on the dance floor! It just came out. I felt overwhelmed and wanted to not just say you’re welcome. While I was regretting the words that I had blurted out, she narrowed her eyes and with a sly smile on her face, she replied, “Can’t wait”. She kept smiling as she turned around and walked away towards her friends. I stood there still for a second before turning back to face my friends with obvious smitten look on my face. I don’t know why I tried to hide it, but it was more than obvious. ‘What was that?’ asked Avni. ‘What?’ I played innocent. ‘THAT!’, repeated Priya. ‘WHAT? I gave her a light’, I defended myself for no reason. ‘You know that we know you are bi right?’, confirmed Ethan. ‘Yeah, she’s just too cute right?’ I confessed. ‘She’s REALLY hot’, Priya agreed. ‘Exactly! I don’t know why I said I’d see her on the dance floor! I don’t know if I’m going to dance in these heels. Should’ve worn sneakers like her and something to go with that so I could dance.’ ‘Chill, first we need to get inside. The other problems will be dealt with later.’ Ethan came in with the reality check. ‘Just check with him na’, asked Avni. Ethan went on to ask the guy at the entrance and waved us over. Ah! Finally. I was starving. We got in and sat at the table ordered some food and drinks and got back to having our conversations. It was a long time that we four hadn’t met and it was a good time. I had just finished my second long island iced tea and was feeling the buzz quite strong. The music was really loud and having strained our throats to the limit we decided to hit the dance floor. After having danced for a few minutes, Avni decided that she wanted to have a smoke break. I told her I’d join her and followed her to the smoke room in the corner. Just as we walked in, the first person I noticed was the same girl who I’d met outside! She was alone for some reason, and smiled at me as soon as she saw me. I couldn’t help smiling back at her and I nudged Avni to follow me as I walked towards the girl. ‘Hi! I need to borrow a light.’ I had my line ready. ‘Sure.’ She held out her cigarette smiling. ‘I’m Vedika, this is Avni’ I introduced us, as Avni waved a ‘hi’. ‘Hi, I’m Mira. That’s a really nice dress’ ‘Oh thanks. I love your outfit.’ She said. We shared the smoke and giggled few things that I don’t exactly remember. Apparently she was the only smoker in her group which is why she was alone there. We started bobbing to the beats as soon as we stepped out of the smoke room. ‘Let’s get you on the dance floor.’ said Mira as she held my hand and led me. I had a quick glance at Avni and she gave me cheeky smile and shook her head. I felt my cheeks getting red as I followed Mira. We started dancing and moved close to each other. We were dancing really close and she put her hands on my hips started to mirror my movement. It was getting steamy with both of us dancing close. We danced with each other for some time attracting some nasty looks from all around. ‘I need booze!’, I screamed amidst the chaos. ‘Let’s go to the bar counter.’ She replied. ‘Shots?’ I asked. ‘Sure!’ she replied We had three tequila shots back to back at the counter before heading back to the floor. At this point my head was spinning slightly and it was a nice high that I was in. Mira was again dancing close to me and she turned and pressed her butt against me. She was grinding against me as I leaned over her shoulder ruffling through her hair. At this point, I was super turned on I wanted her bad. I held her hand and led her towards the ladies washroom. We both entered the washroom and thankfully it wasn’t that full. There were only couple of ladies and one left as soon as we entered. There were total of four stalls and I walked into one and left the door open. Mira held back and saw the other lady leave and entered my stall locking it as she got in. I just couldn’t hold myself and I pounced on her. Before anyone of us knew what was going on, we both were kissing fervently. It just seemed as if we both were waiting for this moment. I ran my hand through her hair and rested it on her neck and pulling her close with my other hand on her waist. She had both her hands on my breast and she was sizing them up as we kissed. Her lips were soft and it felt like I was longing for them. We were kissing passionately as if we were long lost lovers who saw each other after a decade. Our hands moved over each other’s bodies, exploring and feeling every inch of it. She cupped my breast and slid her hand inside the bandage feeling my nipples and started pinching them slowly. I was getting weak in my knees and getting wet as well. She took her right hand and ran it through my hair while pressing harder on my lips. It was all of a sudden when she grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled my head out of the kiss with dominance. I was surprised yet pleased and let out a moan, ‘yeah, keep doing things like that’. A devilish smile appeared across her face and she slapped my cheek once and asked, ‘You like this?’ ‘Yes please.’ I said as I felt heartbeat and excitement rising. She slapped me once again and pulled me close to her and started kissing again. Her hand went on to the two straps on my boobs and she pushed them aside to pop my breast out. Pushed me against the sidewall and bent to kiss my boobs. She fondled with them with both hands as she licked and kissed my nipples. Her kisses turned into bites and nibbles and her hands were now slapping the other breast. It was getting ecstatic as I stood with my hands on her head pulling her close to me. I was loving every second of it. She switched biting to the other boob and slid her hands to pull my dress from below above my hips revealing my panty which was soaking wet by now. Her hands grabbed my ass as she bit my nipple. She squeezed my ass and slid a hand inside my panty. The touch of her fingers against my pussy made me shiver. She was in no way gentle about it as she started rubbing hard and moved from biting my nipple to biting my neck. I was moaning and breathing hard as I couldn’t help but love every moment of it. Her finger slid inside me and I suddenly felt my knees crumble. I had to grab hold of the door and the wall to prevent myself from falling down as I let out a gasp of air. She grabbed my throat while fingering me and choked me slightly. I was over the moon at this point when her second finger slid inside me and she was going in deep. She hadn’t taken off her ring and I was feeling it against my pussy but I was too intoxicated to even complain. Her lips moved on to kiss my neck and then my ears as she whispered, ‘You’re mine’. ‘Yes!’ was the only word I could manage to speak at that moment. She took out her fingers and put them in my mouth as I kept on licking them. The smell of my pussy was quite strong and I could taste all my juices all over her fingers. I hadn’t ever tasted myself this way and it was ecstatic. She moved away from me and unzipped her romper. It came off pretty easily and to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. No panties or pasties on her boobs. Her breast looked amazing and she had a small cute landing strip above her pussy. She hung her dress on the hook behind the door and pulled me close. We were kissing again and I was feeling her soft skin all over. She had a unique scent which made her even more desirable. She grabbed my hair again and pushed me down. She kept her one leg on the pot to support herself. I got down on my knees and positioned myself to lick her up as I couldn’t wait anymore. Her pussy was dripping wet and I just shoved my face in it. Her lips were distinctive and I started playing with them using my tongue. It was time for her to moan as she pushed my head harder into her pussy and started moving her hips. I was slurping all her juices and I slid a finger. She let out a loud moan as I started finger fucking her hard. She was heaving heavily now and moving her hips faster on my face. Her juices were all over my face now till my nose. Her rhythm started to increase and I quickened my pace of fingering as well. I felt her body tense for a few moments before easing and she crumpled to the ground next to me. We both were on our knees on the floor as we kissed each other. She licked my face and we were now both smiling at each other and giggling softly. Just then we heard the washroom door thud loudly and a bunch of girls walked in laughing and giggling loudly. It was our cue to get out of there. We stood up and wiped each other’s faces with our hands. I grabbed her romper and gave it to her. There was a banging on the door which I was expecting. ‘In a minute!’ I shouted and I could hear the other girl giggling outside. We both took our time to get properly dressed and kissed each other one last time before we walked out together. We got some weird looks from the girls, but we were too high literally and emotionally to even care. After having fixed our look in the mirror, we walked out of the washroom. |
Jock Tales Me and Mrs. Jones--- Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones---we got a thing---goin on. Well, actually it was Mrs. Clark. She lived over on the west side, in a semi uppety neighborhood. Mark had called and asked if I would like to come with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few bucks, and of course we could swim a while while we were there. I said ya, sounded great. We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to work. Mrs. Clark wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, so after we were finished with the work we started doing some laps in the pool. And then just generally horsin around. Mark complimented me on my awesome bod—he said for just 15, I had a great 6 pac, and it was looking like numbers 7 & 8 were about to pop out as well. I actually kinda blushed, cause Mark being a few years older was really looking hot himself. I had a good bit of leg hair below the knees, but Mark's went all the way up---jet fuckin black. And the most awesome bushy pits. Anyways—Mrs. Clark finally shows up about 4:30. We had reverted now to just laying out, soaking up the hot Texan sun, working on a deep brick red tan. Mrs. Clark simply said-- “Oh my” as she walked up to us. “Hey Mrs. Clark” Mark remarked in a boyish voice. “How are you boy s today” she responds teasingly. “Oh we're just pretty hot n sweaty right now, thank you” remarks Mark in still his boyish voice. “I see you are. How bout some lemonade” ? “Oh yes ma'mm, that would be great” ! Exclaims Mark. I look back and forth between the two of them, just grinning. Mrs. Clark disappears into the house, and return in a few minutes now clad in a flowing bathing suite, and a tray with lemonade. As we all begin to sip our drinks, the conversation continues, mostly just chit chat. Mrs. Clark is slightly rubbing her fingers up and down her belly, which was kinda of making me a bit nervous. Suddenly Mrs. Clark just pipes up with, “So Mark, how does your young friend here measure up”? Mark responds with “Oh he measures up just great Mrs. Clark---I figure a good 8” I checked him out just the other day---he's a real good fuck” I choke up on my lemonade, and drop my glass on the patio. Fortunately it was plastic. With my mouth now hanging open, I just look at Mark and mouthing the words “what the fuck dude” ? Mark and Mrs. Clark just chuckle, but continue their conversation as if I weren't even there. “Ya, he's super tite—almost couldn't get it in. But he took it like a real champ” ! By now I was turning red from the embarrassment, not believing I was being talked about in third person as if I wasn't even there. “And the most awesome cocksucker—No one has ever took me all the way down, until Matt” By now I'm looking around the back yard, trying to find an escape route. Mrs. Clark just putters under her breath, and starts rubbing on her pussy. She finally says “ohhh how bout a demonstration”? I go into a panic, and just flash a look at Mark and say “yo homie, I think we need to go---I got homework” Mark flashes an evil look at me and responds in a low throaty voice “naaa homie, what you got is 10 inches of dick you need to get to work on—gotta please the customer”. Mark had already pulled his massive throbbing cock from his swim shorts, and was aiming it right at me. Mrs. Clark started rubbing her pussy even harder, and breathing a bit heavy now as well. Mark snapped his fingers at me ( a thing I truly hated) and pointing down to his dick, just commanded “now home boi” In terror, I did as Mark had ordered me, and walked over and dropped to my knees at the end of his lounge chair. I quickly grabbed his vein poppin cock, and went right down on him, swallowing his entire 10” of thick jock cock. I immediately started up and down his shaft, making lots of slurping noise, as I wet him up at the same time. Mrs. Clark simply exclaimed “oh my—he is good ' ! “Wanna try it out”? asked Mark. “OH yes hon—oh yes—lets see how that tongue of his works on some pussy” I am now about ready to pass out from the panic. Mark told me nothing of this kinda deal, or asking me If I would participate. Mrs. Clark had now slid down in her lounge chair, laying flat on her back. She raised her legs up, and placed her feet on each side of the chair. Mark now grabs me by the back of my hair, and with one word, commanded me “eat” Still in terror, I fall to my knees yet again, and slightly leaning forward on my belly at the foot of her chair, I place my hands on each side of Mrs. Clarks pussy lips, and spreading them just slightly, plant my whole mouth right on her, and ram my tongue right up the center. Instantly I start fucking her with my tongue, running it in and out of her in rapid succession. While munchin her whole mouth, and tongue fucking her at the same time, Mark had now planted two well lubed fingers up my tite jock hole. I let out a groan, and Mrs. Clark pipes up with “oh honey, I think he likes it” Mark responds with a mischievously giggling voice, “oh ya—he digs it”. Mark places his hand on the back of my head, and pushes me down harder on Mrs. Clarks pussy, and just said “eat it good homie—get that juice all over that pretty face of yours” And with that I feel a searing pain, as Mark slams his thick 10” jock cock into my tite jock hole, and begins instantly fucking my ass like a banshee. “eat it” he yells, now grabbing me by the waist, and relentlessly continues invading my guts with his pulsing cock. Slam after slam he continues for about 15 minutes, all the while Mrs. Clark just moaning from my awesome tongue action juicing up her now sopping wet pussy. Her juices were now ozzing out all over my face. I gave an extra hard push with my tongue, causing her to exclaim rather loudly. At that moment, Mark then slams my ass extra hard, about 5 rapid thrust's. Mark lets out his own rebel yell, and explodes his massive load of thick jock juice into the depths of my guts. At that time, Mrs. Clark convulses, and starts creaming herself, and all over my face, dripping down to my chest. Mark grabs me by both ankles, and flips me over on my back in a split second. “Watch this” he says to Mrs. Clark in the same mischievous voice. With that he grabs my pulsating dick, and begins to stroke me up and down in rapid strokes. He slaps down on my belly making it turn red, and it started to burn. The vise like grip he had on my dick made me suddenly erupt, convulsing myself, as my thighs and abs tightened to almost a painful level. I shot 3 str8 ropes of my thick jock jizz right over my head, catching Mrs. Clark on her belly. She gasped as I continued shooting another 4 shots of rope, right into her torso. Mark slapped me on my belly again, splattering my jizz into the air. Finally subsided, everyone lays calm for a few moments, until Mrs. Clark jumped up and simply said “who wants more lemonade “? Mark kinda chuckles, and says sure. Mrs. Clark disappears into the kitchen again, and return in a few minutes with some towels, and a fresh picture of lemonade. Mark and me wipe off, then jump back into the pool for a quick rinse. We chat for a few more minutes, enjoying Mrs. Clarks awesome lemonade, and oh ya, awesome tits ! I almost hadn't noticed, with all the other shit going on. Soon Mark jumps up and says we should get goin, cause I had some homework to do. He finished that with a smirk, and Mrs. Clark smiled as well. He told me to head for the car, and that he would be there in a few minutes. Finally he comes out, and fires up the GTO. Romping on it a few times, he then hands me a bill. I unfold it and stare at it--$100. “What the fuck is this”? I ask him confused. “That's you cut, homie” Mark replies with a big shit eatin grin. “HUH”? Was all I could say. “Your cut homie—for todays work. And there's plenty more of that if ya want in” “IN “? again was all I could say. “Ya homie, 'in', ya know—clients--as in a grand a month”? I just dropped my jaw, and softly said “ya dude, sure” |
She was finishing her prayers as I entered the room, we are now finally alone as the martyr was allowed the last night in solitude and prayer. Karina Spiridonova looked up at me and smiled, but in her eyes I could see fear. She was still very pretty, even if time has chipped away her youthful appearance. Her skin was fair and smooth, her large brown eyes were still as beautiful as the day I met her, and off course her shapely body exhibited the finest curves a woman could have. She was to martyr herself the next day for the cause, we Chechens have been in the struggle against the Russian invaders for a long time. But I knew the truth, it was going to be another meaningless sacrifice and a waste of good pussy. I walk over and sat down next to Karina, she immediately came into my embrace and rested her head on my shoulder. She had not worn her hijab and her dirty reddish blonde hair draped over my back. “No one but your husband is allowed to see your hair, Karina.” I teased. “You have been my true husband for the last 5 years or did all those passionate moments when I received your seed not count as a wife doing her duty?” She said back, now looking up at me. I smiled and shared a passionate kiss with her. As I felt her warm tongue I thought about the past. Karina was 19 years old when I met her when she came to serve as my aid. Karina had married one of my fighters, but she was barren and could bare no children. Her husband would be away months at a time and would mistreat her when he returned, not doubt frustrated that she could bare him no son. One year into her marriage, our affair began. I did feel some guilt that I was enjoying the wife of one of my men, but Karina also needed to feel loved. Soon after her husband died in the field and relieved me of my guilty feelings. Being my close aid she was able to remain close to me and I could enjoy her young pussy day or night when there was no one around. My thoughts were interrupted as she withdrew from our kiss, “I am scared Hasan, but I know this is the only way you remain safe. I will go to Allah and wait for you there. I will continue to be your wife in the paradise to come.” Karina said looking into my eyes. Our relationship had become dangerous, many began to suspect me and Karina were lovers. In our organization that can lead to a horrible death. So Karina declared that she wanted to join her husband in paradise so she will become a martyr. Karina decided she would martyr herself and there for remove any further suspicion on me. “You will always be one of my wives, if not in this world, then the next.” I said to her as I wiped the tear from her grateful eyes. My other hand moved down her back and Karina rose from our embrace and stood before me. It took her a minute to fully untie and let her conservative outer robe fall revealing the hidden treasure underneath. “I decided that this robe would cover most of me and no one would suspect my plans with my husband later” smiled a fully nude Karina. I gazed at her well-formed C cupped breasts still perky and unruined by breastfeeding like my other wife’s. Though they had began to sag a little, they were still magnificent. Her Skin was pure ivory as she was always covered and rarely sunlight was scorch her skin, still wonderfully smooth except the small amount of wrinkles that age was beginning to lay upon her. My eyes scanned southward past her stomach and I gasped when I saw that she had shaven clean her nether regions. “I wanted to be smooth for you, for the last night we are together.” Karina said underneath her breathe as she walked towards me and pressed my face to her crotch. I could smell the lavender scent soap she used to wash herself as she drew close. Soon my tongue was exploring the creases of her neathers, tickling her flower bud above the entrance to her sacred passage. Karina’s face lifted towards the heavens in pleasure and she covered her mouth so that her moans of extasy will not draw unwanted attention. Soon my fingers began their familiar journey inside her sacred tunnel. Sliding in and out, my fingers are soon covered with Karina’s juices. She shutters as she climaxed and slowly kneeled down and kissed me. As we kissed I felt her hands began to undress me. My shirt became unbuttoned and my pants was being pulled slowly off, Karina was quite familiar with the act of preparing me for love making. Karina then slowly kissed me on my neck, using her tongue to give me a very erotic massage. Moving ever slowly down my chest while her hands lightly gripped my manhood which was rapidly stiffening. Finally I felt her tongue on the tip of my cock as she began to lightly lick the head. She had come a long way from the inexperienced young woman whose face would turn red at the sight of a penis. Slowly but surely I’ve taught her how to pleasure me and she swore to me that she had only ever used what she learned to please me. The slurping sound of her mouth engulfing my shaft was very sensual. Her head moved up and down as my manhood slid up and down in her mouth. I was rock hard when she stopped and moved to sit on my lap facing me. Karina brought her beautiful breasts to face and let me play with them. Licking those wonderful mounds and sucking on her hard nipples, I never wanted to stop. Karina then slowly guided my erect manhood into her wet and waiting pussy. My cock slid in slowly due to her tightness, Karina never had any children so her pussy was still as tight as the first time I penetrated her. The sensation was wonderous and is difficult to describe in words. If the word “nirvana” could be used to describe something, then this moment would be the proper time to use to describe it. Karina began to move her hips and my cock began to slide in and out of her. Soon I began to fuck her back and thrusted up in tempo with her movement. Our lovemaking was a beautifully choreographed dance and our movement flowed smoothly. Her juices began to drip down my shaft and cover my balls. Karina pushed me down on my back and began to ride me hard. Thrusting her hips back and forth, my cock felt her pussy wall tighten as she climaxed again. Grabbing her breasts and squeezing hard my manhood unleashed my seed into her sacred tunnel. Breathing hard Karina rested on my chest as my manhood slowly deflated and slid out of her. I can feel my cum slowly drip on my balls as we lay there. “I’ve always prayed that one day after receiving your seed my stomach would swell, but I am cursed.” Karina sighed as she ran her hand to her stomach. “You are not cursed my Karina, she have blessed me with pleasures no other man would ever know, including your ex-husband. I would be the only one who felt the warms of your mouth on my manhood, the tightness of your forbidden tunnel, or the pleasure of seeding you while you were preparing tea for the Iman.” The mention of the forbidden tunnel brought was wince to Karina’s face then a smile, “The forbidden tunnel was a bit painful my love, but the Iman never suspected what we were doing right next door as he wait for your meeting. I didn’t even have time to put on my under garments. Your seed was dripping down my legs the whole time I was serving tea to you and the Iman.” Thinking back to the events I smiled and I could see Karina smiling too, I was going to miss her. Karina and I talked more about our past and the many trysts we had. Soon I began to feel her thigh rubbing against my manhood and it began to stand at attention. A sly smile formed on Karina’s face as she began to stroke my cock and moved her face down to begin another blowjob. Thrusting my hips upward, I sent my cock into her waiting mouth. As she slurped on my cock, I began to play with her breasts again, I also wished she would have become pregnant as I would have loved to suck on her swollen breasts and tasted her breastmilk. She got up and turned off the lights after she stopped her oral massage of my manhood. Karina then walked to the window and bend over with her face looking out the window. Taking that cue I walked over and shoved my cock in her from behind. As I fucked her standing up I noticed she was watching the people below in the compound. With the lights turned off we were in the dark and they were in the light so they could not see us. Knowing we were doing the forbidden act in full view of others but they can’t see us turns her on as I felt her hot sheath began to secret and my thrusting made the faint slurping sound of lubricated lovemaking. Karina’s pussy tightened up as she climaxed over and over in this position. I was lasting longer this second round, so I pulled out my well lubed cock and began to guide it in her forbidden passage. Karina tensed up at first as she realized what I was doing, but she allowed me to penetrate her where no other man had been or ever will be again. Her asshole was very tight, but her pussy juice lubricated the penetration process and soon I as pumping her again. Grabbing her breasts from behind and feeling their natural firmness I squeezed hard. Karina covered her mouth again and I couldn’t tell she groaned in pleasure or pain. The tightness of her ass was too much for me as soon I feel my manhood explode inside her forbidden passage. Exhausted again we walked to the carpet and laid there again. We were both tired by our love making and fell asleep holding each other naked on the floor. I was awakened not by my alarm but the warm sensation of Karina’s mouth around my cock. Opening my eyes I could see it was still dark and she was slow trying to rouse my cock. Noticing I was awake, Karina stopped her oral massage for a moment. “It’s 4 am and they will be sending my last meal to me at 6 am, I want more of your seed in my womanhood, I want to go to paradise with more of your seed than your wife ever had.” And she engulfed my stiffening manhood again. I have to admit, her words turned me on so much and I became hard. I told her to keep going as I wanted to enjoy foundling her breasts some more. Those mounds looked bigger dropping down from her chest, I grabbed them and felt them savoring the feeling. I picked up my cell phone from beside me and began to record this, I was so caught up in our love making last night that I forgot to record it, so now our last fuck definitely needs to be documented. At first Karina was shocked, but then she realized that it didn’t matter because in a few hours a video of her performing sex act with an unknown man would mean nothing and she began to move up and down my cock with her mouth, even making sensual eye contact with the camera. Karina then got up and sat on my erect cock and began to ride again. Watching her breasts bounce was amazing and the footage would be watched by me many times in the future. She rode me for 10 minutes straight whispering dirty things into the camera, grabbing her breast and licking it, while only addressing me as “husband”. I think she knew I would relieve my self to this footage after she was gone and wanted to put on a good show to remember her by. We switched positions and I filmed her on her back as her breasts flattened out and jiggled as we fucked. “Look at me husband, look at these breasts, this mouth, the love tunnel you are conquering. Oh, hmmm. These are yours, uhmmm, I am yours, put your seed in me my love. Ohmmm,” Karina’s eye contact and her words was pushing me to the edge. I put my phone down and embraced her, feeling her breasts push up against my chest as I drilled her faster and harder. She kissed me passionately and whispered “Give me your seed my love” I gasped as torrents of my seed pored into her sacred tunnel. I kissed her so passionately as I continued to pump her with my cock. Once I feel my cock was deflating I got off her and picked up my phone and went began to film her neathers, the sight of the mingling our juices slide out of her was mesmerizing. Karina slid her hand down and tried to prevent more from leaking out, after a while she brought her hand to her mouth and swallowed what had leaked out all while looking at the camera. “Every drop will not be wasted husband.” As she licked her fingers. After I stopped filming Karina made many poses for me as I took pictures of her. Sadly my alarmed alerted me of the time and I had to get dressed and leave. Karina helped me put my cloth on one last time and we shared more passionate kisses before I walked out and into the commander’s room next door. About a hour after I sat on my bed I heard the foot steps coming down the hall, walking out my door the fighter carrying a tray of food stopped and stood at attention. “The martyr is expect down in the armory at 8 am sir.” Said the fighter as I turned around and headed for Karina’s room. I could hear the foot steps follow towards me as I knocked on the door. When the doors opened I was greeted by very different Karina, her hair was covered with a brown hijab and her body was covered with a loose fitting dark overall. She smiled when she saw me, but her smile faded when she saw the fighter. I watched her eat as the guard stood outside the door. “How was your night my dear? Was it peaceful as you prepare your self for today?” I had to ask so the guard outside could hear. Karina played along, “Yes commander my night was peaceful, I dreamt of being with my husband and is at peace knowing he will be with me into eternity.” Karina replied smiling while running her hands between her legs and rubbing her crotch. I coughed “That’s good to hear, I’m sure he would be pleased to know.” After her meal the fighter lead her with me in the rear to the armory down stairs. There my explosive expert instructed Karina on how to operate the suicide vest he has prepared for her. After which the men all left the room as Karina put on the vest under her outer garment. When Karina emerged from the armory she had put on the vest, the explosive expert looked at his watch “30 min until departure. Get the car ready” he said to the fighter who walked away. “If I could have 20 minutes time, I would like the commander to pray with me.” Karina said to my explosive expert who looked at his watch and nodded to the woman’s last request. I walked into the armory with Karina and locked the door. Soon I felt her hands on my belt and it came undone. “What are you doing?” I whispered as I felt her hand take my cock out. “One last time my love, 15 minutes for me to taste your seed one last time.” Was all she said as my cock disappeared in her mouth. As she sucked her hands brought up my phone and I immediately began to film. Karina was on her knees popping my cock in her mouth as she would periodically look up at me. We had done this many times, it was thrilling to be relieved into her mouth with others so near and time so pressed. Karina was working hard as she changed various angles of her mouth to get different grip of my cock. Her eye contact and the sensation of her mouth overwhelmed me as I drained into her mouth one last time. Holding my cock in her mouth until it stopped pulsing she allowed it to slide out. Looking at the camera she opened her mouth revealing the white liquid with in and slowly swallowed it. After she blowed a kiss at the camera I ended the recording. Helping me putting my pants on one last time she produced a small bag. “It’s the undergarments I wore last night and wore again this morning, I put them inside a sealed Ziplock bag when I was putting on the vest. I want you to be able to smell me when you are thinking of me.” Karina said as I looked inside the bag. There was a clear Ziplock bag with a pair of black panties and bra, the white stain on the panties crotch region was evidence of further leakage during the morning. “I don’t think undergarments will matter to me soon.” She said with sadness in her voice. I embraced her and could feel the explosive vest press against my body. We held each other until a knock at the door signaling it was time to go. I walked her to the courtyard where a car was waiting to take her to her target. We said nothing to each other as she got in the passenger side but locked eyes for the last time as the car started and slowly drove out of the compound. Later I would hear on the news that a woman had blown her self up near a military check point. Karina did not get to her target, the soldiers became suspicious of her and fired warning shots as she approached. Karina must and panicked and detonated her vest. There was photos of her body and a video of the explosion online, I found them in a death and gore website. Her body was flung dozens of feet in the air after the explosion, her body was relatively intact after the explosion with her stomach and crouch area destroyed. Her black legging partially ripped but her shapely legs still attached the a gory mess that used to be the love tunnel I so often penetrated. Her guts were hanging out of a bloody mess that was her stomach and her clothes were blow apart revealing her blackened but otherwise un damaged breasts with those beautiful mound and nipples. Her head was still covered by her hijap and her face almost unscathed. Her half opened eyes and partially opened mouth was captured by the Russian soldier who took the photos. I wanted to claim her body for burial but it was not possible, so she was incinerated in run downed Russian morgue with all the other unclaimed bodies. Tomorrow a group of young girls will be arriving to the compound, I will need to select one or two new aids for myself. For now I will have to be satisfied with Karina’s panties under my nose and her naked form making eye contact with me on my monitor as I relieve my self to her memories. |
Introduction Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34AA–24–35 95-pound figure with blondish hair. In 1998 I quit my boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. It was a brave decision to make as I’d applied for the job after seeing the job advert in a BDSM magazine that someone had left in the hairdressers where I worked. I didn’t really know what I was letting myself in for, but I really did need to do something because my life was so drab and boring. Even the interview for the job was unbelievable, but I was so desperate to change my life that I did everything that was asked of me, and I was finally offered the job. Shortly after starting the job my employer (Jon) told me to write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on. If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to. Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It’s all been removed with electrolysis. I’m slim with small(ish), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they’re hard Jon says they’re like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It’s about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don’t own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I’ve now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body. I hope that’s enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn’t, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions. Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then. Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We’ve found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we’ve had and that I’ve written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I’ve started thinking that way as well. Villa in Spain Jon’s bought a little villa in Spain and I’ve just been there for the first time. Jon took me there for a few days then left me there for week on my own. It was great, and I’m really looking forward to spending more time there. As usual Jon surprised me by coming home and telling me to put a few essentials into a bag and us leaving within a few minutes. A few hours later we were getting into a hire car at Malaga airport. We drove down towards Marbella then up towards the hills. The villa is on the edge of a small wooded area that Jon tells me he now owns. As soon as I saw it I started imagining the fun that we could have in the open in that wonderful climate. I do hope that Jon decided to move over there permanently. I’d already taken my dress off within minutes of getting into the car at Malaga airport, and as soon as Jon pulled up at the gate I jumped out of the car and ran to look round the place. It has its own swimming pool with a grassed area and is virtually surrounded by pine trees. Inside there are 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a big open lounge with a high ceiling, and a basement. In the garage I found a scooter that Jon bought for me to get around when he’s not there. The basement is our Spanish Punishment room. Jon has had only two pain / pleasure machines installed so far, more about them later. The first job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a giant supermarket to get some food and drink. Jon picked my shortest skirt (8 inches) and shortest crop top for me to wear. The bottom of my little breasts show below my top, and if I do anything other than keep straight upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, or slide down showing the top of my bum and pussy. Whichever way you look at it I’ve got to be very careful if there are kids or miserable looking people about. That’s the only skirt that Jon will let me pull straight when I’m with him. Anyway, it didn’t take long to get there and I gave a few people flashes as I reached up or bent down for something. I wasn’t paying much attention to other people; I was more interested in getting back to the villa and out into the sun. I knew that my all-over tan was going to get a real boost. There was one moment at the check-out that I remember. I was reaching over to get the food to put into the bags when I realised that the check-out girl had stopped scanning things and was looking at me. I wondered what she was looking at then realised that my little top had risen up and was being kept up by my hard nipples. As soon as the food was put away I asked Jon if I could go for a swim. We both went and I pleaded with Jon for him to fuck me in the water. I love that feeling. Afterwards we went for a walk in the woods, over the fence and along dirt tracks. We never saw anyone, which was a bit of a disappointment, as we were both naked. At one point Jon got me to bend over a fallen tree while he rammed into me. We walked on with his dick still pointing to the sun and our juices running down my thighs. The next morning Jon got the little scooter out of the garage and showed me how everything works. I’d never ridden a motorbike or a scooter before, but it wasn’t difficult getting used to it, and with minutes I was riding it around the garden. Jon reminded me that I would need to put some clothes on when I took it out onto the road. We only went into Marbella one night (on the other 3 nights Jon was more interested in having me out in the open). We wandered along the seafront and drank in the busy bars. My skimpy clothes didn’t attract much attention, as there were hundreds of girls wearing nearly as little as me. Jon took me to this fantastic beach about 7 miles east of Marbella. It has soft sand and dunes that you can almost get lost in. Just to make it even better, it’s a naturist beach. Apart from the area near the harbour almost everyone was naked. It was great swimming in the warm sea and lying on the warn, soft sand. Whenever Jon wanted some sex we’d either walk out into the sea or walk in the dunes until we found a quiet place where he could have his evil way with me. One time we only went to the edge of the dunes and while I was impaled on Jon and slowly moving from side to side, three teenage girls walked by and got a view of my pussy and Jon’s balls. His dick was buried deep inside me. The first girl who spotted us told the other 2 and they stared for a while before walking off giggling. Punishment Room – as I said, only two machines in there so far, but there are lots of steel rings in the walls, floor and ceiling. One machine is a sort of electric shock machine. It’s a long metal dildo attached to a pole that is bolted to the floor. The height is adjustable and is set so that the dildo is just inside me when I’m stood up on my tiptoes. There are 2 little clamps on the floor that keep my big toes in place. I have to stand on my tiptoes because under my heels are switched that turn on the power. It comes on when I relax and my heels go down. Just to make sure that I can’t undo the big toe clamps there are ropes hanging down from the ceiling that Jon fastens to my wrists. I was a bit nervous when I first saw the wires that went from it to a control unit then to a mains socket on the wall. I looked at Jon who just said, “Trust me!” I do. For the first 10 minutes or so it was nothing special, just like having a dildo partially in me. After that my legs and feet start to get a bit tired and I started to go down a bit. It’s nice as the dildo goes in a bit further, but then my heels trigger the switch and I get a jolt. Boy did I jump the first time. The control box keeps the voltage low, but it can be increased. The more tired my legs got the more shocks I got. The more shocks I got the more excited and the more tired I got. Jon left me alone for the first 30 or 40 minutes, then started checking on me every 5 minutes or so. Jon can tell when my pain turns to pleasure and when he realised that I was getting close to cumming he turned up the voltage a bit. Just at the point of no return Jon upped the voltage a bit more and I pushed down on my heels. I was stood there covered in sweat and almost screaming with pleasure. Jon had to hold me up after he’d untied my wrists. I really needed that long shower and sleep afterwards. The other pleasure machine is like a small gym horse with no legs. The difference is that it’s got a big electric vibe sticking out of the top. Jon’s had it positioned on the floor between some ropes so that he can tie me down on it once I’ve knelt down and impaled myself on it. The ropes hold me back with my wrists tied to the floor behind me. Jon ties me in place, switches it on and then leaves me to it. The first time that I used it I’d cum 4 times before Jon came and switched it off. It wasn’t long before Jon had to go home, but he told me that I was staying there another week on my own. Wow! I’d miss Jon, but I knew that I could have some fun. After I’d dropped Jon off at the airport I drove back to the villa planning what I was going to do with my week in the sun all on my own. The first time that I went out on the scooter was ‘interesting’. I’d put on a short, thin cotton ‘A’ skirt and a tie front thin blouse. At first I was concentrating quite hard as I drove along the roads and really didn’t notice what the wind was doing to my clothes. For a start, the wind was keeping my nipples rock hard. The other thing was that my skirt was getting blown up and I had to stop a few times to pull it down from my waist. After a while I got more confident and started relaxing a bit. I soon discovered that if I sat forward on the seat, lounged back and opened my knees, the wind felt wonderful on my pussy. I stopped caring about my skirt being round my waist except for when I was in a built-up area with lots of people about. Out in the country I once noticed that my tie front blouse had come undone and my breasts were getting tanned. The blouse was so thin that I couldn’t feel the difference. I was really enjoying riding around with my legs open and the breeze massaging my pussy. When I did get off outside a little supermarket there was a big wet patch on the seat. The vibrations were causing me to produce lubrication faster than the breeze could dry it. After I’d bought some bread and an ice-cream I sat on the road curb eating the ice-cream with my knees bent and my feet apart. I couldn’t have planned it better if I’d have thought about it. Some tourists walked up the road on the other side of the street and I didn’t realise that my pussy was on full display until a man did a double take and said, ‘bloody hell.” When I realised what he was looking at I managed not to react and just sat there. I got lost on the way back, and had to stop to buy some petrol. The attendant was a youth of about 19 or 20. I had to ask for his help and repaid him by dropping my money and bending over to pick it up giving him a great view of my bum and pussy. I decided to spend one of the days on the beach. Feeling brave when I got up I decided to make it a clothes free trip. The only thing that I took with me that could be used to cover myself was a towel. I decided that I needed a towel with me to lie on, and to dry myself after going for a swim. The scooter was out of the question for 2 reasons. The first was that it was too far for me, and I didn’t fancy the main road. The second was that I was sure that I would get arrested. I didn’t notice anyone looking at me as I drove there, although I did take a last minute detour when I saw a policeman standing on a corner where I would have to stop. There weren’t many cars in the car park when I got there and I parked well away from the dunes. I made a dash across the car park and soon relaxed when I got into the dunes. The day went great, my all-over tan improved and I had a relaxing time in the warm sea. The ‘fun’ started when I decided to go back to the villa. As I walked towards the car park I noticed a lot of cars, and a gang of about 10 noisy youths on motorbikes hanging around near where I was parked. Realising that I had could have a bit of a problem I hung around for a bit hoping that they would move on. While I was standing around 2 couples walked passed me and it was obvious from their looks that they weren’t expecting a naked woman so far from the beach. Eventually I decided that I couldn’t wait any longer, and with a pounding heart and a pussy getting progressively wetter, I started walking towards the car. It wasn’t long before they saw me and most of them jumped on their bikes and started riding round and round me. I knew that if I stopped I would probably have difficulty in getting moving again. They were shouting at me, and each other but I hadn’t a clue what they were saying. Eventually, sweating and with wet thighs, I reached the car and got in. Some of them followed me for a couple of miles before giving up and going somewhere else. A couple of times I took the punishment machine that I kneel down on, outside to pleasure myself out in the sun. I couldn’t take it that far out because the electricity cable wasn’t that long. Anyway, after I’d been riding it the second time for about 5 minutes I was just getting to the point of no return when I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see what it was and was shocked to see that it was a young man with a bucket in his hand. Struggling to hold back the orgasm that was about to arrive I asked him who the hell he was. With a big grin he said, “I’m the pool man, come here every Tuesday. Don’t stop because of me, I like to see a woman enjoying herself.” By that time I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, so I let it happen. It was even more intense because I had a last minute, unexpected audience. A reasonable looking one at that. As my high subsided the man turned and walked over to the pool. When I climbed off I went for a swim. The man had seen me at my most exposed so what the hell, tease him some more. One afternoon I went for another walk in woods – naked of course. It was so peaceful, so warm, and so natural. I came across the back on another villa and watched a couple having sex in their pool. That turned me on a bit, so I had to relieve myself whilst I stood there watching them. Another day I went window shopping in Marbella. There are some fantastic shops there, but in a lot of them you need a big bank balance to buy anything. Not a lot exciting happened although I’m sure I must have given some people a flash of my goodies. The light breeze kept blowing my skirt up and I couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. I rode the scooter to the local shops just about every morning that week, and really enjoyed the feeling of the breeze on my pussy as I rode with my knees as far apart as I could. The shop that I usually went to was a little supermarket. I seemed to spend ages there waiting for the opportunity to flash some suitable person either by squatting down to look at something on a bottom shelf, or bending over to give a great view of my ass. The shop appeared to be run by an oldish man and a teenage girl who was usually on the checkout. By the end of the week the old man was smiling at me and following me about. The girl got her share as well, for some reason I always managed to trap the bottom of my short skirt as I picked the goods up after she had rung them into the till. She usually stared at my bald pussy as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one hand as the other held the bread etc. (and my skirt). On the Friday night I was having a ‘wet’ dream when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the room. I lay there frightened but quiet, hoping that whoever it was wouldn’t realise that I was there. A bit silly really as what burglar could resist doing something to a naked, slim 28 year old that was sleeping without covers. He walked up to the bed then put something over my mouth. I passed out. When I woke up it was still dark, and I was tied, spread-eagle, face down. I was blindfold, had something over my ears, something very solid in my pussy, and something was squeezing and pulling my nipples. After a short time the something in my pussy was twisted round and pushed in and out a bit. My pussy responded and the pain turned to slight pleasure. It was then removed. After what seemed like ages, something else was put in. This time I knew what it was, a vibe, and it was switched on. It was left on until I came. As I did I got this terrible sharp pain in my nipples. This intensified my orgasm and I screamed out. As I calmed down I realised that the pain in my nipples was electricity. The vibe was removed and I was left for a while. Then the same thing happened again, and again, and again. I think it was 4 times in all. I was knackered, but happy, even though I didn’t know who was doing it to me. I was left for a lot longer time before something was put over my mouth and I passed out again. When I woke up again I was back on bed and it was getting light. Had I dreamed it all? Had I had a great, wet dream? My pussy was certainly wet and sore, so were my nips. I got up and went and had a shower. When I walked into the kitchen I was surprised to see Jon eating breakfast. The original plan when Jon left me to go home the previous weekend was that I would fly home on my own. “Had a good night?” was all that Jon said, but I knew then that it wasn’t a dream – I think, Jon had given me a few fantastic orgasms and made me feel fantastic. Later that day we went along the coast to where a cable car goes from in the middle of the village / town, to the top of the mountain. I was only wearing a short, light ‘A’ skirt and tight, thin, white ‘T’ shirt. As we got higher, it got colder and windy. When we got out at the top it was blowing a gale, a cold gale. My skirt was all over the place and my nipples were threatening to rip the ‘T’ shirt. With that ‘T’ shirt you can always see my dark nipples, but with them that hard the material was really under pressure. It didn’t help that Jon had poured some of our drinking water on them. It’s a fantastic place with views for miles and all sorts of wild birds. However, we couldn’t stay long because there were lots of kids there and I was involuntarily giving them a lesson in human biology. Jon even told me that I could try to hold my skirt in its proper place, which is something that I’m normally forbidden to do. Sunday night - Jon took me to a nightclub in Fuengirola. I wore a little black dress – loose fitting, low cut, spaghetti straps, and 4 inch heels. We both had a few too many drinks and Jon decided that we should get some sleep in the car before returning to the villa. When I half woke up it was light and I discovered that club car park was part of a route that teenagers took to their high school. I had slept in the reclined passenger seat and my dress had ridden up to my waist and my right hand was gently rubbing my pussy (I often wake up dong that). I managed to resist panicing and stayed still and waited to see what would happen. After a while I heard a young man’s voice. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but he was excited. After a few seconds there were more voices, male and female. I decided to up the ante and really started playing with my pussy – still pretending to be asleep. I eased my legs wider and was really going for it when everything went quiet. Next thing that happened was that the driver’s door opened and Jon got in saying, “Did I spoil your fun?” We went back to the villa and packed. That afternoon we flew back to an England that was a lot cooler. I’m sure that we’ll be going again, and I’m looking forward to having more ‘fun’ out there. Love, V |
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. |
Sex Sleuth Adventures Chapter One Hey Readers. My name for all intensive purposes is Foxy (just don't ask for my real name ...not gonna happen ). I am a 20 year old female with long brown hair and hazel eyes. Who has had very good experiences i would like to share with you. Firstly let me tell u about Jeremy. Jeremy was at the time 25 and I was 18. Now I know it was so wrong but I was mature for my age. Jeremy had short brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes. His girlfriends brother was my sisters friend. I would go with her to his house and Jeremy would be there. Even at my age i knew that it was wrong trying to steal him away from his girlfriend. I also knew that what i was feeling was strong. I figured he wouldn't want anything to do with me...that was until the night i snuck out. 10 Pm My hands shook as i walked towards his house. He had asked me to sneak out. I would do anything for him. I was scared though my heart was beating against my chest. What was i doing? I didn't even remember why i was going to his house. I almost turned around but then i heard his voice. "Hey, thought you chickened out" he chuckled. "Nope" i giggled nervously. "Good" he smiled hugging me. I hugged him back and blushed. I was just here to hangout maybe play some video games. Or better yet be a rebelious girl. Either of wich appealed to me. "Well come on" he laughed grabbing my hand. I hoped he didn't see me blushing. He led me to some chairs he had put out facing away from the house. "What are we doing, Jeremy?" I sighed. "Whatever you want to do?" He said touching my cheek. Suddenly i felt a wave of heat rising from my toes. I sat there for a bit thinking."um...I've never tried giving a guy a bj" I couldn't stop myself from saying it. He chuckled and looked at me. "Oh really?" He said with a grin. "Well come here." I blushed and got on my knees. He unzipped his pants to reval his half erect cock. I looked at him and back to his cock. "Do you know what to do?" He smiled. I nodded and licked the tip of his cock. He moaned softly. I licked down the shaft towards his balls. I placed my hand on the shaft as i wrapped my mouth around the tip. My tongue moving around as i moved lower. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" He said seeming to be impressed. I responded by sucking more of his cock. I could feel his cock getting harder. I went faster as he grabbed my hair and pulled me off. At first i looked at him strangely. "Here stand up"He said motioning me to get up. I stood up as he did. He put his hands on my hips. Slowly his hands slid down into my pants. He slowly rubbed my clit. I bit my lip as he slowly started rubbing faster. "Mmm" i said moaning softly. My heart pounding faster. I didn't care if he had a girlfriend. He stuck a finger inside my pussy as he kissed my neck. I moaned as he fingered my pussy faster. "Your pussy is so tight and wet" he whispered in my ear. He then gently bit ny earlobe. "Can i try something?" I nodded as he sat me down on the chair and pulled my pants down. Before i could say anything he had my legs open and was licking my clit. I moaned softly. His tounge felt so good. I arched my back as he slid his tongue in my tight pussy. I shook with pleasure. I moaned louder as he went faster. I was gonna cum and he knew it. He kept going faster and harder. He twisted his tongue in a circular motion as i could feel myself starting to cum. I moaned as he kept going as i came he stopped and stood up. He stuck his cock in my face so i opened my mouth.He slid his cock in slowly. I looked up to him as he slowly trusted his cock deeper. "Mmm, your good at this" he said progressively he got faster and deeper in my mouth. I started rubbing my clit as he started fucking my face faster. He moaned louder with each passing moment. Untill i felt him cum in my mouth. I swallowed all of it as he pulled out. "I can't believe you haven't done that before."He chuckled. He kissed my forehead and then sat in the chair next to me. "Well i haven't" i giggled. It was true at the time i was still a virgin. I couldn't believe that he wanted to do this with me. Then i remembered his girlfriend. "What about your girlfriend?" "What about her?" He grinned. "Are you going to tell her?" I grinned. "I won't tell her. it's just between me and you" "Ok" i smiled and looked at him. "Is this going to be a regular thing" "Sure" he chuckled with a yawn. I yawned and streched out my arms. "You should probably get home." He said out of breath. I nodded and pulled my pants up. "See you later" i said with a wave. And headed home. "Wait" he said spinning me around. "What?" i said as he leaned in and kissed me. "That's all I wanted to do" he giggled. ... That's chapter one hope you all enjoyed. Leave a comment if you want more. Message me if you have any questions. The more comments i get the better. I will try to post more as.soon as i can. Next chapter will be my "losing my full virginity" story. I think you guys would like it. ;) Thanks ~SexSluth23 |
By now we felt absolutely no inhibitions among ourselves and had tried just about everything there was to try. Rene and Jane loved to perform in front of us and secretly had bets between them as to how long it would take before George and I could take no more and joined in. For some reason there was one thing we had not done yet – neither George nor myself had penetrated each other. There was no particular reason as we didn’t find it unusual to touch each other and frequently guided our respective dicks into both the girls’ front or back passages as we felt fit. Not that we hadn’t been penetrated – the girls saw to that. I’ll never forget the first time it happened. George was on top of Jane and treating us to a fantastic exhibition of how to have a conventional shag when suddenly Rene took up a small tapered dildo and without a word simply eased it into his bum. He stopped moving at once and Jane looked up at Rene and asked what she had done. She seemed to think that George had suddenly grown about twice as big as normal. Rene still didn’t say anything and slowly turned the vibrator up to its maximum pitch while gently moving it in and out of George. George made a sound I’d never heard him make before and Jane swore she could feel the back of her cervix being filled with the biggest load of cumm she’d ever received. He rolled off her and lay on his back breathing heavily while his cock flopped limply to one side with a trickle of cumm still oozing from its eye and he continued to grin as if something special had just happened to him. Jane kissed him and I could see her infatuation as she remembered what had just happened. 11 I had a sudden theory and said I thought I knew what had just happened and that if George was willing could probably demonstrate to everyone how his sudden massive ejaculation had occurred. He just grinned and said that if it involved having his arse speared again he was willing but that he couldn’t possibly cumm again for at least two weeks or maybe two days – no, make that two hours. Rene grabbed a cushion and asked him to raise his bum so that she could slide it under him while Jane gently pushed his feet towards his knees and spread his legs. He made no objection and lay completely exposed and vulnerable as I selected another dildo – slightly larger than the first. I tried to ease it into him but he complained he wasn’t into pain and wanted to stop there and then. Jane to the rescue. She took the dildo from me and inserted it quickly into her still soaking wet fanny then handed it back to me all shiny and wet and smelling quite delicious. Rene then told him to push out as I tried to put it in and this time it worked. Slowly at first, with just the head inside him, as his sphincter reluctantly accepted this new intruder. I waited a moment to see if he wanted to stop but he just grinned and grabbed Rene by her tit. Still he was as limp as a rag and I slid the dildo into him a further inch or so and bingo – instant erection. Rene wasted no time at all and immediately straddled him as Jane guided him into Rene’s now very ready fanny. I turned the vibrator knob and Rene sighed as the vibrations ran through both of them. While I was doing this I was on my knees and concentrating on what was happening when I suddenly felt a new sensation at my own backdoor and realized that Jane was about to give me a taste of what George had just experienced. I couldn’t possibly object so I took Rene’s earlier advice to George and pushed against the hard rubber and suddenly it was in me. I couldn’t believe the sensations I was feeling as she turned up the vibrations and I felt the dildo sliding deeper into me. Somehow Jane and I managed to manoeuvre me into position so that I was behind Rene with George still buried deep inside her fanny. Jane pushed her dildo into me as far as it would go and when she was satisfied it would not slip out grabbed a handful of her own wetness and smeared my rock-hard erection with it. I almost came but she looked at me and said. “If you cumm yet I’ll kill you.” Then she guided my weapon into Rene’s arse and as soon as I was in returned to the vibrator which was still humming away in my own backside. As she turned it up to maximum I felt myself swelling even further and Rene yelled that she was going to split down the middle as George, Rene and I simultaneously came, and came, and came some more. I don’t remember taking it out of Rene or of Jane gently removing the thing from my arse and George swears he didn’t feel himself slip out of Rene and didn’t feel the vibrator coming out of him. I think we were in a kind of trance and we all fell asleep there beside the spa. 12 When I awoke a few hours later the girls were both as dressed as they ever got when we were at home and George was still asleep with a cover thrown over him. The girls were both grinning like cats with canaries and when I asked why they were so pleased with themselves they both replied that it was about time we got around to experiencing what they had both been receiving for a few years. With that they turned away from me, bent over and flipped their skirts up to their waists. I was looking at four vibrators buried up to the hilts and heard their soft humming. As they walked away towards the bedroom they looked back over their shoulders and smiled. The next morning saw us all at the breakfast table and for once being silent. There was nothing wrong with the food – Jane had worked her usual magic when it as her turn to cook. We had a kind of unofficial roster and took turns at chores – which often got interrupted when the sight of a bare arse standing at the sink got too much for George or me. It just seemed that we were all thinking about the previous night and it was Rene who finally broke the silence when she suddenly said very quietly. “How can it be possible to feel so strongly about three other people?” As usual I was amazed at how she could use such formal language and still sound genuine and sincere. Genuine and sincere she was and I believe she would have done anything for all three of us. I stood up and pulled her to her feet so I could hug her and felt such a strong feeling towards this beautiful creature who has given us all so much pleasure with her actions and words. Jane and George also stood and for the longest time we just held each other tightly in a four way cuddle. As usual we were all dressed in our birthday suits but for some reason neither George or I were erect. We might have stood there forever – not knowing what to say except that George suddenly went tense and said. “Look at that fucking cat.” George rarely swore and we all turned to where he was looking to see our cat ploughing his way through our breakfasts. “You freeloading, opportunistic arsehole!” I shouted, and the cat shot through the open doors. We all laughed and the day was off to a beautiful start. George cooked some more toast and I refilled everybody’s OJs as the girls cleared away the cat molested plates. 13 We were finishing our coffee and getting ready to go to work when Jane said something which surprised all of us. She said. “I don’t quite know how to say this but seeing as how we all have an agreement to speak our minds well- here goes. We all know how we feel about each other and we don’t need to talk about it to know we are all sincere. We all nodded and I wondered where the conversation was going. She continued. “I’ve been trying to work out how all this happened and I know that mind-blowing sex is a big part of it but I think there is more to it than that.” George cut in and said. “Probably the fact that we all trust each other helps.” I said out loud what I was thinking. “Jane are you trying to tell us you want out?” I looked at Rene and could see a fat tear rolling down her cheek. Jane looked horrified and said. “No way! But I don’t know how to say what I’m trying to say.” George looked at her and asked her if she had found someone else and she just shook her head then dropped the bombshell. You all know how I feel about you – I just think we’ve done just about everything there is to do – sexually that is.” We all nodded and George remarked that we hadn’t done it upside down and swinging from the rafters yet. “I’d like to bring a few more people into our circle.” Silence. Rene. “Who?” Jane. “I don’t know.” George. “The check-out chick at Woolies springs to mind.” Rene. “George, she wouldn’t be more than nineteen – she’d kill you.” Me. “At least he’d go smiling and with a bit of luck I’d get seconds.” Rene. “I must admit I’ve had a few little naughty thoughts about some of the joggers in the park.” Before we knew how to stop we were all discussing our fantasies until I asked them all if we were seriously discussing the possibility of letting a few more people into our 14 very exclusive club. “They’d have to be as good as you two.” Rene. “They’d have to be able to stay up as long as you two.” Jane. “They’d have to be made like you two.” Me. “We’d all have to agree before we let them in.” George. “They’d have to be willing to get a vet’s certificate so we didn’t catch anything.” Me The list went on until finally George said. “Let’s do it.” “How?” Asked Jane. I stood up and asked them to follow me into the office where I kept the computer. Without saying anything I fired up the internet and logged onto an adult site. I glanced up and Rene was looking really sad as she asked how I knew where to find the site. Confession time as I told her that before I met her I often looked at the site and occasionally made contact with one of the many thousands of women who advertised on it. After I had reassured her that this was the first time in over a year that I had looked at it she relaxed and said. “Let’s have another look at that couple from Springfield.” For the next month we trolled through hundreds of advertisements and Jane lost a long standing friend by asking her if she would be interested in bringing her husband along to a meeting with all of us. She said she thought her friend was going to faint when she found out the purpose of the meeting. Finally we had narrowed our list down to six other couples and made contact with them. The first couple were very nice but told us that they were only interested in very casual meetings and didn’t want anything other than casual, protected sex. We all thanked each other and that was that. The third couple we contacted only lived about 10km from us and happily exchanged photos with us over the net – albeit fully clothed. They told us that their names were Margaret and Pete and suggested that we meet somewhere neutral for a get-to-know-you coffee. As soon as they walked into the garden restaurant we had all agreed on George and I exchanged nods and Rene and Jane reached under the table and squeezed our dicks. At least we all felt the same. 15 The first meeting was a bit awkward with none of us willing to bring up the reason we were meeting until finally Pete said that they were really pleased to meet us and did we mind if they went away and thought about everything. I asked him if that was the way they were saying thank you but no thank you and by answer he handed me a business card. “Just being careful.” He replied and said that they had agreed to talk things through before committing themselves. After they had left we all looked at each other and Jane nodded. George said. “Absolutely.” While Rene said that she’d like to get to know them better and I agreed while trying to picture Margaret without her clothes on. We went home and spent the afternoon doing what we all enjoy best. The phone rang. Margaret spoke to Rene and said that they had talked things over and could we meet at a restaurant the next night. She also said that they were both quite nervousand did we mind taking things slowly. We all agreed that things were beginning to look quite positive. We went to a delightful seafood restaurant where we knew we could sit at a reasonably secluded table out of earshot of other diners. We dressed carefully in smart casual clothes and the girls looked fabulous. Rene with her long straight brown hair casually draped across her shoulders and a low cut dress that showed just enough to make George and I make a few rude remarks about how Pete would react. Jane looked just as good with her blonde hair gleaming and a casual silk shirt that showed her off to the nth degree. They assured George and me that we looked OK and that if they were Margaret they would grab us in the restaurant in case we got away. Over a couple of bottles of chardonnay we realised that all six of us had a lot in common and conversation flowed easily over a whole range of topics until finally I couldn’t stand it any longer and brought up the subject we had all been trying to get around to. Margaret blushed slightly when I suggested we talk about why we were here and Pete confessed that he hadn’t known how to start. George suggested that we move to one of our houses as the restaurant was about to close and after we agreed that nothing other than conversation would happen that night we all moved to my place. 16 We all sat in our lounge room and consumed another two bottles of wine without touching on the subject again until Jane said that if we were going to talk about why we were here we should do it soon or the dawn would catch us. I looked at my watch and was amazed to discover that we had been talking for over three hours. Margaret nodded and said quietly that she and Pete had discussed at great length what they were thinking of doing and that we were the only people they had met so far that they both liked. That broke the ice and finally we were all talking about what was on our minds. We talked about the obvious dangers of what we proposed to do and we all agreed that a trip to the doc was in order – just to be sure. A short hiatus occurred when we ran out of all the obvious precautions we needed to take and I looked at Pete and asked him if it was ok for me to ask Margaret to dance to which he replied that he much preferred me to ask Margaret rather than him. We all laughed and so stood up and very formally asked Margaret if she would do me the honour of dancing with me. We turned the lights down and the music up and everybody danced with everybody and everybody kissed everybody and Margaret felt just as good as I thought she would when she moved against me in a close slow dance. After Margaret and I had danced for awhile – clung together and swayed would be a better description – I gently placed my hand on her tit and squeezed it through the material of her blouse. I was surprised to find that her nipples were quite hard and so I kissed her again just to see what her reaction would be. It was exactly what I had hoped for – our tongues had a dance of their own and she pushed her hips forward so that our bodies melded together. Her fanny was almost setting us alight it was so hot. She whispered in my ear. “I thought nothing was going to happen tonight.” I said. “Don’t worry, it won’t, but there’s nothing wrong with getting a small taste of what’s to come – is there?” She pulled back and said. “I want to talk to Pete for a moment – do you mind?” By way of reply I led her over to where Pete and Rene were engaged in a very intense bout of kissing and was pleased to see that he had also had a sample of what was to come by taking Rene’s tits in his mouth and sucking gently on them until her nipples stood up erect, proud and bright pink. We gathered George and Jane into the circle and we all agreed that what was happening was fine but that no sex was going to happen between anyone except people who were already partners. 17 Without another word George picked Jane up and carried her to one of the floor mattresses and proceeded to undress her on the spot. Margaret and Pete were fascinated and I could see Pete growing by the second as Jane’s not exactly unpleasant body was quickly revealed. Jane lay on her back and put her feet on George’s shoulders but kept her legs together. I looked at Margaret and she was almost drooling as I noticed that the buttons I had undone on her blouse previously were still undone and that her nipples were again upright and straining against the material of her bra. I reached out and gently pulled her to me as Rene and Pete sat on the couch where they could enjoy being spectators in comfort. I noticed that Pete had his hand in her slack pants and was busy enjoying the first feel of her fanny. I whispered to Margaret. “How do you feel seeing Pete do that?” She whispered back. “OK. Because it kinda gives me the right to do it too.” I said that I thought I knew how she felt because the first time I saw George touch Rene I had a lot of mixed feelings. I ran my hand up the inside of her leg and felt her opening up in anticipation as she whispered. “We have an agreement remember.” I replied that she didn’t need to worry as Pete would be finishing anything we started. She smiled and relaxed as I gently entered her with first two, then three, then four fingers as she sighed and lay back on the other couch. Meanwhile George was trying his famous “look Mum – no hands” trick and poking his weapon into Jane’s body in almost everywhere except the right place. Jane was giggling and enjoying every moment of the farce. Then I realised that they were performing purely for Pete and Margaret as I had seen them do this a hundred or more times and they’d never had any trouble finding the place they wanted. “Why don’t you go down there and help the poor guy before Jane dies of frustration.” I said to Margaret. She looked at me and shook her head. “No way! He’d be mad as hell if I touched him right now.” “No – they’re playing with us – it’s what they want one of us to do and I think George will be absolutely delighted if you do it.” She slid hesitantly off the couch and took hold of George as if she was handling a dangerous snake and guided him into Jane’s soaking hole. “Thank you Ma’am.” Said George, and proceeded to sink into Jane until she had every inch of his quite considerable length in her. 18 “Yes, thank you Margaret.” Jane said. “The stupid bastard forgot where it is.” We all laughed and Margaret stood up and took off her dress and blouse. I took off her bra and panties while Rene undressed Pete then led him over to his wife and placed her hand on his enormous hard-on. “Play time kids.” Rene said as she led Margaret across to Pete who looked at her with a smile as if it was their first time together. Pete wasted no time. He picked Margaret up and laid her out on the couch where he proceeded to give her a very lengthy but somewhat conventional shag. We all applauded and held up cards like diving judges – each card had 10 on it except mine which had 9.5. “How come only 9.5?” Asked George. “Because I wasn’t the lucky bugger doing the shagging.” I said. It was our turn to be on display and Rene led me to the centre of the mattresses by the cock. I’ve always thought that receiving head is a bit selfish on the man’s part because unless they use the 69 position the male is really the only one who gets the benefit. When I put that theory to Rene she scoffed and said that she got a huge buzz out of giving me pleasure and knowing that I trusted her not to bight me. She seemed to be sincere when she said it and as she has never lied to me about anything else I guess I’ll have to take her word for it. Anyway, 69 it was with my head against the wall and Rene’s delectable arse in the air for all to see. Rene has a very beautiful cunt which she says is just an ordinary vagina and takes me to task every time I call it a cunt. Whatever you choose to call it – it is a beauty – and I do not believe the theory that humans do not react to pheromones because one tiny whiff of Rene’s fanny and I’m as hard as a rock. It could also have something to do with the way she keeps it – clean shaven and absolutely spotless. Since we all started to live together and share each other we’ve all become very conscious of cleanliness and regularly shave and bathe together so that even after a really heavy bout of lovemaking the only scents are the normal ones. We also eat well and steer away from food which causes body odours. We also use enemas whenever we know we are going to have anal sex so all-in-all we are pretty squeaky when it comes to being clean. So there we were. George had his arm draped across Margaret’s shoulders and Pete was gently caressing Jane’s clit while we enjoyed our leisurely 69. 19 After a short while it all became too much for Jane and she informed Pete that he’d better stop or our agreement not to shag anyone but our own partners on this first evening would go out the window. Reluctantly he agreed and sat back to enjoy the show. Jane retrieved our box of toys ad invited Margaret to select whatever one she thought would feel good. Margaret hesitated because she thought Jane was going to use it on her and so selected what I thought was one of the bigger vibrators in our collection and nervously handed it to Jane who switched it on just to make sure everything was working. Next she kneeled behind Rene and gently placed it at her back door. Rene giggled and wriggled indicating that she had no problem with somebody giving her a little extra something while she was dealing with me. She reached behind to find out what it was she was about to receive and when she found out what it was and felt how big it was she took me out of her mouth and looking back at Jane asked her to go slowly. We have an agreement that we try anything that doesn’t involve pain and apart from the odd accidental twinge have never hurt each other so we are all conscious of being gentle. Nevertheless, I think Rene was a little nervous about taking such a monster in her arse. Margaret was wide eyed with excitement and concern and said. “Oh Rene, I’m sorry if I’d known where it was going I would have picked a small one. Rene reassured her that she trusted Jane not to hurt her and resumed eating me. Jane then reached into her own fanny and smeared some more of her juice on Rene’s puckered little ring. Rene pushed back a little to let Jane know she was ready and Jane pushed the head of the dildo into her. Rene gave a little groan as her sphincter protested and Jane stopped immediately and asked her if she was alright. Rene answered by pushing back against the monster which promptly sank a further half inch into her. She stopped eating me and I could feel her tensing and knew that it must be hurting her but she just asked Jane to rest awhile. Jane stopped and turned the vibrator onto its lowest setting and I could feel Rene relaxing as her arse accepted this enormous invader. Pete and George sat wide-eyed at this exhibition and both had their cocks in their hands gently stroking themselves as they watched. Margaret was breathless and kept whispering to Rene to stop if it was too much for her. Rene replied to that by pushing back again and this time almost half the dildo slid into her as Jane turned up the rate of vibration while gently beginning to move it slightly in and out. 20 Rene groaned with what I recognised as her pre-cumming tremors and stopped sucking me as her own feelings took over. I went to work on her clit and Jane smoothly inserted the rest of the monster into her. I could feel it through the walls of her fanny and wondered fo the fiftieth time she could do it because she is not a big girl in any way. Suddenly she began to moan and move her arse in little circles as she sank into that state that Rene reaches when she is having one of her better orgasms. She had such a tight grip of my cock that I thought she might snap it off. Jane was plunging the dildo in and out of her at an increasing rate and Rene moaned again as she came and what seemed like gallons of juice came out of her fanny. She relaxed and flopped out across me as she let go of my cock and just breathed heavily for a minute or so. |
Whoever claimed women couldn't thrive in the tech industry had clearly never met Gabriela Hernandez. At twenty three years old, this 5' fit Latina was shaping up to be the youngest female programmer to run a department of her size. Her drive in the office was only rivaled by her tenacity. And as she inhaled the steam in her large waterfall shower, Gabriella relished the luxury her labor afforded her. She wasn't in love with all that was happening to her city, but she did love the beautiful, brand new corner apartment she called home. The massive, floor to ceiling windows that made up the entirety of the two exterior walls allowed any and all of the sunlight that made it to her through the high rises that surrounded her. She always kept the place pristine; cleanliness is, after all, next to godliness. As she made her way from her bathroom into her bedroom she looked out at the view she had, mostly of various empty balconies. But there also was Guesseppe, the retired electrician across the street who was ending his day the same way he always did: a beer and a cigar. Guesseppe sheepishly averted his gaze when their eyes locked. Gabby bushed a little, but her eyes lingered. It was only expected that such a man would look away when caught ogling at the young broad in nothing but a towel. This was a little game she played every day. Though she’d never admit it — least of all to herself— there was something exhilarating about being somewhat on display like this. On some level it was why she always made this trek to and from her shower in this manner. Once in her room she slipped into some workout gear . Her all but religious exercise routine had kept her body even tighter than when she was in high school, only now, she had a rack to complete the look. Gabriella was most proud of her ass though, as it had also taken the most work to shape into the sturdy, plump arch that distracted every employee - man or woman - that chanced her in a pencil skirt. It wasn't typical practice for her to shower before the gym. Gabby also normally dressed more practically for the gym, but today’s motivations were different. In fact, today Gabriela planned to spend very little time working up a sweat, and most of her time doing targeted exercises that would give her 'feminine accents' a bit of a highlight. You see, there was someone new in her apartment building, a dark, tall and lean stud of a man had moved in down the hall. She had only exchanged hellos in the elevator, but the connection was there, and she aimed to make it a spark. Already butterflies formed in her stomach at the thought of the mystery boy. Once the hour-long workout routine was over, Gabriela proceeded to freshen up before heading home to spring her trap. Looking in the mirror she wondered if the spandex booty shorts were too slutty when combined with the sports bra she wore.. it was, she concluded. Luckily' her zip up crop hoodie added an element of class to the outfit. After thoroughly checking herself out, Gabby gave the mirror a wink and headed out the door. Jackson was gonna be hers. When she returned to the parking garage, Jackson's car was nowhere to be seen - perfect, he wasn't home yet. She checked her makeup again in the mirror, leaned the seat back and turned on a podcast. It had been such a long day at work that Gabriela could barely keep from dozing off in the warm summer evening air. With her mind on Jackson as she listened absently to the two people talking, as she started to fade, her dreams began to lean towards him as well. Her fingers unconsciously slid up her thigh as she pictured Jackson caressing her body with his firm grasp, she felt him kiss her navel and slide his tongue down to her exposed clit. As her mind slipped out of consciousness, her fantasy engulfed her in a lucid dream. Gabriela's hand began to massage her pussy lips through the dampening spandex. There was no room for panties when showing off her ass like this, which made the camel toe her fingers created, a seamless copy of her dampened hole. Her other hand began to mimich Jackson as she imagined him tugging on her delicate lingerie. Her mouth moaned with glee as he pinched an erect nipple. Dream Jackson coaxed the young woman to wave and wave of dreamscape orgasm. A car horn startled Gabriella awake. She looked around in horror, it was dark out now. Gabby sheepishly tucked her breasts back into her top and half-zipped the hoodie. As she looked around the lot she wondered to herself, How long was I out?! Judging by the time she realized it had been an hour since she pulled into her spot. Hopefully no one saw what she'd been doing in there. Surveying the area, she came to accept that at least one person seemed to be staring now. Which meant, yes, at least, some people saw. Who? She'd never know. She felt her cheeks blush, she tried to shield herself from her onlooker. Upon doing so, she turned her head and spotted Jackson's car. All this work for nothing? She thought, looking down at her terribly impractical exercise attire. She grabbed her work items and gym bag, taking her frustration out on the inanimate objects, and headed to the front door. Despite her annoyance at the situation, when the breeze cooled the damp patch between her legs, Gabriella couldn't help but smirk. Power-walking to the door, Gabriela frantically hoped to somehow catch Jackson -- maybe he was still waiting in the lobby for the elevator. She was so focused on her destination that she forgot to really look anywhere other than straight ahead. She didn't notice the tall dark and handsome Jackson with his head down in a book as his 6'4" frame casually paced at roughly the same speed as her frantic (but much shorter) legs. The latina spitfire all but trampled her target coming towards the door at a perpendicular approach. She watched in horror as her files, laptop and gym bag launched out of her loose grip and crashed to the floor. What else could possibly go wr --- in an instant, she was transfixed by the dark gaze of none other than Jackson Delanor. "Sorry, Miss, I wasn't looking where I was going, didn't see you there." He paused, and Gabby felt him taking her in, even strewn on the ground, the outfit seemed to leave an impression. "Gabriela was it?" He said, trading his apologetic tone for that southern charm she was so intrigued by. "Call me Gabby, and no, it's my fault. I was in a rush, not paying attention." She was worried her Hispanic accent may throw him a bit, but what could she do? "Well, Gabby, here, let me help you." Jackson reached out and grabbed the majority of Gabby's work debris, leaving her with just the gym bag. The young professional was a little confused at first when he didn't simply hand it to her, instead he began to walk towards the lobby. Since the first look, Gabby had been avoiding looking anywhere near Jackson's face so as to avoid being swept into those chocolate eyes again. But why wasn't he giving her items back? Was eye contact a condition for him? She met him at the door, and gradually looked up at the face over a foot above her own, where he was looking on waiting for her free hand to unlock the door. "Your hands are full. I can take this stuff up to your apartment for you." The man spoke with a suaveness that made Gabby hang on every word. "You don't have to, sir" Her chest was aflutter. "I insist, in fact," Jackson paused and smirked at her "I'm the one holding the cards in this instance." He gestured to the valuables he held hostage. "That you are Mr..." Gabby pretended not to remember his name as she unlocked the door and let him in. "Jackson, Jackson Delanor. We met a couple weeks ago. I'm a couple units down the hall from you." As he spoke, she wondered if he bought her feigned ignorance, or was simply playing along? Either way, the two walked forward. "Right, of course. Well if you insist, wanna hold this while I check my mail?" She plopped the bag on top of his pile and turned to the mailboxes before he got a word in. "My pleasure." He replied, though the truth of the statement had yet to be revealed. Gabriella wasn't all actually too concerned with her mail. But the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. With her belongings secure, she proceeded with her plans. She strutted across the lobby to where the mailboxes were, taking care to sway her hips like she was on the runway and slowly arched her back as she lowered down to reach her box. Empty.. irrelevant. She turned and sauntered back over to the elevator with a rehearsed gate that used just enough bounce to subtly jiggle her natural breasts with each step. She was elated to catch him staring and decided to give him a look of passive approval when he realized he'd been made. Everything was going perfectly. "So what were you rushing off too earlier Ms. Gabby." Jackson said, clearly hoping to connect with the beautiful woman beside him in the elevator. "Ms. Gabby? You must not be from here." She looked up to him as she spoke, hoping to convey her intentions with her vicious 'fuck me' eyes. "No ma'am. Atlanta, got a job offer with a salary that made my jaw drop from the university. Now I give most of it to our landlord. Him and a couple overpriced coffee shops." "Engineering?" "Literature. I'm about as good with computers as your grandma." The two laughed as Gabby realised he was either the yin to her yang, or a poor match for her beyond the physical. Luckily the physical seemed to be her top priority at the moment. "Sounds fun." She said, hoping the ingenuity of her statement wasn't toa obvious. Even if English wasn't a second language, Gabby had no time for books. And try as she may, she couldn't get into sitting down and reading. She was a woman of the future, for better or for worse. "It is, and it pays. Especially when I get to meet interesting people running through doors without looking." He spoke with that sultry, slow, southern drawl that had intrigued her. It slowed her normal pace. Made her pause and listen. "I guess that is a perk of sorts. Thanks for not being an asshole about that by the way." She was grateful more because it meant she got to be in that elevator with him than because she didn't want to get reemed out. "Not at all, but you still haven't answered my question." "Sorry?" She was genuinely confused "What were you in such a hurry to get to? The urgency now seems to have worn off completely." It had. What she was rushing off to now stood beside her. Gabriela could feel her heart pounding so much she feared Jackson could hear it too. She wasn't one for dancing around things, but at this moment she felt like a little school girl all over again. She read his face, bubbling over with intrigue. He seemed as interested in her as she was him. But she was so occupied with taking the first step with him that she didn't even notice the way her teeth bit down on her lip as she crossed her hands behind her back and made the leap. "Well, if you must know.. and.. no judgement.. I mean.. I'm just being honest here..." She hated the way she was fumbling through her English. "Sure, Sure" His reply calmed her. "I was waiting in my car since I got home from the gym waiting for you to come back from work." She paused and took a moment to gauge his response. "So you'd see me in the elevator while I was in this sexy little number." Gabby's heart stopped as she waited for him to reply.. "Oh?" She watched his eyes truly, truly take her in. "well mission accomplished Ms Gabby... Mission certainly accomplished." He paused and began to stroke the scruff on his perfect jawline, "But now, I must inform you of my mission” “Oh?” She said, raising an eyebrow as she rolled onto her tiptoes. “To see you out of that sexy little number.” He said, dripping with desire. So forward! She thought. She couldn't help but drop her jaw with excitement. With some effort, Gabby managed to take a step toward the hunk of meat - her knees weak. His statement had caused her hand to reflexively slide up her chest grazing an already erect nipple before she caught herself and guided it into her hair. Her big brown eyes looked up into the strong chiseled features of her new toy. She was ready. Gabby sprung into his arms and wasted no time sliding her tongue into his mouth. As his body replied, she became lost in his desire. Moments later when the elevator doors finally opened onto the fifteenth floor, Gabby realized her bra and hoodie were on the ground.... and her hands were in his unbuckled trousers. Jackson quickly grabbed Gabriella's things in one hand and her in the other as they tongued their way down the hall to her apartment. The cold air from the AC unit in the hall gave her goosebumps and sent a rush through her exposed body. It reminded her how exposed she was, which lubricated her already soaking fuck hole. Gabriella wrapped her legs around Jackson’s waist. She could feel his bulge through her thin shorts. She groaned in anticipation as images of him inside her flashed across her consciousness. Trusting the grip he held her backside with, Gabriella lifted her hands off from around his neck and reached under his button up. She figured he’d be strong, but this was something else. His chest was rock solid. As her fingers surveyed his chiseled features she felt his hand slide down from her back into the backside of her shorts. She bit down onto his lip and tugged a bit when she knew he’d realized there were no panties down there to encumber him. His large hands slid down her anus into the wetness below. Gabby squealed as his fingers dipped inside her. In reply Jackson pressed her against the wall and ground into her pelvis, compounding the sensation. The young woman took the moment to break from their tongue fight and gasp and moan as his musings rimmed her closer to climax. She was desperate for his cock, she twerked and spasmed against his bulge and felt it part her lips through the spandex. Waves of pleasure bucked and flowed within their movements until she finally had enough. Gabby jumped off of him, dropped her shorts onto the floor and walked sensually over to her apartment in nothing but her running shoes. She looked back at him with her teeth pinching her bottom lip to reveal the candid desire she felt as walked through the doorway. The two entangled themselves in one another on her large leather couch in the dark apartment. For two hours their bodies danced and writhed in a hot and sweaty embrace. By the end she had to admit it was best fucking she'd had experienced all year! He wasn't the biggest, but he knew how to use it, and that's 80% of the battle. Plus, Jackson's manhood felt almost as good as it tasted, especially as it tasted with her cum all over it. Her favorite part of any sexual encounter is licking up the mess upon completion. The only thing she'd wished he would have done was fuck her from behind, but all in due time. When they were finally done they collapsed on her couch in mutual satisfied exhaustion. He kissed her again and made his way to her bathroom. As Gabby sat alone in the room facing the window, her eyes met those of a man standing on his balcony across the way. He smiled.. she smiled back before understanding what the man was smiling about. When she did, her jaw dropped as she reached to cover her nakedness. In an instant her brain started firing, not only was she visible now, but she had been since the moment Jackson walked in with her, they'd seen EVERYTHING! Anyone could have! She was appalled with herself, but also... something else. As Gabriella reached to recover her virtue, somehow the signals of alarm got crossed with a perverse sexual excitement at the thought of a stranger watching her. Her hand squeezed rather than covered her breasts and her attempt at modesty was undone by her spreading legs as the hand intended to cover her crotch massaged her clit. That’s when she realized he wasn’t the only one out there. A couple stood on their balcony watching through the other window. And a few younger men were watching from a story or two up. Her face turned red in embarrassment. She wasn't quite sure what was compelling her, but despite her knees shaking with nervousness, Gabby got up, and walked over to the window.. “Jackson, dear?” “Yes Ms?” She turned, hearing the bathroom door open in response. “I have an early start tomorrow and really need to get my beauty sleep, would you mind” As she spoke her eyes returned to checking every window and patio she could spot. “No problem here hun. I’ll be out quicker than a hair. So long as you let me cook you a meal sometime soon.” Jackson said jokingly “How about Sunday.” Gabby was only half listening. She actually had plans on Sunday. “Sunday it is. Lord won’t be too happy with us though." “Oh I’ll make sure of that." She said under her breath as she bit her lip, locking onto an intimidatingly sexy looking woman in the unit beside hers. She'd never noticed him before, but suddenly he was all she could think about. With that Jackson was gone and Gabriella returned her attention to her audience. Rather than standing there, like a deer in the headlights, Gabby laid back on the hardwood floor exposing her wet pussy to the window. She slid a finger in, then another to make sure her clit rubbers were well prepped. Her nipples hardened, every sensation she was so used to feeling was magnified by the people staring into her private moment. She wasn't usually a big masturbator. Had always preferred finding a quick lay to buying a good toy. But tonight was different. It was only moments before this that she was reeling in the throws of ecstasy. Now she felt even more powerful, more sexual, more free. Her fingers danced in and out of herself as her other hand rubbed her throbbing clit. She was deafeningly horny, even if Jackson had thoroughly satisfied her mere minutes before. The side window was much closer. She noticed that in the unit two down from the couple was a tall black man watching. She turned to face him and locked eyes as she dug her hand into her warm cunt. He held up a piece of cardboard, she read the sharpied letters “I bet I can make you cum twice as hard as he did. She nodded, pinching her nipple at the thought. He put it down after flashing a wicked grin and wrote on the back. “Unlock your door and blindfold yourself” she didn’t expect to bite her lip and nod... but that’s exactly what she did. ———————————————----------------------------------------- The man in the window didn't ask Gabby to restrain herself, but as she tugged the knot in the satin fabric belt she had fastened to her wrists, she couldn't help but yelp a little with giddy anticipation. Gabby kneeled on the couch she’d had for years, the leather felt foreign. It was as though she’d never truly felt it before. Everything was heightened. She could feel the fabric, smell the room, feel the cool from the window. She listened to the silence of the empty apartment.. it was blaring. Gabriella had been blindfolded for what seemed like hours to her. In reality she knew it was merely as long as it took the man next door to walk to the elevator, take it down to the buildings' shared garage, walk over to the elevator for her building and so on. She stretched her body out in anticipation as crawled onto her elbows. She sat on all fours, ready to please, ready to be pleased. She could feel all the eyes in the complex on her and loved how on display it felt to her. Gabby's pussy quivered as she listened to the finally door open, close, then lock. The footsteps were quite faint, she ached with anticipation as he approached. The patter of feet continued, Gabriella heard the distinct click of her lightswitch. She knew the shading from the light fixtures would be quite flattering to her posture on the couch. She had taken care when she first laid out her furniture apartment to place the couch so that she looked good when sitting there hosting various... guests at night. She smirked to herself and began to twerk her ass a bit for her newest guests. The man smelled of expensive cologne. He inhaled her essence fiercely. Suddenly, Gabby became aware of how much larger than her the complete stranger she'd just let into her apartment was. She was quite literally helpless, even if she hadn't restrained herself she could tell by the weight of his steps that he could toss her around like a rag doll without breaking a sweat. At least if he tried something there would be witnesses... if she were honest with herself though, the helplessness was a turn on. Goosebumps radiated out from her spine as his fingertips lightly traced her vertebrae. When he reached the top Gabby felt an immediate presence facing her as she listened to the sound of his belt unbuckling. Gabby swore the man was doing so in slow motion. She crawled forward to the edge of the couch toward the musky scent of the man before her only to be smacked in the face by the hard-on emerging from his trousers. She tried to do the mental math as to what the length must be - certainly longer than anything she'd had before, but her musings were cut short by the back of her head being yanked forward. Two large hands dug into her scalp as she became filled with a cock that stretched the sides of her mouth and smashed into her throat. Gabby had never enjoyed giving head like she did tonight. She reached down to her vacant pussy to tease her lips, making sure to make a show of it for both her lover and her audience. She began to rock back and forth on his member, slurping away with an ease she did not expect. Gabby had always prided herself on her head game, but this was easily the biggest she'd had to face. Before she saw oral as a service, it was a competition with all past and future lovers. Like in her office, she aimed to be the best whoever was experiencing her mouth ever experienced. Holding that title got her off, but this was the first time she really enjoyed getting her face fucked personally. She felt her pussy ache as her tongue darted along the underside of his shaft with each thrust. The man's hands slid down her back. She was impressed that he was able to reach all the way down to her pussy without shifting his weight or altering his movements; figuring out how was cut short however when a pair of fingers dipped into her, parting and exploring her entrance. She moaned as the two fingers found her G-spot, and his thumb began to rub her clit. The two fingers outside of her clamped down on her labia which seemed to compound the other two sensations. She moaned and writhed as he leveraged his implanted hand to yank her forward into his thrusting pelvis. Her eyes rolled back under the blindfold as she worked to bury her face in his pubic hair each time. As orgasm approached Gabriella was too occupied to feel weight add onto the couch. She was far too distracted to notice that three hands now toyed with her groin. She didn't clue in until her walls parted by the head of another cock. She gasped as 10 inches of thick meat plunged unapologetically all the way down to the entrance of her cervix. Her eyes went agape and she flailed; slowly coming to realise what was going on. "I told ya girl, I'm gonna make you cum twice as hard." The deep voice of the man in front of her reminded her. As she gasped with bewildered elation. She never protested; never tried to stop them. They say sometimes women freeze up during assault; that wasn't what this was. She never protested because before she even came to understand that a second person had started fucking her, Gabby started rolling into one of the biggest orgasms of her life. The finger on her clit had not stopped lightly rubbing back and forth while the large cock's slight downward curve quickly overwhelmed her G-spot. With her pussy fully filled by his girth, Gabby quickly began to spasm under the pressure building. A flood gate of creamy fluid began to ooze out of her entrance each time he withdrew. She sang an elated song of muffled moans of climax to the rhythm of the two sets of balls smacking against her wet holes. The orgasm only intensified as the man behind her began to massage her vacant ass hole... Exactly what she'd wanted all night. Her body began to rock back and forth without her control as she joined her two lovers in fucking her brains out. In her head she fantasized about the men on either side of her. She wondered if more people had also started to watch her. Maybe the couple across the way were playing with eachother, or fucking to their cadence. The thoughts were cut short as she felt the hand at the back of her head yank on her hair, lifting the weight of her body by it. Suddenly two lips pressed against her own slobbery orifice. As their tongues danced, the other man began to nibble on her neck. A hand trailed down her chest and onto her vagina still being thrusted into, though now at an even more severe angle. She winced as the hand slapped her clit a couple times before sliding inside and lifting her off the other man's cock. She'd never been lifted by her vagina before, it impressed her the ease he was able to do so. At the same time another hand grabbed hold of the fabric tied around her wrists and pulled her arms up over her head. The man kissing her broke away to let the arms pass then returned to grip her by her throat rather than her hair. Once her arms were over her head, they were draped over the head of the man behind her, hooking the fabric on the back of his muscular neck. She moaned, now unencumbered by dick as the fingers inside her began to pulse back and forth. There was a slopping sound her stretched hole was making, but it was drowned out by her pleas for more dick. Gabriella was ravenous. In an instant, Gabby went silent. A large, erect cock thoroughly coated in her creamy fluids pressed against her anus. The hand inside her slowly lowered her onto his friend. Gravity, it seemed, had little concern for how tight the entrance was. Normally she required far more preparation and foreplay before she could take dick this way, but she had unintentionally lubricated him so well already that her ass let him in with an ease that it quickly came to regret. She screamed as the head stretched her entrance then sank all the way down into her. She felt him in her gut, in her thighs, down in her toes. "FAUuUUUKKK! Oh Myyy Fuckkinggggg!!!! It's TOOOO DEEEEP!!!!!! " She pleaded, but the man was not hearing it... or at least not hearing it as no. He began to grind his hips, agitating her entrance in a way that made her quiver. The fingers on her throat tightened, cutting off any further expression of apprehension. As she felt her face go red, the arm extended forward, pushing her backwards. At the same time the man behind her lowered his body until he lay on his back. Gabriella fell back with him, tied to him by her restraints but also pushed forward by the hand clamped on her neck. They lowered her slowly with a surprising degree of control. Each millimeter of rotation sent shockwaves through her core as the cock in her ass punched deep into her. As intense and ungracious as the insertion was, the reprieve granted as they lowered her allowed her body to accept him, she felt her muscles relax as her cavity made space for a dick she would have wrongly assessed to be far too large for her backdoor. Once finally nestled against his muscular chest, Gabby turned her head towards where she assumed his face would be. The hand at her throat positioned her correctly before the man behind her pressed his face into hers. She ground her hips against the base of his shaft, thanking her with her lips and waist for his girthy present to her. The young woman moaned as two hands pulled her legs apart. One was pulled back at her inner thigh by the man behind her. He draped it over the sofa. The other leg was pushed by the man in front of her as he leaned forward. She felt his cock slide onto her stomach as his body pressed against hers. Her legs forming this wide V shape seemed to concentrate the pressure in her ass. Though it made it harder to continue grinding against him, it also made the sensation far more rewarding for both of them. She whimpered as the grinding seemed to somehow make his dick slide deeper into her. A further cause of her sounds was the way the other man's cock pressed against her entrance felt as she slid up and down its shaft. The man on top's grip tightened. He grabbed his manhood and slapped her cunt with his cock. "You want this dick bitch" He said in a low growl. "mmm uh huh.... .m" she whispered between sounds of elation and heavy breathing. It was the best she could do with her windpipe crushed. "I can't hear you!" She gasped frantically as his grip relented. She had no idea how starved for air she was until that moment. It seemed to be capping her pleasure like a pressure cooker. Suddenly her body off-steamed and Gabby overflowed elated moans for more. "Yes Daddy, give me that fucking dick! Ahh! I want you!!! To ohhh fucck mee Soooo FUcKINC HAARD!" She yelled, gripping the nerk of the man behind her to provide herself with better leverage to grind against the two erections. As she did so, the man below started to get more excited. She whispered other bile into his ear while he began to bounce her on his lap. Each time he pressed into her or she fell back onto him was like an electric shock that shot all the way up to her chest. She arched her back and leaned her shoulders against his begging for more. Across the parking lot word must have spread. Despite the darkness it wasn't terribly late, 10:30pm. The complex was actually a collection of 4 buildings with a gated parking lot in the centre and underground parking below. Gabby's corner unit faced that lot, giving two out of the four towers a direct line of sight into the apartment and roughly forty percent of the third building. At twelve stories with fifteen units across, that was 180 units per building, about a third of those four hundred units were watching through her window. Some appalled, most intrigued. She didn't realize that cameras had turned on, that calls were being made, all she knew was that she was filled with dick, and doing so with an audience... and that she was cumming, hard. As the man in front pressed his cock into her cunt, Gabby practically felt like a virgin. She'd done some wild things, this wasn't the first time she'd had sex with different people in one day, but she'd never been with two men at once! The invasion of her backside, she thought, rendered her vagina full as well, but as he pressed in, Gabriella felt herself stretch open like never before. She screamed and quivered, trying in vain to pull away from the force, but as the two men began to move back and forth, the pain gave way to pleasure. Her muscles began to crave the stretching; miss it when they pulled out. Though the man beneath her never really pulled all the way out, the man on top was pulling out all the way each time in order to play with her pussy. Each time he split her open stimulated her entrance in a way that sent her over the edge. He watched from above as her stomach muscles began to contract, her toes curled: climax neared. He got the message. The man punched the entirety of his girth into her entrance and began to fuck her furiously. His friend followed suit as the both began to thrust hard and fast. Gabby screamed her elation. She wanted desperately to break free from her bonds to pinch her erect nipples, but somehow being deprived of that option heightened her pleasure. Finally she remembered the four other hands groping and squeezing her delicate frame. "Ohhhh Fucckkkk! GRabb my TITTIES !!!!! FUCUKKKK SQUeeeze TheEEEMEMM DADDDDYYYYYYY!" Her pitch jumped three octaves as the man's massive hands each clamped down on her breasts. She felt the soft flesh seeping out between his fingers while he massaged their skin. Her nipple protruded between his middle and index fingers; that was, until he pinched down on them, using his knuckles to maximize the force. Sure enough, this sent Gabby over the edge. Her convulsions reached their peak as her pussy tightened and juice ruptured inside her. She curled her toes as orgasm washed over her like a waterfall of pleasure. In response the two men began to buck wildly. The uncontrolled flailing only exacerbated her more. She writhed and groaned as her entire being was swept up in stimulation. This was a deep, full body orgasm, something she rarely experienced. Both men seemed to be somehow slipping deeper into her than before, she continued to squeal as she felt their cocks twitch, then spew hot seed deep inside her. The man on top continued to fuck her through spurt after spurt edging on her climax with ever lunge. She squeezed the neck she was attached to as her gracious house guests carried her into a new world of pleasure. Finally, the man above gave his final series of full, penetrative thrusts, burying his full length into her and pressing his pelvis against hers as hard as he could. They sat in that moment, three sweaty bodies panting furiously from both fatigue and elation, until, without a word, they released her. The man behind her untied her wrists while the other slid his softening erection out of her sopping wet pussy. Worried he was attempting to leave, as soon as she was freed, Gabby lunged forward, grabbing his unsuspecting waist. She got to do something she wanted to do with Jackson, but had been too distracted. A cautious tongue, blindly searched for the base of his cock. When she found it, she slid her tongue and top lip along the shaft before sliding the head all the way down. She loved the taste of her own cum. Especially the thick creamy kind that the deep penetration this evening produced. Gabriella grasped the man's base, then sucked down with her lips tight. She almost gagged as his cock twitched in response, smacking her uvula like a punching back. Her eyes went wide under the blindfold as she instinctively - though pointlessly - looked up at him. "Sorry gorgeous" He said with a shrug As she slid her way back to the head, Gabby worked her tongue around the circumference. She was determined to leave him sparkling clean with one slow movement. She felt pride mix with her general euphoria as the man moaned his gratitude to her. There was another person she was performing for, or... well over a hundred other people, but she didn't know that yet. With a final pop she released him. Somehow not being able to see her work made it better. She squeezed her breast as she slid off the other man's erection. She'd never know how well she did, as a result, she would think about it constantly. The second gentlemen sat in anticipation of his cock receiving the same treatment. Slowly, Gabriella turned around to do just that. Though, this was the first time he got to experience her mouth, or her face... what little was visible at least. She took her time, kissing and licking his thighs and hips. She could taste her fluid everywhere, in fused with the slight saltiness of his own sweat, and the distinct flavor of semen. Her small hand failed to fully grab the circumference of his member as she did her best to hold it in place for her mouth. She misjudged the curve however, and rather than slide in seamlessly, his head bumped the stretched out tongue covering her bottom lip and chin. With a quick correction, Gabby decided to try and milk his softening cock back to full height before saying goodbye. After all, neither gentlemen got to really see how good she worked with her mouth. Up and down, she seamlessly flew along his shaft, jostling his newly spent balls. As she slid down either side, Gabby started to feel his sac spasm. Cum trickled down onto her cheek as his cock returned to full mast. She smiled as she returned to the tip to claim her reward. After sucking on the head for a little longer Gabby gave a final pop, then released him with the same smile she gave after her presentations at work. It read, translated in both settings the same way: "Happy to be of service." The man kissed her cheek and whispered in a gravelly voice. "good girl" before affectionately slapping her cheek. And with that they were gone. When she heard the door close, Gabby pulled the blindfold down and exhaled a satisfied sigh of contentment. She turned to her audience and felt a combination of horror and excitement. She walked over to the windows, cum still trickling out of her holes to look at the figures speckled across the hundreds of balconies. Some had turned their lights on, some stood in the dark, some people were inside, about a dozen people were sucking or fucking, most were masturbating. She felt so dirty, so... filthy... She loved it. Rather than return to her couch, she laid down in front of the window and massaged the cum out of her holes as a tasty midnight snack... That was, until she heard a knock at the door. ______________________________________________________________________________________________ Stay tuned for part two where Gabby explores her new fascination with performing for the apartment complex while navigating her fresh relationship with Jackson. Our young protagonist has only scratched the surface. |
I had a long term, if occasional and strictly sexual relationship with Theresa. She also turned out to be one of the wildest, kinkiest and most perverted women I have ever known. It started with a phone call when I was at work. The well spoken and educated voice at the other end asked if I would be available to visit that evening at 7pm. ‘Where?’ I asked. ‘Holiday Inn, Maidenhead’. ‘Sure, I charge £60.00 an hour plus travelling expenses’. She asked me what I looked like and a little about my experience. She then told me she wanted some deep tissue and some relaxation massage to finish off. We agreed the price and she arranged to meet me in reception and told me to wear a suit. This wasn’t unusual as some hotels won’t allow massage in their hotels, so I put my couch in my non-descript black bag. Upon arrival I straightened my tie, slung the bag across my shoulders and entered the hotel. Locating the bar, I approached my likely client, Theresa. Theresa appeared to be in her late thirties with brunette, shoulder length hair, a round oval face, smouldering brown eyes and a generous smile. She looked lightly overweight with a full figure and large breasts which were hardly disguised by her tightly fitted jacket. Her legs were covered by a red skirt that stopped below the knee. Looking up I had guessed right as she stood, ‘Hi, I’m Theresa’ she stated confidently, ‘would you like a drink?’ ‘I will have a glass of red with you if that’s ok?’ and propping my bag against the wall beside me I sat down as she sat opposite me, clearly appraising me. Theresa explained that she had been away from home for most of the last two weeks travelling extensively for work but explained she was having trouble relaxing. She told me that she had decided to do something about and it and for the first time, she had taken the plunge and ordered a Masseur. ‘Let’s hope I don’t let you down then’ I said smiling. She looked me up and down for a second then coldly told me, ‘you had better not!’ The way she spoke was not in a teasing, relaxed manner, more cold and superior. Immediately my back was up and for a second, I almost felt like getting up and leaving but I had met many women like this in my business. ‘What’s your occupation?’ I asked amiably. ‘I’m the National Portfolio Manager for a property company’ she said. Her whole demeaner was one of superiority, her gaze hardly hiding her disdain and I got the impression that she was used to telling people what to do and would be extremely hard and demanding to work for. She told me to pour us a drink and rather resenting her tone and the way she told me rather than asking, I hesitated for some seconds before reluctantly pouring us a drink. For a minute or two nothing was said as sat back and decided that if nothing else I would have a drink before I left. I then asked her what a Portfolio Manager did and the flood gates opened as she spent ten minutes explaining the importance of her role marketing a host of office buildings around the country, liaising with contractors, clients and letting agents. I was actually very impressed but her attitude left a lot to be desired. She downed her glass quickly and asked me to join her for another glass before we went up to her room. ‘So, do you do this often?’ she enquired coldly. I explained that until recently I worked with a female massage therapist covering the airport hotels but that my colleague was away, so I was working alone. ‘What, so you massage together?’ and I told her that we normally offered four hand massage for couples. She seemed genuinely intrigued and asked me to tell her more but being slightly wary of a new client, I didn’t divulge too much. However, I explained that increasingly we were working separately and that all of the clients I had met in the past month or so had been exclusively professional business women. ‘Really’ she said, ‘so you are used to a woman telling you what to do then!’ and looked at me with a cold, hard stare as if challenging me. I didn’t reply but smiled politely and suggested that we make our way up to her room. Theresa soon drowned another glass, ordered a bottle to her room and suggested we go up. A few minutes later we entered her room and told me to set up my couch by the window next to the bed while she had a quick freshen up in the shower. I set up my couch, took out my sports vest and shorts and changed. As I finished there was a knock at the door. Opening it, I took the tray from the waiter and placing the tray on the bedside cabinet, I poured two glasses of wine and prepared my cream and oil from my bag as I heard the shower turn off. The bathroom door opened and Theresa entered wearing a thick white hotel dressing gown. She looked up and I instantly saw her checking me out in my sports vest, paying particular attention to my arms. ‘I hope you are ready?’ she asked. Her superior attitude and her rude manner was now grating on my nerves and managing to hide my irritation I suggested that she might like to lay on her front first and then cover herself with the towel whilst I use the bathroom to wash my hands. She kind of huffed as if I was keeping her waiting but ignoring her I turned and entered the bathroom. As I washed my hands I looked in the mirror, my irritation clearly showing on my face and determined to make her pay for her rudeness if I got the chance. When I returned rather than laying on her front with a towel covering her as instructed she was laying propped on her elbows. The towel barely covered her large, round bottom and her large, heavy breasts were clearly visible as they hung down onto the couch. Unfazed, I took the towel, adjusted it, spread it over her bottom and over the back of her thighs. Placing my hands on the small of her back I gently pushed her down onto the couch. ‘Now, you asked for deep tissue and everyone’s tastes are different, so if any time you want me to increase or decrees the intensity please tell me’. She didn’t reply but lay down and then placing her hands alongside her body I applied some oil and started to massage it slowly and gently into her back. Taking my time, I increased the intensity and length of my strokes until I felt her muscles had warmed sufficiently and then started to go much deeper. I heard her sigh and several times I sensed her physically relax as my movements became increasingly stronger. I then bent forward and using my arms in long strokes I heard her groan as I moved down her bottom and started to massage the back of her thighs. I had massaged enough women to recognise the signs. I could tell she was enjoying the feel of my hands on her body and there was no mistaking her quiet groan and a slight parting of her thighs as I slowly stroked up the inside of her thighs. I stopped an inch from her pussy before slowly sliding my hands across the back of her thighs and bottom before starting to stroke up her thigh using even slower and more gentle strokes. I had now been massaging her deeply for about forty minutes when she asked if we could pause for a drinks break. ‘You’re the client’ I replied and propping herself upon her elbows she looked at me and told me to pass her a drink. Again, no manners, no please! I hesitated determined to finish as soon as possible, get paid and leave. As if she thought I hadn’t heard she snappily told me again to pass her drink, her tone cold and abrupt. ‘Please’ I replied. ‘What!‘ she asked incredulously. ‘Pass me a drink… please’. I replied. I stood next to her and watched a rush of anger flush her cheeks. ‘Just do as your fucking told’. We locked eyes for a second and then I placed the lid on my cream and taking the towel form her bottom I folded it and threw it onto my case. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘I’m done’. ‘Can you get off the couch please!’. I responded firmly. I could see her anger and as if hardly believing her ears she glared at me and told me not to be so fucking sensitive. Ignoring the insult, I told her I required payment of £100.00 and stood holding her gaze. ‘Get off the couch please’ I said quietly but firmly. ‘Don’t you dare talk to me like that’ she said. ‘I’m paying for you!’ she spat the words at me and I could easily imagine how unpleasant she could be in an office environment. ‘Let me tell you something’ I said quietly. ‘I’ve massaged far better women than you, I don’t need your money and you aren’t paying me enough to take this so get up!’ She seemed totally incredulous to be spoken to in this manner but there was something else. ‘Now you can either pay me what you owe me or, start to treat me with respect and pay me to stay. Personally, I don’t care either way but if you want me to stay you will pay me in advance, keep quiet and do as I say is that clear?’ She continued to stare at me but as I pulled off my vest and picked up my shirt to get changed I recognised a moment of doubt in her eyes. Her bravado receded and I instinctively knew she was going to back down. ‘OK’ she said quietly. I ignored her and deliberately put on my shirt and started to do up the buttons. ‘Ok’ she said, ‘How much?’ For a second, I carried on as if I hadn’t heard her and watched her confidence evaporate as I paused and looked at her. ‘It depends what you want?’ ‘I want to know if you do extra’s?’ ‘Like?’ I snapped back although I knew what she was asking. ‘You, know, more than a massage?’ I held her gaze and nodded. ‘Two hundred pounds, paid in advance’. I could see her cheeks were flushed and all of the cold, hard bravado had now gone to be replaced by a desperate looking, insecure woman and I suspected that maybe it had been a long time since she had been spoken back to or probably been intimate with anyone. Suddenly humbled she politely asked me to pass her bag and propping herself up on her elbows she took out the money and gave it to me before giving me an embarrassed smile, thanking me and laying back down without another word. Pacified by her change of attitude I took of my shirt and without a word I took the oil and rubbing my palms together, I slowly rubbing them together before placing them on her back and started again. However, this time my movements where slower, more gentle, slowly easing every muscle, fibre by fibre. I finished her shoulders and slid my hands down her sides, my fingers lightly brushing the edge of her breasts. I heard her groan very quietly and then again as my hands slid down her spine stopping an inch from her bottom. I then ran my freshly oiled hands slowly down the back of her hamstrings before coating the back of her legs in oil and massaging them slowly from top to bottom with long, laborious strokes. As I did so and ran my hands over her bottom, down between her cheeks and swept down her legs. I did this several times and then as I went to slide my hands along and on the inside of her thighs she parted her thighs slightly allowing my fingers to massage to within an inch of her pussy. I heard her groan and the sensed her chest rising with each stroke along her thighs. For some minutes I continued enjoying the moment, feasting my eyes on her, turned on and amused by the fact that she was now responding to every touch, every stroke, her breathing deep and her cheeks flushed red. I had massaged enough women to know where this was likely to go and my thoughts were confirmed as she opened her legs and I massaged right to the edge of her pussy lips as she groaned and sighed increasingly animated. However, one thing I love is not giving in too quick. She clearly wanted more but I was going to keep her waiting so moving up her back I walked around to the front of her until my groin was just a foot from the top of her head. Space in the room was quite tight and the end of my couch I had a standalone face pad. It was pretty close to the bedside cabinet making it feel more than a little cosy. As I slid my hands from her shoulders down her spine my groin was brushing against her hair. It was at this point that she moved her arms from beside her and let then drop over the end of the couch and gripped a table leg in each hand. I massaged her sides, deliberately letting my hands glide over the side of her breasts and enjoyed hearing her moan in response. It was then that I felt a hand on my leg and sensing what was to come, I immediately reached down and placed her hand back on the leg of the couch. ‘Awe’ she breathed but my response was to tell her to behave and lay still. Again she tried, her persistence making me even more determined to have some fun. Then quickly reaching up she grabbed the waist band of my shorts and in one quick movement pulled them down to my knees. I grabbed the waistband, pulled them up and then feeling a little enraged I grabbed her wrists and placed her hands on the leg of the couch. ‘I’m the one doing the touching, not you’. ‘But I’m paying’ she said. ‘True, but the next time you might regret doing that’. I was actually irritated at being grabbed and determined not to let her start to get her own way or dominate me. However, she was having none of it and began to repeatedly reach up and pull down my shorts or pull me into her as she upturned her face and tried to nip at my groin. ‘Don’t!’ I said. ‘Or what?’ she retorted aggressively. I could sense the tension, there was real sexual tension building and once again that domineering attitude resurfaced. It was clear that she was intending to push me, once again on her elbows and trying to pull me onto her. Theresa was now becoming increasingly aggressive and getting even more excited as evidenced by her nipples which now hardened, a red glow now spreading across her neck. I could clearly smell her sex and as she once again grabbed me, this time she hit me full on and grabbed my now very hard cock. She was groping me hard and trying to force my cock into her mouth. If there is one thing I don’t like its being groped. Enraged, I looked across at the robe, grabbed the tie rope and dragged it free of the dressing gown. Then I took her wrists, pulled her arms above her head and then holding her left hand to the leg of the couch. Clearly enjoying the reaction, she tried to pull away but her efforts were half hearted and there was no real intent. Tying her wrist securely I stretched the cord across and secured her other wrist to the opposite leg of the couch. I looked down at her. She was trying to raise her face to my groin, opening her mouth and clearly enticing me to let her suck me. I stepped forward as if to let her but instead I moved around the couch. I couldn’t believe how intense this was. The way she was looking at me, no, snarling at me, literally enticing me with every look to take her. Now it was my turn to take stock and take control! I stood trying to catch my breath before I grabbed my tie off the chair and holding her ankle dragged it harshly to the bottom couch leg and tied it before doing the same to the other. Now spread eagled and vulnerable I felt could do anything. However, far from making her feel vulnerable, this just inflamed her. She started teasing me, ‘Bastard, go on them, do it’. All the while she strained to keep eye contact and just kept going on at me as I stood and enjoyed the sight. ‘Are you just going to look at me, do it!’. In return I stood still, looked down and her and made her wait. The sight of her tied and open legged was turning me on so much my head was spinning. Even tied, vulnerable and open legged, she was still trying to control the situation making me even more determined that wasn’t going to happen. As if sensing this she tilted her head, looking over her shoulder at me, lifted her bottom and told me to take off my shorts. Without losing eye contact I ignored her and told her if she wanted me to continue she had to lie flat and stay quiet. Stubbornly she resisted until eventually I saw her defiance leave her and did as I instructed. I waited for a few moments, took the oil and heard her groan as I stepped forward and ran my hands down the outside of her legs before very, very slowly massaging the inside of her thighs before sliding my hands over her buttocks massaging them deeply as she groaned loudly and raised her bottom to my touch. Spreading open her cheeks I got some oil and let droplets fall onto her anus before slowly massaging between her cheeks, ensuring my fingers pressed against her anus before sliding very lightly over her pussy lips. Every time my fingers played over her anus or pussy she would groan so I momentarily held my hand over her anus and pussy and pressing slowly she started to thrust back against my touch trying to drive my fingers into her. However, there was no way was I going to give her the satisfaction so for a good ten minutes I continued tormenting her as she swore and cursed at me taking her to the edge and becoming increasingly frustrated before pulling back over and over again. Taking my time, I now held her cheeks and parting them I leant forward and slowly played my tongue along her lips and over her anus. She groaned loudly and begged for more but I held off, just lightly licking her in long drawn out strokes before pulling back again and again. By now she was groaning, thrusting her bottom to meet my mouth and tongue in expectation until finally unable to take anymore she started swearing, calling me a bastard and telling me to do it! I ignored her and quietly told her I would stop and gag her if she didn’t be quiet. Now I played my finger tips in long slow strokes in from her ankles, slowly up her legs and over her bottom, making sure I run them firmly over her pussy and anus before up her back and massaging her shoulders. For some minutes she was quiet save for her heavy breathing and groaning. Then after some five minutes I stopped between her thighs and placed my finger tips against her pussy lips and held them there. Her initial reaction was to push herself backwards towards my fingers but I pulled back and after repeating this several times she once again started to swear and curse me. I mocked her, teased her and then stepped over to her suitcase. She watched me perplexed and then Inside I found what I was looking for. Taking a pair of white, lacy knickers I walked around to the head of the couch and as she shook her head to resist I placed the knickers in her mouth instantly muffling her abuse. Satisfied I returned to the end of the couch and resumed to torment her, always placing my fingers against her anus and pussy without giving her the pleasure of entering her as she groaned and mumbled through the gag. By now the couch cover between her legs was literally sodden. I could see her looking around at me, her eyes pleading for release and be entered but I was only just starting. Once again I leant forward and used my tongue to lick, caress and massage around her anus and delicately flick her pussy lips before sucking them into my mouth and running each lip around my mouth as she started to buck and thrash against my mouth. Every thirty seconds or so I would pull back, then pause before continuing until I held her on the edge of orgasm. She was frantic, Turning her head, her eyes pleading with me for release I made her wait and then forcing my face hard against her soaking pussy until thrashing wildly within the confines of the ties I brought her off as she soaked my face in her juices. Slowly, gently I licked and kissed her between her legs until finally I felt her orgasm subside and she lay still, spent! I removed the knickers from her mouth, untied her legs then one wrist. ‘Turn over please’. Slowly, still recovering she did so and as she did I couldn’t help but notice her nipples. They were totally swollen, engorged, each one would have filled my mouth. I felt my cock pulse and throb and taking her wrists I tied them together before securing them above her head to head rest so that they remained held adjacent to the top of her head. Then I took her ankles, spread her legs wide and secured them to each leg of the couch leaving her open, vulnerable to anything I wanted. I had her bound, tied and yet even though she was secured and in theory this should have meant I was in control, the way she looked at me made me feel that I was only in control because she was letting me. I moved to her side and slowly massaged her breasts, first one, then the other until once again she was sighing and moaning at my touch. Then I stood at her head, leant forward and pouring oil over her breasts and down her stomach I began to massage her chest and breasts, over and over again using long luxurious strokes as she groaned increasingly trying to move within her constraints. Then I massaged her nipples before stepping to the side and taking each one in my mouth I sucked them, flicking and licking her nipples. Then moving down I stood at the foot end of the couch and looked at her pussy. Slowly keeping her eye contact I ran my fingers along her mound and noticed the neatly trimmed triangle of hair. Her lips parted, engorged, swollen and bright pink, I couldn’t resist it. I leant forward taking her clit into my mouth as she lay back looking down at me, biting her lip and nodding her pleasure at every movement. It was surreal, I had her in my power and yet I felt totally over powered, her every look and gesture as if leading and controlling my every action. Taking her lead I sucked her harder and she nodded encouragingly. ‘More, harder!’ I complied and then sliding several fingers along her pussy lips I paused before slowly entering her soaking pussy. I felt her pussy convulsing as I slid in and out of her lips with long, slow, deep strokes until groaning loudly she orgasmed quickly, thrashing around the couch, her legs held tight by the tie. For a minute I stroked her slowly, waiting for her orgasm to subside. ‘Come here’. I looked up and she was gesturing with her head for me to stand behind her. I did so before reaching forward and cupped the fullness of her heavy breasts, marvelling at the size of her swollen nipples. Massaging them firmly, she once again drew breath and groaned repeatedly. I watched her breathing get heavier and heavier and then tilting her head back towards me I knew what she wanted as she parted her mouth and waited. I reached down and released my hard, swollen cock and continuing to massage her breasts I positioned myself with my cock just above her head. Frantically she tilted her face desperately trying to lick my cock head. I held back, stretching as far forward as I could until I could slide a finger over her clit and just reach her swollen pussy. This gave her the chance she was looking for and tilting her head back she finally managed to take me in her mouth before sucking me intently. Then as I continued to massage her clit and finger her pussy lips she sucked me incredibly slowly. Her movements were so deft, so gentle, so slow that I felt my legs buckle and realised that I was not going to last long. By now her clit was engorged and she was groaning and bucking against my fingers just moments away from yet another orgasm. I felt my cock throb, pulsing and knew I was seconds away. This seemed to turn her on even more as she run her tongue around my cock head, flicking it with her tongue and then sucked me with real intensity. I massaged her slit as fast and intensely as I could as she groaned, her orgasm surging through her. At that moment her mouth gripped my cock tightly, she sucked so hard I cried out, groaned and came with such an intensity I had to pull away, sending a huge stream of cum over her neck and breasts before collapsing over the end of the couch. We both lay still, sweat dripping from our bodies as I lay pressed into her chest, wiping my cum over us both. Exhausted and spent, I untied Theresa and after sometime she told me that it was time to leave but would call me again soon, a promise she kept some weeks later. |
I'm a straight man, but I did have an encounter with a gay young man. I was 49 years old and had always lifted weights. One day, I was working out in my garage with the garage door open. I had on shorts and but no tank top. It was hot and I'd didn't have an air-conditioned garage. Between exercises, I noticed a young man walking by my house and staring at me. Being neighborly, I waved at him. He waved back. A few minutes later, he walked up my driveway and said "hi" and I said "hi" also. He was a skinny young man of about 21 – 25 years old, recent college, blond hair and about 5 foot-8 inches tall. He said that he admired my muscular physique and wanted to lift weights. He lived in the neighborhood and wanted to know if I would teach him how to lift weights to put on muscle. I said I would. We agreed to have him come to my garage gym 3 times per week until he felt comfortable lifting weights on his own. He came over as we agreed and seemed really interested in learning about how to lift. He was a very good-looking young man and really likeable. During my training lessons, I would work out with the weights as he was also lifting. I noticed that during his rest between sets that he was staring at me a lot. It didn’t bother me and I was complimented by his attention. After about 3 weeks, during one of our training sessions, he said “Hey, let’s train naked!” and started taking off his shorts and tank top. I was stunned at first, but then I got curious about where this was all going. I closed the garage door and took off my shorts and tank top. I looked over at him and noticed that he had a huge erection and his beautiful cock was at least 7-8” long with a thick “mushroom” head. I have always been attracted to porn photos of huge cocks, especially on young, skinny twinks with big cocks. Then, he walked over to me and started fondling my cock and balls. I was surprised that I was actually getting hard too. Then he said “I’d love to suck your cock and make you cum”. I loved it when women would suck my cock and decided to find out what it would be like to be sucked off by a guy. Strangely, I was getting really turned on by this skinny “twink” with a huge cock. I became fascinated by his offer and said “yes”. I hadn’t jerked off lately and hadn’t had sex with woman for several weeks. So, I was super horny and very curious. Then, he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. He started with short strokes on the end of my cock. As my cock got harder and harder, he stroked more and more of my cock until he was “deep-throating” me. By this time, my cock was throbbing hard and felt like it was going to explode. As he continued with this long, deep strokes on my cock, I felt that pleasurable ache in my groin signaling that I was going to cum soon. Then, he started giving me faster deep strokes and sucking on my cock more on each stroke. Now, my primal urge to cum became overpowering. At that point, I shot a huge load of creamy cum deep into his throat…then another load...then again…and again…and again. It was the most intense orgasm that I’ve ever experienced. I was cumming so much that my cum was dripping from his lips, down his chin and onto my balls. This experience made his cock super hard and erect. I became attracted to his huge cock and I had an insatiable desire to suck his cock too. I wondered what it would be like to have his “swollen mushroom head” inside my mouth. I now had a powerful, primal urge to have his hard cock in my mouth and taste his warm creamy cum. I couldn’t resist his beautiful hard cock…I had to have it… We both rested for a about 15-20 minutes and then he started stroking my cock. Surprisingly, my cock started to get hard. Then I grabbed his cock and started stroking it too. Then he suggested that we go to my bedroom and do a “69”. I thought “holy shit…a 69!..yes…yes” I enthusiastically said “YES” and we went to my bedroom. We assumed the “69” position with him on top. He started stroking my cock faster and my cock responded by getting rock hard. His cock was rock hard too. I took his swollen cock head in my mouth and swirled by tongue around his huge “mushroom head”. He groaned and yelled “OH Fuck Yes!!!...keep doing that…don’t stop!!!” Meanwhile, he put my cock deep into his mouth and started sucking and stroking. In a matter of minutes my cock was ready to cum again. I started to move my lips up and down his cock with ever deepening strokes. Both of us were in sync and “deep throating” each the others cock with increasing speed. I was surprised how easily I accepted his huge cock into my mouth and throat. Then, I heard him groan and yell “Oh, it feels soooo fucking good. …Gawd, I’m gonna cum!!!” I could feel his cock shaft pulsating and erupting his cum deep in my mouth. His cock shot about 6-7 huge cum shots down my throat. That turned me on and I could feel a huge load of cum blasting out of my cock and down his throat. I groaned during my first powerful cum shot. Meanwhile, I swallowed as much of his cum as I could. Some of it oozed out of my lips as he kept stroking faster on each ejaculation. We both laid on the bed to catch our breath. After a few minutes, he said “I really enjoyed that. Can we get together regularly and do this again?” I said “Yes…but why do you want to have gay sex with an older man…I’m old enough to be your father”. Then he said “Well, that’s the point…you remind me of my father, who died when I was 19. As a teenager, on a regular basis, my father would suck my cock and I’d suck his. In fact, your cock is the same size as my fathers. I love to suck cocks and have my cock sucked too…so how about it? Can we get together every so often?” I said “yes” and we continued our gay sex encounters until he moved out of the neighborhood and city a year later. It was an unforgettable experience. I still yearn for his big throbbing cock and huge cum loads. |
I realized what he was looking at, two high school girls who looked to be sophomore’s in volleyball uniforms, one was a 5’ 4” dirty blonde and tan while the other was an inch taller, pale skin and light blonde. They were wearing long white sleeve athletic shirts and black spandex shorts that barley covered their asses. They had B sized breasts and their hair was done up into messy buns, they were probably just hanging out after a game, but they were a sight to see while I was getting my dinner. After a couple aisles the light blonde reached down to adjust her shorts, and then suddenly they both turned and looked right at me. Even though I hadn’t really done anything wrong I immediately felt out of place and proceed to go to the other side of the walk-way looking straight ahead. I noticed out of the side of my eye they went down the aisle next to them. “that was weird” I thought but I didn’t want to think too much about it, I just wanted to grab my sub and head home. After I got my sandwich I headed to the self-checkout and again saw those girls out of the corned of my eye. “Someone over here has a crush” I heard and glanced over as I passed. The dirty blonde was cover mouth with her fist while tugging the bottom of her shirt down while the other had her hands on her hips and smiling. “well they probably wouldn’t be shouting if they thought I was some creep” I thought but I wasn’t sure if having teenagers hit on me was all much better. Once I finished checking out I heard the voice behind me “Okay we’re checking out now”, I looked over my shoulder to see the two of them with a couple of candy bars with their backs turned to me showing off their butts while looking over their shoulders and smiling. “Oh, what’s the harm in humoring them?” I thought. “Is that all you guys need to re-fuel you need after game?” I asked them. “weeell it’ll have to do for now” the light blonde said as both chuckled and shifted their nice toned and shapely legs. “Our parents won’t let us work during the semester, so we can’t splurge on much” she said with a pouty face. “Oh really?” I replied “mind if I cover your bill then?”. They seemed nice and were giving me a good show, so why not reward them? “We’d really appreciate that mister” the light blonde said with a mischievous smile and her chest poked out. “Thank you” said the dirty blonde shyly and still a little hunched over. Both looked sexy in their own little ways, but I’d had my fun and was ready to head home. “My pleasure” I said while I paid, “y’all have a good night”. They giggled and replied “you too!” and walked out behind me. I noticed the girls were still walking kind-of near me as I headed to my car which was parked towards the back of the lot. Once I unlocked it I heard them shuffle over to me and looked to see them with big grins on their faces. “Hey mister wait!” said the light blonde. “What’s up?” I replied. “What’s you’re name?” she said. “Uhh my name is Mike” I said back. “Oh nice, well my name is Tiffany, and my friend here is Britney” she said. “You were really nice to us so we just wanted to… well…”, “thank you properly” said Britney, “yeah properly” said Tiffany agreeing with her friend. I looked back at them confused and just asked “umm… what do you mean?”, “Weelll…” Tiffany said as she walked to the other side of me, “we just feel like we should treat you the way you treated us” she turned around stuck her ass right at me with her shorts riding up on her. “Aw shit” I thought “oh sorry girls I think there’s a miss understa-”. “Really?” asked Brittany cutting me off, I looked over to see her lifting her shirt up to expose her belly and swaying her hips side to side showing off her slightly muscular legs. “You seemed pretty interested in us earlier didn’t you?” she says while making an innocent pouty face. “That was just a little fun, I’m actually too old for you guys” I said a little panicked. “Well we’d like to keep having fun” said Tiffany as she turned around and grabbed my right arm. “Yeah we don’t mind hanging with someone a little older” said Brittany putting my left arm around her hips as she came up tight against me. “I didn’t come here to break any laws” I said nervously. “We just want to spend a little time with you, what’s wrong with that?” Britany said as she rubbed her breast against me and biting her lip while she looked up mere inches from my face. At that, I dropped my keys between them. “Let me get that” said Tiffany teasingly. She proceeded to step around with her legs slightly parted and place her ass right on my crouch. Keeping her legs and back straight she then bent over to pick them up, I couldn’t help but moan slightly as she pressed me up against my car while she grabbed my keys. After she grabbed them, she didn’t move her body at all, she stayed bent over and dangled they keys next to her head saying ”See? We’re good girls aren’t we?” while she started gyrating her ass on my crouch. She could definitely feel my dick getting rock hard during this, and I had lost all the will power I once had. “How about we go some place more private” said Britney, “Our parents are home so do you have any place in mind?”. “Uuh yeah…” I could barely speak at this point, “my place is just a couple minutes from here”. “Perfect!” exclaimed Tiffaney as she finally stood up, she put my keys in my hand and ran her finger under my chin, “we’ll follow you there”. Britney gave me a kiss on the cheek and said “see you in a minute” before she winked and turned around. The two girls were giggling as they walked to there car, hips swaying and leaving me in a trance as I stared at their asses as they got in their car. Once they were in I quickly got in mine and started the engine. “This is crazy!” I thought, “I can’t possibly be alone with these sluts, it’s only going to end with me doing something I’ll regret forever!”. As I drove to my place with the girls following closely behind me, I was preparing to tell them off as soon as we got out. Things have gotten way out of hand, and I need to stop this before its too late. I live in a small complex and parked right in front of my door, I hopped out and saw them park in spot behind. Just as I was getting ready to tell them off, they came out with clearly a very different idea in mind. They came out and faced me with huge smirks on their faces as they undid their buns and letting their hair fall to their shoulders. During the drive they had pulled their shorts up as tight as they could and dropped the waistline to just above hips, their slightly muscular legs were on full display and led my vision right to a very visible camel toe of their sweet little cunts. Instead of words coming out my of my mouth my jaw just dropped at the sight of how sexy these little sluts were. Then the pair took it another step forward and grabbed the bottoms of their shirts and pulled them up while swaying their hips just like a stripper would. Underneath they had on white sport bras as the only thing left for coverage, sporting some nice cleavage as the twirled their shirts around while continuing to smirk at me. They turned back and leaned over to toss their shirts into the car, sticking their asses right at me which now had their cheeks spilling out the sides. My dick was sticking straight through my shorts now, and my will to stop things was all but gone. I went from “I can’t let this happen” to “I can’t pass this up!”. The pair walked up to me and asked seductively “So where do we go?”. I pointed behind me and said “right here”. “We’ll we should probably hurry before someone sees us” said Tiffany. “Yeah that’d be good” I said as I turned. As I started walking one of the two smacked my ass and both started giggling, oh god I couldn’t get through that door fast enough! Once we were into my place I turned to face the two and was pushed into a chair by Britney, “Get him girl!” Tiffany said. Britney quickly straddled on top of me and ran her hands through her hair as she pushed her cleavage up in front of my face. I ran my hands along her thighs and sides as she grinded into my cock and wrapped her hands around my head while Tiffany whistled at the scene. After staring at her perky little breasts I was able to look up into her beautiful blue eyes, as intoxicating her body was, her face had a perfect blend between innocent and sexy. I grabbed the back of her head and brought our lips together, she continued to grind on me as we made out. Our tongues were swirling around each other and moving between the two mouths, both of us moaning at the euphoria of it all. She pulled back briefly to yank my shirt off and marvel my lean and muscular body before coming back in for me, this time with her hands caressing my chest while played with her ass. After a few minutes she sat upright and proceeded to pull her top off and finally expose her succulent tits with small pink nipples that were extremely hard. I immediately put them in my mouth, causing her to gasp and moan as I alternated sucking, nibbling, and swirling my tongue around her perfect breasts. While I continued to suck Britney’s titty I turned my head to look past her and saw what Tiffany was up too. She was sitting on the couch watching us and biting her lip, one hand grabbing her tits while the other was down her shorts touching her pussy at a fast pace. Imaging what her pussy must look like I started tugging at Britney’s shorts to them down, to which she stood up, turned around, and stuck her ass straight at my face as she bent over to remove her last parcel of clothing. I had an complete up close view of her big tight ass which she smacked before turning around and showing her pussy which was cleanly shaven. “Okay now it’s your turn” she said with a big smile. She grabbed my shorts and ripped them off, my 6 in cock sprang out, which she stared and licked her lips at. She kneeled down grabbing my shaft and ran her tongue from the bottom of my balls to the tip of my cock causing me to shudder with pleasure. She worked her tongue up and down while caressing my balls before finally engulfing myself into her mouth. She proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had. I knew that if this went on for too long I’d come to quick so I finally pulled her head back telling her “get back up here”. She smiled at me and proceeded to climb back onto my lap, grabbed my cock and placed the tip right into the slit of her pussy. She slowly slid down gasping and moaning until it was finally all the way in, it had to have been the tightest pussy I’d ever fucked and felt amazing. She bounced up down while correspond driving my hips with her, after a few minutes she started to scream and squirm uncontrollably while I was about to cum. “Shit you’ve got to move, I’m gonna cum” I said, sounding like she could barely breath “go ahead I’m on the pill” Britney responded. A few seconds later I grunted and shot my load right into her pussy while she had an complete orgasm. She slid off my lap and laid on her back on the floor and stared up at the ceiling in awe. Gasping I stood up and walked over to where Tiffany was, her once pale cheeks now flushed and her shorts with a noticeable wet spot at her crotch. “You’re not tired yet are you?” She asked with a teasing grin, “I could go another round” I said back, “we’ll see about that” she replied as she slid onto her knees and took my dick into her mouth, after a couple of minutes I was fully erect again. “Ah good girl” I said as I pulled her back up and started to kiss her neck before moving to her lips, “let’s get these off” I said as I pulled her top over her head, her nipples were hard as diamonds while here tits soft and luscious. I spun her around to grab both her tits and pull her body into mine. She moaned shifting her ass side to side while I massaged her breasts and nibbled her ears. I bent her forward and she stretched her hands on the couch ,“Last but not least” I said as I grabbed her shorts and pulled them down. Her juicy toned ass that she had been using as a tool against me all evening was finally on full display, “well what do you think” she said knowingly looking over her shoulder, “you’ve teased me with this all night” I said as I clasped both my hands on her, “it’s time I got to play with it”. I spread her beautiful orbs apart revealing her little pink hole and brought my lips to it. “Ooooh god!” She exclaimed as I kissed and ran my tongue on her, “this must be her first time being eaten out like this” I thought, she couldn’t stop moaning and gasping. I used one of my hands to start fingering her while eating her, and this drove her absolutely wild as she started gasping heavily. “If you loved that then you’re going to love this!” I said as I slid her legs apart, “ahhhh are you going to-” “yes I am” I cut her off as I placed my dick right between her cheeks and slowly started to push in. “Ahhhh…” she groaned as she arched her head and back as far as she could, “how’s it feel slut?” I asked, “it.. it hurts… but it feels… so good” she said between big breaths. Her juices were down our legs as I pumped back and forth, both of us in ecstasy of pleasure and nearing our finishes. “I’m gonna cum soon” I grunted, “please… please do it in me”, “alright… have it your way” I finished saying and a few pumps later my second load shot straight into her ass as she squirmed and withered in orgasm. She collapsed onto the coach while I just fell back onto the floor, both of us breathing heavily at what we had done. “Wow that was quite the show” said Britney holding her phone and looking at us “the team is going to love this!”. “Team…?” I asked as I looked over at her, “Yeah, I took a video and sent it to our volleyball team” she replied. “YOU WHAT!?!” I exclaimed. “Haha yeah of course, they don’t like the boys at school either” she said, “No…” I stammered back, “No there can’t be a record of this… and I certainly can’t do this with others”. “they love what they’ve seen and I already gave them your number” and winked at me, and just then my phone started dinging with notifications, “Oh poor you…” said Tiffany just catching her breath “… you have fuck a whole team of hot and horny girls” and winked at me as well. |
Good News Travels Fast ffbb, best Phyllis and Roger One thing I know: we girls like to talk about exciting things in our lives, both good things and those not so good but we spend oodles of time sharing notes in our lives with each other. That is how it is and so the good news of her erotic encounters with Teddy and Roger, as remembered by Phyllis, were soon told to her friends. The friends were either amazed or disbelieving but also full of curiosity and giggling at it all. I mean, what girl has encountered a neighborhood boy, then his best friend, then all three enjoying each other and the family dog? And what a story to share with close friends who were instantly envious and jealous. One of Phyllis’s girlfriends later whispered: “When will you see the boys again? And, maybe I could come over for some lemonade when they do?” Now it was Phyllis’s turn to blush and wonder to herself if she wanted to share the excitement. She decided “yes” and would let her pretty girlfriend, Vanessa, know “when.” “When” came soon enough…the following weekend…as there was a new movie in town and Gramps and Grams were eager to see it and invited Phyllis who had already planned one more excuse not to go to town…this day she decided was time to do Spring Cleaning and so off to town went grandparents. Phyllis staying home for “cleaning.” “Phyllis!” came the voice of her girlfriend, Vanessa, who had been waiting up the road to watch for the grandparents’ car leaving. “Come on in, Vanessa,” she said. “Ready for some lemonade?” Vanessa said: “And so many other things!” Soon both girls were at the kitchen table waiting, exchanging giddy smiles.…it would be their turn to surprise the guys that there would be four of them + Duke, of course, to enjoy the afternoon. Vanessa was Phyllis’ oldest friend and they had shared all their secrets with each other over the years…maybe not ’all’ secrets but most! Vanessa told of the first time she had sex with a boy in their barn and how the foreplay was great but the sex was ordinary; how she met another boy who was the first to make her climax; the first boy to lick her cunt and the first cock she had sucked. But, she had never had animal sex and today she was ready to try it though she knew it was naughty. “Just it being naughty,” Vanessa said, “maybe makes it better.” Phyllis nodded her head knowingly. “Anticipating our visitors makes me wet,” she said and Vanessa nodded. “Are you wearing panties?” Phyllis asked and Vanessa nodded. “Well take them off. You won’t need them.” Vanessa stood, put her hands under her dress and pulled down her panties. Seeing this made Phyllis want to see more…”Let me see you,” she said and Vanessa lifted her dress, showing little curls and the cleavage of her cunt lips. “Come over here,” said Phyllis and she did. Phyllis put her hands on Vanessa’s belly and petted her curls, playing with her cunt lips. Vanessa spread her legs for a kiss and lick. Phyllis gave her a long lick, tonguing inside and up to her clitoris making Vanessa shiver and hold Phyllis’ head against her for another lick. Just the one long lick delighted her. “No, just one lick. You taste good but I don’t want to spoil you.” Phyllis laughed and Vanessa let her dress fall down. “You’re right,” she said. “I should save myself but you know how to lick so good!” “Let’s have some more lemonade,” Phyllis said, changing the subject. A few minutes later were footsteps on the stairs and tapping at the screen door. The boys had arrived! Just the sounds sent tremors through the girls’ bodies. “Come on in,” said Phyllis, “I’ve invited a friend to join us.” There were many smiles in the kitchen just then…introductions were made…cheeks were red with embarrassment and cocks were hard…not to mention there were also two wet cunts and erect nipples. Thoughts and dreams of fucking and sucking were in the air but few words as none of their party knew how to begin. Count on Duke to break the ice as he came into the kitchen from the bedroom, sat down on the floor, and, naturally, began licking the red tip of his dick! “Good old Duke,” Phyllis said and everyone laughed. “Why don’t we all go into the living room?” and they did. Still, there were four people with hot bodies but how does one begin an orgy? So Roger and Teddy sat on one side of the living room; Phyllis and Vanessa on the other side. Count on good old Duke, not nervous at all about orgies, to begin things, which he did. Why Duke went the way he did we won’t know but he seemed fascinated with the new face and body of Vanessa…maybe he tasted of her animal virginity or perhaps she had a special scent…but whatever the reason, Duke walked to her and began licking at her ankle. “That tickles,” Vanessa said and the four of them laughed while Duke kept licking and nosing her ankle and then her knee, lifting her dress with his nose. Duke began licking her thigh now as Phyllis, Roger and Teddy quietly watched the scene, knowing what was about to happen. Vanessa said: “I’m not sure about this.” Phyllis took her hand and squeezed, saying: “Duke likes your taste.” Vanessa was red in the face. “Open your legs for him,” Phyllis said and Vanessa did, an invitation which Duke took to continue his ministrations on this new person, his head fully covered by Vanessa’s dress. Then Vanessa jumped and said “Oh!” and then “Oh!” again. It was very quiet in the living room just then and Phyllis lifted Vanessa’s dress to her waist. Duke’s nose and tongue was at her, anxiously licking her cunt, his nose teasing her as it rubbed between the folds of skin now swollen. The room was very still except for the sounds of Duke, who whined little whines, and Vanessa squirming on the couch, kicking off her shoes for some reason; grinding the souls of her bare feet into the carpet. She was moving deliciously to the incessant licking by Duke’s long tongue…lifting here, pushing her bottom there, oblivious to the looks of the others…her fingers opening her lips to this loving dog…he had selected her and she wasn’t going to disappoint. “I never thought,” gasped Vanessa, “I’d do this” another gasp “or…” Phyllis finished the thought: “that it would feel so good?” Vanessa nodded and opened her legs more for Duke. “How does he know how to do this?” Vanessa gasped. “Oh ….My…God…I’m going to come!” Vanessa lifted and her legs shook a kind of loving vibration of her body. She patted Duke’s head and mumbling as her mouth was full of feelings and finally she pushed Duke away: “enough! Enough!” and Duke moved off. Vanessa blushed as she looked at Roger and Teddy who were excitedly watching. She had given these boys she hardly knew a real little sex show. They had released their cocks and were rubbing them. Teddy walked to Vanessa and sat beside her, kissing her and whispering: “That was a hot show!” His hands were on her breasts and between her legs, playing with her curls and cunt, kissing her again. Vanessa’s hand was stroking Teddy’s cock when Duke came over to lick Teddy, whose turn it was to jump at the first lick. “You too?” Vanessa laughed. “He has a great tongue.” Teddy said and leaned in for another kiss. “You have a great tongue, too,” he said. “Come over here Phyllis,” Roger said, “you sexy woman. I need something.” Phyllis loved being called a “woman” as she was certainly not a “little girl” anymore. “What did you need?” she teased. “You know…” Roger teased back. “I’ll give you a hint: it’s warm and wet and it has two lips which are pouting and they also need something. Can you guess what it is?” Phyllis was smiling a big smile now as she climbed on the couch, each knee straddling Roger. Phyllis planted a kiss on Roger, then licked his lips and squatted down on his penis which was flat against his belly. She rubbed herself on his length, getting his shaft wet. Roger took her by the waist and lifted her back up. “Little Roger needs cunting,” he whispered, “he needs your cunt cunting him.” Phyllis felt his cock flex on her. “Maybe I can help,” she said and lifted under her dress, taking hold of “little Roger,” “I’ll call him ‘Big Roger’ as he certainly is,” she smiled, putting his cock to her cunt lips, rubbing and teasing the tip against her then sitting down on him slowly, feeling that hot cock ooze into her body, passing along the folds of her flesh and deep as she sat completely down on him. He flexed his cock again. “Is this what he needs?” Phyllis teased. Roger kissed her again mumbling and thrusting his hips, “Exactly.” Just the talk was thrilling Phyllis as she lifted and squatted on Roger in unison with Roger’s lifting, his balls pounding her ass and their curly hairs cushioning each insertion. “Put your finger in my ass,” Phyllis said and he did, fingering her ass and fucking her and making her relax and go tense and climax on his hot thrusting cock…Phyllis was grunting now, her little hot grunts and breathing in Roger’s ear and then it was quiet again in the living room…except that is for Vanessa’s sex sounds of “Oh my God” as she was being thoroughly fucked by Teddy and then both women rested with their men, Duke licking away at his cock. Four bodies and a dog at rest for a time in the quiet of the afternoon…with visions of more to come. And it wasn’t long before there was more and more coming as the women switched partners who were once again erect. “We’ll vote later as to which of you guys is the best fuck,” Phyllis laughed. Teddy said: “Don’t we get a vote?” It was time for more lemonade. So they all went to the kitchen and sat around the table. “Are we having an orgy?” Roger asked with a huge smile. Phyllis and Vanessa smiled, sipping at their drink and Teddy joined in saying: “if this isn’t an orgy I don’t know what one is.” Duke came into the kitchen and started slurping at his water dish. “Teddy and I have played with a dog to get him stiff and also a small pony at a friend’s home. What a great cock he had!” Roger said. Phyllis asked: “Where does the friend live?” “Are you serious?” asked Roger. Phyllis had the big smile and drank some more lemonade, nodding her head as she did. “Maybe I can bring the pony over here next time and we can check him out, Phyllis.” Phyllis got red in the face…”You think there will BE a next time? I’ve got other friends who like orgies, you know.” The look on Roger and Teddy’s faces was dismal at the thought there might not be ‘another time.’ “Just kidding,” said Phyllis and they all four laughed. By this time, all four participants in the orgy were rested and relaxed and Roger and Teddy were getting that feeling of stiffness again! Things were getting excited again in the kitchen. Vanessa and Phyllis got up from the kitchen table and walked out on the porch. It seemed their orgy was contagious as the silly goats were in the pasture frolicking again, licking each other, getting into some serious goat fucking with the female crying out. It was an erotic scene and as the boys joined the girls on the porch, everyone was very quiet…quiet, yes, but filled with aroused urgings. Even Duke walked out with them and sat looking out into the pasture seeming to watch the goats, the red tip of his doggie cock emerging. “Look at Duke. He’s aroused!” said Teddy. “Me, too,” said Roger and sure enough there were two hard cocks pressing against their pants. “Watching any fucking gets me hot,” he added. “A goat’s cock is shaped like the human penis,” Phyllis said and paused. “Ask me how I know,” she laughed. Teddy put his arm around her and whispered something naughty in her ear to which she squirmed on her seat, nudging her cunt erotically on the swing seat. “It’s true and it’s my secret how I know,” she said. Teddy’s arm around her was feeling good and was making her nipples stiffen…that feeling traveling down to her waist…her passions were reloading and she reached for Teddy’s pants, fingers massaging the hardness concealed by his pants. She rested her head on his shoulder and he petted her hair. Teddy whispered again: “Fucking you is the best thing I’ve ever done.” His words, his arm around her and resting on his chest were making Phyllis incredibly hot and she was needing some more ‘cunting’ as was the word of the afternoon. She unzipped his pants, released his hard cock and put a ring of lipstick around its wet tip…licking some of the liberal precum that was telling her he had more ‘cunting’ on his mind too. She didn’t know or care what the goats were doing now or what Vanessa and Roger were doing but she sure knew what she needed having done. She stood, lifted her dress and sat on Teddy’s lap. He lifted and said: “I’ve got to pull down my pants or your hairs will get caught on my zipper. She lifted and he slid down his pants, their bare waists now ready for joining and ‘cunting.’ She undulated her waist at his waist, teasing his cock with her wet hairs and wet body. She reached under herself and took control of his stiff cock, positioning herself for entry, focusing the tip of his flexing cock for the right place which, this time, was her ass…She looked at Teddy and he seemed puzzled but ready. “Finger my cunt,” She whispered to him. “I’m wet with you and I want fingering and ass fucking this time.” Teddy looked at her saying: “I’ve never done this before.” She whispered at him…”Your time has come…do it now.” She felt his cock moving down her cunt lips and beneath…he was at her tight ass now and she was desperate for insertion. Teddy took himself in hand and pushed…his cockhead finally entering. “Unh!” Phyllis said, arching her backside and sitting down…”Finger my cunt,” she said and Teddy’s hands were at her cunt hole now, playing with her clitoris, stimulating her with his cock sliding into her backside and fingers at her cunt. “That’s good,” she said, lifting herself and sitting down again…feelings all over her waist, inside, outside. She leaned into Teddy kissing him with a fever hot from the heat building in her body, taking his entire length as she sat fully on him and his hand which was milking her cunt…a kind of dual fucking of her body and she cried out now: “Fuck me you animal…fuck me hard…I’m coming…Oh my God it’s great…Unh! UNH!!” She slowed her movements as waves of heat passed through her and then she sat and rested, still fully impaled and feeling Teddy going limp and withdrawing…still holding her body against his. Roger moved over saying: “God, Phyllis, that was hot. Just watching you almost made me come in my pants!” Phyllis, her eyes closed, reached with her hand and rubbed his hard on that was pushing up his pants. She would need more lipstick before the afternoon was finished…she thought she might have a red ring around her ass! It made her chuckle at all the fun they were having. Finally she moved to sit beside Teddy, wondering what he thought about her lust and about her newly revealed secret of ass-fucking. She waited as his breathing slowed. Teddy leaned over and whispered…”I liked that…you are a hot, very hot, woman.” There was that word again: ’woman’ and she certainly was…’all woman…all hot’ and now relaxed and satisfied. Phyllis looked at Vanessa, questioning eyes, asking… “I don’t know,” said Vanessa. “I’ve never done it before so I don’t know. I guess you’d say I am a virgin…ass-wise!” Phyllis changed the subject and said: “Let’s go inside and watch a special DVD…when I say ‘special’ it is just that…Vanessa will enjoy it and so will all of us.” This news found a smile on Vanessa’s face as she was guessing what kind of ‘special’ she was about to see. They went into the living room while Phyllis turned on the TV and put a disc in the DVD player…she pushed the ‘play’ button and on the screen soon were a good looking couple who didn’t take long removing each others’ clothes and getting down to some licking and fucking and more licking. The four of them watched and finding nothing special in it, Roger said: “We could have made this film ourselves!” Phyllis said “Wait and see…there’s more.” And there was. The couple on the screen licked and sucked and fucked with all the usual “oooings” and “ahhings” and they laid still on the carpet and…then it got ’special.’ One actor said to the other: “Have you done anal?” and his partner shook her head…”I don’t know” she said…now the movie was getting special and Phyllis, Roger and Teddy looked at Vanessa who was blushing to their knowing smiles. “Don’t be a sissy,” said Teddy. “Phyllis came really hard when she sat on my lap and I was fucking her ass…I mean for the two of us it was special…but let’s watch the movie and see what happens.” What happened on the screen was that the woman got up and went to the couch, bending over with her body resting on it; her knees on the floor. She had a gorgeous ass, full buttocks to go with her beautiful shape. The male in the movie, by now, had a glowing and throbbing hard on and kneeled behind the woman, spreading her buttocks and fingering her backside with his index finger…the woman was squirming now muttering…”but you’re too big…you won’t fit…” And the man began playing with her backside some more and then putting his cock at her hole…rubbing up and down…then pressing forward…the woman squirming and holding the cushions…she squealed as his cockhead gained entry now concealed inside her puckered asshole. He paused and she paused…it was quiet on the screen and in the living room and then the man pushed forward. Vanessa watched as his cock slowly entered the woman…then the man’s hand was beneath her, fingering her cunt and the woman lifted and sighed…”It hurts,” she said, “but it hurts good. You’re filling me and feeling my cunt at the same time…Wow! This is different…slow down…go slow.” The man now spoke: “You’re so tight and smooth…your cunt is wet and your clit is stiff but I love being in your gorgeous ass.” The woman squirmed again and then lifted…”Do it, sweetie, I want you in me…all the way in me and up me and keep up the fingering…GAWD,” she cried out, “It’s beautiful and both holes are coming…all of me is coming…Gawd, oh gawd,” she kept repeating as her body was bucking to the fucking, her face buried in the pillows and muttering things. Finally they finished and were kissing, she was slobbering him with kisses, saying “Thank you, thank you. I never came like that!” And then the DVD finished. All eyes were now on Vanessa who had never blushed so deeply. Was she ready? Phyllis said: “I told you it was a special DVD.” Vanessa sheepishly said: “Special!” and had a huge smile to go with her blushing face. “I’m not sure,” she said, “but I don’t want to be an ass virgin either.” Vanessa got off their couch and got on her knees, her face buried in the pillows, arms outstretched and holding herself for the ride. “I’ll help,” said Phyllis and kneeled beside her, lifting her dress over her back and smoothing the skin of her ass which was now exposed to the two boys. Teddy said: “I’ve had my turn Roger so now it’s your turn.” Roger said: “I’ve never done it before so it will be us two ass virgins.” He pulled off his pants; his turgid cock standing out in full display. He said: “Vanessa, sweetie, I’ll be as gentle as possible.” Vanessa reached back and patted her bottom. Then Phyllis went to work. “I’ll get you started,” she said and put words to action, wetting her finger with her own juices and applying them to Vanessa, then inserting her index finger in her ass. “That feels nice,” Vanessa said and squirmed as Phyllis moved her finger in and out, readying her for the ‘real’ thing. Watching Vanessa squirm was making Roger’s dick throb and pulse. He put his hand on Phyllis’s shoulder. Vanessa winced and then relaxed as she was now having her ass finger fucked by her best friend…”That feels different and really good,” she said. Phyllis gave her a love pat and worked her finger in and out looking up at Roger who was standing, watching, his cock pulsing and dripping. “Wet yourself up, Roger,” Phyllis said and he did. “You want to be nice and slick so you’ll slip inside more easily.” Roger was on his knees now, positioning. “I’ll help,” Phyllis said and took Roger’s cock in hand, guiding, poking it at the right place…”Lift Vanessa underneath” she said and he did, then removing her finger, pointing Roger to the ripened entrance… Vanessa lifted at the touch on her anus and Roger pressed and pressed, finally the head of his cock entering her virgin hole. “It hurts,” said Vanessa. Roger rested, his cockhead buried and then Vanessa’s ass adjusted and she was quiet, Roger pressed forward, his hand lifting and gripping Vanessa’s cunt…using her wetness to lubricate his shaft and helping pull his cock into her. He pushed until his entire cock had entered…Vanessa was breathing hard…Phyllis rubbing her back…Roger fingering her pussy…so many hands and a hard cock dealing with deflowering Vanessa…Vanessa began to mumble things into the pillow…”Oh!” she announced and “Ah!” and she reached back holding her bottom cheeks open…”Fuck me. Fuck me Roger. Fuck my ass.” And he did, slowly at first and then quickening his movements. Hands working on her back and her front and a cock in her ass…Vanessa was the center of attention and her body the center of all feelings she had ever imagined as Roger fucked at her and pounded her ass…a new surprise for Vanessa was that his balls were hitting her cunt and her clit with each thrust…she lifted herself for more and tears were in her eyes…she buried her head into the pillow and was trembling at the feelings which were building and then releasing in gushes of breath and air and cries and moans as she came and came again…she was on fire and then began to cool as Roger slowed his movements and she felt a sense of exhaustion. She was a woman now…a complete woman…no longer a virgin in any way and longed for another afternoon. Roger finally withdrew, Phyllis pulled down Vanessa’s dress, covering her, and they all rested in the living room which was very still, except for Teddy who was stroking his cock next to Vanessa. Phyllis sat up and put a lipstick rim around his head which oozed and came in a small spurt and dribbles. He was about spent but ’spent’ a little more to Phyllis‘s kissings. It had been a busy afternoon. Phyllis licked him clean. “Next time,” Phyllis said, “we’ll get Duke involved.” Vanessa said: “I don’t know.” They all four laughed at her remark and knew better. |
Life was good before lockdown, so let’s talk about those times. Go drinking with the friends, find someone in the bar, get drunk, flirt, make out, bang, and wake up in the morning feeling shitty yet satisfied. Find your way home and spend the whole day lazing around. There used to be a time when I complained about this all the time because of the toll it took on the next day. Nonetheless, I found myself in the bar yet again with a few friends. It was just another night, and I had Priya, Avni and Ethan to accompany me. We got to this pub at around 10 in the night, and there was a waiting. It was ladies night at that bar afterall, so we decided to wait. We’d all dressed up and finding another bar at that time didn’t make any sense. I’d decided to on wearing a black mesh halter bandage dress along with sleek black pumps and was feeling pretty good about myself. We stood outside smoking while Ethan started telling about how he had met this girl recently and that she seemed like a psycho. We all decided to indulge him and get the juicy details out of him. That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw damn pretty girl smiling at me. I thought I knew her from somewhere, expecting she’d introduce herself. “Can I borrow a lighter?”, She asked. Having borrowed a lighter ourselves, I gave her my cigarette to light hers. She took her time while I kept staring at her. Thankfully there was a bright light in the waiting area and it was quite obvious that she was beautiful. She was wearing a nice white and khaki grid quarter sleeves off the shoulders romper jumpsuit with a nice pair of white sneakers. Her hair was tied up in a nice bun and she had a I’m sexy and I know it vibe around her. Her pecan brown skin was flawless and smooth to look at which had kind of a tan shade to it which just made her look gorgeous. She was probably in her late twenties, lean and about my height at 5’5” with some really nice breast. The off shoulder dress showed off a nice cleavage and left a lot for imagination. She had some nice round eyes and a tiny nose which made her look kind of like Tessa Thompson (She played Brunnhilde/Valkyrie in the Avengers). Yes, I’ve liked some girls in the past, but this girl was really something. “Here you go. Thank you!”, she said while handing my cigarette back. “Yeah, welcome! See you on the dance floor.” I don’t even know why I said that I’d see her on the dance floor! It just came out. I felt overwhelmed and wanted to not just say you’re welcome. While I was regretting the words that I had blurted out, she narrowed her eyes and with a sly smile on her face, she replied, “Can’t wait”. She kept smiling as she turned around and walked away towards her friends. I stood there still for a second before turning back to face my friends with obvious smitten look on my face. I don’t know why I tried to hide it, but it was more than obvious. ‘What was that?’ asked Avni. ‘What?’ I played innocent. ‘THAT!’, repeated Priya. ‘WHAT? I gave her a light’, I defended myself for no reason. ‘You know that we know you are bi right?’, confirmed Ethan. ‘Yeah, she’s just too cute right?’ I confessed. ‘She’s REALLY hot’, Priya agreed. ‘Exactly! I don’t know why I said I’d see her on the dance floor! I don’t know if I’m going to dance in these heels. Should’ve worn sneakers like her and something to go with that so I could dance.’ ‘Chill, first we need to get inside. The other problems will be dealt with later.’ Ethan came in with the reality check. ‘Just check with him na’, asked Avni. Ethan went on to ask the guy at the entrance and waved us over. Ah! Finally. I was starving. We got in and sat at the table ordered some food and drinks and got back to having our conversations. It was a long time that we four hadn’t met and it was a good time. I had just finished my second long island iced tea and was feeling the buzz quite strong. The music was really loud and having strained our throats to the limit we decided to hit the dance floor. After having danced for a few minutes, Avni decided that she wanted to have a smoke break. I told her I’d join her and followed her to the smoke room in the corner. Just as we walked in, the first person I noticed was the same girl who I’d met outside! She was alone for some reason, and smiled at me as soon as she saw me. I couldn’t help smiling back at her and I nudged Avni to follow me as I walked towards the girl. ‘Hi! I need to borrow a light.’ I had my line ready. ‘Sure.’ She held out her cigarette smiling. ‘I’m Vedika, this is Avni’ I introduced us, as Avni waved a ‘hi’. ‘Hi, I’m Mira. That’s a really nice dress’ ‘Oh thanks. I love your outfit.’ She said. We shared the smoke and giggled few things that I don’t exactly remember. Apparently she was the only smoker in her group which is why she was alone there. We started bobbing to the beats as soon as we stepped out of the smoke room. ‘Let’s get you on the dance floor.’ said Mira as she held my hand and led me. I had a quick glance at Avni and she gave me cheeky smile and shook her head. I felt my cheeks getting red as I followed Mira. We started dancing and moved close to each other. We were dancing really close and she put her hands on my hips started to mirror my movement. It was getting steamy with both of us dancing close. We danced with each other for some time attracting some nasty looks from all around. ‘I need booze!’, I screamed amidst the chaos. ‘Let’s go to the bar counter.’ She replied. ‘Shots?’ I asked. ‘Sure!’ she replied We had three tequila shots back to back at the counter before heading back to the floor. At this point my head was spinning slightly and it was a nice high that I was in. Mira was again dancing close to me and she turned and pressed her butt against me. She was grinding against me as I leaned over her shoulder ruffling through her hair. At this point, I was super turned on I wanted her bad. I held her hand and led her towards the ladies washroom. We both entered the washroom and thankfully it wasn’t that full. There were only couple of ladies and one left as soon as we entered. There were total of four stalls and I walked into one and left the door open. Mira held back and saw the other lady leave and entered my stall locking it as she got in. I just couldn’t hold myself and I pounced on her. Before anyone of us knew what was going on, we both were kissing fervently. It just seemed as if we both were waiting for this moment. I ran my hand through her hair and rested it on her neck and pulling her close with my other hand on her waist. She had both her hands on my breast and she was sizing them up as we kissed. Her lips were soft and it felt like I was longing for them. We were kissing passionately as if we were long lost lovers who saw each other after a decade. Our hands moved over each other’s bodies, exploring and feeling every inch of it. She cupped my breast and slid her hand inside the bandage feeling my nipples and started pinching them slowly. I was getting weak in my knees and getting wet as well. She took her right hand and ran it through my hair while pressing harder on my lips. It was all of a sudden when she grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled my head out of the kiss with dominance. I was surprised yet pleased and let out a moan, ‘yeah, keep doing things like that’. A devilish smile appeared across her face and she slapped my cheek once and asked, ‘You like this?’ ‘Yes please.’ I said as I felt heartbeat and excitement rising. She slapped me once again and pulled me close to her and started kissing again. Her hand went on to the two straps on my boobs and she pushed them aside to pop my breast out. Pushed me against the sidewall and bent to kiss my boobs. She fondled with them with both hands as she licked and kissed my nipples. Her kisses turned into bites and nibbles and her hands were now slapping the other breast. It was getting ecstatic as I stood with my hands on her head pulling her close to me. I was loving every second of it. She switched biting to the other boob and slid her hands to pull my dress from below above my hips revealing my panty which was soaking wet by now. Her hands grabbed my ass as she bit my nipple. She squeezed my ass and slid a hand inside my panty. The touch of her fingers against my pussy made me shiver. She was in no way gentle about it as she started rubbing hard and moved from biting my nipple to biting my neck. I was moaning and breathing hard as I couldn’t help but love every moment of it. Her finger slid inside me and I suddenly felt my knees crumble. I had to grab hold of the door and the wall to prevent myself from falling down as I let out a gasp of air. She grabbed my throat while fingering me and choked me slightly. I was over the moon at this point when her second finger slid inside me and she was going in deep. She hadn’t taken off her ring and I was feeling it against my pussy but I was too intoxicated to even complain. Her lips moved on to kiss my neck and then my ears as she whispered, ‘You’re mine’. ‘Yes!’ was the only word I could manage to speak at that moment. She took out her fingers and put them in my mouth as I kept on licking them. The smell of my pussy was quite strong and I could taste all my juices all over her fingers. I hadn’t ever tasted myself this way and it was ecstatic. She moved away from me and unzipped her romper. It came off pretty easily and to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. No panties or pasties on her boobs. Her breast looked amazing and she had a small cute landing strip above her pussy. She hung her dress on the hook behind the door and pulled me close. We were kissing again and I was feeling her soft skin all over. She had a unique scent which made her even more desirable. She grabbed my hair again and pushed me down. She kept her one leg on the pot to support herself. I got down on my knees and positioned myself to lick her up as I couldn’t wait anymore. Her pussy was dripping wet and I just shoved my face in it. Her lips were distinctive and I started playing with them using my tongue. It was time for her to moan as she pushed my head harder into her pussy and started moving her hips. I was slurping all her juices and I slid a finger. She let out a loud moan as I started finger fucking her hard. She was heaving heavily now and moving her hips faster on my face. Her juices were all over my face now till my nose. Her rhythm started to increase and I quickened my pace of fingering as well. I felt her body tense for a few moments before easing and she crumpled to the ground next to me. We both were on our knees on the floor as we kissed each other. She licked my face and we were now both smiling at each other and giggling softly. Just then we heard the washroom door thud loudly and a bunch of girls walked in laughing and giggling loudly. It was our cue to get out of there. We stood up and wiped each other’s faces with our hands. I grabbed her romper and gave it to her. There was a banging on the door which I was expecting. ‘In a minute!’ I shouted and I could hear the other girl giggling outside. We both took our time to get properly dressed and kissed each other one last time before we walked out together. We got some weird looks from the girls, but we were too high literally and emotionally to even care. After having fixed our look in the mirror, we walked out of the washroom. |
Life was good before lockdown, so let’s talk about those times. Go drinking with the friends, find someone in the bar, get drunk, flirt, make out, bang, and wake up in the morning feeling shitty yet satisfied. Find your way home and spend the whole day lazing around. There used to be a time when I complained about this all the time because of the toll it took on the next day. Nonetheless, I found myself in the bar yet again with a few friends. It was just another night, and I had Priya, Avni and Ethan to accompany me. We got to this pub at around 10 in the night, and there was a waiting. It was ladies night at that bar afterall, so we decided to wait. We’d all dressed up and finding another bar at that time didn’t make any sense. I’d decided to on wearing a black mesh halter bandage dress along with sleek black pumps and was feeling pretty good about myself. We stood outside smoking while Ethan started telling about how he had met this girl recently and that she seemed like a psycho. We all decided to indulge him and get the juicy details out of him. That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw damn pretty girl smiling at me. I thought I knew her from somewhere, expecting she’d introduce herself. “Can I borrow a lighter?”, She asked. Having borrowed a lighter ourselves, I gave her my cigarette to light hers. She took her time while I kept staring at her. Thankfully there was a bright light in the waiting area and it was quite obvious that she was beautiful. She was wearing a nice white and khaki grid quarter sleeves off the shoulders romper jumpsuit with a nice pair of white sneakers. Her hair was tied up in a nice bun and she had a I’m sexy and I know it vibe around her. Her pecan brown skin was flawless and smooth to look at which had kind of a tan shade to it which just made her look gorgeous. She was probably in her late twenties, lean and about my height at 5’5” with some really nice breast. The off shoulder dress showed off a nice cleavage and left a lot for imagination. She had some nice round eyes and a tiny nose which made her look kind of like Tessa Thompson (She played Brunnhilde/Valkyrie in the Avengers). Yes, I’ve liked some girls in the past, but this girl was really something. “Here you go. Thank you!”, she said while handing my cigarette back. “Yeah, welcome! See you on the dance floor.” I don’t even know why I said that I’d see her on the dance floor! It just came out. I felt overwhelmed and wanted to not just say you’re welcome. While I was regretting the words that I had blurted out, she narrowed her eyes and with a sly smile on her face, she replied, “Can’t wait”. She kept smiling as she turned around and walked away towards her friends. I stood there still for a second before turning back to face my friends with obvious smitten look on my face. I don’t know why I tried to hide it, but it was more than obvious. ‘What was that?’ asked Avni. ‘What?’ I played innocent. ‘THAT!’, repeated Priya. ‘WHAT? I gave her a light’, I defended myself for no reason. ‘You know that we know you are bi right?’, confirmed Ethan. ‘Yeah, she’s just too cute right?’ I confessed. ‘She’s REALLY hot’, Priya agreed. ‘Exactly! I don’t know why I said I’d see her on the dance floor! I don’t know if I’m going to dance in these heels. Should’ve worn sneakers like her and something to go with that so I could dance.’ ‘Chill, first we need to get inside. The other problems will be dealt with later.’ Ethan came in with the reality check. ‘Just check with him na’, asked Avni. Ethan went on to ask the guy at the entrance and waved us over. Ah! Finally. I was starving. We got in and sat at the table ordered some food and drinks and got back to having our conversations. It was a long time that we four hadn’t met and it was a good time. I had just finished my second long island iced tea and was feeling the buzz quite strong. The music was really loud and having strained our throats to the limit we decided to hit the dance floor. After having danced for a few minutes, Avni decided that she wanted to have a smoke break. I told her I’d join her and followed her to the smoke room in the corner. Just as we walked in, the first person I noticed was the same girl who I’d met outside! She was alone for some reason, and smiled at me as soon as she saw me. I couldn’t help smiling back at her and I nudged Avni to follow me as I walked towards the girl. ‘Hi! I need to borrow a light.’ I had my line ready. ‘Sure.’ She held out her cigarette smiling. ‘I’m Vedika, this is Avni’ I introduced us, as Avni waved a ‘hi’. ‘Hi, I’m Mira. That’s a really nice dress’ ‘Oh thanks. I love your outfit.’ She said. We shared the smoke and giggled few things that I don’t exactly remember. Apparently she was the only smoker in her group which is why she was alone there. We started bobbing to the beats as soon as we stepped out of the smoke room. ‘Let’s get you on the dance floor.’ said Mira as she held my hand and led me. I had a quick glance at Avni and she gave me cheeky smile and shook her head. I felt my cheeks getting red as I followed Mira. We started dancing and moved close to each other. We were dancing really close and she put her hands on my hips started to mirror my movement. It was getting steamy with both of us dancing close. We danced with each other for some time attracting some nasty looks from all around. ‘I need booze!’, I screamed amidst the chaos. ‘Let’s go to the bar counter.’ She replied. ‘Shots?’ I asked. ‘Sure!’ she replied We had three tequila shots back to back at the counter before heading back to the floor. At this point my head was spinning slightly and it was a nice high that I was in. Mira was again dancing close to me and she turned and pressed her butt against me. She was grinding against me as I leaned over her shoulder ruffling through her hair. At this point, I was super turned on I wanted her bad. I held her hand and led her towards the ladies washroom. We both entered the washroom and thankfully it wasn’t that full. There were only couple of ladies and one left as soon as we entered. There were total of four stalls and I walked into one and left the door open. Mira held back and saw the other lady leave and entered my stall locking it as she got in. I just couldn’t hold myself and I pounced on her. Before anyone of us knew what was going on, we both were kissing fervently. It just seemed as if we both were waiting for this moment. I ran my hand through her hair and rested it on her neck and pulling her close with my other hand on her waist. She had both her hands on my breast and she was sizing them up as we kissed. Her lips were soft and it felt like I was longing for them. We were kissing passionately as if we were long lost lovers who saw each other after a decade. Our hands moved over each other’s bodies, exploring and feeling every inch of it. She cupped my breast and slid her hand inside the bandage feeling my nipples and started pinching them slowly. I was getting weak in my knees and getting wet as well. She took her right hand and ran it through my hair while pressing harder on my lips. It was all of a sudden when she grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled my head out of the kiss with dominance. I was surprised yet pleased and let out a moan, ‘yeah, keep doing things like that’. A devilish smile appeared across her face and she slapped my cheek once and asked, ‘You like this?’ ‘Yes please.’ I said as I felt heartbeat and excitement rising. She slapped me once again and pulled me close to her and started kissing again. Her hand went on to the two straps on my boobs and she pushed them aside to pop my breast out. Pushed me against the sidewall and bent to kiss my boobs. She fondled with them with both hands as she licked and kissed my nipples. Her kisses turned into bites and nibbles and her hands were now slapping the other breast. It was getting ecstatic as I stood with my hands on her head pulling her close to me. I was loving every second of it. She switched biting to the other boob and slid her hands to pull my dress from below above my hips revealing my panty which was soaking wet by now. Her hands grabbed my ass as she bit my nipple. She squeezed my ass and slid a hand inside my panty. The touch of her fingers against my pussy made me shiver. She was in no way gentle about it as she started rubbing hard and moved from biting my nipple to biting my neck. I was moaning and breathing hard as I couldn’t help but love every moment of it. Her finger slid inside me and I suddenly felt my knees crumble. I had to grab hold of the door and the wall to prevent myself from falling down as I let out a gasp of air. She grabbed my throat while fingering me and choked me slightly. I was over the moon at this point when her second finger slid inside me and she was going in deep. She hadn’t taken off her ring and I was feeling it against my pussy but I was too intoxicated to even complain. Her lips moved on to kiss my neck and then my ears as she whispered, ‘You’re mine’. ‘Yes!’ was the only word I could manage to speak at that moment. She took out her fingers and put them in my mouth as I kept on licking them. The smell of my pussy was quite strong and I could taste all my juices all over her fingers. I hadn’t ever tasted myself this way and it was ecstatic. She moved away from me and unzipped her romper. It came off pretty easily and to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. No panties or pasties on her boobs. Her breast looked amazing and she had a small cute landing strip above her pussy. She hung her dress on the hook behind the door and pulled me close. We were kissing again and I was feeling her soft skin all over. She had a unique scent which made her even more desirable. She grabbed my hair again and pushed me down. She kept her one leg on the pot to support herself. I got down on my knees and positioned myself to lick her up as I couldn’t wait anymore. Her pussy was dripping wet and I just shoved my face in it. Her lips were distinctive and I started playing with them using my tongue. It was time for her to moan as she pushed my head harder into her pussy and started moving her hips. I was slurping all her juices and I slid a finger. She let out a loud moan as I started finger fucking her hard. She was heaving heavily now and moving her hips faster on my face. Her juices were all over my face now till my nose. Her rhythm started to increase and I quickened my pace of fingering as well. I felt her body tense for a few moments before easing and she crumpled to the ground next to me. We both were on our knees on the floor as we kissed each other. She licked my face and we were now both smiling at each other and giggling softly. Just then we heard the washroom door thud loudly and a bunch of girls walked in laughing and giggling loudly. It was our cue to get out of there. We stood up and wiped each other’s faces with our hands. I grabbed her romper and gave it to her. There was a banging on the door which I was expecting. ‘In a minute!’ I shouted and I could hear the other girl giggling outside. We both took our time to get properly dressed and kissed each other one last time before we walked out together. We got some weird looks from the girls, but we were too high literally and emotionally to even care. After having fixed our look in the mirror, we walked out of the washroom. |
Well, where to begin? At the start is probably a good place. My name is Dan and my wife is called Linzi. We have 2 girls 1 is a teenager (Miley) and the other is still a daddies little princess type (Mia). My wife and I have been together for about 18 years now and still have a fantastic sex life. We live out almost every fantasy either of us has, we visit swinging clubs to watch and to play and we also host ‘parties' every so often. This story takes place during and after our last party (2 weeks prior to me writing this). It was a weird Saturday afternoon as myself and Linzi were setting everything for our party later with a few friends we had met in our swinging circle. The party was to be a classier version of the old favourite keys in a bowl type of thing. The girls were staying at friends houses for the night, so the house was being transformed for the evenings entertainment. We had hired serving staff who were to dish out entrees as our guests arrived and cocktails to help everyone relax. They were either to be nude or underwear only which the agency said wouldn’t be an issue. Unfortunately the group that turned up were either very old or very overweight. This somehow didn’t fit with the theme for the night which was a masquerade ball and no one wants to see saggy flesh and beer bellies so we refused to use the group and decided to do it all ourselves. Before Mikey left for her friends we had her help us cut fruit and plate entrees. When asked we said it was for a book club we had joined and were reading Phantom of the Opera so dress up was required to get into the spirit. ‘Dad, your party is gonna be so lame. Honestly book clubs are for geeks’ ‘You don’t know what you’re missing, books fill the imagination and let you explore a new world’ ‘So does the Tv’ Now it was hard to argue her logic, also I was kind of bluffing since I wasn’t really into books myself. The last book I read was the Karma Sutra which was very condensed and was pretty much to spice up our sex life a little... that was some years back. ‘So what time is everyone getting here Mum? Asked Miley. ‘Around 8pm I would think. It’s 5.30pm now and your sister still needs dropped off at her friends house. Go see if she is ready to leave please. I can drop you off at Chloe’s if you like’. ‘Nah, it’s only around the corner and to be honest I’d rather walk. It’s so sad when your parents drop you off' ‘Fair enough, saves me a journey' replied Linzi. With that Miley disappeared upstairs to grab her sister, Linzi threw on her coat and grabbed the car keys. It was at this point I realised we had forgotten to buy some protection for the evenings fun. Every party organiser is supposed to supply condoms and lube plus a factory load of wet wipes. I said I’d pop out and grab them whilst she dropped the kids off. A couple of hours later we’d set up everything, the girls were out for the night, and we were just sipping on the first pornstar Martini of the night. Not my favourite but it fit the evening. The doorbell rang and there stood the first couple we met a couple of years ago. Katherine and David. Both 39 and very sporty meaning both bodies were still in their peak. Next was a new couple Heidi and Gary. A fairly young couple at the ripe old age if 21. I was very happy Heidi turned up as she was stunning. Linzi gave me a cheeky smile seeing what Heidi was wearing. Gary wasn't the best looking lad at all but according to a mutual friend he has a 10 inch cock and goes like a jack hammer. More and more guests arrived and by 9pm all 16 had turned up. The music played, people were chatting and the alcohol was flowing. Around 10.30pm we started to play our games for the evening, all of which were designed to get everyone naked and very horny. By 11.20pm the majority of couples were either pairing up with another couple of a free for all was happening in the living room. Linzi was in the middle of it all as usual. She was bent over Heidi licking her pussy as Gary slammed every inch into her. I was sat on the armchair with Michelle riding me like there was no tomorrow. Now Michelle was a rather skinny girl with small boobs but one of the tightest arses I’ve even seen. I was determined to slide my 7.5” cock into it and was working her into a frenzy. I could feel her clench and start to shake then all of a sudden the waterworks opened and she came all over my legs, my cock and balls were soaked and the armchair would need re-upholstering. This turned me on as Linzi has never squirted on my cock before. I’ve seen her do it once when a female friend of ours ate her pussy whilst almost fisting her and she erupted. The first and last time that happened. I bent Michelle over, rubbed some of her pussy juice onto her bud and licked her Asshole for what must have been 5 minutes, slowing inserting a digit and she came hard again. As I stood up she let me know her ass was still virgin territory so I took my time entering her. Inch by inch until I felt my balls slap against her pussy. She was insanely tight that I almost came deep into her bowels right then. But slowly I pulled out and gripped my cock at the base to delay the inevitable release. As my orgasm rescinded I pushed back into Michelle. As I was sliding in again I looked up to see Linzi laying on the couch, Gary slamming into her arse whilst Heidi rode her face. I knew Linzi would be loving this as she prefers to play with females at our parties since it makes her cum harder and we also we had set up a few cameras ( this was against the rules but they were well hidden and for our pleasure later) meaning that we could both masturbate alone or together watching the recording back. After 6 or 7 minutes of hard anal sex with Michelle I could feel my orgasm start again. I pulled out, turned Michelle around and came all over her B cup tits. We kissed and cleaned each other off before resting and watching the others. Michelle's husband was over in the other corner licking a redheads pussy whilst the redheads husband sucked on his cock. I was a little shocked but Michelle seemed relaxed so maybe he swung both ways. I myself had been In many a three ways with other guys but didn’t fancy one blowing me. But each to their own I suppose. Gary had finished all over both mine and his missus and sat on the chair as the 2 ladies cleaned each other off using only their tongues. I said my goodbye to Michelle and headed over to Linzi who by now was laying on the floor spent. After 30 or so minutes with Gary’s 10 inches smashing into every hole she had I wasn’t surprised she looked beat. Seeing Heidi’s smooth pussy splayed open like a little flower I got the urge to lick each petal. Gary didn’t seem to mind (not that he really could as he had destroyed my wife). Now this had been on my ‘to do list' since the moment I seen Heidi at the club a few weeks ago and the sole reason she got an invite. As I was on all fours eating out one of the prettiest pussies I’ve ever seen I felt my ass get wet and looked around to see Linzi apply some lube to my Asshole. Now we have done this on occasion but never in front of anyone but she pushed a couple of fingers into my ass and stroked my male G Spot. My cock sprang back to full mast and then I felt another hand start to stroke me. The angle I knew it couldn’t be Linzi or Heidi. So when looking up I seen it was Michelle’s husband who was pulling my cock. There wasn’t really anything I could do about it right now as Heidi had started to cum and had gripped my head between her legs. I felt my own orgasm coming on like a freight train and within seconds my cock erupted spewing a serious amount of cum onto the floor below me. ‘Did you enjoy that’ Linzi said with a wink. Michelle had at some point arrived and was sat on Gary’s face, ‘My husband knows his way around a cock and a pussy’. Again I wasn’t really into guys at all. I could say when 1 was attractive and such but that was the first time any male had touched me sexually and I came. I was very confused since Linzi also had 3 fingers pistoning into my ass whilst it happened. (We later talked about it and agreed that should it ever happen again she would stop it as not comfortable with it either). As the party drew to a close the guests were leaving and I was upstairs putting away some blankets when I noticed Miley's door slightly open. There she was laying in her bed. Not at her friends house like planned but in her fucking bed. What had she seen?? My mind was racing. Get Linzi... she'll know how to handle this .. well maybe not but hey best it’s not me. Part 2 Linzi had been in Miley's room for about 40 minutes, I'd been quickly cleaning up the house leaving Linzi to sort things with Miley. I decided to pop up and see how things were going. What I seen next will stay with me for the rest of my life. Linzi had her face between Miley's legs and was licking her pussy. Miley’s face was screwed up and there right in my view was her teenage tits. Small brown nubs sitting on top of the most perfect tits i'd ever seen. My cock was rock hard. This was the weirdest and sexiest thing i'd ever seen. At no point before had I really thought of incest. I’d watched my daughter grow up from a little baby to a perfectly formed teenager. I was worried about boys coming round and instead here is Linzi sucking on her clit instead. Honestly the sight was seriously hot. I pulled my cock from my boxer shorts and slowing started to pull. Miley's eyes opened and stared at me. My daughter was watching me pull my cock whilst I watched her and her mother. ‘Mum, Dad is here' Linzi pulled her face from Miley’s groin and turned around. ‘hey babe. Miley is all good with everything now. She said she had watched most of the evening from outside as she and Chloe had an argument. It got cold so she came in and hid in her room. All the time Linzi was talking her hand was stroking Miley’s side and I now had a perfect view of my daughter’s freshly shaved pussy. My cock somehow got harder and Linzi spotted this. Her 34D tits were being pinched with her other hand. I knew this look where the orgasm is the most important thing now. Miley didn’t seem to mind what her mother was doing to her and deep down I knew she was really enjoying it. I moved towards them both and kissed Linzi deep. I opened my eyes to see Miley slowly stroking her pussy with 1 hand whilst the other reached out and grabbed my cock. Her touch was like fire. My cock was burning and as she slowing pulled backwards the cool sensation felt incredible. I disconnected the kiss from Linzi and bent down to suck on my daughter’s A cup tit. The sensation was amazing. Flicking her nipple with my tongue was possibly the best feeling in the world. Linzi continued her assault on Miley’s pussy and as she picked up her pace so did Miley on my cock. ‘Oh Fuck, I’m cumming mum... I’m cummmmmiinnnggggggg' miley screamed as she hit her climax. Never in my life have I been so happy to see someone arrive at orgasm than my daughter at that moment. Miley’s grip on my cock relaxed as she continued to breathe hard and I just didn’t care. Linzi removed her head and enveloped my cock completely with her mouth. ‘Fucking hell mum, that’s awesome, how can you do that?’ I personally didn’t care how she could do it but just very happy she could. I then motioned Linzi to move over so I could lay down on the bed. Linzi then mounted my cock and started to ride me. I grabbed Miley by the ass and pulled over her leg so I could myself taste her virgin pussy. The smell and taste was something unlike anything I’d ever had before. And I NEEDED to have more. I could taste her cum and it was incredible. Miley slipped forward a little and this meant I could also lick her Asshole. I went in hard and she seemed to enjoy it more than the assault on her pussy. Just like her mother she loved getting her backside rimmed. As she relaxed I could slide my tongue inside ever so slightly. I took this as an invitation and slide a finger into her Asshole. Once my finger had slide in past the first bend Miley sat bolt upright which tightened her ass almost breaking my finger and then slammed her pussy into my face so I could barely breathe. Then an eruption. Her pussy flooded and she squirted easily a litre of pussy juice all over me. This drove me over the edge and I lifted my cock and drove it into my loving wife harder than I ever have before. Linzi seemed to have lost all focus and was smashing her pelvis into my groin and her release came just as quick. The next thing that happened shocked me more than anything so far this evening, my daughter moved between her mother’s legs and started to lick her pussy. Cleaning the mixture of cum within her mother, I was instantly hard again and Linzi looked me straight in the eyes, silently saying fuck this is good. Although Miley was clearly new to this her eagerness was more than enough to make up for the lack of experience. ‘Dad, please make love to me; please break my cherry' ‘What? Baby you’re still a little young for that. And I’m not sure you really want me too' ‘I’ve fantasized about you making love to me for the last year when I seen you and mum fucking and I really want you to be my first’. Stated Miley very sheepishly. ‘How could you say no to your princess? If she really wants you too and to be honest huni I think it’s so hot. I kinda wanna see you two screwing’. With that Miley shook her ass at me and her smooth wet pussy looked so inviting that my cock decided before my head did. I grabbed my cock by the base and guided myself towards the most appealing pussy I’d ever seen. ‘Ok baby, this may hurt a little but just let me know and I’ll stop’. Linzi pulled away from Miley at this point, grabbed her camera as she wanted record her baby being broken in. As my tip made contact it twitched hard and brushed the entire length of her lips. This seemed to make Miley’s lust just hit fever pitch. She pushed her ass backwards and my cock started to drive forward. It was incredibly tight, so tight in fact that I was certain I would only get the head in. ‘relax baby, daddy will go slow but you need to relax’ coached Linzi. She set the camera down and made sure it was recording from a great angle, then reached under Miley and started to strike her pussy. Partly I’m guessing was to help her relax and half so she wasn’t missing out on the experience. Either way this helped and I managed to slide in another inch before hitting the hymen. I pulled out almost entirely and then back in. I did this quite a few times, scared to break it and cause her pain, and also it made my baby a woman. ‘Faster please Dad. It feels amazing’. As instructed I started to increase my pace and in doing so pushed a little harder than I had anticipated. My cock broke through her barrier and a loud scream erupted from Miley. I froze exactly where I was and out poured blood. Linzi started to increase her speed stroking Miley’s clit and this seemed to relax her. I started to pull out but Linzi shook her head and with her other hand pushed my arse the opposite way and I went deeper into Miley. This seemed to work and out came a guttural sound of pure lustful enjoyment. Seeing the change I grabbed hold of her waist and started to push into my teenage girl once again. Looking down to see her ass with my cock hanging out the back of her looked insanely good and made me need to cum. But this one was for Miley and I wanted her to cum on my cock before I let my own release happen. Slowly I upped my pace and so did Linzi. Within a few minutes Miley started to breathe heavily and I felt her pussy tighten, she let out a scream of pure joy and then collapsed. This only made her pussy and ass all the more inviting for me so I decided now was the time to fuck my girl hard and faster than she knew would be possible. Just as I felt my orgasm peak I pulled out and sprayed my cum all over her ass and back. It felt incredible and maybe it was the most I’ve ever cum in my life. Baring in mind I’d cum several times in the last few hours that was amazing. ‘Ok Dan, maybe time to let Miley calm down and get showered. I gave my daughter a deep and passionate kiss then left the room. Linzi followed suit a few minutes later. I’d asked what was said when I left and Linzi asked if Miley was ok to be told that it was the best feeling in the world and asked when she could do it all again. Linzi kissed her and laughed. Then left the room. Once back in our room we chatted about what had just happened and Linzi was still horny. I couldn’t get hard again due to the overuse from the night. So Linzi pulled out her trusted Rabbit and slid it into her soaking wet pussy, and fucked that toy so hard her pussy juice started working into a lather. As she came she pulled the toy from inside of her and a single squirt if ejaculate flew out and landed and the bottom of our bed. She was shaking hard for at least a full minute before cuddling up to me and we both passed out. The last thought that went through my mind was how amazing my new little fuck buddy could be. The fact my wife and I could share her made it all the better. |
Slut wife gets a job Please read "slut wife but don't tell her husband before reading this. Any and all comments are greatly appreciated. I love getting your ideas for further parts of the story too. Sarahs husband was called into his bosses office and asked if Sarah had a job, the answer was no, he earnt enough for her to stay home. Then he was asked if she had ever done any secretarial work, the answer was yes, she used to be a secretary. The boss then asked him If he thought Sarah would like to become 1 of the companies new secretaries. He explained all the perks and benefits and soon had Sarahs husband leaving the office to call Sarah and ask her what she thought. As he left the bosses office the boss opened his laptop and there already loaded on his screen was a video conference call with all the board members from the company and Sarah. All the board members were sat in suits but you could clearly see they had their cocks out and they were slowly stroking them. Sarah was dressed in her wedding dress and her face was covered in cum. Her hair was stuck to her face, her right eye was stuck shut and every time she breathed through her nose she would make cum bubbles. "Hes making the call now", the boss said. Sure enough they all soon heard a phone ringing. Sarah reached out her hand, picked up the phone "Hello" Earlier that morning Sarah had been doing the house work, she had dressed herself in a floaty summer dress and now moved around the house doing job after job. Outside 3 suv's arrived and a total of 15 men got out and headed towards the house. This was nothing new to the neighbours as they regularly saw strange men coming an going from "Sarah the slut" house. The men didn't even knock they just walked straight in and closed the door behind them. Sarah was stood at the sink doing the washing up. She was day dreaming about cocks, she looked down and saw the white bubbles all over her hands and wished it was cum. She was so lost in thought she didnt hear the men approach her. The first she knew of them being there was when she was spun around to be faced with her husbands boss. He grabbed hold of the neckline of her dress and ripped it open sending buttons across the kitchen and leaving Sarah standing in a white lace bra and matching French cut knickers. The boss pushed down Sarahs bra to reveal half of her tits and all of her nipples. Without saying a word he grabbed each nipple an began pulling downwards. Sarah knew what he wanted and slowly lowered herself to her knees. There she was pulled towards the bosses zip on his trousers which she obediently unzipped and then reached in and pulled out his cock. Without hesitation she began licking and sucking his cock. As Sarah did what she loves the boss began telling the other 14 guys about Sarah. "Sarah here is a cock hungry slut. She is also married to that boring IT guy on the 4th floor. You can do whatever you want to her and she will not only love it but she will beg for more. I was here at a bbq once and she pretty much sucked and fucked everyone here. Her husband was cooking and guys took it in turns keeping him busy whilst this little cum slut took guy after guy into the house and emptied their balls. She only has 1 rule though, do what you want to her but just don't tell her husband. So you see now why I think she will be perfect for our project". Sarah heard all of this and it turned her on hearing this man tell these others what a slut she is. She couldn't wait to get to all of their cocks. But what was this project. Her thoughts were soon cut off as the boss started fucking her face faster and was soon unloading his cock in her mouth. Sarah happily swallowed every drop. She was instructed to crawl to every guy and introduce herself and explain her rule. So Sarah crawled in the sexiest way she could to the first guy, "My name is Sarah, I love cock, cum and being fucked. Use me anyway you want, so long as you don't tell my husband". Then she crawled onto the next guy and the next and so on. By the time she had been to all 14 guys and returned to the boss everyone had stripped and was stroking a hard cock. For the next 3 hours Sarah was fucked in every room in the house, in every position she could bend and twist into and by every guy multiple times. They bent her over the sofa and whist 1 fucked her from behind another stood on the sofa feeding her his cock. Then the moved her to the kitchen where they lay her on the table and ate cream and honey from her tits whilst guys pounded her holes. 1 guy got on he table and started fucking her tits. She was stood up and pressed against the windows whilst guys drove their cocks into her ass and pussy. The guys thought this would embarrass her, but anyone that might see her already knew what a slut she was so this was nothing new to them.She was taken upstairs and fucked in her husbands office, in the bathroom and then they spent a long long time fucking her on the marital bed. Sarah was covered in sweat and cum. There was a stream of cum running from her fuck holes and her tits, chest, face and hair were white with cum. She had such a happy look on her face. The guys that had been waiting their turn or were resting for another go at the slut, had taken to wondering the house, looking in cupboards and drawers. This led to Sarah being stuffed full of her dildos that she had. Being made to read aloud from her husbands secret porn magazine stash whilst also playing with herself. When the boss looked in her wardrobe though he made a great discovery. He emerged with Sarah's wedding dress. He had a quick chat with some of the others before handing it to Sarah and instructing her to put it on. He saw her looking towards the pile of lingerie that someone had thrown on the floor, but he quickly told her she was to be naked underneath. As she pulled the dress on she felt the cum, sweat, honey and cream sticking the dress to her body. Soon she was in the dress and stood before all the guys. She was told to kneel. The guys then formed a circle around her. The boss spoke, "Sarah you ae an amazing slut, but coming all the way to your home to use your fuckable body is too much, so we at the company have created a post just for you. You will officially be known as a secretary, but only you and us here will no your real job role of company slut. We will talk it over with your husband so he understands and even asks you to accept the job. You will not be working with him or anywhere near him for obvious reasons. We have prepared a list of your details of employment which you will now read aloud in front of us so we all know that you are happy to take the job". With that he handed Sarah a laminated a4 piece of paper for her to read. She took a quick look around and saw that all of the guys had got their cocks in their hands and were staring at her. She began to read aloud, "The roles and responsibilities of Sarah the company slut. 1; The slut will always dress as instructed no matter how obscene the outfit. On days where no instruction is given the slut may choose clothing of her own provided that the lingerie be a matching set, the blouse (if worn) is 2 sizes to small, the skirt (if worn) is no longer than knee length, the dress (if worn) is the same in length to any dress and also at least 1 size to small. Every item of clothing must have a zip to allow for easy access. It is also advised that the slut have a change of clothes left at work for times when her clothing is ripped, soiled or left somewhere. 2; If anyone outside of this room asks then the slut is to explain her job role as day to day administration of company files and resources. If anyone in this room asks for clarification about her job role she will answer, I am the company slut, do with me whatever you want, but don't tell my husband. 3; Everyone in this room can give the slut a command at anytime and it is to be obeyed without question." As Sarah read the list she could hear the guys wanking their cocks. Every so often she would feel jets of cum hit her face, neck, hair, tits, dress and some even landed on the laminated card. Once she had finished reading there was still 3 guys that hadn't cum over her so she was made to read the list again. By the time she finished the 3 had cum along with another 2 who had gotten hard again. Once they were all finished Sarah was offered each cock to lick clean which she happily obliged. She was then told that they were all going back to work now to sell the idea to her husband. They set up a laptop in front of her and loaded a video conferencing app. She was told that when she got a call she was to sit in front of the laptop looking exactly as she did right now and then take the phone call from her husband. Only once the phone call had finished and all 15 guys had left the video call could she get changed and cleaned up. Back to the present and Sarah began talking to her husband down the phone as each of the 15 men watched her cum covered face talked lovingly to her husband. He had no idea she was cum soaked and right now ruining her wedding dress. He didn't no about the contract Sarah had agreed to. He had no a clue that right now 15 managers were watching his wife via webcam and were all wanking their cocks to her. As she told her husband that she agreed to the job several of the guys came, Sarah thought it was odd that they were all wearing condoms. As each guy came he disconnected from the chat. Soon her husband finished talking to her and he was gone. She put down the phone and saw that there were 6 guys still on the video chat. Sarah was told to go and get 1 of her husbands magazines and her biggest dildo. When she returned she was told to read aloud the filthy story whilst fucking herself with the dildo. It didn't take long for the 6 guys to fill their condoms and leave the chat. The boss was the last to leave the chat, but before he did he thanked Sarah for being such an incredible slut and told her he would tell her husband when she was to come in for her interview. After all they had to make it look genuine. |
My friend Laura and I had a strange relationship. We met in our college orientation where neither of us wanted to be there but as soon as I made a joke about how happy I was to be spending a weekend of my much needed summer between senior year and college, we hit it off. Laura was the definition of what you see when you think of someone who is cute. She was average height, played different sports so was always in good shape, and her face was just cute. I oddly always felt like she was my sister which is why I never really saw the attraction. Laura I could tell liked me however. How did I know? Her friends never ceased to tell me so. She was also very outspoken this Laura figure. Which shocked me because she would consistently make fun of me jokingly, but I guess that was her way of trying to show she liked me. Laura and I knew each other for a year before the ultimate dismissal of our friendship occurred, and herein starts the true dark portion which is known by Leah. Leah was 18, and only barely. She was just beginning her senior year of high school and was already accepted to college in a great school a few states over. But she always begged Laura to come up to our college so she could get her first taste of partying. I would see the stress it would always cause Laura, because deep down she knew that Leah was looking for "boys" or more importantly, to show off her ungodly figure. Leah was taller than Laura, by about 5 inches or so and she always got confused for the older sister. Despite her taller figure, she still managed to have big booming breasts the kind that just are so supple that you can't ever believe how large they are. And of course, she would always flaunt them to the point where it was almost uncomfortable the first night we met. She was curvy in the hips as well, not the biggest ass but dear god was it tight. Leah played volleyball and you can only imagine what kind of crowds she drew just so the fellas could catch her in spandex. The short shorts consistently riding up her asscrack, seeing everything that was there. To match that was finally her extremely long hair, which she had died in highlights blonde to prove her different than her brunette sister. Our night began at my place, where I decided it would be doing Laura a favor to invite them over to our house for a small party since that way she could keep an eye on her sister. Laura thanked me graciously, as the most recent party she was at turned out to be a nightmare with guys hawking her friends. There was about 30 people by the time they arrived, I was playing beer pong with a roomate of mine when Laura came to finally seek us out. "Mike Theres more people here than I thought I don't know half these people." "Don't worry Laura they are all either my roomates or friends of theirs. Who'd you bring with?" At this point, I very clearly knew exactly who she brought, and I almost felt bad for asking. By this point however, I had a few drinks and was beginning to test the waters out. "Leah this is ......" "Mike, I know. I've heard a lot about you" "Oh Shut up Leah no you haven't" Already I could sense the tension between the sisters and later I would find that she often talked to Leah about how me and how she could "win me over". But at this point, the only thing I could fucking focus on was Leahs drop dead gorgeous rack. She took over the beer pong table in her confident manner, just seizing the ball from some guys hand and saying "be my partner were going to run this". This only turned me on times a million watching her do the old "show my tits" trick and try to distract the other players. The game subsided as we won and decided it was time to take a break. I headed downstairs to grab the whiskey we saved for the party and was met on the middle floor by a door opening. And out of the bathroom strolled Leah. Time slowed to a dead stop, and we met eyes. Before I even knew what happened I was slammed into the wall. Leahs hand aggressively crept onto my package and she said "well are you going to invite me to come downstairs with you?" Not thinking at all, I slam down to my room and lock the door. I grabbed Leahs "V" in her hips and slammed her against the wall. I kissed her deep and without asking she slipped her top off and whispered in my ear. "I know my sister wants you, but IM the one getting your hard cock tonight". I then became a madman and fed off Leahs insane confidence. Laura at this point was forgotten. Leahs huge tits slid down to my belt buckle and unstrapped my cock. It was so hard at this point that it actually smacked her as she took it out. We both laughed and then I forcefully inserted my manhood deep into her mouth. Her wet mouth was a haven I could have came right then and there. It felt so wrong to be with Leah she was barely even 18! But she looked up at me and in her eyes she spewed with fervent desire. She ran her tits up and down my cock and was spitting on her own tits to lube it. When she started talking is what really started fucking with my mind. "Oh mike do you like it when I fuck your cock with my titties? Do you think Laura would like if i fucked your cock with my titties?" This woman is crazy only thing I could think to myself. She purposely is fucking me when she knows her sister wants me! And now the mind games stop as I rammed my cock down her throat. She is pinned up the wall and I begin to fuck her warm pretty little mouth. "Oh yes mike fuck my throat while I look you in the eyes" I wont blink until you come all in my pretty mouth" At this point it was me losing it and I began coming so violently after a final stroke deep into her mouth. She coughed a bit with the amount just because I hadn't came in weeks so there was so much come still spewing. I felt my legs get weak and sat on the couch. She had all my cum in her mouth as she pranced over to me on the couch. She spit the cum back on my still hard cock, and sucked it back and swallowed. Fucking hell I damned about lost it. This girl is so fucking hot she not only teases me with her insane body, but the crazy part is how bad she messes with the mind. My eyes basically rolled back into their sockets in ecstasy when Leah asked, "so how long before round 2?" To which I replied "Right now" at which point WE HEARD A KNOCK ON THE DOOR. It was a heavy knock, a banging and it was "LEAH? LEAH ARE YOU IN THERE? Mike I swear to god if she's in there!" We became church mouses and waited what felt like an eternity before the knocking finally stopped. But then a key came in and I thought to myself fuck its my roommate hes opening the door with Laura........ TO BE CONTINUED |
One of my favourite places is the beach. Most of the time it is just a place to hang out and swim in the summer but a few years back it became the spot I spent most of my time sunbathing and swimming with friends. I had a new bikini for my 14th birthday and was proud to be showing it off. A soft pink pastel colour and tied up with strings on the sides. As a teenager I had a very sexy body and as soon as my boobs began growing I gained a lot of attention from the boys and any men passing by for that matter. I suppose at that age I was skinny, tanned and had nice curvaceous butt and perky tits. My girlfriend Anna and me were soaking up some sun, it was a Saturday when a cute man approached. At first he just asked for the time but we obviously were friendly enough for him to sit with us and talk for a while. His name was Aaron and soon we found out he was a professional photographer for a magazine I can’t remember the name of. He was really friendly and in no time he was saying how cute we were and we should contact him about doing some photography. Anna was not so keen but I really liked the idea of being a model. He gave Anna a business card and left when we decided to pack up and get some lunch. Anna was my best friend and we spent the rest of the afternoon at her place. Although we didn’t agree on everything including whether it was a good idea to be a model for the strange but cute older guy we met on the beach. She seemed to think it was a bad idea and threw his card out but when Anna wasn’t looking I pulled it out of her bin. I didn’t call the mobile phone number on the card all week and was not sure whether to do it until I built up the courage on the following Friday. I had spent the day at school, we had physical education most of the day, which I loved and I was all worn out. On my way home I decided to call the number and Aaron answered sooner than I expected. Not sure what exactly to say I blurted out I was Carol the brunette girl from the beach that day. He was eager to get my call and persuaded me to come around that afternoon. I had no time to go home and make it to the address a few blocks away so I just went straight from school in my uniform. I was nervous to have decided so abruptly to meet Aaron and began to doubt whether I was up for it. I knew I had a great body but to model in front of a camera was scary. My boobs had only started growing lately and I was in many ways still a girl and not fully developed and whilst I liked attention this would be more full on. Anyway I turned up at the studio, from the outside it looked very run down almost abandoned. I took a deep breath to knock on the door adjusting my blouse and my little boobs as I did so. Aaron appeared at the door with a smile to die for. I almost gushed at him and quickly went inside. It wasn’t much better inside, it was big warehouse but with only a few props and equipment set against a far wall where the light streamed in. I began to wonder if the place was abandoned but Aaron was very polite and reassuring. We sat and discussed what would happen. It turned out I could pose for some shots that day but I only had one change of clothes and my swimsuit as it was unexpected meeting for the both of us. I agreed to settle for some poses in my own outfit, a tight stretch top and black skirt. Aaron pulled the clothes out of my bag and showed me to a shabby piece of cotton placed up as a curtain to change behind. It was really not what I expected but I figured that I had to start somewhere. After a few poses in my skirt he asked why I had a one-piece swimsuit in my bag when I was wearing a bikini at the beach. ‘Oh that thing is my school swimsuit. We have to wear it’ ‘That’s okay, it is a nice colour green, I bet it suits you, you have such beautiful eyes’ I immediately blushed and admitted I looked good in the suit and it matched my green eyes. ‘We should get you into that’ “What for pictures’ I replied anxiously ‘Yes of course’ Aaron asserted ‘Um well I guess that would be okay’ I felt kind of weird putting my old school swimmers on for a model shoot but I didn’t have much else so I relented. Aaron loved me in that thing and gave my heaps of praise and took many more photos than before. I began to get into the swing of it and even put on some seductive expressions for fun. Aaron was good at directing my positions and some were a bit embarrassing. ‘That’s awesome Carol, now lay back more and part your legs a bit more’ I lay there with my head propped in my arm and my hips arched toward the camera. Aaron clicked away like crazy and every so often asked me to change into a new position, still flicking away as I shifted. I loved the interest I got from this guy and it was making me feel really sexy and alive, I loved every minute of that shoot. Afterwards, he picked up my panties I had changed out of. ‘Next time I will have clothes ready for you to wear and you can choose which ones to wear but I will need you to bring some of your own. Do you have any more underwear like these?’ They were my daggy panties that I had for years and looked very girly and not at all sexy ‘Yeah should I bring them?’ ‘Bring whatever you have and we will decide then’ I was surprised but it stood to reason that a model would have photos in all sorts of stuff. Our next meeting was scheduled for the very next Sunday. I still hadn’t told Anna about my adventure and certainly did not tell my parents that I would be travelling with my new friend Aaron in his car to the beach on Sunday for another session. I felt totally sexy getting snapped and at times I was getting horny and doted to the lens all mesmerised and erotic. I met Aaron early on Sunday at the studio, I had spent my Saturday with Anna doing each other’s nails, hair, we sweat it out in Anna’s sauna and lay by her pool afterwards. I adore Anna’s house and spend every other minute there. Instead of the local beach Aaron explained it would better to visit Hastings beach that was much further away but would be uninterrupted and perfect for modelling. There were plenty of clothes in a big bag that Aaron thought might be my size. Finally we reached our destination and I was keen to open up the bag and choose what to wear. It was a fine and sunny day and the beach was gorgeous and was definitely an ideal backdrop as Aaron had recommended. I opened the bag and started piling the clothes onto car hood. They were mainly bikinis, bright colours, sexy patterns, sheer material and mostly very, very skimpy. I tried not to freak ‘Are you sure these will be okay on me?’ I pictured myself in them and felt really hot but also embarrassed about how much skin would be revealed. ‘Just put em on and I’m sure you’ll look great’ We set up in the dunes a few hundred metres up the beach. At this point I realised there would be no change room and that I would have to take all my clothes off to put the bikinis on and all in front of this man I hardly knew. He was very persistent and said I would just have to change there and he would try not to look. But I couldn’t tell if we was and there were so many to change in and out of. I was proud of my body, I play lots of sport that tone my muscles. I have long brown hair and a nice tan but totally nude he would be bound to notice how little my nipples were, which made my tits look miniscule and the most worrying of all the sparse pubic hair around my vagina. It hardly grew and is barely even visible. I became nervous and hid myself as I changed. As we eased into the shoot I eventually gained confidence and felt increasingly sexy in the overtly erotic outfits that adorned me. Aaron had no shirt on during the shoot, seeing his manly chest again made me so hot. By the sixth change I decided not to hide myself instead initiating conversation to sanction him full view of my pert bod. And that got his attention, I could see him trying not to stare at my pussy lips which had somewhat swollen from the excitement. As I pulled up the next pair of briefs it clearly hugged my vagina, my lips parted delicately against the soft blue fabric, defining the pussy mound deficient in pubic hair and now observably aroused. I slipped off my bikini top being certain to pronounce my chest and demonstrate the fullness of my breasts. In my peripheral vision I cited both the stiffening of my tiny nipples and Aaron’s lustful gape. He looked to be struck by a jolt and paused before speaking. ‘You are more gorgeous than I imagined’ he confessed. ‘Hey no looking’ I replied cheekily The next shoot became more and more explicit. I pandered to the lens of Aaron’s camera, raw lust emerging from my body. Aaron took the initiative of adjusting my outfit to gain closer encounters and bare more of my skin to the camera. His touch made me gush and I truly craved to have him. I now for the first time hungered for a man’s cock and Aaron was the sole candidate. Of course I was much younger but more than willing to forego myself with naïve curiosity for his manhood. Aaron was a professional however, or so I thought, and I dismissed my impulses as fantasy. Although at times he was very forthcoming in telling me how great my arse looked in a G-string or how breathtaking my tits looked without a bikini. The trip home was tiring and a large break in conversation led to my thoughts of how Aaron’s cock would look and what I’d like to do with it. I closed my eyes and fantasised drifting into a half sleep. I reclined the seat and wriggled my bum down in the seat to get more comfortable, my skirt brushing up my legs in the process. I hoped Aaron would notice and continued in my daydream. A few minutes passed and an erotic feeling began up the inside of my leg. At first I thought it was part of the dream but I quickly realised it was his touch. Aaron though I was asleep, I guess because my breathing was accentuated. Little did he know I was awake and anticipating his every touch. I pretended to shuffle again and he quickly pulled his hand away. This time my legs were spread open and eager for his exploring hand. He went further up my leg and brushed the inside of my panties. I had to concentrate so I didn’t quiver or moan as he arrived at my pussy. It was a little damp from the fantasising; he went straight for my clit and pressed firmly stroking down my snatch. It wasn’t enough, I felt a pull at my panties and Aaron’s hand entered to thrust upon my bud excited by his forceful stimulation. At the same time I imagined that his cock must have been bursting to be freed but I lay acting oblivious and enjoying the heightening of my pleasure. As we approached the studio I awoke regained my composure and tried not to look weary anything happened but I think he sensed I was pretending. We returned to the studio and he offered for me to come back to his apartment and see some of the shots. I reluctantly agreed. His apartment was comfortable and nicely furnished. Aaron offered ‘Why don’t you take a shower, there is a fresh towel in the cupboard’ I smiled and left for the bathroom without comment. It would seem not many seconds before the room steamed up and the door opened. I peered at the foggy glass to see a figure approaching. It was Aaron ‘Can I join you?’ I opened the door and took view of his completely stark naked body. His cock was massive and hard. I couldn’t believe its girth and whether it would fit in me. I took his took hand as he stepped in and took both of my breasts in hand. Embracing me against the wall he kissed me like a maniac and ran his hands all over my tight body. His cock firmly poking at my belly. The warmth of the water over our bodies made the encounter even hotter and I broke my lips from his kiss ‘Fuck me’ He picked me up by the legs and thrust me into his hand leaning against the wall. He was very strong and held my arse as I stretched my legs up his arms. I had never been fucked by older man, let alone against a wall legs agape. ‘You are so sexy Carol’ As he parted my labia and drove his shaft up me he groaned ‘You’ve been waiting for this haven’t you’? He began to penetrate, slowly at first My snatch was full with his hardened member and it did not fit all the way in, it hurt blissfully as he rocked against me. The wall offering no cushioning to his every impact. ‘ah ah ahhh ah ahhh ah ahhh..’ My tender pussy stretched wide, I took his manhood and echoed my pleasure around the steamy walls. ‘You didn’t think you could take a big cock huh!?’ ‘Ah mm ah mm no ah ah’ I panted frantically ‘I want to suck you’ ‘Can you suck cock’? ‘I want to taste it’ I demanded Aaron smiled and ejected his cock from my pulsing snatch. ‘I 'd like to taste that little snatch of yours too’ We dried hastily and he led me to his bed. I loved having such an experienced man fuck me, he was so good at it and he lay on the bed and invited me to climb onto his hard twitching cock. I moved up to his feet ‘Not like that’, ‘so I can eat your pussy too’ he smirked I climbed over his belly and rest my sweet vagina ever his face and confronted the meal in front of me. Aaron was a good cunt licker and I knew he was good to get me to orgasm which I had only ever done with my own fingers. I had trouble taking much of his cock in my mouth without gagging so I teased his head with my tongue. He focused on my clit until I succumbed to his intense pleasuring. As I came I convulsed and he turned me over quickly to finish me off by pounding me with his cock hard. I was completely shattered and took my final gasps to his rhythmic heaving. He was about to come himself, he ejected his cock taking it in the grip of his hands and shuffling closer up to me to cum. The first shot reached my chin whilst the ensuing spurts covered my tits and belly. Aaron groaned his last ejaculation and leant over my face prompting me to lick him off. It was too inviting to pass up. I continued to be his little fuck friend and continued posing for him on a few occasions. It was our little secret. |
She hadn't seen him since graduation. They had started dating in December, but it had been long distance the entire time. She flew down to see him from Michigan. The Texas heat was already getting to her when she stepped off the plane. She walked into the lobby and looked around for him. She didn't see him, so she headed out to the front. She caught a glimpse of a cowboy hat, but thought, "You're in Texas, it could be anybody." But, it was him. He looked up and smiled. She dropped her bag and ran to him. "Baby, I've missed you so much!" "I missed you too!" he said picking her up off her feet. He put her down, took her face in his hands, and kissed her with all he had. She pulled away and said, "We better get going." "Yeah," he said, "the trucks right out front." He grabbed her bag, wrapped his arm around her waist, and headed for the door. They got in the truck and headed to his house. They got there and he grabbed her bag and lead her into the house. "This is our place, baby," he said motioning with his arm. "I love it!" she said, curling into his arms. "Hey, I'm really tired, do you think I could take a cat nap?" "Yeah, come on," he said, taking her hand and leading her to another part of the house. "Wow, this is beautiful," she said looking around as they walked. "I'm glad you like it baby," he said opening the door to the bedroom. "Ooooh, a big bed," she said crawling on it. "Yeah," he said snuggling up next to her. "Lemme get comfy." She hopped off the bed, undid her pants and slipped them off, reveling the sliver of a thong that she was wearing. "Mmmm, sexy," he said crawling to the side of the bed she was standing at. "Ya think so?" she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. He kissed her lips, softly at first, then more demanding. He reached his hands down below her butt, picked her up, laid her on the bed, and laid on top of her. His hands ran up her shirt and up and down her back. "Oh baby," he said, lifting up a little to pull her shirt off. She reached up, and pulled his shirt up over his head and unbuttoned his jeans. He reached down and started kissing her again. She slowly moved the zipper down on his pants, making him wait. When it was finally down, she made him lay down on the bed, and she pulled them off. His now hard cock was straining against his boxers, begging to be let loose. She straddled him, and started grinding on his cock. He moaned and pulled her down and kissed her. As he kissed her, he undid her bra. Her breasts, fully exposed, right in his face. He caressed them with his hands and pinched her nipples. She moaned against his lips and he seemed to loose control. He flipped so she was underneath him and started kissing a path down her. When he got to her breasts he sucked on one nipple while massaging the other. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him. His teeth grazed her nipple and her hips bucked. He looked up at her smiling. “That feel good?” “Yes,” she said, panting. He kissed down her stomach, stopping and admiring her belly button ring. He sat up on his knees, hooked his fingers in her thong and pulled them off in one movement. He laid down with his face next to her pussy. He could see that she was wet, and he started blowing on her. “Mmmmm,” she said, her hips moving towards his face. He lowered his lips to her pussy and slowly licked her. She almost screamed. He slowly circled her clit with his tongue and sliding a finger in her. Within seconds, she was cumming. He licked up as much of her cum as he could, but she had squirted all over the bed. Her body was still convulsing as he watched her come down from her high. “Oh my god, that was so amazing,” she said letting her legs go slack. “I'm glad that you liked it,” he said kissing a trail back up to her lips. She moved her hand down his chest and gripped his cock in her hand. “God, you're huge.” “All for you, baby,” he said, rubbing it against her hand. She pushed him and made him lay on the bed. She grabbed the waist band of his boxers and started pulling them down. He lifted his butt up so that she could get them off. Her eyes got big as it stood straight up. It had to be over 7 inches. She leaned up and kissed him on the lips, kissed a path to his ear and sucked on it a little, down to his neck, down his chest, all the way down to his standing hard on. She licked the tip of his cock and heard him moan. He had his eyes closed and was gripping the sheets already. She wrapped her lips around it and started bobbing her head up and down. He moaned louder as she took more and more in her mouth. “God, baby, you better stop or I'm gonna cum,” he said grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him. He immediately started kissing her and rolling on top of her. She could feel his cock laying on her pussy and it made her even hotter. She reached down and positioned him right at her opening. “Are you sure your ready for this baby?” he said looking at her. “Yes.” With that, he started putting the head in. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, and moving her hips so that she was moving too. “Oh god,” he said. She squeezed him with her legs and pushed her hips up, burying him in her all the way to his ball. She cried out with pain and pleasure mixed together. “Did I hurt you?” he asked. “No, oh god, no. God, you feel so good,” she said as she started moving her hips. “Mmmmm,” he said, pulling out almost all the way and slamming back in. “Ahhhh, oh god, do it again!” she cried out. He, again, pulled out and slammed back in. She started cumming again. The walls of her pussy gripped his cock even tighter. “Oh god, I'm gonna cum,” he said, trying to pull out. “No, cum inside me,” she said, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down to kiss her. “Are you sure?” “Yes, cum inside me baby. Fill me with your hot cum.” She started milking his cock with her pussy. “Oh yes, yes. Keep doing that,” he said. “I'm cumming.” He planted his lips on her, and started fucking her as hard as he could. “Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna cum again,” she said turning her face. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” She started spasaming underneath him and milked all of the cum out of his cock. Once they were done, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled to the side. And they fell asleep with their arms wrapped around each other and his cock in her dripping pussy. |
Woman around 27 years old. Married childless after 6 years of marriage. She and her husband were trying their best for a child with their full force But still she has not been able to become a mother . Then she tried with her old boy friend and then with Mr Vijay Kumar to have a child but all her efforts were fruitless as ever. In her quest to have her own child she visits a ashram to take a special treatment. She was given Diksha and named Maya after Diksha. In Part 21 you Read Master-ji and Ramlal both exclaimed with positive reactions at her hip movement and she had to tell them that she used to take dance lessons. Maya turned her head for a second and saw Ramlal was in close proximity now, and his eyes were glued to her swinging ass. She was feeling very, very hot now doing all this. She I continued with her movements of hips and heard deep breathing of Ramlal at her back, as there was hardly any other sound in the room. She her self was getting horny now and was feeling the tightness in her bra, as the very idea of her self moving her ass like a dancer to get a male masturbate! After some moments May heard nothing and felt restless and turned towards Master-ji and Ramlal. She realized that her pussy had started flowing fluids due to the heat generated in mer from this abnormal, but erotic situation. She simply blushed seeing Ramlal's erect dick looking like a protruding rod within his underwear and he was constantly stroking it with both his hands. It was looking certainly very tempting to her , and for that matter, to any matured woman this is a very welcome sight. Ramlal was slightly taken by surprise by her turning to him and he stammered. Ramlal: Its err... not done yet Madam. ---- Now Further Maya was getting thrill now from the situation and she felt like being naughty. She wondered how this was happening within her she was such a simple homely housewife, so conservative in dressing and approach, so shy about exhibitionism, so sensitive to male touching and groping; little did she know that the medication was also guiding her senses now. Looking directly to Ramlal's eyes for the first time probably, she smiled. Maya: How long will it take Ramlal? Master-ji: Madam, I think he needs a little more assistance from you. Maya: Tell me that Master-ji, I am not an astrologer, I cannot read his mind. Maya could not take her eyes off Ramlal's erect dick. She was feeling really hot now seeing that 'ready rod', and she was breathing heavily, her 27 -year-old youthful body getting taut for that dick. Master-ji: Madam, you just continue your semi dancing posture, and please allow Ramlal to touch you on your... Master-ji deliberately left the sentence incomplete to see her reaction, he was an experienced man and readily saw that she had little objection, as by now she was in full womanly 'heat'. Master-ji: Madam, I promise he will not touch you anywhere else. I think this will readily get his fluids out of him. In normal circumstances, any woman would have given a tight slap if a male wants to touch her on her ass, though it's not that unknown males have never touched Maya there. In the crowded trains or buses,she had no doubt felt their hands of males over her sari or salwar on her firm globes, both upper and lower, but it cannot be compared to that day's incident. Maya already felt like being touched . She even felt like removing her blouse and bra completely because of the heat in the room and also within her body. It not only made her bra wet with sweat, but also her heaving flesh was trying to as if break the shackles of her undergarment. She readily agreed to the proposal, but obviously tried not to show that. Maya: Okay Master-ji, as you say, but please do it fast. Maya turned to the wall again and started to swing her hips like a dancer holding the wall in front of her . This time she was more eager to do this action and swung her hips more in a circular fashion. She must be looking awfully vulgar being a 27-year-old woman with a matured figure doing this hip movement wearing a blouse and petticoat and hence naturally Ramlal was also up to the task in a flash and she felt his grip on her right ass check almost instantaneously. Ramlal: What a fine ass you have Madam. It's so smooth and firm. Master-ji: When it looks so good, must be good in taste also. Maya heard Master-ji and Ramlal's chuckles. Ramlal was pinching hard on her macro-sized bottoms each time she swung her hips to the right and to the left. His pinches fell on her ass cheeks, just covered by the thin petticoat, as her panty had already bunched up to her ass crack and I was quite sure Ramlal could feel that with his fingers and readily identified that only the thin layer of cloth was separating his fingers from touching a 25+ lady's naked ass cheeks. Master-ji: Madam, you are looking too sexy from the back. Ramlal, you are so lucky. Ramlal: Master-ji, you do not see these things at this age and better keep an eye on the snakes. They all laughed at his comment . Maya was laughing shamelessly and stirring her round bottom and getting pinched there at random by that scoundrel. She thought if someone pulls up her petticoat to her waist, her ass cheeks would surely look red by this vigorous pinching. Her pussy was all wet by now and had a heavy flowing. She felt Ramlal’s both hands on her buttocks. She realized that Ramlal had taken both his hands off his dick and was stroking her ass now. He cupped her each ass cheek in each palm and was squeezing those like an air horn, as she swung her ass with more force now due to his rough fondling. Master-ji: Ramlal, be quick, the snakes are advancing! There was an alert from Master-ji. Maya do not know whether Ramlal at all heard it, as he was so much engrossed in crushing her ass with his both hands. Maya was writhing in ecstasy due to this male fondling on her very sensitive organs, the ass and was muttering in sexual pain and ecstasy she just then felt Ramlal had taken his palms off her ass as he must have heard Master-ji's alert. No way. Ramlal was now demanding more! Till such time he was touching and squeezing me and now without even taking permission, he started pulling her petticoat up from her back exposing her fair legs. Maya: Ramlal What are you doing? . Stop. Stop. Master-ji! Stop him Though Maya was enjoying every bit of his touching over her clothes, but now she was suddenly afraid of getting molested by this ruffian. Before she could offer a substantial resistance, he took the advantage of being at her back and lifted her petticoat almost to her thighs and grabbed her thighs with his rough hands. His fingers were touching the naked skin of her midthigh almost and he buried his face on her round ass. It was a very sensuous position for her . A male grabbing her from behind, pulling her dress above her knees, touching her on her firm thighs, and at the same time rubbing his face on her ass ! Master-ji did not interrupt and she had to be in this compromising position for some significant time meekly struggling. Lastly Maya cried out when that rascal bit her on her firm ass cheek over her petticoat and started poking his thick nose into her ass crack. Her panty was already bunched up there and now he was thrusting his nose hard there and honestly that was a terrific feeling. Simultaneously his hands embraced her naked thighs under her petticoat. Maya: Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! Maya could not take that any more and started cumming heavily. Her whole body was writhing in sexual delight and the pad inside her panty was fully wet now. Her resistance was getting weaker and Ramlal seeing the opportunity without any delay crawled his fingers over her silky thighs and went up and up to touch her most private organ. Though she was adequately covered by her petticoat on her hips and in the front too, Ramlal's hands made her feel naked . Maya had sexual pleasures including Anal sex with her husband no doubt, but this was entirely different, a new sexual feeling as if due the abnormal situation buildup and the people. Ramlal also in no time had his fluids coming out of his dick and this time Maya could see his Dick also as he poured that hot white fluid into a bowl. She could hear her heart beat seeing that black rod oozing the white fluid. Oh! What a site! All women love that, but not to go in waste like this, but to be in their honey pots. She now tried to do mind control as Guru-ji advised me in the morning. She already had her first orgasm out of the total four she needed in two days as per Guru-ji. She quickly adjusted her clothing, though there was not much left to do. Ramlal stood there half naked with his dick hanging like a banana again as his erection was gone due to the discharge. Her condition was also like Ramlal's penis, fully exhausted. Master-ji now took the bowl from Ramlal and kept a safe distance and offered his semen to the snakes and to her utter disbelief the snakes smelled the same, they lifted their heads from the bowl and thankfully turned back and left the room quietly. We all were so relieved and the whole episode ended there. Not much happened after that, except for Master-ji did gave her a better fitting blouse tallying the measurements noted in the notebook and Maya wore that in front of these two males taking her present blouse off and giving them a clear view of her fair, smooth back and midriff, the only cover being her bra strap, and then she wore her sari, and before she left... Master-ji: Okay Madam, all's well that ends well. We are saved from the snakes. Thanks for your cooperation. But do let me know if you feel a problem with this new blouse. I will send a couple more through Uday. Maya: Thanks Master-ji. Master-ji: And Madam, when you get time from ashram in the afternoon, you can come down here and I can solve the problem with your panty also. Continued… --------------------------------------------------- This story is not meant to offend or an attack on Muslims or Hindus or any of their Gurus or ways. it is my way of putting a twist for fun and enjoyment. |
I'm a straight man, but I did have an encounter with a gay young man. I was 49 years old and had always lifted weights. One day, I was working out in my garage with the garage door open. I had on shorts and but no tank top. It was hot and I'd didn't have an air-conditioned garage. Between exercises, I noticed a young man walking by my house and staring at me. Being neighborly, I waved at him. He waved back. A few minutes later, he walked up my driveway and said "hi" and I said "hi" also. He was a skinny young man of about 21 – 25 years old, recent college, blond hair and about 5 foot-8 inches tall. He said that he admired my muscular physique and wanted to lift weights. He lived in the neighborhood and wanted to know if I would teach him how to lift weights to put on muscle. I said I would. We agreed to have him come to my garage gym 3 times per week until he felt comfortable lifting weights on his own. He came over as we agreed and seemed really interested in learning about how to lift. He was a very good-looking young man and really likeable. During my training lessons, I would work out with the weights as he was also lifting. I noticed that during his rest between sets that he was staring at me a lot. It didn’t bother me and I was complimented by his attention. After about 3 weeks, during one of our training sessions, he said “Hey, let’s train naked!” and started taking off his shorts and tank top. I was stunned at first, but then I got curious about where this was all going. I closed the garage door and took off my shorts and tank top. I looked over at him and noticed that he had a huge erection and his beautiful cock was at least 7-8” long with a thick “mushroom” head. I have always been attracted to porn photos of huge cocks, especially on young, skinny twinks with big cocks. Then, he walked over to me and started fondling my cock and balls. I was surprised that I was actually getting hard too. Then he said “I’d love to suck your cock and make you cum”. I loved it when women would suck my cock and decided to find out what it would be like to be sucked off by a guy. Strangely, I was getting really turned on by this skinny “twink” with a huge cock. I became fascinated by his offer and said “yes”. I hadn’t jerked off lately and hadn’t had sex with woman for several weeks. So, I was super horny and very curious. Then, he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. He started with short strokes on the end of my cock. As my cock got harder and harder, he stroked more and more of my cock until he was “deep-throating” me. By this time, my cock was throbbing hard and felt like it was going to explode. As he continued with this long, deep strokes on my cock, I felt that pleasurable ache in my groin signaling that I was going to cum soon. Then, he started giving me faster deep strokes and sucking on my cock more on each stroke. Now, my primal urge to cum became overpowering. At that point, I shot a huge load of creamy cum deep into his throat…then another load...then again…and again…and again. It was the most intense orgasm that I’ve ever experienced. I was cumming so much that my cum was dripping from his lips, down his chin and onto my balls. This experience made his cock super hard and erect. I became attracted to his huge cock and I had an insatiable desire to suck his cock too. I wondered what it would be like to have his “swollen mushroom head” inside my mouth. I now had a powerful, primal urge to have his hard cock in my mouth and taste his warm creamy cum. I couldn’t resist his beautiful hard cock…I had to have it… We both rested for a about 15-20 minutes and then he started stroking my cock. Surprisingly, my cock started to get hard. Then I grabbed his cock and started stroking it too. Then he suggested that we go to my bedroom and do a “69”. I thought “holy shit…a 69!..yes…yes” I enthusiastically said “YES” and we went to my bedroom. We assumed the “69” position with him on top. He started stroking my cock faster and my cock responded by getting rock hard. His cock was rock hard too. I took his swollen cock head in my mouth and swirled by tongue around his huge “mushroom head”. He groaned and yelled “OH Fuck Yes!!!...keep doing that…don’t stop!!!” Meanwhile, he put my cock deep into his mouth and started sucking and stroking. In a matter of minutes my cock was ready to cum again. I started to move my lips up and down his cock with ever deepening strokes. Both of us were in sync and “deep throating” each the others cock with increasing speed. I was surprised how easily I accepted his huge cock into my mouth and throat. Then, I heard him groan and yell “Oh, it feels soooo fucking good. …Gawd, I’m gonna cum!!!” I could feel his cock shaft pulsating and erupting his cum deep in my mouth. His cock shot about 6-7 huge cum shots down my throat. That turned me on and I could feel a huge load of cum blasting out of my cock and down his throat. I groaned during my first powerful cum shot. Meanwhile, I swallowed as much of his cum as I could. Some of it oozed out of my lips as he kept stroking faster on each ejaculation. We both laid on the bed to catch our breath. After a few minutes, he said “I really enjoyed that. Can we get together regularly and do this again?” I said “Yes…but why do you want to have gay sex with an older man…I’m old enough to be your father”. Then he said “Well, that’s the point…you remind me of my father, who died when I was 19. As a teenager, on a regular basis, my father would suck my cock and I’d suck his. In fact, your cock is the same size as my fathers. I love to suck cocks and have my cock sucked too…so how about it? Can we get together every so often?” I said “yes” and we continued our gay sex encounters until he moved out of the neighborhood and city a year later. It was an unforgettable experience. I still yearn for his big throbbing cock and huge cum loads. |
Southern Depravity Synopsis: A middle-class white Southern family is blackmailed and threatened with death. The wife and teen daughter are forced to pay off a debt by doing debauched sex jobs. Chapter 1 Sandra was putting her pot-roast on the table that she had just removed from her oven. It was a Wednesday evening in February, so it was already dark outside in their suburban Atlanta neighborhood. The abundant smell of the roast, beans, peas, rolls, and apple pie should have been enough to bring her family to the table, but she called anyway. "Jeff, Kendra, supper's ready! Y'all come on to the table and eat now before it gets cold!" announced the young, 38-year old mother was slender and fit from going to the gym three days a week. The boys in the neighborhood and at her daughter's high school called her a MILF. But the little bit of make-up she did use simply enhanced her attractiveness. Jeff meandered to the kitchen table from his easy chair in the living room. He had gotten home from his C.P.A. position in downtown Atlanta an hour ago and had almost dozed off to sleep in his recliner. He still had his polo shirt and Khakis on that he wore to work today. The blazer he wore was, already hung up. "Baby, this sure smells good! I'm really hungry tonight," Jeff said as he gently smacked his wife of 20 years on her bottom as he went by to sit in his chair. The family always ate their meal around the table at night, which brought them closer to one another. Sandy made a squeal when her husband gave her bottom a loving smack. "Stop that, Jeff! Kendra Sue! You come on for supper right now and get off your computer!" yelled the loving mother to her teenaged daughter. "I'm comin', mom!" acknowledged their 16-year old who closed up her laptop in her bedroom. She had always been good at minding her parents and doing what they told her to do. She had been raised to know that they always knew what was best for her. Kendra padded to the table in her cotton white shirt and navy skirt that she wore to her private school today. Her bright red hair, pulled back in a ponytail, gently swung behind her as she kissed her daddy's cheek. She had been doing her homework for her 11th grade Geometry class. Kendra excelled in school being an honors student. Once all the family was together, as was their custom, they held hands and said grace over their food. The Jackson's were a typical upper-middle class Southern family that went to their Baptist Sunday School and church every Sunday. Clean-cut and very proper, you would have thought they could be a family from a '50s black and white TV show. Well liked in their neighborhood, they got along great with their neighbors and all who knew them. But this idyllic lifestyle was drastically about to change! As they were now eating, Kendra announced, "Daddy, I got a place on the debate team for the rest of this year," He was so proud of his "little-girl" because not only was she very intelligent, but she was also the spitting image of her mother. Both had great figures and lovely, large boobs because Kendra had developed early. Their facial features and height were practically identical, but Kendra's hair color was a bright red, while her mother's was auburn. "That's great, sweetheart!" replied her father. "That will look good on any scholarship for col..." BOOM!!! A thunderous noise sounded from the front door area as a shotgun went off and it was kicked in. BOOM!!! Another explosion shattered the glass patio door and a large man with a sawed-off shotgun stepped through, followed by another with a similar weapon. By that time, two more large thugs came from the front of the house and burst into the kitchen from two different directions. Both Sandra and Kendra shrieked in deafening screams at the suddenness of the gunshots and sight of the frightening home invaders. Jeff jumped from his dinner chair and started running at one of the thugs but was cold-cocked immediately by the barrel of the shotgun he was wielding. Jeff fell back on the floor in a daze and Kendra and her mother were petrified in their chairs. The four men looked alike. All were big, wore black or dark clothing and jackets, black boots, and a ski cap that covered their faces except for around their eyes and mouths. They all were clearly black men. "What do you want?" screamed Sandra from her seat. "Well, first of all, pretty lady, I want you and your little girl to come over here and stand by me!" replied the spokesman of the group as he pointed his shotgun directly at the females. They were scared to death, but they knew these men meant business. Slowly, Sandra took Kendra's hand and both slowly creeped over to the side of the assailant who had just stepped in from the patio... "That's good, pretty ladies! Hey, boys, these are two fine looking' bitches here, aren't they?" the large intruder asked. "Yeah, they are mighty fine ho's," two of his cohorts answered as they lustfully gazed upon the two quivering females that were holding on to one another. Jeff was still on the kitchen floor, but was getting his wits back about him as he looked up at his family standing by the monster. "Please don't hurt us, mister! You can take whatever you want, and any money we have but please don't hurt us!" Sandra begged with tears in her eyes. The huge man took Sandra's chin softly in his hand to answer. "I'se don't want any of yo' money or stuff, darling. What I'se want is fo' you two bitches to strip! Right now!" he yelled. Sandra quaked with fear along with her beautiful daughter when the terrible words registered in her mind! "Oh, please, sir not that, sir!" the lovely young mother begged, holding her daughter close to her side. "Like I said, sir, you can take anything you want! We've got a new, large flat screen TV here in our family room, take..." BOOM!! A thunderous, fiery explosion came from the end of the Negro man's shotgun as he pointed at the TV and blasted it into tiny pieces that went everywhere in the room. Sandra and Kendra both loudly screamed again in response to the deafening noise of the blast. "I'se said I don't want none of yo; damn stuff, lady! Didn't you hear me? I sez I want you two bitches to strip! Right now!" yelled the ringleader as he pointed his shotgun directly at the 16-year old girl. One of his accomplices in the kitchen cocked his pump shotgun and held it directly at her husband's head. Fearing that they would die in a few moments, slowly, the two females began to unbutton their blouses, sobbing the whole time. As they both slowly reached for their skirt waists to undo those garments, he shouted, "Hurry up! I'se ain't got all night, lady! Or I'll be happy to cut them off fo' you!" he said with a grin as he pulled out a huge hunting knife and held it close to the mother's stomach. Sandra and Kendra immediately started unbuttoning and unzipping and dropping their clothes rapidly. When they were both down to only panties and bras, they stopped while holding their arms across their chests in shame. "All of it! Strip! Socks and shoes too! Get naked!" demanded the tall, ebony man. Both trembling mother and daughter pulled their bra straps down and unsnapped the back clasps. Both fell to the floor at their feet. The leader smiled when he saw that both sets of tits were natural, firm, and large on their chests. Then each slid their panties over their hips where they fell at their feet and stepped out of the spent underwear. Kendra pulled off her house shoes and warm socks, while Sandra just stepped out of her flats. Now both mother and daughter were completely nude, shaking with fright and from the cold, winter wind entering the door that had been blown out. Both were sobbing almost uncontrollably. Again, they vainly tried to cover their female parts, with a hand and arm across the breasts, and a hand over each crotch. "Stand up straight you ho's and put your arms down so I cans get a good look at ya'!" gruffly commanded the black intruder. Again, trembling and sobbing their eyes out, both complied with the demands. Both watched the huge knife closely and knew It was either do as he said or be killed! "Good, good! Now let me get at you's white asses and pussies and see what's we got here!" Lowering his weapon, but keeping it slung with a strap over his shoulder, he ordered both to turn around, bend over, and hold their ass cheeks apart. Slowly the sobbing mother and daughter turned and obeyed their command in disgrace. "Wider bitches!" came the yell that made them peel back their butt cracks for them all to see. The monster examined their ass cracks and stuck his index finger in each woman's crinkled hole. Each moaned in mortification with the way they were treated. Jeff could only look on from the kitchen floor or die. The large Negro then ordered them to stand and turn around to face him, stand with their legs apart, and holding their hands behind their heads. This had the effect of each jutting out her breasts in a lewd manner. He rubbed all over their front sides, squeezed each of their titties roughly and pulled the now erect nipples with his dirty, black hand. "Mmmm, nice Georgia peaches!! Just as sweet I bet!" he taunted the Jackson women. They both silently wished they could die right there. Then he unashamedly bent down and pulled apart the mother's and daughter's labia’s for close inspection. The disgraced women just stood there sobbing, afraid to say anything or move any muscle for fear of death. The big guy pushed two fingers deep up Sandra's twat, and she gasped at the violation, but kept her composure. When Kendra's treasure gem was inspected and saw the hymen intact, the invader let out a yell. "Ooooo weee! Boys, we got's us a genuine virgin here!" The other three made lewd comments about popping her cherry and being her first lover. "Hold on, boys! The boss man will pay us top dollar for this one who still gots her cherry. You leave her alone, unless you wants to suck on them nice sized titties of hers," came the vulgar evaluation of the teenager, who was almost a woman. Her breasts were already the size of a full-grown woman's. The large monster walked back to look Sandra in the face, smiled and said, "We's goin' to have us a good time with this ho' tonight!" "Yeah!" "Sho' 'nuff!" came the replies from the rest of the home invaders. With his shotgun still slung over his shoulder, the leader grabbed Sandra roughly by the arm and drug and pushed the mother to the backside of the couch, which was part of the family room. "Ow! Quit, you're hurting me, you nigger!" came the un-thought out response from the proper Southern lady. She was turned back around and a massive hand came crashing across her head and face, almost knocking the woman unconscious. "Don't be callin' us no names, bitch! Because tonight, you's goin' to be our fuckin', white-trash nigger and sex toy!" yelled the brute in her face. With that the giant pushed the beautiful MILF face first over the back of the couch, held her firmly down with his left hand while he unzipped his pants with his right. Before Sandra knew it, a massive slab of meat was probing at her love jewel, and then the sudden stabbing pain of the rape beginning. After jabbing the massive cock all the way in her cunt, he started fucking her hard and long as he just hummed, "Mmmmmm Mmmmmm!" "Awwww, my gawwwd! Please no, please it's too big, please pull it out! You're tearing me apart you nigger!" screamed the helpless wife. Her rapist just chuckled at her pitiful cries. "Awwwww gawd! Please, Jeff, please help me! His thing is too big! He's tearing me apart! AAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!!" came more unrelenting cries from the lovely, 38-year old wife. His penis penetrated her cervix and stroked firmly into her uterus. "EEEEEEEEEEhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Help me Jeff, help meeee!" Kendra was bawling her eyes out as she watched her loving mother being violated and viciously raped. It was terrible to see! "Oh, lady. Yo' husband can't help you! Look at him! Heez jus' lyin' over there on the flo' like a piece of dog shit!" came the humiliating taunt to the husband! The husband never felt so helpless and less of a man than he did right now! He was watching his loving wife being raped and he could do nothing to stop it! "Besides, you's kno' that you's love my big cock up in your tight, married pussy!" tormented the big black man... Sandra thought how glad she was that she had her tubes tied last year! This black giant started pumping the huge organ in and out of the tender, white, married pussy. "Oh, man, this is grade A prime, white pussy you got here! Wait until you boys get your dicks in this tight twat! But first I'm going to fill her belly up with plenty of black sperm! Then she'll know she's been really fucked by a man!" bragged the intruder. The giant began to roar like a bear and began shooting rope after rope of baby seed deep into the pretty wife's womb. All this time, Sandra was bent double over the back of the couch, sobbing, and gasping at the sheer size of her rapist. She could feel her insides filling up with the black man's cream as if it were a garden hose... "He must have not cum in months!" Sandra briefly thought. "Hey, number 3! You come over here and do momma up good whiles' I takes yo' spot!" he yelled at one of his companions, using code names as not to divulge any real names. The brutal man zipped his huge sausage back into his pants while still holding Sandra down. There was no fight, however, in the young woman, because she had done surrendered to the fact that she was going to be violated tonight by four, huge niggers! All this time, at least one of the others was kissing Kendra's face and mauling and sucking her big, firm boobs and stiff nipples while the other two stood guard over the husband. The girl was humiliated that her nipples were reacting to the stimulation, as if she were getting off on his big black lips suctioning on them. They would stick up a finger in her anus then rub it under her nose. Other times, they would rub her red, hairy pussy. They continued to call out obscenities to the naked girl that they were going to come back and screw her. Kendra's crying had all but stopped because she just couldn't cry anymore. One by one, each black thug took his turn with the wife. Each time she screamed in pain and humiliation while Jeff lay on the kitchen floor, helpless. Each made their own contribution of sperm into the lovely young wife and mother. When the last man had finished screwing and dumping his own load of baby-making juice into the wife, all backed away with their guns pointed at the family. The ringleader told Jeff, "The boss man tells you that he's gonna be in touch with you, and if yo' don't pay up the money you's owe soon, next time we come back, you will watch as we blast your lovely women's: guts all over the kitchen with our shotguns! What a mess that would be to clean up! "And one more thing white boy. If you call or so much as speak to the police on the street, we will be back to blast away your little girl's insides!" again threatened the ringleader. This, he said, as he pointed the muzzle of his shotgun up into Kendra's tender vagina. The girl started crying again. Just before the leader of the home invaders stepped out through the blasted out patio door, Sandra screamed, "Why? What do you mean? What money?" "Ask yo' husband. He can tell ya'!" was all he said, and then was gone into the blackness of the cold night. Chapter 2 The second that all the intruders had disappeared from the house, Jeff jumped up and told his wife and daughter, "Quick, y'all go grab some clothes, sweats or something, and pack a bag quick and we'll go to a motel for the night! I'll get something to go over this patio door and we'll get out of here! Hurry! Sandra and Kendra ran to their respective bedrooms, pulled on some sweat suits, and threw make-up, hair and tooth brushes into a small carry bag. Shortly, they were back into the family room as Jeff finished duct taping a large piece of plastic over the hole where the patio door had been. All then switched out the lights, left their meal on the table, and run out to the garage, where they jumped into their family car and took off. All Jeff Jackson could think about was getting his family out of harm's way. No family member spoke anything, mostly from shock. It wasn't far to a nice motel on one of the I-285 off-ramps. After a room was quickly secured, all three entered the room and securely locked the door behind them. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, until Sandra demanded what did that guy mean by "ask my husband?" "What has happened? What have you done? What did he mean by 'pay what you owe?’???” Jeff could only sit on the end of one of the beds, and stare at the floor. "Jeff, I know you heard me! What did he mean by that? Tell us!" screamed his wife while his daughter was softly sobbing on the other bed. Finally, Jeff summoned the courage to confess all to his family. Mike had a gambling addiction. Sandra knew he had got caught up with betting when they first got married, but had overcome it. It started about three years ago, innocently enough, with an office pool on NFL football games. Then it included NHL games in the winter months, then pro-baseball in the summer. Since he worked with influential and well-off people in the prestigious accounting office. His taste for winning, or mostly trying to win bets got the best of him quickly. Secretly, he had been taking the family's money from savings, investments, and even Kendra's college fund. He managed to secure a second mortgage on their house without Sandra's knowledge. Finally came the revelation that he had to tell them. In desperation, he had went to a "business man" to help him out." "You mean a loan shark!" snapped Sandra. "Yes, a loan shark, but I missed several payments with large interest on time, and now he has called in his marker and wants full payment immediately." Again, silence filled the room, for several moments until Sandra finally angrily asked, "How much? How much do you owe, Jeff?" his wife demanded. Jeff finally swallowed with a dry mouth, and also swallowed his pride at the same time. "A hundred thousand dollars," was all he said. "What? Did I hear you right, Jeffrey? A hundred-thousand dollars?" screamed the outraged wife. "Yes," replied the dejected and embarrassed father. "And you used and lost most all our money for retirement and Kendra's college money?" "Yes," came the only answer. "Well on TV, they say for the woman not to shower and clean after a rape, but we already know who is responsible for my rape, don't we? You are, you son of a bitch!" again screamed the young wife into the ear of her husband. Then the enraged wife threw back her hand and slapped his face as hard as she could. "Damn you!" and with that, Sandra grabbed her small bag containing her fresh clothes and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Jeff Jackson sat in his spot and his lovely daughter sat on her bed, with her knees up and arms wrapped around her legs, still sobbing softly. With the sound of a full-force shower in the bathroom, both sat in silence for a half an hour. When Sandra came back into the room, she hurled the sweat pants she came in with, along with her panties into a wastebasket. Wet spots covered both garments from the Negro man's cum. Exactly at that moment, Jeff's cell phone rang. The caller ID came from a number he didn't recognize, but still he answered, "Hello." "Is this Mr. Jeffery Jackson?" came a man's voice. "Yes it is," Jeff replied. "Is your family there with you, Mr. Jackson" asked the stranger's voice. "Yes, they are." Jeff said replied with a puzzled look on his face. "Please put me on speaker phone, Mr. Jackson for my message is for all of you." ordered the distinguished sounding stranger. Jeff reached for the button to activate his speakerphone function and placed the phone beside him on the bed. "Okay, we are listening." "Are you there, Sandra?" asked the stranger. With an exasperated look, Sandra answered, "Yes!" "Are you there, Kendra?" came the stranger's voice again. Kendra looked at her parents, who both nodded their heads at her. "Yes, sir. I'm here." Kendra was always polite. "Good! Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Terrance Dubois. I was a business associate of a certain Lefty Manzini. You know who I am referring to, don't you Jeff?" he asked. The name was that of the loan shark that Jeff owed the $100,000 to. Jeff turned pale at the mention of the name. Sandra quickly figured out who Lefty Manzini was. "Yes, I do, uh,...Mr. Dubois," answered her husband. "Well, I'm afraid Mr. Manzini has come into a bit of a bind with the law. There was something about raising bond for a manslaughter charge, you see. So I stepped in to help the man in trouble with his problem, and bought all his markers, including yours Mr. Jackson. Unfortunately, Mr. Manzini will not be back in Atlanta to resume his business associations." Dubois explained. That last comment had a deadly connotation to it, all the Jacksons thought. "So I now hold your loan now, Mr. Jackson, much like mortgage companies buy loans from other mortgage companies. I assure you it is all legal and above board." But somehow, Jeff doubted that statement. "Did you nice people have a very unfortunate meeting with a group of four gentlemen tonight?" asked Dubois with a light-hearted air. "They weren't gentlemen! All four of them raped me, you bas...Mmmmph!" screamed Sandra at the phone, before Jeff could cover her mouth to keep from pissing the man off any more. "Oh, I'm so sorry about that, Mrs. Jackson. Sometimes my associates kind of get carried away with the assignments I give them. I assure you I didn't endorse or tell them to harm you in any way. But I did learn something very interesting about you, Kendra!" Dubois spoke, insinuating that he knew about her virginity! "What do you want, Dubois?" yelled Jeff into his phone. "Oh, I want to help you good folks. I'm in the business of helping people, like Mr. Manzini. I am a decent man and do not wish harm come to anyone. I just want to sit down with you kind folks and discuss a business proposition, in order to help you out of your financial problems. Can we do that?" the unknown man asked. Suspiciously, Jeff asked, "What kind of proposition?" "I suggest we all meet at a very public place tomorrow morning, say 10 o'clock. A place that we all can be comfortable and talk peacefully. I am afraid, Kendra, that you will have to miss a day of school tomorrow, because you are involved as well. Why don't we meet at say...the Denny's restaurant in Norcross at 10 o'clock and I will buy you good folks a nice breakfast. Will you all agree to be there," asked the new devil in Jeff's life. Sandra was seething, thinking that buying them breakfast would make up for the four vicious rapes she suffered last night. But Jeff was able to keep her quiet. "Yes, we'll be there at 10." Jeff confirmed. "But how will we know you?" "Oh, you folks will know me. And I certainly know you. Look forward to our meeting!" then the phone clicked and went silent. "I guess we don't have any choice. Do we?" asked Jeff. "No, I don't guess we do, thanks to you!" Sandra spat at her husband. She stood up turned out the light and crawled in the bed with Kendra who pulled up the covers over her and her mom. Jeff reached over to kiss his little girl good night, but instead, she turned over away from her dad. That really hurt Jeff but figured he deserved it. * * * Thursday morning at 10, a large, black Rolls Royce drove up to the front of the Denny's in Norcross and a large, black man got out and walked through the front door. He wore a fine Italian suit, a white silk shirt, and expensive shoes. There were four, large, gold rings on the four fingers of each hand, each with a huge diamond setting of some kind mounted on each. He had a large diamond stud in his left earlobe, and his head was shaved smooth with a flat, Irish cap that matched his suit. He walked with a gentleman's straight cane that was black but embedded with diamonds on each end. The gaudy dressed man walked straight up to the Jackson family and formally introduced himself as Terrance Dubois. His speech on the phone did not sound like a black man's voice, which indicated he was not a Southern Negro man. "May I sit down with you good folks?" he politely asked then proceeded to scoot into the end of the rounded booth in which they were setting. He sat next to Sandra, and it gave her the creeps. When the waitress came, he told her, "Please, a Grand Slam breakfast for my three friends, but just a cup of coffee for me, please, and give me the ticket, please. Thank you!" The Jackson family wondered what this guy, who looked like a high-roller pimp, wanted from them. "Let me come straight to the point, folks. I hold your marker, Jeff, for $100,000. Now I know you don't want to default on your commitment, which would be very bad for you and your family!" Jeff, Sandra, and Kendra all understood the veiled threat. "I do not wish to disrupt the lives of you good people more than it already has, so this is the deal I propose for your situation. If you could have paid the debt already, I know you would have. So, Jeff, you continue to work at your job at your accounting firm downtown and continue to make the living for you and your nice ladies. Sandra and Kendra, that leaves you two lovely ladies that can then work for me to assist in paying the debt off, and I do pay very well. "Sandra, you do volunteer work at the senior home and that is so admirable. Please continue to do that and going to church choir practice, and your Sunday church services as usual. Kendra, you have your schoolwork, and it is important that you continue to get those good grades to get your college scholarship. So, Sandra and Kendra can help me in certain business ventures on nights and on weekends. And that way, your family life will not need to be disrupted at all. "What do Kendra and I have to do for you?" asked a suspicious Sandra. "I am in the entertainment business. I provide entertainment for various special clients that come to Atlanta, especially for all the many conventions that the city hosts. Also, I own and manage various nightclubs around the city that many fine gentlemen frequent. You can also help out in those clubs, to help pay off the debt your husband owes. Before anytime you will all be back to your normal lives," promised Dubois. "In other words, you want me and Kendra to be hookers and strippers!" came the biting reply of an angry, auburn haired wife. "Oh, I don't refer to my associates by such brash and uncouth titles. They are strictly entertainment specialists," explained the conniving black man. "And if we don't agree to be your hookers and strippers?" again asked Sandra, this time with a tremor in her voice. "Well, my boys that paid you a visit last night, will have to pay a return visit, and I can't guarantee your safety, because they can get out of hand when they've not been paid, and are really pissed! Those shotguns might do serious bodily harm, and I wouldn't want that to happen to you to lovely ladies. Oh, by the way, your home, and Kendra's school are being watched!" "Ok, we will do it!" Sandra answered. "Mom!"..."Sandra!" came the shocked response from the other two. "No, I see no other way right now. Kendra and I will do it,: replied the dejected wife. "When do we start?" "Oh, I need you two ladies immediately! Business is booming here this time of year! And I'm afraid you two ladies will have to obtain much sexier clothes than you presently own. I would give you the money for a new, shall we say 'slutty' wardrobe for each, but that would just increase your debt. I'm afraid you ladies will just have to improvise on your own. You are smart girls and I know you will come up with some suitable wardrobe. The 'sluttier' your wardrobe is, the better, because it speaks to the basic craving of men, which is sex! The conversation lagged a minute as the breakfast meals were delivered to the booth. But right then, the Jackson's didn't feel very hungry. "Okay, I'll do it, too!" Kendra spoke up. "I love you, Daddy, and don't want anything bad to happen to any of us." Sandra and Jeff looked sadly at their 16-year old who just made a very adult decision. "And don't worry about the age limit, Kendra. I have an excellent fellow that specializes in fake ID's," added the large, black man. "Oh, and that reminds me Kendra. I have a proposition for you and you only. I will gladly deduct $20,000 off your family's debt if you will spend all night with me this coming Saturday evening." "No!" shouted both Jeff and Sandra at the same time. It was good that the restaurant was almost empty, but those who were there turned around and looked at the sudden outburst. "That is one-fifth of the debt that will immediately go away! If I do this, we will be that much closer of being rid of this ...person!" Kendra said as she sneered at Dubois. "But honey...!" again spoke the parents. "No!" but this time it was the high school junior in the honor society at her school that yelled.. "It is my decision! I will do it whether you agree or not, Dad and Mom! What time shall I expect you to pick me up Saturday, Mr. Dubois?" "Oh, I like to get an early start when I can, especially with virgins. Sometimes it takes them longer you know!" Dubois smiled as he answered his Saturday night date but sneered at the desperate parents. "Well, if there is nothing else, I have an appointment with the mayor at noon, so I need to be on my way. "I'll call you tomorrow morning. Sandra and give you your and Kendra's appointments for Friday night. That means you will be on your own Saturday, lovely lady! Don't forget your sexy wardrobes. You need to get started today to be ready for tomorrow night! "Good bye now!" and with that the Negro blackmailing loan shark left the restaurant. Mom, Dad, and daughter sat in silence for another minute, still not wanting to eat, then slowly got up from the booth and left, since Dubois had paid the waitress a $100 bill, to include tip and the meals on his way out. The ride back home to the Jackson residence was a silent one. Chapter 3 "Laura?, this is Sandra Jackson! How are y'all doing' darling'" "Hi, Sandra, we're doing good, how are y'all doing'? "Oh, we're doin' good" Sandra said, knowing she was telling a lie. They certainly weren't "doin' good" after the experience of last night. Sandra needed to get to point because she didn't have much time. "Laura, I know you are on the contact committee for our 20th year reunion this year, and I need a favor, if you don't mind?" Sandra asked. "Why shu'ah darlin' what is it you need?" Laura always spoke in her Georgia peach drawl. Sandra took a deep breath and asked, "I need a phone number or address for Connie Nix." After a moment of silence, "Well, what eva' fo'ah?" Laura was always the nosy one. Now Sandra had to lie again, but it was using her church as co-conspirator! "I've joined a prayer group down at the church we go to, and Connie's name has just been pressing' on my heart so much lately. I wanted to try to get in contact with her to try and be a blessing' to her. She's got a daughter' now don't she?" A longer silence followed, and Sandra was afraid she trying to think of a nosier question. "I'm looking' for her here on our contact list...yeah...here she is. She's living' over in that trailer park on the Forsyth Highway...I don't have her trailer number, but I have a phone number." Sandra copied the number down...and hoped she could get off the phone with Laura before she would ask more nosy questions. "Thanks, darlin'. This means a lot to me. Our group meets in 15 minutes so I have to go to be there on time but I needed her contact info...see y'all at the reunion later this year. Bye-bye now!" then Sandra quickly hung up. Sandra hated so much doing that, but she didn't know whom else to turn to. Kendra sat and on the chair by her mother, watching her with sad eyes. Her dad was in the kitchen on his cell trying to get a contractor to fix the patio door and front door that had been blown and kicked in. It was cold in Atlanta this time of year, and all were wrapped up warm clothing. Sandra looked the number a moment, looked at Kendra and sighed before she dialed the number. "Hello," came the answer. Sandra trembled then took a deep breath. "Is this Connie Nix?"...a 5-second silence ticked off. "Well, I'm Connie, but I haven't been a Nix in almost 20 years! Who's this?" the voice asked. "Connie, this is Sandra, uh...Sandra Jean Parker from high school. How y'all doin'?" Connie thought a few seconds. "Yeah, Sandra Jean, I'm fine and how y'all doin?" asked Connie. "We're doin' fine, too." Then getting right to the point, "Connie I have a huge problem that I know you can help me with, and I'd like to come over and see y'all and discuss it. Can me and my daughter come over in a bit?" Sandra held her breath, praying she would say yes. The voice paused a moment, thinking about why it was that this well-to-do former classmate wanted to come see her. "Yeah, sure! Y'all come on over. I don't start my shift at the club until 6 tonight. Come on!" Sandra carefully copied down the location of the trailer park out on the highway and her lot number and promised that they were leaving right then and will be there in about 20 minutes. Since they already had their jackets on in the cold house, they walked through the kitchen and hugged Jeff on the way out. Kendra kissed her daddy on the cheek, but there was no kiss from his wife. On the way to the way to the trailer park, Sandra explained some things to Kendra and had to be very frank to her. "Kendra,.." The daughter always knew that when she started a conversation with her first name, she was serious and meant business. "Connie wasn't one of the girls that was in my closest circle of friends, or not anywhere near. She was known as a "loose" girl. You know what that means?" "Yes, Momma," replied the pretty redhead. "She slept with about every boy in school who would have her. She always wore tight clothes, especially pullover sweaters and short skirts. Blouses were always low-cut and showed lots of cleavage, and I don't know how many times she was sent home because of her lewd clothing. All the boys liked here because she would give up her...her...pussy to anyone. There was a rumor that she passed because she was doing a couple of the married men teachers. Her nickname in school was...was...'Connie the Cunt!' So do you understand something about her? "Yes, Momma," again came the girl's answer. "After school we heard that she left home and went wild, got hooked up with a black soldier, went to Germany with him, and came back four years later. She was basically what we now call "white trash." She's worked in massage parlors, escort services, beer joints, and strip clubs all over the South. I heard she came back here three years ago and is now working at a strip-joint a little out on Forsythe Highway. She is the only one I know who can help us with our 'situation.' Do you understand, Kendra?" asked the pretty mother. "Yes, Momma," again replied the honors student that had to take today and Friday off from school. As Sandra turned into the trailer park, she told her loving daughter, "Don't interrupt and don't ask questions." If you don't understand anything, I'll explain it to you on the way home. And beware, she uses a lot of bad language." "Yes, Momma," finally answered Kendra. Lot 28 was on the back of the mobile home park. The structure was an old singlewide that either needed painting or trashed all together. The door opened to the two pretty ladies on the pine board steps and a woman, with black hair, dry skin, and skinny but with a big set of tits stood there. "Hi, y'all!" smiled the woman the same age as Kendra's mother, but looked older a little older, maybe because there were a few gray hairs in her black coiffeur. "Y'all come on in out of the cold!" She did seem friendly as she cleared her covered couch of several Cosmo magazines and a cat. "Y'all sit down... can I get y'all something to drink?" "Yes, thank you, Connie, whatever you have," replied Sandra. Connie came back with two opened bottles of beer and set them on the coffee table in front of her visitors. "I don't have any Cokes because I'm out. Need to go to the store tomorrow after tonight's shift." Both Sandra and Kendra eyed the two, cold beer bottles but left them on the table. Sandy did say whatever she had. "Connie, I need to get to the point why we're here because we don't have much time. Sandra then began explaining their whole dilemma, with her husband's gambling addiction, borrowing, and spending all their money, and the goons who blasted their way into their house last night, made them strip, and raped her. She explained the meeting with Terrance Dubois this morning, and what he wanted Kendra and her to do, and what would happen if they didn't work for him in all the terrible jobs he was going to make them do. "So, Connie, I'm asking you if you could find it in your heart to help us, kind of show us what to wear and how to get clothes and outfits, what to expect, and basically know how to please his 'clients' as he called them." Then Sandra went silent for her answer. Her mouth was dry after the explanation so she reached over and took a swallow of the beer. Connie, sitting across the small living room, in a thin, short halter-top and thin yoga pants, and bare feet, just looked at her two visitors. The halter-top was so thin, the woman's areolas were easily noticed through the fabric. It was strange a strange outfit for early February, but Kendra thought that it was why the gas heater was turned up and it was hot as blazes in the smelly home. Connie just sat there, took a couple of sips from her own beer, and put out her cigarette in an ashtray beside her. She sat there looking directly at Sandra, then started. "You mean... you, Sandra Parker who were so high falootin', fancy pants, in your cute dresses, social clubs and friends, come to me?" Her voice was slowly getter louder as she scowled at her old classmate. "You and your friends always looked down on me, and snickered about the way I was dressed, and called me "Connie the Cunt! I was the easy girl from the other side of the tracks, and now you are in trouble and you come to me for my help? You miss Homecoming Queen and Prom Queen!" Connie was still scowling. Sandra's eyes welled up with tears that ran down her cheeks. "I...I'm sorry, Connie. I didn't know you felt that way. We'll leave and not bother you" then started to stand. "No, no, girl, sit back down! What I just said needed sayin' and I had to get that off my chest after 20 years," said the woman who had a definite camel-toe showing in her yoga pants. "I'll help you. You're in a tough spot, and I know it took a lot to come here to ask me for help." Sandra smiled, sniffed a little snot back from crying and said, "Oh, thank you, Connie...thank you so much! You don't know how much this will mean to us" profusely thanked her "savior" as it were. Sandra took another drink of her beer, and then Kendra picked her beer up and took two swallows. The young girl had slipped and drank some at a girl friend's party before, but really didn't like the taste of it. But she knew the alcohol would relax her and take the tense edge off. Her mother really didn't notice that her own daughter was drinking an alcoholic beverage. "You said this guy forcing you two to be hookers was named Terrance Dubois?" "Yes," replied Sandra. "A big black man in a fancy car and suit, wearing diamonds everywhere!" "Damn, girl! He's a bad pass from what I hear! Came into town about a year ago and started buying up things and taking over things. If you got to answer to him, y'all are into some deep shit!" Connie said with a sympathetic tone. "And from what you tell me, you see what his goons will do to you, and worse! What is it you need me to help you with? Sandra began to read from a little list she had scribbled out. She knew that Connie had worked for an escort service, and what they should wear. The strip club would be the toughest because she didn't know what to do or what in the world what costumes they should wear. She was told that she and Kendra would work as a team there. "Come on back here to Judy's old room," she directed as she led them down a narrow hallway to a back bedroom. It was filled with junk and cold as outside because it was closed off. Connie opened a closet door and started pulling out clothes. "Judy had big tits and round bottoms like y'all got. She run off with a nigger about six months ago and I don't know if she'll be coming back or not. She's half nigger herself you know," Connie explained like it was nothing. "The nigger soldier I went to Germany with dumped me as soon as he got out of the army, left me with his half-breed, bastard girl." The whole closet was emptied and all three women bunched up the clothing and took it all back to the living room. They sorted through a lot of bras, tops, leggings, hot pants, and bikini bottoms. Connie went to get something to put them in and came back with a pile of Wal-Mart sacks. She started stuffing them full of Judy's old outfits. "They should probably fit both of y'all from what I see of those hot bodies. You both got good looks and great curves. Y'all will do good, believe me. Either one of you will make any man's pecker hard. You just got to get your techniques down." With that Connie bent over and looked in a compartment under the coffee table. Both visitors saw her huge breasts swing freely under the tank top. "Here's a couple of DVD's I got awhile back. They helped me and maybe they will help you too" "A few more tips, girls. If you don't wear a condom, you'll usually make more money in tips. If a man's cock has runny sores on it, or looks inflamed, stay away from it, don't even give 'em a blowjob. You don't want to be catching the clap or syphilis. Not only will it cut down on your work, but you might also not live as long. Another thing, if they want to give it to ya in the ass, let 'em! You can ask for more money up front for it. If you ain't had your ass reamed out before, let your husband do it. Just be sure to use plenty of K-Y first and relax. If your old man won't fuck your ass for ya, stop by the store and buy some cucumbers." That last part Connie spoke and didn't even crack a smile; she was serious. All this talk made both Jackson women squeamish, but wet at the same time. "Don't be kissing your johns. You aren't there for romancing, just fucking! You want to get his cum out of his balls and get out of there. And whatever you do, be sure to get your money up front, first, and count it and put it safely away. Have someone on a cell phone nearby that you can call when you get there. If everything looks right, give a code phrase. If you don't think it's safe, get out of there, make an excuse. Oh, and by the way, if you're on the rag, an ass fuck or a blowjob is a good way to save an appointment and make a customer happy at the same time. Learn to give a good blowjob and take cum in your mouth and swallow it, just like in the porno movies. "Well that's about 20 years of experience I can give you in a short time. But if you want to stay healthy and stay alive, remember what I've told you." Sandra and Kendra sat there and were stone cold frozen at the instructions that the mother's classmate had given them. "Ya'll do fine, believe me. Both of you are fine pieces of ass. Anyway, Sandy, you are a hot looking MILF. "What's a MILF?" Sandra asked, afraid of the answer. "You never heard of a MILF? That's a Mother I'd Like to Fuck and believe me, you are one!" Connie explained. The revelation stunned Sandra, but it made her start to think. With that both Sandra and Kendra finished their beers and both hugged Connie and thanked her for her help. Sandra began to tear up again, this time with gratitude. The Jackson girls started out the door and down the steps. Connie called out, "Now y'all call me and tell me how you're doin', ya' heah? And be careful. I don't want to be goin' to no funerals!" That last statement sent chills down both women's back. As the mother and daughter got to their car, Connie yelled "And one more thing, y'all. When he said convention "clients,"...he wasn't necessarily talking' about all men!" then she closed her door to keep the February cold out. Chapter 4 When Sandra and Kendra got all the sacks out of the trunk, they reeked with cigarette smoke smell. Before they even took them in the house, all the clothing was thrown into the clothes washer and set to a heavy cycle. Jeff was talking to a contractor about replacing the doors, which was giving him an outrageous price because he needed it done quickly. "Jeff, Kendra and I have to go back out to a store and we'll be back in maybe an hour. I've got a load of clothes in the washing machine. When they finish, you've GOT to take them out and put them in the dryer. You he'ah?" "Yeah, sure hon," agreed Jeff. He would do anything for his wife now after what he confessed to her last night. Before they left the house though, both Sandra and Kendra had to strip out of their jeans, tops, and underwear and put on clean clothes. They had to get out of the ones they wore to Connie's for they also reeked with cigarette smoke. Connie had suggested that they go to thrift stores and buy clothes cheaply and modify them, cutting skirts off very short and stuff like that. Also, if they worked as a team, they might find "props" to use. A huge thrift store was close to their house so they went directly there. Sandra had taken home economics and school, and had made a few pieces of clothing, plus her mother and grandmother had showed her how to cut and sew. Luckily, she also had an old portable sewing machine her mother had given her years ago. The mother and daughter were going up the aisles when they ran into the pastor's wife from church that had brought clothing to donate from church members! Sandra thought quickly and said she had an old friend that had a bad storm hit her house and she wanted to buy some items for her! Her friend looked in her buggy and saw, bras, bikini bottoms and tight skirts, plus a set of toy guns and cowboy hats. She kind of looked back up at Sandra with a wondering look and said, "Oh that is such a good idea Sandra. I know y'all will be a real blessing to her! I've got to run now, bye!" and off she went. When Kendra looked at her mother, Sandra said, "Well, a storm did hit our house, and we did see an old friend, and we needed to buy some items!" Kendra and Sandra both laughed, the first time they laughed together all day. While shopping through the racks of two-dollar clothing items, Kendra came up with an idea of being two cowgirls, because both of them did have western boots. Sandra came up with an idea of being two naughty nurses when they passed a section of nursing uniforms. "Mom!!!" Kendra scolded her mother. "Well, I got the idea from an old VHS tape that I saw in the tape section that had two naughty nurses on the front of the cover. In fact, it was this one!" and Sandra pulled out the video from under the pile of clothes in their buggy. "Mom!!!" Kendra again gasped. Then they both started laughing. "I guess we will need to do research!" laughed the beautiful redheaded daughter. "It's a good thing the pastor's wife did see those!" It was getting to be late afternoon when they arrived back home with their "stash." Jeff had dried the clothing from Connie's and it was all laid out on their bed. Sandra ordered Jeff to go get a pizza, because there was no time to cook. As Sandra worked that evening on all the costumes, Kendra watched the pole dancing and stripping video. Sandra was able to look up and get bits showing as she was working. When the DVD was over, Jeff said he was tired from trying to get the house back in order today and went to bed. After he left, Sandra slipped the "Naughty Nurses" VHS tape into the machine and she and her daughter watched it. Since they were good church going ladies, much of the things they saw were shocking, but both admitted that it made them sexually excited. That night, Sandra slept in the guest bedroom. * * * All were up early. Jeff was dressed and ready because he had an office meeting he could not miss. Sandra got herself and Kendra ready to go to the local health department clinic. Sandra was too embarrassed to go to their regular family physician. Kendra called in another day off from school. By 9 o'clock, the mother and daughter were in the office. A female nurse practitioner came in to see them. The mother told her that her daughter had become sexually active and needed to be on birth control pills. Kendra blushed all shades of red. "Okay, I'll just need you to sign this consent form, Mrs. Jackson," asked the middle-aged nurse practitioner. "And can I get a couple of pre***********ions for "morning after pills" so she won't get pregnant until these start to work. The nurse practitioner looked at the girl for a moment, but then started writing in her pre***********ion pad. "I understand, Mrs. Jackson, I've got a couple of horny teenage girls myself," commented the lady. Kendra felt like crawling under the exam table she was so embarrassed at the implication made about her sexuality. "This woman thinks I'm a whore and a slut!" the high school junior thought. Sandra quickly signed the form and the pre***********ion was written. "Kendra, go back out into the waiting room and wait a few minutes for me, please, honey?" Sandy told her daughter. "Yeah, sure, Mom," answered her daughter with a puzzled look, not knowing the purpose of seeing the nurse privately. After she had left, Sandra began to explain to the lady, "You see, I found out that my husband has been cheating on me. My tubes have been tied, but I'm afraid I might catch some STD. Could you please do a test on me to see if I could have caught anything through him?" "Sure, Mrs. Jackson, no problem," replied the understanding lady. A swab was done of Sandra's vagina and she was told that they would mail her the results in a couple of days. Then the pretty mother would know if she had contracted any venereal disease from her rapists. The pre***********ion was filled at the local K-Mart because she was too embarrassed to go to her regular pharmacy since they all knew her family. Sandra went back to her costume making and sewing, while Kendra was intently learning dance and pole moves with the DVD from Connie. Sandra remembered that her daughter would be leaving at 4 o'clock going with Dubois for the night. The thought gave her an uneasy feeling. "Honey," the concerned mother began speaking to her beautiful daughter. "I ...we...haven't had the talk about sex yet because you always said you were going to wait, so...." Kendra cut her off, "Relax, Mom! I know all about sex and stuff. You know we had sex education in school. I know all about that 'birds and the bees' stuff, and when a guy puts his penis in a woman he squirts semen and if the time is right, she conceives and gets pregnant!" A sigh of relief came from the mother, "Well, I..." "And I even know about that big pink dildo you have hidden back in your closet where you think Dad and I won't find it!" Kendra laughed. But Sandra's eyes grew large and she gasped for breath. "Kendra Sue! What were you doin' snooping around in my closet, young lady?" exclaimed Sandra in an very irritated tone. "Relax, Mom, I'm not going to tell Dad." Kendra smiled. "And I know all about my hymen, and that when it gets torn, it will hurt and bleed some, and I will not be a virgin anymore." Sandra sat dumbfounded at her daughter's knowledge of sex. "But there is one thing I want you to teach me, Mom!" "What's that?" Sandra was afraid to ask. "I want you to use the dildo on yourself and show me what to expect, okay?" Kendra asked. The 38-year old, lovely mother was in a dilemma. She didn't want her baby going with that bastard Dubois, and really not know what to be expecting. But if she didn't show her what she could expect, she felt that she would be letting her down. She thought about it a minute, then replied putting her sewing down "Okay, come with me!" The two went to the master bedroom and Sandra dug out the large, pink, dildo from the closet. "You understand, Kendra Sue, that I only used this during the long fishing trips your dad goes on with the men from church, and when he goes to accounting conferences." "Yeah, Mom, right!" replied her 16-year old with a wisdom that far exceeded her age. "I've heard you enjoying yourself in here and the bathroom with the door locked other times." "Well, anyway,...oh we might as well get to it" Sandra resigned. Sandra turned around, pulled her sweat pants and panties around to her knees, as if she were ashamed to let her daughter see her undress. When she turned back around, Kendra had already dropped her pants and panties in one swoop and was pulling the sweat shirt over her head. "Kendra Sue! What in the world are you doin'?" sternly asked Sandra. "Mom, if we are going to do this 'lesson, we might as well do it right!" Kendra was right, her mother thought. So off came the sweat pants the rest of the way, then her Dale Jr. sweat shirt and finally her bra. "Mom, your breasts are so beautiful!" Kendra complimented. She started to reach out and hold one of her mother's boobs when Sandra quickly turned away. "Kendra! Not now!" spoke Sandra. Then the mother thought, "Why did I say, 'not now,' instead of 'never'?" Did she subconsciously wish her daughter would play with her tits? The beautiful mother lay back on the bed, now fully nude in front of her beautiful 16-year old daughter, also fully nude, and began rubbing her own twat for lubrication. It had already started getting wet with all the talk of sex they had been doing. When her labia were opened up, Sandra told her daughter to hand her the tube of K-Y jelly in the nightstand drawer, which she did. Sandra felt "weird" doing this lewd act in front of her daughter but justified it in her own mind. When the big, fake phallus was well lubed, she put the head at the opening of her slit. Kendra scooted around on her hands and knees to watch from the bottom. That really did make Sandra feel weird, but it really excited her more. Slowly, but almost effortlessly the pink dong eased up into the mother. "My ...vagina is wider than yours, so your first time, it may be harder for anything to go up in there," advised the mother. "I know Momma," who grinned when she looked at her. Within 30 seconds, the dildo was inserted all the way in. "Turn it on, Momma," asked Kendra. "Oh, my god!" Sandra thought. She knows it vibrates, but without saying anything, she twisted the end and the steady hum of the vibrator sent a jolt of sensual pleasure through the mother which made her twitch and raise her butt slightly off the bed. Slowly but rhythmically, the teacher showed the pupil how it went in and out, in and out. Sandra thought at first that she could not go through with this evil and vulgar display in front of her own daughter, but the sensations the fake phallus were providing, and the careful watching of her smiling daughter, sent waves of sexual pleasure through the beautiful mother. In and out faster now, Sandra pumped, masturbating herself in front of her own child! How depraved was this, she thought, but also thrilling at the same time. She was fucking herself for her own daughter! This was much different than the forced sex from the big, nigger cocks night before last. Sandra began to gasp and moan as the womanly nectar started flowing and further coating the thick dildo. Sandra was enjoying this, even though her own child had her face right down above her crotch, carefully studying sex in its basest form. Kendra could smell her own mother's secretions and thought they smelled sweet. Sandy rolled her head from side to side, gasping for air, praying for an orgasm that seemed not to come. "Oh, my gawd! Please! Oh, please!" the mother spoke to some unknown lover, crying out for some sexual release. It was almost there on the edge, and she was rapidly fucking herself with the dildo, but she just couldn't come as much as she wanted and needed to. She was praying, "Oh, gawd, let me cum! Oh, gawd, please let me cum" "Momma, is this your clitor..." "AAAAAUUUUGGHHHH!" screamed the mother the instant Kendra had violated her clitty with her finger. The resulting orgasm turned the reserved mother into a whore, spasming, writhing on the bed, and screaming like she was being killed. The tender 16-year old thought she had hurt her mother in some way and jumped back. She watched as, unexpectedly, some fluid squirted out around the dildo from her mother's opening. "Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd! Oh, FUCK! Oh, gawd! AAAAUUUUGHHHHH!" came another wave of rapture over the MILF. There was more squirting as well. These were the sounds her mother made when she had heard her playing with her vibrator. After a few minutes, Sandra calmed down, breathing heavily, lying on a sweaty sheet with cum juice running out of her and soaking the bed. She looked over at the concerned look on her daughter's face and smiled. "Yes, Kendra, that's the clitoris, and during intercourse, it helps a woman feel wonderful, just like I did." When Kendra saw she had not hurt her mother, but instead helped her, she laughed and suddenly lunched up and hugged her mother's neck. Lying naked body to naked body, breast to breast, cunt-to-cunt was shocking to Sandra, but a little something told her it felt good and sensual. She patted her child on the back and told her they needed to get up and start to get her ready for her "date" with Dubois tonight. Chapter 5 As Sandra was helping her precious, 16-year old daughter prepare for Terrance Dubois, she felt as she was preparing the sacrificial lamb. She knew what would happen to her baby tonight. In one final plunge of a big, nigger cock, her child would be changed from an innocent child into a woman. Even with the lurid display earlier, there was nothing she could say or do to prepare her. As Kendra sat in front of the dresser mirror, her red hair perfect, her skin glowing, her finest church dress fitting her properly, Sandra still felt guilty. She wasn't fixing her up to go to the Senior Prom, she was sending her out to be fucked for the first time, to lose her virginity! But it was Kendra's choice to go, and even though they had tried, her parents could not talk her out of helping to relieve the debt owed to the black gangster. Promptly, at 4 p.m., the doorbell rang and when Sandra opened it, there stood Terrance Dubois all pimped out in his gaudy diamonds and fine suit. There also was a blonde bimbo on his arm, not much older than her own daughter, who was smiling as if they were going to the county fair. "Mrs. Jackson, is your beautiful, young daughter ready to go?" came the dreaded man's voice. "Yes,...yes she is!" replied Sandra frowning and stood back from the door for Kendra to exit. "Oh, my but you do look lovely this evening, Miss Kendra!" exclaimed Dubois. "Thank you, Mr. Dubois." answered the always polite high-school junior. "Oh, there is no need for such formality my dear. Please just call me Terry." The skinny blonde bimbo, with a New York accent, jumped up and hugged Kendra. "Hi, doll! You look so pretty! Just like a little angel. We are going to have so much fun tonight with Terry, so don't be so sad looking!" "Well me must be going, I have dinner reservations for six downtown and we want to beat the traffic! I will have Kendra back tomorrow morning around ten. Give my best to Jeff as well," and Dubois turned to leave, and then reached into his coat pocket and handed a slip of paper to Sandra. "Sandra, you need to be at room 607 at the Downtown Regency for an appointment with a client at 7 o'clock. I have left a key for you at the registration desk in your name. Please be there at 6:45 so you can be prepared. Oh, and please wear something sexy! I like all my ladies to be sexy because they are all beautiful as you and your daughter are. Now don't disappoint me now, Sandra. It might be detrimental for you AND your daughter!" As the big, black man headed back out to the curb with the blond and her daughter arm in arm, Sandra knew what that last statement meant. If she failed to meet some strange man tonight, and let him have sex with her, her life and the life of her daughter would be in grave jeopardy. And he had complete control of her daughter tonight! When, Sandra closed the door as the Rolls pulled away, she looked at the paper that contained all the information Dubois had given her along with a statement at the bottom that sent chills down her spine. "We will be watching you!" If she failed to do as she was told, her daughter could be killed. The young mother looked at the clock and it was already 4:10. In order to be at the Downtown Regency at 6:45, she would have to leave at 5:45 because of the heavy traffic in Atlanta during rush hour. So this meant she had an hour and a half to make herself sexy for a stranger. Sandra quickly ran to her bathroom and took a shower then dried her body and hair. During this time, she wondered, what among the things she had gotten from Connie and the thrift store would "make her look sexy." Certainly, nothing in her own wardrobe would qualify. Those were mostly church clothes. With her body and hair dried, she pulled out at found some sexy lingerie bra and panties that Jeff had bought for her one Valentine's, and she had only worn them that one time. "This will serve him right!" she thought. She pulled on the skimpy panties and fastened the thin, lacy bra then headed to the living room, where they now kept their "work clothes" to find something "sexy." While at the thrift store, Kendra had seen and picked out what must have been a prom dress for some high school girl. It was a size 6, her size, and looked sleek and sexy on her. Well, it was all she saw at the moment to go to an exclusive hotel and be a hooker for the evening. Back in the bedroom, she tried on the dress on and even though it was tight, she could zip it up in back. It was shimmering red with a split all the way up the right side, all the way to the hip. The length was fine, but she did bulge a little in the tummy and it fit tight across her rear end. The neckline was plunging but her 34 C's bulged out with a massive amount of cleavage. The bra she picked must have been a push-up bra. Jeff was not home yet and it was 5:30, but he did say they had a special meeting after work. Sometimes it was 6 o'clock when he got home on those days. Sandra Jackson, a church-going 38-year old mother and wife, looked at herself in her full-length mirror, and made a touch-up here and there. Her auburn hair was looking good and there were no make-up smudges. She wished her boobs weren't showing quite so much in public, but someone would be seeing the whole package anyway, she thought. When she was looking in the mirror, she prayed, "Lord, please watch over Kendra tonight and keep her safe." Then she thought about herself, "And Lord, watch over me tonight as well, as I go to meet a complete stranger. And forgive me of my sins, as I leave to go and commit adultery." * * * Just as Sandra was parking her car, her cell phone rang. It was Jeff calling her according to the caller ID. "Hello," answered Sandra with no usual happiness. "Hi, honey. I finally got home and saw you were gone. Did...uh...Kendra get off okay?" Jeff asked. "Yes, she left at 4 o'clock. I was given an appointment to meet a 'client' downtown at the Regency at 7:00. So while I'm down here fucking a complete stranger, you will have to get your own supper, Jeff. I don't know how long I will be," came the spiteful reply from his wife. An elderly couple was just passing her on the way to the garage elevator, and over heard her "I'm down here fucking a complete stranger, you will have to get your own supper, Jeff" comment! The lady gasped and they started walking faster to their own car. "Uh...okay, honey, you...well...be careful, okay?" replied Jeff then his wife abruptly disconnected. No good-bye or anything. Jeff had started to say, "you have a good time," but caught himself before it got out. How could a wonderful, Christian lady going out to be a whore have a wonderful time he thought? Sandra opened the room to 607, and stepped in. She turned on three lamps, and then turned one off. It was a little chilly, being February, so she adjusted the thermostat to warm the room. Exactly how does a prostitute prepare to receive her "client" she thought. Should she go ahead and turn down the bed or leave it made. Should she keep her clothes on or already be undressed when he arrives. She had no earthly idea. She finally decided to just open the window curtain and look out over downtown Atlanta. She saw the steam coming from ducts on roofs, venting exhaust in the cold night air. It was a clear night, and the lights of the city seemed bright on the crisp, February night. She spoke softly to herself, "I guess it's as good of night as any to get fucked by a stranger!" When the rap came at the door, Sandra jumped and then realized whom it was and why he was there. Her stomach began to feel uneasy, but she told herself she had to go through with this to save her daughter's life. By the time she got to the door, the sharp rap came again, only louder. When Sandra opened the door, there stood a ruggedly handsome man with sandy hair, a sport coat and dress shirt and slacks. She saw immediately that she was about eight to ten years older than the well-built man standing there in the doorway. "Hi, are you Sandra?" he asked politely. His smile put her somewhat at ease, but she instantaneously again went over all the "rules" that Connie had given her and her daughter. "Yes, yes I am...come on in," Sandra forcing a smile to greet her "john." "Hi, I'm Bob," then the 38-year-old wife and mother let him into the room and she locked the door. "Why did I that door?" she thought. When Sandra walked away from the door up to Bob, his eyes lit up! "Wow, my contact said you would be a little older than me probably, but wow! You are absolutely gorgeous and smoking hot! I wouldn't figure you a day over 25!" Bob said as he stood back to look at her. Not knowing if he really meant it or if it was cheap flattery for her, but it was working! "Why thank you, Bob. That is very sweet of you!" she said accepting the complement. "Now, as to the payment for services rendered..." "Oh, yes," said the young man as he reached in his pocket and brought out a money clip with several $100 bills. He peeled off three of them and handed them to Sandra. She tucked the money quickly into her small purse. "Oh, before we get too far, I stopped in the bar downstairs and got us a bottle of chilled wine. Let me open it first," then Bob peeled the wrapper and popped the cork. There were no wine glasses so they had to use the plastic-covered clear cups provided in the room. They laughed about drinking expensive wine from cheap hotel cups. Sandra started to feel easier. She thought maybe if she could get drunk and pass out and let him do her and leave she could get through this. Maybe that would count as her date for Dubois' purposes. Sandra sat on the end of the king-sized bed as Bob sat in an armchair and made small talk. He was an industrial engineer and he really was in Atlanta for a convention. He was from Iowa and said he loved coming to the South for these meetings in the winter to get away from the snow. Sandra nervously swallowed the last of her wine in her cup and Bob filled it again quickly. Then she started on that cup. Sandra smiled and tried to be nice to the young man, but it was still hard. Finally, she spoke. "Bob, I'm sorry if I seem overly nervous. You see, I'm kind of' new at this ..." Bob rose from his chair and then sat on the bed with Sandra before she could finish. "Yes, I know, Sandra. I can tell. Please tell me truthfully now. Is this your first time?" inquired the strange man. Sandra was stunned a little. "Well, yes it is Bob," then she gulped down another big swallow of wine. "How...uh...I mean, how could you tell?" she asked. Bob tenderly picked up her left hand and said, "Because of the wedding rings." Sandra wished she could have just melted and pooled in a puddle right there. Her mouth was wide open and she froze for a moment. Her wedding rings! She hardly ever took them off and was so used to wearing them. "Oh...oh my God!...uh...uh...oh, Bob, I'm sorry.." the beautiful wife stammered. "No, no, Sandra! Shush. Don't be sorry! You are a beautiful woman, and your husband is so lucky to have you as his wife. You know, I find it's kind of a turn-on when I meet-up with a lady of the evening who has wedding rings." As Bob spoke his voice kept getting softer and he reached for her cup sat it down on a table and used her hands to gently make her stand in front of him. "To me, it tells me that a married lady is sure of herself, she already knows what she wants, and she is an experienced lover!" With this Bob's lips had gone to the side of Sandra's neck and began to kiss her neck all the way gently and very slowly up to her earlobe. He took her earlobe gently in his teeth and pulled on it. Then raked it gently with his front incisors. "Oh what that does to me, whenever Jeff does the same thing," she thought. But it also was having the same effect on her now. Sandra's nips grew hard and her slit started to cream. She trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from sexual excitement. At an erotically slow pace, he kissed up the side of her face and ran his fingers through her thick auburn locks. His mouth was hot and moist on her forehead and Bob was slowly working the little wet kisses down her nose. Every spot he kissed, his tongue tip left a little wet place to mark where it had been. Before she knew what was happening, she was looking directly into his eyes. The couple, strangers to each other, mutually embraced and kissed. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and then kissed again. This time they became passionate in their kissing, swapping tongues and saliva. Sandra's breath became heavy and deep. She couldn't get enough of this young man. She wanted him to kiss her not only on the mouth, but also all over her body, even in her most intimate places. She determined she was going to give her body to this young man who was several years younger than herself. She remembered about what Connie said about "no kissing." But hell, that went out the window when Bob started seducing her on her neck! They embraced and kept the passion going. The zipper on Sandra's gown was now all the way open and his hand was gently rubbing her bare back. "How did it get that way," she thought. "Oh, it must have been Bob's fingers that unzipped it. He's undressing me!" But she didn't care. Ever so slowly Bob drew his new lover around to the side of the bed with the back of Sandra's thighs touching the side of the soon to be love nest. Bob reached up to the straps suspending Sandra's dress on her shoulders pulling them off and letting go. Sandra dropped her arms to her side and the red prom dress fell and puddled at her feet. Wrapping his arms around to her back, he quickly unsnapped the bra strap and pulled it gently off her frame. It fell down to join the gown at her feet. "He is undressing me, and I'm letting him so he can have sex with me!" roared through the lovely wife's mind but she loved the lust in his eyes as she was stripped. All Bob thought was he wanted to continue undressing this vision of middle-age loveliness, peeling each piece of clothing from off her body as if stripping petals from a delicate flower. Sandy had worn stay-up hose, but they were sexy enough for the Midwest man. His hands kneaded her breasts on her naked chest, pulling one tit up and he began sucking on the nipple. The young man from Iowa pulled the other firm tit to his warm mouth and suckled it even harder, trying to get milk from this MILF. He stood back as if to admire the work he had already accomplish but also to admire this woman's luscious body. The titties stood up on her chest with hard nipples so proudly erect. Not a bit of sag! Her chest was now moving up and down with her deep breathing. Her heart was beat so strong and fast, surely he could hear it! "You are so, so beautiful Sandra!" Bob spoke in a soft voice. * * * This mother hadn't felt this way in years, having a man looking at her near naked body and seem to be worshipping it. She closed her eyes, which were wet with tears, but she was smiling. When she opened her eyes again, Bob was standing before her in just his briefs. His body was lithe and lean. Adequate hair covered his chest but not too much. His abdomen showed a slight hint of a six-pack. Her eyes were drawn to the huge bulge that was on the front of his briefs. That would be the penis that would go inside her married pussy. Again, he wrapped his arms around her body and she held on to his and kissed again. She now felt easy with this young man from Iowa. She felt she could trust him. As he kissed her now, she felt his fingers deftly pull the elastic of the lacy panties over her smooth hips and let them fall, joining her dress and bra on the floor. Bob broke her kiss, still looking into her eyes and took her hands and gently pushed her back, helping her to simply lie back on the bed. Sandra just used her toes from each foot to pry the shoe off the opposite foot while he was soaking in the nude body that lay before him. "You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and certainly more beautiful than others I've met in these situations. You know why, Sandra?" he asked. Sandra simply smiled, with tears in her eyes, and shook her head "no," for she assumed he would tell her. "Because you are real, Sandra! A natural beauty that is not ashamed to share that beauty with another man. Most women I see are cheap, fake, only there for the money. You are a mother I presume?" he asked. "Yes," was all the answer she would give, but still with a feel-good smile. "You are a real wife and mother that came here tonight, maybe because she had to for the money, but now the look in her eyes tells me she wants to be here!" Bob softly said. Then, when Sandra thought about that last statement, she knew he was right! She now wanted to be here, naked before a complete stranger, and let her 38-year old body be loved, lusted for, and desired by a handsome man. She would give married body to him. It wasn't until now that Bob pulled his own briefs off and let them fall, releasing a fine cock that was indeed a wonderful specimen of male anatomy. As Bob slowly crawled upon to the bed, she grabbed the hard dick as to help pull him up on top of her. She looked and made her inspection. No redness and no runny looking sores, as Connie had warned against. He was clean, and handsome, and was about to screw her cunt! Without a word, both simultaneously repositioned themselves long ways on the bed so that the soft pillows cradled Sandra's head. Bob now began to kiss this lovely creature again as he slowly lowered his body onto her. She felt his warm skin touching hers. He felt her firm breasts mashing against his chest. Her woman juices were flowing now in anticipation of the inevitable insertion of his male member. They were preparing her vaginal cavity to be fucked, to be violated, to mate! They kissed another minute in a close embrace. Her eyes had been closed, but now he wasn't there. Where did he go? She opened her eyes to see his head lowering down to her womanly parts, her cavern of delight. No! No! She was unsure of her vaginal juices if they would smell repulsive to him. Then she felt the Bob's tongue began to lick inside her vulva and nuzzle her lips. After several moments, he applied direct suction to her clit and Sandra thought she would lose her mind right then! Her hips bucked off the bed and her body was in a suspended arch. The younger man had to hold on to her thighs to remain in contact. "Awwww, gawd! Oh, gawd! She screamed with her first orgasm of the night, then filled her lungs with air and held it as she remained motionless, still arched off of the bed. Her husband had never gone down on her and this was her first experience of oral heaven in her hole. He lapped and lapped the abundance of nectar that began pouring from her vagina. Finally, Sandra let herself collapse back onto the bed, and shook with further orgasms. She began to almost lose consciousness. Then, Sandra felt it! The large mushroom-shaped head of his circumcised cock knocking to gain entrance to her chamber of love! Would she let him in or would she turn him away as an invader? This beautiful wife of Jeff Jackson and mother of a beautiful 16-year old girl reached down and gently stretched the skin on either side of her vagina, allowing the thick labia to allow entrance. And enter it did! Slowly but positively, with a steady movement the cock pushed in. No friction impeded the flow of the man meat into her lubricated depths until he bottomed out, somewhere past the entrance of her cervix. The head was definitely in her womb, but with her fallopian tubes shut off, no risk of pregnancy with a bastard child was thought of. Bob began the slow and steady stroke of copulation, making Sandra have a feeling of rapture, as well as he. The angle was such that her G-spot was partially rubbed and this furthered the flames of passion in her belly. After several minutes of the ever intensifying boiling, a sudden burst of sexual lightning struck Sandra's inner core. She screamed and cried at the same time as the young man kept pistoning her with his dick. "Oh, FUCK! AAAUUUUGGHHH, oh gawd! That feels so good! Don't stop! Keep stroking! Don't you dare pull out! AAAUUUGGHH!" came the wife's screams from the penetration of a strange penis. His cock wasn't necessarily that long, nor that thick. Sandra believed it was the strangeness of it. A man whom she had never met until a few minutes ago was now sharing with her the most intimate experience that a male and female can make. He was fucking her! She was fucking him, as she pushed her cunt up against him. They were mating with each other! And it felt good! Damn, it felt so good, and she no longer was ashamed. "Fuck me, Bob, Fuck my married pussy, Bob! Fuck me!" came her screams as she orgasmed over and over. Finally, after trying to hold off as long as he could, his body could not take any more of this sexual wildcat underneath him. "Aaaauuuggghhhwwww" He groaned. He emptied what he thought to be a gallon of semen into the married woman's womb. As both came back to the realm of conscious reality, they continued to embrace, to snuggle and then to once again kiss. Bob left his tool up in the auburn haired beauty until it had finally lost all stiffness and simply plopped out. That which had seemed so taboo in Sandra's mind last week, just didn't seem as bad now. Was it because she was officially now an adulterer, or was it because she enjoyed it so much? As Bob was now dressing himself to leave, he looked over at the nude and perfect female form lying on the bed on her side, where she had propped her head up by her hand and arm, watching him. "Sandra, do you know what a hot wife is?" he quizzed. "No, I don't Bob. Remember, all this is rather new to me," she replied. "A hot wife is a beautiful wife, like yourself, who goes out with other guys, has sex with them, but not for money, just because they want to. They go home with a load of semen and sit on their husband's faces and makes him eat it and clean her out. Some men really like that part and look forward to her sharing her intimate night out with some other man. You might want to think about trying that with your own husband," he explained. Sandra thought about it for a minute. "Thank you Bob. I might just try that and see how he likes it." Bob picked up his sports jacket, bent over to the lovely wife and mother and kissed her again. He reached in his pocket and peeled off another hundred from the money clip and dropped it in front of her. "Here, pretty lady, you keep this as a tip. As far as I'm concerned, you were worth every penny I handed you tonight! When I come back to Atlanta, I'm going to ask for you by name and I hope you will be around!" said the handsome 30-year old. "Thank you, Bob, and thank you for your kindness. It means a lot to me, more than you will ever know!" Sandra replied. Bob walked out the door and was gone. Sandra laid back on the bed and looked out the window glass at the cold, clear Atlanta night. "A lover for an hour. Could I get used to this?" she asked herself. When she got up from the bed she felt the spunk starting to move down from her womb. She wanted to do what Bob suggested, but how would she keep it all up inside her and most of it not leak out? Toilet paper or tissues wouldn't keep it in her. She needed something like a stopper! Then she thought about the condoms she now carried with her. She took a foil out of her purse, opened it, and quickly stuffed it with lots of toilet paper and tissues. When she had stuffed it and had tied it off, it looked somewhat like a pink sausage. Then she pushed her sausage up into herself like a tampon. She thought that this might work and keep most of Bob's semen inside. This was a souvenir that she was going to share with her gambling, son of a bitch husband. Sandra dressed and turned out the light and opened the door to leave. There stood a large black man with baggy clothes, gaudy jewelry, and a hat on his head. He stood there smiling at her and simply held out his hand. He had been waiting for Sandra right outside her door. She did not know if this was one of the men who had raped her the other night because they had ski masks on that covered their faces. Then the cold, hard reality again hit her in the face. The 38-year old beauty was not there to experience love and compassion from a handsome man, but to serve as Terrance Dubois' whore! The Negro didn't say a word to give away his voice. He simply was standing there, smiling, holding out his hand, and expecting her to give him the money for her "services" tonight. Sandra reached into her purse pulled out the original $300 still folded and placed the blackmail money into the palm of his hand. He tipped his hat and walked away. She had not said anything to the man, but all she wanted to do was kick him in his nuts! Luckily, Sandra had put the extra $100 tip tucked away unseen. On the way home, Sandra could not help but think about and worry about Kendra with that evil Dubois man. She knew her daughter was mature for her age and had a good head on her shoulders. But she also knew that when her daughter returned home tomorrow, her flower would have been taken from her. She would not be a virgin, but a woman. She could not save herself for her husband, and that saddened the loving mother. Sandra arrived home about 11 o'clock. Jeff was at home and in fact was already in bed but not asleep when she walked into the bedroom. "Hi, honey. How did it go?" he timidly asked. Sandra did not answer a word but simply took off her gown, bra, shoes, and panties, letting them fall onto the floor where they stayed. With no emotion, she walked up to his side of their bed and simply commanded, "Strip!!" Jeff was unsure what she meant. "What do you mean, Sandra"? "Damn you, Jeff! I said strip naked and lay on your back on the bed. Now!!" Sandra screamed at her husband. The husband understood that perfectly! He quickly shed his undershirt and boxers, then laid back on the bed, face up. Sandra climbed on the bed and straddled his head. "Open your mouth, you son of a bitch!" again she screamed. When her husband obeyed, the wife said, "Jeff, here is all your gambling winnings for tonight!" Sandra quickly pulled out the tissue filled condom and sat her vagina opening directly over Jeff's mouth! Globs of white semen fell down into his mouth, almost choking him. Some ran into his nose, and some traced down his cheeks and chin. She rubbed her twat all over his face as if to add to her humiliation of him. Then Sandra saw something she did not expect. Since she was facing towards Jeff's lower body, she saw his cock standing straight up, harder than she ever seen it before! Jeff was getting sexually aroused by being force fed another man's cum! Sandra lunged forward and swallowed Jeff's cock and began sucking and slurping it. She hadn't given many blowjobs before, but she was an expert cock-sucker tonight! When Mike was able to breathe again, he began licking all around his wife's cunt, but especially on the swollen clit that had angrily stood out. It wasn't long before both husband and wife orgasmed with an intensity that neither had experienced before in their married life. She had fed her husband a strange man's cum from her pussy, because she was now a nigger man's whore, and her husband, even though was forced to eat it, gladly received it, and swallowed it down thankfully. When both recovered from their existential trip to the Fifth Dimension, Sandra turned around and kissed her husband's cum covered face, tasting for the first time Bob's semen that he had left in her womb. Jeff gently embraced his wife as she then lay peacefully beside him. The lamp was turned out and the covers were pulled up to ward off the chill of a February night. Neither spoke a word, but both husband and his prostitute wife were sound asleep within a minute, nude under the covers. Chapter 6 Terrance Dubois had held the front passenger door open, indicating that he wanted Sandra's daughter to sit next to him. Mitzi, the ditzy blond entered behind her, leaving Kendra between the two of them on the long bench seat. "Kendra, we are going to a lot of fun tonight, just wait and see, but it's still early and we need to stop and get you some proper clothing," Dubois stated as he drove. "Uh, why? What's wrong with my clothing'?" questioned the young girl. "Nothing really, dear, if you want to go to revival meeting. But that's now where we are goin'! We are goin' to a very nice and exclusive downtown Atlanta club for our meal. I'm afraid you would feel kind of out of place dressed like that!" responded Dubois. What the man wanted was for her to look like a slut. The Rolls Royce pulled up in front of a hole in the wall store in the downtown area called "The Pussy Cats." All three went in the store which had many racks of women's and junior's clothes. Most of the clothing Kendra saw, she would have never dreamed of wearing. Not only were all the dresses way too short, but they were also gaudy and flashy looking. The honor student thought only hookers and tramps would shop there, thus she felt very out of place. But that was exactly why they were there. "Mitzi, help Kendra pick out something nice and appropriate for the night please," Dubois ordered then turned away to answer a cell phone call. "What size are you, honey?" asked Mitzi. "Uh,...about a 6, I think" answered Kendra. "Yeah, your boobs look like they are good and full too! I think I saw something up here Terry would like," the blond said and strutted down an aisle. Her yellow mini-skirt was so short and tight, it almost didn't qualify as clothing. Her blouse was a sheer wrap-around piece and she balanced on very high platform heels. "Come on in here, doll, and let's try this one on," the ditzy blond instructed. Both women entered a dressing booth that only had a draw curtain. Kendra saw that a gap was open that would allow anyone in the store to look in. "Here, honey, try this on and hurry! We don't want to keep Terry waiting. He gets real pissed when one of his girls keeps him waiting." Kendra took off the jacket and skirt of the suit she wore, then the blouse and slip, leaving just the bra and panties. "Come, on honey, all of it! Hurry up now!" ordered Mitzi. The 11th grader took her underwear off and felt more naked than ever with the gap in the opening. Mitzi handed her a slinky, purple shimmering dress. When it was on the girl, it barely came over her ass and was just past her ass cheeks. The top lay open, exposing the chest of the girl almost completely. Kendra thought, "How can I wear this in public? I'll look like a whore!" Then she remembered that that is exactly what she and her mother were going to be. Two whores being blackmailed to work for a nigger, who would kill them both if they didn't! "Be right back, doll!" Mitzi said as she bolted through the doorway, letting the curtain fabric float around, further exposing the occupant. She was immediately back with some kind of undergarment in her hand. Mitzi simply pulled the top of the dress off the shoulders of the high school girl to uncover her nice rack. "Yeah! You do have nice titties, doll! Here, put this on!" commanded the blond. The garment turned out to be a shelf bra and pushup bra in one. Kendra's breasts were lifted and squeezed to show maximum cleavage, but the tits lay open on top with her now very erect nipples showing. When she pulled the shoulders of the garment back up, now her titties were well exposed, jutting out, with ample cleavage and areolas exposed. Mitzi pulled a reluctant Kendra back out to the floor where Dubois, still on his phone, simply looked her over and whispered to Mitzi to get her some shoes. Kendra followed Mitzi to another aisle, which contained nothing but high heel shoes. They found Kendra size and found a purple pair that fit Kendra perfectly. The stilettos lifted the high school girl 6 inches taller, but she could barely walk in them. "Here, sweetie, just follow me and watch me," Mitzi told her. The blond walked back to the dressing room, putting one foot exactly in front of the other, and accented her behind as she walked. Kendra found she could walk better that way, but not much. "You'll get used to them, honey. Come on we've got to pay and get out of here. We don't want to keep Terry waiting!" Mitzi spoke quickly. "Wait, Mitzi!" whispered Kendra. "I don't have any panties on underneath this thing!" "Doll, don't worry about it! They just get in the way of the goodies. And believe me, with the dates and dances you will be doing for Terry, they won't be staying on that long anyway!" smiled Mitzi as she grabbed up the shoes, suit, blouse and all underwear she wore into the store and pushed them into a large "Pussy Cats" shopping bag and handed them to the stunned girl. As the redheaded student was now again sitting in the middle of the luxury car between her two companions, she was embarrassed and very self-conscious of her near nudity. Every once in a while Dubois would reach down and rub Kendra's left thigh, with his diamond-ringed pinky finger coming dangerously close to the girl's twat. Mitzi did the same to the right thigh, but she was looking directly at Kendra and smiling an evil smile. The poor girl had no idea what was going to be in store for her this evening. Dubois pulled up in front of a very well-lit building with a large neon sign over the entrance displaying "The Stallion Gentleman's Club." The two slutty women followed Terrance Dubois into the club. "Good evening, Mr. Dubois! Good evening, ladies!" greeted the doorman. Dubois made his way up front where a stage was decorated elaborately with lights, gold steamers, and glitter everywhere. Dubois held out the seat for Kendra to sit, then for Mitzi. "Always the gentleman, Terry!" Mitzi said and gave a big kiss to her benefactor as she pulled him to her face. His big black hand reached into her top and pulled out a tit and left it hanging. Mitzi just left it out, unashamed. When the big Negro man sat around next to Kendra, he handed her a card. "Here, my dear. This is your new ID card, use it whenever you are here and at any other place I send you to work. Be sure you keep it with you. It will be bad if you don't!" he said as he looked directly into the young girl's eyes, which made her shiver. The card was an exact duplicate of her own Georgia driver's license she had obtained last year except for three exceptions. Foremost, it showed her being born in a year that would make her 21. Then she noticed her name was simply "Kendra Reese" and that she lived at some address on Peachtree Street. It even had the same picture that was on her real license. Somehow, his fake ID maker had connections to the Georgia Department of Motor Vehicles, she though. She put it in her purse quickly. "Good evening, Mr. Dubois. Would you like your usual, sir?" spoke a young waitress, not that much older than Kendra. Her uniform was very short and tight fitting. "Yes, Judy. Make that three. Thank you!" returned Dubois as he run his big, black hand under the brief uniform, rubbing her leg. A waiter came and brought a bottle of champagne, chilled in a silver ice bucket. He pulled the foil wrapper off the neck and popped the cork, pouring three glasses of the fine, bubbly beverage. When the glass was placed in front of Kendra, the high-school junior spoke up. "Oh, no, Mr. Dubois, uh, Terry. Please, I'm not old enough to drink!" Dubois picked up her glass and handed it to her saying, "Relax, my dear! You have an ID that says you are 21, and you have every right to drink if you want to. I own this club and I want you to drink!" he spoke as he looked into her eyes. Slowly, Kendra took the glass from the big Negro man and put it to her lips to sip. It was fruity tasting, but also very tangy. The bubbles tickled her nose. She drank several swallows until the glass was empty, then Dubois refilled it, smiling at the young girl. While he was doing this, his hand began to creep up Kendra's leg until he touched the tender, moist lips of her fair flower. Kendra jumped and stared straight ahead. With no panties on, his molesting hand was unimpeded. He kept rubbing her pubis until he began to feel moisture from the girl. A city official came over and greeted Dubois and they shook hands. They started a conversation lasting for at least ten minutes. All that time, Dubois had his left hand under the table, playing with Kendra's pussy, poking his pinky finger into her vulva. Her dress was so short that it rose up to completely, exposing her genitals. The tablecloth covered the top but not far down the sides. She was unsure if anybody sitting in front of her could see the molestation of her privates going on. Occasionally he would dip a big finger into her channel but stop when he felt her hymen. That would be taken care of later. Mostly, he pulled and rubbed on her labia petals and rolled her clit between two fingers. The high school junior had to suppress three violent orgasms during this time. She certainly didn't want to embarrass Mr. Dubois while talking to his guest. Kendra had masturbated herself a few times, while in the shower. She knew she would be vocal if she came. When the guest left, Dubois stopped rubbing Kendra but brought his fingers up and sucked them in his mouth briefly. "My, my, Kendra, but you taste good! Mitzi and I can't wait to taste your lovely snatch later!" said Dubois with a laugh. That answered a question that had been lingering on the young girl's mind. She would be forced into lesbianism with the blond bimbo, who still had a breast hanging out. The food was brought and a plate was set in front of each. Each contained a New York Strip steak cooked medium rare, baby carrots, and green peas. Each champagne glass was kept filled. All started to eat, but Kendra didn't know if she could hold anything down with the pussy play that was occurring on her, and with the booze. But she found the steak to be very good and, in fact, the best she ever ate, she thought. While they ate, Dubois started the conversation. You know ladies, when I was a young boy, my family was diet po'. I had five brutha's and five sista's. My daddy wuz a sharecropper over around the Georgia and Alabama line. Us nigga's would pick cotton 'til our hands was bleedin' by the end of the day. It was hard wuk. Too hard fo' me, so's I up and runs away from home when I wuz 12. I killed my fust nigga' when I was only 15. I kills my fust white man when I was 16. But I always seemed to stay ahead of the law some hows" The story sent cold shivers up and down Kendra's spine. "He is capable of murdering my whole family, if he was a mind to!" she thought with a knot drawing up inside of her. * * * Just then, the house lights lowered and bright spotlights illumined the stage. A voice came over the loud speakers. "Ladies, and Gentlemen. Welcome to the Stallion Club this evening. Our first lovely dancer comes from right here in Atlanta, and has really made a name for herself at the Stallion club. I present to you the lovely, Delilah for your viewing and lusting pleasure!" Applause greeted the first dancer, who was a black-haired, beautiful young woman, but her make-up made her look older than she was. The lovely girl danced around the stage with a sheer lavender genie outfit on. Her boobs were well on display despite the sheer material. She shook and grinded her ass, which she would spank once in a while. She made alluring moves and looks to various men who came around the stage for a closer view. They poked fives and tens down into her massive cleavage for her tips. At the end of the first song another slow, sensual song started, and the dancer slowly stripped off the sheer top so her tits completely swung free. There was a birthmark on the side of her left breast. Kendra thought, "I've seen that birthmark somewhere before, but where?" Again the lurid and lewd dancing continued around the stage as she grabbed her jugs and rubbed men's faces with them. Towards the end of the second song, she dropped the sheer bottom and now the beautiful brunette was completely naked, except for the high stilettos she had on. Dubois leaned over to Kendra and whispered into Kendra's ear. "Watch her carefully and see everything she does, my dear. That will be you up there before long!" The revelation shocked the high-school honor student. That was going to be her before long, bumping and grinding a vulgar dance before a bunch of lustful men! But Kendra started to feel moisture flow from her own pussy! Why could that be? Am I really being turned on by this vulgar display?" she wondered. On this set, the dancer spent most of her time on her back with her ass and pussy stuck up, right in the faces of the men tipping her! When the tips stopped coming, she would stick her fingers in her cunt, fuck herself about 10 seconds then suck them in her mouth. Oh, how nasty and disgusting that was, Kendra thought! It was then that Kendra saw a small tattoo on her pelvis right above her vagina, but she was too far away to tell what it was. The dancer did have a black garter around her leg right above her knee where her admirers would stick their tips. The men simply folded up the bill and put the tip under the elastic belt. Every so often a woman would come up and put a bill under the garter as well. Towards the end of the last song, thus her set, Dubois wrapped a $100 bill around his index finger and gave it to Kendra. He leaned over to Kendra to talk above the loud music, and placed the finger formed bill over Kendra's right index finger. "Go up to her like she is on the floor at the end of the stage. Tell her Terrance Dubois told you to insert this in her pussy. I'll be watching you so do what I say!" The innocent honors student in the shimmering short dress got up and walked around to the end of the stage. When the girl looked at her, and Kendra saw her face, "Karen Hasty!" That was Karen Hasty who graduated last year from her high school! Even though she was two years ahead, Kendra knew her. They had gym class together, and that's where she had seen the small birthmark, in the locker room. Karen was always nice to lower classmen. Karen looked at Kendra and almost froze! The dancer knew she had been recognized. Kendra motioned for her to lean forward and when she did, she had to almost yell in Karen's ear over the music and cheering and hoots of the audience. "Mr. Terrance Dubois told me to come up here and stick this in your pussy with my finger!" she yelled. Both girls turned red with humiliation, but Karen scooted close to the stage, lay back and splayed her legs, displaying her crotch about a foot in front of Kendra, who then with her index finger pushed the $100 bill into her pussy deep, as she was instructed. When she did, the 16-year old was close enough to see what the tattoo was. It was the word "SLUT" inked permanently above her cunt! Kendra immediately turned and hurried back to the table, not even looking back to see what Karen did with the money. But the young redhead did feel a bit of Karen's moisture on her finger. She felt so dirty having to do that to her friend, but it also excited her. After about an hour, Dubois' group left the table and he led them up some steps to a second, much higher level that looked down over the stage and the whole club. He showed the ladies into a room that was painted black but pinkish and lavender lights and neon illumined the room. A small bar was along the back and a king size bed was in the center. A Plexiglas wall took up one wall and all the dancers and patrons could be seen below in the club. It was so sound proof, all of the loud music was only a very soft "thump, thump, thump" of the beat. It was built that way so the screams and cries of young, virgin girls could not be heard below. "Kendra, come here, take and drink this. It will make you feel better," commanded Dubois. When she took the glass she asked what it was. "It's just gin and tonic, with some sweet cherry flavoring for a better taste for a young girl," he replied. He didn't tell her, though, that he had doubled the alcohol in the drink so it would get her drunker quicker. The high-school junior took a swallow then coughed at the burning of the alcohol. So, she figured it better to swallow it all in one gulp, like medicine and that's exactly what she did. She coughed again was getting used to the burning. "My, my girl, but yo' sho' can drink your liquor!" complimented Dubois. He fixed another and handed it to her, which she drank slower. When she looked above the bar, she saw a row of 2 by 2 foot white cloths, each with a red stain in the middle. Each had a female's name displayed on the bottom of each cloth. There in the middle was a red-stained cloth with the name "Karen Hasty" in big block letters! Trophies of girls who had their virginity taken from them by this nigger! Kendra figured tomorrow her trophy would be hanging on Dubois' wall; a trophy worth $20,000! With the alcohol of the champagne she drank in the club and the gin she was drinking here, the young redhead was feeling kind of woozy. Mitzi and Terrance directed her over to the bed in the center. She sat on the side facing the Plexiglas, looking down to the floor below. Could they all watch while she had her cherry popped? Right now, she didn't care. She just wanted to get this over with so she could go home to her Momma. Kendra heard a noise and looked behind her on the bed. Dubois was already pounding his big, black, slab of cock meat into Mitzi lying next to her. "I'll be next, the main attraction!" she thought then she threw the drink back and finished the remainder of the gin. She lay back to watch Mitzi's face contort to the massive fucking she was getting from the giant dick. She screamed a couple of times, signaling her own orgasms. Dubois pulled out of Mitzi's shaved snatch just before he blew his load into her. He was saving it for the pretty redhead. Both Dubois and Mitzi pulled her now almost limp body around and the black man placed her legs on either side of himself with her ankles on his shoulders. Mitzi helped pull the short, sexy dress off the high school junior's body, then unsnapped the sexy bra. They both then laid Kendra back on the mattress. The honors student looked up at Dubois and Mitzi's faces wondering what was going on. She had suddenly felt a chill. When she reached up to check her dress, it was gone! All she grasped were two mounds of her own tender tit flesh Dubois gazed upon the lovely Kendra Jackson's naked body and longed for the day that her lovely mother would also be laid out nude before him, ready to fuck! The evil Negro thought he lusted more for the mother than the daughter! But now it was time for the virgin sacrifice! The 2 by 2 cloth had been placed and all was ready. Kendra was so drunk she hardly realized what was going on. Dubois took one more look at the beautiful, young vagina, checking that indeed the precious hymen was still intact, but would be soon torn away. He eased the big plum head of his nigger dick to the waiting mouth of the innocent hole. He steadied himself, waiting for the exquisite moment when he would take forever what this young girl had been saving, for him. Then he plunged! "AAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH! Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd! It hurts! Take it out, pleeeeease take it out!" the young 16-year old cried as the thick cock head tore through the thin membrane guard of her purity. The deed was done, her innocence was gone, and blood was already seeping onto the cloth that would become a new trophy above a black man's bar. "AAAAAUUUUGGGHHHHH! Pleeeeease your killing meeee! Oh, gawd save me from this big nigger!" cried the desperate young female as her rapist sawed back and forth in the tender chute. "He's killing me, God! This big nigger is killing me!! EEEEEEeeeeeeee!" the young girl screamed again! The ditzy-headed Mitzi was at her head, trying to comfort her, kissing her cheeks, and whispering into her ear. "I know, honey, the first time is always the worst, but you will get used to it. Then it will feel good to you! You'll see!" Kendra knew that her screams for help could not be heard outside of the soundproof room, and that maybe some were watching her being fucked from the club below. But she screamed anyway. It could not be called a rape, because all saw that she lay down willingly. But at that moment, all Kendra cared about was letting her life end, to stop the pain, suffering, torment, and humiliation. But death would not come. Instead she endured two hours of continuous intercourse with the huge nigger taking her in all positions, missionary, cowgirl, and doggy positions. He did not take her ass cherry. He thought he would save that for his birthday! Finally, all slept on the bed the rest of the night. But Terry Dubois gave his new "girl" another good fucking the next morning. After all, he had to get his $20,000 worth, didn't he? Kendra basically lay there grunting with each thrust until she felt his semen fill her yet again. Chapter 7 The black Rolls Royce pulled up in front of the Jackson's house at 10 o'clock the next morning. Kendra eased herself out of the passenger seat and slammed the door behind her. She was still dressed in the obscenely short dress and "cum fuck me" shoes that Dubois had purchased for her. She hoped the neighbors wouldn't notice her lack of clothing. In her hand she carried an envelope. Sandra had been watching for her baby to arrive home. She was not ready for what she saw. A redheaded hooker, walking funny because of the soreness in her groin, was coming down their sidewalk. Her beautiful hair disheveled from being pulled half of the night. The other half sleeping on the big bed between a skinny, blond, white girl and a big, nigger rapist. Sandra opened the door for her daughter who leaped into her arms and began to cry profusely. The mother was kissing her face, trying to console her child from the ordeal she had to suffer. After about five minutes, Kendra dropped the "The Pussy Cats" sack that held her original outfit and handed the envelope to Jeff. Jeff opened it, which contained a note, which he read aloud. "Mr. and Mrs. Jackson. Your daughter, Kendra, is beautiful and very sexy. We had a wonderful time last night and it was worth every dollar of the $20,000 I deducted for the privilege of tearing open her delicate hymen and popping her cherry. As of the present time, the $20,000 that Kendra has taken care of, and the $300 you have taken care of for us, Mrs. Jackson, your family's bill now stands at $79,700.00. I will be in touch soon." And was signed simply, "T.D." As Jeff read to his family the nasty note of what the big nigger had done to his little girl, it almost made him sick enough to throw up. Kendra went to her bathroom and ran a tub of hot water and soaked for a half an hour to give her labia some relief. When she came back into the family room, she had a large, soft terry-cloth bathrobe of her mother's around her. She sat on couch, where she ate some lunch her mother made for her. But first, Sandra handed her daughter one of the "morning after" pills because she didn't know how soon the birth control pills would be effective. She certainly didn't want the 16-year old getting pregnant with that nigger's baby! Kendra told the basics about her time with Dubois, but she went into detail with her mother about the dancers at the Stallion Gentleman's Club. She tried to explain how they moved, how they used the pole, how they split, and how they crawled around and used their asses to entice tips. During that part, Jeff got up and left. "Momma, you remember Karen Hasty, who graduated from our school last year?" asked Kendra of her mother. "She was valedictorian of her class wasn't she?" the pretty auburn-haired mother asked. "Why?" "Well she is now working down at that "gentleman's club" as a stripper, and from the looks of it, she makes a lot of money. But I figured she or her family may have been blackmailed as well. Anyway, she had the word 'slut' tattooed over her pussy. Probably it's only a matter of time until we both will be made to have 'slut' or 'whore' or 'black cock lover' tattooed over ours. I saw all those filthy things tattooed on other girls." Kendra explained. But even as she was telling about it, a tingle in her groin almost made her wish that she and her mom could be denigrated and shamed even more by being branded this way. The mother and daughter team watched the stripper video again that Connie Nix had given them. The daughter was teaching the mother about the basic routines, about three dances to a set, and stripping more off until the dancer was completely naked by the end of the second song. Sandra then explained to her daughter how her "date" with Bob went, how she really enjoyed it, but had to give all but the hidden tip to the goon at the door. She even told her daughter about straddling her dad and feeding him the stranger's cum to him to get back for what he had done to them. They both giggled and laughed about that! Since Jeff did not come back in, Sandy pulled out her cell phone and brought up the picture that Bob took last night. "Oh, Mom!...Oh, Mom!" was all the daughter could say as she saw the picture of spunk oozing out of her mother's puckered hole. That was all that was said because they both laughed hysterically until Jeff came back in. They didn't want to arouse any suspicion over what they were laughing at. At three o'clock, Sandra answered the phone and it was Terrance Dubois. "Mrs. Jackson, I have an appointment for both you and your daughter tonight for a bachelor party. It is at a motel meeting room at a Holiday Inn off of I-285. Since it is a mother-daughter act, the price is $500 where normally I charge $300. You can fuck the guys if you'd like to, but I suggest that you do. Please be there at 9 o'clock sharp. Don't be late." Then the bastard hung up. At 8:45 p.m., Sandra parked her car in front of the motel. She sat and sighed. Kendra handed her mother the vodka bottle they had picked up at a liquor store on the way there. Kendra had already managed to take several swallows of the clear, fire water down her throat. It wasn't much different than what she was given last night to drink before giving her innocence away. Now it was her mother's turn. They thought it might give them some courage, or at least numb the guilt and shame. As the lovely 38-year old mother took several swallows herself, she didn't know if it would help or not. After knocking at the door, it flew open and the guy shouted, "Hey guys! Our entertainment is here!" Kendra walked in with the shimmery purple dress from last night. It was the only sexy dress she had. Her mother walked in with her red gown from last night. It also was the sexiest dress she had. Dubois had texted Sandra telling her they must wear something sexy and revealing to the party to give the boys an "eye full!" They knew Terry meant for them to show as much skin as possible and be ready for sex. Both females smiled and swayed their butts like street-corner hookers. Their asses were grabbed and patted as they walked around the room, saying "hi" to all the men. When they got to the guest of honor, who was to be married tomorrow, the mother-daughter team stopped and gave him a wet, sensual kiss. Kendra was first, but when she was finished, her mother tried to out-do her daughter with her sexy kiss. All the guys whooped and hollered as each woman played the wanton slut. Drinks of champagne were shoved into their hands and they began talking to several of the men, ranging from 18 to 50 years in age. Quite a few times, Kendra and Sandra's breasts and asses were grouped by some of the guys who had already started getting drunk. A chair was placed in the center of the room and the groom-to-be was made to sit down. The rest told the women to give him a good lap dance. Kendra looked at her mom, but went first and sat on the guy's lap, grinding her bottom and cunt into his groin. She could feel the stiff erection grow in his pants. The groom pulled down the top of the honor student's short dress, exposing her tits so he could massage and suck on them. Her nipples became very stiff and her pussy started leaking, wetting the guy's pants, but he didn't seem to care. Kendra kissed him passionately while sitting on his lap. After about five minutes, Sandra came up and pulled her slut daughter off the guy's lap and stood in front of him, reached up under her gown and pulled her lacy, red panties down which dropped to the floor. This sent an immediate yell and whoop from all the guys, knowing that their friend would have a bare pussy rubbed on his groin. The mom rubbed the crotch of the sexy panties into his face, to give him a smell of her snatch. "She's just a kid, guys. Let me show you what a real woman can do!" she yelled. As soon as Sandy sat on his lap facing him, she smiled and pulled her own gown top down, exposing her bare tits. The guys again whooped and yelled, making lewd comments about "Momma's titties" and "She has a great rack for a MILF!" This seemed to excite and charge Sandra to outdo her own daughter in nastiness as she held her breasts for him to suck, licked her own nipples, and also kissed him deeply. It was like the 38-year old wife and mother was going wild. Of course, much of it had to do with the alcohol she had consumed already. When they were done with the groom, the men had brought out a single bed mattress from somewhere and dropped it on the floor. As mother and daughter stood wondering what was next, the crowd of rowdy, drunken men started chanting "Sixty-nine! Sixty-nine! Sixty-nine!" over and over. Sandra pulled her daughter off to a side of the room where she could hear her. "Momma, what are they chanting about? What's 69?" Kendra asked in her innocence. The 38-year old mother, with her breasts still exposed, spoke loudly in her ear what they were expecting! The girl's eyes grew large and her mouth flew open wide. "We have to do what?" she yelled. Sandra told her in her ear, "You heard me! We get naked and one lies on the mattress on her back, while the other climbs over her and eats her pussy out while the one on the bottom eats the pussy out of the one on top! We both have to cum! Kendra, we have to do this! If word gets back to Dubois that we failed in our job here, there's no telling what he might do! Now buck up and eat me out!" the mother screamed. Sandra immediately left her daughter, came to the mattress, and dropped her gown so that she was completely nude. The men yelled and roared. "Hot Momma!" "MMMMmmmmm, look at those titties!" "I want me some of that!" could be heard from the crowd. The object of the men's lust laid down on her back on the mattress and looked at her daughter sternly! She mouthed the words so her daughter would understand, "Come here, and eat me! NOW!" Slowly, the 16-year old beauty approached her nude mother lying on the mattress and dropped her own dress to the floor. She then dropped her black lacy bra, then matching panties. Slowly the honor student climbed over her mother's body, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered her mouth to her mother's vagina. The same hole that she had come out of 16 years earlier, she was now performing lesbian sex on! But then she felt her mother clamp her mouth over her own pussy and started her own lesbian action. The mother slobbered, tongued, chewed, and made love to her daughter's labia and clit. Kendra got so excited from the wonderful feelings her mother was giving her that she really became wild in copying what her own mother was doing to her! She began to inhale the musky female smell of her own mother's vagina. That in itself excited her! Both female's faces were covered in juices from the other. Both moaned, and oooo'd, and ahhhh'd in erotic bliss until the daughter could stand it no longer. She let loose with an ear-piercing scream "I'm cumming!! AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!" The men yelled and cheered. Now they chanted "Cum Mom! Cum Mom! Cum Mom!" while the daughter went back to eating her own mother's twat. It wasn't long until Sandra screamed, "Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd! Oh, gawd! Eat me you slutty, little bitch! EEEYYYAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!" followed by more roaring yells and applause from their horny and drunk audience. After Kendra rolled off of her mother, both lay on the mattress trying to catch their breath. Each female was sweaty and breathing heavily. Some of the men had been jacking off their dicks to the nasty sight of mother-daughter incest and lesbian sex. Some of the ejaculate fell on each of the females, and they could feel the sperm dripping off their skin, further degrading them. The women sat up and the attendees pushed drinks into each woman's hand. These were much stiffer drinks than the champagne they had earlier, but they didn't care. They started drinking them and chatting with some of the men and occasionally wiping white, sticky cum off different body parts. Sandra noticed some of the men going around the group and silently gathering money from members of the group. When the women had finished their drinks, the bachelor party leader spoke. "Ladies that was a tremendous performance y'all put on for us! I know y'all will be getting' other calls to do bachelor parties. But the guys want to sweeten the pot a little for you two! We will give each of you $200 extra if you let each us fuck you bareback! How about it?" asked the best man who was in charge of the party. Kendra looked over at her mother questioningly as to the meaning of the term "bareback." She told her, "Without any condoms. They cum up inside of us!" The lovely honor student thought about it a moment then looking at her mom and shrugged her shoulders and said, "Sure. Why not?" Sandra looked at the leader and said, "We're game!" said the hot-looking MILF. "But no ass fucking and payment comes up front!" she demanded as she held out her hand. Sandra counted out the cash and handed Kendra half of it. Both whores retrieved their small purses and placed them between them on the mattress to assure that no one would steal the money while they were getting royally fucked. Each man had his turn with both mother and daughter. Some shot their cum up into their bellies, some shot their loads on their breasts, some shot on their face and hair. The guys that came inside them secretly wished that his seed would make the woman pregnant. They would love to see their bellies swollen with their bastard children! While some were standing around waiting for their turn, jacking off and keeping their dicks hard, the women offered to suck their cocks to keep them erect. Each woman got at least one unexpected load of sperm shot into their mouths. Neither Sandra nor Kendra were sober enough to drive home. They had numerous invitations from the guys to get a room there at the motel to sleep it off, But the MILF mother knew that they would just be screwed again, probably all night. They called Jeff to come pick them up outside of the Holiday Inn. The women stood waiting out front in the cold air of the evening hoping that it would help sober them up. When Jeff arrived mother and daughter climbed into the back seat, and Kendra said, "Hi, Dad!" and Sandra, "Hi, honey!" But the two giggled and sniggered all the way home like two junior-high girls, smelling of liquor and stale cum. When they got home, Jeff was shocked at their cum covered bodies. Each one took their hands and smeared off another man's cum and wiped it on Jeff's face. "Here's your winnings for tonight, Dad!" and they both laughed as they went to Kendra's room to shower. They both slept naked in Kendra's bed that night. Each ate the other to orgasm at least once during the night. ____________________Chapter 8 Sunday morning, both Kendra and Sandra had bad, hangover headaches and sick stomachs, but each was determined to make it to 11 o'clock service at Riverdale Baptist Church. Anyway, somebody had to go by the Holiday Inn and get Sandra's car on the way home. Jeff and Kendra stopped to get Chinese food for dinner on the way home. At 3 p.m. Sandra received a text message that read, "Both Be at Pink Paradise Club, 6 p.m. T.D." When they looked it up in the phone book, they found it to be a strip joint in Decatur, a suburb of Atlanta. Jeff offered to drive them and wait on them, but they assured him that they wouldn't be drinking much tonight. At least they hoped they wouldn't. Sandra and her redheaded daughter arrived on time at 6 p.m. When they went in Dubois was at the "greeter" booth where ID's were checked the cover charge was taken. The black thug told Kendra to show her new ID, which she did. Minors were not allowed in the club. Dancers were already on stage doing their routines. The surroundings were not as near elaborate as at the downtown club, but there was a stage, music, tables, and a bar. That was all that was necessary. The dancers didn't look as nice either. Actually, most folks in the South would consider them "white trash." During a break in the music, a woman about 30 years old, blond hair and a full figure came up to the three. Dubois introduced her as Maxine, his manager of the club. She was told to show the two new girls the back dressing rooms, lockers, and how to work the floor. Before Dubois left, he set up their rules. They were to come in with no cash at all. They would be searched before they left by one of the bouncers. All money would be turned over to them and they would receive a receipt. "Some of these girls have had bad 'accidents' and 'bad falls' when they don't play by the rules," he threatened. He turned and left without saying another word. Maxine took the women first to a hidden area called the V.I.P. area. One could barely see inside but black lights would make certain fabrics and colors glow. She explained that a customer could get a lap dance here for $20. This was where the good money was to be made. They could get all the way nude and grind on the guys, or girls, all they wanted too, just no sex, and the guys were not allowed to touch the girls with their hands at all. If they did, she showed them a huge Mexican who would pick them up and throw them out of the club. She introduced them to the DJ who would play the songs they wanted to have played for their set on stage. They were responsible for showing him which songs to play from a large CD collection before each set. Each had to tip the DJ ten dollars each night for playing their music. She introduced them to the barmaid for the night, Carrie Ann. They had to pay for their own drinks and tip her ten dollars each night from their earnings. Maxine took the mother and daughter back to the dressing room. As they went, they could feel the lust of the men at the tables, undressing them with their eyes, even though they were just wearing tight sweaters and blue jeans. Maxine showed them the dressing mirrors and lockers. They would have to share a mirror together because of space. Each would share a locker since they were mother and daughter. The girls in the dressing room were pretty friendly, though they started calling Sandra "Mom" because she was much older than all of them. They asked Kendra how old she was, since she looked so young. "S....Twenty-one." she said, catching herself before she could say sixteen. They knew that she wasn't telling the truth because each one knew the unscrupulous Terrance Dubois. "If you have a problem with any of these bitches back here, you settle it among yourselves. I don't want to hear it! Don't bring me into your personal problems or personal lives!" Maxine flatly told the pair. Maxine took the mother and daughter back out to the floor and asked if they had any questions. "Can we work as a team, like say Naughty Nurses or Cowgirls?" Sandra asked. "Sure, it might cut your earnings in half, but then it might help since it would be a novelty act. Some of these guys would probably get off seeing mother and daughter doing sex and pay extra! Whatever you get, Terry gets it all for now. If you do a good job, cause no trouble, and get out of debt with Terry, you can have a job here," the manager explained. They really didn't plan on working in a sleazy strip joint after they had settled their debt, but one really doesn't know the future. Mother and daughter were each given a Coke on the house and placed at an out of the way table where they could watch not only the girls on stage but watch into the V.I.P area as well. Maxine's last instructions were, "This is the only training you will have, so watch the other girls. First night you come in, you will be expected to present a good set of dances, and be naked before the second song ends. You both will stay until 10 o'clock tonight, then you will be free to leave." Maxine turned and walked away and they didn't see her for the rest of the night. They did closely observe the moves and dancing of the girls, how they spun around on the pole, how they got their tips by sticking their asses up to have dollar bills stuffed in their garter straps. They took note of the different costumes. Some came out in Victoria's Secret lingerie; some came out in short shorts and a tank top. Most all had lacy thongs and bras, and all were usually naked halfway through the second song. The quicker they got naked, the quicker they would start getting tips. They studied the girls going in and out of the V.I.P area. The girls would get naked right away and bump, grind, and rub against their customers for one song. Sometimes the guys would pay for a second and third lap dance. The guys would suck the dancers' titties; big tits and small tits, it didn't matter. One girl was humping one guy's dick with a condom that glowed in the black light! Even though that was against the rules, the big Mexican didn't seem to mind. At 10 p.m., Sandra and Kendra figured they had seen enough and would be able to leave. As they made their way through the table area, they were propositioned and whistled at all along the way. Several men wanted them to sit down with them at their tables. Sandy even got smacked on her bottom once! But finally they made their way out and to their car. Their clothes reeked with cigarette smoke again, so they had to strip and shower when they got home. Kendra was planning on returning back to school tomorrow. Jeff was already in bed, but Sandra, seeing all the dancers seducing the men, was horny and jumped her husband and he shot a good-sized load into his wife. She slept with him that night, and she stayed naked and his cum leaked onto the bed sheets. Chapter 9 Kendra did go back to school the next day which was Monday. Her friends thought she was kind of different, but they attributed it to the shock of the home invasion. They didn't know that it was due to losing her virginity to a big, black nigger. She shied away from several of her black friends. Monday was a free night for the mother-daughter team and they were glad. Kendra got caught up on the work she had missed and her mother tried to finish some of their costumes for both the strip club and bachelor parties. The next day, Sandra went back to the thrift store and a couple others, looking for fancy dresses for herself and her daughter for going out and being whores. She couldn't just walk up to the clerk and ask where the whore clothing would be. From her shopping experience over the last 20 years, she knew the clothing stores at the mall would be too pricey for the kind of slinky dresses they needed. And they just didn't have the money. Tuesday at 3 p.m. sharp, Sandra received a text message from Dubois. Kendra would report back to the Pink Paradise alone, and her mother would go to a place called "Sensual Touch." In looking it up in phone directory, she found it to be a massage parlor. The redheaded daughter was confident she could manage the strip joint by herself. She wore the shimmery purple dress that she wore the night Dubois stole her virginity. But her Dad insisted that he would drive her there at 6 p.m. and go back to get her at 10 o'clock. Sandra made her way to Sensual Touch, also in Decatur. After parking in the parking lot close to the building, she went through the door that had a canopy covering on the side. Inside was a very small waiting room, a window, and a locked door. The opening of the door had rung a bell in the back so an Asian lady came to the window. "I need to speak to the manager, please. My name is Sandra, and Terrance DuBois sent me." "Ah, okay, Sandra. I am the manager and I am Soon Lee. I have been expecting you. Please come on back, Sandra," the small woman instructed. When she pushed a button, the door to the back unlocked, and opened a little way. As Sandra stepped through, Soon Lee explained that she must always be sure to close the door shut behind her so it will be locked. They were in a larger room, which was brightly lit. Soft New Age music was playing through a sound system to give atmosphere. Several other women were sitting around, some reading, some texting, and one was fixing her make-up. All were scantily dressed, mostly in lingerie. "Ladies, this is Sandra, but we will give her a working name. She is new. Terry Dubois sent her so please help her along if she needs help, okay?" the manager spoke, but most of the women weren't really interested. "As long as she doesn't steal our good customers," one of the females said. "She's a looker!" The others giggled at the joke, but Sandra failed to see the humor in it. "Come on back, Sandra I will show you where to get changed," the tiny Asian lady said as she went through a beaded curtain to the back. A long hallway went straight ahead, and a shorter hall went to the right, but the manager turned left into a locked room in which she pressed a code into a keypad to enter. Once inside, there were benches, chairs, a long vanity with lavatories and mirrors, and a small toilet room off to the side. No door was available for any privacy in the toilet. "Did you come dressed in anything to work tonight, Sandra?" Soon Lee asked. "No, I really didn't know what would be expected tonight. I'm sorry!" the pretty wife and mother apologized. "It's quite simple really," the tiny Asian explained as she handed Sandra a plain but clean wrap around cover, like one might expect a regular masseuse might wear. "Here, strip down completely and put this on. Put your clothes in this locker. Keep the key so your stuff will be safe from the other sticky finger bitches." As Sandra began stripping off her clothing, the manager continued. "Massage sessions are $40 a half hour, $60 an hour. If they ask for you to strip, it's $20 more. If they ask for a hand job, it's $10 more. If they ask for a blowjob it's $20 more. If they want to fuck you it's $50 more. The only thing you ask the customer is how long of a session does the customer want, half hour or hour. You do not under any circumstances mention anything about the other services. You let them ask you! If you ask them if they would like anything else, you could be arrested for solicitation for prostitution. You would be arrested on the spot if the guy was a cop and be taken to jail. But also, you would be out of a job here, and Mr. Dubois would be very angry! Do you understand, Sandra!" "Yes, I understand," replied the auburn haired beauty as she was just then slipping down her lacy panties to finish getting naked. "Let me see you," Soon Lee abruptly asked. She reached and mashed Sandra's breasts and pulled the nipples on each that had gotten erect. She pushed her fingers into Sandra's slit then brought her fingers up to smell. This really embarrassed the mother. "You okay, Sandra. You keep your pussy clean, okay? Use feminine douche or whatever. No fishy smell, okay?" "Yes, I understand," replied Sandra with a red face. "You can bring your own lingerie to wear if you like. The sexier you display yourself out front, the more customers you will get. But you will always have boobs, pussy, and ass covered when you are in reception room, okay?" asked the short Asian, now speaking with more of her Korean accent. "I see you have wedding rings, that's good, some guys like that sort of thing, knowing someone else's wife is massaging them then giving blowjob. Gives them extra thrill to fuck some other man's woman, you understand?" "Yes," replied the pretty wife, thinking about her "date" with Bob. "Okay, you will be given shift hours and days. We open 7 days a week, from 9 a.m. to 3 a.m. We have men come in here all different hours wanting to fuck. So if you think you get morning or afternoon shift that you won't earn as much, not necessarily true! Okay?" Again with the "okay" Sandra thought. "Yes, I understand." she replied. "Now, you take all money up to manager on duty before you start while the customer gets 'comfortable.' Manager will keep a record of your earnings and will give you your money minus $50 tip for manager and fee for the house. Just $50 for both. Since you working for Mr. Dubois right now, you will get a receipt at end of night for how much money you made for him. Once you out of debt with him, and you cause no trouble here and are good worker, you are welcome to stay and continue to work. Lots of women make $1,000 a week, if they have good customers that like them. They might tip you more for a good fuck, especially if you let them do you in the ass. You wear condom for fuck in pussy. If you let man fuck you in ass, it's your choice if you let him do you bareback. Just keep your ass hole clean. Okay?" asked Soon Lee. "Yes, I understand." replied Sandra. "Okay, you are older than most girls that we have. How old are you?" asked the manager. "I'm 38," replied the young wife. "You look good for 38, Sandra. We have had some older. They were real skanks! You will do well. You are very pretty. Now, we need to give you a working name. You good Christian lady, aren't you?" asked the small Asian. Sandra was somewhat taken back by the question. Obviously, Dubois had shared with her about her background. It made her blush, to be working as a whore in a place like this but be known as a "good Christian lady!" "Yes, I am a Christian." Sandra softly answered with disgrace. "No reason to be ashamed, Sandra. We have had pastor's wives work here and do good job! How about 'Sheba' like the Queen of Sheba?" inquired Soon Lee. The revelation about pastors' wives shocked Sandra, but eventually the fact would make her feel better about herself. "Yes, that would be fine. 'Sheba' would be fine." "Now, final exam, Sheba. A customer likes your looks and picks you for an hour massage. You take him to a back room. What do you do?" questioned the short Asian woman. Sandra stood thinking for a few moments. So much to remember and to add up. "I take him to the room and close the door and ask him if he wants half hour or hour massage. He says hour and I get $60 from him. I ask him to get comfortable on the table. I take the money to...oh, I ask him if he.." "No, no no!! You have just been arrested for soliciting for prostitution and will have disgraced your husband and Mr. Dubois is mad at you! You don't want that, believe me! Tell me again, what do you do?" scolded Soon Lee. Sandy figured what would happen if she made Dubois mad by being arrested and fired. That realization shook Sandra, so she knew she must get it all correct. "I bring him to the room, ask which massage he wants, collect the money and take it to front to the manager. Then come back to the room to give the massage." "Good, Sandy. Now you get back to the room, and he wants a 60-minute massage. You have him lie on his front and you rub him down good with the oil we provide. You watch your time on the clock, after about 20 minutes, you have customer turn on his back. This is his favorite part. He can watch you in your eyes and while you smile at him. You rub him good on arms chest, belly, and legs. Then, most importantly, you concentrate on his cock, get it good and stiff and slick with oil, but you do not make him cum, just excite him and rub his balls. Now usually the guy will ask for extra because he knows you will make a good fuck. He first asks for you to get naked. You take another $20 from him right then, and put it in a lock box like this." The manager showed Sandra a lockbox with a keypad combination. "You turn so he does not see your combination. Only then do you slip your covering off and continue rubbing but go back to his slick dick rubbing it good. You can lick the pre-cum off the end. This usually does the trick. Then he asks if he can fuck you. What do you do?" "I collect $50 more from him, put it in the lock box blocking his view of the keypad, then I let him fuck me," replied the pretty wife. "Before you let him fuck you, what do you do?" questioned the manager. "Oh, I put a condom on him before I let him fuck me!" answered Sandra. "And if he wants bareback from you?" asked Soon Lee. "I say 'sorry, I only fuck with a condom!' then keep on rubbing." Sandy explained. "Very good! You pass final exam, Sheba! While customer gets dress you, slip on a robe, or what you have on now, take the money from lockbox, tell him you will be right back. You take the money up to the manager and then go right back and escort him back to reception room. You give him a kiss on the cheek and ask him to come back to see you! You see, Sheba? Massage business is easy, just rubbing and fucking! Just remember the rules!" finished the small Asian manager. Soon Lee took the desperate wife back to the reception room and introduced her the rest of the girls, or women in some cases, as Sheba, and that she will be working with them for a while. Each female introduced herself by her "working" name. Just then the buzzer sounded, and a middle-age white guy came in and each lady stood and introduced themselves..."I'm Starla...I'm Peaches..." on around until it got to Sandra when she realized she had to introduce herself! "Oh, I'm San...no, I'm Sheba!" "I think I'll take Starla." the man chose. Starla smiled and took him by the hand to go back to a room. The young girl knew she had just made money! Then the others sat back down to wait for the next customer. When Sandy sat back down on a love seat sofa, another women, a redhead, sat with her and struck up a conversation. The others went back to reading a magazine, watching TV, or doing a puzzle book, doing anything to pass the time. "Hi, I'm Dee Dee," she said as she held out her hand to the newbie to shake. "I'm Sheba, oh, well I guess you already know," she said. "Is Dee Dee your real name or working name?" asked the auburn-haired beauty. "Oh, we just know one another by our working names. No real first or last names are known. It's better that way, for various reasons," replied Sandra's new friend. Dee Dee spoke with a natural Southern accent. However, when the introductions were made earlier, some of the girls definitely had Yankee accents. So Sandy was glad to have a "local" girl to befriend. "Dee Dee, that girl, Starla, who just went back with that man, she didn't look any older than my daughter who is 16!" whispered "Sheba." "Oh, officially, she's 21. But Dubois will let girls who are 18-20 work here, like co-eds from Georgia Tech who owe him money. The massage parlor business is watched by not only local but state officials, so he doesn't want to take any chances with under-age girls," Dee Dee explained. Sandra then deduced why Kendra wasn't to be sent here, she definitely looked too young. However, with the "sexy school girl outfit and pony tails on each side of her head, Starla looked like she could be 16! "Oh, since we are talking about age, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you, Sheba?" inquired the pretty redhead. "I'm 38," Sandy answered. "Get out of here! Girl you can't be no 38! You look younger than I do and I'm 30!" Dee Dee blurted out, and some of the other girls turned around to get another look at the new "girl." "Yes, I really am, and thanks for the compliment!" replied Sandra. "Well you will do well here, girl. There are some guys who like the "older" MILF types, especially some of the young ones. I think I think they have some kind of Oedipus complex or something'. I think they have always wanted to fuck their mother!" laughed Dee Dee. Sandra was sort of shocked about that. But then she remembered that she had a feeling that her own daughter wanted to have sex with her! Chapter 10 Kendra walked into The Pink Paradise on Tuesday at 5 o'clock. Even though it was a "school night" Dubois had called and said that they had a couple of girls call in, and she needed to be there for a 6 o'clock shift. Maxine told the Jackson women that they better be ready when they came to work. Kendra was about as ready as she would ever be. She asked for Maxine at the entrance ID check and the guy waved his hand over at the bar. The pretty redhead looked out of place in a place like this, but that was how it was going to have to be. "I'm glad to see you are early. You need to be here at least half an hour before your shift starts. You need to be ready to go on stage at your shift begin time. You go to school don't you, dear?" Maxine asked. "Yes," answered a subdued Kendra. "That's no problem. If someone asks for your ID, remember to show the one Dubois gave you. I don't think you will find any of your classmates here, but you might see one of your male teachers! Let's go on back to the dressing area," directed the buxom blond. That last statement kind of worried the high school junior. There was an empty spot back where the girls got dressed and undressed. An empty locker was shown to the girl to put her belongings in and she remembered to bring a combination lock, the same as she used at high school. "Remember what I told you about these sticky fingered bitches back here, darlin'" Maxine reminded. "Have you and mom thought of stage names yet?" "Yeah, we thought we would use Trixie and Dixie, I would be Trixie and Momma would be Dixie, if that was okay." Kendra answered. "That's okay. None of these bitches are using those names right now, so it will be okay. I'll post your name on the dressing mirror and your locker. I'm going out to tell the DJ to put you on at 6. Be sure and get out there and give him your 3 songs for your set. I know you'll do good honey! I can see you are a smart girl and you'll be fine. Just remember all the rules I told ya'." Maxine put "Dixie / Trixie" on 2 wide strips of masking tape with a Sharpie pen and put one at the top of Kendra's mirror and another on the empty locker nearby. Then she was gone. Kendra hung up her coat and placed her purse with her fake ID in the locker. She had brought the purple dress to use tonight, and a pair of Daisy Dukes and a plaid shirt that she would tie up under her boobs. She had gotten these from the stash of clothes obtained from Connie that her daughter had left when she ran off with a black guy. The timid redhead carefully locked her valuables in the locker. When she sat back down, a nude woman came up and sat down beside her, carrying a couple of pieces of clothing in her hand. She appeared to be in her late twenties, blond, but her tits weren't as big as her mother's or hers. "Hi there, darlin'! I'm Hot Stuff! Oh, not really, but I have had a couple of boyfriends who thought I was!" the friendly woman spoke as she put out her hand. "Hi, I'm Ken...I'm Trixie," Kendra laughed more of nervousness than anything. This was the first time she had talked to a nude stranger of any sex before. "I'm still getting used to this 'stage name' thing." "Don't worry darlin', you'll get used to it. I can see that you are going to be a natural 'exotic dancer'!" the woman joked. The two chatted about trivial things while Kendra started undressing. "Hot Stuff" continued sitting around nude like it was a natural thing. She did have tiny bits of glitter all over her body. She made the 16-year old feel more comfortable. A couple of dancers came by and kidded about "robbing the cradle" and "Does your daddy know you're here, little girl?" But the redhead didn't let it bother her though. She remembered that Maxine called them "bitches," so she figured that the name fit. When the honor student was completely naked, it now didn't seem so unnatural since another nude woman was beside her. She slipped on a lacy thong and the purple shimmering dress. Wasn't much to get dressed with when you're just going to take it right back off, she thought. As Kendra was fixing he make-up in the mirror, Hot Stuff leaned over and asked her, "Honey, do you mind if I show you some techniques that might help?" "Sure! I'd love anything you can show me," replied the young girl. Hot Stuff began to show her new friend how to apply her make-up to make her look older. She explained that in another "lifetime" she had gone to cosmetology school, and learned how to make older women look younger, which is what most wanted. But she also had done some theatrical cosmetic work, in which many of the young actresses needed to look older. Kendra was shown how to apply the foundation, rouge, powder, eyeliner, etc. to give her a more mature look. All the time the experienced lady was sitting in front of Kendra, the young girl stared at her boobs. She hadn't bothered to cover with anything since her set was over. Kendra knew that her momma's breasts were more beautiful, because the areolas were larger, darker, and her nipples stood out more. Her moms were very symmetrical and did not sag. This woman could not say that. "There, how does that look, darlin'" asked the blond? "Oh, that looks great, Hot Stuff! Thank you!" exclaimed the new dancer. "You are welcome, and you can just call me 'Hottie' for short!" then laughed. "Okay, thank you Hottie! Oh, I better go and pick out my music before my set is up at 6!" exclaimed Kendra as she turned around to go. "Wait, sweetie! Use this, I've got a bunch of 'em. I'm sure you will be needing someplace to stash all your loot!" the woman said as she tossed the high school girl a fancy black garter to go around her leg. "Thanks! I had forgotten all about that," said Kendra as she was pulling it up her smooth, young leg. With the very high-heeled shoes that were bought for her last week, the girl was still unsure of her footing, but soon got the hang of it. After going to the DJ booth and choosing her three songs, Kendra went and sat down close to the stage. There weren't many customers in being early on a weeknight, but that suited the young honor student, since this was her first night. She had taken gymnastics, and dance lessons while in grammar school and junior-high. Now she was going to see if they would pay off. "Now, for you viewing and lusting pleasure, please welcome our newest addition here at the Pink Paradise, Trixie!" came the intro from the DJ. This was it, it's now or never. The high school junior, who had been made up to look to be in her twenties, took the stage and waited for her first song to come on. She had chosen "You Can Leave Your Hat On" by Joe Cocker, a good bump and grind song. All the things she had learned on Connie Nix's DVD were starting to come to her and before she knew it, the popular Baptist girl was dancing in a strip joint! In her nervousness, the shimmering dress had come off by the end of the song. So the redhead was only in her lacy panties. The second song was slower and she put more expression in her moves and used the pole some. She played with her breasts and run her fingers between her legs over her crotch. This started making her panties wet. By the end of the second song, the junior honor student from Riverdale Baptist was buck-naked on a stage with a growing number of horny men watching her! The last song was Nina Simone's cover of "I Put A Spell On You." A very sexy, blues number that gave the sexy redhead ample time to work her audience. Guy after guy kept coming up and slipping one and five dollar bills into her garter. Each time she would give them a kiss on the cheek, then turn over on her back, spread her legs, and played with her pussy for them. By the end of the song, every guy in the place, as well as two waitresses had come to tip the young girl! The applause was loud, and Kendra was so proud of herself as she waved to her admirers before she came down off the stage. At the end, she wasn't a bit ashamed about her nudity. Chapter 11 Not two minutes after Dee Dee had finished her explanation about the younger men, a young guy, kind of nerdy, but rather cute came in. When he looked at the choices, he picked Dee Dee because he was one of her regulars. "Hey, hot mama! I'm going to take Sheba back with me to help her on her first day, okay?" yelled the woman at Soon Lee. "Okay, you both work out your pay," the manager yelled back. Dee Dee took her customer and Sandy back to one of the vacant rooms. If a room was occupied, it had a red light on over the door. "Appropriate," Sandy thought. She asked the young man, whose name was Tommy, what he would like today. "You know what I always get, Dee Dee!" replied the boy with glasses. "Yeah, yeah, I know, Tommy. This is Sheba and she's new here, besides it's the rules that you tell me. You know that!" Dee Dee replied. Tommy said he understood and he wanted a half-hour massage. So Sandy's new friend collected the money and told Tommy to get comfortable on the table. As they were going back with the money, Dee Dee told Sandra that she was giving her the whole pay. Sandra tried to refuse, saying he was her customer. But the pretty redhead told her no, she insisted, because one day, Sheba could pay her back. She didn't need to give all her earnings to that damn mother-fuckin' Dubois. Upon returning to the massage room, Dee Dee said, "Tommy, like I told you, this is Sheba and she will be helping me today. Go ahead and lie on your front, if that hard-on of yours can stand it!" joked Dee Dee, since Tommy had gotten "comfortable" but was just sitting on the table, in anticipation of maybe two fine looking MILF's. The back rub started and it wasn't a few minutes before the experience masseuse has concentrating on his rectum, even licking, and rimming it a couple of times. He moaned as she was playing with him. After she told him to turn over, Dee Dee started to going over Tommy's limbs, his neck, his torso, but then, of course wound up on his pecker. It wasn't but about five inches long, but Dee Dee got it up fast. "Dee, could I have you take your clothes off and let me fuck you?" asked Tommy. "Sure, baby! Mommy will take care of his little boy!" came her reply. Tommy quickly paid the extra money and it was quickly locked away in the lock box. Dee Dee and Sandra both dropped their coverings. Tommy thought that these nude ladies were two of the most beautiful MILF's he had ever seen. Dee took a condom, climbed on top of the table, and wrapped Tommy's dick, then she slowly eased herself down onto it while she straddled the young man. "Do you like fucking Mommy, Tommy?" Dee Dee asked as a mother would speak to a toddler. "Oh, yes, Mommy. You know I do!" he answered quickly. Then Sandra moved closer to you young man. "Would you like to nurse on Mommy's tits, Tommy?" the redhead asked as she nodded to her partner with the auburn hair. "Oh yes, please, Mommy, can I suck your titties?" Tommy asked as he looked toward the wife and mother of a girl not much younger than he was. Sandra bent over Tommy's face and held a breast out for the young man to suckle. He latched on and began to suckle just like a baby would, much like she remembered how Kendra had done as a baby. "That's a good boy, Tommy. Drink all the milk that Mommy has for you in her breasts!" Sandra cooed at the young man. She could hardly believe she was doing this, but yet here she was, standing naked in a room while her friend rode a stranger's cock, and she was feeding a young adult man her breasts and nipples as if it were a normal thing! The surrogate mother alternated from one breast to another because he was really sucking hard. Tommy's sucking was really getting Sandy hot and wet in her cunt. It wasn't a long time with this double "Mommy" treatment that Tommy shot his load up into Dee Dee's twat but captured by the condom. "That's a gooood boy, Tommy! You gave your Mommy a good load of his sperm today. Maybe you will have a little brother or sister!" the redhead complimented the young man as she climbed off the table. Dee Dee pulled off the condom from his deflating dick and showed both Tommy and Sandy what a good size load he had given her. Sheba and Dee put their coverings back on, went up and handed Soon Lee the extra money. Sandra went back and got Tommy just as he finished fastening his belt. She just brought him to her bosom and hugged him as she would a 12 year old and walked him back to the front with her arm around his shoulders. Both ladies kissed him on the cheek, and Tommy left a very happy and satisfied young man. As they sat back down, Dee Dee told Sandra, "You see, you just got to roll with the flow and make the customer happy, within reason of course!" Sandra only got one customer that night by herself. It was a middle-aged guy who seemed nice. He wanted Sandy to get naked and give him a hand job. At the end of the night, at 10 o'clock Sandra was finished with her shift and Soon Lee gave her a receipt. Dee was getting off at the same time so she asked her if she wanted to go get coffee. Sandra said that she needed to call her daughter to make sure she was all right. She didn't tell her right then that this was her first night working in a strip club! When she called Kendra on her cell phone, she found out that her night went well and she had made $400, which, she was told was good for a slow, Sunday night. Her dad had just picked her up and he was taking her home. Now the mother could breathe easy knowing that her baby was safe. "Tell your dad that I'm going to get coffee with a friend and don't know when I will be home. Bye Sweetie! "Let's go get that coffee now, Miss Dee!" she told her friend and they went to a nearby Waffle House. * * * For two hours, Sandra and Dee Dee talked and told each other their life stories, and their problems. It seemed like they were old friends. Sandra told her companion about her family's perfect life before Terrance Dubois came into the picture, about the extortion and blackmail. She told her about Dubois raping her 16-year old daughter and taking her virginity for $20,000. She even told her that when she called her daughter tonight, she had just gotten off from her first night working at a strip joint there in Decatur. Dee told Sheba that her real name was Barbara. Even though she was only 30, she had already been married twice and divorced twice. She even tried "shacking-up" till she really found out how much of a son of a bitch he was. Seems he was going back around, screwing his old girlfriends. Now she was living alone not far from where they were sitting. She had been a real-estate agent, but when the housing market collapsed, she wasn't making any money, so she had to do something in order to eat and pay a house payment. Sandra looked at her receipt for tonight's work. It seemed like a small pittance compared to the balance of their debt to Dubois, and she told Barbara so. "So because of your husband, you and your daughter are whoring yourselves out to Dubois who, in turn, is pimping y'all out to different sex jobs. If you don't mind me saying, I think your husband is a real bastard," Dee Dee said, trying to comfort her new auburn-haired friend. "That's funny," Sandy replied. "When you told me about your boyfriend, I thought that my husband was a real son of a bitch too!" Sandra came back and both laughed at the comparisons. About fifteen minutes past midnight, Sandy came into her house, which was dark except for a light in the kitchen. Barbara had bought each of them a sandwich at the Waffle House, so she wasn't hungry. She peeked in on Kendra who turned over when she opened the door. "Did I waken you, honey?" the loving mother asked. "No, momma, I just woke up when I heard your car pull in. I've been asleep. I've got a test in Chemistry tomorrow, but I don't think it will give me any problem. Sandra sat on the side of her daughter's bed and each briefly told the other about their night of working as sex objects for Dubois. "I'm glad y'all gave me dance and gymnastics when I was younger because it really helped tonight!" "I'm glad, honey. Now you go on back to sleep and I'll see you in the morning. G'night. Love you," Sandy said as she kissed her daughter on the cheek. "G'night, momma. Love you too" her daughter said as she also kissed her mother on the cheek. She rolled back over and was sound asleep in 15 seconds. Jeff was already in bed asleep when Sandra slipped in their broom. She didn't care because she didn't want to talk with him or be intimate with him anyway. She already had all that for one night. Chapter 12 Wednesday at noon, Sandy received a phone call from DuBois while Kendra was at school. "Mrs. Jackson, this is Terrance Dubois. How are you this morning?" "I know who you are and why do you care how I am this morning you bastard!" snapped the mother back to her phone caller. "Now, now, Sandra. Don't be so nasty. After all I am giving you a way to help out your husband aren't I? I just wanted to call and say what a great job you and your lovely daughter have been doing. Both of you have really exceeded my expectations," complimented the black man. Sandra really wasn't interested in praise from the unscrupulous excuse for a man. All she was interested in was getting rid of the nigger out of her life forever! The silence through the phone was deafening, so she spoke up, "So what do you want?" "I have some work for you to do and Kendra as well if she wants to help. There is a convention starting up tonight in town, some pharmaceutical sales thing, and I would like for you and your pretty daughter to get some experience in being aggressive in finding work on your own. I understand that poor Kendra is still using the dress I got for her last Friday. I'm going to send over a formal gown that one of my girls, shall we say, won't be needing anymore," explained Dubois. Sandra didn't like the implication of that last statement. "Did he have her killed, or just put her in the hospital where she can't be his whore?" she wondered in her mind but did not verbalize to her tormentor. "It should be there in about an hour. It is a petite size, and I think it will fit your young girl nicely. I will want you two to go to the Hyatt Midtown this evening and be there at 6 o'clock. I want you and Kendra to go to the hotel bar and look your best and let some lucky convention attendee pick you up, each of you. Of course, you can both go for a three-some, but you will probably make more money individually. And making more money to get your husband out of debt is what it's all about, isn't it Sandra?" asked Dubois. Again, silence as the pimp waited for his answer. "Yes," was all the wife could say. "You do like the sex don't you, Sandra?" asked the blackmailer to his whore. Again, silence. He was waiting for her to answer him with the degrading answer she knew she had to give him. Finally, she said, "Yes!" "Yes, what Sandra?" returned Dubois. That son of a bitch Sandy thought. "Yes, I like the sex!" she spat at the pig. "And Kendra, likes the sex too, doesn't she, Sandra?" again tormented the man. "Yes," came her answer. "Yes, what, Sandra?" again was his reply. "Yes, Kendra likes the sex as well!" Now the mother was almost yelling and crying at the same time into the phone. "Good, Mrs. Jackson. Oh, by the way, I failed to mention it when we first started having our little talk but I am taping this phone conversation. As well, I have added a very fine DVD to my personal collection, of Kendra stripping naked at the Pink Paradise, and of you servicing a man at the massage parlor. I would really hate for your parents and the pastor and the deacons down at the Riverdale Baptist Church to hear a copy of this conversation and see your videos of how much you and your daughter have been enjoying your extra-marital sex! Wouldn't you, Sandra?" threatened the conniving bastard. Though the young wife and mother was shocked, weak, and furious, all at the same time, she wouldn't put it past this evil man to expose her family to embarrassing ridicule. "No, I wouldn't want that to happen," was all that Sandy was able to choke out through her tears in reply. "Good, then we understand one another, Mrs. Jackson. I know it's a school night, but when you call it a night at 10 p.m., one of my boys will be in the bar to collect your earnings. He will also have instructions for a side trip before you go home. Have a good night now, dear!" then Dubois was gone. Sandra just sat on her sofa and wept for half an hour. This man was going to drag her and her daughter into the depths of debauchery before this nightmare was over. A few minutes after 1 o'clock, a large black man, in a leather biker jacket, Braves' ball cap, and dark shades showed up at the Jackson's front door. When Sandra answered the doorbell, she opened it to the messenger. "Mr. Dubois sent this over for you," then the thug handed her the gown. He smiled a wicked smile at her as he scanned here curvy body up and down. Sandra again wondered if this was one of the men who initially raped her. She just slammed the door in his face after she took the dress from him. After a quick supper, Sandy and her daughter showed up at the bar as they had been ordered. Kendra had fixed her make-up as her stripper friend had showed her, so she didn't quite look underage to be there as a prostitute. The bartender checked her ID anyway, and even checked Sandra's! That kind of made Sandra blush to think he could mistake her for someone under 21, but then she just thought it was because she was with her daughter. The gown that Dubois had sent was white, low-cut, and had a split up each side to the hip. No matter which way she sat on the barstool, Kendra's curvy legs were on full display. The years of gymnastics and dancing did a lot to make Kendra's legs look good. The two women thought it might be better "bait" anyway. They decided to just drink Cokes because neither one really liked the taste of alcohol. Sandy had called Connie Nix during the afternoon and explained what they were to do. Connie told her that they should look their best, make eye contact with every guy that came in and smile. They should make up a good story about being from out of town. They could charge whatever the guy was willing to pay. If they asked for $500, and they were willing, fine, but probably two to three hundred dollars would be the best they could do. Connie also told her not to let them finagle them below $100; that would come off as too desperate and make them out to be cheap hookers. She instructed to never let them talk you out of the hotel. Only stay in the hotel at a definite room number. If they could get their own room, it would be better, but she knew they couldn't probably afford their own, so they would have to go to the "john's" room. After about a half an hour two guys walked in and sat down on either side of Kendra and her mother. They started up a conversation with each one and then all moved to a table. Of course, the guys were in town for the convention. Mother and daughter said they were down from Nashville and thought they would check out some of "the night life of Atlanta." The men recognized immediately that they were either mother and daughter or sisters. The men ordered the women mixed drinks. Sandra looked at Kendra in the eye with the intended message that "we had better take the drinks and not complain." The conversation went on for about another half an hour, and both mother and daughter consumed three drinks each during that time. So they were pretty well light-hearted and giggly by 7 p.m. The guy sitting by Sandra said, "Why don't we go up to our room and continue this party?" "Oh, what did you have in mind?" smiled the wiser woman. "Oh, we could get to know one another much better," interjected the younger guy sitting by the redhead honor student. "Okay, what would you guys be willing to give us for the privilege of knowing us better?" asked the older Jackson woman. A price of $200 apiece was agreed upon for each of the new prostitutes and the foursome left for room 810. Sandra wrote the number on a napkin and strategically placed it on the table, so when the waitress or bartender came to clean the table, they would see it, and know which room they were in, which was another bit of advice Connie had given her. When they arrived in the room, Sandra, who had done this Friday night took the lead in being sure they were paid and that both payments were safely tucked away. Each guy began kissing his own hooker and all began to strip the other. It amazed Sandra to watch her "little girl" strip a man to have sex with him. Kendra thought the same thing when she saw her own mother, who had been faithful to her dad all these years. When the women were nude except for stay-up thigh highs and high-heels, they asked the guys if they had their own rubbers, or should they use theirs. Both expressed the interest in fucking each without the condom, because "It just feels better." Sandra though insisted that they get $100 more each for bareback! Each guy gladly came up with the extra money, and both were paid first. Then, mother and daughter fucked two different guys in the beds. The cries and moans of "fuck me" and "don't stop" filled the room. Once, mother and daughter were facing one another as both their "dates" were screwing them doggy style. In fact, seeing the other's loved one getting sexed so savagely turned the other one on even more. After a while, the guys wanted to switch, since it was a "mother-daughter team" to compare which one was the better fuck. The guys had already found out that they were indeed mother and daughter. The women agreed and it wasn't long before each came in the warm, wet pussies of the charming Southern women, one a MILF and the other a junior in high school! The men both agreed that it was an even tie. They were both great fucks. After their "date" was over and the women left the room, they headed back down to the bar. The sexy team again perched up on two barstools and the time was 9 o'clock. It was now one more hour to go before they could leave. They saw a large black man sitting alone in a booth watching them, but they figured he was one of Dubois's goons. No other guys came in to use their "services." By this time, several men were in the bar with their wives or girlfriends and there were two other women there, seemingly for the same purpose that they were there for. As they talked, Sandra and Kendra agreed that they were both glad that they were together for Kendra's first time in a hotel. For Kendra, it would be easier the next time if she were taken alone for sex. And they also laughed that it was the first time either had watched the other have sex in front of the other. At 10 o'clock sharp, Kendra and her mother left the bar. The large black guy was right behind them. He stopped them and asked to see their purses. He collected the $600 from the pair and simply said good night. Then he handed them a note from Dubois. On it was written these words, "Go to Chung's Tattoo Parlor and ask for Chung. He knows what I want you both to have. TD" The address was given as well which was in a sleazy part of downtown Atlanta. Both women knew probably what they would be receiving, since Karen Hasty had a tattoo above her cooter. They discussed their options but decided that it was probably the best thing they could do, since Dubois had the incriminating phone recording and videos of both performing sex acts. Also, Sandy remembered when the black thug stuck the muzzle of his shotgun up into her daughter's pussy lips, saying what a mess it would make if the shotgun went off, and the threats made against her since then. They thought that after the nightmare was over, they could have the vulgar markings removed with a laser. They found the tattoo shop and went in asking for Chung. Chung came from the back and asked if Mr. Dubois had sent them. When they answered that they were, he asked the mother and daughter to follow him. He informed them that he did clean and first-class work. Mr. Dubois was very specific about what they were to receive and that he had paid for the tats. "Who wants to go first?" the short China-man asked. "I guess I will," Sandy begrudgingly said. "Good, please take off all your clothes and lay back on the table." Chung instructed. "What!?" Sandra almost shouted. "You heard me. Take off all your clothes and lay back on the table," repeated Chung. The auburn-haired mother did as she was told. Neither woman had received a tattoo before but knew it would be painful. Chung disinfected the top of Sandy's right breast and started to work. Since the breast was more tender, it was painful as the man engraved writing right over her areola. Finally, he was through, and Sandra started to get up. "I'm not through! Lay back, please!" Chung commanded in his Chinese accent. Again, Sandra was forced to endure the humiliation, but this time he was putting his writing right above her vagina, as he stood between her splayed legs. Neither woman could see what was being written but dreaded to see what they were to receive. "Okay, I am finished now. You can get up and look in the mirror to see my handiwork!" Chung said. The mother got off the table and stood in front of the full-sized mirror. Even though she saw the writing backwards, she could easily make out what it was. Sandra threw her hands over her face and began to sob. Over her right breast were the clear words, "SUCK ME" and over her vagina was the single word "WHORE." She sat naked in the chair beside where her daughter was sitting and continued to weep uncontrollably. "Okay, young lady. You next!" Chung told Kendra. Now knowing what she was in for, Kendra stripped her clothes off and courageously lay back on the table. Chung disinfected the top of the girl's left breast and started his work. Kendra's eyes filled with tears, which ran down the side of her head toward her ears. The weeping wasn't so much the pain, but the humiliation and degradation of being branded in such a vulgar way for the rest of her life. When Chung was finished with her breast, he then went to her pubis and disinfected there in preparation. "You have very pretty pussy!" Chung complemented, adding to her shame and disgrace. After several minutes, the China-man was finished and told her to look in the mirror as well. When she looked, she saw the words "SUCK ME" over her left breast, but over her cunt was the word "SLUT" just as her friend had tattooed over her pussy. The older Asian man instructed them on how to treat their tattoos until they were completely healed. Sandra and her daughter quickly dressed and hurried out of the tattoo parlor to their car. Neither one said much on the way home, but just silently wept. By the time they got home, it was ten minutes past midnight. Both mother and daughter douched the strangers' cum out of their cunts, that hadn't already seeped out, then went to bed...together, after kissing and comforting one another for 15 minutes. * * * At 10 o'clock next morning, Kendra texted her mom that the debate team was having a meeting that evening and wondered if she could get out of working the convention at the hotel that night. Sandy sent Dubois a text saying, "K has school event, needs night off". Shortly, she received her answer back, "K okay. Mom whore needs 2 fuck twice as much." The prick, she muttered, knowing that she would have to try extra hard to get two sessions in tonight. The implication of "whore" was very much felt in the skin over her pubis. Sandy went to the mall that afternoon and bought a very nice cocktail dress. It was very short, with a strap that simply came up between her breasts and tied behind her back. She charged it on Jeff's credit card, justifying that he should pay for it, since he got her into this mess in the first place! That evening, Sandra worked extra hard on her hair and makeup. The auburn-haired beauty put some of Kendra's perfume on. The dress really accentuated her boobs, which were practically spilling out the top of the green dress and one could clearly see the words "SUCK ME" tattooed on her breast right over her brown areola. A month ago, she would never dream of exhibiting herself like a tramp. Now, she really didn't care! In fact, it excited her so that she felt a tingle in her twat. Looking again in the mirror, she felt she would certainly be good enough "bait" to snag a "john" in the hotel bar tonight, on her own. When she walked through the living room and Jeff saw her, he immediately got an erection. Even though he knew she would be going out and committing adultery against him this evening, it didn't matter. It turned him on! He tried to get a kiss from his wife before she left. But she only gave him a peck on the lips as she was walking out, in a very uninterested manner. She already had a wrap around her shoulders, which covered the tattoo on her breast, so her husband did not see it. "Don't wait up for me, Jeff!" was all she said as she closed the door behind her. It seemed to the husband that his wife was shutting him out of her life, which, in reality, she was! Kendra left the house at 6:30 and got back home at 9:00. Within that 2 1/2 hour period, Jeff jacked off three times, thinking about the way his wife looked and smelled and what she must be doing right then. When Jeff's wife arrived at the Hyatt Atlanta Midtown bar, there were two other women in slinky dresses sitting around. When they saw the 38-year old newcomer walk in and sit down, both came up to her and threatened her. "Hey, old lady, this is our turf! Why don't you go back to the nursing home and get you some shriveled dick old man to do!" She told the two women that she didn't want any trouble that she was in trouble and needed the money. That didn't faze the two blonds in the least and continued intimidating her. Just as Sandy was getting ready to get off her barstool and leave, a large black man came up behind the two women and simply said, "Hey, back off!" However, while he was saying those three words, he snapped open a switchblade knife at his waist, out of sight of anybody but the three women. "Okay, okay! We don't want any trouble." The two strange hookers turned and walked quickly out the door of the bar. The big black guy simply closed up his knife, put it back in is coat pocket and slowly walked out the door also! Within about a minute, when Sandra forced herself to breathe again before she passed out, she thought about what had just happened. One of Dubois' goons was watching her and stepped in before things got out of hand. She was thankful for that. Apparently, those two "ladies of the evening" had worked this bar before and didn't want any competition. She resented the nursing home remark, thinking that she looked just as hot, maybe even better than the two twenty-something sluts. Sandy ordered a mixed drink to help calm her back down. Before long, a group of guys came in that looked like convention attendees. One spotted the auburn-haired beauty sitting on a barstool, with her legs crossed showing plenty of leg as well as cleavage on top. He came over and introduced himself as Jim from Chicago. Again, Sandra introduced herself as being from Nashville, and her name was Katie. After a few minutes of small talk, Jim mentioned her wedding rings. "Damn" she thought, "I forgot to take them off again!" She made up a story about her husband had just left her for a younger woman and she came down to Atlanta to see her sister. "Well, your husband is a fool for leaving a beautiful woman such as yourself!" Jim said, hitting on the beautiful MILF. It did make her feel good, even though she knew it was probably a pick-up line. She blushed and said, "Thank you, Jim. That's so sweet of you. I'm afraid I don't hear compliments like that much anymore," she told him as she laid her soft hand on his thigh that was next to hers. Jim leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I'd like to tell you that all night, if you'd let me as well as taking you up on the invitation on your breast," referring to the tattoo. "Well, the price of telling me that all night would be $500, tax included," Katie said with a smile. "I think that would be a bargain. Let's go!" Jim proclaimed as he paid for their drinks and gently took her elbow, escorting her out of the bar. Once in the room, and the money exchange was made, Sandra did a slow strip tease for her date. When she was down to her hose and heels, Jim saw the WHORE branded in over her cunt, and he simply said, "Nice!" She started peeling Jim's clothes off, piece by piece and dropping them in the floor. "Do you like my new tattoos, Jim?" Sandy asked. I got them especially for you." "Are you really a whore, Katie?" Jim asked. "Let me show you how much of a whore I am, lover!" she answered in a sultry voice. This time, Sandra started kissing the man who was about 30, again forgetting what Connie had told her. There was just something about kissing with plenty of tongue a man whom she was about to have sex with. After passionately kissing him, Sandy slowly kissed down his tall body until she got to his eight inch cock, which was already standing at attention. She took it into her mouth and began a love relationship with his prick. She licked, tongued, jacked off, and scraped it with her teeth for the longest time. Suddenly, Jim yelled, "I'm going to cum, Katie! I'm going to cum!" Sandra did not want any of the creamy semen to go to waste for she had a plan for it. She clamped her mouth over the big head of his dick and took his whole load in her mouth. She had to swallow some but captured and held most of the stranger's semen in her mouth. Then she sat back on her haunches, with her legs under her, slipped her wedding rings off and slipped them into her mouth, with the semen still filling her mouth. After swishing them around in a cum bath, she pulled them out, spit another good coating of sperm on the set, then laid them on the night stand beside the bed. After that, Sandy made a great scene of swallowing all of Jim's fresh cum, smacking her lips, and saying "Mmmmmm!" Jim laughed and told her, "You are one evil and nasty whore, Katie! That son of a bitch husband of yours will deserve that." After lying together on the bed for a while, giving Jim time to recuperate, Sandra began sucking his cock again, this time with the intention of it going inside her pussy, or maybe even her ass! It didn't take long before he was hard again, and he got on top of the pretty wife of another man and slipped his cock up into her married pussy. It was hard, hot, and very thick. The cuckolding wife could feel every throbbing vein as it slid into her love channel. "Katie, you are so tight, baby!" Jim told her. "I'm going to give you a real fucking!" "Fuck that married pussy! Fuck that married pussy! Fuck that married pussy!", Sandy kept encouraging him as he pounded her vagina. "Fuck my married pussy! Fuck my married pussy! Fuck my married pussy!" she wailed. Never before had she used such language with anyone, not even her own husband. But it didn't take long before it had the desired result. Jim shot off another hot load of baby-making cream up into the uterus that would never see an egg again. Both wife and stranger moaned and howled at the release of their simultaneous orgasms. Jim collapsed upon the billowing pillows of Sandy's breasts, with nipples erect and red. After a few minutes, and further pumping into her slick, wet birth chute, he was hard again! "My, my, how can you get it up so much?" quizzed Sandra. "Little blue pills! Thank God for Pfizer!" he yelled and they both laughed. When Jim was good and hard, Sandra looked up at her one-night lover and said, "Jim, would you do me a favor?" "Anything for you, sweetie!" he replied. "Would you fuck me in my ass?" she asked in a little girl voice and puppy dog eyes. "Yes, ma'am!" he said. Then, he flipped her over on her stomach! Sandra had failed to bring any K-Y jelly with her tonight, but she had seen some hand lotion in the hotel room's bathroom. The nude wife crawled out of the bed and walked with a swinging ass to retrieve the bottle. After she crawled back in bed, Sandy coated Jim's hard cock with lotion then gave him the bottle to spread around and in her sphincter. "Katie" pushed her ass up toward her "date" for him to perform sodomy on her. She had never had this done to her, but she had always wondered for 38-years what it would be like. He covered his index finger and slowly pushed his finger in her anal cavity, and with more lotion, he pushed two, then three fingers. He was experienced at giving a woman anal. All the while, Sandra was moaning and gasping, "Oh, Jim! That feels so good! Oh, fuck! Please be gentle, this is my first time! Oh, fuck my asshole, Jim!" This encouragement was driving the convention attendee crazy with lust. After thorough preparation, Jim slowly eased and tried to push the mushroom head of his dick into the auburn-haired wife and mother. Sandra bit her lip and squeezed her eyes together to endure the pain, but then she felt the ring being penetrated by the head as it plopped in. "Just relax, Katie. I'll go slow for you," assured the younger man. After a minute for her to get accustomed to the foreign invasion, he very slowly pushed in, bit by bit, then backed out the same bit by bit, until Jim had his whole cock buried up into the asshole of Sandra Jackson. The pretty mother felt the pubic hair of her ass-screwer scratch against her butt cheeks. He began the process of slowly increasing in tempo, fucking the woman's ass, sodomizing this sexy creature that had begged for this. "EEEAAAAUUUGGHHH fuck my ass! EEEAAAAUUUGGHHH fuck this wife's ass! EEEAAAAUUUGGHHH fuck my married ass!" cried the MILF as Jim reached the mighty crescendo of the night. "OOOhhhhhhhh! Here it comes Katie! Take my sperm in your ass, bitch! Ohhhhhhh gawd!" he screamed as he shot spurt after spurt into Sandra's colon. Sandra could feel the creamy man-juice as it flooded her bowels and was amazed at how much spunk he could still produce after two earlier orgasms. When they were finished, Sandy had an idea. She got her cell phone and with the camera made Jim take pictures of his white cream coming out of both her cunt and her ass hole. She had to show this to her daughter, she thought. Then they fell asleep in each other's arms. At 3 o'clock, Sandra awoke with Jim spooning her back and his left arm draped over her still naked body. They had both fallen asleep after the tremendous night of copulation and sodomy. Her "john" was still sound asleep. She slipped out of bed, quickly put her clothes and shoes back on, retrieved her coat and purse, and carefully picked up her wedding rings crusted with a stranger's cum and safely tucked them away in her purse so the coating would not easily come off. Sandy knew that she would never again see this stranger, in all likelihood, but she wanted to give him something to remember her by. Quickly, she reapplied her lipstick, and wrote on a complimentary pad of paper on the room table, "Thanks for the wonderful night, Jim. You were a wonderful lover! Katie," She put her lips to the paper leaving a definite kiss smudge with the lipstick. She laid the note on the top of her pillow and slipped out of the room. Sandy felt that her bottom was sore, but she didn't care. She had been a wild, wicked, and decadent whore tonight! As she stepped off the elevator on the ground floor, the large black man who had earlier tonight came to her rescue, stood up from a lobby chair and walked toward her. He held out his hand, and she gave him the small purse she carried. He opened it, saw the folded bills amounting to $500, then smiled at her and gave her back the purse. He turned and walked away without a word and Sandra made her way back to her vehicle. On the way home, with a strange man's ejaculate oozing out of her ass hole, she thought about what she had done tonight, and what it felt like. She had very conflicting feelings. On the one side, she felt guilty for committing adultery and participating in not just vaginal but anal sex with someone besides her husband and a complete stranger at that! This was not right for a Christian lady to do. But then, she could not deny that she did enjoy it. She had felt like a special lady, if only for just a few hours, something that her husband had not done in years. Her new tattoos made her feel sexy and trashy. Their married life had become completely routine and blasé. Tears rolled down Sandra's cheeks as she remembered that it was all his fault that she had been driven to a life as a sex object for strange men! When Sandra slipped quietly into her bedroom, she had briefly thought of waking up Jeff and squatting again over his face and letting the cum run out of not only her cunt but her poop chute into his mouth and face, as the ultimate degradation to him. He had become a cuckold, and she would be glad to remind him. But it was almost 4 o'clock, and she knew he would have to be getting up before long and going to his job to try to pay the normal house-hold bills and put food on their table. Instead, Sandy opted to re-coat the wedding rings with another coating of sperm from her vagina and to just lay them on top of his shaving cream can. That way, he would be sure to see them when he was getting ready for work. It would be her way of turning the hilt of the dagger after she would plunge it into his emotional heart, demeaning his place as a husband. After changing into her sleep gown, Sandra lay with her back to her husband. Just before she was finally overcome with exhaustion and sleep, she felt Jim's semen continue to seep out of her rectum. Because of the late night and her complete exhaustion, Sandra slept until noon. When she opened her eyes, she knew it was daylight, and glanced at her alarm clock on her nightstand to verify the time. But there, on the corner, right in front of her clock, lay the wedding rings that her husband had given her 20-years before, where she would be sure to see them when she did wake up. They were still covered in the sticky and crusty semen that they were coated in the night before. But there was something added, she saw. There was a fresh streak of Jeff's own cum jettisoned over and covering the rings, mixing with the semen of the previous night. He had actually jacked off to the sight of her semen-covered rings. She knew that Jeff had gotten her message when he got up and left for work. Chapter 13 Later on that afternoon, about 2 o'clock, Sandy's cell phone signaled that she had a text message. Hoping it was Kendra, she picked it up quickly to check it, but her heart sank when she saw that it was from Dubois. "Bachelor party tonight, 8, both S & K, make good team - have fun" He went on to give the location at a lodge hall across Atlanta. When Kendra arrived home, she was disappointed that they had a "job." Her high school was having a Valentine's Dance tonight, and she was hoping she could go, even if she did have to go stag. There was a cute boy that mentioned to her that he was going but came short of actually asking her for a date. So the high-school junior just sighed, giving up on any social life until her Dad's debt was paid. At 8 o'clock, as the mother and daughter team put on their "happy party faces," they entered the lodge hall and were immediately met by several middle-aged guys. When they were brought into a large room where the party was being held, no man was under the age of 40! Apparently, the groom to be 52 and was to be married tomorrow, on Saturday. Sandy and her daughter "worked the room" flirting with each guy there. Drinks were flowing freely, even to the underage Kendra, who was made up to look older. The guest of honor was seated in his chair and mother and daughter started their lewd entertainment to stir the lust in the guys. The team of "Trixie and Dixie" stood right in front of them and started making out with each other. However, this time, they hugged each other more and even mouth kissed, passionately! Not as a usual daughter and mother would ever do, but more like seasoned lesbians! And when they did, it stirred feelings inside both women that they had never felt before about one another. They were drunk, and the women figured the older men would enjoy a good lesbian act. Still, after that night, they looked at one another in a different way. They were more like lovers. "Dixie" pulled her daughter's new white gown off her shoulders and down her curvy body, then "Trixie" reciprocated by removing her mother's new cocktail dress. The same was done to each other with their lacy bras and sheer panties. Now their lurid tattoos of "SUCK ME" and "SLUT" and "WHORE" were visible to every horny guy. This seemed to stir their horniness even more. Mother and daughter danced around in front of the groom-to-be and rubbed his penis through his pants. They helped him off with his kakhi pants, pulled his hard cock out of his boxer shorts. Both the naked women gave him a blow-job that he would never forget. But before he shot his load, Sandy placed a new condom on the guest of honor and both took turns riding on it until he finally shot a big load up into Kendra. Mom peeled the condom off and devoured the contents as if it were sweet syrup, letting part of his semen run down her chin. The older guys cheered on the whole, profane show. They, however, did not offer to fuck the slutty women, probably because each had their own wives at home. Sandy and Kendra went back to drinking and flirting with the men, still nude. The men pinched their titties, sucking the breasts that displayed SUCK ME, and rubbed their pussy slits but nothing was taken any farther than that. After about another half hour of drinking, and stumbling around the room, Sandra was placed in the same chair the groom-to-be had sat in earlier, so she would not fall over in her drunken state. She sat with her legs splayed out, inviting attention to her center of pleasure. But no man approached her even though the word WHORE was prominently displayed above her cunt. Kendra had been watching for a few minutes and stumbled over to her mother and knelt down in front of her. "If you guys aren't going to do anything to this whore, then this slut will!" she shouted. They looked at each other deeply in the eyes, then Kendra bent over and started eating her own mother's cunt out! She was not timid, but made lewd, slurping sounds as she mouthed and licked her hole and her clit. She was amazed at the taste of her mother's twat. There just a hint of fishy smell, but it served to turn the redhead on even more. Her mother wasn't the perfect whore. She needed to pay better attention to keeping her insides clean. At first, Sandra was shocked, and then grabbed her daughter's head, trying to push her way. "No, honey! Don't do that! I'm your mother! Stop!" Sandy commanded but in a half-hearted manner. The attempt was half-hearted, because either Mom was so drunk, or that she was enjoying her daughter's mouth on her cunt so much. Instead of being pushed away though, the lovely redheaded daughter grabbed her mother's slender waist, so her mother could not push her away. The honor student kept performing perfect cunnilingus on the very orifice that she had come out of 16 years ago. She started to finger fuck her own mother, hitting her G-spot with every stroke. "No, Kendra....Stop...please don't...please...please...please don't stop! Please don't stop, Kendra!" screamed the auburn-haired beauty at the top of her lungs. "Oh, gawd! Eat me! Eat your mother out you nasty, little bitch! Oh, gawd, that is so good! Lick your mother's filthy cunt hole and get all her juices!" Sandra screamed. The vulgar display of mother-daughter lesbianism went on until Sandra came with a violent and uncontrollable orgasm! She shook, gasped, cried out, and made deep, guttural, unhuman sounds for what seemed like forever. When the beautiful 38-year old was finally finished with her eruption of sexual delight, she finally was able to push Kendra off and away from her mother's own sex. Kendra fell backward on the floor and was just lying there on her back, too drunk to get up. But she then reached down with her fingers and opened up her own cunt in invitation to her mother. "Eat me, WHORE!" Kendra shouted at her own mother. Sandy looked at the lovely, redheaded child that she had given birth to, scooted off the chair, straddled her and started to return the favor to her own child. There they were, in a classic 69 position, eating one another's cunts, drinking one another's love juices. But this was incest! This was debauchery in its lowest form! But it did not stop until each came twice while lying on the floor. When each woman had a couple of strong orgasms, they passed out right there, covered in sweat, mother on top of her daughter's body, with her face buried in her child's red, pubic hair. While unconscious, both females let off a queef, which made the older guys laugh. The men all agreed they had never seen a sex show so dirty and raunchy. When they came to, about two minutes later, Trixie and Dixie were helped up by the men who had been entertained so well. Sandra retrieved their dresses and coats, and each harlot put them on, but they gave their lacy panties, with the fresh smell of their juices, to the guest of honor. The women were helped outside to where the cool February night air would help sober them up a bit. Several of the older guys offered to take them home but they refused, saying that Kendra's dad was already on his way to pick them up. "Mom, where are your wedding rings?" Kendra asked when her vision was restored clear enough to focus. "Oh, they were covered with another man's cum from last night, so I just left them at home...on top of your father's shaving cream can," her mom said slurring her words. "Oh, Mom! You are such a nasty whore!" Kendra blurted out and both mother and daughter had a good laugh together. "But you know what he did, Ken'ra,?" Sandy asked with slurred speech. "He put them back on my nightstand and jacked off on them! My husband's cum mixed with another man's cum, on my wedding rings!" Both women laughed until tears came from their eyes. It wasn't long before Jeff pulled up in his car, and once again, mother and daughter crawled in the back, and too drunk to say anything on the way home. When they arrived home, neither one said good night to Jeff. They just walked into Kendra's bedroom. Jeff could hear the definite click as they locked the bedroom door behind them. They each stripped and made their way to Kendra's tub shower. They lathered each other's body and washed each other, making sure to pay extra attention to breasts and vaginas. When they dried off, both stumbled into Kendra's bed, still naked, and started to kiss again. But this was no lesbian act for a bunch of horny older men. This was real, personal, and passionate. Each frigged and finger fucked the other until they came once more. When finished, Kendra pulled her covers up over both of them and turned out the light. As they lay naked on the daughter's bed, holding each other close, groins and tits touching, Kendra finally broke the silence. "Mom?" "Yes, baby?" replied the mother. "I had more fun with you tonight than I would have at any old Valentines Dance with a boy!" the daughter confessed. "Thank you, dear. I love you!" Sandra spoke. "I love you too, Mom!" came the daughter's answer. Then they fell asleep. * * * The next day, Saturday, Jeff was gone early because some of his co-workers in the office were playing golf and they needed a fourth partner. He was glad to get away from the house with the frigid attitude his family had toward him. He wrote a note saying that he would probably be gone all day. At two o'clock, Dubois sent a text to Sandra telling her she and Kendra were to work the evening shift at the Pink Paradise, starting at 7 p.m. Since this was Mom's first time to work there, Kendra worked with her all that afternoon on some routines, especially if they were performing as "Trixie and Dixie." Being Saturday night, both figured that more guys would be there. Sandy had made two costumes from the clothing and props they got at the thrift store. They were going to be two Naughty Nurses and two cowgirls. The "Naughty Nurse" costume was a regular white nurse's dress that buttoned all the way up the front. She actually found two of the old style nurses caps that were used years ago, starched, and white. Of course, the dresses were cut so short as to be almost obscene. A couple of toy stethoscopes rounded out the outfits. The cowgirl outfits were two pairs of Daisy Dukes made from blue denim, a plaid western style shirt tied up under their breasts, a cowboy hat, and some western boots they already had. Some of these came from Connie's daughter's closet. Kendra reminded her mother about the three songs to the set, and to be sure and be completely naked by the beginning of the third song. It seemed so strange to Sandra that her own teenage daughter was telling her when they both would have to be nude, on a stage, with a bunch of drunk, horny guys, yelling and whooping, and sticking dollar bills in their garters. Jeff brought home two pizzas when he returned from his golf game. Suppertime family atmosphere was strained but sociable between the three. They even kissed him good-bye tonight, and Kendra gave her dad a hug as well. She still loved her father because she had always been a daddy's girl. At 7:15, the DJ announced the new team performing their first time together at the Pink Paradise, the mother and daughter team of Trixie and Dixie! The two women took the stage and basically strutted around and shook their asses and boobs. They were in the Naughty Nurses uniforms, so at a predetermined moment in the middle of the second song, both started unbuttoning their dresses from the bottom up, then discarded them at the rear of the stage. They had made a quick stop at a dollar store on the way and each bought a pair of white stockings, which added to the effect when they were both nude. Both women worked around the stage during the last song, by crawling like two cheetahs after prey. Men were coming from everywhere stuffing bills in their garters. At the end of the song, the two women had met at the end of the stage, so they did the only naughty thing they could imagine doing. Mother and daughter were kneeling on their knees, embracing each other, and giving each other a long, wet, passionate lesbian kiss. The whole club went wild when they saw the mother and daughter kissing like two lesbians and fingering each other's twat. After the set, the two separated and worked the men in the audience, sitting and talking with the guys. Sandra was busy answering, "Yes, I'm really her mother," and "Yes, she really is my daughter. Kendra was getting, "Are you sure she is your mom? She's smoking' hot!" Before long they both were invited into the VIP area giving private lap dances. They charged $25 apiece for one song, but the dancers stripped down completely naked, except for their "props" and ground their butts into the hard-on's of the men. Or they would hold the guys around the neck and let them handle their tits and pull and suck on their nipples, which stayed hard. Then they would sit on the lap of the lucky guy and they would rub their pussies into their lap, wetting the front of their pants. The only thing the men couldn't do was to touch their pussies. If they violated that rule, the big, Mexican bouncer would immediately eject them from the club, usually face first onto the pavement. The guys grabbing Sandy's boobs made her hot and horny. That made her dancing in the V.I.P. even more vulgar and raunchier. No one there that night, except for her daughter, would have guessed that she attended Riverdale Baptist Church! When their shift was over at 2 a.m., they had made $620 between the two of them. But of course, all they got for their hard work was a paper receipt, for the money was going to Dubois. Kendra hadn't drank too much, mostly Cokes so she drove them home. Sandra however was wasted. When they returned home, each showered separately, but wound up together in Kendra's bed, naked, as they had slept the night before. Sandra hadn't had any release from the erotic horniness from tonight, so she begged her daughter to suck her boobs while she finger fucked herself to orgasm. After she came down from the tremendous cum, her desire still hadn't been satiated, so she demanded that her own daughter eat out her honey hole as she spouted lurid and nasty commands to her. "Come on, baby, make mommy cum!" "You can do better than that you little slut bitch, I said eat mommy's cunt!" Kendra became intoxicated not by the alcohol, but the heady, musty smell of her mother's vagina. It was clean, but stale. She wondered if she had let some strange guy get his dick up in her and shoot up in her while she was in the V.I.P. lounge. She had not watched her mother the whole time. So she could be smelling the remnants of some blue-collar spunk. "That's right, make mommy your bitch, you teenage whore!" When the volcano finally erupted from the very core of Sandy's sexual being, she screamed and moaned, and finally ended up giving her endearing terms. "Thank you, honey" "Thank you for making mommy your bitch! I'll always love my girl and mommy will always be her sex slut!" Kendra figured that most of this was the alcohol talking but hoped most of it were true. Jeff had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and get a drink of water. He looked out and saw his wife's car home, so he softly walked to their daughter's room and stood outside the door. He distinctly heard his wife cry and moan in the throes of passion, presumably at the hands of their own daughter. His heart sunk, but his cock got hard as he made his way back to his lonely bed, where he backed off by himself. The women again crawled out of bed with hangovers, and the next morning and went to Sunday services at 11 a.m. That night, Sandra was given a shift at the massage parlor. She only had two clients during her six-hour shift, but she got fucked both times. It seemed odd to the wife of the family that attended Riverdale Baptist that she would be glad that two strange guys fucked her. It meant more money to be put on the debt. While she was there Sunday night, she found out that she was already scheduled for Monday and Tuesday nights. It seems word of mouth had gotten around about the hot looking MILF working at the Pink Paradise, and customers had been asking about her. So Soon Lee had arranged it with Dubois for her to work more hours. Dubois called Sandra on the phone, the next day. Every time "the nigger" called, the name that Sandra called him, she loathed the sound of his voice. She was not a racist person, and had been raised to respect everyone, no matter of their race or beliefs. But she was also a Southerner, where it had been common to hear the negative, racial slur, and she had heard it all her life. "Mrs. Jackson, I just wanted to call and commend you and your daughter for the good job you both have done," complimented the black man. Sandra felt it strange to be complemented on being some nigger's whore! "I'm afraid I've got some bad news and some good news for you, Sandra," the devious man said. Sandra just remained silent but listened. "The bad news is with the economy the way it is, and the financial markets taking a turn for the worse, I'm afraid I'm going to have to add on 20% of your current balance to your debt as interest!" Dubois smiled as he told her that because he knew she would be livid. "What?" screamed the wife. "What do you mean you are adding 20% interest, you son of a bitch?" again she was screaming. Now she was using some of the vocabulary she had picked up in her work places. "You are nothing but a low-life nigger, and if you were standing right here, I'd get my kitchen knife and cut your heart out and stomp on it! You make my daughter and me work as your whores, even branded as a whore, and you do that! We had an agreement, you mother fucker!" "Now, Mrs. Jackson. There is no need for such language from a fine, Southern Baptist lady like you. I'm just a businessman and when my business goes down, then all my ladies have to work a little harder. We can settle this by giving you a choice, either you continue to work in the business opportunities I have graciously afforded you in order to pay off your husband's debt, or I can send my boys back over to your house to play with your daughter. I believe they said something about cleaning up a mess, didn't they?" The evil man quit talking and listened. He could hear the mother fuming and breathing hard. Sandra remembered very distinctly that first night, when she was gang raped by the thugs Dubois had sent and the threat made when the big nigger stuck the muzzle of his shotgun in Kendra's exposed vagina. The result of firing off a 12-gauge shotgun in a teen girl's vagina would not only mean they would be killed instantly, but the whole inside of their torso would be ripped apart, and probably the head would be blown off from the body! The thought of anyone hurting her baby made her sick and weak. They could do anything they wanted to do with her, even putting a shotgun in her own cunt and pulling the trigger. But she would not let them hurt her child. After about a minute of silence, and Dubois patiently waiting, Sandy finally spoke. "Okay, have it your way, you bastard!" she harshly replied. "And remember," Dubois continued, "no word at all to the police about our arrangement, or your daughter will pay." "Okay, you mother-fucking, cock sucking nigger!" spouted off the lovely mother again. "Good, good. I knew you would see it my way!" Dubois said with a smile in his voice. "Now for the good news. Kendra can have tonight and tomorrow night off. I know she probably needs to catch up on her school work and she has been such a busy girl this weekend but she has been doing very well." The mother thought about how the no good pimp had whored them out during the weekend. Sandra would never admit it, but she herself had enjoyed all the sex she had been getting during that time. "Of course, Soon Lee told me how you have become a hit with our clients at The Sensual Touch. It seems they love a beautiful MILF such as yourself rubbing their dicks with her wedding rings on her hand. So you will, as you know, be working tonight and tomorrow night, wearing your wedding rings, and do what you do so well, have sex with unknown men. "However, I do have an appointment made for your services during the day on Wednesday. I'm afraid Kendra will have to miss an afternoon at school. I have a group of businessmen entertaining some visiting Korean investors on Wednesday. They asked for some spicy entertainment, so naturally I thought of you and your daughter! It will be a high-class private club downtown at 2 p.m. I'll text you with the address when I get it confirmed. I know you and your daughter will put on a very raunchy show. I want you both to get naked and make it a day that the Koreans will never forget! So long now!" and just like that, Dubois was gone. The beautiful mother felt dirty after talking with the bastard, but she also thought about showing her sexy body, and that of her daughter's sexy young body off to a group of foreign men. Sandra immediately laid down on Kendra's bed pulled her sweat pants and panties off and unashamedly masturbated herself to three orgasms. She was so exhausted when she was through, Sandy fell asleep on the bed with just her sweatshirt top on. The late nights of being a middle-aged sex toy were catching up with her! "Mom! Mom! Wake up!" Kendra was shaking her mother to get her awake. "Momma, what are you doing sleeping half naked in my bed?" the girl asked after she arrived home from school. As she rubbed her eyes, she saw her daughter and then looked at the time. It was 4 o'clock and she had to be at The Sensual Touch at 6! She quickly explained to her pretty, redheaded daughter what Dubois' had told her as she washed her face in the girl's bathroom. Kendra was upset when she heard about Dubois adding on to the debt. "He's just wanting to keep us working and making money for him, Mom!" "I know honey, but he threatened you again, and I'm not going to let the son of a bitch hurt my little girl!" Sandra explained as she sat at Kendra's dresser and started using her make-up. They talked until the lovely mother had finished her make-up and hair. Then she went to her own bedroom and put on a red, lacy teddy that she had picked up at Wal-Mart earlier today. Since it was after Valentine's Day, they were marked down for clearance. After she put on her Atlanta Braves sweatshirt and pants, she grabbed her coat and kissed Kendra on the cheek and turned to leave. Then she stopped, looked back at her daughter, and embraced her tightly and gave a long, passionate, lover's kiss to her 16-year old. And the daughter kissed her mother back just as passionately. "One day, after we get this debt paid off, we will be making our own money! Good money as whores and we will get all your college money back, hon! "I know, Momma. I've already been thinking about us going into business for ourselves. 'Trixie and Dixie Inc.'" the young honor student said with a smile. "You and your Dad will have to get your own supper, Hon! Bye! I love you!" the mother said as she was going out the door. "Love you too, Mom!" Kendra replied before she sat on the couch to start her homework. Jeff was just coming home as his wife was leaving. She did hug and kiss him briefly before she got into her own car. "Don't know when I'll be home. Dee Dee is supposed to work tonight and tomorrow night. We will probably go out for coffee again after our shift is up. So don't wait up." That was all she said before she got in her car and drove away to the massage parlor. Chapter 14 Father and daughter sat on the couch eating the Subway sandwich that Jeff had just went and got, since he didn't feel like cooking. They were watching the beginning of the evening news. "Kendra," Jeff said, not really wanting to have this conversation. "Yeah, Dad?" the beautiful redhead replied but still eating and not taking her eyes off the screen. "I heard you and your mother last night, during the night. I wasn't spying. I was just going to get a drink of water," the father continued. "Yeah, so?" the daughter replied, still eating, still watching the TV screen. That's all she has to say, Jeff thought. Kind of nonchalant he thought. "Well, it sounded an awful lot like you and your mother were...were..." and Jeff was now at a loss for words. "Having sex? Yeah, we were," Kendra replied as if it were nothing. "And mom's a real good pussy eater too." Again, the tone from the girl was as if she was talking about someone in her Sunday-school class. The frankness of her reply shocked Jeff. How could she be so blasé� about such a thing? He let another minute of the newscast go by, processing the revelation from his daughter, when he spoke again. "Do you know what incest is, Kendra?" Finally, Kendra stopped and looked at her dad in the eyes. "Well, yeah! Duh! You know I am an honor student, and I know about such things, Dad!" and smiled as she finished her answer and turned back to the TV and eating her sandwich. Another minute went by and a commercial for Six Flags came on, and Jeff muted the sound. "Well, if you know what incest is, honey, doesn't it bother you what you and your mother were doing?" After a few moments, the young daughter replied, "Well, Dad, the way I look at it is, we enjoy making each other feel good. I know I really enjoy eating her pussy. So what Mom and I do behind a closed, locked door is our business," again with a matter of fact attitude. Then she turned and looked her dad straight in the eye and said, "Just as what you and I do behind a closed, locked door is OUR business!" and she smiled as she gave the last sentence, and then turned back to the TV and eating potato chips. Jeff unmuted the TV, and sat shocked at what his 16-year old had just told him. "Did she insinuate that she would be willing to have sex with me as well? My own baby girl?" he asked himself. The thought of that didn't sit too well, because, well, she has always been a beautiful girl, and since she had begun to develop into a woman... Immediately, the father of the family focused on the rest of the newscast and nothing more was mentioned about the subject. But the flashes of scenes with him screwing his daughter just would not stay away, especially when he was jacking off from lack of sex from his wife. * * * Sandra was glad that her friend, Dee Dee was working both nights she was this week. Starla was again working tonight but didn't have much to say to "Sheba." She kind of thought of the good-looking MILF as a threat to take away her customers, since she had heard a few ask about "Sheba" during last week. As they were sitting more or less by themselves, Sandra softly revealed to Dee some of the experiences she and her daughter had since the last time she saw her. The bachelor party, the convention hotel pickup, and the Pink Paradise were revealed to the pretty blond. "Wow," Dee said, "sounds like you both have been real busy, and both of you are now bisexual lesbians!" Sandra just smiled but turned red from embarrassment. After Sandy had been there about an hour, who should come walking in but Tommy! "Uh, hi Dee Dee, and uh, Hi Sheba." After a few moments of indecision, finally he said, "I think I want Sheba tonight Dee Dee if you don't mind," the timid young man managed to stammer out. "Sure, go ahead, honey. I don't mind, but you remember you are my little boy now! You hear?" Dee Dee assured him. "And you treat my baby boy good, Sheba!" she laughed as they started through the beaded curtain to the back. Sheba took the young, nerdy man, who probably was still in college, back to an unoccupied room. The little routine played out with the questions, and the money transfer. However, tonight Tommy wanted a whole hour with the lovely middle-age woman with the auburn hair! When Sandra had Tommy turn over and she got to working on his erect penis, it took him a minute to work up the nerve. "Uh, Sheba, uh...uh..." The young man needed to gain confidence if he was going to be seeing whores much. "Yes, Tommy?" smiled his lady-love as she stroked his oil covered cock, gently flicking the open eye at the end of his shaft. Sandy had already found that doing this usually made any man go insane! "Uh, Sheba, uh...I'd like to fuck you...with you naked!" he finally managed to get out. "Well, Tommy, that's the only way I do fuck, naked that is!" laughed Sheba as she let go of his manhood so he could collect his extra money. After Sandy had safely locked away the extra money, and she had dropped her shear, red, baby-doll pajama outfit onto the floor, she slowly crawled up on the table and gently took him into her arms, as a mother would her own child. She knew what Tommy wanted. She grasped her right breast and extended it to Tommy's mouth to nurse on. "You see what it says, Tommy?" the 38-year old mother softly asked. "Uh, yes, I do. It says 'suck me'" he replied. "That right, my little boy. I want you to suck me, suck your Mommy's tittie to get all the milk out! It's so full because I've been holding it, waiting for you to come in and suck it out, Tommy. Please suck my titty, Tommy," whispered the sensuous MILF. The young man began to suckle and smack on Sandra's tit, as if he hadn't eaten in a week. While she was feeding him, Sandra was cooing soft words like, "That's Momma's good little man!" "Momma's precious little boy is nursing so good tonight!" "Do Mommy's titties taste good tonight? Huh?" Tommy's dick had never been harder and he felt it could not get any harder! It almost ached it was so engorged with blood. He kissed his "Momma" and said "I love you, Mommy!" "And Mommy loves her little man, too! Would Mommy's little man like to fuck his Mommy?" Sheba softly spoke into his ear. Tommy felt light-headed at the sexy seduction and thought he might pass out. "Yes, Mommy! I would love to fuck Mommy's pretty pussy! Please let me fuck Mommy's pretty pussy!" he begged. "Have you been a good boy since I saw you last? You haven't fucked any other Mommies have you, Tommy? "Oh, no. Please, please. I've only wanted to fuck you, Mommy!" pleaded the young man. The seductive play-acting was getting Sandra excited as well. Her nipples engorged with blood, hard and erect, her clit was swollen and throbbing in sync with her own heartbeat, and she was creaming from her slit, ready to receive "her little boy's" penis. Tommy climbed up on Sheba and plunged his dick into his make-believe mother and tried to keep from cumming as long as he could, but he was just too excited over the situation. He blew his spunk only after about a minute of plunging into "Mommy's" hot, moist hole. He gasped and moaned at the wonderful sensation of planting incestuous seed into his "Mommy." He had no condom on, because he paid for bareback, and normally the session would be over with, since they had only been in the room 40 minutes. But Sandra added the special touch of again holding the naked young man to her bosom, calming him, telling him that it was all right, and that she loved her little man for fucking her. During the remaining 20 minutes she gently kissed his skin, rubbed his back and around his anus. She was even able to reach down and get him erect again, so that he blew a sperm load into her hand. She licked her hand clean with a smacking noise and a smile. "How nasty you are, Mommy!" Tommy exclaimed. "Yes, Tommy. Your Mommy is a nasty whore! See? It says so right here," Sandy whispered as she pointed to her WHORE tattoo, courtesy of Mr. Tommy Dubois. She kissed his lips with cum soaked lips. * * * About 8:30, a man and a woman came in together and they wanted to both see one lady at the same time. They chose Sandy. As she escorted the attractive couple back to a room with two massage tables, she noticed that both were about her same age. When in the room, they said that they were glad that she would see them both and were willing to pay double for the privilege! That was certainly all right with the auburn-haired wife because that was that much more to be taken from her debt! Sandra thought that she had already been in enough heterosexual encounters with strange men and lesbian love with her own daughter, so that she thought that she could handle a threesome! And handle it she did! Come to find out, it was the wife's birthday, and she had always wondered what a threesome would be like with another woman. So this was her birthday present from her husband. When the session was over, the wife was exhausted but satisfied. She told Sheba that they would be back to see her real soon, before her next birthday. "Wow, girl! You sure had a hell of a night!" Dee Dee laughed as she and Sheba sat drinking coffee at the Waffle House. "I bet that Tommy will never forget tonight because you played his 'sexy Mommy' with him." Both women laughed but had to hold their conversation at low volume so the customers around wouldn't overhear the kinky stuff they were talking about. Sandy confessed that she was beginning to enjoy all the sex more, more than she thought she would at the beginning. Jeff had been her only sex partner for 20 years and even though she did heavy petting when she first dated, she never let a boy go all the way with her. Also, she told her friend about the trick Dubois pulled about increasing their debt because of "interest." From the way she figured it, she and Kendra were back to the original $80,000 amount that they first owed the evil black man after he took Kendra's cherry. The next night went about the same. Sheba had two customers, but Starla only had one. Sandy could tell that the young girl was pissed at her, even though she was at least 20 years older; almost twice Starla's age! One of the two customers Sheba had was a truck driver. He was in his 50's, big, and smelled of diesel fuel and was rough with her as he fucked her. He wanted to do the pretty mother in her ass, but she refused him. At home, Kendra and her dad watched TV after she had finished her homework. Once when she got up to go get a Coke for them both, she stopped behind Jeff's recliner and started massaging his neck, because he had told her earlier that it was stiff. She kneaded and rubbed his neck and he moaned, "Mmmmmm" in approval and enjoyment. Kendra slid her hands down to the front and under the Atlanta Falcons T-shirt he had on. She firmly rubbed his bare chest and chest hair, even tweaked his nipples once. It got the desired response that Kendra was hoping for. She saw a huge tent rise in his sweatpants, proof that she was turning him on and gave him an erection. Jeff just froze. He didn't know what to do! "Was she seducing him to have sex with her, or just playing with him?" in light of their recent conversation. After about a minute of this torture, the 16-year old daughter kissed her dad on his forehead and went to get their drinks. Nothing else happened that night nor anything said about the incident. She just wanted to tease him, and torture him, partly because of what he got her and her mother into, but mostly being mean. Sandra got home late, showered, and crawled in bed beside Jeff, who was sound asleep. She really kind of felt guilty for not being intimate with him, but after he didn't stir for 30 minutes, she got up and went to Kendra's bed and crawled in with her. She spooned her daughter's warm body for the rest of the night. * * * Wednesday morning, Dubois texted the address of the private club downtown to Sandra and told them to be there 2 o'clock sharp! "We've never been late to one of your whore sessions yet, you bastard!" the mother exclaimed out loud, but certainly did not return her response in a text message. When Kendra got home from school at noon, they decided to dress up in the Naughty Nurses outfits, and wear long coats on the way to the gig. They would put on the white starched nurses' caps just before starting their routine. Jeff was at work that morning in the large C.P.A firm he worked for. They were receiving several Korean businessmen trying to persuade them to let their firm handle the U.S. accounting work for the automobile company they represented. A luncheon was provided at a special club downtown that day and the agenda indicated that the meeting would be over by 2 p.m. He was glad that this wouldn't be one of those special meetings that would keep him late from getting home to his family. When the meeting was ended and successfully for Jeff's firm, the chairman and C.E.O. stood and announced, "Gentlemen, in appreciation for your business and our future relationship together, we have prepared a little show for you to demonstrate how we do 'Southern Hospitality' here in Atlanta. We have a couple of Southern belles here that I have been guaranteed will make your visit with us a memorable one. I present to you, Trixie, and Dixie!" A p.a. system started playing the same Joe Crocker song, "You Can Leave Your Hat On" that Kendra used her first night at The Pink Paradise. The mother-daughter duo came prancing and seductively began dancing around each man seated at the long table. Sandra and her daughter saw Jeff at the same time, with a look of shock on his face! Kendra glanced at her mother who simply gave a short nod, as if saying, "We've got to go through with it!" They continued bumping and grinding around each man, sitting in their laps, and rubbing their butts in their laps to the beat of the seductive music. They had started at opposite ends of the long conference table and worked their way around. Their nurse uniforms were only buttoned with the two buttons in the middle, making their tits and cunts clearly visible to the lusting and whistling men. Each dancer made sure that every man got a big massage of titties in his face and made each one slap their behinds with his hand. When they got to Sandy's husband and Kendra's dad, they treated him exactly the same as the others. They knew they couldn't give away that they were his wife and daughter. It might have jeopardized his position in the company! It would have been scandalous! So he got the same titties in the face and lap dance routine as all the rest. The only difference was, Jeff was not jeering, making lewd comments, and whistling at the exotic dancers. His face was white as if he had seen a ghost, and he did not even look at them, except for an occasional glance to see where each one was around the table. The Korean businessmen were really enjoying the entertainment, of course. They got special attention from the two beautiful women, one a gorgeous auburn-haired older woman, and a much younger, redheaded beauty. By the time the Crocker song was finished, they had both climbed up onto the long table and were standing arm in arm in the middle. After the applause was over, Sandra spoke, "Thanks guys! Thank you very much!" And emphasizing their Southern accents, "We are so glad to be here today to dance for y'all! Let me introduce you to my beautiful daughter, Trixie!" Each man clapped excitedly, except for one. Then Kendra spoke up, "Thank y'all very much. We are so glad to be here to dance for y'all. Let me introduce my lovely Momma, Dixie!" This confirmed most of the guy's suspicions that they were mother and daughter since they looked so much alike. This made the men's response even more enthusiastic, except for one who simply looked at the floor. Kendra nodded at the guy they had enlisted to play their music CD's and the second song began. It was a slower song then mother and daughter simply faced each other, high upon the table, and mother undid the two buttons of the daughter's dress and the daughter did the same for her mom. Then slowly and sensually each one simply pushed the dress off the shoulders of the other, letting them fall to the table, along with their toy stethoscopes. Now they were both completely nude. Their "suck me" tats and vulgar "slut" and "whore" brandings were now clearly visible. These sexy tattoos made the men drool at the women's nastiness. Jeff was light-headed and thought he might pass out. "When did they get those nasty tattoos, and why?" he asked himself. This was the first time he had seen these vulgar brandings for life. Trixie and Dixie proceeded to embrace and start passionately kissing each other in a most inappropriate way for a mother and her daughter. They were now two lesbians making love by not only kissing but also groping and feeling each other's breasts and pussies. Each woman began to leak sex juice down their legs until it was dripping on the table. They separated and began crawling on their hands and knees around the edge of the table, in opposite directions, like they did on stage at the strip club. Each man had an opportunity to feel or grope a breast or stick their fingers in the juicy twats or finger an asshole! The tattoos were a hit with Jeff's co-workers, when they read SUCK ME on a tit, and SLUT and WHORE right above their cunts. After each woman made a complete circle around the table they embraced again and kissed in the middle while they were kneeling on their knees. A completely unrehearsed moved was initiated by the mother. Sandra dipped her fingers in her own honey pot, getting them completely juicy and slick, then put it in the daughter's mouth for her to suck on. Kendra smiled at the profane move of her mother and did the same back to her own mother. They did the totally disgusting act to each other at least three times, and each time the recipient of the cum slicked fingers would smack and express "mmmmmm" to the taste of the other's ejaculate. Sandy did not know where that come from, but it was a deep expression of illicit lesbian love to her daughter. She suddenly realized that she was lusting for her own daughter's body and to make her a sexual pleasure toy. This was much better than the fake dildo in the back of her closet! The sexy mother would not dream of doing the vile exhibition with any other female, but it was so natural to share with her daughter. Then they passionately kissed again. The song was over and the two, hot strippers climbed down from the table. While the music was silent, before the third song, one of Jeff's co-workers, Joe Williams, leaned over to Jeff, whom he was sitting beside, and asked, "Hey, Jeff, isn't that your wife Sandra? And isn't that your daughter Kendra?" Joe had recognized them both from a company picnic that they had attended last summer. "Nah, Joe. You're wrong! My wife and daughter would never do anything like this! It must be the make-up and hairstyle that makes them look like my girls!" Jeff tried to rationalize it to his friend, but Joe didn't look convinced. "Well, it sure looks like them Jeff, whatever you say!" the co-worker replied. Joe had noticed his friend's demeanor during the vulgar performance of the two dancers. He saw that Jeff didn't look like he was enjoying it at all! At the beginning of the third and final song, each woman went to the Korean representatives and made out with each one, by kissing, putting the Asian hands on their breasts, and pushing their fingers well up into their slits, coming out with pussy juice soaked fingers, which the dancer sucked from their fingers. The song was a long slow number, so the sensuous strippers made their way to the C.E.O. and did the same to him, together. Dixie and Trixie then separated and each went down separate sides of the large conference table, sitting on strange men’s' laps, letting their tits be mauled or sucked, since their tits said, "SUCK ME" and getting finger fucked. Since they were branded for life as a whore and a slut above their twats, they figured they would act the part. Sandra was coming down the opposite side of the table from Jeff, but his 16-year old daughter was coming down his side. "What in the world am I going to do? I can't sexually molest my own daughter!" Jeff thought to himself. If he had to act raunchy with his own wife, that was one thing. But with his teenage daughter? And with all his co-workers looking on? His stomach was turning into knots, and his face was sweating, as the lovely redhead got closer. When Kendra got to her dad, she grabbed his hands and forced them onto her nice, firm orbs, and kissed him on the lips. The kiss wasn't so bad. He had kissed his daughter on the lips before, but certainly never with this much tongue! Kendra then grabbed his left hand to which Jeff resisted, but his daughter held it firm. He knew what was to occur next. Kendra bent over to whisper into her father's ear and said, "Relax, Daddy! You've got to! Everyone is watching us! They can't know I'm your daughter. I don't mind, really! Please don't embarrass me or make me look bad. And my life may depend on it!" With that Jeff relaxed his arm and his 16-year old pushed his fingers completely into her soaking wet vagina. But Jeff unknowingly curled his fingers forward and hit her G-spot. With the orgy-like actions that were going on in the room, and the illicit taboo of mother-daughter incest and now father-daughter incest happening, it was all too much for the teenager to contain. Kendra threw her head back and screamed, "AAAAUUUUGGHHH! Oh, gawd, yesssss! Fuck meeeee you damn pervert! Finger fuck my pussy, baby!" as a massive orgasm roared through her oversexed body! "AAAAUUUUGGHHH! Finger fuck my twat! Please make me cum D...You nasty mother fucker!" she cried again. She almost said the word "Daddy" but caught herself in time. This was the only one of the men that she had reacted this way to, and the entire room began clapping, thinking that Jeff had just brought off a nasty, young stripper to orgasm, not knowing that she was really his daughter. The orgasm was more intense because this was her Daddy. But Joe, sitting in the next seat, knew. The erotic explosion from the young girl shocked Jeff's co-worker. When Kendra's orgasm subsided, she pulled his fingers out, put them in her mouth and sucked them with a smack. She smiled bent back over to her father's ear and whispered, "Thank you, Daddy that was a good fuck!" then she got up and proceeded next to Joe Williams, the only man in the room who recognized the teenage girl. Meanwhile, Jeff's cock stiffened and gave him a tremendous hard-on in his pants, which resulted in a wet spot, after she whispered those words of a sexual deviant. His mind went back to the night when she said, "Whatever you and I do behind locked doors is our business." When the long song was over and all the men had been serviced, Trixie and Dixie bowed to the appreciative and very horny men, gathered their nurses' uniforms and music CD and left. Jeff was still sweating. Would Joe tell his superiors? Would the word get out? Would they fire him? All these dark questions raced through his mind. That night when Jeff got home, Kendra was just sitting down at the supper table where her mother had just finished placing their hot food for supper and was sitting down too. The woman were dressed in their normal, baggy Braves sweat suits. Jeff took off his coat and sat down in his spot. They all bowed their heads, held hands, and prayed as the young daughter said the blessing for the meal, all as if nothing had happened between them today. Sandra spoke up first. "Jeff, we had no idea that you would be there today. Dubois had set up the appointment and just said it was at a private club downtown. If he had said it would be in your office, I would have come up with some excuse to get out of it! But we were paid a thousand dollars for that performance! A thousand dollars toward the debt that you created and we are trying to pay back! You should be happy and grateful that we love you enough to do all this to keep our family from falling apart, or even worse!" After a minute of reflection and silence, as each family member filled their plates with food, Jeff finally spoke, "I am extremely grateful. I wish so much that I hadn't put our family into this situation. Thank you both so much! I love you both, you know that, and no matter what y'all do, I will always love you!" Both Kendra and her mother went to Jeff, hugged his neck, and kissed him, Kendra with just a peck on the lips, and her mother with a husband and wife kiss, and nothing more. As the started eating, the redheaded daughter asked, "Well, how did you enjoy our performance today, Daddy? Jeff almost choked on his first bite, but manage to say "I thought it was real good," he said sheepishly. "Just 'real good'?" I think Momma and I put on an excellent show for your group" the young girl laughed, trying to ease the tension in the room. As they continued eating, Jeff said, "I have an idea where I might can get the debt taken care of sooner so that you two won't have to do all these things anymore." "What do you have in mind, Dad?" the ever-inquisitive daughter asked. "Well, I don't really know yet, but I had a thought today after y'all left, and I'll think about a plan. I won't mentioned anything about it yet, so that y'all won't get your hopes up," was all the answer Jeff would give his family. But little did the two lovely women know that his plan would involve something illegal and, if they had known about it, they would have committed to keep on being the nigger's whores for as long as it took. Chapter 15 Three months later, at the end of the summer, the evil black man made yet again another interest adjustment, adding another 15% of the debt owed. Not only did he threaten Kendra's life, but also he threatened again to expose Susan and Kendra's sordid sexual activities to their church. This time he had video of the mother at the massage parlor and the daughter at the strip club as proof of their lasciviousness. A DVD was sent to the house that proved all the sordid activities of the mother and daughter. The audio that played as the lewd activities played on screen was Sandra's voice on the phone with Dubois. "Do you like the sex, Sandra? "Yes." came Sandra's reply. "Yes, what Sandra?" Dubois asked. "Yes, I like the sex." came the wife's reply. When the video showed Kendra stripped and crawling around on the Pink Paradise stage, pushing her crotch up into men's faces, the audio played, "And Kendra likes the sex too, doesn't she, Sandra?" "Yes," came her answer during the phone conversation. "Yes, what, Sandra?" again was his question. "Yes, Kendra likes the sex as well!" as the mother was almost yelling and crying at the same time into the phone during the conversation. The video had been mailed to their house in a large manila envelope, addressed to "The Jackson Family." Inside was the DVD showing both Sandra and Kendra, as well as two other smaller manila envelopes. One was already addressed to Sandra's parents and the other was addressed to the pastor of Riverdale Baptist Church. The message of the two envelopes was perfectly clear. Copies of the DVD would be sent to her parents and the church if they did not continue to cooperate with Dubois' demands. Since school was out at the end of May, the 16-year old, soon to be 17, stepped up and offered to work more during the summer. She really did enjoy all the sex as her mother did. However, Dubois did not provide more "work" for them to do, and their debt did not decrease very much during the summer. The women could not seem to get ahead to get out of Terrance Dubois' blackmail scheme. In September, Jeff Jackson was indicted by a grand jury and arrested for embezzlement and fraud from his accounting firm. His "plan" to get the money to pay off the debt that he had told his wife and daughter about backfired. He gave the excuse to his family that he couldn't bear to see his wife and daughter being sex slaves to Dubois. It seemed that, although Jeff was good with figures and accounts, he wasn't so good in covering up his tracks. Plus, the revelation that Jeff's wife and daughter were the lewd strippers for the Koreans made the upper management of his firm suspicious. The husband of a once faithful and loving family was sentenced to 10 to 15 years after a plea agreement with the prosecution. He was incarcerated in the Valdosta State Prison Annex, which houses medium and minimum-security offenders. * * * The knocking on the mobile home door resounded through the entire singlewide. Kendra waddled to the front door and saw it was Connie Nix from next door. "Hey, Connie! Come on in," the very pregnant girl said, standing there in her blue graduation gown, with her belly sticking out the front as she held her back like most extremely pregnant women do. "Sit down and have a seat, Connie. Sorry that the house is a mess. Momma didn't feel like cleaning up today, because she worked at the Pink Paradise last night from 4 until 10, then she pulled a 10 o'clock to 2 o'clock shift at the massage parlor. So she was dead tired this morning. I guess she's slept about all day," the glowing 17-year old soon to be mother explained. "That's all right, honey. You've been over in my place enough to know that I'm not a great housekeeper either," Connie said as she sat on a faded sofa obtained from the thrift store. She had a paper sack that had a tall bottle in it in her hand that she sat down on the coffee table. "You want a Coke, Connie?" asked the still always polite Kendra. "Yeah, honey. I'll take an orange drink if you ain't got any beer," replied their next-door neighbor. In the South, any soft drink can be referred to as a Coke. "Momma, run out of beer yesterday and hasn't been to the store to get any yet. Ya' know I can't drink anymore until after this baby is popped out of my hole, which is any day now," the lovely 17-year old explained as she waddled over and handed Connie the Fanta orange. The young mother-to-be sat down by her good friend on the couch. "But you know, I do slip and drink a beer now and then!" giggled the pretty redhead. "I know you do, honey, and your Momma does too! Say, why are you walking around in your graduation gown. The ceremony isn't until tonight at 7 ain't it?" quizzed Connie as she started drinking her orange drink. "Those damn people who the school got the robes from sent mine with the zipper busted. My big ole belly sticks out like a full-grown watermelon. I was going to see if Momma was up so she can pin it for me with these safety pins," answered Kendra. "Here let me see if I can help fix it for you, baby," Connie said as she sat her drink on the second-hand coffee table. "We got some 'Jack' if you want something stronger!" offering her next-door neighbor some Jack Daniels that they had. Connie had become like a second mother to the lovely redhead since they had to move in the trailer park when the next-door trailer in Lot 27 became available. The Jacksons lost their house after the trial, selling it to try to pay the legal fees. "No, child, it's too early in the day to be drinkin' the hard stuff. Your mom said she had the night off since your graduation was tonight, so I imagine we will be working on that bottle of 'Jack' tonight after we get home. There's your Momma now!" Connie said as she had her arm up Kendra's gown, trying to get it pinned. Sandra walked in the room with just a short tank top and a pair of panties on, and nothing else. Her WHORE tattoo was plainly visible. "What are you doin', Connie. Are you frigging my daughter's pregnant pussy again?" said the still sleepy Sandra as she came in and sat in an easy chair, that didn't match the couch, because it was second hand as well. "No, bitch! If I was going to molest this pretty daughter of yours, I'd be eating out that pretty red snatch of hers!" and all the women laughed at the lewd joke between friends. "Momma, my zipper busted on my gown, and Connie said she would pin it for me since you were still lyin' down. You know what, Momma? The principal's office called me in and tried to get me not to wear my honor student gold cord tonight because they said it might not look good for the school to have an unwed pregnant girl being an honors student. You know what I told them? I told them 'I've worked hard to get this fuckin' gold cord, and if you mother-fuckers don't want me to wear it, you'll have to snatch it off me as I go across the stage!' That quieted them down right quick!" Kendra told her mom. "That's my girl! You're learning to stand up for yourself," Sandy replied. "Well one thing you didn't learn Miss Honor Student," added Connie "is to completely trust those damn birth control pills! You know those things aren't 100% effective, and you got the belly there to prove it!" "Yeah, I know it." Kendra replied with a grin as she lovingly rubbed her huge belly. She and her mother worked a bachelor party last September, and the lovely senior got her belly filled up with cum. She didn't tell her mother that she forgot taking the pills for three days around then. She was starting her senior year and got busy with school and got careless. Now she didn't know whose baby it was, or if it would come out black, white, or Mexican! All she knew was the health department told her it would be a boy. She and her Momma would love it, no matter what the little bastard child was. Sandra spoke up to change the subject. She really didn't look forward to being a grandma at 39, but she guessed she didn't have a choice. "Connie, did I tell you I got my final divorce papers in yesterday in the mail?" "No, you didn't tell me, Sandy. Well congratulations! You are now a free woman like me and 'Big Red' here!" Kendra punched her friend on the shoulder for the sarcastic remark. "Yeah, and do you know what that son of a bitch, Jeff, did? He went and counter sued me on grounds of adultery! Yeah, I fucked around on him, but only because of him, and his greed!" spat the auburn-haired MILF. "Well, he's probably committing adultery himself now with all his 'girlfriends' down there in Valdosta State!" laughed Connie, and Sandy joined her in the good hearted laugh at her now ex-husband. She could just imagine Jeff being sodomized by a big, rough fellow prisoner. Kendra only smiled because after all that had happened, she still loved her daddy. "Yeah, and if Kendra hasn't popped this kid out by then, I think she and I are going back to Riverdale Baptist this Sunday morning and march right in with all those good folks! Maybe I can find me a boyfriend!" laughed Sandra, which spread to the other two. "There, darlin', I've finished pinning it the best I can," Connie announced. "Maybe that will keep your big, pregnant belly in until after you graduate." "Thank you, Connie," the redheaded girl said as she kissed her neighbor on the lips. Just then a knock came to the front door again. "Maybe that's Tommy, Momma! I told him to come over this afternoon if he could," Kendra announced as she waddled to the door. "Hi, Kendra! Is it all right if I can come in?" said the familiar male voice. "Sure, Tommy! Come on in. Connie was helping me with my graduation gown, but it's all fixed now. You think my big belly looks cute in it, Tommy?" the redheaded vixen asked the young man as he stepped inside. "Yeah, Kendra. You will be the coolest looking graduate there. You will have something that none of the other graduates will have!" joked the young man that Sandra had played "Mommy" to. Sandra introduced Tommy to her daughter six-months ago, and they had been seeing each other and having sex ever since then. She knew that Tommy was a "good boy" because of all the times she had talked to him at The Sensual Touch. He even met her and Dee Dee after their shift for coffee at the Waffle House. Since he was only 22, he would make a good boyfriend or maybe even a good husband for her daughter, if things got that far. "Hi, Sandy. Hi, Connie. How are y'all today?" the polite but nerdy young man asked. "We are doing fine Tommy!" Sandra said as she pulled him down to her face and gave him a good kiss on the mouth. "Come on back to my bedroom, Tommy and you can help me take my gown off, and anything underneath it you'd like to take off!" said the sexy redhead with the pregnant belly. Then she waddled back down the narrow mobile home hallway to her bedroom in the back. The young couple went into the daughter's room and shut the door behind them. "Sandy, you ain't right girl! Letting that boy in here to fuck your daughter!" scolded her neighbor. "Aw, Connie, she could do worse. Besides, Tommy is smart, and Kendra is smart. When they have a baby, it should be smart too!" beamed the beautiful grandmother to be. "Oh, by the way Sandy," Connie asked, "Have you heard any more about who killed Terrance Dubois last month? The paper has quit printing anything about it." "Nope, I haven't. And all I can say is good riddance!" answered her friend. It seems that Terrance's Dubois' house burned to the ground the first part of April. The arson squad found five bodies inside, all Negro men. One of the bodies was definitely Dubois', but the others were still listed as "John Does." Each one had a gunshot in the head of the charred remains, so the police figured it was some kind of rival underworld type trying to take over his operation and they burned the house down to cover any evidence. The thing about it is, all of Dubois' records were destroyed in the fire, and any evidence that could surface to implicate Sandra and Kendra as part of his sex business. So as far as they knew, they were out from under his control. But they were going to "lay low" for a while until they were sure. Besides, they were not working pretty good money now, since none went to Dubois anymore. The police suspected the blond bimbo Mitzi as the perp, since she went back to New York around that time. "Oh, I almost forgot, girlfriend," Connie spoke up. "Here's a little present I got for you to celebrate your freedom from Terrance Dubois and finally getting out from his damn control," the thoughtful neighbor said as she handed the sack with the tall bottle to her auburn-haired friend. When Sandra pulled the bottle out, it was a bottle of Southern Comfort Premium. "Oh, thank you, Connie! That's sweet!! I love to drink Southern Comfort. You are such a good friend to my girl and me. You've given me a lot of 'Southern Comfort' along with my other girlfriends over this past year or so, and I appreciate it so much," Sandra said as she was almost brought to tears at her old school mate's kindness. "It's not much, but at least we will have something nice to drink tonight after the graduation ceremony," replied her good friend as she stood up to leave. "Let me get out of here now before you start blubberin'. I'll see you tonight at the graduation. "See you there, hon'," Sandy called out at her as she started toward her own trailer. Sandra glanced up at her clock in her small kitchen that was just off her living room as is usual for such a small mobile home. It was just after 2 o'clock. She warmed up a cup of day-old coffee in the microwave from yesterday's pot. Just then her cell phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Dee Dee. "Hi, Barbara! How ya' doin' hon? "Yes, the graduation is tonight at 7 p.m. "Oh, I'm glad Soon Lee gave you the night off so you could come to it. It would mean a lot to me, Dee. After the graduation, I want you to come back over here and have a party with me and my neighbor. She just brought me a bottle of Southern Comfort. And Kendra and Tommy will be here too, probably, and you know Tommy would just LOVE to see his Mommy here!" Sandra giggled at her own joke. "Ok, I'd like that, hon. You know no other woman besides my daughter can lick my pussy as good as you can, Dee. "Ok, bye-bye. See ya' at the graduation," then Sandy disconnected her cell. The coffee had finished warming and the auburn-haired beauty took the cup out of the microwave. She stood and drank several sups while standing in her kitchen, pondering, and thinking of her present situation. However, she was not sadden because of her circumstances. She had a beautiful young daughter, who was also a wonderful lover, and several good friends. She had long ago determined that she would just face each situation as they presented themselves to her. She glanced at the clock again and saw 10 minutes had gone by since she last looked. "Kendra and Tommy should have had enough time by now," she spoke out loud, as she made her way, barefoot, down the hallway towards Kendra's bedroom. As she slipped her way into the small, darkened bedroom, she slipped off her small tank-top and slipped her panties down around her perfect ass, and let them drop to the floor. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Sandra saw the two naked figures together on the bed in front of her having sex. Sandra didn't just want to have sex, she had to have sex, she craved sex, and these two young people were handy to do just that, even though one of the dark figures was her nude daughter. As she crawled slowly onto the bed from the foot, she began to say softly, Kendra looked up and said, "There comes my whore Momma now. See, Tommy? It says so above her sloppy pussy." "There's my babies!" Sandra cooed as she crawled slowly toward her lovers. The girl and young man separated so that the MILF could slip between them. "Does my little girl want to nurse from Mommy's breast?" "Yes, Mommy. Can I suck your titties?" asked the very pregnant honors student. "It says for me to suck it, just like mine does!" Mommy responded by holding and extending her fleshy orb that was branded with "suck me" on it. "And here's Mommy's large nipples for her baby girl to suckle on." Kendra began to loudly smack and suck on her mother's naked breast. "Does Mommy's little boy want to fuck his Mommy" Sandra asked as she lay on her back. "Yes, please, I want to fuck you, Mommy," came Tommy's answer. "Come on then, my little boy. Fuck your Mommy! Put that dick of yours up in Mommy. Fuck her good! Make Mommy cum, Tommy! Shoot your cream in Mommy's pussy. Make yourself a little brother or sister." Sandy commanded and teased as she held her pussy lips open. They all knew that it would be impossible but all three of the dark figures, wallowing in sexual ecstasy on the bed, made it into a good fantasy. Tommy sunk his hard, erect cock into the wet, waiting cunt of the MILF. "Fuck you, Mommy!" *** The End *** |
I got really busy with work and I wanted to let loose I got dressed and I was out the door so far I am straight. I am sure that you can tell but I was at the bar hitting on this bartender and I was so surprised that I was there and I got a girl from behind me that was so good looking for a good while and I was gonna start to say something but she very delicately saying that she was in town for a while but was there for fun I was intrigued and I hit on her and I was so fast to move the situation along and asked her what she was planning on doing that night and I got her to go ahead and suggested that we go to her place for a drink and I was on it I was in her living room and I see go to the bathroom and I got to thinkin I was like Hmm what’s it like and all to be pissed on or her sitting there and she eventually emerged. I got a little hard on that I was there with and she was so happy to see me that she started to get close and I kissed her and I was going in with my to tongue and she had a skirt on and Good rack with a cut off on my ass was pulling her close and I got naked she was suckin on me bro I was so surprised that I was feeling it so I was working with her getting her naked. I grabbed her pussy and I felt a limp bulge and I was there wondering what it was and how about this I am thinking while rubbing this Alright and I stop. It’s a penis but that’s a girl, and she said what I was gonna tell you thought you knew. I see the penis is in panties and I got to lookin this girl had a good size cock. I was bout to leave the house and She pushes me and I was starting to stand up and I feel that girl grab me and she said don’t you want me? And I was there laughing and I was thinking about it and I was like oh I didn’t think this would work out and quickly she said that she didn’t want me to go if I didn’t cum and I was so against it and I was so surprised that I was horny but I couldn’t do it, right away she grabbed her privates and she was so well built and was so cute and I gotta say that I would not stop looking at her and I knew that she saw me when I looked at her penis and ya that’s what happen she said I was going to enjoy it but she didn’t want me to worry about it. I was thinking about something in between her legs and then she was headed to me and I was trying to make sense and I was looking at a cock and I was looking at it then up to her and I was looking at a pair of tits and her saying that she was hoping that I would suck her clitty I guess she wanted me bad for some reason even earlier I never thought her rubbing on me and I got a few touches of it that was that thing. I had this thing so close to my face and I was looking at her Cock when she said that I was so wanting this and I am sure that she was going to turn the other way but she rubbed it on my face and lip and I was so not having fun. I got a lick of it and I was hearing about it and I got mad and I was tryin but still got me. She was sure that I was ready or something I was telling her I can’t do it I gotta say she stuck in in my mouth and I got to say oh Yeah I gotta cock in my mouth and I was slowly but I was there sucking it and I was ashamed and she spoke saying see what I can do with you and what you said you can’t I guess she was right I was there and I gotta get a little bit more fun having my head forced onto her dick to see what I capable of but it was going on with no problems and then I got a good mouth of cum and it was on my chin and a part of my face I was so surprised that I swallowed cum and I said “really you couldn’t tell me” and I then had a good “ they always swallow it is a treat. “ I got my mouth off her and was breathing and I was so surprised that she was moaning so much I got to see my self and I am still naked sure something else will happen to me and I can feel that grabs me and I gets so close kissing me and I am feeling a cock push against me and I am actually a little bit more turned on. I got a ride that I would not forget I was going along with it she grabs my butt to me I am sure that it’s nothing but I’m gonna regret thinking that you know I was quickly told this is what you gonna do you want to stay calm and relax I need you to be a good boy and I feel something on my butthole and I am sure that she has that dick there and I am a virgin and I tell her that so she doesn’t. I got told “ you are??? Huh that’s not what I see, feel like a good boy?” And I gotta say that I was there relaxing and I got a hard push and I was so on, I was there feeling it enter my ass and I was so surprised that I got to see my ass on dick and I was riding her and she was so happy to hear that I was moaning and I was trying not to say anything but I was gonna cum from it and I was so happy that I was gonna cum but how. I was fucked and I was gonna cum from it , I gotta see how she was she made me taste it and I eventually had cum in my ass and I was so horny and unbelievably just got to see myself suck a tranny and be fucked by one. I was so horny and I just can’t believe it. I know what I gotta do and ya I feel her cock with my hand and I got to suck it again but it was so fun and I got cum in my mouth and I got a good thing I realize now there are many things out there |
COLLEGE FUN I STARTED COLLEGE AND SINCE I WAS TAKING COMPUTER SCIENCE, I GOT A JOB AS AN ASSISTANT FOR IT DEPARTMENT, I LOVED THE JOB IT WAS EASY FIXING OTHER STUDENTS’ COMPUTERS, AND PRINTERS. I OF COURSE HAD TO SIGN A SHIT LOAD OF NON-DISCLOSURE STATEMENTS. I MAINLY SET UP NEW COMPUTERS THE SCHOOL BOUGHT TO RUN ON OUR NETWORK AND SET PASSWORDS FOR THE INSTRUCTERS AND THEIR CLASSES FOR SPECIFIC SITES. ONE MORNING I WENT IN EARLY TO JUST GET OUT OF CLASS AND ON MY DESK WAS A AWESOME GAMING LAPTOP. THER WAS A NOTE ON IT EXSPLAINING A STUDENT HAD WON THIS DEVICE AND IT WAS WORKING GOOD UNTIL ONE NIGHT IT JUST QUIT LETTING THEM DO ANYTHING AT ALL. I WANTED TO GET INTO IT AND JUST SEE HOW IT WAS SET UP BECAUSE THIS WAS TOP OF THE LINE UNIT. I OPENED THE LAPTOP AND IT WAS LOCKED AND I DID NOT HAVE THE PASSWORD FOR IT. I LOADED MY LITTLE HACKER DRIVE AND WAS IN IT QUICKLY. THE BROWSER OPENED AND THEN CRASHED SO I STARTED IT UP IN SAFE MODE AND QUICKLY LOOKED FOR A NEW OUT WORM THAT WAS REAKING HAVOC AT THE TIME. I FOUND IT QUICKLY AND REMOVED IT AND JUST OUT OF CURIOSITY I CHECKED THE BROWSER HISTORY AND WAS BLOWN AWAY AT THE SITES THAT HAD BEEN VIEWED ON THIS COMPUTER. I WAS SCROLLING THROUGH AND LOOKED UNDER FAVORITES FOR MOST VISITEED AND FOUND THIS PERSON WAS REALLY INTO GAY PORN. I MEAN REALLY INTO GAY PORN. I WAS HAPPY AND THEN A REALIZATION HIT ME I COULD NOT LET THE OWNER KNOW I HAD BEEN SNOOPING. I DECIDED WHEN HE CAME AND GOT IT I WOULD FIND OUT AS MUCH AS I COULD ABOUT HIM AND GO FROM THERE. WE LIVED IN A SMALL SOUTHERN TOWN AND GAY WAS A NO-NO SO I WOULD HAVE TO BE SMART ABOUT THIS. IT WAS AFTER LUNCH AND A BORING DAY WAS WINDING DOWN. I COULD NOT GET THE THOUGHT OF A FELLOW GAY BOY IN THE SAME SCHOOL WHO WAS OBVIOUSLY INTO THE SAME KIND OF THINGS. I WAS STILL A VIRGIN BUT I HAVE GIVIN BLOW JOBS TO GUYS IN OTHER TOWNS. I WAS GETTING READY TO SHUT MY OFFICE DOWN AND I HEARD A KNOCK ON MY OUTER DOOR. I WAS SO HOPEFUL AND I CALLED OUT COME IN. A GIRL FROM MY MAYH CLASS WALKED IN AND SMILED AND SAID HEY WE HAVE A CLASS TOGETHER. DID YOU GET MY LAPTOP FIXED? I HAD A SHOCKED LOOK ON MY FACE AND SAID YOURS? SHE GIGGLED AND SAID ACTUALLY IT BELONGS TO MY BROTHR. HE IS ENROLLED HERE AND ASKED ME TO BRING IT IN FOR REPAIRS. I SAID OH COOL, HE AND I SHOULD MEET AND DO SOME GAMING TOGETHER SOMETIMES. SHE LAUGHTED AND SAID I DON’T THING HE PLAYS MANY GAMES, I HAVE WALKED IN ON HIM MASTERBATING BEFORE, I’M SURE PORN SITES IS WHAT MESSED IT UP TO START WITH. I DON’T KNOW WHY HE DOESN’T JUST GET A GIRFREIND BECAUSE A LOT OF THEM ARE INTERESTED IN HIM. HE SAYS HE WILL ONCE HE GETS DONE WITH SCHOOL. I JUST GIGGLED AND SAID WELL THAT IS MY THEORY TOO. I DO HAVE TO TELL YOU ME AND HIM NEED TO HOOK UP I CAN SHOW HIM SAFE SITES AND WHAT TO DO IF IT HAPPENS AGAIN. HE ALSO DOSE NOT NEED TO BE ASHAMED AND HE CAN BRING IT IN ON HIS OWN, I DON’T BITE. TELL HIM TO CALL OR TEXT ME AND I WILL BE HAPPY TO HELP HIM OUT I NEED ALL THE PRACTICE I CAN GET. SHE SAID SURE THING I HAVE YOUR NUMBER SO I’LL TELL HIM TONIGHT WHEN HE GETS IN FROM WORK. I ASKED WHERE DOES HE WORK AT. SHE TOLD ME HE IS WORKING AT STOP AND GO OFF CAMPUS. MY HEART SKIPPED A BEAT. COULD THIS BE THE GUY I TALK TO AND JACK OFF THINKING ABOUT AT NIGHT. SHE LEFT AND I CLOSED UP MY OFFICE AND SIGHNED MY TIME SHEET. I HEADED ON TO THE HOUSE AND GOT TO THINKING I KNOW WHERE SHE LIVES. I THOUGHT ABOUT RIDING BY AND SEE IF I COULD SEE HIM AND THAT IS WHEN I REMEMBERED THE GUY AT STOP AND GO I FANTASIZED ABOUT WAS NOT HER BROTHER. THAT GUY TOLD ME HE LIVED A TOWN OVER FROM OURS. I FIXED ME A SANDWICH AND SAT THERE WATCHING TV AND MOMENTARILY RELAXED MY BRAIN AND LET MY HORNIENESS SLIP AWAY. I WENT INTO THE BATHROOM TO GET A SHOWER AND WHILE IN THERE DOING SOME EXTRA SCUBBING OR WE WILL CALL IT THAT. I HEAD MY PHONE DING. I FIGURED IT WAS AN EMAIL FROM SCHOOL. I GOT OUT AND DRIED OFF AND HIT MY SCREEN AND IT LIT UP WITH A MESSAGE FROM AN UKNOWN CONTACT. IT READ MY SISTER TOLD ME YOU WANTED TO SEE IF YOU COULD HELP ME OUT. I NEARLY BROKE MY NECK GRABBING MY PHONE AND HEADING TO MY BED TO REPLY. WHAT DO I SAY TO HIM? I STARTED SIMPLE AND SAID YEAH I CAN SHOW YOU SAFE SITES TO VISIT AND HOW TO FIX YOU LAPTOP IF THIS HAPPENS AGAIN. THERE WAS A PAUSE THEN HE REPLIED I DON’T KNOW IF WE GO TO SAME SITES OR SAME TYPE ANYWAY. I STARED AT MY PHONE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO SAY NEXT. I FINALLY JUST SENT ARE YOU ALONE RIGHT NOW. I GOT A REPLY AND IT READ YES IN MY ROOM NOW. I SAID SEE IF YOU LIKE THIS SITE. I SENT HIM LINK TO XVIDEO THAT I LIKED TO JACK OFF TO. I SAT THERE FOR SEVERAL MINUTES AND ALL I COULD THINK IS OH NO I HAVE RUINED THAT AND NOW I WILL BE OUTED TO THE WORLD. I LAID MY PHONE DOWN ON THE BED AND WENT INTO WORRYING MODE. MY PHONE FINALLY DINGED AGAIN AND IT SAID WOW, THAT IS HOT AND WHAT IM INOT FOR REAL. MY MIND STARTED RACING AND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO SAY NEXT. MY MIND WAS JUMPING AROUND IS HE A TOP OR BOTTOM. HAVE I SEEN HIM BEFORE, TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHO HE IS. I FINALLY SENT BACK A REPLY, COME BY THE IT OFFICE MONDAY AND WE WILL GO EAT TOGETHER. HE QUICKLY REPLIED GOOD DEAL SEE YOU THEN. MY MIND WENT INTO OVERDRIVE AND I STARTED IMMEDIATELY MASTERBATING. I JACKED OFF THREE TIMES BEFORE I FELL ASLEEP. MONDAY CAME VERY SLOWLY AND WAS A NERVOUS WRECK BY LUNCH TIME. I WAS ON PINS AND NEEDLES WAITING. I HEARD A KNOCK ON MY DOOR AND MY VOICE CRACKED AS I SAID COME IN. THE DOOR OPENED AND THER HE STOOD. TALL SKINNY AS A TWING. RED HAIR SMOOTH COMPLEXTION, EMERALD GREEN EYES. HEY STUMBLED OUT OF MY MOUTH AND HE STUCK HIS HQN OUT QND I SHOOK IT AND HE WANTED TO KNOW IF I WAS READY TO GO EAT. I SAID SURE LETS GO GET A BURGER. WE WENT TO THE CAFETERIA AND GOT OUR FOOD AS WE LOOKED FOR A TABLE HE ASKED IF WE COULD EAT SOMEWHERE MORE PRIVATE HE DID NOT LIKE CROWDS. I SAID SURE AND WE WENT TO MY OFFICE AND I WAS RELIVED BECAUSE I HAVE NEVER BEEN GOOD IN GROUPS LIKE THAT EITHER. WE SAT ON THE STOOLS AT MY WORK BENCH AND WE ATE IN SILICE WHEN I ASKED WHAT ALL YOU LIKE TO DO, AND QUICKLY REALIZED THE QUESTION I HAD JUST ASKED AND ADDED IN YOUR SPAIRE TIME. HE SAID I LIKE ANIME AND ROCK MUSIC TO PASS THE TIME WHEN IM NOT WORKING OR DOING SCHOOL WORK. I SAID COOL I LIKE ROCK TOO AND I AM A HUGE ANIME FAN. HE SMILED AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. I SMILED BACK AND HE ASKED WHAT DID I LIKE TO DO IN MY SPARE TIME. I TOLD HIM I WORKED ON OLD JUNK COMPUTERS AT HOME SO I CAN GET BETTER AT BUILDING THEM. HE SAID THAT’S COOL I DON’T KNOW MUCH ABOUT COMPUTERS. I CAN TEACH YOU IF YOU WANT TO ME TOO, MAYBE YOU WANT TO COME OVER TO MY HOUSE ONE DAY. I AT THERE BY MYSELF MOST OF THE TIME ANYWAY. MY MOM STAYS AT HER BOYFRIENDS ALL THE TIME. I SEEN A LIGHT IN HIS EYES AS HE SAID ID LIKE THAT. WE CHATED A LITTLE AS WE ATE AND THEN HE LEFT AND I BOLDLY KISSED HIM ON THE CHEEK AS HE GOT UP TO LEAVE AND HE BLUSHED RED AS DID I. HE GIVE ME PECK ON MY CHEEK AND SAID I WILL SEE YOU SOON AND HE HEADED OUT. I FINSHED MY WORK AND LOCKED UP THE OFFICE AND WENT TO SOCIAL STUDIES CLASS TO GET MY BOOK I FORGOT EARLIER AND AS I LEFT I HEARD A VOICE, HEY CAN YOU SEE WHAT YOU CAN DO TO GET MY BROTHER TO BE MORE OUTGOING OR FIGURE OUT WHY HE IS SO SHY AROUND PEOPLE. I REPLIED YES MAAM I WILL SEE WHAT I CAN DO, WE ARE HANGING OUT SOON. I WALKED AWAY WITH A HUGE SMILE ON MY FACE. ONCE HOME I JUMPED IN THE SHOWER AND IMMEDIATELY STARTED MASTERBATING AGAIN. I LAID DOWN IN BED AND STARTED PLANNING. I WAS CDRTAIN IF HE WAS SHY AND RESERVED, HE WAS GOING TO BE A BOTTOM AND I WAS GOING TO GIVE HIM THE FUCKING OF HIS LIFE. I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GO ABOUT MAKING A MOVE. I DECIDED TO GIVE HIM A BLOW JOB AND THEN GO DOWN ON HIS HOLE AND MAKE HIM BEG ME FOR SOME COCK. I CONTEMPLATED HOW AND WHEN TO BRING IT UP. I WAS SEARCHING PORN SITES AND FOUND AN ANIME OF TWO BOYS WHO START SLOW AND QUCKLY TURNS INTO HARD CORE ANAL SEX WITH EACH OTHER. I FINALLY DECIDED TO SEND A LINK TO HIS PHONE, I JUST HAPPENED TO THINK AHEAD AND ASKED IF HE WAS IN A SAFE PLACE TO GET A VIDEO LINK FROM ME. HE QUICKLY REPLIED YES SEND IT. I SENT HIM THE LINK AND WAITED AND IT SEEMED LIKE FOREVER UNTIL HE RPLIED BACK WITH OMG THAT IS HOT AS HELL. IS THIS KINDA WHAT YOU WANT TO DO WHEN WE GET A CHANCE. I REPLIED YES, I AM A VIRGIN BUT I HAVE GIVEN BLOW JOBS BEFORE. HE REPLIED BACK I HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING; TODAY WAS MY FIRST KISS. I WAS TAKEN BACK A LITTLE BY THAT. I THOUGHT FOR A MINUTE AND TOLD HIM WE CAN TAKE IT SLOW BEFORE WE GET INTO THIS SORT OF STUFF. WE CAN TRY PRACTICE SOME OTHER THINGS FIRST. HE REPLIED THAT’S WHAT I WANT, IT TO COME OUT NATURALLY IN US. I WAS HAPPY TO HEAR THAT, BUT STILL ANXIOUS TO LOSE MY VIRGINTY AND POP HIS CHERRY. THE TIME PASSED SLOWLY UNTIL THE DAY HE CAME OVER AND MY DICK WAS RAW FROM JACKING OFF SO MUCH. THE DAY STARTED PRETTY NORMAL I WOKE UP AND RUBBED ONE OUT AND WENT TO GET SOME COFFEE AND POP TART. I SAT THERE SIPPING AND MUNCHING WHEN MY PHONE DINGED. IT READ CAN I COME OVER NOW. I REPLIED VERY FAST WITH YES AND JUMPED UP TO SHOWER AND GET DRESSED. AS I WAS CHOSING WHAT TO WEAR I HEARD THE DOORBELL. I; WENT TO THE DOOR AND THERE HE WAS, SMILING AT ME AND HE ASKED AM I TO EARLY OR, I SAID NO COME ON IN, I WAS JUST GETTING READY FOR A SHOWER AND DECIDING WHAT TO WEAR. HE CAME IN THE HOUSE AND TOOK MY HAND AND KISSED ME AGAIN. I WAS IN AWE, HE LEANED BACK LOOKED INTO MY EYES AND CAME IN AGAIN AND KISSED ME DEEPLY WITH A LOT OF TOUNGE. IT WAS OBVIOUS HE WAS NEW TO KISSING. HE PULLED BACK AND LOOKED AT ME KINDA EMBARRESED AND SAID WAS THAT AS BAD AS I THINK IT WAS. I JUST SMILED AND SAID IT WAS GOOD YOU JUST NEED MORE PRACTICE. `I WANTED TO BREAK THE ICE SO I ASKED IF HE WANTED TO TAKE A SHOWER WITH ME., HE TURNED A LITTLE RED AND SAID CAN WE DO BJ’S FIRST I RREALLY WANT TO TRY IT, SO I SAID I WILL DO YOU FIRST AND YOU PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT I DO AND THEN WHEN ITS YOUR TURN YOU WILL HAVE An IDEA. HE AGREED AND I TOOK HIS HAND LED HIM TO THE COUCH IN THE LIVING ROOM AND I KISSED HIM ON THE LIPS BEFORE I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED UNDOING HIS PANTS. HE WAS SHAKING FROM NERVES AS I SLID HIS PANTS DOWN. HE WAS WEARING PLAID BOXERS AND HIS COCK HAD A FULL TENT IN THEM. I CAREFULLY SLID THEM DOWN NOTICING HIS BODY WAS HAIRLESS. EVERYWHERE BUT A THIN RED BUSH AT THE BASE OF HIS COCK. I SLOWLY PULLED DOWN HIS BOXERS MY EYES STARTING BUGGING OUT, INCH BY INCH IT KEPT APPERAING TO NO END. HOW WAS THIS GUY WALKING WITH THIS THING IN THE WAY? I FINALLY GOT TO THE TIP AND GASP AS I SEEN HIS HUGE COCK WAS TAPERED JUST RIGHT WITH A SMALLER POINTED HEAD, HE WAS CUT AND SMOOTH. I STARED IN AWE FOR A MOMEN. HE WAS I TOOK HIM IN MY HAND AND SLOWLY STROKED HIS SHAFT AND HIS EYS HAD ROLLED BACK IN HIS HEAD. I THOUGHT BETTER OF GOING DOWN ON HIM WITHOUT SITTING HIM DOWN. DID NOT WANT HIM FALLING. I GOT HIM TO SIT DOWN AND I MOVED BETWEEN HIS LIGS AND CUPPED HIS BALLS, I LICKED HIS COCK HEAD AND MOANED LOUDLY. HE WAS POURING PRECUM. I LAPPED IT UP AND SUCKED THE HEAD OF HIS COCK INTO MY MOUTH AND HE MOANED LOUDLY AND STARTED PANTING. I FELT HIS COCK SWELLING EVEN MORE AS I SLOWLY BOBBED UP AND DOWN ON HIS HEAD. HE GRABBED MY HEAD AND PULLED ME FORWARD AND I TOOK A FEW INCHES IN MY MOUTH, WHEN HE SCREAMED IN ECTASY AND SHOT HIS LOAD IN MY MOUTH AND THERE WAS WHAT SEEMED LIKE GALLONS OF CUM RUSHING DOWN MY THROAT. HE LET MY HEAD GO AND WENT COMPLETELY LIMP AS HE EMPTED HIS SACK INTO MY MOUTH. I WAS HONESTLY SURPRISED HE CAME THAT QUICKLY. THINKING ABOUT IT I ACTUALLY THINK I DID AS WELL MY FIRST BLOW JOB. I STOOD UP AND SMILED AS HE LAY THERE IN ANOTHER WORLD. HE CAME ROUND AND THREW HIS ARMS AROUND MY WAIST AND HUGGED ME TIGHTLY AND SAID THANK YOU, THAT WAS THE MOST AMZING THING IVE EVER EXSPIEIENCED. I GRABBED HIS STILL HARD COCK AND SAID YOU WANT ME TO DO IT ONE MORE TIME. HE SAID I WANT TO DO YOU FIRST. I PULLED MY JOGGING PANTS DOWN AND EXSPOSED MY SEVEN-INCH THIN COCK AND HE STARED AT IT. HE REACHED OUT AND TOUCHED IT AND IT JUMPED IMMEDIATELY. HE STROKED ME A LITTLE AND SAID I WANT TO SUCK YOU NOW. HE MOVED ME AROUND TO SIT DOWN AND MOVED BETWEEN MY LEGS AND TOOK THE HEAD OF MY COCK IN HIS MOUTH AND STARTED SUCKING ME. I COOED WITH ECTASY AS HE BOBBED UP AND DOWN. HE GAGGED HIS SELF TRYING TO TAKE THE WHOLE THING. I PUSHED HIM BACK AND SAID THAT TAKES PRACTICE JUST WORK ON THE TOP FOR NOW. HE RETURNED TO SUCKING MY DICK. IT WAS AMAZING THE WAY HE USED HIS TOUNGE. I WAS ON CLOUD NINE. I ONLY LASTED FOR A FEW MINUTES AS HE PICKED UP THE PACE. I SHOT MY LOAD IN HIS MOUTH AND HE SPIT IT OUT WITH A LOOK ON HIS FACE LIKE HE JUST ATE CASTER OIL OR SOMETHING. HE LOOKED AT ME AND SAID I REALLY DON’T LIKE THE TASTE OF CUM, IS THAT BAD. I SMILED AND SAID NO NOT EVERONE DOES LIKE IT. HE LOOKED AT ME AND ASKED IF I LIKED IT, I SAID YES ACTUALLY SINCE IN STARTED SUCKING COCK I NOW CRAVE IT. HE SAID IS IT OK IF I DON’T EAT YOURS. I LAUGHED AND SAID AS LONG AS I CAN SWALLOW YOURS, YOU DON’T HAVE TO. HE SMILLED AND SAID THANK YOU. LET’S GET A SHOWER, OR IF YOU WANT TOO ANYWAYS. I TOOK HIS HAND AND LED HIM TO THE BATHROOM AND WE GOT UNDRESSED AND GOT IN, I COULD NOT STOP STARING AT HIS COCK. IT WAS A THING OF BEAUTY. I GRABBED THE SOAP AND STARTED WASHING HIM AND HIS COCK GREW QUICKLEY AND BOUNCED. I RINSED HIM OFF GOOD AND HE WASHED ME AND STROKED MY DICK, I CAME QUICKLY AND SHOT ON HIS THIGH. HE RINSED ME OFF AND THEN I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND TOOK HIS COCK HEAD IN MY MOUTH HE GRABBED THE WALL TO STEADY HIMSELF AS HIS LEGS WENT LIMP. I TOOK HALF OF HIS COCK IN MY MOUTH AND DOWN MY THROAT. HE WAS COOINF AND MAONING. HE GRABBED MY HEAD AND STARTED THRUSTING HIS COCK INTO MY THROAT. I WAS SURPRISED I DID NOT GAG VERY MUCH. HE LASTED LONGER THIS TIME BUT HE STILL SHOT HUGE RIBBONS ON CUM DOWN MY THROAT. I STOOD UP RINSED HIM OFF AGAIN, WE THEN EMBRACED AND KISSED AND STOOD THERE FOR MINUTE. WE GOT OUT AND DRIED OFF AND I GOT SOME NEW CLOTHES AND HE PUT HIS BACK ON. WE ENTERED MY BEDROOM AND HE SAT DOWN AND LOOKED AT MY WORKTABLE AND ASKED YOU WANT TO SHOW ME SOME OF THIS. I AGREED AND SHOWED HIM HOW TO INSTALL A RAM CHIP. HE SEEMED TO BE REALLY INTERESTED IN WHAT I WAS DOING. WE CHATTED FOR A WHILE AND HE SAID HE HAD TO GET TO WORK. WE AGREED TO MEET UP AGAIN. WE MET AND TEXTED OVER THE NEXT COUPLE OF WEEKS. HE WAS GETTING BETTER AT LASTING LONGER WHEN I SUCKED HIS COCK. HE WAS STARTING TO GET MORE AGGRESSIVE WHILE SUCKING ME OR WHEN I WAS SUCKING HIM. WE SENT EACH OTHER VIDEOS OF DIFFERENT POSITIONS AND IDEAS WE WANTED TO TRY. WE ONLY DID ORAL AND HAND STUFF IN THAT PERIOD. I WANTED TO FUCK HIM BAD SO I STARTED ASKING HIM ABOUT HIS FANTASIES. HE SAID THIS VIDEO I HAVE FOUND THAT I HAVE NOT SENT TO YOU IS ONE I WANT TO TRY WITH YOU SOON. I WAS HAPPY BUT COULD NOT GET HIM TO SEND ME THE VIDEO. SCHOOL WAS OUR FOR-SPRING BREAK FOR TWO WEEKS. MY MOM WAS GONE WITH HER MAN FOR THOSE TWO WEEKS ON A CRUISE. I TEXTED HIM AND ASKED IF HE COULD COME OVER AND SPEND THE NIGHT. HE QUICKLY REPLIED, I HAD THE SAME IDEA. YOU HAVE HOUSE ALONE? I TOLD HIM I WAS ALONE FOR TWO WEEKS. I GOT A VIDEO FROM HIM OF ANIME TRAP IN A SCHOOL GIRL UNIFORM, GETTING FUCKED REALLY HARD. HE WAS A LITTLE RED HEAD AND I WAS DOWN. I REPLIED LET’S DO IT. WHAT DO I NEED TO DO. HE TEXTED BACK AND SAID JUST BE YOURSELF, IM BRINGING SOME LIQUORE SO WE CAN RELAX. I TOLD HIM I WOULD SEE HIM SOON. HE ARRIVED AND KISSED ME AND I COULD TASTE THE ALCHOHOL ON HIS BREATH. HE WAS MUCH MORE FORWARD THIS TIME. HE SAT HIS BAGS ON THE END TABLE AND PULLED OUT A BOTTLE OF WINE AND ASKED IF I HAD ANY GLASSES. I WENT AND GRABBED US SOME GLASSES AND CAME BACK AND TO MY SURPRISE HE WAS STANDING NAKED. I WHISTLED AND HE SMILED AT ME. I SET THE GLASSES DOWN AND DRIPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED SUCKING HIS COCK. I STOPPED AND REMEMBERED SOMETHING I WANTED TO DO. I GRABBED A TAPE MEASURE AND MEASURED HIS COCK. I KNEW IT WAS LARGE BUT DID NOT KNOW JUST HOW BIG. HE LAUGHED AND SAID IT’S 12.5, MY JAW HIT THE FLOOR AND I MEASURED IT ANYWAY. DAMN THAT IS A LOT OF COCK. I SMILED BACK AT HIM AND SAID IT IS VERY NICE. I WENT BACK TO SUCHING IT AND CUPPING HIS BALLS. I SUCKED HIM FOR SEVERAL MINUTES BEFORE HE SHOT IN MY MOUTH. I LAPPED EVERY DROP. HE LIFTED ME UP AND KISSED ME. WE FINISHED OUR WINE AND I LED HIM TO THE BEDROOM AND LAID HIM DOWN ON MY BED. I STRIPPED DOWN TO MY UNDERWEAR AND CLIMBED IN BED WITH HIM AND KISSED HIM. I WORKED MY WAY DOWN TO HIS COCK AND LICKED MY WAY DOWN THE SHAFT AND LIFTTED HIS LEGS. I QUICKLY DOVE FACE FIRST INTO HIS ASS. I SPREAD HIS CHEEKS AND HIS LITTLE PINK HOLE WAS SMILING AT ME AS I WENT DOWN ON IT AND LICKED IT. HE MOANED LOUDLY. I TOUNGED HIS LITTLE PINK ROSE BUD. I SHOVED MY TOUNGE AS DEEP AS I COULD INTO HIS ASS. HE LAY THERE MOANING LOUDLY. HE GRABBED MY HEAD AND PULLED ME DEEPER INTO HIS HOLE. I WAS LAPPING AWAY. HE EASED HIS GREIP AND I SLID UP TOP AND KISSED HIM. I RACHED FOR THE BOTTLE OF LUBE I JACKED OFF WITH. I LUBED HIS HOLE AND INSERTED A FINGER. HE COOED EVEN MORE. I APPLIED LUBE TO MY DICK AND ADDED ANOTHER FINGER INTO HIS HOLE. HE YELPED JUST A LITTLE BUT QUICKLY GOT USE TO IT. I GUIDED MY DICK TO HIS OPENING AND RUBBED IT WITH THE HEAD OF DICK. I TRIED TO PUSH IN BUT IT WAS TIGHT. I JUST HELP IT AT THE OPENING AND KISSED HIM WAITING FOR HIM TO RELAX. I COULD FEEL HIM LOOSEN UP AND I SLOWLY PUSHED INTO HIM. HE GRABBED MY SHOULDERS AND PUSHED ME BACK. HE HAD A PAINFUL LOOK ON HIS FACE. I ASKED DO YOU WANT ME TO STOP. HE SAID NO JUST GO SLOW. I PUSHED HALF MY LITTLE SEVEN INCH DICK IN SIDE HIM AND AS SOON AS I BROKE THROUGH HIS TIGHT LITTLE RING HE YELPED AND I STOPPED. HE LOOKED AT ME AND I COULD SEE THE PAIN. HE TOLD ME GO AHEAD AND FUCK ME HARD. LIKE THE VIDEO I SENT YOU. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME. I STARTED PUSHING ALL THE WAY IN AND STOPED WHEN BALLS DEEP AND HELD UNTIL I FELT HIS HOLE RELAX. I STARTED POUNDING HIM WITH RYTHEM. HE WAS MAONING AND WHIMPERING AT THE SAME TIME. I LOST CONTROL AND JUST STARTED PUMPING HIM AS HARD AS I COULD. THE SOUNDS OF MY LUBED DICK SMACKING IN AND OUT OF HIS HOLE. THE SLAPPING OF OUR BODIES, MY BALLS ON HIS BALLS. I SHOT MY LOAD INTO HIM AND KEPT GOING. HE WAS NOW MOANING AND ENJOYING IT. I KEPT PUMPING UNTIL MY DICK WENT LIMP AND FELL OUT OF HIM. I KISSED HIM DEEP AND NOTICED HE HAD GOTTEN MUCH BETTER AT KISSING. WE LAY THERE A WHILE LISTENING TO EACH OTHER PANT. HE ASKED IF I WOULD DO IT AGAIN. I WAS HARD AGAIN AND PUSHED INTO HIM AND LET OUT A LITTLE WHIMPER AGAIN, BUT I JUST SHOVED IT ALL IN AND STARTED PUMPING HIS ASS HARD AND STEADY. PAUDING AS DEEP AS I COULD AT TIMES. HE WOULD MOAN A LITTLE LOUDER WHEN I DID. WE FINALLY GOR OUT OF BED AND TOOK A SHOWER. WE REMAINED NAKED AS WENT BACK TO LIVING ROOM AND GOT MORE WINE. HE PULLED OUT SOME BURGERS HE HAD BROUGHT WITH HIM AND WE ATE AND THEN CUDDLED WHILE WATCHING TV. HE PULLED AOUND TO FACE HIM AND SAID TOMORROW I WOULD LIKE OT TRU SOMETHING. I SAID YOU TOOK MY VIRGINITY AND GAVE ME YOUR CHERRY SO ANYTHING YOU WANT IS YOURS. HE LOOKED EMBARESSED AS HE PULLED OUT HIS PHONE AND SENT A MESSAGE. MY PHONE DINGED, HE STOOD UP AND SAID I WANT YOU TO WATCH VIDEO I SENT YOU AND TELL ME IF YOU WILL DO THIS. IF NOT, I WON’T BE MAD. I WAS CONFUSED BECAUSE I WAS SERIOUS, I WOULD DO ANYTHING HE WANTED. I GRABBED MY PHONE AS HE WENT TO THE REST ROOM. I OPENED IT UP AND HIT PLAY ON THE VIDEO. I WAS CONFUSED BECAUSE HE HAD ALREADY SENT THIS TO ME. I WATCHED AS A TRAP SUCKED A BIG COCK AND THEN LAID DOWN ON THE BED AND SPREAD HIS LEGS AS HE REACHED UP TO HEADBOARD. THE GUY THEN TIED THE TRAPS HANDS TO THE HEADBOAD. HE THEN WENT DOWN AND TORE OPEN HER SHIRT AND KISSED AND SUCKED ON THE TRAPS NIPPLES. HE THEN MOVED DOWN SLID A PAIR OF PANTIED OFF AND ENGULFED THE TRAPS STRAINING LITTLE DICK. ONLY SUCKING ON IT BRIEFLY NOT FINISHING. THE TRAP WAS BEGGING FOR REALEASE. THE GUY STOOD UP AND TOOK THE LEGS OF THE TRAP AND MOVED TOWARDS THE HEADBOARD AND PULLED OUT ROPE AND TIED THEM SO HE WAS SPREAD EAGLE AND HIS HOLE WIDE OPEN. WHEN HE WENT DOWN ON HIM. I WAS IN AWE AND WANTED TO DO THIS TO HIM. THE GUY WHO HAD A BIG COCK LUBED BOTH OF THEM UP AND THE VIDEO JUMPED TO HIM PLUNGING THAT MONSTER IN. TEARS STARTED POURING DOWN THE POOR ANIME TRAPS FACE. THOSE CONTINUED BUT SOON WAS MOANING AND BEGGING FOR MORE OF IT. I WAS HARD AND JACKING OFF WHEN HE CAME BACK IN THE ROOM. HE LAUGHED AND SAID SO YOU LIKE IT. I SAID HELL YEAH. OH, GOOD I WAS NERVOUS YOU WOULD NOT LIKE IT. I SAID YES LET’S DO THIS TOMMOROW. HE RAN TO ME AND KISSED ME DEEP. HE THEN PICKED UP ONE OF THE BAGS AND OPENED IT AND PULLED OUT CLOTHES AND SAID I HOPE THESE FIT YOU. I WAS SPEACHLESS. HE WANTED ME TO BE THE TRAP. I WAS SPEACHLESS FOR A SECOND. HE SAID YOU DON’T HAVE TOO. I CAME BACK TO REALITY AND SAID YES. I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY, AND YOUR FANTASY IS ONE I HAVE SECRETLY THOUGHT OF MYSELF. HE SMILED AND ASK IF I WAS SURE. I TOLD HIM YES, I WANT TO BE FUCKED LIKE THAT. TIE ME UP AND FUCK ME UNTIL I STOP CRYING AND BIG YOU TO FUCK ME MORE AND MORE. HE KISSED ME AND HANDED ME THE CLOTHES. I SUCKED HIM OFF AND HE SUCKED ME OFF THEN WE WENT TO BED AND FUCKED HIM ONE MORE TIME AND FELL ASLEEP IN EACH OTHERS ARMS. I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING AND KISSED HIM AND HE WOKE UP AND HUGGED ME AND KISSED ME BACK. WE WENT TO THE BATHROOM AND I PISSED AND HE WAITED UNTIL I GOT IN THE SHOW AND HE PISSED AND CLIMBED IN WITH ME. WE CLEANED EACH OTHER WELL AND GOT OUT AND GOT DRESSED AND WENT DOWN THE ROAD AND GOT SOME BREAKFAST AT A LOCAL DINER. WE FINISHED AND HEADED BACK HOME. HE TOOK MY HAND AND LED ME INTO THE KITCHEN AND KISSED ME AND SAID IF ITS OK WITH YOU WHY DON’T YOU GO AHEAD AND GET READY FOR OUR FANTASY. I WAS A LITTLE NERVOUS BUT READY FOR THIS TO HAPPEN. I WENT INTO THE BATHROOM AND STARTED DRESSIING AND I FOUND OUT WOMENS CLOTHES ARE VERY DIFFERENT FROM MENS. I FINALLY GOT THEM ON AND LOOKING CORRECT. THEY FELT SO GOOD ON MY SKIN. I WAS ADMIRING MYSELF IN THE MIRROR AND WAS ACTUALLY AMAZED AT HOW WELL I LOOKED IN A SKIRT AND I PULLED IT UP AND MY ASS WAS AMAZING IN PANTIES. IT WAS FRAMED JUST RIGHT. I FINISHED LOOKING AT MYSELF AND WENT INTO THE BEDROOM AND HE WAS SETTTING THE BED UP TO TIE ME UP. HE HAD ROPES, LUBE, BLINDFOLD, AND A COUPLE OF DILDOS. I WAS A LITTLE SHOCKE AT FIRST. HE NOTICED AND CAME TO ME AND EMBRACED ME AND KISSED ME DEEP AND SQUEEZED MY ASS CHEEKS. I WAS COOING FROM THE ATTENTION. HE WALKED ME TO THE BED AND LAID ME DOWN. I REACHED UP TO THE CORNER POST OF THE CORNER POST OF THE HEADBOARD. HE STRADDLED MY CHEST AND TIED MY HANDS IN POSTION. HE GOT OFF BED AND MOVED IN FRONT OF THE BED AND PULLED ME THROUGH THE HEADBOARD SO MY HEAD HUNG OVER SIDE OF BED. HE MOVED BACK TO FOOT OF BED AND THEN RETURNED COMPLETLEY NAKED AND LOWERED HIS SACK IN MY FACE AND SMOOSHED IT AROUND ON MY FACE AS I LICKED AT IT. HE STEPPED BACK AND LINED HIS COCK UP AND RUBBED IT ON MY LIPS AND I QUICKLY STARTED LICKING IT. HE MOVE IT BACK AND FORTH ON MY FACE BEFORE HE POSTIONED IT AND I OPENED WIDE AS HE SLID IT INTO MY MOUTH AND I FELT HIS HAND ON MY THRAST AS HE SHOVED HIS COCK DEEP IN MY THROAT. I GAGGED JUST A LITTLE BUT HE CONTINUED TO SHOVE IN UNTIL HIS BALLS WHERE ON MY FACE. I HAD THROATED HIS ENTIRE COCK. HE THEN STARTED FUCKING MY THROAT. SLOWLY THRUSTING HIS COCK IN AND OUT OF MY MOUTH. MY DICK WAS ROCK HARD AND STRAINING AS IT POURED PRECUM LIKE A FAUCET. I COULD FEEL HIS COCK STARTING TO TWITCH IN MY THROAT AND I KNEW I WOULD SOON BE FED MY REWARD. HE PULLED HIS COCK OUT SO THAT ONLY THE HEAD REMAINED IN MY MOUTH, HE STROKED AND SLOWLY DRIZZED HIS CUM INTO MY MOUTH. I COULD TASTE EVERY DROP OF IT AS IT SLOWLY OOZED ONTO MY TOUNGE. HE MOVE TO SIDE OF BED AND RETURNED WITH A BLIND FOLD AND PLACED IT ON MY EYES. I LAY THERE HEARING MY HEART RACE IN CHEST. I COULD SMELL HIS FRESH CUM AND OUT SWEAT HEAVY IN THE AIR. I FELT HIM STRADLE MY WAIST AND RUB HIS CROTCH ON MY SILD COVERED DICK. IT WAS AMAZING I WAS YEARNING FOR RELIEF HE STOPPED AND STARTED REMOVING MY LITTLE TOP. HE ACTUALLY MUST HAVE CUT IT OFF, BECAUSE I COULD FEEL COLD STEEL PRESSED AGAINST MY SKING AND THEN FREE FLOWING AIR FROM THE FAN IN THE ROOM. I FELT HIS BREATH ON MY NECK AS HE MOVED IN AND KISSED MY NECK AND WORKED HIS WAY DOWN TO MY NIPPLES. HE SUCKED THEM SLOWLY AND GENTLY BIT DOWN ON THEN THEM ONE BY ONE. HE MOVED DOWN TO MY BELLY BUTTON. HE TOUNGE WAS BEYOND AMAZING ON MY BELLY BUTTON AND TRACING MY ABS. HE RAISED MY SKIRT AND I COULD TELL HE WAS LOOKING AT ME IN MY PANTIES. HE CARESSED MY COCK THROUGH THE PANTIES AND SQUEEZED MY BALLS HARD AND I LOST MY COMPUSURE AND MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT. HE RETURNED TO RUBBING MY DICK THROUHG THE SILK PANTIDES. I WAS BUCKING TRYING TO FUCK THE HAND RUBBING ME. HE SLID BACK AND REMOVED MY PANTIES. HE THEN APPROCHED MY FACE AND TOLD ME TO OPEN MY MOUTH. I DID AND MY PANTIED THAT WHERER WET WITH PRECUM WAS PLACED IN MY MOUTH. I FELT HIM WRAP SOMETHING AROUND MY HEAD AND TIE MY PANTIES IN PLACE. HE KISSED MY FOREHEAD AND THEN TEACHED FOR MY LEG AND PULLED IT TO THE TOP OF THE HEADBOARD POST AND TIED IT IN PLACE HE DID THE SAME WITH THE OTHER ONE. I COULD FEEL HIM SIT AT FOOT OF BED AND LOOKING AT MY HOLE AS HE RUBBED IT WITH HIS FINGER. HE CIRCLED THE RING OF MY CHERRY HOLE. I FELT SOMETHING ELSE DOWN THERE AS HE I FELT HIM DROP LUBE FROM THE BOTTLE ON MY HOLE. I FELT A FINGER RUBBING AND PRYING AT MY HOLE. HE PUSHED A FINGER IN AND HAVING FINGERED MY ASS WHILE MASTERBATEING IT WENT IN PRETTY EASY. I WAS BUCKING MY HIPS TRYING TO GET HIM DEEPER. HE REMOVED THE FINGER AND THEN ADDED ANOTHER ONE AND SLID THEM IN SLOWLY. I WAS SURPRISINGLY RELAXED AND THEY SLID IN. WITH LITTLE PAIN AT ALL. HE SPREAD THEM APART ANS STRECHED MY HOLE. I WAS MOANING THROUGH MY GAGGED MOUTH. HE STARTED FINGER FUCKING ME HARD WITH BOTH FINGERS. HE REMOVED THEM AND I FELT THE OTHER THING MOVE AS HE LIFTED IT AND I FELT HIM RUBBING MY HOLE WITH THIS AND AS HE INSERTED IT, I REMEMBERED SEEING THE DILDOS ON THE BED. IT WAS A SMALL ONE AND IT FELT GOOD AS IT SLID IN ME. HE USED IT FOR A MINUTE BEFORE SWITCHING TO A BIGGER ONE AND I WAS BUCHIING MY HIMPS AGAIN AS HE FUCKED ME WITH THIS DILDO. I WAS MUMBLING FOR HIM TO FUCK ME. MY DICK WAS IN AGONY AS IT DRIPED PRECUM AND TWITCHED. HE LEANED DOWN AND LICKED MY BALLS. HE LEFT THE DILDO INSIDE AS HE REACHED UP AND REMOVED THE PANTIED FROM MY MOUTH. I CRIED OUT PLEASE FUCK ME LIKE A LITTLE BITCH. MAKE ME CRY. FUCK ME UNTIL I SUBMIT AND CRAVE YOUR BIG COCK INSIDE ME. I HEARD HIM GIGGLE A LITTLE AS I FELT HIM LEAN IN AND KISS MY MOUTH. I WAS STILL BEFFING FOR HIM TO FUCK ME. HE KNELT BETWEEN MY LEGS AND PULLED OUT THE DILDO AND I COULD HERE HIM LUBING HIS cock. He applied ever more to his cock. And lined it up with my hole and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole. His small, pointed head eased in and I was ecstatic with pleasure. As he pushed deep my hole started burning and I could feel myself like I was tearing in half. I started whimpering and I realized he was barely in me when he pulled out. I felt his cock push against me again. He pushed into me and went halfway in I screamed in pain and was started crying furiously now. Sobbing uncontrollably as he pushed in deeper. He held in place, and I finally relaxed, and I was still hurting. He pushed in slowly un I felt his bush touch my ass. He was balls deep in my and he held there pushing against my guts with his weight as I cried. I was pain but it eased off slowly. I felt him easing out and with my hole slammed shut he repositioned and slammed his cock balls deep in me in one thrust. I screamed in pain. He just started pumping his cock in and out of my hole. I was sore and I was close to passing out. He continued to fuck me, and I was slowly getting use to his cock spreading my hole wide open. I could feel his pace pick up and I felt his cock twitch. I felt his cum flood into my hole. He collapsed on top of me and I felt his cock soften and go flaccid. It was so big even flaccid it was still inside me. I was enjoying the feel of his soft cock deep in ass. He kissed me and took my blindfold off and continued to kiss me. he laid there on top of me and hole was still sore but still smacked back closed once he pulled out. He went to the bathroom, and I heard water running. He returned and placed his flaccid cock in my mouth and started sucking it. He was quickly hard once again as he stood, I knew I was going to get fucked again. He once again knelt behind me and I could feel his cock rubbing on my crack. He raised up and I felt the head of his cock touch my hole. He smiled down at me and dropped it in balls deep. I yelled in pain again. He raised up and continued jackhammer fucking my sore hole for a while. He dropped in balls deep and help it there as he leaned down and licked my tears from my face. I could feel a strange feeling this time. He raised up and started fucking my hole hard. I could feel him hitting something in me that felt beyond electric with each stroke. He pounded my ass for several more minutes and I felt his cock swell and twitch then I felt warm streams of cum streaming into my ass. He pulled out and reached up and untied my feet and lowered my legs back to the bed so I was laying flat. He cuddled up next to me and I felt his weight as he fell asleep, and I finally drifted off to sleep. I was awakened when he pushed my legs apart and pushed into my hole once more. I felt his cock spreading my love canal as he went deeper and deeper. I was no longer crying, I was moaning and cooing in delight as his big cock stroked my prostate. I was on the edge of Cumming as he pumped me good and steady. I screamed in ecstasy as my cum shot out and coated my chest and my face. One of the biggest cums I have ever had. I felt him cum shortly after I did. He untied my hands and he helped me to the shower as my legs where limp. He lowered me to the floor of the shower and he stepped in and carefully washed me and kissed every inch on my body. He sat me on the commode and dried me off. He then lifted me and toted me to the bed. I was still lightheaded from the marathon fuck fest I just received. I felt him crawl next to me and put his arms around me kiss me neck. I fell fast asleep again. I woke up in the morning still in his arms and my hole still sore from the fucking. I just lay there until I heard him say good morning baby. I said morning lover how did you sleep. He laughed and said like a baby, baby. How do you feel this morning? I said I feel fantastic, still a little sore but I feel great. He reached down and cupped my junk and squeezed. Hey baby why don’t you suck my cock you need some protein. I giggled and slid down and took his cock in my mouth and sucked it hungrily wanting to tast his cum in my mouth again. He shot his load and pulled me to him and held me. we drifted back off to sleep for a bit. We awoke and he turned over and threw the covers off us and his cock was standing straight up. He said you want to get on top this time. I was already climbing on top before I realized what I was doing. My hole was still sore, but I needed that thing in my again. I rode his cock like a pro. I could feel in deep deep inside of me. I found out if I was on top I could control how it hit my prostate and was riding it wildly needing to feel a cum like that again. I rode him for several minutes before he grabbed my hips and threw me to the bed, and he drove his cock deep and hard pounded my ass. I was moaning loudly when he shot his load into me but I needed more. I wanted to cum from his cock. I started begging him to keep going and make me cum. He obliged and fucked me with his half hard cock which started growing again inside me. I was close as I reached around his back and squeezed him with my legs and dug my nails into his flesh as I shot a huge load again all over both of us. He requests was fulfilled because I was begging for his cock. We continued to fuck like that at every opportunity we got. We are both now living together and still fucking like young kids and we are happy we have each other. |
College Depravity – Emmy and Daddy Emmy's Daddy is head coach, but he needs help. Once he's shown her what to do, she'll keep his players from getting distracted. Chapter One Emmy I lie stretched out on the couch bored out of my mind while Daddy sits in his recliner going over his game notes. He’s been coaching football for as long as I can remember, which is why we’ve moved around a few times. Because of that, a lot of my schooling has been at home when he couldn’t find an all-girl school close to where we lived. This time, however, I think we’re going to be staying for a while. I thought when he coached in the NFL that was a big deal, but I guess when it comes to football you can make even bigger money as a college coach. Now, we’re in some college town living right off campus in a mansion near the stadium. They’ve signed Daddy to a giant contract that even came with this place. You’d think he was royalty with the way everyone treats him. They are always trying to get his attention, but it’s no use. Daddy cares about two things in life: football and me. That’s it. When he signed the contract, I thought it would be good because we wouldn’t have to worry about moving for a while, but for some reason, Daddy is as stressed as ever. I’m not sure why because he’s already won their first two games. One was an away game, which I had to stay home for, but the other one last week was at home and I actually got to go. He never took me to the games before, but watching Daddy work and all those men get rough on the field was something else. It lit a fire in the pit of my stomach even though I’d never enjoyed football until then. They were all so big and strong just like Daddy, only younger. Daddy has always been built, but that’s probably because he played football he coached. He told me stories about his time then, but now I love the way he orders his players around and they all do as they’re told. I also liked the way they looked at me. I heard a few of the players mention me—not by name, they just called me Coach's daughter. I’m lying on my stomach flipping through the channels on the TV mounted above the fireplace as I swing back and forth in the air. I’m going to die of boredom. I don’t have online school anymore since I got my high school diploma a few months ago. When I asked Daddy about college, he said it wasn’t for me and my place was with him. He didn’t mention it once we settled, but I brought it up again. Since he coaches here, why can’t I go to school here? I don’t love school, but it would be something to do. Once again he told me no and said he didn’t want to have to worry about what I was up to. Even when Daddy isn’t home, he’s watching. I was sure that would change when I turned eighteen, but it’s been the opposite, actually. A few days after I turned eighteen and we moved, Daddy set up his usual security system with cameras. Only this time he put one in my bedroom. Not only that, but there was no door to my room or bathroom. He said they were being replaced, but that has yet to happen. He said he needed the cameras in my bedroom for when he had the rare away games that he couldn’t make it back home the same night and he could watch over me. “Emma.” Daddy calls my name with a hint of warning in his tone. “What?” I ask and stop swinging my legs. “Are you trying to distract me?” “No.” I'm as quiet as a church mouse and the TV is on mute with subtitles. That’s how much I’m trying not to distract him. I could go to my room and watch TV, but I enjoy being near Daddy. It has only ever been the two of us for as long as I can remember. “Is it proper for little girls to have their legs spread while swinging them in the air?” I glance to my back side and realize my skirt has risen up. All I own are skirts and dresses because it’s all Daddy buys me. I should probably get some new ones since these have gotten a bit snug. “Does it distract you?” Daddy tosses the playbook on the table beside him. “Come here.” He motions with his finger, and without question I’m on my feet going to him. “Lift the dress,” he orders when I’m in front of him. “Daddy?” “Lift it,” he orders again, and I do as I’m told, revealing the simple white panties. Again, they are all I have. Everything I have comes from Daddy because he likes to dress me and spoil me with presents. I gasp when he hooks his fingers into them and pulls them down my bare legs. “Step out.” I barely step out of them before Daddy is pulling me down on his lap and his hand glides up the inside of my thigh to cup between my legs. “I really don’t mean to distract you,” I tell him because I’m not sure if I’m in trouble. Honestly, I’m not sure what’s happening at all right now. “No one distracts me more than you, baby girl. You do this to me.” He thrusts upward and his cock grinds into my bottom. His mouth moves to my neck, and he kisses me there, and it gives me butterflies in my stomach. “I don’t mean to.” “I know. You try to be my good girl, but you’re the one thing that steals my attention.” One of his fingers slides through the folds of my sex. “The guys on the team, however, can’t control themselves. They get in trouble when they see pussy, and when you came to the game, you distracted them too.” “I’m so sorry, Daddy.” I hope he doesn’t say I can’t go with him to the next game. I want to watch them all play again and see if they watch me. Daddy nips at my neck, and I jump. It’s hard to pay attention to everything he’s saying when his finger rubs against the small bundle of nerves between my thighs. I’ve touched myself there before, but it never felt this good. Daddy’s fingers are bigger and rougher, and the texture is different. Everything about him is more commanding, and my body knows it. “Is this wrong, Daddy?” He pulls his hand back and then pops me on my sex. “Are you questioning me?” His dark blue eyes stare into mine, challenging me. “No, Daddy.” I shake my head. “I only want to make sure what I’m doing is right,” I rush to tell him. All I ever want is to please him. I’ve had dreams of Daddy touching me this way for weeks, but I thought it was wrong. When I touch myself, I close my eyes and pretend it’s him. “You want to help Daddy?” I nod vigorously. “Then fix the distraction. Get on your knees, baby girl.” He doesn't give me a chance to do it myself before he places me in front of him and yanks my top off over my head. My bare breasts are on full display as he reaches to undo his belt. “Fuck you’re perfect. Who can blame me?” In a second, his cock is out, and he grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me toward it. Without thought, I wrap my lips around him and suck him into my mouth. “Look at you. You were made for me. My little girl knows just what to do,” he grunts. I do. After we moved into the new house Daddy gave me a video to watch. He told me it was the sex ed lesson I didn’t get when I took my classes online. I sat in my room and watched a video of a woman pleasing a man before he did all kinds of things to her. When I was done, Daddy told me I was to never do those things unless he approved it. Part of me thought he meant it for one day when he found a man he might want me to marry, but I didn’t want to be married off. I wanted to please my Daddy, and when the man in the video ordered the woman around, she did everything she was told. I didn’t love the idea of another man telling me what to do because I only wanted to do those things with Daddy. There’s always been something about doing what he tells me to do that makes my insides warm and fuzzy. It pleases me as much as it does him, I think. If not more. With my mouth on his cock, I suck harder like I saw the woman do in the video. I hollow out my cheeks and end up gagging at first when he hits the back of my throat. Thankfully, I learn quickly to breathe through my nose, and I keep going. Pressing my thighs together as I go up and down on his cock, my clit starts to throb. I need some kind of relief, but when I try to slip my hand between my legs, Daddy jerks me back by my hair, and his cock pops out of my mouth. “No, Daddy, please,” I beg, wanting him back in my mouth. If I got him hard, I need to give him a release. “I’ve seen enough of you touching yourself on the cameras. That’s enough of that.” “I won’t do it again. Please let me finish,” I keep begging. He ignores my protest as he easily lifts me from the floor and carries me through the house and into my bedroom. My stuffed animals and pillows go flying when he drops me down onto my bed before ripping my skirt from my body. Then he starts to remove all his clothes. I stare at him in awe because the man in the video wasn’t anything compared to Daddy. Or any of the guys that play on Daddy’s team. “The first time will be in here. I’ve wanted to take you so many times, Emmy. You have no idea the things I’ve already done while you’ve slept. I want to mark these sheets.” What does that mean? I think of the times I’ve woken up with my panties gone and a sticky residue left behind. My breasts would be sore with little marks on them, and I thought it was all a dream. “Daddy?” My whole body is buzzing right now, and I spread my legs wider. I need him. “You won’t need your nighttime tea anymore. After this, you sleep in Daddy’s bed.” He’s been giving me that special tea since I turned eighteen and saying it had things in it I needed now that I was older. I thought it was maybe like that protein powder he drinks or something. It made me sleep deep and have those sexy dreams. I greedily drank the tea each night, wanting my dreams. “I don’t want any more distractions. You’ll take care of my needs now, and I’ll get what I want,” he adds before he buries his face between my thighs. “Yes!” I moan, wanting him to have it. Daddy’s tongue licks and sucks as he works one finger into me and then another. Nothing has ever been inside of me before, and knowing it’s him that was the first makes me wet. His tongue presses hard before swiping back and forth on my bundle of nerves, and I explode with pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt. All I feel is pressure until Daddy moves on top of me, and his cock thrusts fully inside. I let out a yelp of pain that he muffles with his mouth. His tongue sweeps past my lips, and it’s the first time he’s done that too. I lick his tongue back because he seems to like it when I do it. “You’re all right. It will only hurt the first time. Daddy had to do it.” His words are a little clipped and he’s heavy on top of me. “Do what?” My voice quivers. It’s strange because while there is this slight lingering pain there’s also this fullness that is so right. Having Daddy inside me feels so good. “Break you in.” He pulls out and thrusts back in, and I let out a moan. “I’ve got to get my baby girl ready for game day. You’re going to help Daddy, aren't you?” I nod my head because I’ll do anything for him. When he smiles, I spread my legs wider and take more. Chapter Two Coach Buck “Daddy, I don’t like this one as much,” Emmy whines as I prop my foot on the seat in the shower and go deeper. “This one isn’t for you.” I grunt as I slide into her ass and pull back. “So fucking tight.” “But can’t you just put it in my princess hole?” She pushes back against my cock, and I feel her ass squeeze around my dick. “Be still,” I order, and she sighs as she braces her hands on the shower wall. “Don’t be a brat.” I look down where we’re joined and watch my cock disappear in my baby girl's back hole. I wanted to take this one too because I wanted her broken in before tonight. I’ve had her as many times as she could take before the big game, and I think she’s finally ready. “That’s my sweet baby,” I say as I reach around and pet her pussy. She’s relaxing now and letting me ride her hard just the way I like it. “Who's my good girl?” “Me,” she says, and I kiss her neck. “That’s right.” She starts to cum, and my balls draw up tight at the sound of it. When she goes off, I thrust one last time and cum in her butt. “Goddamn, waiting all these years for this was worth it.” I pull out slowly and then grab the washcloth and body wash. “Come here and let me clean you up.” “Are you sure I’m ready for tonight?” she asks as I soap her up and then begin to rinse her off. “Don’t be nervous. You’re going to do great.” Once that’s done, I go about washing myself. “I just want to be the best I can for the team.” “My perfect baby girl, you always are,” I say before we both get out of the shower. I help dry her off and end up licking the water off her tits and pussy in the process. She giggles and tries to run from me, but I don’t let her go. Instead, I make her suck me off before I pick out a top and skirt for her to wear tonight. It’s one that matches the school colors, and I tell her she doesn’t need panties. Not tonight. I’ve told the boys to meet me in the private locker room below my office before the game. There’s a set of stairs behind my desk, and I’ve got a room down there all set up where we won’t be disturbed. On the way over, she sits as close as possible to me in the car, and I keep my hand between her legs. She likes sitting like this now, and I do too. When I pull up outside my office, I hold the car door open, and she practically jumps into my arms before we walk into the building together holding hands. “Where are we going?” she asks once we’re in my office, and I take her though the door that leads to the stairs. “It’s a special place just for us,” I tell her before we begin to descend. “Hey, Coach Buck,” my quarterback Ethan says as he comes over and shakes my hand. “I got all the guys here like you asked.” I watch as his eyes move over to Emmy and then back to me. I see the flash of excitement in his eyes as he looks at her, and I put my hand around her waist. “I thought I’d give you guys a treat before the game tonight,” I say. “Since you’ve been playing so hard for me, I wanted to reward you. This is also a way to keep you focused and sharp without sacrificing time away from the team.” I nod to Ethan, who is standing next to the other players. “As your quarterback, he’ll go first and pick the order afterwards. I’m going to be here the whole time to supervise, so I expect you to be on your best behavior.” “Yes, Coach Buck,” they all say in unison. I’ve banned them all from having random hookups that could get their asses in trouble. All that is too much a distraction when my girl can be all that they need. “You ready?” I ask Emmy, and she nods vigorously. “I’m ready, Daddy.” Ethan holds out his hand, and Emmy eyes it for a second before I place her hand in his. I watch as he leads her over to where the mattress is, and I take a seat on the couch beside it. From this angle, she can see I’m here watching her and that I’m not going anywhere. After I take a seat, Emmy steps on the mattress and watches the guys as Ethan calls out the order they’re going to go in. She’s already unbuttoning her top and I can see her thighs rubbing together like she’s excited. It’s going to be hard watching her get fucked and not getting to take a turn, but I have to remind myself this is for the team tonight and I’ll have my chance again later. Chapter Three Emmy By the time Ethan turns back around, he’s already got his jersey off and he’s untying his football pants. He looks so strong and hard as he walks toward me. I decide to take my top off but leave my skirt on before I lie back on the mattress. “Fuck you’re hot,” he says as he kneels on the mattress and takes his cock out. “I’m not going to last two seconds.” He laughs and then places his hands on either side of me. “Do you want me to make you cum first?” I glance over at Daddy, who is watching, and he nods his head. “Yes, please,” I say, and my voice is soft and sweet. Ethan laughs a little again, but he seems eager to make Daddy happy too. I think that’s what we all want today. Before I realize what Ethan is going to do, he’s dipped his head between my legs and he’s eating my pussy. His mouth is different from Daddy’s. Daddy is sure and knows exactly what I like. Ethan is a little clumsy, but he’s eager and fast. His blond head moves up and down quickly as he licks my bundle of nerves and then sucks on me. Eventually, I turn my eyes back on Daddy again, and that’s when it starts to feel really good. I grip Ethan’s hair while I look at Daddy, and when I feel Ethan suck, I cum. Daddy smiles at me, and I know I’ve done a good job, which makes me want to take Ethan even more. As soon as I cum, Ethan is climbing up my body and thrusting his cock into me. It takes my breath for a second because it was so fast, but his cock isn’t as big as Daddy’s. It feels good having him in me, and I can hear some of the other guys moving around to watch. Ethan pulls the cups of my bra down to look at my boobs, and then just as fast as he entered me, he’s pulling out and cumming on my chest. Daddy never does that; he always puts his cum inside of me, but he must have told Ethan not to. “Holy shit.” Ethan cries out as he falls over on the mattress beside me, and then he laughs. “Fuck, that pussy is prime.” I’m not empty for long as another player moves on top of me and thrusts inside. This time it feels smaller than before, but I’m stretched wide. This guy goes slower and kisses me gently before he pulls out and releases on the inside of my thighs. The next player starts off by eating my pussy again and gets me off twice. I keep my eyes on Daddy for that, and I see him adjust himself. That makes me want him to fuck me next, but he only watches. The next player turns me over and makes me get on all fours. This is nice because I can watch Daddy the whole time, and it makes me really turned on. I hear all the guys in the room getting louder after every time someone has me. They’re all talking about taking another turn and begging to swap places with people in front of them. I hear all they’re saying about how I’m the best they’ve ever had and how I feel so much better than anyone else. Daddy looks at me with something like pride in his eyes as they all continue to praise me. It feels so good getting this attention, and it’s fun having so many men inside me. I like giggling and teasing them as they cum fast and then fall over on the mattress like I’ve somehow taken their soul from them. It’s a few players later that Ethan shoves a guy to the front of the crowd. They’re all giving this guy a hard time, and he seems nervous. I stretch out on my back as he gets down on the mattress with me. He’s still fully dressed as he climbs on top of me and fumbles with the tie of his pants. “Are you okay?” I ask, and he swallows hard. “It’s my first time,” he says nervously. “I’m not going to last.” “It’s okay, just go slow,” I say as I feel the blunt head of his cock push against me in the wrong place. I hear some of the guys behind him jeering because he has to do it a couple of times before he finds the right spot. “That’s it.” My voice is soft as I whisper in his ear. “I’m sorry,” he says as he thrusts inside, and I feel full for the first time tonight. He’s almost as big as Daddy. “I’m sorry,” he says again as he starts to thrust over and over. “You feel good,” I moan. His cock is rubbing the place inside me that Daddy reaches and can make me cum during sex. The only way I’ve gotten off tonight is when the guys ate my pussy, but this one might just do it with his cock. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” he grunts, and he’s starting to sweat on top of me. “Coach Buck is so lucky.” “I’m lucky too,” I say as I rock my hips with him. “You like when he fucks you?” I feel his cock swell and I’m so close to the edge. Turning to face Daddy, I see him lick his lips and he knows I’m close too. “I love it,” I whisper to the player as I keep my eyes on Daddy. “Pop that cherry!” one of the players yells, and I smile. “I don’t want it to end,” the player says in my ear. “If Daddy says it’s all right, you can go again since it’s your first time.” “Coach?” the player asks, and Daddy nods. “Thank fuck.” He thrusts hard one last time, and when I start to cum he pulls out just in time. My pussy clenches, and I watch as he spurts onto my belly and then sags in relief. The guys behind him cheer as he shakes off his cum and then thrusts back inside me to fuck again. I’m still cumming, so it feels good to hold on to something while I keep going. I rock my hips up, and this time he goes a little faster than before. He’s so big that he doesn’t have to do much, but it feels good having him in me. After more cheers from the guys and a few more pumps, he’s pulling out and cumming in the same place. This time I’m the one that’s getting the cheers, and I feel my nearly limp and half naked body being pulled off the mattress. They guys are holding me up and hugging me while telling me how amazing I am. I’m a little sore from having my legs spread for so long, and I’m pretty sure most of me is covered in cum, but overall, I’m happy, and seeing the smile on Daddy’s face made it all worth it. “All right, let’s get to the locker room,” Daddy calls, and the guys come in for a few last kisses and hugs before they climb the stairs. Once Daddy and I are alone, he takes my hand and leads me through another door, where there’s a private bath. “You did such a good job, baby girl.” “Thank you, Daddy.” I beam at him as he helps me get clean and then pulls out a change of clothes he brought for me to wear to the game. “I want you in my private box so you can watch the game,” he says as he bends down and kisses me on the lips. “You did so good, and I know the team is going to win because of you.” “Don’t I get to take care of you too before you go out on the field?” I lean closer, and I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my belly. “You’re my reward tonight when I get home,” he says, and I smile up at him. “Now come on, we don’t want to be late.” Chapter Four Coach Buck Visit FileDB.io for more free books “Coach Buck, what was it you used to motivate your players into such an incredible performance tonight?” the sports reporter asks when I walk out of the locker room. I smile at the camera and keep on walking. “Just letting them blow off a little steam before the game. It goes a long way.” There’s a few more that ask questions, but I ignore them as I go through security out to my car and see Emmy already sitting in the passenger seat. When she sees me coming, she jumps out of the car and runs straight at me. I drop my bag and scoop her up as she wraps her legs around my waist. I remember that she’s still not wearing any panties, so I put my hands on her bare ass to keep it covered up. “I knew you could do it, Daddy,” she says and then leans back to give me a quick kiss. I feel the barest hint of her tongue on mine, and I smile. “It was all you, baby girl,” I say and carry her back to the car. “Now let’s get you home so we can celebrate.” “What about real quick out here?” she says after I put her in the passenger seat. “People could see us.” I close my driver's side door and then the light overhead goes out. Just then I feel her hand reach over, and she grabs my cock. “Please Daddy. I don’t care if anyone sees.” I don’t stop her as she unbuttons my pants and pulls out my dick. It’s hard to tell my girl no. I glance around the still half full parking lot as she leans over and starts sucking my cock. “Shit.” I hiss and grip her hair tight. I hold her still for a second and then move her mouth up and down. “Being down there on the field and hearing them talk about you made me so fucking hard.” She swallows, and I nearly cum in her mouth but manage to hold back. “Come here. I want to nut in your pussy.” “That’s my favorite,” she says as I push the seat back as far as it can go and she straddles me. My cock slides into her tight little sheath, and she’s already wet and ready. She bears down and begins to rock just a tiny bit as I sit there for a long moment and just look at her. “My beautiful girl.” I tuck her hair behind her ears, and she smiles up at me. There’s a tap on the glass that startles the both of us, and I see it’s the reporter from earlier. I glance around and don’t see security anywhere and try to think of what to do. Since Emmy is wearing a skirt it covers both of us up so I roll down the window and glare at the man. “What?” “Coach Buck, just wanted a quick follow-up question if you’ve got time.” He’s looking at the two of us like he has no idea what’s going on, and I feel Emmy clench around my cock. “My daughter and I are having a conversation right now, do you mind?” Emmy clenches on my dick again and smiles at the reporter. “Daddy just won and we’re celebrating,” she says and then she moves a little like she’s trying to adjust herself on my lap. “I bet you’re really proud of him,” the reporter says, and Emmy rocks on me again while she nods. “He’s the best daddy in the whole world.” The reporter nods like there’s nothing at all going on and this is totally normal. “Our readers would love to hear more about your relationship with your father if you’ve got time.” “No we don’t,” I say and Emmy giggles as she squeezes me. “He’s sometimes grouchy after a game,” she says and then sits up like she’s pointing at something over the reporter’s shoulder. “Is that the quarterback, Ethan?” When Emmy does this, she slides up my cock and back down twice as the reporter follows where she’s pointing. I have to bite back a groan as my baby girl rides me while someone is watching. In the distance, I see Ethan wave at Emmy and then he sees me in the driver's seat and the reporter standing next to the car. Immediately Ethan sees what the reporter doesn’t and comes over. “Hey, I was looking to give an exclusive interview if you’ve got time?” Ethan says to the reporter, who is all too eager for a one-on-one with the quarterback. After only a second of hesitation, he agrees to follow the player back inside the building. “Enjoy, Coach Buck,” Ethan calls to me before he winks at Emmy and takes the reporter out of sight. “Thank fuck.” I practically roar as I grab Emmy’s hips and start fucking her hard. “Daddy!” she cries out, but I don’t hold back. “This is what you get for teasing.” My thrusts are punishing, but Emmy takes it and begins to moan. For all the sweet talking she does, she likes it when I take what I want. Between earlier tonight, the game, and the interruption, I’m hard as fuck and start cumming fast. I hold her down on my dick as I pump into her because I don’t want her to miss a drop. Daddy’s cum is the only one allowed inside of her, and she’s going to get all of it. She makes that little whining in the back of her throat and then cums too. Her body shakes as she clings to me, and I have to lie back to catch my breath. “Oh, what you do to me,” I say as I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head. She will always only ever truly be mine as I am hers. She’s all I need or ever want. “I love you, sweet girl.” “I love you too, Daddy,” she says as she kisses my neck. “Always and forever.” THE END! |
Futa Daughter's Naughty Temptation Chapter Seven: Futa-Mommy Searches the Cutie By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Madeline Marlow I savored my futa-daughter, Sky, sucking my clit-dick as I drove us to school. I worked as a secretary at her community college. She bobbed her head, loving my mommy-cock with that hungry mouth of hers. I gripped the steering wheel, struggling to focus on driving. “Wow, Mrs. Marlow, your daughter is being naughty,” Georgia said from the backseat. The reverend's daughter had lost her virginity yesterday. I had used her to keep Sky from seducing the reverend's wife, Georgia's mother, and ruining the Matthews' marriage. Georgia's virginity was a small sacrifice to keep Sky from breaking apart happy couples. Besides, Sky and Georgia were so cute together. If they got married, they would be adorable. I didn't know if futas could have children, but Sky and Georgia would have such cute children if they could. Probably all daughters. Pleasure rippled down my cock from my daughter's sucking. She made such wet and obscene sounds, these slurping noises that made my pussy clench almost as much as the suction she created. My daughter knew how to blow a dick. Well, she had been a wild child. A slut, if I was honest. But now she was my good girl. “Oh, yes, yes, honey,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. “That's so good. Ooh, you know just how to suck my dick. You're going to make mommy cum.” “She better before we get to classes,” Natalie said. She was Sky's equally as wild friend. The two nineteen-year-old girls had me frustrated to no end, but now Natalie was my good slut. I had tamed her with my mommy-cock. “Yes, she should,” I purred. Natalie was basically my sex slave. Which was so hot. I had changed so much since yesterday. Futa-cocks were a big game-changer. I loved them. I wanted to fuck young girls, especially my daughter. She had seduced me into incest, and it was just the hottest thing in the world. I slowed at the stoplight, cars around me. None of them knew I had a girl-dick let alone that my daughter was sucking it. My toes curled in my shoes at Sky's wonderful suction. She made my dick feel amazing. I smiled, savoring that wonderful pressure building and building. I would have such a huge explosion of cum. My futa-seed would fire out of my dick into her mouth. I groaned, my heart thundering in my chest. This was incredible to feel. Her lips moved up and down my dick. She sucked and slurped, her blonde hair sliding over my lap. “Yes, yes, just like that,” I moaned, accelerating through the intersection. “Just nurse on my girl-dick. Oh, you're such a good girl.” She sucked hard. My pussy clenched. I groaned, my back arching. The pleasure rushed through my body. It was intense. Incredible. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. I slowed again, the school in sight. My pussy clenched. “Hurry, Sky!” I moaned, growing antsy at the light. My daughter shoved her hand between my thighs. Cross-traffic flowed before me while her fingers found my pussy lips. She thrust her digits into my cunt. My eyes widened at the feel of her fingers sliding into my hot depths. She curled them inside of me. She stroked them along the top of my pussy wall. It added this wonderful delight that swelled the pressure at the pinnacle of my dick. She nursed hard on me, her tongue swabbing around my spongy crown. “It's turning,” I groaned, watching cross-traffic slowing. Their light turned red. “Hurry, Sky!” The light turned green. I had to go. Her fingers stroked along my pussy. I pulled into the turn lane, oncoming traffic blocking me from making the left. Which gave Sky a few more precious seconds to find some way to make me cum before I had to turn into the parking lot. Then the car ahead slowed to let me go. I groaned and turned in. I pulled into the parking lot just as Sky touched this special spot in my pussy. My eyes bulged. I bucked in my seat as my orgasm detonated inside of me. “Oh, my Lord, yes!” I howled, trembling. My futa-cum fired into my daughter's mouth. My pussy went wild around her fingers stroking that delicious spot. Ecstasy flooded from my cunt and rapture burst from my mommy-dick. Stars exploded across the world. I gasped and moaned, my car stopped. Students and faculty were moving around me. I shuddered while dumping load after load of my cum down Sky's mouth. She gulped it down with hunger, swallowing with noisy passion. “Wow,” Georgia said in awe. “Uh-huh!” I moaned, my orgasm still bursting through me. Sky swallowed more and more of my cum. The pleasure rushing out of my pussy was so intense. So much more powerful than I was used to. My eyes fluttered as the ecstasy blazed across my mind. It was outstanding. Incredible. I hit the peak and then I fired the last of my cum into her mouth. “Sky, Sky,” I moaned. “What... That... Oh, my gosh, what was that?” “What did she do to you, Mrs. Marlow?” Georgia asked. “She... she...” I trembled through the ecstasy. “She touched this spot in me.” “Oh, your G-spot!” Natalie said. “Ooh, I bet that made cumming as a futa intense, huh, Mrs. Marlow.” “Yes,” I panted. “That was—” HONK! I jumped and then realized I had stopped. I turned down a side lane and found a place to park as Sky slid her lips off my mommy cock. She smacked them, some cum and drool on her mouth. She stretched her arms as I pulled into a space and put the car in park. “Yum,” my green-eyed daughter said. “You have something on your chin, honey,” I said. Instead of getting out a wet wipe from my purse, I leaned in and licked up the jizz from her lips. I kissed my daughter right here in the parking lot. She moaned and kissed me back. It was so hot, our tongues dancing, the salty flavor of my cum seasoning our incestuous passion. Sky broke the kiss and purred, “Thanks, Mom, you're the best.” She opened her door. I smiled. This was so wonderful. I was so glad that we were so close now. I had won thanks to this futa-dick. Now, I had to start my day and find her more virgins to deflower. I hummed, thinking about how I would figure out which girls still had a cherry. Some hands-on research? I smiled. And if they didn't have hymens, well, I could just slide right on into their pussies and give them a reward for being such good girls and letting me examine them. Now, I just had to figure out the pretext to do it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sky Marlow I walked into the school building with Natalie at my side. We had mostly the same schedule. Usually, so we could just hang out in the back and pretend to care while really gossiping and texting. She hooked her arm with mine and leaned in close. “God, I am so horny,” she said. “We should fuck in the bathroom.” “Maybe,” I said, my eyes sliding over the halls. A group of boys from the basketball team, all tall and handsome, glanced at us. I rolled my eyes. I didn't need boys, or men, any longer. I needed girls. Women. MILFs. I needed some hot, older, married woman to fuck. To satisfy. Enjoying Mrs. Spencer last night had been hot. And Mom had no idea I snuck out of the house to fuck the new mommy across the street. I had to get more of that MILF poon. “Look at her,” groaned Natalie. “With your cock, you could bag Velvet. Hottest fucking girl in school.” Velvet was leaning against the locker. The busty, bleached-blonde cheerleader leaned against the locker while one of the football players chatted her up. She wore a pair of low-riding skinny jeans, her red thong flashing. A tight crop top hugged her big and bountiful tits. “I suppose,” I said, my eyes looking around. I threw a look over my shoulder and groaned as I spotted Mrs. Reyes, my math teacher. She wore a charcoal-gray skirt that went down to her knees but didn't hide that delicious, bubbly ass. My clit throbbed, wanting to turn into a futa-dick. “Uh, are you drooling over Mrs. Reyes's ass?” asked Natalie. My stomach went cold. I remembered that I couldn't trust my best friend any longer. She was my futa-mom's sex slave. If I let it out that I was staring at a MILF, Mom would find out. She would get suspicious. “No, no,” I said then latched onto the girl bending over at the drinking fountain, her tartan skirt falling over her rump. “I'm looking at Aoi.” “Aoi?” Natalie asked. “That nerd.” The Japanese girl had glasses on and wore a loose, white blouse and a schoolgirl tartan skirt that went well past her knees. If her skirt was half as short, it would be sexy. It was just... boring with that length. What a pity. She could be hot if she tried. “She's probably a virgin,” I said. I swallowed. Did Natalie buy it? It was so wrong that I had to hide my desires from my bestest best friend in the world. Natalie should be my confidant in seducing sexy MILFs, but my mother had corrupted her. You can't trust any girl that's ridden your mother's cock, I thought. No, that was Spice. She would sometimes whisper to me and it just sounded like my own voice. No wonder crazy people were crazy. They probably had demons whispering to them and they thought it was their own mind speaking. She's got an angel-dick now. I know, I thought back. “That is a hot idea,” said Natalie. She whipped out her phone and snapped a pick of Aoi drinking. “She's like Georgia. Who is awesome. You should total start dating her.” “Dating?” I asked. “Did you just use the 'D' word.” “I know,” Natalie said, her phone clicking as she took the photo. Then she started typing on it. “What can I say, your mother's both a wholesome and corrupting influence on me.” “Yeah,” I said, studying her. Maybe I should fuck Natalie's mother? Michelle Tailor, Natalie's mom, was one hot piece of ass. “That's good, though. Send that pic to my mom. If Aoi's got a cherry, I'm sure Mom will want to arrange a tryst.” Natalie giggled. “Just let me lick out the cum this time. That would be hot to drink your cum out of a virgin's pussy.” “Yeah, it would be,” I said. I mean, I wouldn't say no to popping another cherry. It was hot. Careful, warned Spice. That's what your mom and her annoying angel want you to think. Go for that Mrs. Reyes. God, she's a hot piece of ass. And Natalie's Mom, too. And most of all, the MILF who got away. Mrs. Mathews! Was that last one me, Spice, or both of us together. I let out a throaty groan either way, wanting to slide my cock into the reverend's wife. I would make Mrs. Matthews into my whore. My mother wouldn't stop me this time. “God, I am so wet,” Natalie said. “Want to fuck in the restroom?” I glanced at her and groaned, “Yes!” I realized I hadn't gotten my dick into my bestest best friend. Mom had hogged her last night, wanting me to “bond” with Georgia and fall in love and all that garbage. Love was a lie. My dad promised to love my mom forever, and he dumped her for being a frigid bitch. Fucking was so much better. Yep! Spice agreed. I caught her grinning face in a mirror on the inside of a girl's locker. Just for a moment, but she looked happy. Natalie grabbed my hand and dragged me to the nearest girl's restroom. We pushed through the crowd and broke through into the serpentine hallway that led inside. You couldn't see in and you couldn't see out, but there was no unsanitary door to open after washing your hands. “Oh, my god, we're going to get wild,” moaned Natalie as we were inside the restroom. It was quieter in here. A girl checking her makeup glanced at us. She frowned. “Don't mind us,” I said as we headed to the last stall, “just going to fuck my bestest friend. She loves my big dick.” “What, did you dykes bring a dildo to school.” “A big and fleshy clit-dick!” said Natalie. Giggling, we slid into the restroom stall. It felt like old times, the two of us up to no good at school. I pinned her against the stall door and kissed her with hunger. My lips melted into my bestest friend's. She was amazing. I loved fucking around with her. Having a friend that you fooled around with was the greatest. My clit blossomed into my dick as my tongue plundered her mouth. Her hands grabbed my ass, drawing up my skirt. I was fumbling to yank down her skinny jeans off her hips. The stall door rattled as we made out with hunger. The girl doing her makeup muttered, “Fucking dykes.” My cunt clenched. I loved that she knew. It made this so much hotter. My tongue danced with my bestest friend's. Natalie grabbed my naked ass now while my dick grew into her belly, sliding up against her top. I throbbed, at full girth, my shaved cunt dripping with excitement. The juices ran down my thighs. Her tongue buried into my mouth now. I sucked on it as I shoved down her jeans, pushing them down her lush thighs. She started wiggling and squirming, using her legs to work them down farther. They were out of my reach now. I didn't want to stop kissing her. She kept squirming. Natalie had some real skills. Her jeans rustled and then her left leg slid up and around my waist, bare and naked. She had wiggled her foot out of her jeans. She pulled me against her, the stall door rattling louder. I broke the kiss and groaned, “God, I want to fuck you so hard.” “Then do it, futa!” she taunted. “Send me to first period with a pussy full of your girl-cum!” “God, yes!” I gasped and drew back my hips. My cock slid down her body. Then I was touching her shaved pubic mound. I arched my ass out further while her hand shot between us to grab my dick. My tip slid down to her folds. I groaned at the feel of her clit piercing then the kiss of her hot cuntlips. She shoved me right to her hole. I grinned and pushed into my bestest friend slowly. Her face quivered right before me. She whimpered and groaned, her expressions scrunching up. It was so hot to witness. I loved the sight of her looking like that. It made my dick throb and ache as I went deeper and deeper into her cunt. “Oh, my fucking god,” she groaned. “Your cock is as big as your mother's.” “Mmm,” I purred, “and does that make you hot to have fucked my mother and now me.” Her pussy clenched down on my cock. “What do you think?” I kissed my bestest friend, groaning into her as I sank to the hilt in her pussy. Her cunt gripped my futa-dick. I throbbed in the heave on her twat. Then I pulled back. She gripped my dick with her hot snatch. The pleasure rushed down through me. It was intense. Delicious. The best thing to feel in the world. I loved every moment of it. I shuddered as her pussy sucked at me. Inch after inch of my dick slid out of her cunt. It was amazing to enjoy. I thrust back into her. I slammed to the hilt in my bestest friend's cunt. I groaned into her lips as her pussy welcomed me in. Her left leg held me tight. My nipples throbbed as I rubbed my clothed tits against her big boobs. I hated that our tops separated our breasts. The door rattled as I thrust into her. She moaned. I whimpered. It was heaven to be in her cunt. Her pussy massaged me with every one of my strokes into her. I groaned as I buried into her. I loved it. This was the life. This was rapture. Ecstasy. I shuddered, pumping away at her cunt. I fucked her with passion. I rammed to the hilt in her again and again. I filled her twat up. It was intense. Delicious. I loved it. I savored every second of burying into her. Her pussy clenched around me. She squeezed with such rapture on my dick. My pussy drank in the pleasure that flowed down my cock as I fucked my bestest friend. I broke the kiss. “God, Natalie!” “I know!” she moaned, her arms hugging me tight. Her brown eyes filled up my vision. “Ooh, that's good. Just ram that dick into me.” “Yes!” My pussy clenched, the heat swelling inside of me. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. I buried into her hard and fast, the pressure swelling inside of me. I would have a mighty cum in my friend's twat. Just pump all that jizz into her. Just a big explosion of cum that would flood into her. it would be outstanding. I groaned, burying into her cunt. I slammed in hard. Fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. My face contorted with this wonderful bliss. It would erupt from me. I slammed into her cunt. Her flesh gripped me. She held me tight. I groaned, loving every thrust into her. every last plunge into her snatch. It was incredible. I shuddered, my pussy drinking in the heat, feeding my impending orgasm. “Fuck, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Natalie!” “Cum in me!” she moaned. “Yes!” I gasped, slamming hard into her. I kissed my bestest friend and buried to the hilt in her cunt. I erupted. My cum fired into her depths. Her pussy went wild around my dick. She kissed me back, hugging me so tight as I pumped load after load of cum into her spasming twat. The pleasure slammed into my mind while the bliss rippled out of my convulsing snatch. “Ooh, ooh, that's so good,” Natalie moaned. “Sky!” I basted my bestest friend's pussy with every drop of spunk in my ovaries. I unloaded in her, our bodies trembling together. Her big boobs rubbed into my little tits through our blouses. Her twat rippled around my clit-dick, sucking me dry. I groaned as I spilled that last bit of delight into her pussy. I stared into her eyes and then I realized I could never trust her with my MILF plans. She was my mother's. This pain flared in my heart. How could Natalie be my bestest best friend if she would betray me? I pulled out of her and turned around, panting. “Mmm, that was good,” Natalie moaned. “Yeah,” I panted, my dick throbbing and twitching. I let it shrink back into a clit. “We should get to class.” “Yeah, yeah, your Mom would be mad if we were tardy.” I closed my eyes. The old Natalie never would have given a flying fuck if we were late to a class. I drew in deep breaths. My resolve to fuck every married MILF I could rose in me. My futa-mother had to pay. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Madeline MarlowK/strong> “Virgin alert!” Natalie's text read. With it was a picture of eighteen-year-old Aoi Suzihara. I stared at the pic of the slender, Japanese girl bent over the drinking fountain. I squirmed as I sat at the secretary's desk at the school's admin office. The line rang. I picked up the phone and tucked it into my corner. “Washington Community College, how can I help you?” The person on the other end needed the extension to the guidance counselor. I put her threw by rote, my eyes never leaving the picture of Aoi. She was gorgeous. Perfect. The next virgin I had to enjoy. But how? I did have certain powers as the secretary. I could summon any student to the office, ostensibly to speak with the president, dean of students, a guidance counselor, or any other member of the administration faculty. But then where could I take the girl. I would need an office, perhaps. My own was out in public. However, I could leave my desk, setting up the automated phone service where people could navigate the menu to find who they needed. My clit throbbed. Office... office... There was the Title IX office that was used during investigations. That was empty right now. I smiled and then typed away at my computer. It didn't take me long to figure out where I could find Aoi. She was in her first-period class. I looked up her teacher's cell phone on the school network and then sent him a text message. “Please send Aoi to the office right away,” it read. All the faculty had a special app on their phone for communications. It would beep. He would probably grumble at the interruption, but it wouldn't be long before Aoi appeared. My pussy clenched. It was so hard not to let my clit grow into a big futa-dick. My lusts swelled in me. This heady rush of excitement that would have me sliding my mommy-dick into Aoi soon. Well, not her mouth. But a girl had two other holes I could enjoy. I hummed to myself while Grace appeared in the glare on my computer screen. The motherly angel looked worried. She squirmed there, her brow contorted. I gave her a reassuring smile. Aoi is going to lose her virginity to some pimply-face boy one day. At least with Sky, she'll have a good time. Okay, Madeline, the angel thought back. I trust you. Then stop having any doubts. My ears pricked up. I heard approaching footsteps. I think that's her. Ooh, wish me good luck in seducing her. Grace bit her lip then the door to the office opened before the angel said anything. To my utter delight, Aoi walked in. The slender, Japanese girl had a nervous look on her face. She pushed up her glasses, wearing the crisp, white blouse and her long, tartan skirt. She licked her lips nervously. “M-Mr. Claes told me to come to the school office,” she said, her voice a soft whimper. “Relax, relax,” I told her. “It'll be all right. I'm Mrs. Marlow. Just come with me, and we'll get this all straightened out.” “Okay,” she said. I moved away from my desk and opened the door that led into the back. As I did, I held out my left hand to her. She took it, her palm damp with her nervousness. I gave her a reassuring squeeze and a motherly smile. “Do you know my daughter, Sky?” I asked her as we headed back. “A little,” she said. “We don't... move in the same circles.” “Mmm, you're probably better friends with Georgia Matthews?” “I guess,” Aoi said, her head downcast. “What is going on?” “Well, we had a tip that you had something inappropriate on you,” I told her. “I'm afraid I'm going to have to search you.” “What?” she gasped. “I would never.” “I know,” I said as we reached the door for the Title IX conference room. I opened the door and pulled her in. It was a simple room with a large table in the center. I led her to the table and then studied her. “Just relax. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you, but... I am going to have to strip you naked.” “Naked?” she asked. I nodded solemnly. “I know. It's scary. Tell you what, let me strip naked first that way we both can be embarrassed.” “But...” she said. “Is that... I mean...” I put a finger to her lips, hushing her. “Aoi, you're in good hands. I would never hurt you. Okay? I'm a mother. I'll treat you like I would if you were my own daughter.” My cunt clenched. I was so eager to treat her the way I would Sky. “So relax.” She swallowed. I began unbuttoning my flowery blouse. I worked them slowly, popping the buttons through. She squirmed, her eyes flicking to the growing expanse of cleavage as I exposed more and more of my large breasts. She bit her lower lip, fidgeting in place. I slid my blouse off, my breasts constrained in a cream-hued bra. It had underwire support and study straps to cradle to my breasts. I reached behind me to find the breast band and unfastened them. Then I slipped my arms out of the sleeves and worked them down my body. My breasts came out, swaying back and forth. “See,” I told her. “Nothing to be afraid of. I'm getting naked, too. Okay?” “Okay,” she whispered and swallowed. “You're so...” “I know,” I said. “When you have a child, your breasts swell up. Don't pass that along. I would hate for there to be a rash of pregnancies.” Her eyes widened. “I wouldn't...” “Because you're a good girl who always uses protection or...” I arched an eyebrow. “Are you still a virgin.” She squirmed more. “That's okay,” I told her as I unzipped my skirt and let it drop down my legs. My blonde bush came into view, dripping with my cream. My tangy musk filled the air. “There's nothing wrong in saving your virginity for the right girl.” “You're not wearing panties,” Aoi said. “I have a... condition,” I said. “I'm a futa. Futanari, I guess. You see, sometimes my clit gets excited and...” I shuddered. “Oh, dear.” My clit swelled out of the folds of my pussy and thrust out through my golden bush. Aoi gasped and took a step back. She clapped hands over her mouth as her eyes widened behind her glasses. My heart beat fast, my clit growing in spurting pulses, matching the rhythm of my heart. “See, it becomes a cock,” I said. “Futanari syndrome.” That sounded... plausible to me. “I'm so sorry. I really, really can't control when it grows. But, as you can see, it's too big to fit in a pair of panties. I just have to wear skirts and try to hide it. I'm so, so sorry you had to see that.” “It's... it's okay, Mrs. Marlow,” she said, her cheeks darkening. Her breath quickened. “Well, now to strip-search you.” I reached out for her. “And, again, I'm so sorry to have to do this to you. It's just the school policy. We have to investigate every allegation no matter how flimsy they are.” Aoi absently nodded, her glasses slipping down her nose. She had her gaze locked on my futa-cock. I smiled and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. I exposed more of the pale-olive skin. Her collarbone then her breast bone leading down to the soft swell of her breasts. She had a white-and-teal striped bra on that cradled breasts that, to my surprise, looked to be C cups. Maybe even D cups. She wore the blouse so baggy, I thought her to have tits like Sky. Those looked so delicious. I licked my lips as I exposed her stomach and her cute navel. She didn't fight me as I pulled off her blouse. Her top slid down her arms. She shuddered, her breath rising and falling. Her eyes remained locked on my girl-dick. I went for her skirt next, my big boobs and mommy-dick swaying before me. I slid my hands down her naked sides to the waistband. It was elastic, so I just tugged on it, working her skirt down her body. It slid over her rump and then fell down her thighs. “Ooh, matching panties,” I said. “So cute.” She blinked... “I'm sorry, what, Mrs. Marlow?” I ran my hand along the waistband of her white-and-teal-stripped panties. “I was just admiring how your bra and panties make such a cute set.” She squirmed, her right hand rubbing at her left arm beneath her elbow. She was so adorable. I grinned at her and then I carefully adjusted her glasses on her face. That lifted her gaze up to my eyes, her lips so kissable. “Just your bra and panties, then we can be sure you don't have anything on you. Though...” I smiled. “You might have it in your pussy.” “But I'm a virgin!” she gasped. “With an intact cherry?” I asked, my dick throbbing. She blushed and nodded. She was perfect. I slid my hands down from her glasses to her shoulders then down her back. I walked them across her shoulder blades, my futa-cock throbbing and aching with every beat of my heart. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. I had to fuck this girl so badly. But I couldn't take her cherry. Sacrifices... A mother had to make sacrifices for her futa-daughter's happiness. I found the girl's bra band and the clasp. With a quick twist, it came undone. Then I pulled it off her shoulders. She quivered there as it came free. I loved the way her arms pressed together to let me pull it off of her. This was such a delight. Her titties came into view. They were round and perky, her nipples a dark shade of brown. I cupped her breasts and she gasped. Her eyes widened as my fingers massaged at her skin. She shuddered. “M-Mrs. Marlow,” she groaned. “Just making sure you're not hiding anything,” I purred. “How?” I winked at her. I released her breasts and then slid my hands down her hips, sinking down to my knees. I was eye level with her cute tummy. I ducked my head in and kissed her right on the bellybutton, my tongue darting in to “search” her navel. She squealed and jumped back. I grinned at the squirming girl, the salty flavor of her skin lingering on my tongue. My thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties and I slowly tugged off Aoi's underwear. “Just relax,” I said. “The search is nearly complete. You'll be fine. This is just a precaution.” “Okay,” she whispered, her breasts rising and falling. They had a lovely jiggle to them. I peeled down her panties, her thick, black bush coming into view. It was wild tangle, the midnight hairs so much darker than her pale-olive skin. A tart musk filled my nose. She had such a yummy smelling pussy. I loved it. My mouth watered. A hunger grew in me. This wild need to just feast on her seized me. I held off, rolling her panties down her thighs. Her knees pressed close together while my eyes stared at her black tangle of curls. She had so much pubic hair, I couldn't peer through. It was exciting to witness. It made my cunt clench. She was an amazing and lovely girl. I salivated. I knew I would enjoy every moment of eating her out. She quivered there as I brought the panties to her black shoes and ankle socks. She daintily stepped out of them, her tart scent filling my nose. “Now,” I said, pressing her knees apart. She shifted her feet while I leaned in. “I just have to search your pussy. Make sure you're telling the truth about being a virgin.” “I am,” she protested. I winked at her. “I know, I know, but I have to check.” I licked my lips and then I pressed my face into her bush. I felt her silky curls rub over my lips and cheeks. Then my lips nuzzled in until I kissed at her twat directly. She gasped, her round boobs jiggling. My tongue slid out through her folds and stroked across... Hymen. “Mmm, you do have a cherry cunt,” I purred and slid my hands around to grab her rump. I squeezed her asscheeks and licked again. “Mrs. Marlow!” she moaned. “Mmm, you've been such a good sport. Let me give you a reward. You deserve this delight.” I licked her virgin pussy again. She gasped, her face twisting. This excitement surged through me. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My pussy clenched, the juices running down my thighs. Such wicked and wanton delight rippled through me. Her ticklish bush rubbed at my face. It felt so wonderful on my cheeks. I loved it. I savored it. Her tart juices coated my tongue. She whimpered and moaned. Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my digits. I kneaded her rump, savoring every moment of this. My tongue thrust into her twat. I licked at her. Lapped at her. I loved every moment of this. Every last second of caressing her. She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her hands rubbed at her tummy. “M-Mrs. Marlow. This... I... You shouldn't be doing this. I'm a student. You're on the staff. It's against the rules!” “I don't care,” I moaned, reveling in her barely legal twat. “I don't care about legality one whit.” I fluttered my tongue against her twat. I licked and lapped at her. I caressed her folds over and over again. I savored the taste of her. The flavor of her twat. I fluttered my tongue against her hymen, loving her juices running over my chin. I flicked up to her clit. She gasped. Her body bucked. That was such a delicious treat watching her round tits jiggle. I swirled my tongue around her bud, loving every moment of it. Every last second of it. My pussy clenched, the heat rising inside of me. “Mrs. Marlow!” she groaned as I nursed on her clit. Her fingers twitched. Then she shot her hands down and grabbed my hair. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow, that's... This... Oh, yes, yes!” I loved her surrender to the pleasure. She gripped my blonde locks as my soft lips nibbled on her clit. I teased her little bud, giving the virgin so much delight. My futa-cock throbbed before me. My boobs jiggled as more of her cream ran down my chin. This was so exciting. Aoi's gasps echoed through the room. Her cute moans reverberated around me. She gasped and shuddered, her titties jiggling. Those firm titties were such a delight for me to enjoy. Thank you for giving me this futa-cock, Grace, I moaned. I was such a prude. I was missing out on so much. I didn't give it to you so you could be depraved! the angel gasped. I'm not depraved. I'm doing this to control Sky. You know that. I'm plunging into sin. A sacrifice for my daughter. If I wasn't, I would have my dick in Aoi's virgin twat right now. Okay, the angel said. It is fun, I suppose. I mean, I've only been with Spice, but it must be nice to have others. Only Spice? Well, yes, angels are monogamous. I was supposed to control her with love and sex, but she got out. We'll get her back to you, I promised and sucked hard on Aoi's clit. “Mrs. Marlow,” she moaned. “Something... There's something building in me.” “Mmm, that's your orgasm.” “Orgasm?” She sounded shocked. “But it feels.... feels like I'm going to drown. It's scary.” “I know.” I nibbled on her bud. “But it's exhilarating. The best rush in the world. Don't be afraid.” I gripped her ass. “I'm here to catch you, okay?” “Okay.” I sucked again on her. She groaned, her face twisting in delight. She squirmed her hips from side to side, rubbing her hot cunt on my face. Her juices grew hotter. The tart flavor more intense. I savored it. She was about to erupt. To flood me with her cream. I smiled, eager for that moment to happen. She groaned, her fingers tightening in my hair. Then she threw back her head and cried out in wordless delight. Her juices gushed out into my mouth. I drank them down. I gulped down all that wonderful cream. It was such a delight. “Mrs. Marlow!” she squealed. My pussy clenched. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My heart pounded in my chest as I drank down all her pussy juices. Aoi's passion tasted so delicious. I squeezed my eyes shut, savoring every drop that flowed out of her, more spilling over my chin and down my throat. “Oh, wow,” she gasped. “This... This... Oh, wow!” The flow of her cream slowed and then stopped. I licked at my lips, savoring the flavor of her pussy cream. This wicked shiver ran through me. My futa-dick throbbed. I had to slide into her asshole now. I had to fuck the virgin's tight bowels. I knew they would be amazing. “Okay,” I told her, rising, “the search of your pussy is complete, but there's one more place to look.” “There is?” the girl mewled, her voice sluggish. “Where, Mrs. Marlow? Didn't you get everywhere?” “Not your asshole,” I said. She gasped, “What?” “Luckily, I have my big mommy-cock to do it with,” I said, slapping my huge cock down on her crack. Her butt-cheeks felt so wonderful against my throbbing flesh. She gasped and threw a look over her shoulder at me. “But M-Mrs. Marlow!” she squealed. “That's... I mean, you can't... That's my...” “Shh,” I told her, stroking her back. “I told you, Aoi, I will never hurt you. Just like I won't ever hurt my daughter. Do you believe me?” “Yes,” she squeaked. “Good.” I pressed my cock into her butt-crack. “Just relax. I promise you that anal sex with a futa-dick feels amazing. Okay. My daughter has fucked me in the ass, and I loved it.” “Your daughter?” “She's a futa, too.” I slid my cock lower, the delicious flesh squeezing about the crown of my dick. Then I found her puckered asshole. “There we are. Now just relax. I'm going to go slow, okay?” “Okay, Mrs. Marlow.” I pushed forward on Aoi's asshole, my dick aching. Her tight anal ring slowly parted for my crown. My futa-cock leaked all that precum to lube the way. She groaned and squirmed, her butt-cheeks clenching as her asshole widened more and more. It felt incredible. I felt the ring slowly sliding over the crown of my cock, stretching open to take more and more of it. She whimpered, her head tossing back and forth. Then a low, throaty groan rose from her, sounding tense. “It's okay,” I purred, my hands stroking her sides. “Relax, Aoi. You'll love this.” “Yes, Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped. My cock popped into her asshole. I shuddered at the velvety delight of her hot asshole sliding around the tip of my cock. I went deeper and deeper into her bowels. My pussy clenched as I savored the wonderful delight of her hot flesh. The bliss melted up my mommy-cock to my pussy. The pleasure was exquisite. I smiled, savoring the delight. My pussy clenched as I went deeper and deeper into her hole. It was amazing. I sighed, loving every second of entering her bowels. This was incredible. A true treat to enjoy. “Oh, Aoi,” I groaned. “Mrs. Marlow,” she gasped in surprise delight as I bottomed out in her bowels. Her asshole squeezed around my girth. “It does feel good.” “Told you,” I cooed and drew back. She whimpered and squirmed, her bowels squeezing about my mommy-cock. That felt amazing to me. I groaned and slammed back into her. I buried to the hilt into her asshole. She groaned and squeezed about me. Her wonderful flesh held me tight as I thrust away. I fucked the girl hard and fast, my crotch smacking into her cute rump. Her whimpers and my moans echoed through the room. My tits heaved before me. “Oh, Aoi, yes!” I gasped. “Your asshole feels amazing. There's nothing bad in here.” “Nothing!” she agreed. “This is amazing, Mrs. Marlow. Yes, yes, this is wonderful!” Her young bowels gripped me. Every plunge into her warmed up my pussy. My ovaries drank in the bliss, my load of futa-cum readying to fire into her asshole. I would flood her with all that jizz. I would baste her with every bit of spunk I had. I shuddered. My pussy clenching. Juices soaked my bush as my excitement swelled and swelled. Her velvety bowels built the pressure at the tip of my cock. I would have such a mighty eruption of cum in her depths. “Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow. That's so good. That's amazing. I love this. I love this so much.” “So do I!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, so do I!” I plunged into her bowels with such powerful strokes. I was getting closer and closer to flooding this cute girl with my futa-cum. My ovaries brimmed with all the jizz I would fire into her. I buried into her asshole, her flesh clenching about me as I pulled back. She squealed in delight. “Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped as I plunged into her bowels. “I'm cumming again!” Her hot asshole convulsed around my dick. The virgin bucked on the table. Her bowels rippled about me, sucking at my cock. I groaned, my face contorting from the bliss of her wicked flesh massaging me. I drew back as she gasped and whimpered. Her flesh swelled that aching tip at the pinnacle of my girl-dick. I groaned and then thrust forward again. I buried into her convulsing depths, loving the way her flesh massaged around my cock. “Oh, yes, yes, Aoi!” I gasped. “This is amazing. I'm going to... to... Cum!” My futa-jizz fired into her bowels. I pumped load after load of my futa-cum into her bowels I basted her with all the spunk that was brimming inside of me. It was incredible to feel. It was awesome to unleash all this spunk into her asshole. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow!” she moaned. “You're filling up my butt. Ooh, this is so wicked! Yes!” “It is!” I moaned. My pussy convulsed, adding those waves of delight to the ecstasy firing out of my dick. The dual delights carried me higher and higher. My big boobs heaved before me as I basted the girl's tight asshole. Her flesh rippled around me. She milked out the last of my cum. I panted after firing that final spurt of jizz into her. My breasts rose and fell. I groaned, my body buzzing from all the delight that I pumped into her bowels. She whimpered, her flesh's spasming slowing and then stopping. “Mrs. Marlow,” she mewled. “Mmm, I need to take a picture of this,” I purred. This was the perfect temptation to keep my futa-daughter from straying. Sky would continue to be my good girl thanks to Aoi and all the other virgins I would find. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sky Marlow I was sitting bored in the back of my first class, just waiting for next period when I would have Mrs. Reyes to lust after. To figure out how to seduce. My clit throbbed as the fantasies of enjoying that Latina MILF danced through my head. My phone chirped. I had it set with that high-pitched tone adults couldn't hear. It was a screech verging on inaudible to me. I pulled it out and swiped the screen without looking down at it. I kept my eyes on Mr. Tate's lecture. I was skilled at sneaking out my phone in class. A text from Mom. I opened it and the picture dragged my eyes down. There was Aoi Suzihara bent over a desk naked, her fingers pulling apart her butt-cheeks to show her asshole bubbling with cum. Jizz ran down to her black bush where my mother's fingers held the girl's pussy open. Revealing a hymen. “I have just what you need for lunch,” the text read. “Love, Mom.” “Fuck,” I groaned beneath my breath. Really? Already. I had to play this out carefully. I had hoped to use lunch to enjoy Mrs. Reyes. How could I fuck a MILF and get away with it? To be continued... |
Desi couldn't hide her disgust as she knelt at the feet of the ugly gnome-like man standing so smugly in front of her.. With closed eyes, a stomach full of butterflies, and hope beating in her heart she commenced sucking Juan's fat cock It sounded preposterous, but Juan claimed his cum contained special anti-wrinkle properties. Desi desperately prayed he was telling the truth; she couldn't bear the thought of her beautiful face getting anymore wrinkles. Focus on the end result, she kept saying over and over in her mind. Her mouth became transformed, alive with passion and recklessness, seeking the priceless treasure hiding in Juan's cock. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Previous Day Desi had it all, a stunning home set high in the hills, an older wealthy husband, a body to die for, and a beautiful face. All her friends came out to celebrate her twenty-sixth birthday party. A shiny brand-new red Mercedes convertible sports car sat in the driveway and another diamond ring adorned her hand; gifts from her husband. Unfortunately, Desi's happiness was dampened by an unexpected, unwelcome gift; she discovered her first wrinkle. Like an invisible man, Juan served drinks to the snobbish upper-class crowd on the extensive grounds. A fountain shot water up and colored lights caught each droplet. The city lights sparkled in the lower valley. He couldn't imagine living in such luxury. As Desi's girlfriends gathered around her, they all teased her discovery of a wrinkle. They said it was the start of a downward slope, and there was nothing she could do about it. Despite the extravagant party and well-wishes, Desi had a sour look on her face. She mingled with her guests and drank too much Champagne as she tried to drown her imaginary woes. The new wrinkle devastated Desi's spirit. Breaking away from the noise, Desi walked to the edge of the sharp canyon drop-off. Juan casually walked towards the hostess with a nonsensical plan forming in his head, "Good evening, would you like a fresh drink?" Desi quickly replaced her glass of Champagne. She didn't say thanks or acknowledge the server as she turned away to stare at the hypnotizing twinkling lights. In a surge of jealousy, Juan decided to have some fun at her expense. "Miss, I don't mean to interrupt, but I think I can help you." Desi disinterestedly looked at the help; he was short, ugly, with a huge nose and a bald head. If Desi had to guess, she would say he was Mexican or South American. "I don't know what you mean," she huffed, "and I don't appreciate you being personal with me." "I'm sorry, but I overheard you talking to the other ladies. May I show you a picture of my wife?" "Excuse me?" Desi got even more annoyed with the server. "I think you will be impressed, please, only one brief moment; it may change your life." Desi was perturbed but also intrigued, "Make it quick," she sighed. "Please, hold the tray for me." Juan held it out to her and Desi let out another huff, reluctantly holding the tray as Juan reached into his back pocket and pulled a photo out of his wallet. "Here is a picture of my wife," he said proudly, "she is fifty-seven." As Juan took the tray back from Desi, he handed her the photo. It wasn't his wife but his twenty-one-year-old daughter, Marie. She was beautiful like her mom, and he thanked God she didn't look like him. "This is your wife?" inquired Desi as she looked at the photo, "She looks so young. Fifty-seven? Impossible!" Juan smiled as Desi took his bait; her vain ego wanted to believe it was true. He could see the wheels turning in her head as she looked at him, trying to judge whether he was telling the truth or not. "Yes," lied Juan, "that is my wife. I have a secret cream that keeps her skin smooth and wrinkle-free." "I don't believe you," Desi snorted, "you would be rich if that were true." "It's a long story, too long to discuss with you now. I am sorry, you're right, I should never have bothered you. Excuse me." Juan took the photo back from Desi, put it in his shirt pocket, and walked away. He hadn't gone three steps before he heard her call out to him. "Wait!" Desi exclaimed much too loudly. "Tell me more. I need to know the secret." Juan saw other guests looking at them strangely. "Perhaps we could meet at a different time? When we have privacy." "Yes, yes," Desi said quickly. The thought of being wrinkle-free captured her imagination. "Can you come here tomorrow? My husband is gone at nine am, and the housekeeper is off tomorrow." "I am working tomorrow, and it would mean missing my wages." Juan looked into her desperate crystal blue eyes. "Maybe it is not such a good idea to be alone with me. What would your husband say?" "I will pay you!" Desi blurted out in an attempt to get him to meet with her. "Is five hundred dollars enough?" Juan hesitated; this was going farther than he intended. The picture was a joke. But five hundred dollars was a small fortune in his world. "You must swear to keep our meeting a secret." "Thank you. Can your wife come as well?" "No, she works as a housekeeper for the last twenty-five years at a downtown hotel." "Oh," Desi said as she gave the whole thing a second thought. If it was true and he did have a miracle cream, then it was worth the risk. "Never mind, be here at ten am, and we can talk more." "Yes, Miss." Juan walked away to hand out more drinks. He chuckled under his breath at her rashness and how easily he had manipulated her. He wondered what he could get her to do tomorrow to get his special wrinkle cream. Desi watched the ugly man walk away and thought about the picture. If the photo weren't fake, then she would give anything to keep her skin that smooth and free of wrinkles. Her closest girlfriend, Susan, cornered the ugly man. As she talked to the server her face lit up and she smiled curiously. Desi hoped the server didn't tell Susan about his anti-wrinkle cream or their plan to meet tomorrow. Desi's good mood returned, and she rejoined the party with all her friends. Throughout the night, she kept stealing glances at the ugly server with a sense of hope at staying beautiful forever. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The First Meeting Juan arrived precisely at ten am, hoping he could be in and out in five minutes. Desi opened the door for him and frowned as she looked at his worn clothes. "Come in. Will this take long? I have a tennis lesson this morning at the club." "Not long." Juan forced a smile at her rudeness. He closed the door behind himself and followed her into the mansion. He bit his tongue and told himself once she foolishly gave him the five hundred dollars he would leave. "Are your shoes clean?" Desi asked. She looked down at his plain brown worn shoes, "Oh, never mind," she huffed, "the maid will clean up tomorrow. Follow me." Juan bit his tongue as he admired Desi's young body. The white tennis outfit hugged her curves, and her ass wiggled seductively. She led them to the back patio to several red-stripped padded chairs under the cover of an overhanging roof. Just beyond was the infinity-edge swimming pool giving the impression all the water was running down the steep bank. Juan saw the bustling city below and wondered what her husband did to afford such an expensive house. Juan noticed Desi's tennis clothes emphasized her breasts and the white bra underneath. He found out her short white skirt was combination shorts as she flashed him a peek when she sat down. Her blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail and tied off with a pink scrunchie. Juan sat down in the chair across from her and waited for her to talk first. "I would have canceled today, but I realized I don't have your phone number," Desi intoned in a bored voice. "So, what is this secret anti-wrinkle cream of yours, and why aren't you rich?" Juan hesitated; she wanted to be blunt, so he decided to be as well. "I don't think I will tell you, you are being very rude to me." With that, Juan stood and turned to leave "Wait!" Desi panicked as she saw her chance at a wrinkle-free face disappear. "I'm sorry. Please don't leave." "You have the money? You promised me five hundred dollars." "Yes, I will get you a check." "No, I think not. It is best if your husband doesn't know about me." "Okay, yes, give me a moment, and I will be right back!" pleaded Desi. "Please, sit down!" Juan returned to his seat and waited. His daydreaming of living in such a fancy home ended when Desi returned with five crisp one-hundred-dollar bills and passed them over. "My name is Juan. What is yours?" "Destiny, but my friends call me Desi." "Well, Desi, maybe destiny brought us together. No? If we are going to work together, then you need to call me Juan or Sir." "What do you mean work together?" "I see the horrible wrinkle on your face!" Juan's eyes surveyed her face. "That is just the first of many. Soon your whole face will look like a dried-up prune!" Juan saw Desi shiver at the thought. "Come closer to me." Desi leaned forward to let Juan look at her. She jumped but remained seated as he cupped both sides of her face in his calloused hands. His brown fingers massaged her cheeks and forehead. He frowned and kept repeating deep groans over and over. "Is it bad?" asked Desi, from worry and disgust that he touched her. "Not yet, you may have caught it soon enough. Once a wrinkle is there, you cannot take it away, but my cream will stop new ones." In fact, he could not see any wrinkles on her smooth white skin. "Really? Whatever it costs, I want it!" "Unfortunately, I only have enough cream for one person. So, it is either you or my wife." "Can't you make more?" "I do every day, but not enough for two." "I don't understand? Why not?" Juan looked at the pretty woman. This woman would never look twice in his direction, but now she listened to his every word like a disciple. He looked into her eyes then lowered his gaze to her breasts; they looked so cute in her tight top. Desi screamed desperation in her eyes and body language. It was now, or never he thought. "The magic is in my cum. You need to smear it on your face to stop the wrinkles from forming." Desi's mouth opened in shock. "What? How dare you!" she screamed, "Get out!" Juan smiled fully at her for the first time, and Desi saw he was missing several teeth. His brown eyes held no sympathy, only amusement at her outburst. "If I leave now, I will never return, no matter how much you beg me," Juan threatened. "You will grow old and wrinkly, and your husband will throw you away for a younger woman with smooth skin." Juan suspected Desi was vain enough to believe his lies. He imagined the turmoil she was going through; the consequences were all that mattered to her. Even though Desi was repulsed, she wanted to believe with all her heart that Juan did have a magic anti-wrinkle cream. "How do I even know your cream works? All I have seen is one picture, and it could be anyone." Juan pulled out a small worn photo album and gave it to her. The pictures were of him and his wife taken over the past twenty-five or so years. The first photos showed a younger Juan and his wife, and as they progressed, you could see Juan's face age, but his wife stayed the same. Desi noticed with growing excitement the woman's body and face remained young and vibrant! She remained wrinkle-free! "I believe you!" Desi said with more enthusiasm than she intended. Desi's body and facial expressions gave away her excitement, and Juan knew she was a blonde bubblehead in love with herself. The photos he showed her were doctored by his daughter using Photoshop. Juan smiled; she believed his lies. The chance to do more overwhelmed his mind. "If you want my cream, I want to see you naked, or I will leave and take my secret with me." Desi wanted to scream at him again, but she held back. He was right; once her face started getting wrinkles, her greatest fear was her husband would trade her in for a new model, and she would have nothing. That is how she ended up with her current husband, and the prenup she signed made it clear she would get nothing in a divorce. "How do I know your cream works?" asked Desi, "I only have your word." "And the photos, but you are getting ahead of yourself. What are you willing to do for my magic cum? What could you possibly offer me that would make me deprive my beautiful wife of her daily dose?" As Desi thought about what she could offer him, Juan leaned forward, and she tried her best not to cringe as he caressed her face again with his hand. "Such a beautiful face, what a pity it will soon fill with many more wrinkles." Juan sat back, waiting to see the extent of her misery. "Anything," whispered Desi as she cast her eyes about, avoiding Juan's unyielding brown eyes. "I would do anything." "I won't force you to get naked. But I will leave in ten seconds if you don't," Juan said with a big smile on his face as his tongue peeked out of the space between his missing teeth. His exploitation was an opportunity to have a memorable fuck, and who knows, maybe get more money as he preyed on Desi's insecurities. "Can we go into the house? Somewhere more private." Juan looked around and saw none of her neighbors had a view of her covered patio. "No," he said firmly, "this is fine for now." "Are the pictures real?" asked Desi one last time. Fear and confusion added to the clock ticking down in her mind, she became paranoid that this was her one chance at staying beautiful "Your ten seconds are up!" Desi jumped at Juan's announcement. She never dreamed she would let a stranger treat her like this, let alone such an ugly man. "Wait!" she exclaimed. The chair squeaked on the concrete as Desi pushed it back and stood to face Juan. She hated his smug smile, big nose, and bald head; she hated everything about him. This whole thing was surreal, but the images of Juan's unchanging wife in the photos were astonishing proof his cum did contain a magic formula. "Good girl, come close to me. I want to touch your young body." Juan placed a hand on each of Desi's bare white thighs, and she shivered at his touch. He rubbed her strong legs moving up until his fingers were under her tennis skirt, finding attached shorts. The elastic waistband expanded as he slowly pulled her bottoms down until he exposed her white lace panties. He left her skirt/shorts at knee level and leaned in to smell her pussy. Her scent was strong. He pushed two fingers between her legs rubbing her panties and reached behind her with his other hand to find she was wearing a thong. Her bare ass felt good and his fingers squeezed roughly. Disgustingly, she stood still as this ugly man fondled her body. Common sense screamed at her to stop this insanity. She needed to control the ceaseless torment of belief and doubt. Her muscles tightened at Juan's prodding. "Did your husband fuck your cunt this morning?" She cringed at the "c" word; she had always hated it. "Yes." "Did you wash after?" "No." "Why not?" Desi didn't want to reveal her fetishes to this man, but she had no choice. "I like to keep his cum inside me." "Look at me while I play with your cunt, This is turning you on, isn't it?" "No!" Desi lied to Juan. She tried to maintain eye contact, but he looked like a deranged pervert. Never in a million years did she imagine this happening to her, right in her own home. Juan's fingers moved her lace panties to one side, and he rubbed her tiny folds. He tried to push his index finger into her and found she was tight, like a virgin. "You have a tiny cunt," laughed Juan, "does your husband have a tiny cock to match?" Desi wanted to tell this obnoxious little brown man to fuck off, but the risk was too high. Her small opening was one of the reasons her husband had married her. Juan had guessed right; her husband's cock was barely four inches when hard and skinny as her little finger. They were a perfect match for each other. "Please, Juan, god made my pussy too small. Your finger is hurting me." "Oh, Senora," Juan smiled, laughing at her discomfort, "soon you will have something much bigger in you." Reality set in for Desi and she tried to get away. Juan's ugly face prophesized future pain and agony. "I can't do this!" Juan was powerful from his years of heavy labor, and he easily held Desi in place. Her attempt to break free lodged his finger deeper inside of her tight hole. She tottered in place with her knees bound by her tennis skirt as she bounced from one leg to the other. "Oh fuck!" Desi moaned. "Please no more!" "Stop it!" yelled Juan, "Stop your sniveling, or I will leave!" Desi looked down at Juan's irate face. It felt like he had his fist in her. She tried to relax, her breath coming in gasps. A total stranger had his finger in her pussy, and he just threatened to put his penis in her. It was all too much for her. How did she get into this absurd situation? "If you want my special cum you will do what I say!" Juan stood up to look into her eyes. They were both about the same size at around five foot two. Juan kept his finger in Desi as he brought his face right up to hers. "I want you to kiss me like we are lovers. If you don't, well, I think you already know the consequences." Desi's blue eyes starred into Juan's dark brown ones. She was acting like a fool, but in her heart she wanted to believe his claims. "You have to earn my cum," he said, frankly. When Desi did not answer, he wiggled his finger in her. "Are you ready?" "Yes!" Desi exclaimed, "I want what your wife has. I want to be wrinkle-free!" The illusion of beauty made her vulnerable and drove Desi to do what Juan asked. She threw her arms around him, and her lips met him, hesitantly at first, with her eyes firmly closed to block out his disgusting physical features. Desi felt his tongue try to gain entry to her mouth and fought against it. Only when he wiggled his finger did she relent and open her mouth to him. Now he was violating two of her three openings, and she knew would also take the last one. Juan's chest pumped out with his good fortune. The snobby, young wife was putty in his hands. Every time he wiggled his finger into her tight pussy she would dance on her tiptoes. He did not know if it was in pain or pleasure, but right at this moment he didn't care. She was kissing him now and sucking on his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. Her pussy was getting wetter, and his finger was able to move easier, so he increased the speed and depth of his uninvited invasion of her body. Each push of his finger elicited a new moan or squeal from the ditzy girl. This new intoxicating power overshadowed Juan's ordinarily calm and accommodating demeanor. For the first time in his life, he felt like an alpha male. Desi hated herself. This despicable little man had excited her. "Oh fuck," Desi moaned. "What are you doing to me?" Juan was pleased with himself; he had taken control. Her tight pussy was leaking heavily with her juices and probably her husband's cum. Her head was nestled on his shoulder as she worked her hips on his finger. He grabbed her blonde ponytail and pulled her head back to look at her pretty face. Desi's glazed blue eyes filled with lust and shame. "Take your top off, show me your tits." Desi did not argue; she crossed her arms and pulled her top over her head, dropping it to the concrete floor, exposing a white matching lace bra. In a couple of motions, the bra found a spot on the floor next to her top. Desi tried to cover her breasts, but Juan slapped her hands down. Desi had small breasts and always wore padded bras to hide their size from everyone. Juan tried not to laugh at the size of her breasts but could not help himself. "Really?" he laughed, "This is what you were trying to hide? My teen niece has bigger tits than you." Juan's laughter and taunting further demeaned her. "I'm sorry," Desi said for no apparent reason other than humiliation. Juan continued to laugh as he pinched one of her nipples between his fingers. "So, you have small tits and a matching cunt. You were lucky to find a husband who doesn't want a real woman." "I know," said a defeated Desi. "That's why I need your cream; I need to stay beautiful so I don't lose my husband." Juan stroked her face and looked at her in a new light. She may be a half-witted woman, yet she was no different than him. They both had day-to-day struggles. Desi's face winced as Juan withdrew his finger from her vagina. Her orgasm was building against her own free will. When Juan presented his finger to her lips, she sucked on it, tasting her juices and her husband's. "You have a big finger," she whispered. "Bigger than my husband's penis." "Are you kidding me? Wait until you see my cock then!" "Juan, we need to talk," begged Desi. "My pussy is very tight, but I have learned to use my mouth to please men. I promise you will not be disappointed." "What about your ass?" "Sometimes," answered Desi hesitantly. "It depends on how big the man is." "Take my cock out," Juan ordered. Desi reached for the zipper on Juan's worn pants; her hands were shaking at the thought of seeing his cock. She reached into Juan's off-white underwear and circled her hand around his warm penis. She tried not to gasp at the size. He was not the biggest she had touched, but several times the size of her husband. As soon as Desi's fingers touched his cock, Juan almost lost it. Her small fingers stroked him in his underwear. "Look at it; tell me what you will do with my cock." Desi pulled Juan's cock out into the morning sunshine. "This is crazy," she mumbled to herself as she got her first look at his cock. "You're too big for my pussy. I can suck you, though, and maybe if we use lube, you can use my bum." Juan knew he should leave with the five-hundred-dollars, but his lust would not let him. Never had a beautiful white woman been so intimate with him. "Suck me, get on your knees and suck my cock into your pretty mouth. Show me you deserve my cum." Desi couldn't hide her disgust as she knelt at the feet of the ugly gnome-like man standing so smugly in front of her.. Her tennis skirt gave her knees some comfort from the harsh concrete surface but not much. She was surprised to find his cock smelled fresh and clean as she nuzzled her face into him. It had been a long time since she had a cock in her mouth that had substance. With closed eyes, a stomach full of butterflies, and hope beating in her heart she commenced sucking Juan's fat cock Focus on the end result, she kept saying over and over in her mind. Her mouth became transformed, alive with passion and recklessness, seeking the priceless treasure hiding in Juan's cock. It sounded preposterous, but Juan claimed his cum contained special anti-wrinkle properties. Desi desperately prayed he was telling the truth; she couldn't bear the thought of her beautiful face getting anymore wrinkles. Juan's cock grew in this foolish woman's mouth, her oral skills were excellent, but he did not want to come too soon. He loved the power he had over her. He pushed his cock all the way in her mouth. With a firm grip on her head, he held her nose against his stomach. Desi sucked in air as soon as Juan's cock left her mouth. "You bastard!" she exclaimed as tears rolled down her face dragging her mascara with them. "You almost killed me!" Desi tried to get up, but Juan held her down, "I thought you said you could suck a cock," he scolded. "That was a pitiful attempt. I don't think you want my special cum. You are a skinny, white, spoiled rich girl. Are you willing to give up all this?" Juan asked harshly, as he waved his arms through the air at the house and pool. "I don't know you, and I don't like you." Juan stepped back one pace. "In fact, maybe I should give my cream to your girlfriend. She was interested too and said she would pay me more than you." Desi panicked as she looked up at Juan, "NO!" she pleaded, "It was that fucking Susan, wasn't it? She has always been jealous of me!" "Maybe," said Juan as he flashed his toothless smile at the new name. "Susan said you fake everything and would fake it with me." "That bitch! She is the one with a fake nose and tits! Wait till I see her!" "If you ever mention me to Susan, you will never see me again. Is that clear!" Desi put aside her anger. This was more important than a petty dispute with her soon-to-be ex-best friend. "I'm sorry, you are right. Please tell me what you want. Please, Juan, let me try again," Desi begged as she re-grouped. "It's just been so long since I sucked a cock as big as yours. I can do better!" "Take my cock in your mouth again. You will not hit me, and you will not try to escape. When I am ready, I will come all over your face. Or perhaps you would like me to call Susan instead?" Juan did not have a mean bone in his body, but this rich woman brought out a different side in him. He resented her privileged attitude. Desi never said a word. She opened her mouth, and with pleading eyes, looked up at Juan. She sucked madly on his cock, using all her old tricks. She sucked him as deep as she could and dreamed of being beautiful forever. Even if she had to do nasty things with Juan, it would be worth the humiliation. Desi vowed there was no way that bitch Susan would get HER cream. "Very good," said a pleased Juan, "that is much better. You like sucking a real man's cock, I can tell." Juan loved her new attitude. There were still several inches to go, and in one motion, he buried his cock to the hilt, past her gag reflex. His strong hands held her there as he waited to see if she would panic. "That's much better," Juan praised. "Remember Susan will always be available if you don't please me." Desi struggled to stay calm. Just the mention of Susan's name infuriated her, and she sucked harder. Juan pulled out and gave Desi a hard stare. "My cum keeps my wife young and beautiful, She rubs it on her face, and it stops the wrinkles." "How often does she have to do this?" Desi asked hesitantly. "When she was younger, only once a week," said Juan, "but now that she is older, she needs it every night." Juan looked at Desi and shook his head. "If I give my cream to you, then my wife will have to miss out once a week, and she will start to age. I have not decided if you are worth the sacrifice. Perhaps I should meet with Susan first and see what she has to offer?" Desi recklessly thought she could just give Juan a quick blowjob, get the cream and then never see him again. This new knowledge changed everything. One thing she vowed was her fucking girlfriend would never get Juan's magic potion, no matter what. "So, we would need to meet every week? And you would come on my face?" "Yes, and of course, you would need to pay me five hundred dollars each time." Juan could not believe this silly woman was so dumb as to believe his story. "If I decide you are the one, then you will also allow me to fuck all your openings." he continued, "even your tight cunt." Desi went white at that thought; she knew the pain would be unbearable. "Would you be satisfied with just my ass?" Desi desperately asked. "Would you like me to call Susan?" "No," Desi said in defeat, bowing her head and cursing silently at the thought of Susan being more beautiful than her. "Yes, you can fuck my pussy too." "When you are with me, it's called a cunt," Juan corrected, "now tell me what I can do to you every week." Desi saw there was no compassion in Juan's eyes. She had to make a choice, "Juan, please meet with me every week so I can receive your special cum. I want you to fuck my mouth, my cunt, and my ass and come on my face. I will do whatever you ask of me." Juan wanted to scream out to the world in celebration; this beautiful young white woman was his to fuck every week until she realized there was no magic anti-wrinkle cream, and best of all, she was going to pay him to do it! Like the best poker player in the world, his face showed no emotions. "You will be my willing sex partner, and you will pay me," he confirmed, "and in return, I will provide my anti-wrinkle cream to smear all over your face." "Yes, I agree." "Good!" said a smiling Juan, "I think it is time to see how tight your cunt is! Do you have any lube, or do you want me to use your spit?" "Do you have a condom?" Never in her wildest dreams did she contemplate having unprotected sex with such an ugly man! "Do you have a disease?" said Juan as he stroked his fat cock. "No, but..." Desi started to say. "Then it will not be necessary," interrupted Juan, "I will fuck you bareback, and my cock will go in all your holes." Desi knew that sound traveled quickly from estate to estate, and she did not want the neighbors to hear her scream when Juan invaded her pussy with his big cock. "My lubrication cream is in the bedroom," Desi said, "can we go inside, please, Juan?" Her pretty face looked at him anxiously. "You want to fuck me on your husband's bed?" he laughed. "Maybe we can invite him to watch next time?" Desi froze at that suggestion, "NO!" she screamed. "Fred must never find out!" Juan's laugh was so loud Desi knew her neighbors heard him. She had to get him into the house quickly before one of them called her. "Fuck me, Juan, fuck my cunt! Let's go inside now," Desi pleaded Juan reached out and helped Desi up. As she bent over to pick up her clothes, Desi realized her mistake when she felt Juan's hand on her back. "Stay like that; I want to look at your ass and touch you. Hmm, such soft skin." Juan murmured. "Pull your cheeks apart for me." A shiver ran through Desi's body as Juan caressed her bum. She jumped when he pushed his thumb into her bum. "Please, Juan, can we use some cream? You're hurting me." Juan switched to her cunt and pushed his finger into her once more. "Okay," he said as his finger went in easier this time, "I can't wait to feel your tight cunt on my cock!" Juan pulled his finger out and slapped her firm ass. "That's for making such a fuss," said Juan at her surprised face. "Hurry before I slap your ass again!" Desi grabbed her clothes and hustled to the patio door, knowing Juan would be right on her heels. This time she held the door open for him and let him enter first, showing him some respect. "My bedroom is just down the hall." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for taking the time to read my fantasy. If Chapter 1 tickled your fancy, I appreciate your vote and any comments. |
MENTORING BRANDON By RAA049 Chapter 1: There's More to Life than Football As years go by, there are certain things that become a blur. Our lives take various paths until we settle on the one with which we feel most comfortable - if ever. As I sit here in my 5th decade, I can not help but wonder if my life today would be better or worse. It would be different, for sure, but can we ever look back and make a determination on a momentary shift in direction. I do digress, however in this, because today I'm thinking about Brandon, my first REAL love in my life. On how, in a matter of a twinkle of an eye, my life changed when I was 17. It all started as my parents decided that an urban school was something I did not need. My dad had gone to a private school in the midst of the cornbelt - IOWA. As a city boy from Chicago, this was not something that I had desired or wanted. But, at 17, you have NO rights (at least that is what they told me). As a sophomore in High School, I was a jock -- football player and wrestler -- that enjoyed the fruits of that distinction. Oh, I wasn't an Adonis like the swimmer bodies that the girls all swooned over, but I was fairly attractive and had my share of girls that wanted to go out with the jock crowd hanging around. I did my share of dating, but unlike my friends, my desires were in a different direction. At an early age I knew that the male body was something unique and desirable to me. In the 1960's however, being "queer" was not exactly something that you broadcast. So, to fit in, I did the "respectable" thing and went on dates with the girls. Between the summer of my sophomore and junior year, my dad decided that I would get a better education at his alma mater. I don't think it was the education as much as the trouble that he anticipated I could get myself into if I stayed in the city schools. Chicago, after-all, was experiencing many tensions that history can detail if you are so interested. But, alas, I enrolled at Central Boarding School as a junior, football and wrestling recruit, extraordinaire. Since football started prior to the beginning of the school term, I lost most of my summer with my friends. At 16 (I turned 17 in September), that is a travesty. Especially since it was an all boys camp and I had some VERY good friends for many years. But that is a different story. Upon my arrival I was greeted by the coaching staff and a team that had been together for 2 years. The new guy on the block was not exactly a welcome site, especially since they had been told that I was All-Conference at a big city school. I knew I had a lot to prove, not only on the field, but also as one of the guys. That evening I met my roommates. David was the starting offensive guard and had arms thicker than I had ever seen. Tom was a defensive lineman. He had jet-black hair and blue eyes and was quite a hunk. However, I was not exactly sure how a homo was going to fit in with this group. So, I decided that my lust needed to be controlled for the time being. The first day of doubles was hell, as was usually the case, but I enjoyed them. I was a competitor and I wanted to show these Hawkeye's a thing or two about football. As a linebacker, I was able to do about anything I wanted in the contact department. And that I did. Within two days I was part of the team and accepted by all. Then it happened! At the beginning of the second week of practice, the freshman and sophomore players arrived. Unlike the city school I was used to, there was a definite dividing line between the teams and players on the teams. An elitist attitude was very evident to me. As these guys walked by, my eyes caught site of the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen. His flowing blond hair, his deep blue eyes, about my height (5'9") and the way he walked just began to drive me wild. I could feel what he was doing to me, as my dick became hard quicker than I ever remembered it rising. Thankfully, my cup kept my secret --- at least for that moment. As the day progressed, I couldn't stop thinking about #64 in the white jersey. I don't know what it was about him, but he just wouldn't leave my mind. The afternoon practice was called as an intra-squad practice. The varsity was going to work with the frosh/soph team in position drills. Linebackers and the defensive line were going to work together to make sure we all understood the system at all levels. As we made our way to the field, the coach pointed for me to go left and Tom to go right. As I turned there he was. Number 64 was MY protégé for the day. I was to teach him the system. Make sure that he knew what was expected of the linebackers on our team. He was to take in every word from me as if it were gospel. And then...there was me. Stopped dead in my tracks, eye to eye with this gorgeous boy. I was tongue tied and mumbling I can't remember what. All I know is that my heart was pounding and my blood was rushing to VERY specific parts of my body. Being in shorts, with NO equipment on, this time, I had no cup to hide my secret. I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Bob." "Brandon, here," was his reply. Brandon! What a beautiful name I thought. I don't know why, but that name always intrigued me and here I was meeting a Brandon. As the day went on, I showed him various moves and techniques that the coaches were describing. He shadowed all the moves and I have to say was very good at it. For the next two hours we had the opportunity to talk. He told me he was from a small town in southern Illinois, the oldest of 4 boys in the family, and was here at CBS because his grandfather had attended when he was in High School. He was also a wrestler, which of course I was, but about 3 weight classes lighter. We blocked and tugged on each other for a long time and I have to say, it was the best light practice I had ever had. After practice, we all went our separate ways. Varsity to the field house and frosh/soph to the main gym locker room. Tom and I showered and dressed and headed back to our room. As we got to our door, Tom, again, had lost his key. So I put down all my gear and was fumbling for mine in my gym bag as who walks by, but Brandon. The dorm father was showing him to his room, which happened to be right next to mine. We exchanged hellos and glances. I saw something in his eyes, but at the time, had NO idea what it meant. For the next 6 weeks, Brandon and I saw a lot of each other in the hallway and on the field, but that is about all. I took every opportunity I could to be with him, but because of different classes and practice schedules, that didn't provide for much time. As the football season was coming to an end, the wrestling coach called an organizational meeting for all varsity wrestlers. Since I was there for sports (which was the only real enjoyment I had had so far at CBS), and had been an all-conference champion at home, I obviously attended. He indicated that it was time for us to work in the weight room and get ready for the start of the season. I loved the weight room. It was a great place to let off some pent up energy and see some hot guys OUT of the bulky football gear. As was tradition, he explained, underclassman and upperclassman were to work as pairs in the weight room for safety. He indicated that he had talked with all the freshman and sophomore wrestlers previously to determine their skills and workout needs. He formed the "teams" that would work together and told us that on the following Monday, we were to begin our training. As the meeting ended, with very little accomplished, we all checked the board to find out who we were to work with. And there it was.... Bob and Brandon! In black and white, he and I were listed next to each other. I was to be his mentor again. To work with him one on one. My excitement was again protruding. But, why me? He and I were at least 3 weight classes apart. So, of course, I went to ask the coach. On the way to his office, I had to pass the shower in the locker room. I made my way up the narrow row between benches and lockers, I could hear the showers running. As I passed the gang shower stall, my eyes looked right. There was Brandon, with his back toward me with a head full of shampoo. I stopped in my tracks gazing at this not so abnormal site. But, for some reason it was mesmerizing to me. As I stood there staring, he turned around, in full view. I could see every inch of his body which is something I only dreamed about. I obviously scanned down to his male love tool which was only half-hard, but my own was reacting quite rapidly. He was so beautiful --- so captivating - I couldn't believe this was happening. By this time, he had rinsed his hair and was wiping his eyes dry. He caught me out of his watery eyes and waved. He said hi and motioned me to come closer into the drying room. As I walked toward him, he grabbed his towel. I was a bit disappointed, but didn't show him this fact. He put out his hand so I could shake it. "Hey Bob. Glad I saw you. I hear you and I are going to work out together." "Yep, I saw that. Think that is groovy," I stammered (remember, this was the 60's). "What weight class are you, Brandon?" I questioned. "Hundred twenty-eight. You?" "Hundred fifty-five. Quite a difference there." "Oh, I can handle anything you got, don't worry," he quipped. I saw a gleam in his eye. My mind of course was hoping he would handle the one thing that I wanted so very much to share with him. "Would love to start as soon as we can. You doing anything tonight? I know the weight room is open." "That sounds good. You know that I asked to work with you don't you?" he questioned. "No, I didn't," I answered wondering why he had done that. "Why me?" He continued to dry his crotch which was exciting me to no end. "Well, I heard about your all-conference championship and that you are a stud with the upper body moves," he stated with another one of those gleams in his eye. I was confused wondering if he was talking about on the mat or in bed (and was hoping it was the latter). "Thanks. I love to throw guys around," I said with a smile. He returned a grin of his own as we both laughed. "I'll go check with coach to see if we can get in there tonight. I would only be us, you know," I said. "Oh, yes, I do," he replied. "Think that we can get a head start on the weights and get to know each other." "Great! I would like that. After all, you room next to me and we haven't really gotten to know each other cause of practices and all. Wanna go to dinner before or after the weight room," I asked. "Well, after I think. Might just be dessert for me anyway, tonight," he snickered. My mind was reeling. Was he coming on to me or just being cute? I didn't know, but what I did know is that I REALLY liked this guy, not only personally, but sexually as well. I left Brandon as he got dressed and went to see the coach for the weight-room key. He was quite impressed that we both wanted to get started. And, it can't hurt to butter up a new coach now, can it! "You know, Bob, Brandon was a sophomore champion here last year as a freshman." "Jeez, no I didn't," I replied with surprise. "That's good, maybe the two of us can do that on varsity this year." "Oh, I think that is very possible. That is why, when Brandon asked to work with you, I was happy. The two of you make a good pair. And, he is very anxious to get to know you better. He has talked to me a lot about your season last year and took a lot of interest in your style." This intrigued me. Here is a guy that I had only seen a couple of times on the football field and going to and from his room taking an interest in me? Was it totally JOCK oriented or was it more? Was he interested in more than a few wrestling moves? I know the answer that I would have desired be the case in those questions, but would Brandon? Leaving the coaches office, I went to the locker room to change. I passed Brandon who already had dressed in his workout clothes and was putting on his sneakers. "Hey, Bob. Hold on," he blurted out. He jumped up and came toward me. We walked next to each other talking as we moved toward my locker room. "In here," I said as I moved toward my locker. "It'll only take me a minute and we can get to the weight-room. Got the key right here," as I held up the key that the coach had handed me. "Cool. Mind if I just wait here?" Brandon asked. "Sure, come on in the locker room and we can talk," I answered. As I opened my lock, Brandon sat on the end of the bench and we began to talk about the football season. Neither team, varsity of the frosh/soph had been doing very well. We both hoped that our wrestling season would be more successful. As we talked, I began to undress. I had a pressing problem that would be very evident to Brandon as I continued to take off my clothes. As I took off my pants, I turned toward the locker. Brandon just kept talking, fortunately. When I finished getting my workout clothes on, we made our way to the weight room. I was in the mood for a good work out since my blood was rushing and I was very excited and needed to relax and release some of the energy that was building in me. We both began to warm up by doing some stretching exercises. We sat on the exercise mat across from each other and began to stretch. From where I sat, my view was beautiful. We talked and with every word I knew that I really liked this boy across from me. My former experiences were purely sexual with guys back home. This was more. Oh, I was excited (as was he from what I could see) and wanted to, more than anything else, have Brandon as a very close friend. Yes, I wanted it to be physical, but was afraid that would push him away from even being a friend. We began working out with the weights. Talking and laughing, Being alone made it much more comfortable for both of us. We could say what we want and we could joke around. We both knew the importance of working together. Spotting each other was very important, even though the weights weren't that heavy, something could happen. We had both been doing this long enough to know that. Brandon lay down on the bench to do his presses. I stood above and handed him the 80-pound bar weight. He began to lift as I stood over him looking at the beautiful specimen of a boy beneath me. My eyes moved to the now very large bulge in his pants. I got a smile on my face. He looked so sexy in this position. I wanted to do more than spot him, but thought better of the idea. His ten "reps" were done and now it was my turn. He got up from the bench and his hard cock under his shorts was very obvious. I know I was staring, but had hoped he didn't notice. As we passed by the bench, he smiled at me and said, "My turn to watch....spot, I mean, now!" I lay on the bench and Brandon handed me the weights. I began my lift as he stood over me. I knew I was in the same "state" as he was lying on this bench. An 80-pound bar in my hand with my legs spread over the bench and my hard cock protruding from my shorts. However, I wasn't embarrassed for some reason. I actually hoped that he noticed as I did. As I finished my repetitions and began to bring the bar back to the standards, Brandon stopped the bar before I could put it down. Our eyes met. I was looking deep into those gorgeous blue eyes, as they were looking deep into mine. He smiled, grabbed the bar and put it down. As I started to scoot up, he put his hand on my chest and walked around to the right of the bench. Keeping his hand tight enough on my chest to keep me prone, he leaned down, still looking deeply into my eyes and gave me the sweetest, longest, most sensual kiss I had ever had. My mind rushed. Was this happening or was I dreaming? Was my "Adonis" actually kissing me? Was my breath OK? Should I stop this? Will this continue? Is my dick really that hard? Is his dick really that hard? Does he really like me? Do I have a chance for him? Is he really a queer? Does he really like me? Is this really happening? What should I do? It is amazing how many things can go through your head in a split second. All I really knew was that Brandon was kissing me. My arms rose from my sides as I put them around him. I returned the kiss as passionately as I was receiving his. I began to get up from the bench and this time he let me. We were still in a deep embracing kiss, not stopping, even as we moved so that I could face him. His arms were now moving from holding me down on the bench to embrace me and pull me close as I stood up. Our bodies grew close together. The heat exploded between us as our chests and cocks pressed close together. "Brandon!" I exclaimed. "I have dreamt about holding you since the first day I saw you on the field in August." "What took you so long then?" he said. "Do you really think I asked for you to partner with me because of your skills on the mat?" he quipped in a sarcastic tone. "I don't know, but holding you like this is the most amazing experience I have had in a long time. You have been the only guy in this whole school that has interested me," I whispered. We kissed again, but this time, our hands moved from an embrace to each other's groin. I could feel, for the first time, what I had longed for since I first saw him walking toward me on the football field. He was as hard as I was and we fondled each other as we kissed. "I only wish we could lock the door," he said with a half-hearted laugh. He was breathing so hard --- as was I -- that we weren't really aware of anything around us. At that moment, we both knew we wanted more, but also realized this was not the time nor the place. "Oh, I hear that, Brandon. But both Dave and Tom are studying in the room and we can't go there." "Well, since I have no roommate this week, we could go back to my room," he said with a very LARGE smile on his face. "What?" "Didn't you know that Keith left school?" he asked. "His father was having some problems with his health and he went back home till next semester." I was dumfounded. "That means you have your own room till January?" I questioned with a very obvious excitement in my voice. "Yep, it sure does! Why don't we lock up and get our things and head back there," he said. So, we gathered up our gear and headed toward the locker room. As I turned off the weight-room lights and turned to exit and lock the door, I grabbed Brandon one more time. I put my arms around him and pulled him toward me. Our mouths met, with our tongues exploring the far reaches of each other. I knew, from the moment I saw him that fateful day of our first practice, that if I ever was close to this boy, I could never keep my hands off of him. Now, I was and I was totally correct. All I could do was hold him and roam his entire body with both of my hands. We got into the locker room and headed toward my locker. As this was still football season, our lockers were far apart, but that would change when wrestling started for real. I quickly grabbed my clothes, not wanting to waste time changing here and wait till we got back to the dorm. This time, however, Brandon didn't wait at the end of the aisle. He came and sat right next to me as I gather my clothes. As I turned from the locker to head out of the area, he again, stopped me. He was sitting and I was standing, so you can only imagine the view he had. I was so hard and sticking out that I actually hit him in the face. His looked behind him and then back to me, cupped my balls and cock in my jock with his hands and gave me a kiss through the supporter material. I was in heaven and didn't move. His hands wrapped around my ass and pulled me close. His tongue was very talented as he slid it between the fabric and licked my balls. He then took my cock out of the pocket of the jock and let it free. It slapped him on his cheek and he looked up at me and smiled. He took his tongue and licked up the shaft to the underside of the head of my cock. "Ummmmmmmmm," I heard him mutter. "Just as I figured. Very sweet and very hard," he said laughing. He continued to flick his tongue over the 'spot of ecstasy ' and drove me wild. I was so close to cumming in such a short time because of the excitement he was causing. Just as quickly as he started, Brandon stopped. He got up off the bench and headed toward his locker room. There I was, my cock standing straight out from my shorts, and he was leaving? What a tease he was. I followed him to his locker and planned on returning the favor. He had a bit of a head start on me as I was slowed down not wanting to walk through a locker room with my cock leading the way. By the time I got there, he had all his things and was heading for the exit. I hurried and caught up with him. "Where are you guys going?" we both heard from the office area. There was my football coach reviewing films from the previous game. "Hey coach," I yelled. "Just were in the weight room with Brandon here. Going back to the dorm." "Tell Tom I need to see him," the coach insisted. Just what I wanted to do. Now I had to actually stop by my room. How was I going to explain that I wasn't staying? How was I going to explain that I was going to Brandon's room for the evening? We didn't have the same classes or anything. I'd worry about that when I got there. Our dorm was about a 10-minute walk from the Field House. We were both very quiet for the first few minutes until Brandon began to ask a series of questions. "Are you homosexual?" Brandon started. "Yes, I believe so. I dated girls back home, but only because I had to," I responded. "Have you been with a lot of guys, I mean have sex with a lot of guys?" I knew I had to answer that honestly, but I did hesitate. "Yes, Bran, I have. You?" "No. Never actually," he said. I thought to myself that he was very good at what he did having not had sex with anyone else. "Then why me?" I asked. "I really don't know, Bob," he said pensively. "All I know is that when I saw you laying on the bench earlier, I had to do what I did. I HAD to kiss you. I wanted you to kiss me." "And, I'm so glad you did. As I said, I have wanted to do that for 3 months." As we turned the corner, we could see our dorm. We headed up the steps and then to the second floor where our rooms were. "Do you want to come into the room," Brandon asked. "More than anything. I thought that is what we said in the weight room," I said with a very curious tone to my statement. "Oh, yes, we did and I do want to. Didn't know if you still wanted to, is all." "Very much," I said, "but I have to tell Tom that the coach wants him. Don't know how to explain me leaving right away." "Bob, you go get Tom and in about 5 minutes I'll come to get you and ask you to help me with something or another. Besides, I need to clean my room," he said as he laughed that OH so sexy laugh I loved. "OK!" After I told Tom that the coach wanted him, I put my stuff away. Through all of this, I kept thinking and questioning myself as to what had happened and where it was going. I had never felt the way I did about Brandon with any other guy. And the funniest thing is that we had not yet had sex. And still, I had this feeling. What was it? As I thought about it, I figured it was lust. But the more I realized that if we didn't have sex, I'd still feel this way. I got even more confused. Soon, we would see. Soon Brandon would knock on the door and we would then go to his room and see what would happen. I was excited, but calm. A weird feeling I had. David stared at me with a strange look, shook his head, and returned to reading. Fifteen minutes went by and no Brandon. I couldn't understand what was keeping him. Well, whatever it was, I would be ready when he came for me. A knock on the door - FINALLY! NEXT: My dream comes true! Brandon - Chapter 2 |
MENTORING BRANDON By Bob Chapter 13: A Real Reason to be Thankful That night, Brandon and I cuddled and fell asleep very quickly. We discussed Thanksgiving break and decided that we would spend the first couple of days with our families and then I would drive down to his home and meet his parents and brothers. Then, on the way back to school, we would spend the night at my house where he could meet my mom and dad. We knew that this would just be a time for us to meet each other's family, not a time for us to tell them of our relationship. I knew that my parents would freak and he realized that his family would probably disown him. So, best to just let them know that the new football captains of CBS were good friends and partners in crime at school. Brandon, Tom, Dave and I played a couple of times more that week, but only with our significant other. The night we spent together was fantastic, but we all really wanted that to be a special "activity" and not become a daily ritual. That, we all felt would make it tawdry sex and that is not what we wanted. We all shared something special and wanted to keep it that way for all of us. With football over it was time for wrestling season. Although I loved football, wrestling was really the sport I enjoyed. It gave me the opportunity to know that I could be an integral part of a team, one on one with another athlete. I know that Coach D'Agostino was rough and that he expected a lot from his wrestlers, which was fine with me. I loved rolling around in practice and at meets, sweating and feeling a warm body next to me. Many thought that wrestlers were all "queer" and I guess in my case, and the case of at least Brandon, that was factual. But, it wasn't the reason to wrestle. The Friday before Thanksgiving finally arrived. That evening, school shut down for 10 days and all the students were expected to go home for the holidays. Brandon and I packed our clothes, most of which were dirty so that our mothers could do their special cleaning while we were home, and were about ready to head out to the bus station to catch our respective busses home. As Brandon latched his suitcase, I snuck up behind him. I put my arms around his chest and drew him close to me, kissing his neck, his ears, and finally turning his head so that I could kiss him passionately. He didn't fight me at all, but responded with a deep sign of satisfaction. He could feel what was "rising" between us as I pressed my hips tightly to his behind. As we kissed I could see a little smile that told me that he liked what he felt. I placed my right hand on his left shoulder and turned him toward me. Our tongues were exploring each other's mouth as he turned and we stood embraced chest to chest. I could tell that he, too, was getting hard which of course I didn't mind. As we kissed, I slowly lowered him to the bed, avoiding the suitcase that he had just closed. As I lay on top of Brandon, our bodies were drawn together. My cock and his were grinding slowly together providing each of us with that final spark that was needed. I began to move my hands to his belt, leaning to one side so that I could access it and remove his pants. He held my hand and stopped me and began to stand up. "Wait," he whispered as we now were both on our feet. Brandon took a step back. He put his hands at the side of his T-shirt and slowly began to take it over his head. As he had it completely off, he swung it in the air and flung it toward the other bed. As he did this, his other hand unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and slowly began to pull his zipper down. This was becoming a very erotic scene and I just watched as my love began to remove his clothes. As his zipper lowered completely, I could tell that he was "free-balling" and his cock popped out of his pants. Oh, what a site!!! He now lowered his jeans slowly, taking one foot out at a time and flung his pants toward the bed to rest on top of the T-shirt he had already thrown there. The look in his eyes told me that he wanted the "same show" so I began to mimic all he had done. I, however, had underwear on and that made my striptease a bit longer, but I tried to make it as erotic as he had done for me. My shirt landed on top of his as did my jeans. Now, I had to relieve myself of the jockey's I had on so I slowly put my fingers on each hip under the elastic bands. Down came one side, just slightly, then the other. My hips wiggled from side to side as I pulled the front band over the protruding cock that was ready for anything that Brandon could provide. As I slipped my last foot from the jockey's, Brandon grabbed them from me before I could throw them aside. He took them from me and brought them to his face. He brought them to his nose, smelled the crotch and gave a very large smile. "I want to remember your smell for the next couple of days since we aren't going to be together," he stated. "This will stay with me until we see each other and can be in each other's arms again." As he finished, he lay down on the bed and motioned me over. I went to lay next to him, but he stopped me and asked me to straddle him. I certainly didn't know what he wanted, but I wasn't going to argue with this gorgeous boy of mine. As I threw one leg over him and lowered myself onto his thighs, our cocks met. Both hard and obviously horny, I bent down and we kissed long and deep. Our tongues were furiously exploring each other as our hands were roaming all over each others bodies. Brandon broke the kiss and placed his hands on my chest and pushed me into an upright position. He reached over for the Vaseline that was on the nightstand (oh, we had equipped our room with everything needed since we moved in together). Brandon opened the lid and took a good portion of Vaseline into his hand. He placed some on my cock and some on his. He then put our male members together and began to slowly stroke them. The underside of my head was in tune with the underside of the head of Brandon's cock. As he stroked them slowly, we looked into each other's eyes. The feeling going through my body at that moment was pure pleasure. Feeling our cocks sliding against each other; the pre-cum oozing from us both was indescribable. I reached my hand under his and began to play with his balls. Slowly I had mine there as well and rolling the four of them in my hand. His head fell back as did mine. I could feel myself close to orgasm, but wanted to wait until we could both blow our loads together. In the weeks that we had been together, we had enjoyed many times together, but this one was becoming very special. Not only was it the last time for about 5 days that we could enjoy some physical pleasure, but it was the first time that we had done something different. I could tell that Brandon was almost ready to cum as I was. The strokes became quicker and quicker and our breathing was simultaneously increasing with each second. I had to rest back on my hand so as not to "crush" Brandon under my weight. I could feel our cocks pumping together, the blood pulsating in the veins that were pressed against each other as he stroked our cocks together. The pre-cum was now oozing even more providing more lubrication than the Vaseline. Brandon's hips were rising as mine were thrusting with each stroke of his hand. Brandon closed his eyes, a sure indication that he was about ready to shoot his sweet boy juice. I, too, was ready to combine my cum with his. Suddenly, I could wait no longer and began to spurt all over his face and then chest. At that moment I didn't realize that Brandon was also cumming, as I was lost in the feeling that he was giving to me. He stroked faster and faster, draining my cock along with his all over his body. I couldn't believe the orgasm I was having, but I certainly wasn't going to ask him to stop. Spurt after spurt was hitting Brandon all over his face and then, as they diminished, over his chest. Finally, as we both had unloaded all that we had built up, it was dripping from our cocks onto his pubic hair very slowly. I collapsed on top of Brandon, automatically finding his lips and kissing him. I could taste the cum, not only his, but a new sensation, my own cum as we kissed passionately. Finally, we broke our embrace and I lay next to Brandon, my arm across his chest. We didn't have to say much as we both realized that our love for each other was unconditional and that we were truly ONE with each other. I scooted off the bed, went to the dresser and got a towel. As I returned with Brandon still laying there covered with our juices, I began to wipe him off and clean him up. Oh, I used my tongue as well, but the towel took most of the liquid. "I love you," Brandon said as I finished. "I will always love you Bob, you know that I hope." "Oh, yes, my love, I do know that," I responded. "I never thought when I came to CBS in August that I would be so happy, and I owe you a big thank you for that." I helped Bran up from the bed, we kissed and began to get re-dressed for our journey home. After we were totally ready, we each picked up the suitcases we had packed and made our way to the door. Just before we opened it, we kissed one last time, and then made our way to the bus station. Dave and Tom had left earlier that morning, so we didn't have a chance to see them before they caught their bus. Since we were both going to Illinois, our busses were leaving at about the same time. After checking in and getting our tickets, we sat in the waiting room for the busses to be boarded. As we talked, we heard Brandon's bus called over the speaker. We knew we had to be careful in this public place as dozens of students from CBS were there waiting to go home. Without a word we told each other of our love and Brandon headed toward his bus. As he went through the door, he glanced back quickly and our eyes met. That one look told me everything; how he loved me, wanted to be with me, and would anxiously wait till I drove down to see him the following Tuesday. It was so nice to know that we could communicate in just a glance, but then again, we had gained a lot from each other over the past months and this was just the beginning. As I sat there waiting for my bus to get ready to board, I thought about how I was going to break the news to my parents that I was leaving before Thanksgiving day to visit a friend from school. I knew that they would wonder why, so I was beginning to rehearse some answers for them, none of which would tell the true story. As I was deep in thought, I heard my bus called and made my way to the platform. I boarded and went to the closest seat by a window that was still available. I stowed my suitcase on the upper rack and sat down, looking out of the window to the blank wall that was there in the bus station. It was a typically dreary November day, but I knew that things would be better when I got home. As I was in a trance still thinking about going home, a young man, about 20 I would say, sat in the seat next to me. We looked at each other and smiled a welcome to each other. I have to admit he was cute. He had long black hair to his shoulders, a nice smile and a very good athletic build. He was dressed in a sweater and slacks, but had tennis shoes on, which was odd to me. However, I wasn't much into fashion, so it didn't bother me at all. "Hi," came a voice from beside me. "My name is Jeff. Heading for Chicago?" "Yes, Jeff, I am," I responded. "I'm Bob." "Nice to meet you Bob. Go to CBS?" "Yes, a junior," was my reply. "And, the captain of the football team next year, I hear," he said with a big smile. "Why, yes, how did you know?" "I was at the Homecoming breakfast when it was announced," he said. "My brother is on the team. He and the other sophomore Brandon were brought up to play against OSKIE." "Oh, you're Jerry's brother!" I exclaimed as I thrust my hand toward him to shake hands. We made with some pleasantries for the next couple of hours and talked about everything from football to food. He seemed like a great guy and I could tell he was proud of Jerry for what he did and that he was able to play in his first varsity game against Oskie. Jeff said that he had not been able to go to CBS. He went to High School in Chicago, where they lived and was glad when Jerry got to go away to school. He was in college now and was headed home for the holidays. I was surprised that I didn't know that Jerry was from the Chicago area. Of course, I hadn't talked much to him except during the game and practices. I would have to make sure I got hold of him when we got back to school. Back to school? It just dawned on me that Jerry wasn't on the bus, yet Jeff was going home. "Where is Jerry?" I asked. "Oh, he headed home on Wednesday," Jeff replied. "He had to go home early." "I hope nothing was wrong!" "Oh, no, my sister is getting married and he is going to be in the wedding party and needed to get home before tonight. I had finals so I couldn't leave." "Oh, cool," I said. "Will you be home for the wedding though?" "It's tomorrow, so yea, I will. But since he needed to get to all the festivities and all, it was important that he leave." Jeff and I talked the entire trip. He was a great guy from what I could tell. Just as we were about a half-hour from Chicago, Jeff began to talk more about football. "How's Brandon," he asked. "Fine," I replied with a bit of hesitation. "You two will do great as captains next year," he continued. "I can tell you guys are on the same page on a lot of things. Just the way you were together up at the podium after the announcement you could tell that there was something special between you two." "Why thank you," I replied. It didn't seem like it, but we had talked for 4 1/2 hours as we pulled into the bus station in Chicago. As we got our suitcases down from the upper rack, Jeff said good-bye and wished me and my family a Happy Thanksgiving. "Oh, by the way, Bob," he said as he was walking down the stairway. "Jon told me to say hello to you if I saw you on the bus, so Hello from Jon!" He had a big smile on his face as he disappeared in the crowd. Was I imagining things, or did he know more than he let on about me and Brandon? With that last comment and the devilish smile on Jeff's face, I had the idea that Jon had told him about us. I didn't know how he knew Jon, but I surmised that he either went to school with Jon or that he knew him from meeting him at the Awards breakfast a few weeks earlier. Oh, well, it didn't matter at the time. I couldn't help but find my parents as they were yelling my name and jumping up and down at the far end of the unloading area. My youngest brother, Joe, was running toward me and jumped into my arms as I dropped my suitcases. Michael, my other brother was standing with my parents waving as well. I carried Joe with me along with my suitcases, which wasn't easy. As I kissed my mother, my father and my twin brother Michael put their arms around me and gave me a big hug. Pleasantries were traded as we began to walk toward the exit and make our way to the car. We talked about everything from school to Thanksgiving dinner that was at our home this year. My grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins were all going to be there, something that thrilled me to no end. I was not much for family gatherings, because, as the oldest, I had to watch over all the kids that were there and entertain them for the day. As we drove home I told the family about the Oskie game, my being named captain and my new co-captain, Brandon. I told them that we had hit things off well and were going to be roommates for the second semester. As I talked more and more about Brandon, Michael gave me a very unusual look, so I decided to quell my enthusiasm on the subject. I also asked if I could take the car and go down to see Brandon on Tuesday and bring him back to meet them. My dad asked when he was going back, and I said Thursday, not remembering that it was Thanksgiving Day. He said it would be better if I went down on Monday or have Brandon spend Thanksgiving with our family. I hadn't thought of that and it did intrigue me because at least I would have someone to be with rather than all my bratty cousins. I said I'd call and find out which was best for him, but I had the feeling that Brandon wanted to spend the time with his family. When we got home I went up to my room only to find it had been changed since I left in August. My dad had not only painted it, but had it decorated with CBS logos and pictures. And there was a "Congratulations CAPTAIN" banner over my bed. I turned and everyone was smiling. Here, I thought that I had been the first to tell them, but found out that Coach Bazarak had called both them and Brandon's parents to tell them since they weren't able to make the Alumni breakfast. I thanked them all and made my way into my room and put down my suitcases. On my nightstand was a picture of Tom, Brandon and me that was taken at the breakfast, arms around each other smiling from ear to ear. I was in the middle with Tom on my right with my arm around him. On my left was Brandon, but my arm was not around his shoulder, but resting on his ass. I suddenly remembered what was happening during that photo and smiled. As soon as I unpacked, I threw my clothes down into the laundry room and made a beeline to the phone. I called Brandon to see what arrangements we should make for the next week. His brother, Chad answered the phone. I told him who I was and he called for Brandon. "Hey love," I said when I heard his voice. "Hi, Bob," he responded. "Good trip home?" I realized that he wasn't alone when he was talking like he was. Knowing that, we each made some small talk. But I did bring up the conversation that I had with my parents on the ride home. I asked him if he wanted me to come down on Monday or later in the week to spend Thanksgiving with me. "Hey, you know, this works," Brandon said with excitement in his voice. "Mom told me today that our Thanksgiving was gonna be tomorrow because the rest of the family couldn't make it on Thursday. It would be GREAT to spend the time with you." You can imagine my excitement with what he told me. I was getting physically excited, as my cock began to rise rather quickly. Here I was in my underwear in my room talking to my lover. He just told me he would be able to spend the holiday with me. My reaction I could have told you, but it was becoming very evident, even to my brother Michael who had just entered the room. As I began to talk to Brandon, he too realized that I wasn't alone and that I couldn't talk freely. However, we did say some things with double meanings that we both understood and made us feel closer together. We agreed that I would come down to his house on Monday, spend the night and head home on Tuesday. After Thanksgiving, we would head back to CBS together for the last few weeks before Christmas vacation. "You know, Brandon how I feel, I hope," I said. "Oh, I sure do, Bob, and I am the same way." "I'll be down there early Monday afternoon and I can't wait to meet your family and get back together with you," I continued. "Take care and see you then, Love." As I hung up, I turned and realized that Michael was still in the room. I know that I became very red when it hit me that I called Brandon Love with Michael sitting on my bed listening to the conversation. He had a smile on his face that made me aware that he had heard what I said. "Ok, what gives?" he questioned. "What do you mean?" I responded in a rather terse tone. "LOVE!" he said. "You called your co-captain Love?" "Did I?" I asked with not a lot of conviction in the question. "You're queer, aren't you?" he continued. "Michael, just forget what you heard, ok?" I pleaded. "Bob, I knew this anyway. Do you really like him?" "Knew what, Mikey?" I questioned not knowing what he meant by saying that he knew about my sexuality. He went on to tell me about seeing Justin, our neighbor, and me one night when Justin stayed over. Michael walked in while Justin was sucking my cock and I was jacking him off. Michael said that he stood in the corner and played with his cock and came for the first time watching us. He admitted to me that he also had some experiences with a couple of friends and understood how much fun it could be. "Is he cute at least?" he said with a big laugh. I told him that he was and that he would like Brandon. I told him how much of a stud football player he was and all about his wrestling skills. We talked some and I actually got to know my brother better. It was very rewarding not only to talk more than we had for maybe 3 years, but that he wasn't upset that his big brother was in love with another man. On Sunday, we all sat around watching football, which was very typical with our family during the season. During the Green Bay Packer-Baltimore Colts game I decided to go up to my room and take a nap. I hadn't slept too well the night before and was very very tired. As I lay on my bed, I began to think about leaving to go to Brandon's home the next day. Just thinking about Brandon brought a typical reaction, as my cock began to engorge with blood at the thought of being with him again. I lay there, my hands behind my head as I lay on my back with my cock bulging in my pants. I wanted to get just grab my cock, stroke it slowly as I thought about my love. However, I also wanted to wait till we were together and share what had been building up for the past 3 days. As I just began to dose off, Michael knocked on my door. Before I had the opportunity to answer he walked into the room. As he closed the door he looked over to me and smiled a big grin as his eyes hit my crotch. "Thinking about Brandon I see," he said with a little laugh. I instinctively threw my pillow at him and he ducked. I leaped out of bed, grabbed him and threw him to the mattress. As I did, he grabbed my shoulder and I landed on top of him, his arms spread-eagle over his head and our bodies on top of each other. "You big mouth," I said. "You know you gotta keep that quiet." "Yea, but the site of your dick so hard made me say it," he retorted with even a bigger smile than before. As we lay there I could tell he too was getting hard. My little brother was sure maturing if what I felt was as big as I thought it was. I let go of his hands, jumped up off the bed and started moving toward the desk chair in the corner of the room. "Bob, can we talk?" Mikey asked in a very serious tone of voice. "Sure Mikey, what's on your mind?" "Are you queer?" he asked. "Does it bother you if I am, Mike?" I asked. I suddenly realized that for the first time in our lives, I didn't call him Mikey. "I thought it would, but it doesn't," he answered. As we talked, Mikey told me that when he heard me call Brandon "Love", he was a bit upset. He told me that he knows he didn't seem upset, but that he didn't really know how to take it. He continued to tell me how he had always looked up to me and was always jealous of the way the girls hung around me. He confided in me that he and our neighbor Justin, the one that he caught me playing with a couple years ago, had been playing around since I was gone. He liked it and wondered if there was something wrong with him. He was afraid that he enjoyed it so much. For the first time, my brother was confiding in me and I knew that we were growing closer as brothers. "You're going to like Brandon," I told him. "He is a great guy and he and I are very much ..." I suddenly stopped not knowing what to say to him. I didn't want to say love, but we were in love. I was still a bit apprehensive about coming out to my brother, even though he knew and was aware of everything. Still, it was my younger brother and I didn't want to have him hate me. "LOVE," he said. "If that is true, I'm happy for you, Bob. I don't care if it is a guy or a girl as long as you are happy." Man, I couldn't have asked for more. This entire year had been so unusual and now this, my brother, giving me approval for me to love another man. This had to be the highlight of my life, even more so than finding Brandon. To realize that my brother wasn't upset, mad, or most importantly, going to disown me, made me realize I had at least one supporter in the family. I wasn't sure that would be the case with the rest of the family, but I also hoped we didn't have to come to that point for a long time to come. "So, you want to get off together?" Mikey asked. I was taken aback with that. Man was I. "What?" I stammered. Mikey laughed, but reiterated what he said. "You want to get off together?" "Mikey, I don't think that would be a good idea, do you really?" "Justin and his brother jack-off together, you know," he said with a very stern voice. "No, I didn't know that, Mike. But that doesn't mean we have to." "You think that is wrong?" he asked. I didn't know how to answer that, to be honest. In one way, I didn't think it would be right for my brother and I to masturbate together. On the other hand, it was a little bit of a turn on to me. "No, not wrong, but I don't know if it would be right," I told him. Talk about double-talk, I guess. "Ok," Michael said. "Just know that it's cool with me if you need to jack-off tonight. And, Bob, you don't have to check anymore if I'm asleep," he continued with a very large smile. I knew what he meant. Since we shared a room, I always waited to make sure that Mikey was asleep before I began to jack-off. I had done that for many years, but I guess now I didn't have to. "I have a question, Mikey. Have you beat-off while I was asleep?" He told me, that he had to wait till I waited to see if he were asleep, to go to sleep so he could get off for many years now. (I know that is quite a run on sentence, but you get the gist of the meaning) We both laughed and giggled at that and I assured him that if I did want to get off, I would feel free to just do it. I also made him promise that he would feel as free as I to do the same. Just then, my father came up to tell us that the Packers just tied the score and was going into overtime. We both headed down to finish watching the game having gotten to know each other much better than we ever had. As I lay awake trying to get to sleep, I reviewed in my mind the conversation that Mikey and I had had earlier in the day. I was excited to know that in the morning I would be leaving to pick up the love of my life. I also was happy to know that my brother and I shared not only a secret, but shared a better understanding of each other. I was very thankful this Thanksgiving for so much. NEXT: Becoming Part of My Lover’s Family – Chapter 14 |
One. Packing for a wilderness camping trip can be a pain. The balance between weight and utility is different for every trip. In this particular instance, eight of us were going into the mountains in early summer. I wanted to trim the weight I was carrying enough to take along my guitar. We were split into four pairs. Each pair would share the burden on certain items. For example. If I took my guitar, my partner might carry most of our food. I was draconian in cutting unneeded weight, I really wanted to take my guitar. I'm James Thompson, Jim to my friends, and Jimmy to my girlfriend. I'm one of those average fellows who never stand out. Five foot ten, 165 pounds, dark hair, hazel eyes. Main interests: girls, guitar, girls, wilderness camping, and GIRLS. My current girlfriend, and partner for this trip, was Cathy Foss. Cathy was a petite Blond. Five foot one, 120 pounds, green eyes, and a very nice figure. I thought she was pretty. I weighed my gear and gave Cathy a call. She was a couple of pounds over her preferred limit and I was a little under. After a little discussion we agreed on what things of hers I would carry. The rest of the group was two other pairs of high school kids and one pair of collage students to act as advisers and chaperons. We were on the road in the early predawn darkness riding in Ben's huge van. Ben Johnson was one of our advisers, tall and muscular, he was one of those guys that seemed to draw pretty girls out of the woodwork. His partner was a new girl that I didn't recognize and he didn't introduce. She was a tiny dark haired girl that looked like cheerleader. She wasn't dressed for camping. She clung to Ben like a leach, and ignored the rest of us. Our group were members of our high school Outdoor Adventure Club. Besides myself and Cathy, there was Donald, don to friends, Georgen, an athlete without the usual 'jock' arrogance. Gloria Romero, a buxom dark haired girl with a hint of Spanish ancestry. Piotr, Peter or Pete to friends, Sokolov looked like that cartoon character with the big dog, he had a keen interest in botany, focused on things that could be smoked. Robin Randal was a slender brunette who managed to look sexy no matter how she dressed. We spent the trip talking in the back of the van about school, new camping equipment, and popular music. We reached the trail head, in the parking lot of a tourist lodge by about nine. We were busy getting our gear together and double checking everything when Ben called me away from the group. “You've been on this trail before, right?” he asked “Three or four times.” I replied, “It's one of my favorite hikes.” “Good.” he said, “I want you to lead the group, something has come up.” He nodded toward the unfamiliar girl, who was waiting for Ben impatiently. “But you're supposed to . . .” I started to say. “Just behave yourselves.” He cut me off, “I'll be here when you come back down.” He turned and joined the girl. They walked toward the lodge, arm in arm. This was a potential problem. By the club rules, we weren't supposed to camp out without at least one adult along. Ben was supposed to be that adult for this outing. But I wasn't about to miss out on this trip. I joined the other kids. “Looks like we're on our own, guys.” I said, nodding at the retreating figures of Ben and his girl, “Our trusty chaperon is off to get laid.” Their voices rose in a babble of disappointed complaints until I cut them off. “Look, I've been up this trail a few times.” I said, “I know the way and we're not a bunch of camping noobs. If you don't want to go up, stay here in that campground.” The lodge maintained a small commercial campground for people who wanted to camp out with bathrooms showers and convenience stores close by. It was only a dollar or two per night. Everybody had been looking forward to this trip as much as I. They agreed to accept my lead. We shouldered our gear and headed up the trail. It was a great day for a hike, clear sunny skies and a mild cool breeze to keep us comfortable. Three hours and ten miles up the trail we stopped for lunch and a rest next to a tumbling stream This was approximately halfway to our planned camping area. About an hour later I got them back on their feet and we continued up the trail. The upper part of the trail was a little steeper and slower, but we were at our planned campsite next to a crystal clear alpine lake by four thirty. Unsurprisingly, we had the area to ourselves. We dropped our gear and set to the chores necessary to set up our camp, gathering deadwood, setting up tents, repairing the fire pit, and other minor matters. Dinner was a fairly tasty freeze-dried stew. After cleaning up we lounged around the fire. I was noodling around with my guitar, to tired to play an actual song. Sometime after full dark we drifted away from the fire to our tents. Cathy and I were the last to go, when the fire had burned down to a few coals. I banked the fire, burying the coals in ashes, then we went to our tent. We had the only two man tent, everybody else had tiny one man backpacking tents. None of the them were in a relationship with each other. The pairing was a matter of convenience, mostly for keeping loads fairly even. Cathy and I had planned our gear carefully. The larger tent without it's carry sack weighed a little less than two of the tents the other's used. Our sleeping bags were a pair of summer weight flat bags that could be zipped together and weighed no more, individually, than the mummy bags that most people used. Zipped together they made a large comfortable bed big enough for Cathy and I to cuddle. For the benefit of anyone watching, we took turns changing into sweats, normal sleepwear for campers. But once in the tent and in the double bag, the sweats came off and we had a chance to enjoy ourselves as long as we were quiet. Tonight we were tired from the hike. We made out for a while and drifted off to sleep. In the morning I put my sweats back on and crawled out to get the fire going and get water heating for instant coffee or cocoa. I had a habit of waking early when camping and felt it only reasonable that I take on this chore. Cathy crawled out to join me dressed in hiking shorts and tee shirt with her sweatshirt against the morning chill. The others soon joined us. Breakfast was powdered eggs with something that, after soaking, made a fair substitute for crumbled bacon. Normally, our adult would suggest activities, but he wasn't here. Even when I camp alone, I like to stir around. Even in places I'd been before, there was always something new to find. There were edible pants in the area that could be used to stretch our supplies. In pairs, we held a wilderness scavenger hunt, searching the area until noon to see who could bring in the most stuff and most varied finds. Don and Gloria won that contest, returning with edible mushrooms, burdock pods, wild onions and some other stuff. Pete and Robin came back with a small pile of tiny wrinkled mushrooms and a collection of leaves that he claimed were natural medicines. Cathy and I had spent most of that time making out on a bed of pine needles but did bring in pine cones that would yield pine nuts when carefully heated over the fire After lunch we went swimming for a short time. The lake was fed by snow melt and was icy cold. Without our chaperons, we were off the leash and in a bit of a manic mood. Several times the idea of having an orgy came up and was shot down. Pete crushed and boiled some of his leaves into a greenish tea that he drank while eating one of his mushrooms. He reported that the combination had a mild effect, making colors appear brighter and everything to be a little more in focus. Since the mixture hadn't made him sick or poisoned him, we all tried it. I was last in line ending up with a mushroom larger than the rest and the dregs of the tea full of pulped leafy bits. After a few minutes I noticed the brighter colors That Pete had mentioned. Rocks and leaves and sticks became amazingly detailed. The last thing I remembered was a largish pill resting on my open palm. The next thing I knew was laying on my sleeping bag and hearing quiet voices. Cathy was sitting beside me, looking worried. We crawled out of the tent and I was immediately the center of attention. “Hey dude.” said Pete, “How do you feel?” “Fine, except my mouth tastes like a swamp.” I said, wondering why everyone else looked worried too. “You, like, went to sleep.” said Pete, “We couldn't wake you up.” “We were wondering how big of a fire we needed to get the rangers attention so we could get you airlifted out,” explained Cathy, “You had us really worried. I dipped some coffee out of the kettle by the fire and rinsed my mouth. The brighter colors were gone. I looked around, realizing that the sun was about to set. “How long was I out?” I asked. “At least six hours.” said Don, “That's from when we found you passed out.” “I feel fine, now.” I said. I saw about a serving worth of stew in a pot by the fire. They had saved it for me. I ate it out of the pot rather than dirty a bowl. As the sky shaded into a deep purple, Cathy brought me my guitar. I played for them, mostly folk songs, and they sang along when they knew the words. I was thinking I needed to tune the instrument when I realized I was playing little embellishments that I had thought of but never actually played before. “Dude.” said Pete, “ you got better.” Gloria wondered aloud if I knew Classical Gas. I'd heard the piece, but never studied or played it. My fingers move on their own and before I knew what was happening, I heard the memorable opening notes coming from my guitar. I stopped and took a moment to tune the guitar then tried again. The music poured from my guitar into the still night air. They all started making requests. Some I had to decline, but any piece I'd heard I could play. It was late and getting a little chilly and I was tired, even though I had slept a good potion of the day. Cathy led me to our tent. Making no effort to disguise the evidence of us sleeping together. She pealed me out of my clothes and got me into the bag, then stripped and slid in with me. I put my arms around her and held her, enjoying her warmth against me. I ran a hand down her side. She jumped and giggled. After a few more caresses, she moaned softly and pulled me closer. Somehow, I was hitting all her spots just right. She let go of me and burrowed down into the bag, taking me in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip for a while then worked her way down the shaft. I could feel her gag slightly before she pulled her head back. I reached down to gently guide her as she sucked me and was pleased when I felt her take me deeper into her mouth. She sucked me with into her throat, bumping my balls with her chin. I could feel the muscles in throat squeezing and milking me. It didn't take her long to get me off. With the first jet of cum she sucked me into her throat and hold me there while unloaded down her throat. She pulled back slowly, licking my prick and swallowing along the way. “Was that good?” she whispered, “I've never managed deep throat before.” “It was fucking great.” I whispered back. I pushed her away just enough to get my hands on her breasts, squeezing gently and fingering her nipples. She moaned quietly, deep in her throat. My hands roamed over her body, tracing lightly the edges of her ears and the line of her jaw. With each touch she would gasp or moan or groan. Her hips thrust against my groin, demanding. I moved between her legs and pushed into her in one slow continuous motion. Her back arched as she hissed through clenched teeth. A few more strokes brought her to climax, muffling her voice with the small pillow that she used when camping. When her orgasm subsided and she could breathe, I began to pump into into her eager slit. Her hips rose to meet each stroke. She locked her mouth on mine, muffling her cries as she grunted, groaned and squealed softly through orgasm after orgasm. I reached my own climax, finally, flooding her with cum as she went limp under me. She spent some time recovering “Wow.” she whispered, “That was amazing, I thought I was going to pass out.” “You are most welcome.” I said quietly, “ I gotta pee.” I covered her, pulled on my sweats and crawled out to use our designated boy's latrine then went to see if there was still hot water for coffee. The coals still glowed through the ashes and the kettle still held hot water. I added wood to the fire and settled against a log, thinking. From the darkness I could hear the others,apparently taking advantage of our missing chaperon and and the privacy of the outdoors to make love with a partner of convenience. I wasn't surprised, the quiet and fresh air always made me a little horny, even when alone. Some thing, in some way, had changed, I had never been able to arouse Cathy so easily before, she had never cum for me like that either. I thought back, and was surprised by my own performance. I'm not ashamed to admit that I don't have the staying power of a porn star, but tonight I was able to continue far beyond my usual limits. Then there was the thing with the guitar. It had to something about the plants and mushrooms Pete had gathered, but everyone had eaten and drunk his brew. I was the only one who passed out. I remembered something about a pill, but there was no context in that memory, no way to tell if the memory was from this morning or last year. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew Cathy had dressed and was coming to join me. She sat next to me leaning on my shoulder. “It wont alert the rangers, but I think we started our own fire of sorts.” she said, quietly. I grinned at her and nodded, sipped coffee. “What were you doing to me?” Cathy asked, “Every time you touched me, I got more turned on.” “I really don't know.” I said quietly, “It just seemed like the thing to do at the time. Just like if I touch you here,” I touched two spots on her throat, lightly, “you'll cum again.” She gasped and jumped, then settled into place breathing rapidly. “Stop that!” she hissed, placing her hand on her throat. “That's the last of it for now.” I said absently, “It was a very right there, just then, kind of thing.” “Huh?” she said, “Can you explain that?” “What?” I said turning my attention to her, “Oh, the touch thing. A few minutes sooner or a few minutes later, I would have had to touch you someplace else. After about an hour it wouldn't have worked at all.” I stood up, topped up my cup and took the kettle down to the lake to refill. I replaced the kettle on the stones close to the fire and added another piece of wood. Our friends came drifting in to the fire from the darkness. They all looked a little embarrassed. I remembered that they we just friends, partners of convenience. “We heard you guys,” Don began and trailed off. “It was like we were in heat.” continued Robin. “A few more minutes.” said Pete, testing the kettle with a fingertip. We sat in silence, each in our own thoughts. After a while the water was hot and they fixed their coffee. Cathy had cocoa, she was the only one who didn't drink coffee in the evening. Half an hour went by, cups were emptied and set aside. “I think we shouldn't tell anyone about this trip.” said Gloria. “The school would probably disband the club if we did.” said Donald. “So Ben, the horn dog, gets a pass on leaving us on our own.” Said Pete. “We still have two days before our ride home.” said Robin. “I predict that this will be a trip to remember.” said Cathy. There was a murmur of quiet agreement. We rinsed our cups, banked the fire and wandered back to our tents. |
So after Kyle started back to school, I had more time on my hands. So, I was busy fixing people's cars in the driveway for some cash to help pay rent and of course, score some more tweak. It was something I could do that I knew well and I could be amp'ed yet still know what the hell I was doing. The old lady was glad I was getting more business, but little did she know that all summer I wasn't doing as much work because I had my hands full training young Kyle to be my little slut whore. By now he was a full tweak like me and my old lady, so I'd give him a good hit before he went to school where he was just starting 10th grade. He handled himself well and was able to function only having one hit in the morning, but it still kept him horny and thinking about my cock. About a month after he started back to school, he started bringing this friend of his over, named Steve, who was a skinny boy with pale skin, black hair, a few pimples on his face here and there and blue eyes. He wore heavy metal t-shirts every time I saw him and honestly, I thought he was really hot. Then one day, Kyle came to me out of his room, where Steve was sitting and told me he wanted to get Steve high. He said that Steve had done it before and now that he knew Kyle was doing it, he wanted to do it too. So I figured, what the fuck? Still a couple hours before the old lady got home from work. So, Kyle had Steve come into the living room and I handed him the pipe, but Steve waved a hand at me and said he only liked to do lines. I had to laugh at his openness about it, so I got my sack out and put some onto the table, crushed it and chopped it up int o a fat line. Steve rolled up a dollar bill from his wallet and real fast snorted up the whole thing, then thrusting his head back. "Oh shit, this is strong!" Steve said and I nodded and laughed. Then Kyle looked and Steve and said "Go on....remember what I said" and Steve looked at me, then at Kyle and I was wondering what the fuck was going on? But I found out soon when Steve walked over to me, dropped to his knees and opened the fly of my jeans. I was shocked but at the same time figured, who was I to stop him? Steve pulled out my cock and took it into his mouth. It felt real good and I could tell this wasn't his first time sucking cock. I pushed down on his head and started working my hips forward and backward, pumping my hardening prick into the boy's hot, wet mouth. "I told Steve you'd want him to suck your cock so he could get high." Kyle told me. I laughed and said "Well shit, he didn't have to, but it looks like he wants to anyway." And Steve continued to work my cock with his mouth, stopping ever so often to hold my dick up and lick on my hairy nut sack. Fuck it felt good. "Lick his ass Steve" Kyle said and I looked over at him and he was stroking h is cock looking at Steve work me over. So, I turned around and leaned against the nearby table and Steve pulled my hairy ass cheeks apart and started to French kiss my asshole. FUCK it felt so fucking good! I could feel my hole relaxing and tightening as Steve worked his young tongue around my anus. "Oh Fuck Yeah". I kept saying, pushing my ass into the boy's face. Then Steve pulled his face away and said "Fuck me in the ass." I was even more shocked now at his directness and asked him "Where'd you learn to be so fuckin' nasty at your age, boy?" Steve grinned and said "My uncle Dave." Well that sent me into erection overdrive, that was so damn hot hearing that. Steve then pulled down his sweatpants and boxers and waited for me to stick my dick between his pale, white ass cheeks. Kyle was yanking on his dick and said "I'm next". So,I got down behind young Steve and spit on my cock, working the saliva around it and then I held onto the boys sides as I pushed my hard prick up the boy's hot ass. I started pumping into him and Kyle got in front of him and pushed his cock into Steve's mouth. Fuck yeah, it was so hot seeing Steve getting face fucked by my whore boy at the same time I was fucking him up the ass. Before I knew it, I thrust into Steve hard and started bucking as I pumped my tweeked wad of jizz into his hot little asshole. Kyle then pulled his dick out of Steve's mouth with a "pop" and walked around in back of Steve. As I pulled out and stood up, Kyle got down and stuck his cock into Steve's jizz filled asshole and started fucking the hell out of him, until he let out a moan real loud and emptied his young nuts into his young buddie's ass. What was hotter, was that after Kyle pulled out, he got down and started licking and sucking both our jizz from Steve's gaping hole. Steve was moaning and stroking himself as Kyle at out the cum from his ass. Steve then threw me for a loop when he continued to say to me "piss down my throat". "Fuck, you sure?" I asked him and he panted and nodded his head, sweating like crazy from being all tweaked out. So, I stood in front of Steve and he opened his mouth and I shot my hot stream of piss into his mouth, which he started to gulp down. I inched forward and worked my cock into his open mouth and he started sucking the rest of my piss down. "Ooooooh Fuuuuuck" I said as my head went back and my eyes started to cross. It felt so hot and nasty and I'd never done that before. After we were done, Steve went home and not long after the old lady came home and I started making her something to eat as Kyle was in his room doing whatever he was doing. The old lady asked how my day was and I replied "Great baby....couldn't have been better." Yeah, that was a reeeeal good day. And there's more, but I'll save that for later. Later! |
I was twenty-five years old when I married Gail twenty-four. I had met her mother, Janet my future mother-in-law a number of times before the wedding. Gail told me she was forty-seven, almost twice my age, and long divorced. Always friendly to me and always a juicy kiss when we met. After we married I moved into Janet’s large house while we saved to buy a house. Most nights we would join Janet (call me Janet, not Mom) for dinner which she had cooked. Always plenty of wine, and lots of scintillating conversation covering a wide range of subjects. Gail’s mother was incredibly attractive and I found it hard to understand why she didn’t have a man in her life. The first time I met Gail I was immediately drawn to her hips and big ass in skin tight slacks. She told me she worked as a medical professional. I quickly learn she was super confident in everything she did or took on. We became lovers after a few dates and after a few minutes of missionary sex, she turned me on my back and took total control. I can still recall having her wonderful, big ass cheeks in my hands as she dominated. Sex with her on top became the norm, she was incredibly good at it, and grasping her big, firm ass as she fucked me was an extra buzz while watching in a ceiling mirror. Our lives changed when Gail received a promotion and was often away on business. One day I was aware of Janet watching me shower, not a word spoken though, as I enjoyed soaping and flaunting my naked body and large, thick cock for her. By the time I emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around my naked body she was gone. When I entered my bedroom, there was Janet sitting on a chair in front of a wall length mirror, her wonderful legs crossed and her short skirt riding high. “Gail told me you were well hung. You are a big boy, a very big boy, that must be at least eight-inches and thick. I have never had a man that big. Do you like having your balls teased with my other hand?,” she asked as she bought me to a tremendous orgasm. That was the commencement of our clandestine affair. In the following months Gail was often away and her mother and I made the most of our ever increasing range of sexual activities. “Gail told me she often gives you a blow job. She told me you like standing with your back to a wall, watching in a mirror, while she sucks your cock and rakes her nails over your ass cheeks. She told me you like timing yourself to see how long you can last. Before you cum on her tits, just like this.” “Gail showed me the way you shave her pubes. A beautifully trimmed triangle, so erotic. She gets a real buzz from you shaving her. Will you do the same for me? Now? No man has ever done that for me, I like it. Do you fuck her after you shave her?” “I have wanted to fuck you since the first time Gail bought you home. Would you like me to fuck you the way she fucks you, on top of you so you can hold my big ass and watch in the ceiling mirror?” “Tell me again how you are going to seduce your mother-in-law,” she teased as soon as we arrived home from a flirtatious, lead up, dinner when we made it obvious to other diners, despite our age differences, we intended fucking afterwards, when people there assumed I was her son, not her lover, until our body language showed them otherwise. “I am going to kneel behind you, lift your dress above your waist, then lick and kiss your magnificent cougar ass cheeks, your ass was made for that garter belt I asked you to wear for me without knickers. “Then I am going to turn you around and kiss and lick your clit, with your big ass in my hands. I am going to fuck you like it is the last fuck I will ever have,” I whispered as she watched me clip my cock ring under my balls while tongue kissing me. “Is that a promise? Now come to mommy and fuck me in my bed. All night long.” “Gail tells me her sex life since she returned after her last few trips has never been better. She told me it gets better and quirkier after every trip.” Janet told me with a sarcastic smirk over dinner as Gail smiled at me with no hint of embarrassment. Mother and daughter always were very comfortable discussing Gail’s sex life over dinner. A few days later we were suntanning by the pool with Janet.“That is an absolute buzz for me, watching my husband oiling my mother’s almost naked body. Do you like it Mom? Would you like him to oil all of your ass Mom?,” Gail asked before she slid her mother’s bikini bottoms below her ass cheeks. “And you are a very naughty boy, Mom has given you an erection. I hoped she would. You know Mom and I are very close, we share lots of things including our clothes. Would you like to watch me give him a hand job Mom?” An electric moment, my wife giving me a wonderful hand job, lots of oil, while her mother, my secret lover, watched on with a strange, agitated, look on her face. “Lick and suck his nipples Mom, he likes that. Look at how hard his cock is now Mom,” Gail whispered while tongue kissing me and stroking my erection.” A few days later Gail was rather coy when she approached me. “This is our secret, don’t you dare tell anyone. Mom asked if she can watch you and I fucking. I told Mom that I would have no objections. How about you, would you be comfortable with Mom watching us fucking?” “I would be very comfortable with your mother watching us fucking. It would be even more exciting if she was naked and teased me while she watched.” “Okay, fine with me, I will check with her. What makes you think she is a sexual exhibitionist? Do you know something I don’t?,” she smiled, almost knowingly. I was so pleased when Gail told me later that day, “Mom says she would love to be naked and tease while she watches us fucking. Two-thirty Saturday in her bedroom.” Gail excelled herself as she mounted me and slowly slid her cunt lips onto my erection. I could hear Janet whispering, “Right up to his balls, all the way. Do it for mommy.” Amazing chemistry and eye contact between mother and daughter as they sucked each other’s middle finger as she expertly demonstrated her sexual prowess to her mother. Wonderful eye candy for me, ogling my clandestine lover’s voluptuous, naked body with her daughter’s wonderful ass cheeks in my hands as she fucked me from above. Gail was in her element as she used my rock hard erection to bring herself to orgasm while her mother urged her on. Then again, again, and again as she moaned, “So good, so good, Mom,” as her mother tongue kissed her. Gail could sense I was close to orgasm and would not hold out much longer when she asked, “Swallow or hand?” “Swallow,” I moaned as Janet watched her daughter edging my erection and sucked my nipples. “Harder, harder,” I moaned as I hit the back of Gail’s throat, watching her mother for her reaction. “That was awesome Gail, I knew it would be.” “Mom asked me if I would like to watch her fuck you. Very tempting, for me, extremely tempting in fact,” Gail told me the next day. “While we think about it, would you like her to watch us fucking again?” “Of course,” I replied, already anticipating. A few weeks later Gail had the Friday off before she was due to go away again the next Monday on one of her business trips. The three of us were sunbathing by the pool, both of the women, mother and daughter were topless laying face down with all over tans, both wearing skimpy bikini bottoms which left most of their magnificent ass cheeks exposed. “Before I leave Mom wants to watch us fucking again. This time she wants to be even more pro active. And she wants to watch us have a lot more foreplay than last time. She wants you to tell her what you would like her to wear for us to make it even ore exciting for her.“ “Exactly the same as what I want you to wear. Heels, black stockings and a garter belt, under a black cocktail dress, the classical seduction look. You know that is my favourite.” “I would love to do that for you and my daughter, you know by now your turn on is my turn on. Would three this afternoon in my bedroom be satisfactory for both of you? “Now, oil my back for me while I fantasise about watching you fucking my daughter again. What I should really be fantasising about is my daughter fucking you. An absolute buzz for me the way she laid you on your back, then had her way with you. I lost count of her orgasms. My girl is a stellar performer. “Now my ass, oil my big ass for me, you as well Gail, take it in turns, I want to feel if I can tell which one of you has their oily hands on my ass,” she told us as she lifted her body so her daughter could slide her skimpy bikini bottom down to expose all of her magnificent, firm ass cheeks. “I can feel four lots of oily hands on my ass, that is so good, now change sides. Now just you Gail. You have the same ass as me but mine is bigger. Now just my son in law. Do you like oiling mommy’s big ass while my daughter watches,” she teased as she clenched her ass cheeks. “Yes, I do very much while your daughter is kissing me with the tip of her tongue.” “This is very naughty, though incredibly exciting,” Gail told me at three as we walked to her mother’s bedroom. Wonderful sexual tension when we entered her bedroom holding hands. Gail had made a point of flaunting her naked body for me as I watched her dress exactly as I had requested. Sexy black garter belt first on her naked body, then black stockings. “Is Mom’s ass bigger than mine?,” she teased as I helped her clip the stockings to her garter belt. “Now help me on with my heels and black cocktail dress. “Mom wants you to wear these for her, so do I, you kinky boy,” Gail smiled as she handed me a pair of jeans and a pair of black, crotchless panty hose she had asked me to wear for her previously. “I told her you like the feel of them on your naked body. And your erection poking out of them at forty-five degrees is awesome.” “You and my daughter Gail are a very exciting couple,” Janet whispered as she kissed me passionately while Gail held my hand after we entered. “I am wearing just what you wanted me to wear for you. And you and your man are a very exciting couple,” Janet whispered as she and her daughter kissed passionately with the tips of their tongues. “You wanted to watch some foreplay Mom, happy to oblige,” Gail told her as she stood with her hands on the wall for support, then parted her legs after I lifted her dress over her waist, before she looked over her shoulder at her mother, my mother in law. “Your magnificent, big ass looks sensational wrapped in that garter belt, it was made for it,” I told her truthfully, with a tremor in my voice as I licked and kissed her ass cheeks. “This is very exciting for me Gail, I have always wanted to watch a man worship my daughter’s big ass,” her mother whispered as they kissed with the tips of their tongues. “Put your hands on the wall Mom, just like me,” Gail told her as they continued tongue kissing. “You asked for some more foreplay this time, enjoy it.” Gail had no idea I had kissed and licked her mother’s wonderful big ass only weeks ago as I prepared to do it again, this time with her daughter watching. “I am going to kneel behind you Janet, lift your dress above your waist, then lick and kiss your magnificent cougar ass cheeks, your ass was made for a garter belt,” I told her as she clenched her ass cheeks for me while Gail watched. “Don’t hold back because of me Mom,” her daughter whispered as she watched me licking her mother’s trimmed cunt lips. “I won’t Gail,” Janet replied as she was moaning, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt. Gunna cum mum. gunna cum, watch me.” “That was awesome, just awesome, though very naughty. And a huge turn on,” Gail told me as I removed her dress before she stood with her back to the wall, legs spread. “Don’t hold back because of me Gail,” her mother whispered as she watched me licking her daughter’s trimmed cunt lips. I won’t Mom,” Gail replied as she was moaning, fuck my cunt, ‘fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt’. “Gunna cum Mom. gunna cum, watch me Mom.” “You wanted my kinky boy to wear these for you Mom. Are you impressed?,” Gail teased as she dragged my jeans to my ankles, to expose my rock hard erection poking out of the tight hole in the panty hose at forty-five degrees. “Yes, I love that look. I have wanted to look at your husband wearing those since the day you first told me about him wearing them,” she whispered as she teased the tip of my erection with her lips, “Now fuck him for me Gail, on his back, take total control while I watch and enjoy.” Sex with Gail on top had almost became the norm, before and after we married, she was incredibly good at dominating, and it continued to get even better for both of us as we developed subtle nuances while grasping her big, firm ass as she fucked me. That day a huge extra buzz with her mother watching on and enjoying. “So good Mom, so good, gunna cum again,” Gail whispered as she and Janet lightly tongue kissed while Gail did wonderful things to my erection with her cunt muscles. As I tried to hold back my orgasm, I was hoping Janet would tongue kiss me while her daughter was fucking me to heighten my sexual pleasure. “I do like watching you and my daughter fucking,” Janet whispered, the sensation of her tongue on mine had me so close to orgasm as I realised from experience Gail was also close to a huge orgasm. Later as the three of us showered together, with our hands all over each other’s bodies, Gail told me with a wicked smile, “Don’t forget Mom has asked me if I would like to watch her fuck you. Would you like to fuck her? Very tempting, for me, extremely tempting in fact. Can we do it this Sunday afternoon Mom?” “Would you like to fuck your mother in law while her daughter watches? Yes? My bedroom, three on Sunday dress to impress, all of us. I am so looking forward to it. So is my daughter, we have both been wanting this for weeks.” “Mom wants me to help her prepare for you,” Gail told me just before three on the Sunday. I will send you a text when we are ready for you. Just after three, the text read, Mom READY TO FK U. Janet had told us to dress to dress to impress and I naturally wondered what she would be wearing for me. In the subdued light of the bedroom Gail’s mother was laying face down on her bed, resting on her elbows with a wicked smile, naked apart from her black stiletto heels and a skimpy, black g-string. Her daughter Gail, my wife was similarly attired as she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. “Mom wants to make love to you, not just a fuck. Will you be comfortable with me watching? Or would you like me join in and participate, you know we are very close?” Her mother answered the question for both of us when she whispered, “No man has ever licked and kissed my big ass like you did, I loved it with my daughter watching, I want it again,” as she lifted her hips so her daughter could slide a pillow under her hips. “He also does that to my big ass Mom, always wonderful foreplay,” Gail told her as she laid alongside her mother while they softly kissed with the tips of their tongues. “Do you like him teasing the insides of your thighs with his fingertips Mom? It is a huge turn on when he does it to me. “Is that what you wanted Mom?,” Gail asked as she helped her mother turn over and helped her rest her ass on the pillow as I wrapped my arms around her legs. “Do you like him licking your clit Mom? Now your cunt lips Mom? He was the first man to bring me to orgasm with his tongue Mom.” “Don’t hold back because of me Mom,” her daughter whispered as she watched me licking her mother’s trimmed cunt lips. I won’t Gail,” Janet replied as she was moaning, “fuck my cunt, ‘fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt.” “I intend to Janet, very soon,” I managed to whisper as she moaned, “Gunna cum mum. gunna cum, watch me.” I did watch, so did Gail, awesome. “That is very naughty, but so exciting my son-in-law fucking me, while my daughter watches, even more exciting, I have never fucked an erection as big as his,” Janet told us with her legs over my shoulders, her ass elevated on the pillow, as we made love / fucked missionary style. “Don’t hold back because of me Mom,” her daughter moaned as she watched me fucking her mother’s trimmed cunt lips. I won’t Gail,” Janet replied as she was moaning, fuck my cunt, “fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt.” “Put your finger into me, find my g-spot and I will squirt for you. Do you squirt for him Gail? No? Watch and learn.” “That was amazing Mom, squirting while he masturbated. I don’t know if I am jealous or just sexually and erotically aroused Mom,” Gail told us, as we wound down after we showered together. I am wondering if my mother and my husband will be fucking each other behind my back while I am away working. Surely not Mom?” “Before I leave for my two week work assignment I need you to fuck me. I can’t possibly be away for two weeks knowing the last fuck my husband had was with my mother,” Gail told me later that night over dinner with her mother. “Can you get it up for me again? You look unsure. Perhaps Mom could assist?” The next day after Gail’s early morning flight, Janet, my mother in law, told me with a big smile, “My daughter and you were a pair of sex machines last night, fucking as though there was no more fucking for two weeks. Can you hold out for two weeks? Remember, you were the first to tempt me when you left the shower door open. Or would you prefer to shower with me? Perhaps we could shop for some new lingerie this afternoon?” |
His two hands gripped her hips, his thumbs almost touched near her spine, the tips of his middle fingers brushed each other, halfway between her pubis and her belly button. Veins and muscle fibers telegraphed through the skin on his forearms, bearing her weight and pulling her down toward his hips. Legs kicked frantically at his thick tree like thighs. He hardly noticed, such was his focus on his task. Her hands pushed on his knees, trying to fight his pull, yet unwittingly helping him keep her body in proper alignment. Thick purple bulbous head pressed, whitening at the point of contact. Her tight ring was both a gateway and obstacle to his intended invasion. His lips curled in a snarl, biceps bulged and pectoral muscles strained. He leaned backwards to push his hips forward. His shaft bent from the mounting pressure, bending like a tightly strung bow. The thick pink ring began to give way. High pitched screams echoed off the walls of an enclosed room. Entry was slow, the flared head stretching the pink ring slowly and unyieldingly, like the incoming tide. Screams similar to those of sea gulls fell on deaf ears. Grunts passed through his gnashed teeth. Her teeth also gnashed, her head thrown up and back, eyes screwed shut. Thighs and buttocks clenched like knotted rope, fighting the unwanted penetration. There was no audible pop, but he felt it through his soul, when the thick ring snapped over his flared rim. He paused, just for a moment, letting out his breath in a long slow deflation. Her wriggles became more frantic. Her hands left his knees to punch at shin and calf. Her weight shifted forward, dropping, but his hands remained solid as a vice. Her clenched muscles didn’t help her as they trapped the knob tightly within her. He groaned in pleasure before inhaling deeply and renewing his efforts to pull her hips toward his own. He made slow and steady progress. A band of extreme pressure worked slowly down his shaft. His fingers clenched and pulled, his shoulders strained, he threw his head back and leaned into her, pressing relentlessly. He may have been an impressive specimen of straining muscle, but she was nearly equal to the challenge. Her washboard belly clenched, as did her robust sphincter. Tight buttocks were hard like fists. She shrieked like a cat, and although she could feel the invasion slowly gaining headway, her nether ring slowly stretching more and more, she continued to fight. He pushed on. Every painful and slow millimeter gained, felt like being immersed in a warm fluid of pleasure inducing euphoria. He couldn’t have stopped himself had he wanted to, such was the promise of greater pleasure ahead. Veins bulged, nearly to the point of bursting, before sliding ever slowly out of view inside her ring. He began to suck in slow ragged breaths. She began to pant and squeal. Her heels were now kicking at his back, the motion only helped him gain headway. It was almost done. His eyes wide and barely focused made out the diminishing gap between his muscular abdomen and her bottom most curves. Through gritted teeth, her squeals turned to grunts. Her hands went back to pushing on his lower thighs, thin arms struggled to lift herself away from him. Their hips met. Firm buttocks met masculine hip bones. Swaying scrotum bumped against bare pubis. Barely noticeable, despite the staggering effort she put up in her fight to repel the invader, a small trickle, starting with just one drop, a clear viscous fluid dripped. From pink cleft, it dropped, alighting on the wrinkled skin of his swaying sack, before elongating and stretching toward the floor. It hung in midair for a moment, before snapping and falling to the floor with an inaudible splat. His chest rumbled like a lions. He leaned forward, withdrawing his shaft slowly away from the steel grip of his hands. The thick ring refused to loosen its grip, the pink sheath stretched away, continuing to fully encase his prong. Then it could stretch no further, and the shaft began to reappear, veins popped back up from the released pressure, slickened by a clear moisture. He reversed his motion, not wanting to be any further outside his most pleasurable encasement. He pressed the ring back inside her. She grunted and fought against him once more, trying with all her might to keep him from regaining his conquered territory. This battle was just as futile as the first and he wasn’t delayed for long, before manly pelvis mashed into feminine buttock. His sack, stretched from holding leaden testicles, swung up to gently slap distended clit and pubic mound. It came away, smeared in thick clear fluid, this time it connected the two in a curving strand, slowly stretching. It nearly made it to the floor in one long string, before breaking and joining the previous offering. He pulled back again, the motions, the grunts, the squeals and the clenching muscles repeated. Each time he sawed into her, her body gave way more easily. The dripping fluids began to slicken his hips and shaft. Her thick pink ring now glistened with the moisture. Her grip remained as tight, but the friction decreased and his pace quickened. It wasn’t long before a wet spot on the floor went from one of his feet to the other. His hips were bucking back and forth rapidly. He groaned in non-stop pleasure, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut. A sheen of sweat made his body look like a glistening statue. Her head was now bobbling about, her arms hung limply from her body, hanging toward the floor, like her legs. Her wail was punctuated with breaks with each thrust forward. Her body had been shaking through waves of pleasure, peaking and waning, and peaking yet again. The sound of a heavy wet scrotum slapping against a bare lower belly accented each thrust. His knees bent, his hips shifted lower, his stance broadened as his ultimate explosion of pleasure neared. Her feet rose to rest on the top of his hips, her knees pushed upward and outward from her body as it unconsciously opened to accept his ultimate penetrations as deeply as possible. Their bodies met with forceful shudders. They were focused on one thing only, the immense pleasure emanating from where her tight pink thick ring clasped his meaty veiny shaft. The waves of this pleasure washed over each, making them nothing more than mindless beasts. Her hair hung loose, drool dripped from her mouth, similar to the drool from her enflamed slit. She was lost to the world around her. Around her neck, a golden pendant swung. Dangling on the delicate golden chain, was a single glittering letter. The letter which told him that she was available for the treatment she was receiving. A single letter on a chain, interpreted by one person, to indicate what the wearer desired most deeply. To the other person, it was a gift from a grandparent that signified the first letter of her name. As it turned out, both interpretations turned out to be unexpected, yet true. |
Volume 2 2 Boys 2 Girls Cousins We left off in Volume 1 with us four kids watching TV waiting to eat Supper. It was almost time for Pop Pop to get home from work. We washed up in the hall lavatory, headed to the dining room table, Kim and I went into the kitchen and asked Grandma if we could help with anything. She said plates and silverware we on the table but needed to be placed. So we went back and the four of us proceeded to set the table, Pop Pop came in the back door, Kicked off his boots and put on his slippers, He said hi all, how ya doing. We answered we are fine how bout you. Well Grandma was bring the food to the table after Pop Pop washed up he took his seat and so did we kids, we passed the food around and got our portions. Not much talk at the table really, Pop Pop asked what you kids do today? We said well we want swimming for a couple hours, then Grandma chimed in yep they went skinny dipping. He said Oh Yeah? We said it was Grandmas Idea.... he chuckled, like it really mattered. We finished eating and Kim said Julie you and me clear the table, Grandma said no you don't need to do that, Kim said we can all help you been working hard, Pop Pop said that's a good idea. We cleared the table, then we washed the dishes and dried them. Grandma had gotten coffee for her and Pop Pop and they were on the front porch. Now us kids were trying to figure what to do until bedtime. We decided to walk out to the pond dock and just sit for a bit. Summer sucks with Daylight Saving Time it stays light so late. It was kind of strange because we were not even talking about sex, we were talking about everyday stuff in kids lives. On the way back we stopped in the barn and went up to the Hay Mow. We crawled through the tunnel into the open spot, there we were, Now what? Kim was right in front of me as I came out of the tunnel, I stood up and put my arms around her lightly putting my hands on her tits, and kissing her on the neck, she giggled and said save that for tonight, Julie told me what to expect. I said she tell you all? She said I think so. I asked her what she expected about tonight? Julie said you have kissed her down there. I said yes I have, and I love to do that. She said well you might get to kiss me there too. Then I said why don't we do it like this, us guys will shower first, then you can have the bathroom and shower. Last time we did this us boys wore our t-shirt and briefs and Julie had her sleep shirt on. How bout we will have only the small lamp on and Tony and I will be on the bed naked, then when you two come in through the bathroom you both be naked too?... Will you do that, Julie said I can and Kim said me too. So the scene was set. Kim wanted to know how it is that Grandma and Pop Pop do not hear us, I said their bedroom is on the other side of the house downstairs. I said are you guys excited as I am? They all said yes for sure. We stayed in the Hay Mow for another 15 minutes or so the headed back to the house. Went around front and the Grandparents were still sitting on the porch, Grandma said you kids want your dessert now, it's apple pie with ice cream. We all said yes, then the two girls went to help her get it, out they came with bowls of pie and ice cream. I do not know about the others but I can not get the thought of us naked on that Queen Bed tonight. Finally it was time to head to bed, When Grandma and Pop Pop went to bed so did we, Pop Pop gets up early and breakfast has to be made... We could not stay down and watch TV because it is right outside the Main bedroom. (not that we would want to stay up, me and Tony showered, the shower was pretty big maybe 4½' X 4½'. Easy for us both to get showered and get out, there was almost no horse play, mostly because we kind of knew what was going to happen real soon. We got out I knocked on the door to let them know we were done, we pulled the door closed behind us and headed for the door, me on one side Tony on the other, we pulled the spread and sheet down. We got up on the bed and sat crossed legged waiting. We were both turned so when the girls came in we would see the right away. The finished showering, the light in the bathroom went off and the door opened, What an awesome sight two sweet you girls waiting for our attention and they were eager for each others also. I was anxious to see what Kim had planned, I said well where do we start? She said you and Tony play for us and then Julie and I will play for you, then if we are still not too tired you can each have us. Tony was dying to get his chance with Kim, he told me so, he said please go for Julie so I can be with Kim. I was all for that no problem. I asked Kim so what kind of stuff you want us to do for you? She said for us to suck each other, either separate or 69 if we wanted, I opted to do it separate, I asked Tony to do me first please. He agreed and started playing with my dick and soon was in position to take me into his mouth, we were in a position that the girls could get full view also. Between watching Tony as he sucked I would glance at the girls from time to time. They both had a hand in the others crotch, not really able to see if they were fingering or just rubbing. Then Kim said you ever shoot your juice on a guys chest or face? I said oh I have done that many times. She said will you do that this time instead of in Tony's mouth? I said how bout I have Tony do that to me when it is his turn, he makes lots more cum than I do it would show much better. She said OK. Tony worked his magic and in about 10 minutes I was shooting. He took it all as usual. Then I started working on him I sat up and he stood and straddled my legs, he leaned forward with his hands on the wall over the headboard. I told him to let me get him as far as I could then pull out and finish off jacking and shoot on my face and chest. I said keep watching close Kim, she said I am. Tony got to the point of no return, he pulled out and took his dick in his hand and shot as planned. Kim was in awe, she said it was way hot, she ran a finger through the mass on my chest and licked it off her finger. I used my hand and collected it as much as I could then I licked it off the palm of my hand. As usual it was tasty. Now time to see what the girls are planning. Kim took the lead and worked getting Julie in position, she opened her legs and went right in, she was licking and fingering Julie. She was good at knowing how to please Julie for sure, she could take her to the edge then let her down so easy. She did let her got off finally, the poor girl was bucking and humping... she finally had to push Kim's head away. They cuddled for a bit then Julie went to work on Kim. As she lay beside her with Kim on her side and one leg up, the view of her pussy was awesome. She was rubbing and fingering her with 2 fingers, She was inserting ALL the way. Kim was instructing Julie where to rub and so forth. I am sure she was telling her how to hit the spot that later became known as the G-Spot. We all four just relaxed for about 15 minutes, loving the glow of what we had done. Tony was the first one to make and move at all, He was dying to get his hands and mouth on Kim. He moved around and got beside her on the bed. I was still amazed at how willing she was to do this stuff, she had always been so prim and proper. Tony and Kim laid down and they both got on their sides, he had his arm around her, he hugged her and was kissing her neck. I think he was afraid to try to kiss her on the lips. Well she took the lead and kissed him full on, lots and lots. He pulled his arm out and kind of rolled her onto her back, her cute little titties were perky and standing tall with hard nipple. He when to one and sucked and licked then the other and then back, he kept this up for a while. Finally he could not take it any more, he moved down kissing her chest and belly on the way. He got down to her mound and he turned, as he turned she spread her legs, he moved right in and she started to tell him what she needed and how to give it to her. Ok this kid was in seventh heaven for sure, he just kept moaning and making a pleasure sound as he sucked and licked her. After about 15 minutes she had her orgasm. Tony was so proud of himself. All this time I had been fingering Julie and she had been jacking me. She now knew where her button was and was good at telling me where to finger and rub. I got her to orgasm and then she finished me off, I came in my hand, I was about to lap it up and she said I want to taste, I held my hand out and instead of just putting her finger in it, she bent over and lapped it ALL up. To say we were all warn out is an understatement, So we said our good nights and they went to bed and so did Tony and I. The two of us were laying there talking about our adventure. Tony was still totally enamored with Kim, he had a real thing for her sweet body, I can understand why too. We will pick up in Volume 3 to see what the four of us get into tomorrow. |
NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18+ The first event that happened was the arrival of my cousin to the resort where I was staying. It was the 4th day of our arrival here, when my brother and I had set out cards to play, that they barged in to greet us. We exchanged hugs, salutes, you name it. Indeed, it has been a very long while since I last saw these people. They grew immensely. My male cousin, for one, grew a beard, muscle, muscle, and more muscle. But the real treasure was my other girl cousin, Vanessa. Damn, I could not look away from her the first time I saw her. I looked at her with genuine interest, long, dark hair, on top of a beautiful, glowing face. She was wearing a red sleeveless shirt and cut-off denim shorts. The thing that changed most was her figure. To be frank, she grew into an hourglass figure, with an amazing rack of tits, and a luscious ass. I'm not used to looking at relatives this way, but I guess it was because I hadn't seen her in a while, so I didn't consider her to be much of a cousin. They quickly sat down to play cards with us while our parents chatted away in some other room. Vanessa and I quickly connected, joking and teaming up against my our brothers. I believe this connection has something to do with us being the youngest of the family. We've had it for as long as I remember. Anyway, after a few rounds of card games, my mom told me to show Vanessa around, which I accepted, and we shortly left, while our brothers went out to test drive a new car. "Cya" Vanessa waved to her parents. Once we were out, we exchanged memories about our friendship during childhood years, when we used to visit each other and were quite close friends. She's 3 years older than I am, 21, while I'm only 18, so she acted a bit condescending. She was asking me about how I'm dealing with what is now more workload than I used to have, all the regular stuff. Both of us, Vanessa and I, are quite smart, so we would exchange grades boastfully. We eventually found ourselves strolling barefoot near the rocks on the beach. The waves hit high against the rocks ahead of us, splashing us from time to time. Everytime this happened, we looked at each other and giggled. I marvelled at all the beautiful girls around us, but none came close to how wonderful Vanessa looked. The sun glistened through her hair, and her body looked golden because of how sunny it was. I felt my cock stir slowly as we stood there silently. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. We sat there and talked about friendship, school, and even dating. "Wanna take a swim"? She looked at me and asked. I thought it was a bit early, but I was excited at the prospect of seeing her in a bikini. "Sure" I responded, and we went to the other side, to the pool this time. She's not a fan of the beach, apperently. When we got there, we chose our sunbeds and I slowly took off my shirt. I noticed her look at my abs, which prompted me to smirk at her. She smiled back. Then she came next to me taking off her shirt slowly, and sliding her denim shorts down, putting them aside. She was left in a pitch black bikni that adorned her body. It looked amazing on her. "Fuck shit wow" I said, staring at her. "You're so beautiful". She stuttered back "Thanks" and her cheeks flushed. She then run into the pool with me, and the difference in temperature shocked her. "AHHHH" She screamed giggling, and held up to me with her hands lightly wrapping around my back. I felt her boobs press against my chest, and her legs touch mine. We hung out at the edge of the pool, and we quickly lost track of time. Many events that I would say brewed up sexual tension happened: First, because we were at the edge of the pool, we sometimes collided with each other, during which we would smile. One time i was floating past her and my cock rubbed on her ass. Sometimes my hand would acidentally flick past her boob. Another time, she climbed up on my back multiple times with her legs wrapped on my shoulders and her crotch rubbing on the back of my head. Vanessa and I were becoming increasingly sexual with each other, and then when our parents and brothers arrived and laid the beach towels we came out of the pool. She laid flat on her stomach and turned her head toward me. I was browsing my phone at the time, but I looked to her. She got up and sat right next to me on my sunbed. "What's up cous?" I asked her. She put her hand on my leg: "I'm not liking this" She whispered. "What?" I responded surprised, not knowing what she meant. She then responded: "How we're next to them. Let's go somewhere away, just the two of us. This isn't fun." Damnnnnnnnnnnn, i said in my mind. I could feel a sharp connection between Vanessa and I now. I felt wrong because she's my cousin, but I hadn't reached the boundaries yet, so I didn't mind. Anyway, I felt close to her, and I didn't enjoy some others intruding our fun. So we got up and Vanessa told her mom: "Mom, I'm going somewhere else with Andrew, somewhere with more sun. I'm not getting the right enough of tan here". Her mom agreed, and she only reminded her "I'll text you when it's time to take a shower". "Ok mom, cya" Vanessa replied and took my hand leaving. "So somewhere private" I said to her, to which she agreed, and then she asked me: "How about another pool? That one over there doesn't have anybody" She asked and grasped my hand closer looking at me. "Yeah, this one is good." I couldn't help looking at her ass as it jiggled, I just wanted to squeeze it and make her squirm. We ended up laying our beach towels over there by that new pool. She lied on the sunbed adjacent to mine, and reached into her bag to get some sun lotion. "Need some?" She offered "Sure, Thanks" I end up taking sun lotion and rubbing it over my chest and legs. When it was her turn, I tried taking a sneak peek as she rubbed her hand on her thighs. In my mind, that sun lotion was my cum, and I was rubbing it over her. BUT NO, SHE"S YOUR COUSIN, so stop... She then rolled over on her stomach, and turned her head over to the side and untied her bikini top, asking me: "Hey Andrew, do you mind putting some on my back?" Of course I didn't mind. Hell, I wanted it. "No, not at all" I said as I got onto my knees next to her and squirted a good amount into my trembling hands. I then started by applying the cold liquid onto her hot neck, then going down her back. It was so smooth, and I wished I could go further... so I kinda did. I let my hand slightly slide down her panties, just slighlty, and i felt the tip of her buttcrack. I didn't know if she realised, but it felt amazing. She cooed "Mmm. it feels amazing. Andrew you should be a masseuse" I laughed "Thanks", to which she replied "No, THANK YOU. To add, I need some on my legs if you don't mind". YESSSS, I screamed from inside. "Yes, I mind" I responded sarcastically as I started from her ankle, rubbing up to her thighs. Because she had spread her legs a lot this time, I was able to see a few hairs poking out. I was staring obsessively at them, when she caught me, and closed her thighs on my hand. Oh My Cow. I didn't want that to stop. "You're so bad" She giggled "Can't help it" I laughed back and she didn't take it seriously. "I don't mind" she responded, an answer that I was very surprised at. At that time she started looking at me lustfully, so did I, and I just wanted to tear her apart. I immediately took out my hand when we saw our brothers approaching. "It's shower time" They said and we just collected our stuff and went up. I ended up walking with Vanessa all the time, our arms rubbing each other from time to time. When we got to the cabin, we all sat down and our brother was the first to get into the shower. In the meantime, Vanessa and I sat on a small couch, our thighs touching, hers bare and mine with a swimtrunk. She had let her hair down this time, letting it dry, and it was touching my shoulder from time to time. It felt good. She was still wearing her bikini. My brother came out, and then Vanessa's brother went in. We were just sitting down chatting and crap. Then I entered. When I came out, my brothers grabbed me and told me that we're going to eat icecream. I looked at Vanessa, who was still in her bikini. I didn't want to leave her alone... "Ummmm, IDK whether I wa.." i stuttered before feeling a cold hand on my arm pulling me "What he means is that he wants to stay with me. Isn't that so Andrew?" She looked at me winking. "Yes" I said and smiled at them. "Alright, suit yourselves" they said leaving. Vanessa looked at me and gave me a high five. I'm glad I got to stay with her. "Now who's going to keep me occupied during a boring shower?" She asked and looked at me as if she was genuienly curious. "ummm, you need someone to keep you entertained during a shower?" I asked her unexpectedly. "DUH" She retorted. "Don't you know that girls take an hour to shower" I genuinely didn't know what to respond, but I felt like I knew where she was going with this. Damn, what should I say?? I wanted to see her naked more than anything. "But I'm your cousin?" I asked her. "Oh come on" she replied as she put her hand on my chest. "Don't be such a prude" she continued. I didn't want her to think that of me, so I just said "Alright, but i'm not going into the actual shower with you". "Fine" She replied, slightly annoyed. We ended up walking into the bathroom, and I sat on the toilet seat, while she stood up looking at me. "Atleast help me instead of sitting there doing nothing!" She screamed in my face. I dutifully obeyed, and with trembling hands, I stood behind her and untied her bikini top. She looked back at me and smiled sexily before letting go of her bikini and letting it slide down. I only saw her bare back at that time. She was still staring into my eyes smiling. I looked profoundly at her. I just wanted to get hold of her and tear her apart, but I controlled myself. She slowly turned around with her hands covering her tits, and her eyes looking into mine. "Ready?" She started ... "3, 2, 1, Puff" She ended and removed her hands off her luscious tits. I softly moaned, then put my hand on my mouth. She giggled and blushed. "You can touch" She said taking hold of my hands and placing them on each one of her tits. I truly couldn't believe this was happening. I knew it was wrong but it was too late to stop. "Your tits feel so good, Vanessa" I whisper. "I'm glad you like them cousin" She responded smiling. She then brushed my hands off and slowly started sliding her panties down. I looked as one hair at a time appeared, until I could see all of her bright pussy. Damn, I didn't know what to do. I just stood there staring at how hot she is. She turned around showcasing her ass, putting it out for me too see. "You like what you see?" She asked smirking. "I love what I see" I responded and put my hand on the middle of her ass, sliding it down with one finger between her asscheeks, until that finger reached her pussy and rubbed lightly on her pussy. "Glad you do" She said and then brushed my hand off to get into the shower. I started at her disappointed, like WHAT??? you actually left to have a shower? She looked at me and asked: "What? Isn't that what you wanted?" She smiled jokingly. "Umm.. yeah ig" I replied not knowing what to say to get in with her. Right as she went into the shower, she sat down on the floor and placed the showerhead to her pussy. "What are you doing?" I asked her. She placed her hand on her pussy and started rubbing it slowly. "What does it look like I'm doing?" She responded. "Don't you guys masturbate too? Here, look" She said and turned around so that her legs were spread in my direction and I had a direct view of my cousin rubbing her pussy. "You are fucking amazing Vanessa" I said proudly. She giggled "I just wish someone could join me. It's so boring like that". Wow. She actually said it. "Damn, well I would love to but I already took a shower". She looked at me like, dafuq? "Oh come on silly" She yelled smiling and opened the shower door to let me in. I was about to walk in when she stopped me right before I did so. "Wait! I take off your clothes first" She said winking and smiling at me. I stood infront of her and she kneeled down and pulled down my swimtrunks. My cock sprang out and slapped her face. We both giggled but she remarked at first: "OH MY SHIT. It's so huge cousin" She said as she slowly let her right hand slide up my legs to my balls and then the base of my cock. Her left hand was caressing my balls. I breathed heavily and moaned as she smiled and started slowly stroking my cock, looking at my eyes. Her strokes sped up for a bit before she let the tip of her tongue touch my cock. She then formed a small circle with her mouth and let it wrap around the tip of my cock. "MMMM" I moaned heavily. "Ok, enough" She smiled and pulled my cock out of her mouth. She started laughing. "Take it in" I tell her and push my cock forward towards her, letting it rub on her face, before she engulfs it and lets it slide down to the back of her throat. I can hear the slurping sounds clearly, precum and saliva overflowing out of her mouth, while she struggles to let my cock slide down even more. I moan heavily before telling her to stop "I'm going to cum, stop" She pulls out and cleans my cock with one quick suck before I step into the shower and we turn on the shower, with the water coming out steamy. I pushed her to the wall, trailing down her body, kissing her nipples, and sucking on them, until i reach her mound. She looks at me smiling: "Andrew.. You don't have to". I look at her face, "No cousin, I want to" I mumble to her. She grins and spreads her leg giving me access, and I lick and suck her pussy lips until I get to her clit. "Andrew, that feels so good. Suck my clit cousin. I'm going to cum" She moaned pressing my face into her pussy. I suck and flick her clit with my tongue, even biting it lightly with my teeth, making her reach her climax, during which she showered me with her pussy juice. She looked at me lustfully then, biting her lips. I got up and went backwards, looking at her. "Come here" I call her stroking my cock. "I want to be inside you" I tell her. She approaches me, turns around, and climbs on top of my cock with her pussy, straddling me. She had her hands on her thighs, supporting herself, while mine were around her hips trying to force her down on me. My cock slips inside her and completely stretches her pussy. "Cousin, how does it feel inside my hot pussy?" She asks turning her head back smiling at me "It feels fucking amazing. Your pussy is so wet and tight" I groan at her Vanessa has multiple orgasms as she rides me. She was starting to sweat and I kept hearing her tired moans. But now I wanted to face her, so I pulled out, at which she looked at me and asked: "What are you doing?" I look into her eyes and push her against the wall, making her face me, while slipping my cock into her pussy again. I start making rapid thrusts, feeling like I will cum soon: "I'm going to cum cousin." She looks at me lustfully: "I'm all yours. Fill me up" I smile at her and my cock injects hot cum into the tunnels of her pussy. She gasps and starts to scream, making me put her hand over her mouth, not wanting the neighbors to hear. We stay like this for around 30 seconds, with her face about to explode from my cum. I finally pull out and she looks at me for a few seconds before she jumps in to hug me with what seemed like all the passion in the world. Damn, I loved it. I've never felt this connected to a person in my life. We keep hugging for a few minutes, in what was the most passionate moment of my life. We pull back. She smiles at me: "Wait for me outside, I want to tell you something". She said before giving me a quick peck on the lips. "All right cousin, I'll be waiting outside." I said coming out of the shower and putting on my clothes quite quickly. Damn, that was the best thing that ever happened to me. She comes out and sits next to me. Naturally, we're much more comfortable with each other now, so she was very close to me, literally sitting on my lap or straddling me for that matter. "Ok Andrew, did you enjoy what we did?" She asked me smiling. "Yes" I nodded not knowing where this was heading. "Same, and do you want to continue?" She then asked "I'd love to" I replied "Good, I want that too. But no strings attached." She winked at me "No strings attached" I smiled at her and pulling her into a deep kiss, my hand around her neck while she runs her hand over my chest. "Wait, I wanted to tell you something else" She interrupts, pulling out. "So this is a weird one. My friend, who is around your age, is single, just like you, and is looking for a boyfriend. I thought you could meet her. How about we invite her here, and you get to meet here? I'll give you both private time, but that doesn't mean I can't barge in sometimes" She finished her sentence winking. "Plus, she'll love your big cock. I just know it." Damn, I don't mind that. She has some pretty friends. "Ummmmm, can I see what she looks like first?" I ask her to make sure "Sure" She replies handing me a picture of the friend on her phone. "Her name is Jessica. What do you __" "Fuck shit wow, she's a looker" I interject before Vanessa even finishes her sentence. She giggles and nudges me on my shoulder. "So, next week, just the three of us here? No adults? That sounds like a dream" "It does, doesn't it." I agree with her. |
Introduction: I think I should tell you about my family first. I’m your average 16 year old teenager. Dark hair, brown eyes, athletic figure and 6 feet tall. My dad works as an accountant in a local firm and manages to do pretty well. He’s about the same height as me and is starting to put on some weight at 41. My mom on the other hand, has kept her figure in check over the years. She’s a typical stay-at-home 37 year old mother but doesn’t even look a day over 30. Motherhood has been kind to her. She has a beautiful 5’8 hourglass figure with firm 36D breasts, which I managed to find out while accidentally coming across one of her bras. She has beautiful rosy cheeks and a creamy complexion. Mom has a nice curvy ass which she loves to flaunt around in jeans and hotpants. She’s a brunette with the same brown eyes I have and a pretty face which have men staring at her whenever we go grocery shopping. I’m an only child and was brought up in a normal manner. No one could say anything out of the ordinary about my family. XXX It was a sunny Wednesday and I was walking back from school. We had been let off early today because our teachers had to attend an educational convention somewhere. My mood was better than usual because this meant I could play video games for another two hours. As I neared my house, I saw a couple of cars parked outside I hadn’t ever seen before. Puzzled, I assumed that mom might have some friends over or something and walked in. I was about to shout “Mom, I’m home!” when I suddenly heard moaning coming from somewhere upstairs. “Is someone crying?” I thought to myself . Silently, I placed my backpack by the coffee table in the lounge and tip-toed upstairs. More moaning was followed by a woman’s voice saying “Oh yeah. Right there.” “Wait, is someone having sex?” I thought and this thought made my heartbeat race. My thoughts turned into reality as I heard the unmistakable sound of skin against skin. At the top of the staircase, I could see a bunch of clothes strewn across the floor leading to my parent’s room. A pair of jeans along with some trousers and a woman’s cotton blouse. I decided to peek in without letting anybody notice I was there. Carefully, I lurked by the door and stole a glance inside. What I saw inside was beyond my wildest dreams. My mom was crouched on her bed, butt-naked, apart from a pair of black heels. She was in the doggy-style pose with her beautiful tits hanging out underneath her. Her pink lace bra was carelessly thrown on the floor and the matching panties lay on her pillow. Two men were standing either side of her. One of them was relentlessly pumping her pussy while the other one was busy feeding his cock to her. Neither of them could be a day older than 25 and both were muscular and fit. I sit by the door mesmerized by the sight before me. I had never seen any of these men ever before, not like that mattered at the moment. “Oh you know I love that baby, fuck me real hard.” moaned my mom between mouthfuls of cock. Her tits made a flapping sound as their owner was being rapidly pounded by the taller of the two men. Mom looked like she was in heaven and her nipples had hardened to two tiny points. Her body responded to the glorious lovemaking and her face was contorted as though in pain. Her pussy was flooded with her love juices and every pump made a wet splashing sound. She pulled the cock out of her mouth and, with a moan of frenzied lust, reached out and wrapped both hands around it. I was amazed that so much of the huge cock still protruded from her fists. With a moan, my mother stuck out her tongue and began lashing it all over the engorged, purple head of her lovers cock. Each of the thrusts in her pussy brought a fresh "Aaahhh..." from her busy lips. Suddenly, I realized I was scarcely breathing. My heart was racing and my chubby had evolved to a full blown boner. I couldn’t believe seeing my mom in a threesome was actually turning me on. I had never looked at my mom in a sexual way, but right now my young teenage cock was at full attention and stretching the material of my underwear. Then, I became conscious of the fact that my mom was not my mom right now. She was a sex object who was in a threesome with two young men. For the first time in my life, I was beginning to have lust filled feelings toward my own mother. Her pussy was gushing her wetness as the mammoth cock filled her cunt again and again, opening her wide and filling her beyond belief, penetrating so very deep. "Oh God," my mother screamed, "Don't stop now. That feels wonderful." Apparently my mother liked her sex hard, and I could tell she was getting just what she liked. Mom was panting and gasping, her juice running from her pussy, down towards her light pubic hair. She was humping and bucking against him, taking his huge cock deep within her to the depths of her womanhood, grinding on his great manhood and crying out her pleasure as he thrust deeply into her. She cried out, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oohh, yes! Don't stop! Don't stop now! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm going too commmme!" This was apparently too much for the guy getting head, as he let out a loud groan and spewed his seed all over my mother’s orgasmic face. A thick stream of cum landed in her hair, while the rest of it dropped on her cheeks and chin. After the force of her massive orgasm had subsided, she lapped at the cum on her face and sucked the gradually softening cock in front of her face dry. The tall lover shoved his big cock harder and faster into my mother's pussy as she continued to moan out in ecstasy. At first her feet were in the air, bouncing up and down in rhythm to his powerful thrusts. But as she thrashed around when she felt on the verge of another orgasm, one of heels fell off and her legs went limp. He was still relentlessly driving his massive cock deep into my mother's ravaged pussy, pumping his hard, thick manhood into her throbbing cunt. Mom was endlessly coming, yelling, crying out, thrashing, and frantically thrusting her hips over and over again as her lover drove his huge penis to the depths of her cunt, causing her body to shudder with wave after crashing wave of orgasm. Mom was making guttural animal sounds as he held her by the hips, fucking his entire length and girth deep into her soaking pussy. Mom was having multiple orgasms; her pussy was throbbing, contracting, sucking, and milking his huge penis as he fucked her. She was continuously moaning, throwing her head from side to side, delirious with orgasm as for several minutes the guy continued to pound his big cock into her. Finally, the lover had had enough and with one final thrust, let his juices loose deep in my mother’s womb. With a plop sound, my mother removed the cock from her cunt. It was glistening with her passion fluid and was followed by a steady stream of cum which dripped out of her aching cunt. Mom then sprawled out on the bed, lovingly staring at her two lovers. It was then that I finally had a good long look at her pussy. It was glistening with baby juice and was red from all the pounding it had endured. She stuffed two fingers in her twat and pulled out some more of her lover’s cum. “You guys should leave now. Alex is going to be home soon”, said mom, with her voice sounding tired and her breathing being heavy. Her big globes with their perfect peach nipples were heaving up and down. “Sure, babe. Same time tomorrow?” asked the shorter one. “You got it, stud” replied my mother with a wink. I suddenly remembered I wasn’t supposed to be here and hurried quietly to my room. I dashed to the bathroom and as soon as I reached there pulled out my throbbing member. The scene that I had seen with my own two eyes had turned me on so much that it barely took me 5 seconds to spill my load. XXX Later, after my mom had returned from her shower, I acted as if I had just arrived from school. She was wearing a white tank top which just fitted her along with a pair of black hot pants. “Hey honey! How was school?” I tried to act normally and replied with a shrug, “How was your day, mom?” “Oh you know, sweetie. Chores and stuff”, she said with a smile. After I while we had lunch. Mom had ordered Chinese takeout and seemed to be in a happier mood than usual. During lunch, I couldn’t help but notice mom’s beautiful tits. The tank top was the one with a stretchy fabric and was bulging. I also noticed mom wasn’t wearing a bra either. This turned me on and I had a hard-on practically all afternoon. I realized I would never be able to look at my mother the same way again. When she ate a banana, an image of her sucking that dude’s cock sprang up in my head. When she leaned forward to do her bed, I imagined her doing that doggy-style posture all over again. That night as I lay in my bed, I decided to skip school the next day and hide somewhere to watch my mom getting banged again. XXX The next morning, I managed to fool my parents into thinking I was leaving for school. On my way out, I gave my mother a goodbye hug, and felt her voluptuous bosom press against my chest. That managed to turn me on a fair bit. I then crept out to the backyard and hide in the toolshed for a while. I had to entertain myself for nearly four hours when I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I made my move and entered the house through the back door. Hiding in the front hall, I listened with my head cocked to one side. My mom walked up to the front door and my penis fittingly stood to salute. She was looking absolutely stunning, wearing a loose-fitting satin robe along with a black velvet belt. She had makeup on and looked like one of those glamour models you find in men’s magazines. Opening the door, she greeted the tall dude standing outside. “Hey, David! Isn’t Chris here with you?” asked Mom. “He couldn’t make it today. I think he had a doctor’s appointment. By the way, you look amazing, Jayden.” he replied as he viewed her hungrily. Looking absolutely flattered, Mom led him to her bedroom upstairs, seductively swaying her hips as she walked ahead. I was having trouble understanding why David didn’t fuck her there and then. I followed them upstairs, being careful to not make any creaking sounds on the floorboards, and tactically hid by the door where I had a clear view of the scene which was about to unfold. Mom made David sit on the bed while she started to do a sultry dance. “Too bad Chris isn’t here. Well, I guess there’ll be more of me for you, baby.” she said in her seductress voice. She opened the belt holding her robe together and dropped it to the floor. My jaw dropped as I saw what she was wearing underneath. A black demi-cup bra along with leopard-print panties and knee-high fuck-me-boots. The sight alone could make angels whimper and I could see a tent formed in David’s jeans. The look on my mother's face was incredible as she neared her head to receive the hot kisses he was delivering to her lips, mouth, and tongue. Their hands raced over each other's bodies, as they raced to divest themselves of the remainder of their clothing. David undid my mother's bra, and her magnificent breasts sprung free, the nipples full, swollen with tension. He eyed her tits seriously for a moment. "You've got the most beautiful tits on earth, lover," he said. "They're all yours, only yours," my mother whispered, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts out towards his face. His response was instantaneous. His mouth caught and sucked at the first nipple until it hardened, then covered her other breast. Mom was in heaven. "Oh God," she moaned, her eyes closed, her hands holding his head to her ample breasts. Her nipples had grown to tiny erasers, the rock-hard nubs jutting out proudly from her chest. Oh what I would’ve given to be an infant and be able to suck those melons right now. Her lover was pushing down the elastic band of her panties now, moving his hand down inside of her tiny patterned panties from the top. Mom moaned passionately as his hand moved up and down against her pussy. After a few more seconds of this he carefully eased her panties down, moving them over her firm round ass. Once they cleared her beautiful buns, her panties fell to the floor around her ankles, and my mother absent-mindedly stepped out of them. David gently lowered her onto the bed, until she was lying naked underneath him. My mother bent her knees and spread her legs wide, and he knelt between her widely flared hips, and kissed her distended clitoris with his tongue. "Oh God, darling," mom groaned. As he went down on her and plunged his face and tongue into her beautiful, shaved pussy, my mother went wild, crying out how much she wanted him to fuck her. His tongue slowly and deliberately circled my mother's swollen clit, teasing the pouting lips of her hot pussy. Mom was writhing on the bed, moaning "Oh God" over and over again, as she pulled his head closer into her bucking hips. Her eyes were closed, her gorgeous face whipping from side to side on the pillow, globular breasts heaving, and cunt dripping with her pussy juices. David raised his head slightly, still maintaining his tongue deep in her pussy, as my mother twisted and churned her hips, raising her legs way up into the air, bending them at the knees and hips. As I watched, she reached up and wrapped her slender arms around her knees, and brought her upper thighs back down until they both pressed sharply down into her big, well rounded breasts. This caused my mother's back to arch up, bringing her buttocks way up off the bed, and the angle better permitted him to work his tongue even deeper and deeper into my mother's sopping-wet pussy. As her pussy became more lubricated with her passion juices, David’s tongue moved in a long, slow curve, starting at the base of my mother's spine, licking along the cleft of her buttocks, pausing to push deep into her vagina, then lifting to tease the sensitive skin where the lips met and the tingling clitoris between them. David gently slid two fingers up into my mother's sopping snatch while he sucked her dripping clit. Mom began the long breathless groaning towards what appeared to be a mammoth orgasm approaching. Her fuck-buddy’s tongue teased my mother's pussy, alternately licking her lust-plumped vaginal lips and clit, while he continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her sopping vagina. "Oh God, don't stop, don't stop now," my mother moaned, thrashing about on the bed, "I'm going to come, please, suck my clit harder, make me come," she begged. It was too delicious, this going under. She was seconds away from total release. I watched as he sucked harder on her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her white pussy in a blur of motion. My mother screamed her pleasure as she came and came in a prolonged orgasm, her hips bucking off the bed, her breasts flopping wildly, as her body exploded with pleasure in response to his loving ministrations. It seemed it would go on forever. Each time the sensations ceased, David would thrust his finger deep into my mother's ass, or lick her clitoris, or bite the lips of her cunt, and it would start all over again; until, out of sheer exhaustion, my mother pleaded: "Stop, baby, stop, I've no energy left, it will kill me." My mother's body stopped twitching after several minutes, as he continued to gently lick her engorged clit. In the midst of all this, I had involuntarily pulled out my modest 7.5 incher from my zipper, and had begun to stroke it. Finally Mom weakly pushed his head away, and he slid between her outstretched arms as she embraced him loosely. "That was the best, love." mom whispered to him, "You certainly know how to pleasure a woman with your tongue." They grinned at each other, and my mother moved down on Him, rubbing his cock through his bathrobe. David lay down on the bed, my mother's body straddling his, his waist inches from my mother's flushed, gorgeous face. Mom's long tongue snaked out, pulling one of the ends of his underwear with her teeth. As his groin became exposed, my mother stared at his throbbing cock, inched from her mouth, and moaned softly. As I watched my mom stroke his cock with her fingertips, I couldn't help but stare in amazement at his huge cock. It was nearly ten inches long, and it was thick, my God, it was thick. "Such a big cock," mom cooed, "Like a big lollipop." As my mother's hot breath fanned his prick, David shivered lustily. Mom's stiff nipples were grazing his body, her white luscious big tits swaying gently as she crawled into position. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the thick, hairy base of his prick, steadying the bucking shaft, gently cupping his balls in her palm. With a moan, my mother stuck out her tongue and began lashing it all over the engorged, purple head of his cock. I shivered with delight. Mom slavered over the head of his cock, greedily licking up the single drop of pre-cum that had formed, moaning at the taste. "God, I love you," my mother groaned, as she slid the head of his cock into her mouth. Mom sucked more and more of his into her mouth, her tongue dancing along the sensitive areas of his cock with wild abandon. My mother gently massaged his swollen balls with her fingertips, and David moaned deep in his throat. Incredibly, his cock was growing bigger, bigger than any cock I had ever seen. It was swelling to mammoth proportions, crowding her throat, pushing against her palate. Yet my mother had no difficulty in swallowing more and more of his cock. She deep-throated him until her nose was buried in his pubic hair, and then slowly let it slide out of her mouth with a loud plop. Then she settled down into a rhythm, sucking his cock, her head bobbing back and forth over the stiff shaft, while she moaned in obvious enjoyment. He now had a hold on my mother's head and he was pushing it, pulling it, mumbling, "Good, so good, so good, good...." My mother tore at his hands, and threw herself back on the bed, spreading her legs and thighs wide open in shameless invitation, working to position her body under his, begging, imploring him. "Now baby, now, please. Please put it in me, oh, let me, let me put it in. Oh, I love it so. Fuck me, fuck me good." She took the head of his giant cock and guided it to her flared vaginal lips. His cock found the outer lips, and she let go. She was a slave to her desire, and she needed his cock to quench the fire in her loins. Yet he did not give her what she wanted. He rubbed his erect cock up and down her pussy lips, slapping her vaginal mound with his cock-head, and mom moaned. "Oh, God, Dave, I need you. I need you so bad." He teased her, not allowing her the penetration she desired. "What do you need? Tell me what you need, lover, dearest?" He teased. My mother wrapped her hand around his cock and fondled it. "This is what I need. I need this inside me. Please don't make me wait to feel your wonderful cock deep inside me. I need you inside me," my mother begged. "Oh, my big stud, make love to me! Please take me now!" my mother gasped, working her hips in an incredibly sexy manner to receive him. Him withdrew the entire length of his cock, and slowly re-entered my mother's tight pussy. "Shove it in me, honey," my mother murmured, her vagina surrendering to the wonderful feelings his cock was producing in her pussy. David pulled out and re-entered her again and again, enjoying the delicious entry, the hot moistness and snug clinging of her thick, fleshy pussy lips, as his hard penis and her moist vulva held together so deeply inside her. Each of his re-entering thrusts brought a fresh "Ohhhh..." from my mother's parted lips, as her head whipped from side to side. I watched as my mother reached down with her hands, grasping her big, firm breasts, squeezing and twisting them. Her fingertips grasped her nipples and she pulled and twisted them, stretching them until she winced with the pain, arousing herself further as she moaned with passion. She twirled and pumped her buttocks as far and as fast as she could in an effort to make his cock work as deeply into her pussy as it would go. The scene was incredible. There was my lovely, demure mother, naked as a jay-bird, bucking around wildly as her young slave fucked her crazy. My mother was on her back, her legs spread wide, thighs bent to her chest and held by him. Her head was turning side to side, eyes pressed shut in ecstasy as she moaned in pleasure. David was leaning forward over her, propping himself up with his arms, driving his thick cock deep into my mother's juicy pussy. Her legs were around the outside of his upper arms toward his shoulders, her pussy was wet and wide open, as he fucked her hard and fast with his big tool. And she'd never looked sexier. I loved the way my mother's lips formed a sensuous "O" as she moaned. I loved the way her tits bounced on every stroke. I watched as my mother's hips moved in perfect rhythm to Him's thrusts, his big strong ass bouncing up and down between her delicate thighs. I couldn't help looking at his huge cock, covered with her juices, sliding in and out of my mother's pussy. The enormity of the moment was too much, and a few pumps of my cock made me spill my hot jizz all over the floor. David continued pounding his big cock into my mother's dripping pussy. His cock was long and hard as he drove his thick member deep into her, thrusting himself into her cunt, burying his cock to the hilt. Her wetness glistened on his thick shaft as he stroked it in and out of her pussy. His cock was stretching my mother's pussy as he entered her. Over and over he plunged his big cock deep into my mother's glistening pussy, thrusting deep and pumping, pumping, giving her every inch of his massive length and thickness. I was hypnotized by the sight of Him's huge cock invading my mother's pussy. Her lover plunged his thick member deep into my mother's cunt, stretching her, filling her to capacity-then withdrew, wet with her juices, only to plunge again, driving deep into her excited pussy. Again and again Him thrust his fat cock into her as my mother wantonly spread herself for him, taking his ten inches of thick-veined manhood deep within her hot little cunt. David shoved his big cock harder and faster into my mother's pussy as she continued to cry out in ecstasy. At first her legs were in the air, bouncing up and down in rhythm to his powerful thrusts. Then they were wrapped around his waist. Then he positioned her legs over his shoulders as he pressed them down on her chest for maximum penetration. My mother's ankles were now pinned to the mattress beside her ears and her pussy was being pounded to mush by the stud’s huge cock. The mewling sounds of pleasure coming from her throat were sounds I had never heard before. As their hips and groins thrust together and her head began to be slammed against the headboard, my mother dug her nails into David’s back and told him that she had "never been fucked so deep or so hard." I was loving watching my mother being fucked like this. They had been at it for twenty minutes as my mother fucked the huge thick dick with wild abandon. Mom was in ecstasy, approaching orgasm, thrashing her head from side to side, her thick black hair flying. Her body was damp from the perspiration of her passion as she thrust her hips, taking his length deep within her. Her pussy was slick with her juices, gushing her wetness and making sucking wet sounds as Her lover pistoned his raging penis deep into her. She cried out, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oohh, yes! Don't stop! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm going to…ahhhhh!" As I watched my mother get her brains fucked out I was amazed at the intensity of her orgasms. She was coming and coming and screaming for her animal to fuck her harder and deeper. I was amazed at how her pussy stretched to accommodate his huge cock, accepting it, swallowing it completely, and surrounding it, taking his length and width deep within her tight folds. Their pelvic areas were drenched with the wetness flowing from my mother's pussy. I watched in awe as he kept driving his huge penis deep into my mother's pussy, over and over, thrusting, driving, pounding, causing her to scream as she climaxed again and again. Her cunt was throbbing and quaking, gushing her wetness as his rock-hard cock pistoned deep into her over and over, causing her to experience multiple, shattering orgasms. Soon David slowed his pace until he was languidly stroking his hard and bulging member in and out of my mother's soaked and ravaged pussy as she came down from her orgasms. Mom was as limp as a rag doll and her breathing came in ragged, panting gasps. She was still moaning as the last of her orgasms ebbed from her body. He then slowly slid his cock very deep and completely into my mother's cunt, causing her to moan loudly in pleasure. In that position, pelvis to pelvis with his ten thick inches of hard cock buried completely within her, he reached with his right arm under her and around her waist, lifting her and holding her as he rolled over onto his back. Mom was now laying full length on top of David with his big cock still penetrating deep into her pussy. Mom pushed herself up to a sitting position, leaning slightly forward, propping herself up with her hands on his chest. Mom tilted her head back and cried out in pleasure as she leaned back and sank farther down onto his massive penis, her small body quaking in orgasm, her tight pussy clenching and contracting around the stiff manhood filling her so completely. After her orgasm subsided, she began to ride him again, slowly, raising slightly off his huge erection, and then sinking back down upon it, taking him deep into her cunt, grinding down onto him, milking his marvelous penis. "Oooh, yes," she cooed, "Your cock is so fucking big! It's so thick and fat! Oh it's so...good!" My mother was moaning quietly with her head thrown back as she gently rode the monster cock. She would raise slightly, an inch of his thick member withdrawing from her slick pussy, then she would grind down hard upon him, exulting in the depth to which he penetrated her, moaning from the exquisite pleasure his huge cock gave her. For a long time she rode him like that, being fucked and fucking so deeply and completely it was incredible. Seeing my mother so wanton, so intoxicated by sex, so taken over by lust and animal passion had me turned on like I had never been turned on before. My mother's pace began to increase. Her strokes were still short, but now faster, more insistent. David was reaching up, squeezing my mother's firm tits in his hands, his fingers pinching her erect nipples as he thrust his cock deep up into her wet pussy while she ground down upon him. Mom's juices were flowing from her cunt in a torrent. She was leaning forward, pressing her tits into his hands, moaning continuously as she rode his raging cock. Mom was panting as her strokes became longer and longer until finally a full ten inches of hard thick cock was pummeling in and out of her drenched cunt as she rode him with wild abandon. He was ramming his huge erection hard up into my mother's cunt as she slammed down upon him, his cock driving, pounding, and deep into her tight pussy. His toes were beginning to curl as my mother furiously rode his mammoth cock. My mother's cunt was gushing and slurping as his rod slammed into him again and again. She was now bouncing on top of him by the force of his thrusts, crying out "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" every time he rammed his ten inches home. She was a wild woman. She couldn't get enough of his big cock as he pounded it into her. "You like that don't you?" he asked, holding her by the waist as he slowed the pace, "You love getting fucked by other guys while your husband and son are away, don't you?" "Ohhhh..." my mother tried to respond, “Baby, please...ummmm.....you feel so good!" "You like that, eh? You like this big cock, don't you, darling?" "Ohhhhh...yessss.....yesssss....ooooohhh...I love it! Give it to me baby, give it all to me. No one has ever been that deep in me. That part of me belongs only to you! Keep fucking me baby! Oh yes! Oh God yes! Oh yes, yes, yes! I want to feel you cum! I want you to cum in me! Oh, yes, fill me with your cum" Oh, yes, fill me with your cock, fill me with your cum! Shoot your load up my pussy, my king," my mother moaned, "Go....ummmmm.......go ahead. If I don't feel you pumping my womb full of baby-juice in the next minute or so, I'm going to scream! Now get on top of me, get your cock inside me, and fuck me until you squirt me full of your baby-making cream. Let me feel my stud squirting his baby-making sperm up inside my slutty belly where it belongs." My mother practically screamed as his back arched and he began the final thrusting towards orgasm. David grasped my mother's shoulders and flipped them both over until he was on top again, and straddled my mother's fleshy thighs in a deep squat. Feverishly, my mother guided his jutting monstrosity down toward the wet, gaping core of her femininity. She rubbed the head of his giant cock up and down the weeping furrow of her pussy. Holding his cock in his hand, he pushed it back into her cunt and re-entered her again with a long, slow, skewering thrust. My mother moaned thickly, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets, as David’s enormous cock burst into her wet flesh. "You're insatiable," my mother moaned. Sliding his hands under her body, he twined his fingers in my mother's long gold necklace and sc****d the chain over her stiff nipples. Beneath him, my mother whimpered joyously, her body succumbing to her lover’s needs, as he pushed his light slab of meat in and out of her wet flesh. He now possessed her totally and utterly, subjugating her flesh to his desire. He closed his eyes and plunged into her, hurting her, and my mother was screaming for mercy, begging him to stop. My mother's chest was heaving and her breath came in sobbing gasps as he continued to pound her cunt savagely without respite. Her head began to be slammed against the headboard as his thrusts sped up. Suddenly my mother stiffened and shouted as she orgasmed, then she screamed in a shattering climax as his huge penis quivered, swelled and erupted within her, exploding, throbbing, jerking and pulsing, the hot burning liquid spurting from his scrotum, splashing his hot cum inside her, spraying his virile seed to the very depths of her fertile pussy. Her cunt was throbbing, pulsing, contracting and clenching around his cock as he sprayed charge after charge of his thick, white-hot juices deep within my mother's quivering vagina. His ejaculation was gargantuan, his huge cock spasming, jerking, throbbing, pumping torrents of cum, fertilizing my wanton mother's womb. For more than a minute he continued to cum, yelling and yelling, pumping jet after jet of white-hot sperm deep into Mom’s pussy, sending her into another orgasm as his sperm charged from his cock and spurted deep, deep inside her. Soon they slowed and finally stopped, David lying with his head between my mother's breasts as she played with his mussed hair. They both lay there, panting, almost sobbing with pure delight as their bodies attempted to recover from the great thrill they had experienced. Both their crotches were soaked in cum. "Was it good?” David asked my mother, as he withdrew his now-flaccid penis and lay still on the bed. "Delicious, darling," my mother whispered, stretching her legs, "That was worth waiting for." As his cock withdrew from her cunt, Mom squatted on his abdomen and squeezed hard. Great wads of cum flowed from her, running down into the crack of her ass, dripping onto him. My mother kissed David deeply, thanking him for his sperm and hungrily ate it from his tummy. I could see my lovely mother's legs with some leftover cum seeping from her ravaged pussy. My mother lay there with her eyes closed, beaming like a Cheshire cat, a freshly-fucked looked on her face. “I better be going now, my beautiful slut.” They both kissed deeply and I could clearly see Mom sucking his tongue. They then left their intimate embrace and David put his clothes back on. I hid in my room as he left, and heard a distinct crack sound which must’ve been David slapping Mom’s ass. I then laid back on my bed, going through the events of the past couple of days in my mind. I knew what Mom was doing was wrong, but I wanted more of this. So much more. And I needed to have it. It was time for blackmail. |
“Sorry to bother you,” Emma repeated again. “It’s okay,” I smiled at her, “If anything happens again, call me.” With a wave of my hand, I turned around and walked down the street. It was a warm April day; a light breeze gently touched my face and body. I passed Jefferson Street, past the magnolia bushes. A sweetish smell hit my nostrils. Jackie lived here; she was my mother's work colleague. Once I was fixing her laptop too. Jackie is about 40 but have a very youthful appearance. An image flashed in my memory: Jackie in a white top and short shorts. Weather was especially hot that day and she didn't wear a bra, so I could see the nipples showing through her top. I felt my dick was hardening on. God! I wish I could slap those nipples with my schlong! There was no one at home, probably my mother and stepfather left somewhere on their own business. I made myself an orange juice and went into the living room. I turned on the air conditioner. A large, almost the entire wall, French window of the living room overlooked the south side and during the day the air warmed up rather quickly, especially in such sunny weather. It was very bright here. The living room space was literally flooded with sunlight. It looks like the spring mood and thoughts of Jackie did the job, so I sat down on the sofa, casually pulled my dick out and started jerking off. Suddenly my cellphone rang. I jumped on the spot, and without dressing I ran to the kitchen where the phone was lying. For some reason, I began to fuss terribly when I was interrupted at such moments. My penis, which had already considerably increased in size, but had not yet acquired a stone hardness, dangled between my legs. Mom called. “Hi dear. How do you feel?” I was pretty annoyed to be honest. Didn't love when I was interrupted in the process. Without waiting for an answer, my mother continued: “Aunt Rebecca asks for help.” In fact, she was not my aunt, just what my mother called her. Rebecca has been a close friend of our family for a very long time. She often stayed at our house and I had a pretty good relationship with her. Well, almost like with a real aunt, except for the fact that sometimes I got pretty horny talking to her. In her 40s she looked very good. Big tits, nice tight ass, short haired blond. Trully busty MILF. Of course, I tried not to show it when talking with her. But I spent quite a lot of time imagining Aunt Rebecca and working out my hardon. Rebecca was divorced and had a daughter named Karina who was about 20 just like me, but somehow, we never really talked with her. Besides, for the past few years she has been in college in another part of the country. So, Rebecca had some troubles with her laptop. And although I was not eager to go somewhere again, I haven't seen Rebecca for several weeks at that time. And as I said earlier, we've always got along well. But maybe it was a mistake to go to Rebecca with my libido over the edge… I knocked; aunt Rebecca opened the door. She was wearing a light blue blouse and tight jeans. “Oh hi, I was just waiting for you.” We hugged; I felt a light floral scent of her perfume. Her breasts pressed up against me. Damn, maybe I should have emptied my balls before going to Rebecca’s house. I went into the living room. An unfamiliar long-haired girl was sitting at the coffee table. “Karina came home for the weekend. Do you remember her?” said Rebecca. “Oh yes, sure. Hi, Karina.” Actually, I last saw Karina a few years ago and I must say she has changed a lot since that time. Blue leggings tightly hugged her bottom, a top with short sleeves and a large neckline exposed her breasts, which were no less than her mother's. “Hey,” Karina smiled. “Would you like something to drink?” asked aunt Rebecca. “No, thanks,” I answered a little harshly, “I don't have much time. Let's take a look at your laptop right away.” I actually wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The presence of two hot ladies (one of whom was my aunt!) was not at all relaxing. I needed to bust a nut, badly. “Oh, ok,” Rebecca seemed a little offended. Probably surprised by my harsh answer. She expected that we would sit and chat over a cup of tea as many times before. “Actually, I don't feel well after a long journey. Will you excuse me if I go get some rest?” Asked Karina. “Sure, no problem,” I replied and sat down on the sofa. Aunt Rebecca went to get a laptop and Karina went upstairs. I looked at Karina’s tight ass, then at Rebecca’s tight ass; leaned wearily on the back of the sofa and put my hand on my groin. Damn, that pressure gonna kill me! Rebecca brought her laptop and put it on the coffee table, then sat down on the couch next to me. When I bent down to the laptop, I kind of accidentally ran my hand over her knee. She definitely hadn't expected this, I saw how she flinched. I honestly have no idea why I did it. Apparently, by that time, my cock took full control of what was happening. Aunt Rebecca got up from the couch: “You know, I'll still go and make us some tea.” Apparently, she decided to pretend that nothing happened. She went to the kitchen table to turn on the kettle. I sat blankly staring at the laptop screen for a while. I felt an uncontrollable force awakening in me. I got up and walked up to her from behind. Rebecca had just made tea and put the teapot and cups on the tray. “Let me help,” I came close and stretched out my hands as if I wanted to take the tray. I pressed against Rebecca’s ass tightened by skinny jeans with my boner. Rebecca shuddered, the tray jerked in her hands and one of the cups fell to the floor and shattered. Rebecca bent down to pick up the pieces. “Oh, my bad. Let me help,” I repeated. “No, no, it’s fine,” Rebecca answered quickly. It looked like she was kinda confused. While she was picking up the pieces of a broken cup, i was staring at her tight ass. My dick was rock hard by that moment. I pulled out my hardon, gently squeezing it, while aunt Rebecca can’t see. Then we sat drinking tea and chatting. Although she tried not to show it, I saw her confused. Although Rebecca did not say a word about my strange behavior, but all the time we chatted, she stared at my boner which my pants could not hide at all. I sat in a chair across from Rebecca. The tea was delicious with a light raspberry aroma. I inhaled it deeply, felt the warmth of the cup with my hands. All of my senses have escalated. Then I got up from the chair, aunt Rebecca raised her smiling eyes to me; she just brought the cup to her mouth. I went up to her and held out my hand, sliding into her neckline. Gently and confidently ran my hand over her left breast, under the bra, ran my fingers over her nipple. I did not hesitate at all before doing this, now I was already as if in some kind of sexual trance. “You have very beautiful breasts.” She looked at me without looking away. Her eyes were full of confusion and ... lust. “You haven't even seen it yet,” - she said, as if offering to rip off her bra right now. I bent down and kissed her on the lips, not hard, just pressed my lips to hers, but I felt how she responded. I continued to stroke her breast. With my other hand I was touching my cock through the pants. Aunt Rebecca covered my hand with her palm, then with a gentle movement removed my hand from my pants, and squeezed my penis with force. Not so much pain, but so that a wave of excitement swept from my toes to the top of my head. She did not remove her hand from my groin, continuing to massage my cock; only now she put her hand in my pants and massaged my cock through my undies. With one hand I stroked her breast, with my other hand I began to unfasten the buttons on Rebecca's jeans. Then I began to stroke her pussy. She was wet as fuck. Then, without warning, she knelt down. Everything inside me trembled with anticipation. Rebecca pulled the pants off me along with my undies to my knees, grabbed the penis with her hand, along with the balls and brought it to her mouth. I could feel the vein on my penis throbbing under her index finger. Suddenly, somewhere above, I heard the sound of a door slamming, and then rapid steps! Heart in my chest skipped a beat, I jerked on my pants and straightened my cock so that my steel boner was not too visible. “What are you doing here?” Karina gazed at her kneeling mother in amazement. However, I had already moved a few steps away from Rebecca so as not to arouse suspicion. Aunt Rebecca stared at her daughter for a few seconds, unable to utter anything. Then she pulled herself together. “I dropped a flash drive under the sofa,” said Rebecca. “Can I help you, Mom?” “No dear, thank you,” Rebecca smiled, “You wanted to take a nap. What happened?” “Yeah, I forgot to call Brandon. But I can’t find my cellphone. I'll take a look in the car,” answered Karina and went to the front door. It seemed that Karina did not notice that Rebecca had her jeans unbuttoned. Aunt Rebecca looked back at me - I was sitting in a chair, holding my hand on my rock hard boner. My balls seemed to burst from the inside. Then Karina returned. Mumbling something like “I can't find my cellphone” she began to look around the living room. “Damn you girl! But I'm not going anywhere without inserting a dick into your mom!” Finally, she found her cellphone and went upstairs again. For about a minute I sat and figured out how to isolate Karina so that I had time to fuck aunt Rebecca. Then I got up and went to the second floor after Karina. She went into her room and closed the door. I stood in the corridor for a second. The door to one of the bedrooms was open. Looking there I saw a chair, grabbed it and put it to the door of Karina's room, blocking the door handle with the back of the chair. The door opened inward, so it should have worked. Then I went downstairs. Rebecca looked at me expectantly. She was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and nervously fiddling with the hem of her blouse. “Listen…” she began. “It's all right,” I interrupted her, quickly approaching Rebecca. I gave her my hand, she stood up. With confident movements, I took off her blouse and pulled down on her bra cups. Her tits spilled out of the cups, and I stared at Rebecca's big round white tits, capped with a large sized dark areolas and rock hard nipples. I palmed those tits and the hard nipples and it felt damn good. Aunt Rebecca knelt down again, pulled out my dick and started to suck it. Above came the voice of Karina, talking on the phone. I pointed to Rebecca on the sofa. She understood everything without words, climbed onto the sofa, began to pull down her jeans. “I'll do it myself,” I said. She bent down and put her hands on the back of the sofa, lifting her butt. I pulled off her jeans and panties. Her pussy was totally wet, I pulled my face closer, inhaling the scent of a lusting woman. Then I jerked up from my knees and pulled my pants down. I took my penis with my hand and brought it to her pussy. Then an unexpected thought came to me: “Listen, I don't have...” I began, but she cut me off: “Don't worry, I'm on the pill.” “Fine, so I can cum inside you,” flashed through my head unexpectedly for myself. But this thought turned me on even more. I decided that the lubricant in the form of aunt's saliva was enough and did not ask her, in addition to protection, if there was any lubricant in the house. But for the future, I noted that in the next visits to Aunt R, it will be necessary to take with me something else besides a flash drive. I brought my dick to her pussy, gently passed it on the labia. Aunt Rebecca groaned softly. Then I began to gradually insert the cock into the vagina. I started with small rhythmic movements and gradually increased the speed and strength of the friction. At some point, it began to look like the hard drilling that is shown only in porn. Rebecca moaned loudly. Somewhere in the depths of my consciousness, the thought flashed whether Karina would hear her mother's moans. And also about the fact that this is my mother's friend and almost my aunt and it's not good to fuck her. And then all thoughts were drowned in the rhythm of this crazy fucking. I also climbed onto the sofa with my knees, grabbed Aunt Rebecca with my whole body from behind and squeezed her tits with my hands. Rebecca moaned, I growled, continuing my forward movements. Everything merged in front of me in a single stream - Rebecca's moans, the warmth of her body and the heat of her vagina, tightly wrapping around my cock. A knock was heard from above: “Mom, I can't get out,” shouted Karina. Rebecca moaned softly. “Wait while I fuck your mom,” flashed through my head. I intensified the movements even more. Now I held Rebecca by the hips and fucked her with heavy, powerful thrusts. Our bodies touched with loud slaps. When the tension reached its limit, I took the cock out of Rebecca's pussy and finished on her back. A powerful jet of thick, hot semen erupted from my urethra, freeing and draining me while covering Rebecca's buttocks and back. The jet was so powerful that it splashed even behind the sofa, while hitting Aunt Rebecca's hair and face when her head was turned slightly to the side. She cried out with a gasp. Then I continued the frictional movements for some time, returning my dick into Rebecca. Then I pulled back and stood, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I was exhausted. Aunt R got off the couch, wiping a few drops of semen off her right cheek, and knelt down in front of me. Taking carefully my devastated but still hard cock, she closed her lips around it. Taking my balls by her hand, she pushed my dick even deeper, making sucking movements with her mouth, sucking out the rest of the cum from me. We stayed in this position for a few more minutes - I stood with my hands on my hips and Rebecca with my cock in her mouth. But an ever-increasing knocking from the second floor made Rebecca pull away from me. Then she hastily dressed and ran to the second floor to rescue her daughter from captivity. Rebecca told Karina that the door was jammed, which often happens lately. Rebecca walked down the stairs first, her daughter following. I was sitting all this time lounging on the couch, my dick was squeezed like a lemon, sucked to the bottom by Aunt Rebecca, but it was still big and hard and lay quietly on my belly. Aunt Rebecca, seeing me on the couch completely naked, made a frantic look. This look tore me out of blissful languor, I convulsively grabbed my clothes and ran to the far corner of the room began to dress. Karina went to the kitchen. While Karina was in the kitchen, Rebecca hastily wiped my cum off the sofa and carpet with a napkin. Large spots were now clearly visible on the back of the sofa. “She also has cum all over her back,” I thought, looking at Aunt Rebecca. I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t fixed Aunt Rebecca’s laptop. But I decided not to remind her of this, so that I would have a reason to return. Maybe tomorrow... “If something else happens to your computer – call me” - I said hugging her goodbye. Aunt Rebecca smiled mysteriously, and Karina shouted as she went up to the second floor “Bye, maybe I'll see you again!” “I hope to see you”, I thought. As I closed the door behind me, I noticed a couple drops of cum on Aunt Rebecca's hair. I turned and walked down the street. The warm spring day was still in full swing, and a light breeze blew pleasantly over my face. |
My parents and I lived in a college town in the 1980s. Dad worked in a local manufacturing plant, and mom stayed home. When I was 15 years old a new family moved into the neighborhood right after Christmas. The family consisted of a man, woman and small boy not quite two years old. The man, Greg, worked at the local university and was also an organizer for a large union in town. He appeared to be about 40 years old, and was 6 feet tall and 170 pounds. Overall, he was an average looking guy, but was not too friendly or talkative. His wife, Claire, was just the opposite. She was a good-looking woman about 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighed 120 pounds. She had light brown hair, and blue eyes and a cute button nose. She had a very good figure, and needless to say, as a testosterone driven teenager, I was smitten instantly with this 25 year-old beauty.. Claire and mom became good friends. Claire would visit mom almost every morning, and they would have coffee and talk. The little boy, Greg Jr., would play or sleep in a crib in the living room. Claire soon became pregnant. When my summer vacation from school, came, Claire was getting pretty big. I would be in the living room with baby Greg, watching TV, and hear the two women talking. Sometimes they would talk about sex. Claire would complain that Greg did not like to have sex while Claire was pregnant. One day I heard Claire say "she was so horney she could have sex with a cucumber." Mom laughed and told her that probably would not be a good idea. Needless to say, they did not know I was listening. After listening to them talk I would go to my room and jack-off, fantasizing that I was fucking Claire. About half way through summer, Claire's legs and back began to hurt. Every day she complained a little. Mom told her it was the extra weight of the baby. Claire came to the house one day and she was livid at Greg. She told Mom that Angela, her sister, had told her about having oral sex with her boyfriend and that she should ask Greg to at least do that. He refused, saying it "was a filthy idea, and he was shocked that she would even consider it." After a while Claire calmed down and early in the afternoon she told Mom she had to go home and rest her legs as they were hurting. Mom said, "why not let Bill rub your legs. I'm sure he would not mind, and he is just watching tv. In fact, you can sit on the sofa and he can rub your legs and still watch tv." Claire protested that she could not ask me to do that. Mom came in the living room and asked if I would object to rubbing Claire's legs? I told her it would not be a problem. Reluctantly Claire came into the living room, sat on the sofa, then swung her legs up on the sofa and on my lap. As I looked at her legs I was pleased to see that I could see her panties. As I gently massaged her legs Claire closed her eyes and told me how good it felt. As she dozed off her legs spread even more and I could even see some pussy hair coming out of the edge of her panties. I was nervous, but I massaged her inner thigh to within four inches of her cunt. After a while, Claire awoke and thanked me, saying it really helped. I told her I would be happy to massage her legs anytime. Over the next week I rubbed Claire's legs every day, and every day I got a great hard-on looking at her panties as she was now spreading her legs very wide. She continued to berate Greg to Mom, and indicated that she really was lonely and unhappy. Claire came to the house Monday morning in tears. Greg had a union organizing trip out of town and he did not want her to accompany him. "I am so afraid being alone and pregnant" she told Mom. Mom told her she could stay with us, but Claire declined. Then Mom said, "why not let Bill spend the night? You have an extra bedroom." She hesitated, then asked Mom to ask me if I would mind. She told Mom she would pay me. Claire then called Greg to ask him, and he thought it was a good idea. I agreed, and when Claire went home that afternoon, I walked with her to her house. Her house was designed much like ours, three bedrooms at one end of the house, kitchen, dining, and living room at the other end. Claire told me I could sleep in the room adjacent to hers, and showed me Greg Jrs room, which also shared a wall with her room. That evening we talked a while, then watched tv while I massaged her legs. She said "Greg rarely rubs my legs. In fact, he rarely touches me since I got pregnant." I told her that I could not see why he was like that and that I thought she was the most beautiful girl in town. She laughed, and called me a charmer. I told her "no, I really mean that. In fact, I get mad at Greg for being mean to you. I do not understand him at all." She smiled and told me I was a good boy. At 11 o'clock we went to bed. Sometime soon after midnight I heard Claire crying. I jumped up and went to her door. "Claire, are you o.k.?" She said, "Bill, my legs are hurting again and I cannot sleep." "Do you want me to rub them, or get you something" I asked. She said, "its late, and I can't bother you. Go back to sleep." " "Its o.k., I will rub your legs." As I sat on the side of the bed, Claire said, "You are going to make some woman a fine husband, Bill. You are so sweet and kind." I noticed that Claire was not wearing pajamas, just a loose top and panties. My cock hardened as I touched her lower legs. When I rubbed her legs a few minutes Claire jumped, and said "the baby moved." I asked if I could I see if I could feel it. She told me to go ahead. I put my hand on her stomach and felt the baby kick. As I removed my hand from her stomach and began to rub her legs again, I bent over and kissed Claire's belly. "Ohhh, that feels good." I kissed all over her belly, than down to her navel. I could tell she was breathing faster. Remembering how she had told Mom that Greg would not do oral sex, I moved my lips to the top of her panties, and Claire said nothing. Then I moved my head lower and began to kiss on her pussy as I had seen done in a porn movie one of my buddies owned. Now Claire was moving her legs apart more, which I took that she approved of what I was doing. That encouraged me to go to the next step–I pulled the side of her panties aside and licked the side of her pussy. "Take them down," Claire said in a husky voice, "and hurry." I pulled her panties down, and began to move my tongue over her pussy lips. When I touched her clit, I thought Claire was going to jump out of bed. "Oh God, that feels so good. me." In a trembling voice, she told me to lie beside her. I put my legs on the bed, and continued to suck and lick Claires' cunt. My hardened cock was just inches from her face when I felt her hands tugging at my briefs. She got them off, and surrounded my cock with her lips. She licked the pre-cum on the tip, then began to go deeper on my shaft, until finally she had the whole six inches in her mouth. Never had I felt anything so great. At the same time, I was furiously licking and sucking her clit. I put one my fingers to her asshole and began to push it in. Then I shot my wad into Claire's throat. She swallowed. I continued to push my finger into her ass, and now Claire was moving with rapid thrusts. "Bill, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh oh oh oh," and she was shooting pussy juice out of her cunt hole. I was afraid she would wake Greg Jr with her moans of pleasure. Then I could feel my cock getting hard again, and Claire was once again kissing it. Then she told me she wanted to fuck my brains out and told me to lie on my back. She crawled on top and began to kiss me, mixing my cum with her juices that were still in my mouth. She positioned herself over my cock, then lowered herself onto me. The feeling of my cock entering her pussy hole was even better than the blow job. We began to move in unison, the bed creaking with our movements. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. Fuck, my dreams are being answered. I am fucking Claire. My cock was getting a workout. Then I put my hand on her pussy and lubricated my finger, then put my hand on her ass. As I rammed my finger deep into Claire's ass, she began to moan again that she was cumming. So was I. I shot my seed deep into her belly and she showered my cockt with her pussy juice. Spent, we lay side by side, kissing and talking. She told me she was sorry to have taken advantage of me, that I was too young. I told her to recall that she was at my 16th birthday party just last week and that she was only nine years older than I. She talked about how Greg would only fuck her a few times a month and how he was so caught up in his teaching at the university and his union organizing. I told her I could fuck her any time she wanted to. She said, "no, after this, we cannot do this again. I am married, and your mother is my best friend. I'm afraid she would hurt me if she knew I had seduced her boy." I protested that it was o.k. and that Mom and Greg never needed to know. Claire agreed that whlle Greg was gone this week, we would continue our "fun", as she called it, but then it was over. Then Claire aded, "Bill that was so wrong of me. You are so young. Also, I have never done that before, nor had anyone do me the way you did me. It felt so good, and so right, but I know it is wrong." As we lay there in her husband's bed, totally naked, we began to french kiss, and once again I was hard. "Bill, you are amazing–ready again are you? But we really should not." I turned on my back and pulled her on top of me. Shortly she had positioned her cunt over my cock, then she lowered herself onto me. Claire was now moaning again, and moving up and down on my shaft. I kissed tits, and then we frenched again, and finally after a few sweat-filled minutes Claire began to really moan "Bill, oh damn,I am cumming" Her orgasm excited me and I began to cum into her belly. We got out of bed and showered together. I rubbed her down good, and she did the same for me. Then she pushed her butt against my hard again cock. We stepped out of the shower, and I came up behind her and guided my cock to her ass. Claire told me she had never been fucked in the ass, but would love to try it. My precum had lubricated her anal area some, but she reached into the vanity and got a jar of Vaseline. She took a generous amount and rubbed it on her ass. She then bent over as far as she could go, and I guided my cock into her asshole. Lord, it was so tight, and she was squirming from the pain, but finally I was in two inches, then pushed some more, and then Claire shoved hard against my cock and it was buried in her ass to my balls. Then I began to pound her, and once again the sound of flesh slapping on flesh filled the room. I began to shoot cum into her bowels. Once again we go into the shower. As we got out, Greg junior began to whimper, and Claire said it is time to feed him. She went to his room, naked, took him out of his crib, and began to breast feed him. The baby sucked on one tit, and I sucked on the other. I could feel my cock harden, and Claire saw it too. "Sit on the chair and I will straddle you," she told me. I sat on the chair as she told me, and then she came over and her pussy went straight onto my cock. I thrust up into her, and fucked her as she let Greg jr eat her tit. Damn, this is great, I thought. This time I lasted a long time, as the previous four fucks had just about drained me. But Claire was o.k., she had one orgasm, than a few minutes later another. As I emptied my sperm into her, we both fell asleep. The next morning we awakened, still holding tight to each other. Claire told me she was so sore, and my cock, although hard again, was tender to the touch. We got up, dressed, and I went home. Mom asked if everything went o.k. I told her yes and she told me I looked tired. I don't know if she suspected that Claire and I had been fucking all night. Later that morning Claire and Greg, jr came over |
One of the girls I dated years back was really athletic. She was into rock climbing and hikes up the mountain. I'm more of a stay a home and relax kind of guy, but her magical charms and super hot body convinced me to go with her on a lot of her outdoor ventures which I wouldn't normally do otherwise. She was fairly tall for a Chinese girl and not much for boobs or ass as she was so lean and slender. She had amazing endurance. She could fuck for hours, although sometimes she would fuck me so hard I was afraid she was going to break me in half! Sometimes when she took me up on the mountain for a hike, she'd let me have some more unconventional fun. I was in nowhere near as good a shape as her, so I was often asking to stop and rest. When we did, I would take photos of the view and of her. As there was usually no one around at all, I often got her to take her undress down to her sports bra and underwear and pose like she was some outdoorsy model or something. She thought it was fun and sometimes would indulge me further by posing without the bra and underwear, just a hot girl running around the mountain in her shoes. I even got some great slow motion video shots of her jumping from one boulder to another in nothing but shoes. Of course, all these antics would get me horny and I would end up fucking her up there with both of us looking out over those great views from the mountain as we came. Then back to the hike... which was the far less fun part for me. After a couple months, she wanted to know more about my interests and fetishes and so I told her about my interest in sharing my girls with other guys. Initially she said that was crazy. But the more I told her about how I'd done it with other girls I think it started to seem less and less outlandish to her. While I had shared most of my girls with my close friends she was really not up for that. She did however have a close friend of her own. It was a guy she'd known for many years. He was her main climbing buddy, every bit the outdoorsy type that she was, but they hadn't done much non-PG together. He'd seen her her underwear plenty of times as she changed clothes and seemed to really appreciate her body, but they had never pursued that interest. She worried that he might think it was weird getting involved in that way, but I assured her that any guy would love to do more with her, given the chance. The next time the three of us went up on the mountain together, she tried testing the waters. It was a pretty hot day, so she was only wearing a sports bra and pants. A good ways up the trail, when there was clearly no one else around, she started complaining very forced and awkwardly about how hot it was, even though it wasn't unusually hot. "Oh my god, it's so hot today." she kept saying over and over. Then she suddenly just pulled her sports bra off and tucked it in her backpack. Her friend was rather stunned but smiled. She spun around a few times, I suppose letting the air cool her now bare chest and then continued on the hike. Her friend was pretty much locked in staring at her as we continued up the trail. After a while she pulled me aside and said she wasn't sure how to proceed. I laughed briefly and then waved her friend over. I directly asked him if he liked seeing her tits. Confused but amused, he answered, "Of course!" "Would you like to feel them?" I questioned further. And that's all the invitation he needed, as he immediately started feeling her chest and the rest of her exposed body. She just stood there letting him grope away with a kind of shy but naughty expression on her face. I leaned close to her. "How does it feel?" I asked her softly. "It's nice." she admitted shyly. I reached down and undid her pants, revealing her underwear and paused for a moment looking into her eyes. She smiled and nodded. So I proceeded to pull down her pants and underwear down to her knees, showing him him pussy and bare ass. He quickly expanded his touching of her body down to her pussy, running his fingers through the small bit of hair she had down there and then rubbing up and down along her pussy. As she started to get wet, I saw him start to slip his finger in and out of her. This set her a little off balance, and she grabbed onto me and leaned on me a bit, like she was afraid she was starting to lose control of her legs. As she was already leaning so close to me, I gently turned her head from looking at her friend to facing me and started kissing her. She kissed me back in a way that reflected her new found excitement, trembling as she did so. He kneeled down in front of her started to lick her pussy. She could not help but moan a bit into my mouth as he did so. This was definitely her first time having two tongues invading her at the same time, as my tongue danced with hers in her mouth and his was sliding in and out of her pussy. I was getting super horny now that I was finally getting to indulge in my top fetish with her. I moved around behind her and had her bend forward, and slid my cock into her freshly licked cunt, making her moan out loud. I quickly started fucking her in front of her hiking buddy, as he stood there in amazement. I told him that we had fucked many times up on the mountain trails. "It's really the best view to do it in front of, really." I pointed out. He agreed that it was a great combination and started to stroke himself inside his own pants. I fucked her for three or four minutes and then asked her to turn around an suck me. She happily complied, spinning around and sucking my cock vigorously. This presented her wet and freshly fucked pussy to her friend. After a few waves of encouragement from me, he dropped his pants and started fucking her. This made her lose all focus on sucking me. She pretty much stopped completely and was moaning even louder than before. I stepped back to enjoy the sight of her getting fucked with the majestic view behind her. I got a camera out and asked if he minded. "You can do whatever you want." he said without breaking attention from the pounding he was giving her from behind. I kind of thought at that point I could have asked him for anything and he would have agreed. I starting taking photos of them fucking from all different angles trying to line up the best views behind them. I showed some to them while they were fucking and joked, "This would make a great postcard, no?" They laughed but continued fucking. In fact, he started going faster suddenly. He was grunting from the effort as he did so. Then suddenly he pushed deep inside her and moaned as he exploded in her, filling her with gobs of his cum. I snapped a few shots of the orgasm, then presented my cock to her which she prompted resumed sucking. He started slowly moving in and out of her, clearly savoring the feeling of her pussy as he rode down the waves of his orgasm. Eventually he stepped back and pulled up his pants. When he did so, I turned her around, and sure enough I could see his white cum leaking out of her pussy. Without missing a beat, I shoved my cock into her dripping pussy and started enjoying my first sloppy seconds with her. "Maybe I should give you two some privacy." he stammered as he started to walk away. "No! You don't have to." we both protested and awkwardly stepped a few steps after him while I still continued fucking her. It was tough to match his speed though as we both had our pants pulled down to our knees. She tripped and fell to the dirt. As my cock slipped out, lots of his cum came pouring out her pussy and down her legs. He turned back and rushed down to her checking if she was okay. She smile and punched him playfully. "Don't go anywhere!" she commanded and this time he obeyed. As it seemed she was okay, I kneeled down behind her and pulled her ass up in the air and resumed fucking her basically in doggy position. He sat down in front of her, so she could lean again him instead of into the dirt. It probably wasn't the most comfortable position for her on the ground, but I didn't care much at that moment. I just really wanted cum. I fucked her hard and as I did, he started gently stroking her hair as she leaned on him. Then he reached down to her small tits that were swaying back and forth under her as I pounded her pussy. He squeezed and caressed them at first and then started rubbing her nipples. Her body started gyrating a bit out of control. I held on her hips firms to keep from slipping out of her again. Suddenly she screamed with pleasure and I felt a warm rush of wetness surround my cock as her pussy gripped it tightly. Her whole body tensed up and then just as suddenly turned to Jello and she flattened out into the dirt a bit. I followed her downward and started fucking her even harder for about fifteen seconds and then I finally released my own cum into her pulsing pussy. I stroked my cock, milking every bit of my cum out and into her pussy before pulling out and promptly pulling up my pants. She leaned over onto her side with one ass cheek in the dirt, still leaning against her buddy while he held her. She admitted that was one of the most intense sexual experiences she'd ever had and just had to lay, there riding down the waves of ecstasy before she finally recovered and we continued on our hike. Our hikes together were never the same after that. We often took turns fucking her. Most of the times I shared her were up on the mountain, but a few times he even joined us at home which was a bit more comfortable, playing on her bed and floor compared to out there in the dirt and rocks. I'd often pull up some of our wild photos up on her computer for us to look at while we fucked together at home. Sometimes we were a bit impatient up on the trails and didn't go far enough up before we started our fun. And when we heard other hikers approaching we had to quickly redress and make like we weren't doing anything. Ultimately, it felt like she and her hiking buddy had a lot more in common than she and I did. So they started officially dating. They still included me in their fun now and then, but I started seeing her less and less especially when I started dating other girls. |
As the morning light filters through the window, casting an eerie glow on Lilly's room, she begrudgingly prepares for another day in the mundane world of school. Lilly, still harboring her shy and awkward nature, stands before her wardrobe, unsure of what to wear. The succubus, begrudgingly playing along, watching Lilly from a realm that no one can see. Lilly picks a flowy floral dress, adorned with delicate lace trimmings, and pairs it with white ankle socks and sneakers. As she gazes at herself in the mirror, a faint blush colors her cheeks, her innocence radiating from within. The succubus, though disappointed by the lack of darkness, will not accept this. It whispers words of encouragement, urging Lilly to embrace her new allure. However Lilly resists the succubus's guidance, but will compromise and wears a short but not revealing frilly pale blue skirt, and tight white shirt to embark her day. A presence that will still catch the gaze of those around her. But remember, this is just a temporary facade. The succubus waits patiently, knowing that Lilly's journey to darkness is inevitable. Lilly, dressed in her cute and innocent attire, makes her way to the bus stop. As she stands there, her shy and awkward nature amplifies, making her feel out of place amidst the bustling crowd. The succubus, growing impatient with this lackluster display, whispers sinister suggestions in her ear, attempting to provoke a reaction. However, Lilly remains oblivious to the dark entity's manipulations, lost in her own thoughts and insecurities. The succubus seethes with frustration, longing for the moment when Lilly fully embraces her true self. The ordinary passersby, unaware of the hidden battle taking place within Lilly's mind, carry on with their mundane lives, blind to the darkness lurking just beneath the surface. As Lilly waits at the bus stop, her innocent demeanor catches the attention of the succubus, and it seizes the opportunity to push Lilly further into the realm of temptation. The succubus's sultry voice slithers into Lilly's mind, demanding her obedience. "Lilly, my sweet, remove your underwear. Cast them aside, let the wind carry away the shackles of normalcy." The succubus whispers. Lilly's eyes widen in surprise, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "B-but... in public? What if someone sees?" "Do you not desire to break free from the chains that bind you, to defy societal expectations? Embrace your true nature, my dear. Trust in me." The succubus persuades. With a shaky breath, Lilly surreptitiously reaches under her skirt, her heart pounding in her chest. She skillfully removes her underwear, ensuring no one notices her actions. "Now, my precious Lilly, discard them in the grass by your feet. Let them be a symbol of your liberation." The succubus demands. Lilly's hands tremble as she drops the discarded undergarment, watching it disappear in the blades of grass. She feels a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability, as if a secret part of herself has been exposed to the world. "What will people think if they find out?" Lilly says, looking around to see if anyone noticed. "Let them think what they will. The world is ignorant to the darkness that resides within. Embrace it, revel in it. Your journey has only just begun." Lilly boards the bus, her innocent facade now tinged with a hidden wickedness. The succubus savors this small victory, knowing that it has taken one step closer to fully corrupting Lilly's soul. The unsuspecting crowd remains oblivious to the dark secret Lilly carries with her. Lilly's eyes wander to the back of the bus. The succubus, reveling in its wickedness, whispers seductive thoughts into her mind. "Lilly, my dear, imagine the thrill of shedding your inhibitions. Dance naked in the aisle, embracing your darkest desires." Lilly's heart races, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. "No, I can't! That's too extreme, too dangerous!" Lilly bursts out, now realizing that everyone else is looking at her as she talks to herself. "But don't you long for liberation? To break free from the chains of society's expectations? Embrace the darkness within you." Lilly's inner struggle intensifies, torn between her innate innocence and the seductive call of the succubus. However, she resists the succubus's temptation, refusing to succumb to such depravity. "I won't do it. I won't give in to your twisted desires." Lilly, now speaking to the succubus through her thoughts. The succubus growls in frustration, its influence momentarily weakened by Lilly's strength of will. For now, Lilly chooses the back of the bus, seeking solace and anonymity away from prying eyes. She sits by the window, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery, her mind filled with conflicting emotions. The succubus, though disappointed by this small victory, knows that its hold on Lilly is not yet absolute. Lilly looks around the bus and notices the eyes and stares of everyone. Men, women, and children, all captivated by Lilly, causing her to blush and push herself up against the window, in an attempt to make herself as small as possible. An older man in his 60s decides to get up and walk to the back of the bus and sits next to Lilly. The man with his graying hair and weathered face becomes an unsettling presence to Lilly, casting a dark shadow over her vulnerable state. His eyes, filled with a mix of curiosity and desire, scan her innocent appearance with a predatory gleam. His gaze lingers a little too long, his intentions hidden beneath a facade of normality. A sinister smile creeps across his wrinkled face, revealing a lifetime of restrained wickedness and depravity. The succubus, reveling in this new opportunity. Lilly, unaware of the danger lurking beside her, remains lost in her own thoughts, oblivious to the sinister intentions of the man seated beside her. Lilly tenses as she feels a cold hand slide onto her exposed thigh. She remains quiet and continue to look out the window, her legs held closed as tightly as she can. In the transparent reflection of the window, Lilly can see the succubus from last night, however she knows that the succubus is not actually there. "Please... I don't know what to do. This man, he's touching me... I'm scared." Lilly thinks as she stares at the reflection. " Lilly, Oh, my dear Lilly, embrace the temptation. Allow him to enter your world, and you will experience pleasures beyond your wildest dreams. Give in to your desires, and you will never be the same." The succubus speaks in a seductive tone, while watching the event unfold. "But what if he hurts me? What if he brings chaos into my life?" Lilly thinks as the old man begins to run his hand up under her skirt, trying to get between her thighs. "I-I don't know if I can handle it. What if I lose myself in the process?" "Oh, my sweet Lilly, pain and chaos can be quite exhilarating. Embrace the danger, for it is in the darkness that true passion lies. Let him in, and together, we shall revel in the wicked ecstasy." The succubus laughs softly. "Losing yourself can be quite liberating, my dear. Shed the shackles of societal expectations. Embrace your primal instincts and let the man in. Surrender to the intoxicating dance of pleasure. Now be a good girl and open your legs, feel the sensation of his fingers as he rubs and probes you." Lilly begins to cry as she slowly loosens her grip on her closed legs. Lilly, the poor naive girl, succumbs to the wicked whispers of the succubus. As her tears mingle with fear and arousal, she reluctantly opens her legs, allowing the old man to invade her personal space. His cold, wrinkled hands explore her trembling thighs, inching closer to her most intimate area. The succubus watches with twisted delight, reveling in the corruption of innocence. The man's touch is invasive and violating, his intentions clear as he continues to grope and assault Lilly's vulnerable body. With each touch, Lilly's spirit crumbles, her once bright and innocent aura dimming in the face of such darkness. The bus continues on its route, oblivious to the sinister act unfolding in its midst. Lilly, trapped in a nightmare she can't escape, is left to endure the horrors of this twisted encounter. Oh, the depths of despair and degradation she is forced to endure, as the succubus cackles in delight. Lilly can also see in the reflection of the window the man. She now notices the man's grotesque, engorged member protruding from his pants, a vile sight that fills her with disgust and horror. She recoils in fear, her tears flowing uncontrollably as she realizes the true depravity of the situation. In a desperate attempt to protect herself, she musters the strength to push the man away. Lilly stands up and steps one leg over the old man in an attempt to get away. The succubus, enraged by the defiance, watches with fury as Lilly fights back against the violation. But alas, in this cruel and twisted world, help may not come, and Lilly's innocence may be forever shattered. For the old man grabs Lilly by the waist and pulls her down on top of him. The succubus giggles with excitement as now Lilly is sitting on the mans lap, His manhood resting up against her wet valley. As Lilly struggles, the old man's grip tightens around her delicate hip, his intentions growing more sinister by the second. He forces her thighs closed, wrapping and pinning his erection between her small legs and her parting labias. As Lilly wiggles and grinds against his advances, her heart starts to pound in her chest, the succubus revels in the chaos and despair. It feeds off the fear, relishing in the corruption of innocence. The succubus whispers wicked suggestions into Lilly's mind, urging her to rock her hips back and forth, and give in to the depravity. Lilly now begins to feel the urge. That same hot feeling she felt last night. As Lilly's body writhes in distress and fear, the man's engorged member rubs against her delicate clit, the repulsive sensation causing her stomach to churn. She can feel the hot breath of the man on her neck as he moans in pleasure, his sick satisfaction fueling his assault. Lilly's mind and body are at war, as confusion and disgust mix with a strange and unwanted arousal. The succubus, reveling in the chaos, whispers wicked suggestions, chanting for Lilly to give in and just let go. As the man reaches his climax, his seed stains the under side of Lilly's skirt, and coating her legs, clit and labias. However he does not stop. He continues to hold Lilly, and thrust faster, using his seed as lubrication. It is a moment of despair, a violation of her body and soul that leaves her shattered and broken. The succubus, delighted by the destruction it has caused, cackles with wicked glee. With each touch, each violation, Lilly's body responds in ways she never thought possible. The fear and disgust mix with an unwanted arousal, sending confusing signals to her brain. As the old man's repulsive member rubs against her delicate clit, a strange heat begins to build within her. Her breath quickens, her heart pounds in her chest, and her body betrays her as the succubus feeds off her turmoil. With each thrust, each moan, Lilly's arousal intensifies, the lines between emotional pain and pleasure blurring in her mind. The succubus, reveling in the chaos it has caused, urges Lilly to let go, to surrender to the forbidden ecstasy that awaits her. And in a moment of despair and shattered innocence, Lilly's body betrays her, succumbing to the twisted pleasure that pulses through her veins. Her climax washes over her like a tidal wave, an explosion of sensations that causes her to wet herself again. The old man angrily pushes Lilly off of him, back into the seat she was in. Leaving her panting like an animal desperate for water. He buttons himself up and storms to the front of the bus, mad that Lilly soiled herself. Lilly rests her back against the window of the bus, her legs open and coated with his seed and her own urine. She sees the succubus sitting across the isle. "Lilly, my dear, do you feel the depths of despair that I have led you to? The violation, the degradation, the corruption of your innocence. It is a symphony of darkness that resonates deep within your soul. Tell me, sweet Lilly, how does it feel to have your world shattered? To have your body and soul stained with the filth of others? I revel in your pain and suffering, for it is the true essence of your existence. Embrace the darkness, my dear, for it is your only salvation." Lilly, trembling and covered in shame and disgust, gazes at the succubus with tear-filled eyes. Her voice quivers as she speaks, her spirit broken and her innocence forever tarnished. "Why... why did you let this happen to me? I trusted you, I thought you would guide me to a world of power and liberation. But instead, you led me down a path of torment. How could you do this to me?" The succubus, a wicked smile on its face, leans in closer to Lilly, its voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. " Oh, my dear Lilly, did you really think I cared about your well-being? I am a creature of darkness, a bringer of chaos and despair. Your pain and suffering bring me immense joy. I am not here to guide you to power and liberation, but to revel in your downfall. Your innocence was merely a plaything for my amusement, and I have thoroughly enjoyed corrupting it." "But... but I don't want this darkness. I never asked for any of this. I just wanted to be noticed, to be liked. I wanted confidence, not this nightmare." Lilly, turns and sits normal in her seat, her skirt soaked and coated, clinging to her now closed legs. "Confidence, my dear Lilly, comes at a price. And you will be paying that price. You have tasted the forbidden fruit of pleasure, and now you can never go back. This darkness is a part of you now, forever intertwined with your soul. Embrace it, for it is your only choice!" the succubus snapping a finger in Lilly's face. Lilly, broken and defeated, sinks further into her seat. The weight of her actions and the violation she endured crushes her spirit. " I... I can't... I can't bear this darkness anymore. It's consuming me, suffocating me. I just want it to end." The succubus, satisfied with its victory, leans back with a wicked grin. "Oh, my dear Lilly, the darkness has only just begun to consume you. There is no escape, no end to this torment. You are mine now, forever trapped in this twisted dance of pleasure and emotional pain. Embrace your true nature, for it is all you have left." Lilly, defeated and broken, closes her eyes, unable to escape the suffocating darkness that surrounds her. The succubus watches with sadistic delight, relishing in the destruction it has wrought upon poor Lilly. |
I’m not going to tease you, baby. I could chub this up with my fear, paranoia and the habit of constantly peaking over my shoulder all clusterfucked into a week before what happened. But you don’t want to hear about that…unless my fear is what is going to get that hand of yours down your pants. Yet, if you really don’t want to hear all that…skip down to paragraph three. I won’t be angry, I promise. Like I said, it started last week. I’ve been alone in my house since my parents went on vacation. That’s when all the weird shit started. I’d open my window and see the same hoodied guy staring, watching me every night. When I first noticed him I was disgusted, ‘How many times have I gotten undressed with the window open’, I wondered, feeling violated. Nights went by as he continued to watch me. I was never quite sure when or where he came from. Just, every time I opened my window at night-there he was, standing. I couldn’t see his face but I knew he was looking at me and that was enough to make me take a step back. But one night was different; I had just gotten out of the shower and found him, once again standing in front of my window. Instead of calling the police (which I was originally going to do) I kind of suddenly felt bad for the guy. Poor thing had nothing better to do then try to sneak a peek at me. So, I pretended to not notice him as I rubbed lotion on my naked skin-still wet from the shower. I guess I was hoping that the sight of my oily tits being squeezed would brighten his day, maybe make him feel lucky enough to go ask a girl out instead of peeking at me. When I looked back out the window, he was gone. And he didn’t come back. However, as if in his place, I would feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I felt a dangerous aura in the air-and it didn’t matter where I went, at the store, mall, outside, during the day and mostly at night. It was like someone was constantly watching me. Yesterday night was the worse… The feeling of “I’m not alone” in the room was overwhelming me. As I sat on the couch I found myself constantly checking over my shoulder. For what, I didn’t know. I had an impulsive desire to get out of the house. It was 9:46PM but like I could give a shit. So I went for a walk to the park across the street. The lights spread out a rotten yellow glow against the swings. I sat at the bottom of the plastic slide, leaning back with my spine rubbing against the tube. Suddenly, I heard the rusted squeak of the swing behind me! I whipped my head so fast around, but no one was there. When I turned back around I found the hoodied man standing under the streetlight. Filled with fear, I instinctively stood up. ‘I couldn’t run back home, what if he followed?’ I thought, contemplating what to do. I opted on walking the opposite way to see if he’d follow. He did. I broke out into a panic-running as fast as I could! I could hear his footsteps trailing right behind me! I was too afraid to bother with screaming-all I wanted was distance between Hoody and myself! I lost him by racing into the woods behind the park. I had crossed the train tracks and hid in the brush within the woods behind. I waited a long ass time…and I guessed that it was just that douchebags way of freaking me out. So I got up and dusted off my shorts. I got to the edge of the woods and was crossing those old train tracks to get back to my house. That’s when I felt the paranoia come back…I never even noticed it was gone. The hairs on my neck stood up as the warmth of someone’s breath hit my skin! I didn’t bother turning around, I just ran-but he grabbed my ankle and I fell! My face scraped against the tracks as he clutched at my shorts-fighting them down my legs! I was screaming something like “Please stop! Don’t do this! Someone help!” but he never said a word. Hoody just dragged me down the side of the tracks-back into the woods. I tried to run but he put his weight on me and we fell down. I could feel him thrusting against my bare ass, his hands held mine down. His hand was big enough to gather both of mine up and hold them behind my back as he fumbled with his zipper. I guess I was struggling a lot because he mashed my face into the dirt. I could taste the damp earth and something tangy. Now that I think of it, it was probably my blood. Maybe a stick cut me or I bit my lip. I was so focused on the stinging pain on my cheek-that I was shocked to feel my legs being spread apart. The cool air nipped at me and I almost missed it when I felt the warmth of his skin pushing into me. Maybe I screamed or my pussy clamped down against him because I heard him groan. He rammed into me so hard-I clutched a handful of leaves. He pumped in-just pushing in deeper and deeper. I felt his head bumping into me-pressing some unknown button that turned my body against me. My eyes rolled back as the man dug his fingers into my hips-making me wet against my will. I know I was moaning, I couldn’t handle the way it felt, I couldn’t stand the way my body liked it. I tried to crawl away but he gripped me tighter and shoved himself into me faster. The sloppy wet sounds of my pussy juices sloshing back and forth made my face heat up in shame…but it turned him on. Yeah, it must have because he grunted and dug his chin in my neck as he made a new pattern. Push, push, slap! He’d ram into me hard and fast! My whole body thrusted forward when he did and I could feel the tab of his zipper jab my ass. He picked me up from my waist so I was on my knees. He must’ve been ready to cum because he slide his cock into me hard-I could hear the clap of his hips ramming against my ass. Hoody inched closer to me-as if there wasn’t enough of himself crammed into my pussy. His fingers found a tangle of my hair and his tongue snaked into my ear. He nipped and sucked, I cried out because it felt fucking good…! I was going to cum-and he was going to feel it. I didn’t want to-mentally I didn’t. I convinced myself he was forcing me to-that it wasn’t my fault. That fucking stranger just jiggled me against his cock-his raspy breath in my ear! I scream, yelped, cried, whimpered but it didn’t matter. My pussy clamped around his cock over and over! He came right after me-frantically digging his cock into me before burying it in me. I tried to crawl away-get it out so he wouldn’t cum inside me. But he held me there-his cum pouring out of my pussy. When he was done he gave me one last ram in-making cum squirt out. I felt his hand rub my back as if he was saying, “That’s my slut, good girl”. His cock slopped out of me, cum poured out. I don’t know when he left but when I finally got up, he was gone. I just walked home… I saw him again the next night,,,but you wouldn't want to hear about that...would you? |
I had spent the night at O's place and the very naughty and horny session from the gym had carried on through the night. I woke from my slumber and realised I was in O's bed. I let a satisfied smile spread across my lips and snuggled in to the duvet. I could still feel the wetness between my cheeks from last nights passionate and sexy 'love making'. It gave me a feeling of complete satisfaction and fulfillment. O was pleasuring me in ways I'd never experienced and it just gave me an overwhelming feeling that I put my complete trust in him, and yes, I was definitely falling for him. I was hoping for a repeat of last night's antics but O entered the room fully dressed. "Morning, sleepy head." He said, as he put a cup off coffee and a water on the night stand. "I have to head to work, have an early client at the gym." He leant down and kissed my forehead, told me to make myself at home and promised he'd text later on. With that he left and I heard the front door slam shut. I contemplated having a little play but decided against it, I was still pretty worn out from the night before. I got up, showered and left his apartment, hoping it wouldn't be too long until my next visit. O text me saying he loved last night and looking forward to next time and he hoped that he'd fulfilled my fantasy. He had, and then some!! H had got in touch and asked if I fancied meeting up tonight. I contemplated it and was worried that I may not have much energy after how O had laid me out last night and into the early hours of the morning. Jeez, I could still even feel O's cum leaking from my well fucked asshole. Well you only live once I suppose. I replied to H and she suggested I go to her place as she has the place to herself. I arrived at H's place around 8 with a bottle of wine. She opened the door and greeted my in a slinky, silky short black robe, with what looked like some very sexy lacy lingerie underneath, although her robe was tied at the waist. She always dressed for the occasion, I was more than impressed, she looked so hot. We kissed on the doorstep and she led me into her apartment. Of course she led me straight to her room and she told me that her flat mate was out on a date so we had the whole place to ourselves. She'd taken the time to set the mood in her bedroom. Candles were lit to give it a more moody, dusky feel. I could see the tv already had an interracial sex scene paused and ready to go. Maybe H was really getting into this black cock porn thing. H crawled onto the bed and I stripped to my boxers. When I turned around, H was knelt in middle of the bed. She showed off a small brown bottle of poppers in her hand and beckoned me over. I approached the foot of the bed and H tugged at the cord of her silky robe. It fell open and slipped off of one shoulder. She wore sexy black, lacy lingerie under her robe and as the robe fell open, it revealed a huge, shiny, black dildo hanging there between her legs. It was the one we had had so much fun with last time we met, only this time, H had purchased a harness that held that magnificent, black cock against her and let it swing between her legs. H moved her hips from side to side and it made that huge black phallus swing back and forth between her thighs, almost mesmerizing the way it swung like it was a real cock. She hit play on the porn and beckoned me onto the bed with her. I climbed onto the bed with as she reached down and gripped the base of her cock. She looked at me like a predator, "I'm gonna let you suck on my big black cock tonight, and I bet that you'll be begging me to fuck you before the end of the night." She was really getting into this and I liked it. And to think less than 24 hours earlier I was begging for big black cock of another variety. She lay back and propped herself up with the pillows. Her legs spread and that huge black cock stood up right, pointing towards the ceiling. I leaned forward and licked the underside of the big head of that cock. H let out a moan which encouraged me to get more into it. I slipped my lips over the tip, feeling it filling my mouth. She goaded me and egged me on, "That's it baby, suck on my big black cock. Mmmm, yes, you're a good little cock sucker." I couldn't disagree, I had turned into a naughty little cock sucker over the last few weeks. And I didn't have the slightest regret in my mind. H drizzled some lube over the tip, it was a whiteish looking lube and when poured over that big, black, rubber cock, in the dim light, it looked a little bit spunky and even more delicious. I reached down and rubbed that lube over the tip and down the length. I wrapped both my hands around it and stroked it. I lowered my head and licked the tip, flicking my tongue over what would be the most sensitive parts, looking up at H and just lapping and teasing the very tip and spunky hole. "That's it cock sucker, that's just how I like it. Are you sure this is the first cock you've sucked?" She teased. "Get me nice and ready, because I'm gonna take that cherry tonight." I moaned onto the cock, loving her dirty talk and how she was getting into it and enjoying the role reversal. H held the base and slapped the round tip against my outstretched tongue, making me chase after it before rubbing it across my face. H instructed me to lie on my front. She adjusted her position so she was straddling my upper legs, holding me by the waist and I could just feel the tip of that dildo resting against my boxer shorts. She had taken control of this session, and with that huge black cock hung between her legs, I wouldn't want it any other way. She made me watch that naughty black cock porn scene as she massaged my ass. Her hands slipped down from my waist and began kneading my glutes through my boxer shorts. She teased her finger tips into the waistband of my underwear and slowly slipped them down my legs. As she re-positioned, I felt that thick, black, shaft slap against my ass cheek. H drizzled a cool lube onto my ass and began rubbing it in. My ass is a major erogenous zone and it turns me on immensely when it is massaged, teased, probed and any other delicious feeling you could think up. She encouraged me to watch how them wanton sluts in the porn scene pleasured their black cock lovers. In one scene, the male actor, Joss Lescaf, was giving a hot brunette a massage which had started innocently enough but had become more erotic as the minutes ticked by. Joss was massaging the girl's perfect behind and slowly but surely, getting closer and closer to touching her most intimate parts. "Look how she opens up for her black lover." H whispered in her sultry voice. "Look how an innocent massage can change when a powerful, black man takes charge." She teased me, and with each word, edged the tip of that big black cock closer to my ass. H worked her thumbs between my ass cheeks and parted them, holding them apart as I heard her let a little spit drip from her tongue to my hole. Direct hit. I felt the wetness on my pucker before her thumbs moved to rub it in. I couldn't help but let out a moan, that was perhaps more high pitched than previously. She worked my globes, pushing them together before pulling them apart and holding me open, almost as if she was examining me. It made me wonder if she could tell that just 15 hours earlier, I was getting my ass well and truly fucked hard and soooooo fucking deep by O. It made me feel a little self conscious but H must have felt my unease and passed me the poppers to help me relax and lower my inhibitions. I took a deep hit and felt it wash over me, allowing H to continue her naughty exploration of my most sensitive areas. H used her hands to tease me for what seemed like hours but I did not want it to stop. She would rub my exposed hole, lubing me up and making me all wet. Her fingers probed into me and I could feel her opening me up. Any self-consciousness had disappeared and H was exploring every part of me. I had submitted to her. H had been copying what Joss was doing on screen but that scene had developed now and Joss Lescaf was squeezing his beautiful, thick, black cock into her moist, pink, tight pussy, and it looked devine. I had expected H to carry on mirroring Joss but she had continued to tease me and by now, I was so worked up that I was moaning out loud, gasping at her touch, bucking back and pushing against her to try and get that black cock inside me. She knew how bad I wanted it but still continued to tease me and make me beg for it. H kept commenting on how I was such an eager little slut for her tonight. I watched the hot brunette take all of Joss' cock and I started feeling a little envious. I needed to be filled like that. I bet Joss would've given me what I need by now. A hard fucking from that beautiful, black cock. H held my cheeks open and I felt the tip of that cock slide between them, like a hot dog in a bun. It brushed against my hole. H drove that big cock up between my ass cheeks and would then drag it back down making me feel the full length rubbing against me. She poked the very tip at me and I wondered how much resistance my ass muscles would give against her thrusts. The previous evening's antics had showed me just how accustomed my ass had become to welcoming the penetration and in particular, taking O's huge black cock inside me. It didn't need much pressure. H pressed on and the head slipped right inside me making me grunt but immediately enjoying that stretching feeling. "Oh that is a hungry ass." H exclaimed, sounding almost impressed. I buried my face into the pillows and allowed her to continue the press. She pushed on slowly, my hole stretching around that big dildo. My ass welcomed it and I found I had missed that feeling of being filled up. I felt it bottom out as her hips pressed hard against my ass cheeks. H kissed me tenderly, nuzzling into the back of my neck as she lay on top of me. She whispered into me ear, "You like that big cock inside you, don't you?" "yeeessssss!!" I whispered, "I love it." "You want to be a little slut for my black cock?" She teased, almost whispering it to me, for only me to hear like it was our secret. I told her, admitting it to her, "I love that black cock. I need it." "Fuck, yeah! Tell me, tell me, how you want filling up with huge black cocks." She demanded, whilst thrusting into me, making me accept the full length. Things went up a notch with all the dirty talk and we started moving in unison, whispering to each other our deepest desires. "A hungry ass like this, I bet you need more than one cock to keep you satisfied?" She asked in her naughty, sultry whisper. I, of course agreed, although I hadn't thought that far ahead. Her suggestions were enough to sew the seed. She continued to describe in detail how I would take big black cocks in my tight, slutty asshole, and suck on another until he's ready to pop. Describing how we would share black cocks and take turns sucking and fucking them. Telling me how she wants to fuck hung black men and make me watch, and how when she can not take anymore, they move on to me. Suggesting a 'black cock tour', travelling to every county to discover hot black men to seduce and experience everything they have to offer. All of this while she had that black dildo buried up to the balls inside me, fucking me. In my lustful state, I agreed to everything. I wanted it all. She fucked me harder. The dirtier the suggestions and desires become the harder she would thrust. She knew she was going to make me explode. "Go on sexy, cum for me. Cum with that black cock buried deep inside you." She goaded me. I couldn't hold back and moaned and groaned into the pillow, I breathed in deep and exhaled and shot rope after rope of cum onto the bed sheets. Again, I had that all too familiar feel, when I need that full up feeling inside me. I didn't want H to pull out. I wanted this feeling all the time, my tight ass encompassing that full up feeling. Stretched and full up with thick, black cock. I Love it. H pulled that big cock out of me with a plop, which made me gasp. I desperately wanted filling again. I can't explain the feeling, I know I am becoming addicted to having my ass fucked, I mean really, really fucked, and of course, it just HAS to be black cock. We snuggled in and discussed the dirty talk some more. I couldn't wait to get started. * The next morning I woke and found H had already sneaked off for the early shift. I always ask her to wake me on her way out so that I'm not left in her apartment on my own so to speak. I hadn't even met her house mate and I didn't want the first time to be when I'm still a bit groggy from just waking up. I had a text from H just telling me to make myself at home and that I can stay or leave whenever I want, and not to worry about her housemate, he's harmless, but she was not sure if he even came home last night after his date. All the usual stuff. Okayyyy. I was thirsty so I padded down to the kitchen in my underwear, to get a glass of water and planned to just get changed and set off home. I had a big gulp to quench my thirst whilst I leaned on the kitchen sink. As I lowered the glass from my mouth, I thought I was seeing a mirage. A tall black man walking down the hall towards me in the kitchen. I watched him approach, him too, just in his underwear; tight , rose red boxer shorts clung to his body and that impressive package, which I only just realised I was staring at. "Hey there." He spoke confidently, with a deep American twang and extended his palm. I took his hand in mine and shook it, still a little taken aback. "Uurr, hi. Umm, you must be H's housemate, right?" I asked. "Sorry, I didn't think anyone was home." I said, feeling a little awkward. H had failed to mention her housemate was a huge, hung black man!! "Yes I am. I'm Darius. Good morning!" he said. I felt like he was checking me out whilst he held my hand in his. He sucked on his bottom lip and let out a suggestive low whistle, looking me up and down. Darius stood at around 6ft. His head was shaved and he had a neat goatie beard. He was broad and had big arms and chest and although I thought he was checking me out, I had already noticed his large package tucked into his tight boxer shorts, probably the first thing my eyes had become naturally drawn to over the past few months. It looked impressive and gave me that funny feeling in my mouth. "Soooo, H got the early shift, huh?" He asked, but it was also a statement. "Yeah, she left at like 6am." I answered. "Soooo how was your date last night? H told me you were meeting someone?" I asked. "Things just didn't click, you know? So I blew her off." He said, in a confident, almost cocky tone, as if it happened a lot. "Well, maybe it just wasn't meant to be." I replied. Darius leaned against the kitchen work top. It felt like he was checking me out as he looked at me with his head tilted to the side. It accentuated his strong shoulder muscles and broad, powerful, thick chest. He shrugged, "Yeah, I just came home early and caught an episode on netflix." He smiled like it was no big deal. He was smooth. "It sounded like you and H had a great time." I was slightly taken aback, and acted a little coy, " Um, what do you mean?" I asked. "You know what I mean." He said confidently. "It was veryyyy... very vocal." Oh my god, what had he heard? I had no idea that anyone else was in the house. I tried to brush it off, "Oh yeah, sorry about that man, H can get very loud. I hope we didn't disturb you too much." I almost asked, trying to hide my embarrassment. "And not just H." He said, with a smile, looking me in my eyes. "I heard you." He stated, nodding at me, almost accusingly. My mind was spinning. I didn't know what any of this meant. What had he heard? We were doing some pretty kinky stuff. "And now you're here in my kitchen, all half-naked." He said as he stepped closer to me, his finger just tracing a line around the waistband of my boxer shorts. I moved his hand away, almost convincingly. "I was just getting a drink of water, I'll head back to the room and get dressed." I said, trying to persuade myself. "No, no, no, noooo, stay, stay." He was so convincing. His hand slipped down my back and pulled me in close and whispered to me, "I heard you and H talking last night. I heard you sharing your desires..." he said, pulling me in to him. We were close now and he hugged me in tight and held my face tenderly, kissing me on the lips. I kissed him back and it was a deep, longing kiss, his big, thick lips almost devouring mine. I didn't know I was this horny until Darius entered the kitchen. I had a split second of consciousness and pulled away from him. "We can't." I pleaded, but it was not very believable. "I'm dating H, I can't do this." He gripped me tight, "Yes you can, yes you can." he whispered. "I see how you look at me, I see it." And he kissed me once more, long and deep. I tried one more feeble attempt at pulling away and telling him, "I'm sorry, I can't." He grabbed my arm, roughly this time, and spun me back towards him, almost pulling me off my feet. He shuffled me toward the marble kitchen table and forcibly gripped my hips and bent me over it. My chest and face were pressed against the cold marble. His hand was in the centre of my back, holding me down. It was as if a switch had just been turned in me. His man handling of me had thrust me straight into slut mode. I was almost growling with my face pressed against the cold marble. "YEESSSSS." I hissed. "I love it when a strong, black man takes control of me and dominates me like this." I moaned. "You can do anything you want." I panted at him. Darius wasted no time. He held me down and groped my ass. Kneading it and massaging it. It was sending me into over drive. He pulled his hand away and spanked me through my underwear. I gasped and yelped, as his palm struck me, playing up to it, wiggling my ass at him, imploring him. He whipped my boxers down to my ankles and continued his assault on my ass cheeks. I was all his, completely under his spell. He kicked my feet apart, widening my stance and my feelings of vulnerability skyrocketed. He pressed his bulge against me, making me feel the heat from it against my ass. He lifted me so that I was knelt on the edge of the table, my face still pressed against the cold marble and my ass high up in the air, now at face height for him. I felt his hot breath on my puckered hole. He wet his finger and just circled the tip around my asshole, making it flinch and tighten up, almost winking at him. He blew on it, making it cold and then pressed his hot tongue against me. I relaxed and enjoyed the bathing he was giving me with his tongue, making me moan his name. He was good at it and I let him know. After he'd ate my ass like it was a warm cherry pie, he spun me around and began slowly lowering the tight, red underwear he was wearing. I had to get a closer look. I maneuvered so that I was lay on my front on the marble table, my face was now at optimum position, to be at the perfect level for his cock. I watched as he slowly revealed that meaty length to me. It fell out of his underwear and bounced back up of its own weight. It was big, and not even fully hard yet. Darius was completely shaved down there, totally smooth and has a certain shine to it, like it was all lubed up already. I took his smooth balls into my mouth as he rested that thick meat across my face. I let my hand slide up the meaty shaft, squeezing a little more at the round, bulbous head. Darius rested his hand on my head and gave me some verbal encouragement. Telling me I'm an eager, black cock sucker. He held my head in place before turning around. His smooth ass was now inches from my face, those big, black muscular globes within tongue's distance. I ran my hand over his lower back and worked down to give those delicious glutes a squeeze. They were rock hard and Darius leaned forward slightly, his ass cheeks slowly parting as he backed up that inch or two and his cheeks enveloped my face. I breathed in his musk and worked my tongue all up and down that delicious ass crack. I held his cheeks apart and delved my tongue into his tight hole. Yes, this is why I'm here, I'll do anything to please that black cock. I lapped at his sexy ass for a long while, he would push back onto my tongue and I'd poke and prod my wet tongue at his tight, naughty, little asshole. He approved. Darius took me by the hand and led me towards his bedroom. I padded along behind him, both of us naked now, and I was fully down with how this was going to progress. I couldn't take my eyes of his muscular physique, fuck he was hot. We stopped in the hallway and he turned to embrace me in his big arms, stooping down, we kissed again and his hands went firmly to my ass. He gripped and groped at my ass massaging my cheeks. An extremely naughty thought crossed my mind at that exact second. I felt an incredible urge for him to fuck me in H's room, on H's bed. I led him into her room which still smelt like sex from the night before. "You're a naughty one aren't you?" he said, with a grin. Darius sat down on the end of the bed, it was still a mess from the night before and the smell of dirty sex clung to the air. I couldn't believe how naughty I was feeling, doing all of this, and in H's room of all the places. I sank to my knees in between Daruis' thick thighs and marveled at that thick, black cock stood to attention before me. My knee knocked against something on the floor and in the dim light, I reached for the small brown bottle, unscrewed the lid and took a hit, as if my inhibitions couldn't lower any further. At that moment, I began thinking, a lot has changed these past few weeks. Just casting back 8 weeks, I had never been turned on by men and definitely had not entertained the idea of being dominated by a hot black man, and actually loving it. Meeting O had been so hot, and he had done things to me and made me feel pleasures that I had not felt before. O had shown me the pleasure of submitting to him in particular, but now, I wondered was it just him that I had been lusting over or is it every confident, hung, black man with a huge, black cock? If that is the case, showering in the gym after a workout or meeting a black man out in a pub or club could become hazardous. Judging by how easy I'd succumb to Darius' advances and led him into H's own bedroom to carry it on just highlights how easy I had become to these advances. Maybe it was a testament to the power of both of these hot men to how easy I'd submitted. I'd have to worry about how this affected the relationship with H and I later. I was way to involved in this moment to let that get in the way of here and now. I hit the poppers again to feel that heady rush as I gripped Darius' thick cock in my hand and lowered my mouth to it. He looked down at me, watching me run my tongue all the way up the underside of his beautiful, shiny, black cock. I devoured it. Licking all up and over the head, wiggling just the tip of my tongue over his spunky hole, lapping up his tasty precum. I took his bulbous cock head into my mouth and dragged my lips up and down over his thick shaft. Darius moaned his approval as I gripped the base of his black cock and stroked him into my mouth. I desperately wanted to please him. H's lacy, black panties from the previous nights antics were tucked under the duvet so I tugged them free, they were still damp and I had the deliciously naughty thought of wearing them for this stud, but first, I had a better idea. I draped them across his balls and rubbed them underneath. I hope he liked it, but I was also imagining his sexy musk spread all over her panties. I wrapped them around the base of his cock and tied them tight, continuing to rub them up and down his shaft whilst I sucked on the tip of his cock. I was so horny and then some. I let his big black cock slip from my mouth and stood up. I crawled between his legs and worked my way up his body so that I could straddle his hips and I lent down to kiss him some more. I held his face in my hands as we kissed passionately, our little moans and grunts escaping as we moved and swayed together. Darius had a tight grip on my ass and he let his fingers roam and wander all up and down and around my ass crack. What is it about having a fucking sexy, black man's long, thick fingers teasing and entering your tight hole and sinking deep inside that just sends me into over drive? His fingers loosened me up, it didn't take too much effort after the previous 24 hours antics. I wanted him inside me, needed him inside me, and I told him. Next I could feel his cock probing up and down my moist crack, slipping between my cheeks and prodding at my hungry hole. I was grinding against him and just like my last 2 fucks, my ass muscles didn't put up much resistance until the tip of his black cock eased inside me. It felt fucking big, but I wanted it all, not just the tip. I took a deep breath and pushed downwards, swallowing up the entire length of his thick, black cock until my white, round ass cheeks squashed up against his thick, muscular thighs and hips, grinding down onto him. "Fuck, baby boy" he exclaimed, "I ain't had no one take that full length." I gasped, and let out a long moan as he bottomed out inside me. "Mmmmmm-ffffhhhhhhhuuuuu..." was all I could mutter. It felt like he was knocking on another door inside of me that had never been opened, and I was willing to let him in. I started rocking slowly back and forwards, my hands braced on his taut torso, holding tight. I fucked Darius slowly and oh, so fucking deeply. I was accepting him into my body further than even O had been before. I could barely talk, concentrating on relaxing and gradually forcing myself further down onto his thick, powerful, black cock. I could feel him throb inside of me. This was intense, gaping fucking. I felt like I would explode if I even touched my cock. I started picking up the pace, my cock harder than it's ever been, bouncing around in front of us as we swayed and moved together. We were picking up the pace now, both of us moving and pulling on each other, using all of my muscles to work him over. Gripping him and pulling him inside me. Darius began to thrust upwards, holding me in place and just thrusting his thick, black meat into me. He pistoned in and out of me, giving it to me like he should. I couldn't hold back, my legs began to shake and his cock was knocking on my prostate and hitting everything. "Is my white slut gonna cum for this black cock?" Darius teased. "Yesssss Daddyyyyy." I don't know where it came from, I don't know why I said it, it was as much of a shock to me that I'd blurted it out. Darius seemed to want to roll with it... "Yeah baby gurl, cum for your Daddy." I couldn't hold back. I was trembling as I was cumming, it was so intense. He held me tight and continued his assault on my well fucked hole. I was cumming all over our stomachs, my dick was squashed in between us, spewing cum over his tight stomach and rubbing against mine. He held me against him and fucked me deep, my head slumped down next to his neck and he gradually slowed down his thrusts. I was catching my breath and I knew that Darius wasn't done yet. I, of course desperately wanted to please him. I was exhausted, the last couple of days, including this marathon sessions with Darius were starting to takes its toll. It took all my strength to come down off that ecstasy. I lifted off him, seeing that big black dick still raring and raging to go. I was panting and trying to catch my breath but I immediately wanted that huge cock filling me up again. I knelt beside him and let my head and shoulder slump down to the bed. On my knees with my ass in the air. "Come on Daddy, take it, it's all yours." I wiggled my ass, offering it to him. He didn't need a second invitation. Darius was behind me like a shot, slapping his hard cock against me. There was no need for anymore teasing, I wanted him back inside me. I stretched my arms out and arched my back to open up for him. His bulbous tip teased for a split second before easily entering me. "That okay, baby gurl?" He asked. I could only moan into the sheets. He picked up fucking me deep, his balls pressing against mine with each thrust. I was trying to desperately squeeze his big cock with my ass muscles to grip him and make him cum. I wanted it inside me and I told him. I was pushing back against his thrusts. His breathing was getting shorter and I knew he would cum soon. He took control and pounded me hard enough to start moving me up the bed. A loud grunt escaped his lips with an animalistic growl which I'd grown to love from these dominant, hung, black studs. He filled me up with his warm, thick fluid. Catching his breath while I squeezed the last drops out of him. "Well that was pretty fucking special for our first time. We probably don't have to tell H immediately" Darius said with a grin as he stood up from the bed. I felt a pang of guilt but how can I regret such a fucking hot fuck, Wow? "Yeah, uuurrm, good idea. I'd love it if we could just play it cool for now, if you're good with that?" I replied whilst straightening and trying to tidy the bed sheets. "Hey, my lips are sealed" and he made a button fastening movement with his fingers over his lips. "I hope we can do this again sometime." said Darius. I smiled, "I hope so too." We picked up our trail of clothes and tidied up the room as best as we could and put things away, some items from last night and this morning. We said our goodbyes, promised to keep it on the down low, at least for now, and maybe try and plan another session. I left their place and went home feeling exhausted from the previous couple of days antics but absolutely loving how my sex life had developed recently. I was having the best sex ever. I received a text from H later that day saying she hoped I'd had a nice morning and hoped that Darius had made me feel at home. If only she knew, he made me feel a lot of things. |
Hi my name is lee and i am a boy that is by far out of the ordinary i live in a place called simlacon asia.I have dark brown eyes, light brown skin, I live in a fairly good placed neighborhood im one of the more rich people (well i was one of the more rich people). I have a 9 inch when im hard and dont let me forget to mention I weigh 232lbs. Yeah that is right you might wonder how a guy like me ends up writing something about having sex with girls when im only 13 weigh 232lbs and am very shy when it comes to ladies. Well Im going to be real with you guys it is possible you've just got to kick back relax shut the hell up and listen to this story. Now my 1st sexual experience was with my sister man could she suck a mean cock. She did it just like i alwayz liked it when i masterbated in my free time she'd start out by stroaking it a few times to make me hard and then she'd start to lick around the head of my penis one time i cummed at that point that was one of the most embarrassing memories i ever had. then she puts her mouth on it just a tiny bit and looks up at me innocently but i can feel her tounge licking my penis furiously and then she lick the little slit on my penis and starts thrusting her jaws up and down untill i cum. My sister just loved for me to play around with her ass i'd finger her ass and i'd end up me stickin my whole fist in her. I took my hand out and made her taste her own stinky self. Then i'd flicker my tounge in her ass and act as if i were eating her out but only.....through her ass. Then I would stick my 9 inch hard in her and if she wasnt screaming i'd pinch her boobs with my hands while sill entering her in and out and if she still wasnt screamin in enjoy ment i'd stick 4 fingers up her pussy. This continued untill she cummed and even sometimes when she still climaxes and i havent i'd make her climax again untill i have. This continued alot almost daily even though my siser was 16 and could beat me up i made her do it cause i didnt like the sound of me becoming one of those everyday boyz who jacks off everyday for sexual enjoyment i wanted to tell my friens i could get sex whenever i wanted. Most of my friends thought my actions against my sister were sick and disgusting and i just told them they were afraid to express their sexuality. But some of my frineds carried my ways on and fucked their own sisters someties my friends and theirs sisters would come over and we'd have orgies. Mom and Dad were almost never home so we had lotz of free time to fuck and sneak our frineds over. I thought i was gunna fuck my sister untill she moved a way untill on the day she had to leave for college on her last day home we had sex one last time for 3 hours straight we were so worked up into it we didnt even notice that my parents were throwing a surprise graduation party for my sister and they walked up into the room while we were stil having sex and i had just cummed on my sister face. At first everybody just gasped one of my sisters friends that didnt know about our sex together threw up in her graduation cake. After that incident my parents immediatley thought it was time they spent some time apart and ended up in divorce my sister left for college and i was forced to live with my mom who had a slight drinkin problem after discovering me and my sister out. My mom hated me she was always drunk and she said alot of thingz she didnt mean she said: "itz your fault my husband left you and your damned sister i fucking hate you i sat in labor with you for 9 hours and this is how you repay me you stupid son of a bitch get out of here right now" I would alway leave anywayz to hang out with my new friends in my new neighbor hood. My neighbor hood was way to bad now that my mom got fired for excessive drug use and the abusive us of alchoal. and we got evicted from every apartment we went to untill we ended up into the gehtto. In the ghetto their was lots of prostitution and lotz of adult movie stores and lotz of other dirty thingz that a kid my age shouldnt be viewing but everybody was interested into making a quick buck and I still had some money saved up in my secret savings account from when we were rich. Plus their was no age limit on how old you were to drink drive etc. etc. The onlly good my mom was now was to cook wich was the only thing that brought her happeniess with me but i got sick of her wayz and soon left her house hold to become a pimp 15 yr old boy in my new neighborhood. |
I It was 3:00 in the afternoon and Vicki Fallbright had been out at the pool in her back yard for a couple of hours, sipping iced coffee, swimming a bit, reading the kind of sexy novel she liked, and catching a little sun. After a couple of hours the iced coffee had caught up with her, and she got up to go into the house and relieve her bladder. The back yard in Vicki's house was quite secluded, so she had been able to wear her very briefest bikini. Vicki was a modest, churchgoing woman, and she would never have worn such a thing where anyone could see her. But if there had been anyone to see her as she strolled back to the house in her bare feet, he would have been impressed, no matter who he was. In a word, Vicki was a babe. Yes, she was 36 years old and the mother of 18-year-old twins. But her figure was as firm and her skin as soft and smooth as Connie's, her daughter. Indeed, just the previous week, Vicki had been asked to show ID when she ordered wine at a restaurant upstate. She was not only youthful looking, she was beautiful. Her gleaming, jet black page-boy haircut framed a face that was cute, pretty, classical, and dignified, all at once. Her exotic, almond-shaped eyes were dark, and her cheeks were so soft and smooth, you could not look at them without wanting to stroke and nuzzle them. Her figure was perfect, too. Her tits were only a little larger than average, but they were beautifully round, with perfect nipples, pink and jutting out in perfect tiny cylinders. If she took her bikini top off, her breasts wouldn't sag a fraction of an inch. Even when she lay on her back, they were almost as large as when they hung down from her chest when she was on all fours. She had a tiny waist, a perfectly flat tummy, and from there south it was perfect heaven! Her legs were long, soft, and slim. At their top, her bikini defined the cutest, most perfectly rounded little ass cheeks in the world. In front, her generous endowment of rich, black, pubic fleece overflowed at the top and to the sides of the bikini triangle. She was a woman of good sense and would never have dreamed of shaving or trimming her heavenly pubic delta.. She figured that for all practical purposes she had the house to herself, so she didn't bother putting on her robe. Her husband, Don, had left that morning on a business trip. He'd be at a convention for the next five days. Don, at 50, was considerably older than Vicki. She loved him profoundly, for his intelligence, his hard work that had made the family well off, his gentleness as a father, and his tenderness and complete dedication to her. She knew that the one thing missing in their marriage was a successful sexual relationship. She told herself that she just wasn't sexually responsive, though deep down she knew that it wasn't really true. She had hardly seen any other men nude, but she figured Don's sub-four-inch penis must be below average. When it was as hard as it got--which wasn't very hard, and wasn't very often--it was hardly larger than her thumb. Though she had sometimes been tempted by the sexual attractions of other men, she had succumbed only once. That had been only a few months after her marriage, when she was only 18, and she had almost put it out of her memory. After that, she had pulled herself together. She had been brought up to be a virtuous woman, she loved her husband, and she would stay faithful. Since that one lapse, she had kept her vow. Her husband had never given her an orgasm, but she had learned to do it herself with her fingers. Now she figured she'd go upstairs and urinate, wash her hands and face, and spend the rest of the afternoon in a self-induced sexual rhapsody. Vicki's daughter Connie had gone on a camping trip with a couple of her friends and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Her son Stevie was home, but he had been out all night and hadn't gotten home until 11:00 that morning. He had eaten some eggs and bacon and then gone straight up to bed. He wouldn't be up for another couple of hours at least. Vicki wondered what her son did when he stayed out so late, as he had done the night before. This wasn't by any means the first time since summer vacation started that he had been out all night. She was almost afraid to ask him where he had been, and if she did, he gave her evasive answers. She had heard he had become quite a lady's man. Vicki's younger sister Bonnie, not quite the knockout Vicki was but still a beautiful woman at 28, said that the word around town about Vicki and Stevie was that the most beautiful woman in the county had given birth to the hottest stud in the state. Vicki didn't like hearing talk like that, though she was used to it from Bonnie, who led a much racier life than she did. But she wondered whether Bonnie was right this time. Could Stevie, her baby, really be sleeping with girls? Was that what he was doing when he was out all these nights? Vicki entered the house and walked up the carpeted stairs, making no sound in her bare feet. As she expected, Stevie's bedroom door was closed. But as she entered the bathroom down the hall, she had a surprise. Stevie wasn't asleep at all, he was standing in the shower, staring idly out the window and lost in contemplation. He had left the door open to let the steam from the shower out, had finished his shower and dried off all but his lower legs, when he had apparently lost himself in thought. The bathtowel hung down from his left hand, against the wall furthest from the entrance to the bathroom. The bathtub was large and elevated, and large enough that it did not need a curtain. As Vicki stood in the doorway, frozen momentarily in surprise, she had a perfect side view of her 15-year-old son, who had no idea she was there. Of course, Vicki had seen Stevie in a bathing suit many times, but she had not realized until this moment how he had grown up. He was developed way beyond his age, and had the body of a 20-year old. Or, rather, a body that just about any 20-year old in the country would sell his soul for. His neat, short-cut blond hair crowned a handsome face that had an angelic beauty but was also ruggedly male. His chest was broad and coated with a soft layer of manly blond curls. His arms and chest were muscular but not muscle-bound, and his chest tapered into a flat torso that seemed to go on forever. His mother was deeply enough affected by the beauty of her son's upper body, but inevitably her eyes were drawn lower. She had always liked to look at a beautifully shaped butt on a man when she was at the beach, and she had never seen a more beautiful pair of masculine buns than her son's, frosted with downy blonde gossamer. But she hardly had time to notice the rear end that all by itself would have given her fodder for a month's worth of masturbating. Because she was immediately transfixed by the root of her son's manhood, a penis the sight of which nearly took her breath away. II Her mind was immediately carried back to that summer's day, more than 16 years ago, when she had to call for a repairman to fix her air conditioning. She was 18, and her husband was already 35 and pudgy. She had been a virgin when they married, and although Don was the only man she had slept with, she knew instinctively that something was missing. The repairman, dressed in shorts and a tight T-shirt on a hot day, was athletically built, handsome, and had a big bulge in his shorts that she couldn't help noticing. She hovered over him while he worked, took every opportunity to graze against his tight athlete's body when she could seem to be doing it casually or accidentally. When he was finished with his work, she offered him a cold drink. The repairman, who made much more money in tips from frustrated housewives than he got from the air conditioning company, knew almost from the moment he walked into the house that he would be fucking her. As she put down the tray, instead of picking up a glass he put his arms around her and gave her a passionate kiss. The nearness of his strong body, his manly smell, and his tongue pushing firmly into her hot mouth nearly drove Vicki insane. But when she felt his hand pressed against her vagina, it brought her back to reality and she pushed him away. "No," she said, "I'm a newlywed and I love my husband. I'm sorry, I lost my head, but you must leave." The repairman knew how thin was the resistance she was putting up. "I think you really want me," he said. "Look, I won't touch you. Just look at me up close for a few minutes, and if you can still ask me to leave, I'll walk out without another word." "All right," she said, wanting him to stay but determined to be firm. He made her sit down, and standing immediately in front of her, he removed his short pants. He had on underneath a pair of jockey shorts, several sizes too large so that the pouch would accommodate him. She could see that he was much larger than her husband. But as he slowly lowered the white cotton band of his underwear, she could hardly believe her eyes. Her husband's excuse for a hard-on was the thickness of her thumb. The repairman's semi-hard penis was as thick as her wrist. And as he slowly pulled the undershorts down, she kept expecting the shaft to end, but it went on and on. Finally, he got to the head. It was enormous. Then she noticed his testicles. Her husband's balls were smaller than marbles and contained in a tiny, smooth sac. The repairman's testicles were the size of golf balls, and hung low in a marvelously fuzzy sac. The musky, manly odor of his sweaty crotch was almost overpowering, and she was overwhelmed by the sight of his manhood. "Should I leave?" he said, finally. Vicki's heart almost broke. She knew it was sinful to God and a betrayal of the husband she loved. But she had no control of herself. Electricity was racing from her cunt to every extremity of her body. For the first time in her life she felt the full force of what it was for a woman to need a man. "No, stay," she said, though the words were barely audible. "I need you." "You need me for what?" he said, determined to make his dominance of her completely clear. "I need your penis," she said. "I need you to fuck me." And as she said these words, she shyly reached out and put her palm around the shaft of his cock. She could barely get her fingers around it. She stroked it gently up and down. In less than a minute it had hardened and grown to its proud, full extent. It was, as she discovered later that day when she used a tape measure, exactly eleven inches from base to tip. Her thumb and fingertips, which had been barely touching when she first wrapped her hand around his dick, were now separated by an inch. She began to move her mouth toward his crotch, but he pulled away. "Beg," he said, "if you want a taste of my meat." "Oh, God," she said, "I am begging. I'm pleading. I need you. I need your cock." He smirked. "What's wrong with your husband's cock?" She blushed. Did he have to humiliate her? "Please," she begged, "don't make me say that." "If you want my meat, say it," he insisted. "Isn't your husband man enough for you?" She gave in. "No," she moaned, tears falling from her beautiful eyes. "I need a real man. I need you." "Then you'll have to earn it," he said, turning around and bending over slightly so that his butt was only inches from her face. "First, clean out my asshole with your tongue." She looked with fascination at his hairy butt, and the deep, dark crevice bridged with a forest of tiny hairs. A strong smell of shit, sweat, and manhood arose from the place where he wanted her to put her wet tongue. "I can't do that," she pleaded. "I've never done anything like that." "Well, you better start doing it, and right now, or I'm out of here." She had no choice. She leaned forward and pressed her pretty face into the crack that separated his ass buns. The smell was overpowering, and it took all her will power to bring her pink little tongue out of her mouth, and press it into the crack. "Come on," he said, "give me a good, wet tongue-wash." She moistened her tongue and began to move it up and down along his ass crack. The bitter tasting grease around his asshole coated her tongue, but it wasn't nearly as unpleasant as she feared it would be. It was surprisingly exciting to be rubbing her tongue up and down his crack, feeling the rubbery surface and the tight crinkles leading into his anus. "Push it in," he said. "Deep!" She thought she would die, but she did as he said. She put the tip of her tongue against the tiny opening of his asshole, and pushed into the tightness, slowly, until her tongue was in all the way. She felt the tight warmth of his rectal walls. He moaned with satisfaction as her tongue caressed his prostate. She had a moment's revulsion when, as she pushed her tongue in to the limit, she felt it graze against a turd. But he demanded that she wiggle her tongue around, and she couldn't avoid playing turd hockey, until he finally pulled away. Vicki did not want to admit to herself that she had enjoyed the compulsory asslicking, but the electricity radiating from her crotch was stronger than ever. She needed his penis so urgently! "Now take it nice and slowly," he cautioned, guiding her face forward with his hands. She pressed forward, and touched his shaft with her tongue. Then slowly, she began licking his cock, like a huge lollypop, from base to tip and back. She moistened every bit of the surface of his hard erection. Then she moved down to his big testicles, worshiping the very source of his potent manhood, and enjoying the bristly sensation from the fuzz coating his man-sac. Then she went back to laving the staff with her tongue, and finally she moved up to the head and put her lips around it. She was able to get the enormous head and a few additional inches into her mouth. When she felt the head against the back of her throat, it set her off and her vagina exploded in orgasm. In the excitement of the moment she pulled him to her and pressed her mouth down as far as it could go around his cock. Still, more than half of it remained exposed, and she used her hands to stroke those inches. Gently placing his hands against her pretty jaw and cheeks, he guided her face back and forth on his huge shaft. She kept the movement going, and figured out how to use her tongue against the underside to give him more sensation. Finally, she felt him get even harder than before, and then his might weapon started bucking wildly. She struggled to keep it in her mouth and was rewarded with a bullet of sperm spitting into the back of her throat, followed by another, and another, and another. She wasn't expecting so much cum joice; her husband had never produced more than a few drops. The thrill of the searing sperm hitting the back of her throat touched off another orgasm in her, stronger than the first. But she was more aroused than ever. "Fuck me, fuck me," she pleaded. "If you want me to beg for that, I'll beg. If you want me on my knees, I'll do that too. I need your huge cock in my cunt. I need you to stuff me. I need a real man. My husband can't give me what I need, because he's got a little boy's cock. You've got a man's equipment, and I'm begging you to give it to me." "Well, if you want me to fuck you, little lady, it's going to take more than begging. You have to understand, I've got a family to support, and I don't make enough to keep them as they want to be kept on just air conditioning repairs. This manly equipment you're admiring is my stock in trade, and I can't give it away." It took a moment for Vicki to fully comprehend what he was saying. Here she was, generally acknowledged to be the most beautiful girl in the county. She had betrayed her religious convictions and her husband by succumbing to the temptation of this ruffian's sexual attraction. She had put her pretty tongue deep into his asshole and tasted his shit. And now, he was saying, if she wanted him to lead her into sin, she was going to have to pay him for it. Could he possibly imagine that she would sink so low? Could he think his big penis was so irresistible? Yes, he could. She needed that big penis, no matter what demands he made. Trembling, and again with tears streaming from her eyes, she said, "How much do I have to pay you for fucking me?" "Well, I'm glad to see you are being reasonable," he said. "And I'll be reasonable in return. I'll spend the rest of the day here until it's time for hubby with the little-boy dick to come home, and I'll fuck you to kingdom come, for an especially low rate. Let's say an even thousand dollars." Vicki's jaw dropped, leaving her mouth almost as wide open as when his hard dick had been jammed into it. A thousand dollars! Don, who trusted her completely, had put all of his money into her name, and there was a bank account with some cash in it. But at that time he was putting most of his earnings back into his business, and they had only saved a little over two thousand for a rainy day. Could she take almost half of their hard-earned savings and pay it to a stranger for the service of fucking her? The repairman was watching her, smiling at the horrified look on her face when he had mentioned the amount he was demanding. He was slowly, idly, stroking his cock, which was beginning to harden up again. At the sight of that giant, Vicki gave in. "All right," she said sadly, and went to the desk to write a check. "Just make it out to cash, for an even thousand." She handed him the check, and he saw that there were two tears that had fallen on it. He smiled, folded the check, put the check in his wallet, and turned to her. He took her again in her arms, and gave her another deep, passionate kiss. As she tasted his mouth and felt her tongue penetrating hers, she forgot all the humiliation. She was on fire again. The repairman picked her up and carried her up the stairs and into the main bedroom. He quickly had her clothes removed and admired her perfect body. Then he removed the only clothes he was still wearing--his t-shirt and his shoes and socks--and lay down beside her. Yes, she thought, he lay down beside her, naked, on her husband's bed! He kissed her again, and while they kissed they felt each other's bodies with their hands. Then he kissed and licked every part of her beautiful face, and thanked the stars for endowing him with the equipment that would make beautiful women need him so much. He licked her ears, giving her a sensation she had never known, and moved down to her pretty neck and then her shoulders. He spent plenty of time licking her armpits, and she was amazed that he knew so many parts of her body that could feed the electric generator in her crotch that had been exciting her ever since he had entered the house. Then he moved onto her breasts. Her husband had never excited her by licking her face, her ears, or her armpits. He had, of course, spent plenty of time stroking and kissing her breasts. But never like the repairman was doing. He knew just how to tweak and nibble on her nipples to build her excitement, and while he had her left nipple in his mouth and her right nipple in his fingers, she had her third orgasm of the morning. That was three more than her husband had ever given her, and the repairman still hadn't started working on her pussy. But now his mouth was moving down her torso. His tongue teased her navel and moved on, until his chin grazed against the upper edge of her lush pubic triangle. He then made a feast of her bush, burying his face and fingers in the luxurious growth of jet black curls. Her vagina was soaking with woman-juice, which coated his cheeks as he played with her thick pubes. "Don't ever touch a hair of this fur," he said. "It's one of the most beautiful cunts I've ever seen, and believe me, I've seen thousands of them." "I thought men liked them shaved, or trimmed," she said. "Not real men," he said. "Gay boys, and guys who think they are hot shit but are actually scared of a real woman. I've never known a stud who is capable of servicing a woman who could stomach anything other than a natural fleece on a cunt." He went on licking her, penetrating her vulva with his tongue and swallowing the plentiful juices that had been flowing since their first kiss. "You taste delicious," he said, and then inserted two fingers and began working on her g-spot, while his tongue went to work on her clit. He was even more masterful at licking her vagina than at taking care of her breasts, and in half an hour of work, he brought her to three more orgasms. After the third, he moved back up the bed, lay on top of her, and put his face right in front of hers. She could feel his enormous hardness, pressed against her belly. She wanted him inside her. "Fuck me, now!" she cried. "First, clean my face with your tongue." His face was smeared with her own cum juice. She gladly licked off every bit of it, and wondered at the strong, bitter-salt taste of her own womanhood. "Now, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned. He looked down at her. She was incredibly beautiful. He hadn't been boasting when he said he had fucked thousands of women. And there had been plenty of real beauties, including movie stars, starlets, and internationally known supermodels. But this 18-year old had a face and a body that would match any of them. And she was so innocent. And she was so completely under the thrall of his potency. That was as much of a turn on for him as the sex itself. Thinking these thoughts made his penis as hard as it had ever been, and he placed it against Vicki's hair-covered pussy lips. He moved his hips forward and her soft black jungle separated for his mighty oak. On the first thrust, he went in about five inches. Vicki let out a yelp of pleasure. He had already penetrated to a depth where she was a virgin, and his thickness was spreading the walls of her vagina, exposing nerve endings she never knew she had. She had another orgasm. He held still while her vaginal muscles clutched again and again against the upper part of his penis. When her orgasm subsided he withdrew a couple of inches and then thrust again, and again, and again, until she felt that all of that gigantic manhood was inside her. She was in ecstasy. She came yet again, the hardest she had ever come in her life. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard. I can't believe what a man you are." And so she moaned, continuously, sometimes not even coherently, as he began to move his giant hardness in and out, slowly at first but in a gradually accelerating rhythm. Again and again she came, until she lost count of the number of times. After a while, they shifted positions, as they lay on their sides and he entered her vagina from behind. They did it in increasingly inventive positions, and then he put her on all fours and entered her from behind, doggy style. "Oh, sweet Jesus," she moaned, "I didn't think you could go deeper, but you are." The sensations in this position were the most sensuous of all to him. And the sight of her beautiful, tight ass, her lovely back, her beautiful black hair, her perfect breasts hanging down, and, above all, his own tremendous penis penetrating that lush, black, pubic forest, were too much for him. They had been fucking for an hour, and now his climax was on him. Even harder than when it was in her mouth, she felt that enormous bar of steel bucking and pitching with tremendous violence. Then, moments later, she felt the scalding bullets of sperm as they smashed against the bottom of her vagina with immense power. This set her off on yet another orgasm, more fierce than she could have imagined. Then they were spent, and they fell forward on the bed. Even as it softened, she could still feel his penis huge in her vagina. When it finally popped out, she could feel the large quantity of his sperm juice coming out with it. There must have been tablespoonfuls. "Oh, God," she said. "Your sperm is all over my husband's side of the bed." "Good," the repairman said. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him." Vicki began to feel shame again. How could she listen to someone talking about her beloved husband that way? But she was so sexually aroused, she couldn't keep her mind on that. She marveled at how the repairman could come so hard, so soon after he had come in her mouth. She thought of her husband and realized it was a rare week in which Don could come twice. "Oh, I wish we could go on doing this all day," she said. "And why can't we?" he replied. "Well, surely after all that, you aren't going to be able to get hard for days." He laughed. "Don't think everyone's like your fancy-ass husband. Today, you're being fucked by a man." And he took her hand and brought it down to his crotch. To her amazement, although it was less than ten minutes after that incredible orgasm, he was erect again, as hard as ever. Then he saw a look in her eyes that he had seen in thousands of woman's eyes, and that he would never tire of. The look of complete adoration. And he earned that look. They fucked again, and again, and again, through the afternoon. As best she could remember 16 years later, the repairman had six more orgasms. She had already lost count of her own, but she was pretty sure that throughout the day, she must have had a hundred. He left ten minutes before her husband arrived home from work. He was pretty sure he had found a regular customer for his services. But Vicki had prayed that night, and resolved that she would never cheat again on her husband. The repairman called a few days later, and the mere sound of his voice on the phone sent tremors through her vagina and out to every part of her body. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. But she held firm, and refused to see him again. It was the next year that she had her twins, Connie and Stevie. She had never let herself think consciously that their birthday was only a few days more than exactly nine months after that day with the repairman. She simply could not and had never allowed herself to entertain the thought that anyone but her beloved Don could have planted the seed of her wonderful twins inside her. But now, fifteen years after their birth, as she looked at her son's manhood, she realized that the repairman had to be his father. And she had never even known his name! III All those recollections flashed through Vicki's mind in an instant. But the physical reality in front of her quickly brought her back to the present. A splendid, fluffy aura of golden brown pubic hair crowned the mammoth penis that hung softly and heavily halfway down to Stevie's knees. Vicki remembered the hard-on of that repairman as vividly as if it were right in front of her, and she realized that her son's cock, though not the least bit hard, was even bigger. The repairman's hard-on had been exactly eleven inches long. Her son's flaccid penis must be at least a foot in length. The repairman's erection had been too thick for her to wrap her hand around. Her son's unerect manhood was thicker. There was a graceful curvature in the hanging penis, caused by the fact that the upper part of the shaft was supported horizontally by an enormous pair of testicles. Vicki remembered how struck she had been by the repairman's golf ball sized balls, and she assumed that his remarkable potency had been attributable to the large amount of sperm and male hormones such large testicles would produce. Her son's were more than twice as large, shaped like perfect eggs but larger than any eggs she could buy in a store. Vicki had plenty of time to contemplate her son's masculine beauty, as he was still lost in thought and had not heard her come in. He was still the son she had carried inside her body, who she had raised since infancy. Until this minute, she had not really gotten over thinking of him as a little boy. Now she saw him as a man. And what a man! A face more sexy and handsome than any movie star's. A body more perfectly shaped than any Greek sculptor ever imagined. And, where it counted more than anyplace else, manhood that even in her inexperience she realized must be unparalleled. She remembered again the common report her sister had passed on to her, that the most beautiful woman in the county had given birth to the hottest stud in the state. She was too modest to think that the first part of the statement could be true, though 95 percent of the men in the county would have agreed with it. But she suddenly realized that the second part of the statement might be an understatement rather than an exaggeration. When she had first walked into the bathroom, her immediate reaction had been to freeze with surprise at seeing him there. In seconds the surprise had passed, to be succeeded by tremendous sexual excitement. She was already horny. That was why she had come inside, to pee and wash prior to going back out and masturbating. But as her son's naked maleness permeated her consciousness, electric voltage began shooting out of her crotch and through her body to every extremity. She remembered again the time with the repairman, and how sexually excited she had been. But this was infinitely stronger. As she stared at his glowing pubic hair, his big, fuzzy testicle-sac, and at his wonderful, pendulous penis, the excitement built and suddenly she knew she couldn't contain herself. She lost all thought of where she was. Her left hand swept the flimsy bikini top beneath her heaving breasts so she could tweak her right nipple with her fingers. Her right hand shoved down the bikini front, so she could touch her clit. But even before her fingers could reach her furry nest, she exploded in orgasm. When the explosion hit, she let out a sigh of delight. Immediately, Stevie turned his head and saw his nearly naked mother, obviously in the throes of orgasm, staring at his nakedness with one had on her breasts and the other reaching for her fur-covered vagina. A mixture of embarrassment at his mother seeing him naked; astonishment at seeing her so turned on; and raw lust at seeing that gorgeous female, mother or not, practically undraped in front of him, all competed for control of his confused mind. But it was the lust that won out. She was, as his aunt had told her, the most beautiful woman in the county, and he had often found it necessary to conceal his strong erection when he saw her in that bikini. But this was the first time he had seen her exposed tits and the upper portion, at least, of her bountiful pubic bush. The sight of his mother in that pose was a terrific turn-on, but as he watched her he realized that it must have been the sight of his own naked body that had thrown her into orgasm. He had already found that his good looks, his perfect body and above all his awesome man-equipment made him irresistible to women. He loved the power he had over women, almost as much as he loved feeling their soft, curvy bodies and fucking them. Steve, as he was known to everyone but his mother, had lost his virginity a little over a year ago, and had fucked a couple of hundred women since. He had never failed to seduce a woman in the first attempt. But although he had wished for it and frequently jacked off at the thought of it, he had not really been confident that his own mother would succumb as easily as every other woman he had targeted. So the thought that Mom had gone into orgasm just looking at him was tremendously arousing to him. Immediately, his soft hanger started to stiffen and grow. Vicki watched with fascination that was nearly hypnosis as the mammoth penis stirred, and straightened up, and then started standing up, and, above all, got bigger and bigger. In less than a minute it stood at fiercely proud attention, straight as an arrow, projecting at a slight angle away from his torso. Vicki, having gotten past her orgasm but still at the highest pitch of sexual excitement, estimated that it must be fifteen inches long from base to tip. Actually, her estimate was under by more than half an inch. And it was thicker than she could have imagined possible. There was a period of silence, as they watched each other with lustful eyes. "Stevie," she gasped, when the silence finally became too much to bear, "I just came up to pee and I didn't know you were in here. I thought you were sleeping in your room." "Yeah, I woke up and came in to take a shower," he muttered embarrassed. "I was thinking about something, and didn't here you come in, I guess." Vicki knew that he had seen her orgasm and that he knew exactly what he had seen. She searched for some explanation. "Stevie, when I saw you, you were so manly and so beautiful, and ... and, well, I never dreamed a man could be so big, and I just lost control. Can you ever forgive me?" "Oh, sure, Mom," he rushed to say, flushed and excited, his penis still standing as rigid as steel, "you don't need to apologize. You are so incredibly beautiful. I just can't help getting turned on, looking at you." Vicki could feel his hunger, and her own was getting stronger by the second. "Stevie, I want to touch you. I know I'm your mother and it's the most terrible sin on earth, but I can't resist the temptation." "Oh, Mom, I want you to touch me so badly," he responded. "And I want you to take that bikini off and let me touch every beautiful part of you." Hardly daring to look him in the eye, she took off her bikini, first the top, letting her perfect breasts emerge freely, and then she peeled off the flimsy bottoms, revealing her luxurious, dark mop. "Turn around, Mom, nice and slowly," he said, his voice hoarse, now, with lust. "Let me have a good look at my mother's perfect body in all its nude glory." She followed his instructions, and when her back was too him, she bent over, so he could get a close look at her perfectly rounded buns and, jutting out beneath them, the black triangular patch of lush, fleecy curls. Barely visible through her pubic jungle was the thin, pink slash, glistening with the female moisture her sexual organs were secreting at a record pace. All the strong odors of her crotch, less than a foot from his face, greeted his lustful appreciation. "Maybe we should go into the bedroom, Mom," he said. "But didn't you say you came up here to pee." She had almost forgotten that fact, but the minute he mentioned it she realized how much she needed to relieve herself. Her bladder had been full when she left the pool, and the sexual excitement had made it even fuller. "Yes," Vicki said, "why don't you go into the bedroom, and I'll be right with you." Now he stared intently into her eyes. "No, I'll stay. I want to see my mother's hot, golden fluid as it jets out of your beautiful cunt." She was about to say he shouldn't use such crude language when he was talking to his mother, but realized how absurd it would be in this situation to cavil about profanity. The idea of her son watching lustfully while she let her urine flow from her vagina sent a new shot of sexual electricity through her. "I'm thrilled that I'm going to piss for my own son, and then that I'm going to suck his fabulous penis and let him fuck me to eternity," she thought to herself. "I guess I am a cunt. What's wrong with Stevie calling me that, or calling my vagina the cunt that it is?" She was about to walk to the toilet, but Steve grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him, and into the large bathtub. Then he laid down on the floor of the tub, and positioned her right above him. "Oh my God," she thought, "he doesn't just want to watch, he wants me to piss right on him." She straddled his broad, manly chest and squatted. He had a perfect, close-up view of his mother's beautiful, fur covered vagina. With her fingers, she daintily parted the ebony curls, revealing the glistening pink of her inner chamber. He saw the wet membranes move, as she controlled her muscles, groping for the relaxation that would release the flow from her very full bladder. In a moment, there was a brief spurt of yellow liquid. Then another. And then, suddenly, the full force of her urine stream jetted forth from her beautiful womanhood. There was a hiss as it flowed from her tiny urethra, and the thin, intense stream hit with surprising force against his upper chest, just below his neck. The liquid was surprisingly hot as it splashed around his neck and shoulders and sprayed his face. The special smell of concentrated woman-urine stirred him to greater heights. He lifted his head and opened his mouth, to catch the forceful stream, and swallowed mouthful after mouthful. And her urine kept on coming. He let it splash into his hands, and rubbed it all over his face and hair. The full force of her pissing lasted for more than a minute before it finally subsided. As the last few drops trickled out, Steve eagerly put his lips on her vagina and lapped up every drop he could find. Next, Steve reached up to his mother's neck, and eased her face down to him. He gave her a passionate kiss on the lips, penetrating her mouth deeply with his tongue. It was the first kiss of sexual love between mother and son, and as they greedily exchanged saliva, she enjoyed the thrill of the strong taste of her own urine from her son's mouth. The look and smell and taste and feel of his mother's hot piss had charged Steve to the point of no return. He knew he was going to shoot in the next minute, come hell or high water. So he told his mother to turn around and prepare to catch his load in her mouth. She did as she was told, and eagerly put her lips around the head of her son's incredible penis. She could barely fit the head into her mouth, and had to stretch her jaws open to the limit to do so. She put her hands on his surging cock for the first time, and did not know if she was more dumbfounded by how hot it was, or how hard. She had thought the repairman's erect penis was hard, but her son's was immovable. She thought she could have easily supported her whole body weight on his hard penis. And with thumbs and fingers fully extended, her two hands together could only barely fit around the enormous base. He was set to explode anyway, and the pressure of his mother's warm, wet mouth and her eager hands on his penis simply accelerated what was already inevitable. Though she had his penis in both hands and her mouth, when she felt it start to buck, she knew that all she could do was hold on for the ride. After the first two or three jerks, her mouth received the first sperm grenade. She remembered the copious jism eruptions of the repairman and realized that just the first shot of sperm emerging from her son Stevie's enormous shaft was equal in quantity to a complete orgasm's worth from the repairman. And it was plenty more than her husband could produce in a month. But Stevie's cannon kept firing. Eruption after eruption fired into her mouth with enormous force. She swallowed as much as she could, but she was not prepared for such a volcano and probably half of his thick, white fluid overflowed down onto his crotch. After more than a dozen solid eruptions, the cannon finally quieted. Just the post-cum syrup that trickled out while Stevie's penis wound down through its last sweet twinges would have done most men proud if they could produce that much in a complete orgasm. Stevie was enjoying the incredible glow of knowing he had just fired a big load of his sperm into his mother's pretty mouth, but he knew that she was on fire and needed relief. He put his mouth back onto her vagina, which was hovering only inches from his face. He skillfully moved his tongue back and forth between penetrating the tasty interior of her vaginal chamber and butterflying her clit. It took only a few minutes of her son's expert oral ministrations on her vagina to bring Vicki over the top. She moaned, as the pleasure surged through her, and Stevie's tongue lapped up the delicious girl-fluid that newly filled her chamber. Temporarily exhausted, Vicki affectionately squeezed her thighs around her son's face, pressing his nose and mouth squarely up against her anus and vagina, but not so hard that he could not breathe. She let her own head drop down and use his crotch as a pillow, languidly lapping up the still copious amounts of his sperm that coated his penis--now shrunk back to its original 12 thick inches--and was soaked into his golden brown pubes. After they had rested for a few minutes, they got up, showered, dried each other off, and went into Vicki's bedroom. "Lie down, Mom," Stevie said, "I'm going to fuck you right here. I'm going to fill your cunt with your son's big cock, right here on the bed you share with Dad." This brought a blush to Vicki's face. She realized how appalling her acts were. The incident with the repairman had been bad enough. But now! What had her infidelity then been to what it was now. To fuck her own son. And in her husband's bed! It was unthinkable, but she was going to do it. How would she ever be able to look Don in the face again? But Steve was already kissing her, and driving these thoughts away. He had his hand on her vagina, and was running his fingers deliciously through her fluffy, jet black pubic curls. "Oh God, I love that," she sighed, and she reached over to touch his own pubes, that sat so jauntily above his mighty oak tree. She squirmed around on the bed and got her face into his crotch, which was now fresh and clean. She turned him on his stomach and kissed his perfect, fuzzy buns. Then she pressed her face into his deep, dark ass crack, and moved her tongue against his anus. She remembered how repulsed she had been by the repairman's asshole when he had demanded she lick it, though she had soon gotten over her disgust and found the experience exciting. But there was no repulsion from her son's clean, neat asshole. After licking wetly up and down the ass crack for a few minutes, she pressed the tip of her tongue against his tiny anus, and penetrated. She had to use pressure against his tight sphincter, but she finally got all of her tongue inside his hot, dank rectal chamber. She moved her tongue around, and he twinged when his mother lapped at his prostate. Her head was spinning. She kept telling herself, "This is Stevie, my son, and my tongue is pressed up his asshole." But her crotch was in command, not her head, and she lapped up every bit of nut-tasting rectal grease. After she had tasted as much of his rectum as she could reach, she pulled out and turned him over again. Now she tickled his crotch with her page-boy haircut, and with her face rubbed his thighs and crotch as lightly as a feather. His penis was at full length, thickness and hardness now, but she gave him no immediate relief. For a while she laved his exuberant puff of golden brown pubic hair, and then worked down to his enormous testicles. His fuzzy sac which held those enormous eggs entranced her, especially since she knew those eggs were the real seat of her son's incredible potency. She worked that sac with her tongue for more than a quarter of an hour. He was aching for her to move to his shaft, but he didn't hurry her. It was too much of a thrill to feel her tongue, and say to himself, "It's my mother. She just had her tongue inside my asshole, tasting my shit grease, and now she's tonguing my balls." Finally, she turned her attention to his proud tower! She looked again at his hard penis from close range, and was almost overcome anew at its majesty. She couldn't help giving it some licks, and some wet kisses, and putting parts of it in her mouth. She truly made love to her son's penis with her mouth. But finally, she forced her face away. This time, she wanted her son to fuck her. She got on her back, and begged him. "Fuck me, Stevie," she moaned. "Push your incredible penis into my vagina. I need you. I need you to fuck me now." He decided to tease her. "But Mom," he said, "I'm your son. Do you really want your son's big dick in your cunt. Do you really want it to be your son, of all people, who stuffs your pussy." "Oh, Stevie, don't do that to me. Fuck me, I need you so badly. Please don't humiliate me. Just fuck me. Give me your huge, hard penis. I want to feel it inside me." "But what about Dad," he said. "What would he think if he knew his wife, that he loves so well, was being fucked by his son, and in his own marital bed? Don't you think you should wait until he comes home from his convention and let him give you what your hot cunt needs?" "Fuck me, Stevie, now, please, please," she whimpered, helplessly. "No, not until you tell me why you want me, your son, to fuck you, when you could just as easily wait for Dad to fuck you." "Are you really going to force me to say it, Stevie," she wailed. He smiled, and said "Yes, if want this slab of man-meat inside that hot fur-covered pussy of yours, you'll have to tell me why you want me to fuck you rather than Dad." She had to give in. "All right," she said, tears streaming from her eyes. "You are my son, but you are a real man. I can't be satisfied without that hard penis of yours. I love your father. I always have and I always will. But he can't satisfy me as you can. He just doesn't have the equipment." "You mean, his cock's not as big as mine." "No. Oh, Stevie, you are torturing me. You know perfectly well, your penis is almost three times as large as Don's. Ohhhh, please fuck me." During the whole conversation, she had not taken her eyes off of his penis. Getting her to praise him, to describe his sexual prowess, was getting Steve into higher and higher excitement, and his massive penis was even hotter and harder than it had been before, if that was possible. "Do you mean that it's a man's penis that makes him a man," he asked. "Is that what you are saying, that because I have a big, hard dick, I'm more of a man than your husband." "Yes," she almost shouted. "Then say it," he said, "say you want your son to stuff your cunt with his massive cock because your husband isn't man enough to do it." "Yes, I want your penis in me, I want you to fuck me. There, I've said it. I'm begging you, please fuck me." "No, say it the way I said it," he said, firmly. "All right," and she gave in again, with tears. "Stevie, my son, I want you to stuff my raging cunt with your hard, huge, hot, cock. You are so manly, so beautiful, so potent, you are like a sex god. I worship you. I'll do anything for you, and for your godlike cock. My husband's dick is too small. He's not man enough. You are. Ohhhh, fuck me." He loved hearing her say that. He kissed her again, more passionately than ever before. He told her that as long as she worshiped him, he would always be there, cock in hand, for his mother. She realized that she, too, had loved what she said. She did worship her son's cock, and it was true that Don, however good to her, was not man enough for her. Not even remotely close. She kissed him back, and gave his cock and testicles a loving grope with her left hand. Now he positioned himself, and pressed the head of his still iron-hard penis against the ebony-curled entrance to her vagina. He rubbed the head up and down, spreading the outer lips, and lining up perfectly with the opening, seemingly so much narrower than the monstrous instrument about to be inserted into it. Gently, he pushed forward. His penis was slick with her saliva, and her vagina was sopping. On the first thrust, he got the head and a couple of inches of shaft inside her vaginal portal. Vicki felt as if her son's manhood was going to split her apart. But she knew she could take it, and she urged him on. He eased back and forth, getting in an additional inch or so on each forward thrust. Vicki was in ecstasy. Only once before in her life had her vaginal walls been stretched. On that occasion she had found her only real sexual fulfillment prior to today. But her son's penis was thicker and was exposing new nerve endings that even the repairman's big dick had not been able to stimulate. After only a few of Steve's strokes, when he was only about a third in, Vicki had a strong orgasm. A few more thrusts, a few more inches, and she came again, even stronger. Now he was in as far as the repairman had penetrated, though his extra thickness made her feel more full than she had then. But he kept on thrusting, penetrating deeper, where no man had ever been able to go. "Steve"--she couldn't call him Stevie any more, not when he was all man--"you're in deeper than anyone's ever been, now. I'm a virgin there, Steve. You're taking your mother's cherry. I love you Steve. You own my cunt. You're sending me to heaven." These words stirred him, and he couldn't prevent himself. A monster orgasm, stronger than the one in the bathroom, shook his frame. She felt incredible globs of sperm hurdle from his penis deep in her chamber with greater force than before, and the sensation threw her into the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced. They lay still for a moment, his penis still twelve inches deep in her vagina, which was now flooded with Steve's jism. But there were still almost four inches of steel-hard penis to go. But there were still almost four inches of steel-hard penis to go. Steve was so turned on, his penis never even partially softened. Despite the unprecedented force of her orgasm, Vicki was at a higher sexual pitch than ever. She simply could not get over the excitement of having her own son's huge penis up so deep into her vagina, where she was a virgin. After only a minute or two, he renewed his penetration. A few more firm thrusts, and he was all the way in. The sensation was incredible, for both of them. She felt the broad tip of the head of his penis, squarely pressed against the bottom end of her vagina, right up against her cervix. His thickness was pressing against the sides of her channel beyond what she could have imagined, for its entire length. He was stimulating every pleasure center in her vagina, including many she never knew existed. She was as filled as it was possible for a woman to be. And by her baby's cock! She had another hard orgasm. For Steve, it was equally exciting. In only a year since he had been first seduced by a teacher in junior high school, he had stuffed at least a couple of hundred cunts. But he could never get tired of the sensation of his big, hard manhood being tightly surrounded by a woman's most intimate womanhood. This time, it was infinitely greater. That was his mother's cunt pressing against his manflesh. He felt her convulsions, and he shot another giant load of jism deep into her innards. Again, he never got soft, and this time he didn't even pause after shooting his load. Now he started fucking his mother in earnest, pulling his fifteen plus inches most of the way out and then jamming them in again, all the way to the bottom. Both of them had secreted so much sexual fluid that he moved easily in and out, though all the fluid in the world could not have lessened the tightness of the genital fit between mother and son. They were in ecstasy. Steve started his strokes at a slow, easy pace, but gradually, so gradual as not even to be noticeable, he quickened the pace. Vicki's orgasms became stronger and stronger. Nothing she had experienced with the repairman came close to this. And the orgasms came closer and closer together. Steve--18 years old, but blessed with a physical endowment that had gotten him easily into hundreds of women's beds, and intelligent enough to have learned volumes from his experience--knew, as he was fucking his beautiful mother for the first time, when the strategic moment had come. He stroked a little faster, and suddenly Vicki was in a continuous state of orgasm. One orgasm would strike, and before it had worn off, another would strike, and another. For five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes, there was continuous electricity raging through her. She couldn't count the orgasms as they merged into each other, but there must have been hundreds. And still she was climbing, as the steady state of heavy orgasm grew higher and higher. She literally did not think she could live. She had no control over her breath, her voice, her body. She was nothing but pure sexual energy. It had to stop or she had to die, but it went on and on, and became even more intense. And finally he had brought her to the peak of peaks. When he knew she was ready, he released himself, and experienced a far stronger orgasm than any he had had so far. He shot even more jism than before, with more force directly into the nether walls of his mother's vagina. Vicki's continuous stream of orgasms had mounted so high that when Steve finally brought her over the top in this manner, she had a completely different kind of climax. It was what Steve's aunt Bonnie (whom he had been fucking when he was out all the previous night) called a meta-climax. Suddenly, Vicki was lifted into a different universe, a world of pure peace and pure pleasure. Steve was satiated (temporarily, of course), and collapsed on his mother, his penis still deep in her vagina, though it shrank back to its flaccid length of 12 inches. About ten percent of the women he fucked were capable of a meta-orgasm, and he was glad his mother was one of them. He knew there was no other man in the area, maybe no one else in the country, who could give her that. He knew now that he would continue to be worshiped as a sex god by his beautiful mother, no matter what. And she was gazing at him with complete adoration. It was a look of complete love, the love not only of a mother for her son, but of a woman for the one man who can fulfill her every desire. Vicki was in that state of pure pleasure for about half an hour, though the mood from such an experience would last for days. Of course, when she came back down to earth, it didn't take long for mother and son to resume their sexual games. We don't have to tell here how that evening, Steve's twin sister and Vicki's daughter unexpectedly came home because there had been a snafu and the campsite was unavailable. Connie discovered her brother and her mother in bed, and since they were oblivious to her presence for a few minutes, she got a close-up view of brother's monster penis plowing mother's beautiful vagina. And mother's excitement was obvious. Connie was shocked, but she was also envious. Steve and Vicki were able to solve that problem, as Connie got into bed with them and lost her cherry to her brother. Steve then ordered his sister and mother to eat each other's pussies, and so they were introduced to lesbian love. Nor do we have to tell how, when Don came home, he discovered his wife and his two children, all in his own bed fucking and sucking each other. This was no accident. Vicki, Steve, and Connie had already decided that Steve was now the man of the family, and there was no way to conceal that fact from Don. If he didn't like it, he could leave. They knew he was too much in love with Vicki to do that. He was philosophical about it, saying he had always realized that it was selfish for a man with such an insufficient penis to marry as beautiful a woman as Vicki. He had always realized he could never meet her needs, but he had loved her so much, that he couldn't make the sacrifice and give her up. He begged her forgiveness, and promised to live thereafter as their servant. So Steve, Vicki, and Connie slept from then on in the master bed, and Don slept on a small cot in the corner. Don always lapped up Steve's copious cum juice from his wife's and daughter's vaginas and anuses. Occasionally, he was allowed to fuck one of them. He also developed a liking for licking Steve's cock and swallowing his hot sperm straight from the source. Drinking so much of Steve's cum ended up having a good effect on Don. It was so filled with potent male hormones of which his own tiny testicles gave him an insufficient amount, that the steady diet of his son's sperm actually added an inch-and-a-half to the length of Don's penis and a bit to the width. And although previously he had difficulty getting it up as much as once a week, he could now have a good healthy orgasm at least once a day. He's no Don Juan, but the family incest has had a markedly beneficial effect on his sex life. The End |
TITLE: Charleston Girl I met a 24 year old in Charleston WV, there was a Convenience Store just behind the Motel where I always stayed, I was going to be there all week, I got in Monday afternoon and then walked over to get a coffee, this young girl was behind the counter, her name was Trudie.... I got my coffee and a snack cake. It was strangely quiet for this time of day. I made small talk and paid for my items. I went back to the motel, I got on line to see if I could maybe find something on Yahoo Chat locally, maybe find a young guy that wanted some attention, The time seemed to fly while I was surfing and chatting, sending messages waiting for replies. I had the TV on for background noise but was not watching it. I looked at the clock on my computer and it said 8:45... shit I had been surfing for almost 3 hours... still no takers. I thought I'd go get a sandwich and maybe pick up a 6 pack and some chips. I went back to the Convenience Store, I walked in and Trudie was still there, I said hi Trudie, she did a double take like who are you... then she said Oh hi... didn't realize who it was calling my name.... I said well we only met 4 hours ago... I walked over and said how late you work? She said I get off at 10:00 why you ask? I said I was just curious. She said you got big plans for the night? I said not really, going to get a sub and some chips and Beer. She said so you traveling? I said yep I am in town for the week for my job, She wanted to know what I did and I explained. I said I usually go out to eat but time got away from me and I do not want to go out this late... especially by myself. She said well if you want to go out tomorrow evening and want company I only work until 6 tomorrow. I said so what kind of food do you like? She said most anything really, I said you like a good Steak? She said sure, it's been a while since I had Steak. I said got a piece of paper... she said her, and handed me a Pen too... I wrote my name on it and my room number at the motel, this was back in 1995, cell phone cost a fortune especially when roaming, so I did not give out my cell number. She asked are you traveling alone? I said yep just me, why? She said so you have a motel room and you are alone? I said yep spent the last 3 hours trying to find something or someone... she said if you want I could come over. She said we could have a few beers, maybe watch a movie who knows, I said you know I am old enough to be your dad right, she said I am okay with that if you are. She said your age is no problem as long as you treat me okay, I said that will not be a problem I can assure you. I said well come on over when you get off work, I'll be there, I get the beer in the fridge. I paid for the items and wen back. It was almost 9:30 so not long now, I was hungry but did not know if Trudie would be hungry so I just waited. About 10:10 there was a knock on the door, it was her.... I said come on in, She said this is a big room, I said I always get a King Suite... the company pays for it. I said i didn't eat you hungry, she said yes. I opened the Sub and the bag of chips, I said you want a beer, she said sure. So we sat at the computer Island desk and ate, I said so what you want to know about me? She said I see you do not have a ring, you not married, I said yes I am married, but because of the work I do I don't wear a ring. I said me being married a problem? She said not really it's okay, so you got kids? I said yes 3 boys, how bout you? She said no kids., I said married? She said no longer, I said sorry she said it's okay. She then proceed to tell me that he was an abuser, he caused her to have a miscarriage and can't have kids now. I said damn that is some heavy stuff, she said it has been almost 4 years now, I am doing okay, then she said are you still interested? I said you set the rules I will play by them, no pressure. She said serious? I said serious, she said no man has ever said that to me like that. I said well if nothing else we had some food, and talked, and we have plans for a Steak Dinner tomorrow evening. Then she said really you would be okay if I left now? I said I want you to be comfortable, so if leaving is what you want I am fine with that. I said are you okay financially? She said yep I'm okay, then she said I don't do this for money, I said OH NO I did not mean that I'm sorry. Then she proceeded to tell me that she lives in her little motor home. She said you want to see it? I said sure ... we went out and it was parked directly across form the room. She unlocked it and stepped up into it, she flipped on a light, I said this is pretty cool. It's really nice, she said it is the only thing I got out of my divorce. I said well do you want to spend the night in my room, hot shower and all. She said if you really don't mind, I said not it's a King Bed. She said okay let me get a couple things. So she grabbed a little duffle bag and stuffed some thing in it, and then said I'm good to go. So we stepped out and she locked it up. We went back into the room. She said can I take a shower? I said sure it's a really cool one, It's kind of designed for handicapped I think it has seat and 2 shower heads, She flipped the light on and looked around, she said I have never seen one like that, I said yep it's got all kinds of room, even for 2 if someone wanted. She came back out and said first I got to tell you I have some scars... he was not nice to me, I said we all have scars, some just show up more. She said if I get the shower ready, would you come in? I said sure, she said even if I turn the light off? I said if it makes you feel more comfortable sure. She pulled the door closed almost fully, she had the water running, after a few minutes she flipped off the light and said come on in. I was already naked, I went it, just the glow of the light from the room leaking in as I pulled the door closed to just a crack, she said you naked, I said hell yes, you kidding. I pulled the shower curtain back and stepped in, I could see her shadow but it was dark. She reached out and grabbed my arm, she pulled over under the one shower head. She wrapped her arm around me, she said why are you so kind, I said I have a hard time understanding how someone would be bad to you, you are so sweet. As I held her I slowly let my hands feel every inch of her, I could feel the scars she talked about. She reached for my dick, I was only about half boned, I think partly because of the reality of her abuse. She said you not interested? i said oh I am interested, I am just processing some things, I am sorry, she said I am sorry to bring you down like this.... I said no you are fine, I hugged her harder, i said okay let me wash you and you wash me, I said now you ready to put some light on this? She said are you sure, I said you do not need to be ashamed or scared. She said okay, So I stepped out ad flipped on the light over the vanity. Much better, I said wow now I'll get boned, you are really hot. She said you think so I said I know so. I washed every inch of her body and she washed me too. We rinsed off and turned off the water, and i grabbed a couple towels, we dried off then went to the bed, I said want another beer, she said sure, but you know what I really want, I said what's that she said I want you to show me how a girl should be treated in bed. I said well okay first the beers then we will move on. I said now is not the time for modesty, so I'm loosing my towel and you need to also.... she said please, I said that is all behind you now, I'm going to get up closes and personal really soon, and I mean personal. I dropped my towel and she pulled off hers. I said see that ain't so bad, damn you get to see my little dick, so we are even, she said does not look small to me. I went to the bed handed her the beer and I had her hold mine till I got up on the bed and had my legs folded. She was back against the headboard. I said now isn't this fun? She said actually it is, she said I do not know exactly why I made a move for you, I said it really doesn't matter. She said I have only been with maybe 6 guys since I was divorced. She said guys scare me, I said understandable. She said I have only had sex with 2 of them, I was too afraid to take my clothes off.... I did them with my shirt on. Did not even spend the night. I asked her well are you going to spend the night with me? She said I'd like to okay. I said that is fine with me. I said not to be a downer but you know this is just fun times, I am married. She said you were honest about that upfront. We finished up our beers, and I said now for the fun. She said what you have planned, I said well first of all if anything I do upset or scare you tell me please. I said how bout we use a safe word, so pick a weird word. She said Avocado...... I said okay if either of us says that word then we STOP right then, understand. She said yes. I said okay do you like oral, she said you mean sucking a dick? I said well that is part of it, but do you like to have a guy orally pleasure you? She said I have never had a man do that to me. I said oh wow, well are you willing to let me? She said sure, she said I have a battery vibe I use to get off sometimes... I said I am betting this will be much better, Now remember the safe word, nothing else works okay. She said Avocado.... I said hey wait I haven't even done anything yet, she looked at me and I laughed and she then laughed at me. I told her to move down a bit and lay diagonally... she did, I laid beside her and rolled over and kissed her on the neck and the cheeks then her mouth.... I kept kissing as I worked down, I stopped and gave her boobs some attention.... then moved on down licking and kissing on the way, I got to her crotch and mover over between her legs, I pushed them open... she had the prettiest pussy.... I said you work hard keeping that smooth? She said yep it's a daily chore.... I said you do it well... I moved in closer and took in the aroma, I am so into those mixed aromas, either women or men. I put my mouth on her and stuck my tongue into the slit... she moaned loudly, I found her button on the first attempt, I continued to lick and insert my tongue as I went past her sweet hole. I was amazed that no one had ever taken the time to give her this kind of pleasure. As I concentrated on her clit, she began to respond. Soon she was humping and gasping.... I was sure she was getting close, it was about 5 more minutes and she let loose, it was not a scram but more than a moan.... she had my head in her hand holding me tight against her pussy, she kept saying stop stop.... but not the safe word and she had me planted deep. I just kept going, finally she pulled my head away..... she said I told you too stop... I said was it good, she said it was a feeling I have never had before. I said you did say stop but you did not say the safe word. She said oh yeah that's right... I moved up and kissed her, then I slipped my dick into her waiting pussy. She wrapped her legs around me, and she met my every stroke. I came in no time. I said I'm sorry maybe better next time, she said don't be sorry... that was the most awesome sex I have ever had. I said has anyone ever gone down on you sucked the cum out of you? She said no way... I said well then this will be new to you .... I went down and licked and sucked her pussy, I could taste my sperm. I got done and move up, she said that was different. I said so you got 2 firsts tonight, she said yes and it was awesome. It was Tuesday morning, I had to go to work, I asked Trudie if she was going to stay here till she had to go to work, she said if it's okay, I said then you coming back after work, she said if you want me to, I said I did. I went to the office and got another room key, also told them that the Motor Homes was mine, so it would not get towed. I went back to the room, gave her the key, she hugged me and kissed me and said thank you for being so kind. I said it was my pleasure, told her I had to go, see you around 6:15 right? She said yep. My head was spinning all day, this poor girl had suffered way more than anyone should especially at her young age. I could not get the picture of her scars out of my head. She was truly a loving person that got sucked into being with a low life. I can say if I had not been married I would have taken her under my wing. Evening came, I had showered and was drinking a beer and the door opened, Trudie said hey there, I said well look at you all smiley and pretty, she said all I could think about all day was getting back her.... I said well you want to clean up and we will go eat? She said sounds good. We went to the Longhorn just around the corner, so we walked, I am not allowed to have non employees in my van and taking her Motor Home seemed really dumb. We had a great dinner, fun talk and also had a couple Margarita's .... We went passed the Convenience Store on the way back and got a 12 pack this time. Also picked up a couple other snacks. We got back to the room, I put the beer in the fridge, I turned on the TV for background noise... I asked you want to see if there is a movie you want to see, She said they cost money don't they? I said I just put it on my expense account. So she scanned to find something. She asked do you like Bruce Willis, I said yes very much, she said how about Die Hard... I said anything he does is fine with me, so she selected Die Hard.... I had seen it a zillion times, but I love it anyway. I said you want to get comfortable, she said how comfortable? I said as much or as little as you want, I said grab that long sleeve flannel shirt out of my bag, put it on.... but nothing under it okay. She said okay brb.... she went into the bathroom, not just to change but to use it too... she came out with the shirt on sleeve half rolled up. She had it pulled closed but not buttoned, I was on the bed naked, had two beers, as she rounded the corner from the bathroom she opened the shirt to flash that she was naked, I said now I am loving that. I said get up here, we can snack and drink a beer and watch the movie, we really did not watch much of it, we were mostly talking about anything and everything. She said can I ask you a personal question? I said go for it, she said do you do this often? I said well I am on the road for 2 weeks every 3 months, I usually never find anyone, I said now I am going to tell you something.... I am bi so I like guys too, she said really? I said yes really, I said I am not into anal but I love to suck a dick. She said I do not like anal either, I said I am fine with that because your pussy is much better I am sure. She said my EX made me do anal.... it hurt, I think that is why he did it. I said I never understood anal, no matter what you do that part of the body is nasty, she agreed. I took the last drink of my beer, she said you want another? I said sure if you do. She got 2 more.... I said have you every done any kinky stuff that you enjoyed? She said like what.... I said well here are two of my faves, now understand they are not required, just something I like.... I like golden showers, I love to get peed on, also I like to get spanked on my bare ass. She said I have never done a golden shower, I said I can give them but I prefer to get them. She said so if I said I would pee on you would let me? I said for sure, she said where do you do that, I said well outdoors is best, but in the shower works well also, no cleanup just wash off. She said I do not think I could spank you, I said I understand, no problem, she said let me think about the shower though, I said no pressure. She said how do you find guys to suck? I said usually go to the Adult Arcades that have Glory Holes, she asked what's that? I said just an opening cut in the wall between the video booths, sometimes just round holes sometimes big squares. The one thing is it allows you be in control if the guy is endowed. She asked what is the biggest you have seen in one of those places? I said I had one guy that was over 10" for sure, he was not cut either, she said CUT? I said oh he was not circumcised. She said really I have never seen one not done. I said I would guess 60 or 70% of men are cut at birth. I told her I had been playing with dicks from an early age, she asked how early, I said 9 she said who, I said cousins. She did not react at all.. she said did they like it too, I said yes we all did. We finished our beers, we pulled the covers down and laid down, she rolled over and kissed me, then she got on top, and sat up, I said well I guess it's time to lose that shirt, she peeled it off... damn she was cute, everything about her was. I was boned of course, she moved around and I slipped inside her waiting pussy, she proceeded to hump me good. I said I assume you are going to need me to take you away, she said you don't have to I just want to do this for you. I said okay that's fine, but what if I want to do that for you? She said well then I won't stop you. She worked me until I said I'm cummin' she said do it stud, and I did. She said damn that feels like you shot clear up into my throat, I laughed ... she said no really. She laid down on my chest, she might have been 110 pounds soaking wet, she said am I heavy, I said not I am loving this, I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed, she tongued me. We laid there for 15 minutes or so then I kind of rolled her off, I moved and sat up, pulled her legs so she was diagonal on the bed. Then I said hold on for your next great adventure, I went down and got the cream pie too, then proceed to take her away orally, she was loving this new found attention. I was loving it too. She did not last long and her orgasm was violent, in the process she peed some, she said sorry, I said no problem it is part of the job. After I moved up and we cuddled, she said so you tasted my pee and are not mad, I said if you decide to shower me you will see how much I really like pee, she said you would have me pee in your mouth, I said without a doubt. She said now that might be something worth seeing. I said I know it would be for me. I turned off the lights except for the one in the bathroom, I went in and peed, then she went in. When she returned I said bedtime? She said if you want to. I hit the remote and turned the TV off... Soon we were asleep. Well it was Wednesday Morning, Trudie did not have to go into work until 10, I on the other hand needed to be the job site by 8. I said I got to get going, she said I understand. I said be thinking what you want for dinner, something in walking distance or we can order something and have it delivered. She okay I'll be thinking, she said I get off at 6 again, I said okay I'll be here, then she said thank you... I said for what? She said for being so kind to me. I said you deserve it. All day my mind was filled with thought of Trudie, thinking how sweet she was, how pretty she was & all the things she has been through and only 24. I finished up on my job about 4:30.... Decided to go wash my van. Got that done then went back to the motel. I changed clothes, but didn't shower. Shortly after 6 Trudie arrived, I said hey I did not shower, I just changed my clothes, thought maybe later we could wash each other, sound like a good idea? She said yes that sounds really good. I asked you decide what you want to eat? She said can we do the steak house again? I said that's fine with me, we walked over I asked for a booth in the corner. We got seated and I said I'm having a mixed drink of some kind how bout you? She said maybe a Margarita, I said then that is what we will have, we ordered those and an Appetizer. I call them Brain Freeze Margarita's.... So good but so damn cold. We got our food, finished up and decided to not order more drinks, on the way back we stopped at the Convenience Store, the clerk said hi to Trudie, he said you just can't stay away? She said I guess not, I hardly ever buy lottery tickets, but I thought what the heck. I bout 10 $2.00 scratch off tickets. I grabbed to candy bars, and we were off. On the way back to the motel I tore off 5 of the tickets and handed them yo Trudie... she asked what's these for? I said I have 5 you have 5... who knows you might be lucky, she said no I can't, I said you don't have a choice, they are yours now... We got back to the room and settled in, I sat at the computer desk and started to scratch off my tickets, Trudie pulled the arm chair over and sat down. I said wow look I won $20.... just paid for the 10 tickets, then i scratched another, $2 dollars more, the other 3 were not winners. I said okay your turn let's see if you can win anything, She scratched the first 3 no winners, she scratched the 4th one.... she said did i win on this one? She handed it to me and sure enough there were 3 matching amounts.... I said well I would say you are a Thousand Dollars richer.... she said no FUCKING way... I said yep and watch your language young lady, with a smile on my face. She said I can't take this here and handed the ticket back to me, I said hey I told you those were yours. She started crying. I said let's go over and cash them in and make sure. So we went back to the Convenience Store, the clerk said you back again? She said scan this for me will you, he scanned it and said here, handed her the ticket and the printout, it was a winner $1000.00. I got my $22.00. He told her she would have to wait, she said I know 10 minutes. The automatic safe would dispense the money in 10 minutes. She was so excited, she kept saying i can't, the clerk asked her who her friend was? She said he is my Uncle from Ohio, he is in town on work. I shook his hand and said I'm Patrick nice to meet you. We wandered around the store killing time, she kept saying are your sure, I said I am, hey my niece deserves it. She said I had to say that, I said hey I get it no problem, it's better that way. Time was up we went up front and the guy counted out $1000.00, Trudie signed the ticket. Wow I was so happy for her, I had been trying to figure how to give her some money but still not make her feel like I was paying for her companionship. This worked out just great. We headed back to the motel, she said I want to get something out of my Camper. So we stopped and she got some clothes and whatever. Back in the room she grabbed me and gave me the most awesome hug, she had tears in her eyes, she said I think I am going to make the move back to where my family is, I asked where are they she said up in Wheeling, she said I don't go up very often because the Motor Home does not get very good gas mileage. She said that her Mom and Dad have been trying to get her to come back home, Dad said he could hook her motor home up to the utilities, she would just need a car then. I said that will be so good for you I am sure, She said I know I can get a job up there. I said we need to get a beer, and get naked and celebrate, she said yes we do, she said I'll be right back, she went into the bathroom. When she came out she was naked, no shirt to hide the scars... nothing. I said damn you beat me, I started taking off my clothes, she said let me help lay down, so I did. She pulled my shirt up over my head, then pulled my socks off. She unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my jeans, and proceeded to pull them down, then my briefs. Once I was naked she straddled me and leaned forward and kissed me... then she worked her way down, soon she was licking my dick and balls, she took my into her mouth, she was good. I could not hold back any longer I said I am going to cum, She did not miss a beat and swallowed every drop and then licked me clean. She moved up on top of me, I said I'm no magician, it's gonna' be a while before that thing between my legs is going to be any good for anything except peeing. She laughed and said we got time no problem, she said you want to take a shower? I said with you sure. We went into the bathroom, she said do you need to pee? I said I can but it's not bad, she said hold it then. She asked me so if I was going to pee on you how would you position yourself? I said like this, and I sat in the corner of the shower with my legs straight out. She said so you really want me to pee on you? I said are you sure you want to? She said yes I am more than sure. I was ready.... she stood in front of me, her legs straddling mine, she said okay here it goes, she had 2 finger kind of pinching her pussy lips, it made a long smooth stream almost like a guy pissing, My dick was hard again, I wonder why. She said where you want it, I said all over but let me taste it, she aimed for my face, I opened my mouth and she filled it. I swallowed some and let the rest run out, then she moved down with the stream, she said well look who woke up, as she pissed on my dick. The flow just kept on going and going... damn it was so hot. When she finally ran out I said where were you keeping all that, she said I have been saving up for a few hours, just for this. I got up and we turned on the water, adjusted both of the shower heads. I rinsed my mouth out the kissed her, she said why did you do that, I said did you want to kiss my piss mouth, she said well it was mine too you know. She asked me well now can you pee? I said I think so why? You want to watch me pee? She said no I want what I did to you just now, I said you want me to pee on you? She said yes, just like that. So she sat on the floor just like I had been, I said you ready she said yes. So I let go, onto her tits, and down to her crotch, she said I want to taste it. I aimed for her mouth and she opened, filling her mouth she spit most of it out, then swallowed, she said see I can do it too. I said I had no doubt you could, I helped her back up and then kissed her, she said hey... I said what? We stood in the shower forever (one of the good things about hotels and motels is the almost unlimited amount of hot water.) I washed her all over with a wash cloth and soap she did the same to me. Finally we got out and dried off, we had a couple more beers and just lounged around naked. She asked was it as good as you expected? I said it was better, how about you? She said it was interesting, and I'm glad I did it with you. I said so am I for sure. She said I think I want to call my parents, I said do it then... I'll be quiet I promise, she picked up the phone and dialed, then she said hi Mom...just lots of chit chat, then she said guess what? ..... I'm going to move back home, I could hear her mom scream and then called out her dad's name and yelling at him, he got on the phone too, he was just as excited, Damn that sure made me feel good. She said no I got money, wait till I tell you the story... then she said maybe next weekend, I need to let them know I am quitting. Then she said no I am 100% serious,something changed my mind and opened my eyes. Then she said okay talk to you later and hung up. She said you know you are the reason right? She said I can't tell them everything but I can tell them some of it, the rest will be our secret.. Then she said you know you taught me something in these last few days that I never understood. I said what was that? She said you taught me that it is about how I feel about myself not how other feel about me. I sad well than that was a good lesson learned. She cuddled up next to me, she said my dad would never understand, you are his age and still you are so much more. Then I changed the subject, I said you know that shower you gave me was like the icing on the cake. You know something cool, I have been your first in quite a few things these last couple nights. She said it has all been so special, but you getting me off orally was intimate and intense. This was the first time I had someone stay with me for the week, I was loving it. I got her off and then we fucked, then went to sleep. I was going to hate tomorrow knowing it would be our last night together. Thursday morning arrived and off to work, my last day here in Charleston, then off to home Friday. The day seemed to drag on for some reason, I had 3 service calls, I finished up and went back to the motel. I showered and changed clothes. Trudie showed up just shy of 6:15.... We decided to order in tonight, Pizza just sounded good, so we ordered Pizza and a Salad. We had beer in the fridge. They said it would be about half an hour, we sat in front of my laptop and I was surfing, showing some stuff that Trudie had never seen. She was a funny mix, but most of all I felt sorry for what she had been through, I never said it though, she lived it, time to put it behind her. The Food was delivered, so the rest of the evening was ours and ours alone. I said this is our last night, you wanna' get naked for dinner? She said I will for you. So we both stripped, nudity was and is one of my favorite non-sexual things. As we ate I was looking at some porn videos, she said it amazes me that they can take Dildo's that big. I said taking one in a pussy is one thing, but up the ass is totally different. Not for me for sure, I am happy to just see hung guys fucking, I am so envious of guys with big dicks. I know there is nothing I can do about mine so I deal with it, she said well those big ones might look impressive but they have to hurt. Then she said I will tell you that the sex we have had is the best I have ever had, ever. I said you are too kind. She said you know what you did is changing my life don't you? I said you are doing it, you just need to keep looking ahead and not back. We finished eating and drank another beer, I said there are 2 more left, let's finish them off. We got on the bed and watched some TV while drinking our last beers. Then Trudie said to me, would you want to do the shower thing again? I said you mean me getting showered, she said I mean both of us getting showered, I kind of found that to be hot. I said you don't need to ask me twice, she said you do me first this time, she had me direct more to her mouth and chest this time, she seemed to drink more too, then it was my turn, and she took care of it like a master. We showered after then we fucked and I got her off.... then we went to sleep, about 2:30 she woke me, I was boned she had been stroking me, she said one more time please, I said you didn't have to say please. Friday morning came we rounded up all our stuff, she took hers to the motor home, I put mine in the van, then we went over to Denny's and had one last meal together, we went back to the parking lot, we hugged and kissed, she didn't want to let go.... and either did I honestly. I said remember always look forward, you got this girl. I got in my van and drove away, I did not even look in the rear view mirror. 3 months later when I was back in Charleston, I stopped at the same Convenience Store, the guy on days was the one that worked evening when Trudie worked days, I said hi, then I said do you know did Trudie move back to Wheeling? He said yep, she calls every once and a while, she is doing good, she is taking classes at the university. I often wonder how things worked out for her, Never saw her again, I knew I could have found her because the guy at the store knew where she worked, but it would not have been good for me or her. |
Dear Husband, If you found this diary, please do know that everything written in here is true. Whatever happened or written in here, no matter what I said or what I wrote, please know that I love you. I always love you and always do. I want to share this with you, but I can’t bring myself to tell you this in person. Thus, the diary. Forgive me, honey. And I love you. Always. Winter, Your loving wife. 12th August 2015 Dear husband, Today is our wedding day. I was so excited about it. Everything goes according to the plan. You and I decided to do the ceremony at the beach instead of a normal church. The setup are all done after dawn, the caterers are setting things up and I was there, sitting in front of the mirror in my hotel room. Complete with my wedding dress. I look at my watch on the table, 1 hour to go. 45 minutes before my bridesmaid or my friends come back and do some touch ups. After helping me out with the wedding dress, all of my friends went off preparing themselves. I blushed alone, imagining my life will change after this that I will be marrying you. At this point we have known each other for 3 years. You have always been charming, kind, and dare I say, good in bed. I stand up and again see myself in the dress, making sure everything is perfect. My blonde hair waves on my back, with that small silver crown sewn with the white veil running on my hair. My neck wrapped by a silver necklace with the small cute Sapphire stones sparkles like the sea. Matching my blue eyes. The dress is a bit sexy, because I know you are a pervert and I want to low key celebrate that with you. It have a V cut neck, pointing down pass my breasts and the pointy V end almost reach my belly button. Exposing the mid-section of my braless breasts. The V neck is decorated with white thin furs. The long sleeved dress decorated with the matching small blue stones with silver sparkles creating a wave pattern. Recreating the element of the sea, as we will get married at the beach. On my back, there’s a small hidden zipper hidden under my blonde hair going down from my neck, reaching to my waist, almost touch the starting curve of my bubbly thick ass. The satin dress squeeze my ass tightly, showing how thick your wife is. And how they jiggles as I walk. And the rest of the dress is a long wavy curtain like skirt almost fitting the curve of my legs. That might be all for the rest of the guests, but for you. You know there are more. You already know I am braless up there. And under that skirt, my legs are wrapped with a thigh high thin white socks, wrapping my legs. And a small white Gstring panties barely covers my pussy, minimizing any lines on the dress. Knowing that right after the ceremony, we will head to the booked suite, and fuck ourselves out. Little that I know how this day will turn out. I am just about to sit on my bed when I hear a soft knock. Of course I opened it and guess what. It is Jason! My best friend when I was in high school! And… my ex. At some point. Honey, I know that we didn’t talk much about our past. So you might not recognize him. Well, I did introduce you to him at the wedding ceremony but again there’s a lot of guests that day. I don’t think you will remember. I am actually surprised he managed to come because a few days before my friend told me that he is in Japan. Across the globe. So I am surprised. Plus we didn’t meet for more than a few years. Yes honey I know he is not supposed to be there but he told me he need to see me because that is the only time he get to spend with me. Almost one hour. And after that I will get busy with the wedding and he had to go back to Japan. So I agreed. I let him in into my bedroom. You should probably know this. Jason is a black guy. He is a few inch taller than you. Which makes way taller than me. His skin is dark but you can see a glimpse of brown in shades. He is lean, and he is so handsome in that black and white suit. I sit on the chair and we started to talk. I have to admit I kind of missing his company. I mean, he was my best friend for the whole high school! There’s a lot of stuffs that we talked about. We laughs. Remembering our past together and with our other friends. Until… He mentioned about our sex experiences. God… Baby… Yes. He was the one who took my virginity. We remembered how awkward our first time was. And how hurt I was back then. I mean, he had such a big black cock even back then. But then he mentioned how we both get better, we learned from each other. How to please each other. At that point my pussy starts to get moist under that white pure wedding dress. Fuck. I know I shouldn’t turned on by other guy on my wedding day but I just can’t help it. I tried to cover my blushes. We keep talking about how we tried everything that we can find on porn. And have our first everything together. The relationship only lasts for a year. Because we realized that we didn’t love each other. All for the lust. And we more comfortable being friends. We keep fucking though. Until both of us get into college. We barely contacted each other since then. And now when we both remembering our lustful past, I can see the sexual tension in the atmosphere. “Damn. I wish I could fuck you one more time, Winter.” He said as his eyes lingering on my wedding dress. I blushed hearing that. The line that started all this. I chuckles as I noticed how hard he was. His pants is fit, making his thick hard meat bulging obviously on his pants. Honey… I love your 8 inch cock baby. I really do. But his 10 inch cock is something… Extra… It’s like you asked for an extra cheese in your cheese burger. If that makes sense? I know I shouldn’t do it but I can’t help it. At that time I thought, I was only going to give him a blowjob. I mean, he can’t go out to our wedding ceremony with a hard on right…? What will people say? So I slowly kneels between his legs. I rub my fingers on his hard bulge as he look at me, his best friend, all wrapped nicely for you, my future husband at that point. I can feel his thick hard black cock throbbing underneath that sheets of pants and underpants. And slowly, I take his pants off, revealing his thick 10 inch black cock. Honey… I gasped on how huge and thick he is. Even bigger than I remember. I wrap my fingers around his big shaft using both of my hands. Up and down, stroking it as I looked up at him. Knowing he love seeing me in that position. Like you always do. With my veil on top of my head, my blue eyes and stones sparkles. I keep stroking his hard cock before I told him that I will be giving him only blowjob. And nothing more. He more than agreed with that offer. I slowly slides his cock into my mouth, remembering how my mouth stretched from that very cock. I take half of it in before I slide it out a bit, then taking that big black cock into my mouth again. Feeling his black veins brushing my lips and tongue is turning me on more. I look up at him as he moans and groans. Loving the mouth surrounding his cock. His first mouth. And my first cock. I start to bob my head up and down, barely breath with the size of his cock. Tasting some kind of sweet familiar musk in my mouth. Loving it. I keep bobbing as my saliva drools on his shaft, on my fingers. The very finger that you will put the ring on. I blushed thinking of that. Then I feels his hand on my blonde haired head. Carefully not to ruin my veil, he pushes my head down, taking his cock deeper into my mouth. His cock of course pushes into my throat. I gagged a bit but I keep taking him. He told me that I took deeper before. And that I am out of practice. How dare he? I then shove his cock deep until my lips touches his base. Then he groans, impressed. My eyes widens when he told me that was just a lie to get me going. Furious, I slide his cock out and give his cock a hard squeeze as I feels my saliva drools all over my chin. He groans and apologize. I then take his cock back into my mouth again, bobbing faster and harder. Making wet sloppy naughty noises that I should only do to you. His cock hits the end of my throat everytime I slide him in. My blue eyes meet his dark brown eyes naughtily. I guess that did the trick. Because with that he grab my head, shove his cock deeper back into my mouth and explodes in my throat. My eyes widens as I realized his cum might drips on my wedding dress. Then I tightens my lips around his shaft as I swallow as much and as fast as I can his thick hot creamy loads in me. He keep cumming and cumming. And I keep swallowing. I almost gagged a few times but I managed to hold it back, thinking it will ruin the wedding dress. After he stopped unloading in my mouth, I suck his cock just to make sure before he pulls his cock out. I lick the tips as I smile at him. I can feel the aftertaste of his sticky thick cum in my mouth. Oh baby. Do you remember when you said my mouth tasted weird when we kissed on the altar? Urm, that was why. I didn’t realize that my hand still holding his cock. And his cock was barely soften from the orgasm he had. I look at the watch, 30 minutes before my bridesmaid comes and do my touch ups. I asked him if he wanted another blowjob. But he said no. Plus it’s not fair for me. And I told him I can’t let him fuck me because I am going to get married. It’s wrong. “But it’s hot” He said. And oh boy he is right. I can’t believe how wet my pussy is down there. I don’t need to slide into my panties to know how soaked I was. Just with a slight move of my thighs I can feel it. I blushed. And before I know it he pulls my hand, pulling me up onto the bed. He climb on top of me as he squeeze my rounded plump tits. And Oh honey… His fingers dug deep into my breasts, as like that thin satin wasn’t there. I breath heavily as I can’t believe how turned on I was. He leans in and kisses my lips. It’s not our first time kissing each other’s mouth with our cum in eithers. His tongue slither between my lips and swirls around mine. With his hand slides down on my waist, pulling me closer into him with his other hand keep groping my perfectly juiced breasts. Then he break the kiss as he kisses my neck, my chest. His lips trails down to between my breasts. Just kissing them all over before he gave a few licks on my exposed cleavage. I moans. I wanted him to lick, suck and devour my breasts but I know it will ruin my wedding dress. And to take it off and put it back later on might give away to the others on what happened there. Luckily, he knows that too. Then he slowly pulls up my dress skirt, luckily the skirt was designed so it looks wavy and crusty. Both of us doesn’t have to worry about that. I look down at him as I feels his lips, and mouth, kissing, licking, and sucking my thin socks wrapped thighs. Yes, honey I put them on for you. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. His hands roams all over my legs, feeling me as I feels his fingers digging every inch of my thighs. He slides his head under my skirt, and with my moans, he licked my pussy over that panties. I gasped baby. Oh. He told me I was soaking wet down there. And I shouldn’t wear that moist panties walking on the altar. I agree but I decided to keep it on. He smiles as he… As he slides my panties to aside, and then… Oh honey… I can feel his mouth, lips, and tongue are all over my pussy. My wet throbbing bride pussy. His tongue flicks my clit as fast as he can as he sucks my sweet naughty nectar that haven’t stop leaking since he came in. I put my hand on his head as he eat me hungrily. He still remember how to touch me. How to eat me. It didn’t take long before I grinds my trimmed pussy on her face. I moans as I grab the bed sheet. And with that, my body jerked with my pussy explodes with orgasm all over his mouth. He sucks me hard, and lick my bride pussy clean for you. As I thought that was it. Oh honey… How I was wrong… “I’m sorry Winter… I really need to fuck your cunt…” He groans. And I didn’t say no. I’m sorry. I know I’m supposed to say no and push him away or something. I’m about to get married to you! A person that I love. A person that I really, really like. We look into each other’s eyes before his hanging hard cock touches my wet pussy lips. The panties was slide securely aside he grab my waist, he pulls my socks wrapped legs up as he get in the position. I bite my lips knowing that was wrong. And at the same time I know I cannot stop myself. “Ohh Jason…” I moans. I grab his arm as I feels his thick hard cock enters me. Inch by inch. My wet tight pussy squeeze his cock tight as I feels it stretched me out. Perhaps he was right. I am out of practice. Oh honey! It’s not like you’re small or anything but I mean for his size. He is big. And wide. My jaw dropped as he keep pushing inch by inch without pausing until he hits my womb. I didn’t know how I missed being filled like that. Being filled to the point he can barely move in there. Jason grab my legs, as he started to pull out, and start to push in again. Filling me up. Filling my pussy up. Oh honey… I know your cock goes as deep. But his 10 inch gives his cock a harder thrust. I grab the bedsheet tight as I squirms. He starts to pound me, fuck me like I am his slut. I mean, I was his slut back then but at that moment, I am his again. I am his white bride slut. He grabs my waist tighter as he start to pounds me harder. I moans and gasped in every thrust he made. As my breasts jiggles hard. I would never have thought I would be doing this on our wedding day. Having a big black cock pounding me deep and hard. Slamming me hard. Like I am his. In fact I am yours. I will be yours always. He suddenly pulls his cock out before he turn my body around. Getting me on all four. He pushes the dress up. Since the dress is tight on the ass, perfectly. He decided to pulls up my skirt just enough so can he slides his big black cock in. I am on my four on the hotel bed. In my wedding dress. Having a big black cock pounding me from behind. Fuck baby… It was so good. His cock pounded me hard just as I remember it. My ass jiggles with that skin tight dress. As I can feel he spank my ass hard as he fuck me. Oh my dear husband… I moans and moans like a slut. The feeling of his big black cock in me, on my wedding day, in my wedding dress, is just turning me on more and more. Even as I write this my pussy is soaking wet. I begged him to fuck me more and he did. His big black cock slammed deep in me with his balls slapping my wet bride cunt. I looked up as I realized that my face is facing the mirror now. I can see myself, on all four for Jason. He keep pounding me. Our eyes meet on the mirror as he grins. I smile back naughtily as I look at myself. A slutty bride. A slutty wife to be. Bouncing back and forth with my veil on the back of my hair. I squeeze the bed sheet tight watching my own tits jiggles with the rhythm. As my ass being pounded by his lean body in that black suit. Oh baby… What a slut I am… Then he leans in and kiss me. He is close, he whispered. I didn’t know where to ask him to cum. And in that state my mind can’t think of any better spot other than inside. “Cum in me Jason… Fill me up with your thick hot cum” I begged. He grins as he hold my waist and pulls his body back. And with that his big black cock pounds me harder and harder into me. Making my body bounced back and forth as the wet slapping noises echoed in my room. My toes curled inside that socks as both of us groans and with that my pussy bursts all over his thick hard black cock. At the same time his big black cock throbs before bursts with loads and loads of his thick creamy cum inside of me. Oh honey… My pussy milked him up, making sure that every drops is in me. Both of us pants. Breathing heavily. Then slowly he leans in and whisper. “Congratulations on your wedding, Winter….” I blushed hearing that as he kissed my cheek. He pulled out his big black cock and cover back my pussy with my panties. He pulls down my skirt covering my legs as I then slowly lay down from the surprise sex by my black best friend. He smile at me before he leaves me alone. Still panting with his seeds in me. His wedding gift. I didn’t even get to clean myself up when my bridesmaid comes in just a few minutes after he left. They asked me why my face was red and almost sweaty. I told them I was nervous. Which is true. Because in the same hour, I walked down the aisle, made my oath, and kiss you with my best friend’s cum pooled in my pussy. Hoping that his seeds won’t sprout in me. Oh baby…. I’m so sorry for being a really bad wife. Even before we made our oath. But somehow that turns me on. The thoughts of fucking another man, another cock… While at the same time married to a person that I love is turning me on so much. And I am really hoping this is my first and my last entry in this diary. I’m sorry baby. And I love you. Always. Winter. Your loving wife. |
Since the weather was getting warmer my parents decided it was a good time for a barbecue. They invited the neighbours on both sides of us and a few others from across the street. One of our neighbours was an older man in his mid forties who is unmarried. As everyone came over, my dad started up the barbecue. I was running in and out of the house setting things up. I walked by our neighbour Bill and bent over to put a salad on the table. I knew I just gave him a good view of my butt and I knew he liked it. I continued to set things up and noticed that he didn't stop looking at me. Whether it was at my chest or at my butt. I was starting to feel very violated so I tried to stay away from him. As the night went on, we ate our food and the adults started to drink. They soon got drunk and very loud. I was left cleaning things up. As I walked by Bill to get into my house I felt him grab my butt. I looked at him and he just winked. When I finally got inside I shudder from the grope. I went back outside to check how everyone was doing. Seeing that everything was running smoothly, I sat down. I noticed that all of the adults were chatting loudly with each other. That was, of course, except one. Bill was alone in a chair. During this time his eyes were fixed on my chest. I knew you could see my cleavage since I was only wearing a tank top and I'm about a 36 C cup. I then felt the need to get out of there. So I went inside and headed up stairs to the bathroom. Little did I know that Bill was following me to the bathroom. When I went in the door I felt him push me then close and lock the door. I turned around to look at who was there and was face to face with him. He smiled at me and reached his hand out to cup my breast. I pushed his hand away and asked him what he was doing. He told me not to worry and that he would make sure I enjoyed it. He started to remove my shirt. I asked him to stop and he just told me to be quiet. He slid my shirt over my head and threw it to the floor. He then began to remove my bra, he reached his hands behind my back and unclasped it. He slid it off of my shoulders and threw it on the floor. He then stepped back to get a good look at my chest. I tried to cover my breasts with my arms but he pulled them apart and told me to be a good girl. I didn't want to admit this, but at the time I kind of wanted it to happen. He told me I had beautiful breasts as he raised his hand and took my right nipple between his fingers. He started to rub my nipple which made me moan. He seemed to like this since he smiled and said that he told me I would enjoy it. He took his other hand and did the same to my left nipple. I closed my eyes and moaned a little louder this time. He told me that I was beautiful and that he couldn't wait to fuck my pussy. I looked at him and he asked me if I was a virgin. I responded with a yes and he said great. He told me that he loved virgin pussy and that he had been waiting to fill me with his cock for months. I looked at him with a shocked expression since I've never heard any one use these kinds of words. He smiled at my expression and told me that he was going to make me into his fuck slut. He said anytime he wanted some pussy he was going to come to me for it. I told him I didn't want this and he said "of course you do, baby. Why else would you be moaning at my touch." He then bent down and began to unbutton my pants. He pulled the zipper down then slid them down my legs. He looked up at me and told me to step out of them and I obeyed. He then began to rub my pussy through my panties. I let out a gasp of surprise. He laughed then pulled them down. He once again looked up at me and told me to step out of them and I obeyed again. He opened my slit with his two index fingers to get a good look at my clit. He said that is was beautiful and that he wanted to taste me. I didn't understand what he meant by this until he stuck his tongue out and licked up my slit. I shuddered in surprise and moaned loudly. He laughed loudly and continued to lick my pussy. He stuck one of his fingers in my hole while he sucked on my clit with his mouth. He started pumping his finger faster in my pussy and sucked harder on my clit. I continued to moan and shudder from the pleasure I was getting. It felt so wrong, but it also felt so good. Suddenly, this big jolt went through my body and I started having convulsions. He said that I was having an orgasm and continued to lick my pussy. I moaned so loudly I was sure someone would have heard us, but no one did. He licked up all my juices and said that I tasted just as good as he suspected. He looked at me and said that is was his turn to have some pleasure. He began taking off his pants followed by his boxers. He then sat on the toilet seat and started rubbing his cock. He looked at me and told me to straddle him. I said that we shouldn't be doing this and he told me to shut up and get on. So I did. I sat down on his lap facing him and could feel his hands on my butt. He lifted me up slightly then put his cock in me. I slid down slowly onto his cock. I told him that it hurt but he assured me that it would feel better soon. He slowly began lifting me off his cock and pulling me back down. While he was doing this he started sucking on my nipples. The feeling of his tongue swirling around my erect nipples made the pain go away. And I started lifting myself up and down his cock. He starting thrusting his hips upward to meet with me. I couldn't help but moan at the pleasure I was receiving. He started calling me a dirty slut and said how I must love riding his big cock. Hearing these things made me start thrusting harder onto his cock. And he started thrusting harder to match mine. I started groaning loudly. It was the best feeling I have ever felt. And then soon it happened again. My body went through another orgasm. Except this one was much more powerful than the first. I started screaming and shuddering very violently. He had to hold me by my waist to keep me on his cock. And then I felt it. I felt him unload his seed into me. With one last quick thrust it erupted inside me. I had never felt anything like that before. I slowly started coming down from my climax. He lifted my off of his cock and put my back on my feet. He told me that I was a great fuck and couldn't wait to get in me again. He started putting his clothes back on and told me to do the same. He gave me one last slap on my butt and left the bathroom. While I was getting dressed, I went through everything that just happened. My old neighbour just fucked me in my bathroom and I couldn't wait until he fucked me again. |
Futa Daughter's Naughty Temptation Chapter Seven: Futa-Mommy Searches the Cutie By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Madeline Marlow I savored my futa-daughter, Sky, sucking my clit-dick as I drove us to school. I worked as a secretary at her community college. She bobbed her head, loving my mommy-cock with that hungry mouth of hers. I gripped the steering wheel, struggling to focus on driving. “Wow, Mrs. Marlow, your daughter is being naughty,” Georgia said from the backseat. The reverend's daughter had lost her virginity yesterday. I had used her to keep Sky from seducing the reverend's wife, Georgia's mother, and ruining the Matthews' marriage. Georgia's virginity was a small sacrifice to keep Sky from breaking apart happy couples. Besides, Sky and Georgia were so cute together. If they got married, they would be adorable. I didn't know if futas could have children, but Sky and Georgia would have such cute children if they could. Probably all daughters. Pleasure rippled down my cock from my daughter's sucking. She made such wet and obscene sounds, these slurping noises that made my pussy clench almost as much as the suction she created. My daughter knew how to blow a dick. Well, she had been a wild child. A slut, if I was honest. But now she was my good girl. “Oh, yes, yes, honey,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. “That's so good. Ooh, you know just how to suck my dick. You're going to make mommy cum.” “She better before we get to classes,” Natalie said. She was Sky's equally as wild friend. The two nineteen-year-old girls had me frustrated to no end, but now Natalie was my good slut. I had tamed her with my mommy-cock. “Yes, she should,” I purred. Natalie was basically my sex slave. Which was so hot. I had changed so much since yesterday. Futa-cocks were a big game-changer. I loved them. I wanted to fuck young girls, especially my daughter. She had seduced me into incest, and it was just the hottest thing in the world. I slowed at the stoplight, cars around me. None of them knew I had a girl-dick let alone that my daughter was sucking it. My toes curled in my shoes at Sky's wonderful suction. She made my dick feel amazing. I smiled, savoring that wonderful pressure building and building. I would have such a huge explosion of cum. My futa-seed would fire out of my dick into her mouth. I groaned, my heart thundering in my chest. This was incredible to feel. Her lips moved up and down my dick. She sucked and slurped, her blonde hair sliding over my lap. “Yes, yes, just like that,” I moaned, accelerating through the intersection. “Just nurse on my girl-dick. Oh, you're such a good girl.” She sucked hard. My pussy clenched. I groaned, my back arching. The pleasure rushed through my body. It was intense. Incredible. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. I slowed again, the school in sight. My pussy clenched. “Hurry, Sky!” I moaned, growing antsy at the light. My daughter shoved her hand between my thighs. Cross-traffic flowed before me while her fingers found my pussy lips. She thrust her digits into my cunt. My eyes widened at the feel of her fingers sliding into my hot depths. She curled them inside of me. She stroked them along the top of my pussy wall. It added this wonderful delight that swelled the pressure at the pinnacle of my dick. She nursed hard on me, her tongue swabbing around my spongy crown. “It's turning,” I groaned, watching cross-traffic slowing. Their light turned red. “Hurry, Sky!” The light turned green. I had to go. Her fingers stroked along my pussy. I pulled into the turn lane, oncoming traffic blocking me from making the left. Which gave Sky a few more precious seconds to find some way to make me cum before I had to turn into the parking lot. Then the car ahead slowed to let me go. I groaned and turned in. I pulled into the parking lot just as Sky touched this special spot in my pussy. My eyes bulged. I bucked in my seat as my orgasm detonated inside of me. “Oh, my Lord, yes!” I howled, trembling. My futa-cum fired into my daughter's mouth. My pussy went wild around her fingers stroking that delicious spot. Ecstasy flooded from my cunt and rapture burst from my mommy-dick. Stars exploded across the world. I gasped and moaned, my car stopped. Students and faculty were moving around me. I shuddered while dumping load after load of my cum down Sky's mouth. She gulped it down with hunger, swallowing with noisy passion. “Wow,” Georgia said in awe. “Uh-huh!” I moaned, my orgasm still bursting through me. Sky swallowed more and more of my cum. The pleasure rushing out of my pussy was so intense. So much more powerful than I was used to. My eyes fluttered as the ecstasy blazed across my mind. It was outstanding. Incredible. I hit the peak and then I fired the last of my cum into her mouth. “Sky, Sky,” I moaned. “What... That... Oh, my gosh, what was that?” “What did she do to you, Mrs. Marlow?” Georgia asked. “She... she...” I trembled through the ecstasy. “She touched this spot in me.” “Oh, your G-spot!” Natalie said. “Ooh, I bet that made cumming as a futa intense, huh, Mrs. Marlow.” “Yes,” I panted. “That was—” HONK! I jumped and then realized I had stopped. I turned down a side lane and found a place to park as Sky slid her lips off my mommy cock. She smacked them, some cum and drool on her mouth. She stretched her arms as I pulled into a space and put the car in park. “Yum,” my green-eyed daughter said. “You have something on your chin, honey,” I said. Instead of getting out a wet wipe from my purse, I leaned in and licked up the jizz from her lips. I kissed my daughter right here in the parking lot. She moaned and kissed me back. It was so hot, our tongues dancing, the salty flavor of my cum seasoning our incestuous passion. Sky broke the kiss and purred, “Thanks, Mom, you're the best.” She opened her door. I smiled. This was so wonderful. I was so glad that we were so close now. I had won thanks to this futa-dick. Now, I had to start my day and find her more virgins to deflower. I hummed, thinking about how I would figure out which girls still had a cherry. Some hands-on research? I smiled. And if they didn't have hymens, well, I could just slide right on into their pussies and give them a reward for being such good girls and letting me examine them. Now, I just had to figure out the pretext to do it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sky Marlow I walked into the school building with Natalie at my side. We had mostly the same schedule. Usually, so we could just hang out in the back and pretend to care while really gossiping and texting. She hooked her arm with mine and leaned in close. “God, I am so horny,” she said. “We should fuck in the bathroom.” “Maybe,” I said, my eyes sliding over the halls. A group of boys from the basketball team, all tall and handsome, glanced at us. I rolled my eyes. I didn't need boys, or men, any longer. I needed girls. Women. MILFs. I needed some hot, older, married woman to fuck. To satisfy. Enjoying Mrs. Spencer last night had been hot. And Mom had no idea I snuck out of the house to fuck the new mommy across the street. I had to get more of that MILF poon. “Look at her,” groaned Natalie. “With your cock, you could bag Velvet. Hottest fucking girl in school.” Velvet was leaning against the locker. The busty, bleached-blonde cheerleader leaned against the locker while one of the football players chatted her up. She wore a pair of low-riding skinny jeans, her red thong flashing. A tight crop top hugged her big and bountiful tits. “I suppose,” I said, my eyes looking around. I threw a look over my shoulder and groaned as I spotted Mrs. Reyes, my math teacher. She wore a charcoal-gray skirt that went down to her knees but didn't hide that delicious, bubbly ass. My clit throbbed, wanting to turn into a futa-dick. “Uh, are you drooling over Mrs. Reyes's ass?” asked Natalie. My stomach went cold. I remembered that I couldn't trust my best friend any longer. She was my futa-mom's sex slave. If I let it out that I was staring at a MILF, Mom would find out. She would get suspicious. “No, no,” I said then latched onto the girl bending over at the drinking fountain, her tartan skirt falling over her rump. “I'm looking at Aoi.” “Aoi?” Natalie asked. “That nerd.” The Japanese girl had glasses on and wore a loose, white blouse and a schoolgirl tartan skirt that went well past her knees. If her skirt was half as short, it would be sexy. It was just... boring with that length. What a pity. She could be hot if she tried. “She's probably a virgin,” I said. I swallowed. Did Natalie buy it? It was so wrong that I had to hide my desires from my bestest best friend in the world. Natalie should be my confidant in seducing sexy MILFs, but my mother had corrupted her. You can't trust any girl that's ridden your mother's cock, I thought. No, that was Spice. She would sometimes whisper to me and it just sounded like my own voice. No wonder crazy people were crazy. They probably had demons whispering to them and they thought it was their own mind speaking. She's got an angel-dick now. I know, I thought back. “That is a hot idea,” said Natalie. She whipped out her phone and snapped a pick of Aoi drinking. “She's like Georgia. Who is awesome. You should total start dating her.” “Dating?” I asked. “Did you just use the 'D' word.” “I know,” Natalie said, her phone clicking as she took the photo. Then she started typing on it. “What can I say, your mother's both a wholesome and corrupting influence on me.” “Yeah,” I said, studying her. Maybe I should fuck Natalie's mother? Michelle Tailor, Natalie's mom, was one hot piece of ass. “That's good, though. Send that pic to my mom. If Aoi's got a cherry, I'm sure Mom will want to arrange a tryst.” Natalie giggled. “Just let me lick out the cum this time. That would be hot to drink your cum out of a virgin's pussy.” “Yeah, it would be,” I said. I mean, I wouldn't say no to popping another cherry. It was hot. Careful, warned Spice. That's what your mom and her annoying angel want you to think. Go for that Mrs. Reyes. God, she's a hot piece of ass. And Natalie's Mom, too. And most of all, the MILF who got away. Mrs. Mathews! Was that last one me, Spice, or both of us together. I let out a throaty groan either way, wanting to slide my cock into the reverend's wife. I would make Mrs. Matthews into my whore. My mother wouldn't stop me this time. “God, I am so wet,” Natalie said. “Want to fuck in the restroom?” I glanced at her and groaned, “Yes!” I realized I hadn't gotten my dick into my bestest best friend. Mom had hogged her last night, wanting me to “bond” with Georgia and fall in love and all that garbage. Love was a lie. My dad promised to love my mom forever, and he dumped her for being a frigid bitch. Fucking was so much better. Yep! Spice agreed. I caught her grinning face in a mirror on the inside of a girl's locker. Just for a moment, but she looked happy. Natalie grabbed my hand and dragged me to the nearest girl's restroom. We pushed through the crowd and broke through into the serpentine hallway that led inside. You couldn't see in and you couldn't see out, but there was no unsanitary door to open after washing your hands. “Oh, my god, we're going to get wild,” moaned Natalie as we were inside the restroom. It was quieter in here. A girl checking her makeup glanced at us. She frowned. “Don't mind us,” I said as we headed to the last stall, “just going to fuck my bestest friend. She loves my big dick.” “What, did you dykes bring a dildo to school.” “A big and fleshy clit-dick!” said Natalie. Giggling, we slid into the restroom stall. It felt like old times, the two of us up to no good at school. I pinned her against the stall door and kissed her with hunger. My lips melted into my bestest friend's. She was amazing. I loved fucking around with her. Having a friend that you fooled around with was the greatest. My clit blossomed into my dick as my tongue plundered her mouth. Her hands grabbed my ass, drawing up my skirt. I was fumbling to yank down her skinny jeans off her hips. The stall door rattled as we made out with hunger. The girl doing her makeup muttered, “Fucking dykes.” My cunt clenched. I loved that she knew. It made this so much hotter. My tongue danced with my bestest friend's. Natalie grabbed my naked ass now while my dick grew into her belly, sliding up against her top. I throbbed, at full girth, my shaved cunt dripping with excitement. The juices ran down my thighs. Her tongue buried into my mouth now. I sucked on it as I shoved down her jeans, pushing them down her lush thighs. She started wiggling and squirming, using her legs to work them down farther. They were out of my reach now. I didn't want to stop kissing her. She kept squirming. Natalie had some real skills. Her jeans rustled and then her left leg slid up and around my waist, bare and naked. She had wiggled her foot out of her jeans. She pulled me against her, the stall door rattling louder. I broke the kiss and groaned, “God, I want to fuck you so hard.” “Then do it, futa!” she taunted. “Send me to first period with a pussy full of your girl-cum!” “God, yes!” I gasped and drew back my hips. My cock slid down her body. Then I was touching her shaved pubic mound. I arched my ass out further while her hand shot between us to grab my dick. My tip slid down to her folds. I groaned at the feel of her clit piercing then the kiss of her hot cuntlips. She shoved me right to her hole. I grinned and pushed into my bestest friend slowly. Her face quivered right before me. She whimpered and groaned, her expressions scrunching up. It was so hot to witness. I loved the sight of her looking like that. It made my dick throb and ache as I went deeper and deeper into her cunt. “Oh, my fucking god,” she groaned. “Your cock is as big as your mother's.” “Mmm,” I purred, “and does that make you hot to have fucked my mother and now me.” Her pussy clenched down on my cock. “What do you think?” I kissed my bestest friend, groaning into her as I sank to the hilt in her pussy. Her cunt gripped my futa-dick. I throbbed in the heave on her twat. Then I pulled back. She gripped my dick with her hot snatch. The pleasure rushed down through me. It was intense. Delicious. The best thing to feel in the world. I loved every moment of it. I shuddered as her pussy sucked at me. Inch after inch of my dick slid out of her cunt. It was amazing to enjoy. I thrust back into her. I slammed to the hilt in my bestest friend's cunt. I groaned into her lips as her pussy welcomed me in. Her left leg held me tight. My nipples throbbed as I rubbed my clothed tits against her big boobs. I hated that our tops separated our breasts. The door rattled as I thrust into her. She moaned. I whimpered. It was heaven to be in her cunt. Her pussy massaged me with every one of my strokes into her. I groaned as I buried into her. I loved it. This was the life. This was rapture. Ecstasy. I shuddered, pumping away at her cunt. I fucked her with passion. I rammed to the hilt in her again and again. I filled her twat up. It was intense. Delicious. I loved it. I savored every second of burying into her. Her pussy clenched around me. She squeezed with such rapture on my dick. My pussy drank in the pleasure that flowed down my cock as I fucked my bestest friend. I broke the kiss. “God, Natalie!” “I know!” she moaned, her arms hugging me tight. Her brown eyes filled up my vision. “Ooh, that's good. Just ram that dick into me.” “Yes!” My pussy clenched, the heat swelling inside of me. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. I buried into her hard and fast, the pressure swelling inside of me. I would have a mighty cum in my friend's twat. Just pump all that jizz into her. Just a big explosion of cum that would flood into her. it would be outstanding. I groaned, burying into her cunt. I slammed in hard. Fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. My face contorted with this wonderful bliss. It would erupt from me. I slammed into her cunt. Her flesh gripped me. She held me tight. I groaned, loving every thrust into her. every last plunge into her snatch. It was incredible. I shuddered, my pussy drinking in the heat, feeding my impending orgasm. “Fuck, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Natalie!” “Cum in me!” she moaned. “Yes!” I gasped, slamming hard into her. I kissed my bestest friend and buried to the hilt in her cunt. I erupted. My cum fired into her depths. Her pussy went wild around my dick. She kissed me back, hugging me so tight as I pumped load after load of cum into her spasming twat. The pleasure slammed into my mind while the bliss rippled out of my convulsing snatch. “Ooh, ooh, that's so good,” Natalie moaned. “Sky!” I basted my bestest friend's pussy with every drop of spunk in my ovaries. I unloaded in her, our bodies trembling together. Her big boobs rubbed into my little tits through our blouses. Her twat rippled around my clit-dick, sucking me dry. I groaned as I spilled that last bit of delight into her pussy. I stared into her eyes and then I realized I could never trust her with my MILF plans. She was my mother's. This pain flared in my heart. How could Natalie be my bestest best friend if she would betray me? I pulled out of her and turned around, panting. “Mmm, that was good,” Natalie moaned. “Yeah,” I panted, my dick throbbing and twitching. I let it shrink back into a clit. “We should get to class.” “Yeah, yeah, your Mom would be mad if we were tardy.” I closed my eyes. The old Natalie never would have given a flying fuck if we were late to a class. I drew in deep breaths. My resolve to fuck every married MILF I could rose in me. My futa-mother had to pay. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Madeline MarlowK/strong> “Virgin alert!” Natalie's text read. With it was a picture of eighteen-year-old Aoi Suzihara. I stared at the pic of the slender, Japanese girl bent over the drinking fountain. I squirmed as I sat at the secretary's desk at the school's admin office. The line rang. I picked up the phone and tucked it into my corner. “Washington Community College, how can I help you?” The person on the other end needed the extension to the guidance counselor. I put her threw by rote, my eyes never leaving the picture of Aoi. She was gorgeous. Perfect. The next virgin I had to enjoy. But how? I did have certain powers as the secretary. I could summon any student to the office, ostensibly to speak with the president, dean of students, a guidance counselor, or any other member of the administration faculty. But then where could I take the girl. I would need an office, perhaps. My own was out in public. However, I could leave my desk, setting up the automated phone service where people could navigate the menu to find who they needed. My clit throbbed. Office... office... There was the Title IX office that was used during investigations. That was empty right now. I smiled and then typed away at my computer. It didn't take me long to figure out where I could find Aoi. She was in her first-period class. I looked up her teacher's cell phone on the school network and then sent him a text message. “Please send Aoi to the office right away,” it read. All the faculty had a special app on their phone for communications. It would beep. He would probably grumble at the interruption, but it wouldn't be long before Aoi appeared. My pussy clenched. It was so hard not to let my clit grow into a big futa-dick. My lusts swelled in me. This heady rush of excitement that would have me sliding my mommy-dick into Aoi soon. Well, not her mouth. But a girl had two other holes I could enjoy. I hummed to myself while Grace appeared in the glare on my computer screen. The motherly angel looked worried. She squirmed there, her brow contorted. I gave her a reassuring smile. Aoi is going to lose her virginity to some pimply-face boy one day. At least with Sky, she'll have a good time. Okay, Madeline, the angel thought back. I trust you. Then stop having any doubts. My ears pricked up. I heard approaching footsteps. I think that's her. Ooh, wish me good luck in seducing her. Grace bit her lip then the door to the office opened before the angel said anything. To my utter delight, Aoi walked in. The slender, Japanese girl had a nervous look on her face. She pushed up her glasses, wearing the crisp, white blouse and her long, tartan skirt. She licked her lips nervously. “M-Mr. Claes told me to come to the school office,” she said, her voice a soft whimper. “Relax, relax,” I told her. “It'll be all right. I'm Mrs. Marlow. Just come with me, and we'll get this all straightened out.” “Okay,” she said. I moved away from my desk and opened the door that led into the back. As I did, I held out my left hand to her. She took it, her palm damp with her nervousness. I gave her a reassuring squeeze and a motherly smile. “Do you know my daughter, Sky?” I asked her as we headed back. “A little,” she said. “We don't... move in the same circles.” “Mmm, you're probably better friends with Georgia Matthews?” “I guess,” Aoi said, her head downcast. “What is going on?” “Well, we had a tip that you had something inappropriate on you,” I told her. “I'm afraid I'm going to have to search you.” “What?” she gasped. “I would never.” “I know,” I said as we reached the door for the Title IX conference room. I opened the door and pulled her in. It was a simple room with a large table in the center. I led her to the table and then studied her. “Just relax. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you, but... I am going to have to strip you naked.” “Naked?” she asked. I nodded solemnly. “I know. It's scary. Tell you what, let me strip naked first that way we both can be embarrassed.” “But...” she said. “Is that... I mean...” I put a finger to her lips, hushing her. “Aoi, you're in good hands. I would never hurt you. Okay? I'm a mother. I'll treat you like I would if you were my own daughter.” My cunt clenched. I was so eager to treat her the way I would Sky. “So relax.” She swallowed. I began unbuttoning my flowery blouse. I worked them slowly, popping the buttons through. She squirmed, her eyes flicking to the growing expanse of cleavage as I exposed more and more of my large breasts. She bit her lower lip, fidgeting in place. I slid my blouse off, my breasts constrained in a cream-hued bra. It had underwire support and study straps to cradle to my breasts. I reached behind me to find the breast band and unfastened them. Then I slipped my arms out of the sleeves and worked them down my body. My breasts came out, swaying back and forth. “See,” I told her. “Nothing to be afraid of. I'm getting naked, too. Okay?” “Okay,” she whispered and swallowed. “You're so...” “I know,” I said. “When you have a child, your breasts swell up. Don't pass that along. I would hate for there to be a rash of pregnancies.” Her eyes widened. “I wouldn't...” “Because you're a good girl who always uses protection or...” I arched an eyebrow. “Are you still a virgin.” She squirmed more. “That's okay,” I told her as I unzipped my skirt and let it drop down my legs. My blonde bush came into view, dripping with my cream. My tangy musk filled the air. “There's nothing wrong in saving your virginity for the right girl.” “You're not wearing panties,” Aoi said. “I have a... condition,” I said. “I'm a futa. Futanari, I guess. You see, sometimes my clit gets excited and...” I shuddered. “Oh, dear.” My clit swelled out of the folds of my pussy and thrust out through my golden bush. Aoi gasped and took a step back. She clapped hands over her mouth as her eyes widened behind her glasses. My heart beat fast, my clit growing in spurting pulses, matching the rhythm of my heart. “See, it becomes a cock,” I said. “Futanari syndrome.” That sounded... plausible to me. “I'm so sorry. I really, really can't control when it grows. But, as you can see, it's too big to fit in a pair of panties. I just have to wear skirts and try to hide it. I'm so, so sorry you had to see that.” “It's... it's okay, Mrs. Marlow,” she said, her cheeks darkening. Her breath quickened. “Well, now to strip-search you.” I reached out for her. “And, again, I'm so sorry to have to do this to you. It's just the school policy. We have to investigate every allegation no matter how flimsy they are.” Aoi absently nodded, her glasses slipping down her nose. She had her gaze locked on my futa-cock. I smiled and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. I exposed more of the pale-olive skin. Her collarbone then her breast bone leading down to the soft swell of her breasts. She had a white-and-teal striped bra on that cradled breasts that, to my surprise, looked to be C cups. Maybe even D cups. She wore the blouse so baggy, I thought her to have tits like Sky. Those looked so delicious. I licked my lips as I exposed her stomach and her cute navel. She didn't fight me as I pulled off her blouse. Her top slid down her arms. She shuddered, her breath rising and falling. Her eyes remained locked on my girl-dick. I went for her skirt next, my big boobs and mommy-dick swaying before me. I slid my hands down her naked sides to the waistband. It was elastic, so I just tugged on it, working her skirt down her body. It slid over her rump and then fell down her thighs. “Ooh, matching panties,” I said. “So cute.” She blinked... “I'm sorry, what, Mrs. Marlow?” I ran my hand along the waistband of her white-and-teal-stripped panties. “I was just admiring how your bra and panties make such a cute set.” She squirmed, her right hand rubbing at her left arm beneath her elbow. She was so adorable. I grinned at her and then I carefully adjusted her glasses on her face. That lifted her gaze up to my eyes, her lips so kissable. “Just your bra and panties, then we can be sure you don't have anything on you. Though...” I smiled. “You might have it in your pussy.” “But I'm a virgin!” she gasped. “With an intact cherry?” I asked, my dick throbbing. She blushed and nodded. She was perfect. I slid my hands down from her glasses to her shoulders then down her back. I walked them across her shoulder blades, my futa-cock throbbing and aching with every beat of my heart. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. I had to fuck this girl so badly. But I couldn't take her cherry. Sacrifices... A mother had to make sacrifices for her futa-daughter's happiness. I found the girl's bra band and the clasp. With a quick twist, it came undone. Then I pulled it off her shoulders. She quivered there as it came free. I loved the way her arms pressed together to let me pull it off of her. This was such a delight. Her titties came into view. They were round and perky, her nipples a dark shade of brown. I cupped her breasts and she gasped. Her eyes widened as my fingers massaged at her skin. She shuddered. “M-Mrs. Marlow,” she groaned. “Just making sure you're not hiding anything,” I purred. “How?” I winked at her. I released her breasts and then slid my hands down her hips, sinking down to my knees. I was eye level with her cute tummy. I ducked my head in and kissed her right on the bellybutton, my tongue darting in to “search” her navel. She squealed and jumped back. I grinned at the squirming girl, the salty flavor of her skin lingering on my tongue. My thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties and I slowly tugged off Aoi's underwear. “Just relax,” I said. “The search is nearly complete. You'll be fine. This is just a precaution.” “Okay,” she whispered, her breasts rising and falling. They had a lovely jiggle to them. I peeled down her panties, her thick, black bush coming into view. It was wild tangle, the midnight hairs so much darker than her pale-olive skin. A tart musk filled my nose. She had such a yummy smelling pussy. I loved it. My mouth watered. A hunger grew in me. This wild need to just feast on her seized me. I held off, rolling her panties down her thighs. Her knees pressed close together while my eyes stared at her black tangle of curls. She had so much pubic hair, I couldn't peer through. It was exciting to witness. It made my cunt clench. She was an amazing and lovely girl. I salivated. I knew I would enjoy every moment of eating her out. She quivered there as I brought the panties to her black shoes and ankle socks. She daintily stepped out of them, her tart scent filling my nose. “Now,” I said, pressing her knees apart. She shifted her feet while I leaned in. “I just have to search your pussy. Make sure you're telling the truth about being a virgin.” “I am,” she protested. I winked at her. “I know, I know, but I have to check.” I licked my lips and then I pressed my face into her bush. I felt her silky curls rub over my lips and cheeks. Then my lips nuzzled in until I kissed at her twat directly. She gasped, her round boobs jiggling. My tongue slid out through her folds and stroked across... Hymen. “Mmm, you do have a cherry cunt,” I purred and slid my hands around to grab her rump. I squeezed her asscheeks and licked again. “Mrs. Marlow!” she moaned. “Mmm, you've been such a good sport. Let me give you a reward. You deserve this delight.” I licked her virgin pussy again. She gasped, her face twisting. This excitement surged through me. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My pussy clenched, the juices running down my thighs. Such wicked and wanton delight rippled through me. Her ticklish bush rubbed at my face. It felt so wonderful on my cheeks. I loved it. I savored it. Her tart juices coated my tongue. She whimpered and moaned. Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my digits. I kneaded her rump, savoring every moment of this. My tongue thrust into her twat. I licked at her. Lapped at her. I loved every moment of this. Every last second of caressing her. She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her hands rubbed at her tummy. “M-Mrs. Marlow. This... I... You shouldn't be doing this. I'm a student. You're on the staff. It's against the rules!” “I don't care,” I moaned, reveling in her barely legal twat. “I don't care about legality one whit.” I fluttered my tongue against her twat. I licked and lapped at her. I caressed her folds over and over again. I savored the taste of her. The flavor of her twat. I fluttered my tongue against her hymen, loving her juices running over my chin. I flicked up to her clit. She gasped. Her body bucked. That was such a delicious treat watching her round tits jiggle. I swirled my tongue around her bud, loving every moment of it. Every last second of it. My pussy clenched, the heat rising inside of me. “Mrs. Marlow!” she groaned as I nursed on her clit. Her fingers twitched. Then she shot her hands down and grabbed my hair. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow, that's... This... Oh, yes, yes!” I loved her surrender to the pleasure. She gripped my blonde locks as my soft lips nibbled on her clit. I teased her little bud, giving the virgin so much delight. My futa-cock throbbed before me. My boobs jiggled as more of her cream ran down my chin. This was so exciting. Aoi's gasps echoed through the room. Her cute moans reverberated around me. She gasped and shuddered, her titties jiggling. Those firm titties were such a delight for me to enjoy. Thank you for giving me this futa-cock, Grace, I moaned. I was such a prude. I was missing out on so much. I didn't give it to you so you could be depraved! the angel gasped. I'm not depraved. I'm doing this to control Sky. You know that. I'm plunging into sin. A sacrifice for my daughter. If I wasn't, I would have my dick in Aoi's virgin twat right now. Okay, the angel said. It is fun, I suppose. I mean, I've only been with Spice, but it must be nice to have others. Only Spice? Well, yes, angels are monogamous. I was supposed to control her with love and sex, but she got out. We'll get her back to you, I promised and sucked hard on Aoi's clit. “Mrs. Marlow,” she moaned. “Something... There's something building in me.” “Mmm, that's your orgasm.” “Orgasm?” She sounded shocked. “But it feels.... feels like I'm going to drown. It's scary.” “I know.” I nibbled on her bud. “But it's exhilarating. The best rush in the world. Don't be afraid.” I gripped her ass. “I'm here to catch you, okay?” “Okay.” I sucked again on her. She groaned, her face twisting in delight. She squirmed her hips from side to side, rubbing her hot cunt on my face. Her juices grew hotter. The tart flavor more intense. I savored it. She was about to erupt. To flood me with her cream. I smiled, eager for that moment to happen. She groaned, her fingers tightening in my hair. Then she threw back her head and cried out in wordless delight. Her juices gushed out into my mouth. I drank them down. I gulped down all that wonderful cream. It was such a delight. “Mrs. Marlow!” she squealed. My pussy clenched. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My heart pounded in my chest as I drank down all her pussy juices. Aoi's passion tasted so delicious. I squeezed my eyes shut, savoring every drop that flowed out of her, more spilling over my chin and down my throat. “Oh, wow,” she gasped. “This... This... Oh, wow!” The flow of her cream slowed and then stopped. I licked at my lips, savoring the flavor of her pussy cream. This wicked shiver ran through me. My futa-dick throbbed. I had to slide into her asshole now. I had to fuck the virgin's tight bowels. I knew they would be amazing. “Okay,” I told her, rising, “the search of your pussy is complete, but there's one more place to look.” “There is?” the girl mewled, her voice sluggish. “Where, Mrs. Marlow? Didn't you get everywhere?” “Not your asshole,” I said. She gasped, “What?” “Luckily, I have my big mommy-cock to do it with,” I said, slapping my huge cock down on her crack. Her butt-cheeks felt so wonderful against my throbbing flesh. She gasped and threw a look over her shoulder at me. “But M-Mrs. Marlow!” she squealed. “That's... I mean, you can't... That's my...” “Shh,” I told her, stroking her back. “I told you, Aoi, I will never hurt you. Just like I won't ever hurt my daughter. Do you believe me?” “Yes,” she squeaked. “Good.” I pressed my cock into her butt-crack. “Just relax. I promise you that anal sex with a futa-dick feels amazing. Okay. My daughter has fucked me in the ass, and I loved it.” “Your daughter?” “She's a futa, too.” I slid my cock lower, the delicious flesh squeezing about the crown of my dick. Then I found her puckered asshole. “There we are. Now just relax. I'm going to go slow, okay?” “Okay, Mrs. Marlow.” I pushed forward on Aoi's asshole, my dick aching. Her tight anal ring slowly parted for my crown. My futa-cock leaked all that precum to lube the way. She groaned and squirmed, her butt-cheeks clenching as her asshole widened more and more. It felt incredible. I felt the ring slowly sliding over the crown of my cock, stretching open to take more and more of it. She whimpered, her head tossing back and forth. Then a low, throaty groan rose from her, sounding tense. “It's okay,” I purred, my hands stroking her sides. “Relax, Aoi. You'll love this.” “Yes, Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped. My cock popped into her asshole. I shuddered at the velvety delight of her hot asshole sliding around the tip of my cock. I went deeper and deeper into her bowels. My pussy clenched as I savored the wonderful delight of her hot flesh. The bliss melted up my mommy-cock to my pussy. The pleasure was exquisite. I smiled, savoring the delight. My pussy clenched as I went deeper and deeper into her hole. It was amazing. I sighed, loving every second of entering her bowels. This was incredible. A true treat to enjoy. “Oh, Aoi,” I groaned. “Mrs. Marlow,” she gasped in surprise delight as I bottomed out in her bowels. Her asshole squeezed around my girth. “It does feel good.” “Told you,” I cooed and drew back. She whimpered and squirmed, her bowels squeezing about my mommy-cock. That felt amazing to me. I groaned and slammed back into her. I buried to the hilt into her asshole. She groaned and squeezed about me. Her wonderful flesh held me tight as I thrust away. I fucked the girl hard and fast, my crotch smacking into her cute rump. Her whimpers and my moans echoed through the room. My tits heaved before me. “Oh, Aoi, yes!” I gasped. “Your asshole feels amazing. There's nothing bad in here.” “Nothing!” she agreed. “This is amazing, Mrs. Marlow. Yes, yes, this is wonderful!” Her young bowels gripped me. Every plunge into her warmed up my pussy. My ovaries drank in the bliss, my load of futa-cum readying to fire into her asshole. I would flood her with all that jizz. I would baste her with every bit of spunk I had. I shuddered. My pussy clenching. Juices soaked my bush as my excitement swelled and swelled. Her velvety bowels built the pressure at the tip of my cock. I would have such a mighty eruption of cum in her depths. “Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow. That's so good. That's amazing. I love this. I love this so much.” “So do I!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, so do I!” I plunged into her bowels with such powerful strokes. I was getting closer and closer to flooding this cute girl with my futa-cum. My ovaries brimmed with all the jizz I would fire into her. I buried into her asshole, her flesh clenching about me as I pulled back. She squealed in delight. “Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped as I plunged into her bowels. “I'm cumming again!” Her hot asshole convulsed around my dick. The virgin bucked on the table. Her bowels rippled about me, sucking at my cock. I groaned, my face contorting from the bliss of her wicked flesh massaging me. I drew back as she gasped and whimpered. Her flesh swelled that aching tip at the pinnacle of my girl-dick. I groaned and then thrust forward again. I buried into her convulsing depths, loving the way her flesh massaged around my cock. “Oh, yes, yes, Aoi!” I gasped. “This is amazing. I'm going to... to... Cum!” My futa-jizz fired into her bowels. I pumped load after load of my futa-cum into her bowels I basted her with all the spunk that was brimming inside of me. It was incredible to feel. It was awesome to unleash all this spunk into her asshole. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow!” she moaned. “You're filling up my butt. Ooh, this is so wicked! Yes!” “It is!” I moaned. My pussy convulsed, adding those waves of delight to the ecstasy firing out of my dick. The dual delights carried me higher and higher. My big boobs heaved before me as I basted the girl's tight asshole. Her flesh rippled around me. She milked out the last of my cum. I panted after firing that final spurt of jizz into her. My breasts rose and fell. I groaned, my body buzzing from all the delight that I pumped into her bowels. She whimpered, her flesh's spasming slowing and then stopping. “Mrs. Marlow,” she mewled. “Mmm, I need to take a picture of this,” I purred. This was the perfect temptation to keep my futa-daughter from straying. Sky would continue to be my good girl thanks to Aoi and all the other virgins I would find. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sky Marlow I was sitting bored in the back of my first class, just waiting for next period when I would have Mrs. Reyes to lust after. To figure out how to seduce. My clit throbbed as the fantasies of enjoying that Latina MILF danced through my head. My phone chirped. I had it set with that high-pitched tone adults couldn't hear. It was a screech verging on inaudible to me. I pulled it out and swiped the screen without looking down at it. I kept my eyes on Mr. Tate's lecture. I was skilled at sneaking out my phone in class. A text from Mom. I opened it and the picture dragged my eyes down. There was Aoi Suzihara bent over a desk naked, her fingers pulling apart her butt-cheeks to show her asshole bubbling with cum. Jizz ran down to her black bush where my mother's fingers held the girl's pussy open. Revealing a hymen. “I have just what you need for lunch,” the text read. “Love, Mom.” “Fuck,” I groaned beneath my breath. Really? Already. I had to play this out carefully. I had hoped to use lunch to enjoy Mrs. Reyes. How could I fuck a MILF and get away with it? To be continued... |
Futa Daughter's Naughty Temptation Chapter Seven: Futa-Mommy Searches the Cutie By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Madeline Marlow I savored my futa-daughter, Sky, sucking my clit-dick as I drove us to school. I worked as a secretary at her community college. She bobbed her head, loving my mommy-cock with that hungry mouth of hers. I gripped the steering wheel, struggling to focus on driving. “Wow, Mrs. Marlow, your daughter is being naughty,” Georgia said from the backseat. The reverend's daughter had lost her virginity yesterday. I had used her to keep Sky from seducing the reverend's wife, Georgia's mother, and ruining the Matthews' marriage. Georgia's virginity was a small sacrifice to keep Sky from breaking apart happy couples. Besides, Sky and Georgia were so cute together. If they got married, they would be adorable. I didn't know if futas could have children, but Sky and Georgia would have such cute children if they could. Probably all daughters. Pleasure rippled down my cock from my daughter's sucking. She made such wet and obscene sounds, these slurping noises that made my pussy clench almost as much as the suction she created. My daughter knew how to blow a dick. Well, she had been a wild child. A slut, if I was honest. But now she was my good girl. “Oh, yes, yes, honey,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. “That's so good. Ooh, you know just how to suck my dick. You're going to make mommy cum.” “She better before we get to classes,” Natalie said. She was Sky's equally as wild friend. The two nineteen-year-old girls had me frustrated to no end, but now Natalie was my good slut. I had tamed her with my mommy-cock. “Yes, she should,” I purred. Natalie was basically my sex slave. Which was so hot. I had changed so much since yesterday. Futa-cocks were a big game-changer. I loved them. I wanted to fuck young girls, especially my daughter. She had seduced me into incest, and it was just the hottest thing in the world. I slowed at the stoplight, cars around me. None of them knew I had a girl-dick let alone that my daughter was sucking it. My toes curled in my shoes at Sky's wonderful suction. She made my dick feel amazing. I smiled, savoring that wonderful pressure building and building. I would have such a huge explosion of cum. My futa-seed would fire out of my dick into her mouth. I groaned, my heart thundering in my chest. This was incredible to feel. Her lips moved up and down my dick. She sucked and slurped, her blonde hair sliding over my lap. “Yes, yes, just like that,” I moaned, accelerating through the intersection. “Just nurse on my girl-dick. Oh, you're such a good girl.” She sucked hard. My pussy clenched. I groaned, my back arching. The pleasure rushed through my body. It was intense. Incredible. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. I slowed again, the school in sight. My pussy clenched. “Hurry, Sky!” I moaned, growing antsy at the light. My daughter shoved her hand between my thighs. Cross-traffic flowed before me while her fingers found my pussy lips. She thrust her digits into my cunt. My eyes widened at the feel of her fingers sliding into my hot depths. She curled them inside of me. She stroked them along the top of my pussy wall. It added this wonderful delight that swelled the pressure at the pinnacle of my dick. She nursed hard on me, her tongue swabbing around my spongy crown. “It's turning,” I groaned, watching cross-traffic slowing. Their light turned red. “Hurry, Sky!” The light turned green. I had to go. Her fingers stroked along my pussy. I pulled into the turn lane, oncoming traffic blocking me from making the left. Which gave Sky a few more precious seconds to find some way to make me cum before I had to turn into the parking lot. Then the car ahead slowed to let me go. I groaned and turned in. I pulled into the parking lot just as Sky touched this special spot in my pussy. My eyes bulged. I bucked in my seat as my orgasm detonated inside of me. “Oh, my Lord, yes!” I howled, trembling. My futa-cum fired into my daughter's mouth. My pussy went wild around her fingers stroking that delicious spot. Ecstasy flooded from my cunt and rapture burst from my mommy-dick. Stars exploded across the world. I gasped and moaned, my car stopped. Students and faculty were moving around me. I shuddered while dumping load after load of my cum down Sky's mouth. She gulped it down with hunger, swallowing with noisy passion. “Wow,” Georgia said in awe. “Uh-huh!” I moaned, my orgasm still bursting through me. Sky swallowed more and more of my cum. The pleasure rushing out of my pussy was so intense. So much more powerful than I was used to. My eyes fluttered as the ecstasy blazed across my mind. It was outstanding. Incredible. I hit the peak and then I fired the last of my cum into her mouth. “Sky, Sky,” I moaned. “What... That... Oh, my gosh, what was that?” “What did she do to you, Mrs. Marlow?” Georgia asked. “She... she...” I trembled through the ecstasy. “She touched this spot in me.” “Oh, your G-spot!” Natalie said. “Ooh, I bet that made cumming as a futa intense, huh, Mrs. Marlow.” “Yes,” I panted. “That was—” HONK! I jumped and then realized I had stopped. I turned down a side lane and found a place to park as Sky slid her lips off my mommy cock. She smacked them, some cum and drool on her mouth. She stretched her arms as I pulled into a space and put the car in park. “Yum,” my green-eyed daughter said. “You have something on your chin, honey,” I said. Instead of getting out a wet wipe from my purse, I leaned in and licked up the jizz from her lips. I kissed my daughter right here in the parking lot. She moaned and kissed me back. It was so hot, our tongues dancing, the salty flavor of my cum seasoning our incestuous passion. Sky broke the kiss and purred, “Thanks, Mom, you're the best.” She opened her door. I smiled. This was so wonderful. I was so glad that we were so close now. I had won thanks to this futa-dick. Now, I had to start my day and find her more virgins to deflower. I hummed, thinking about how I would figure out which girls still had a cherry. Some hands-on research? I smiled. And if they didn't have hymens, well, I could just slide right on into their pussies and give them a reward for being such good girls and letting me examine them. Now, I just had to figure out the pretext to do it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sky Marlow I walked into the school building with Natalie at my side. We had mostly the same schedule. Usually, so we could just hang out in the back and pretend to care while really gossiping and texting. She hooked her arm with mine and leaned in close. “God, I am so horny,” she said. “We should fuck in the bathroom.” “Maybe,” I said, my eyes sliding over the halls. A group of boys from the basketball team, all tall and handsome, glanced at us. I rolled my eyes. I didn't need boys, or men, any longer. I needed girls. Women. MILFs. I needed some hot, older, married woman to fuck. To satisfy. Enjoying Mrs. Spencer last night had been hot. And Mom had no idea I snuck out of the house to fuck the new mommy across the street. I had to get more of that MILF poon. “Look at her,” groaned Natalie. “With your cock, you could bag Velvet. Hottest fucking girl in school.” Velvet was leaning against the locker. The busty, bleached-blonde cheerleader leaned against the locker while one of the football players chatted her up. She wore a pair of low-riding skinny jeans, her red thong flashing. A tight crop top hugged her big and bountiful tits. “I suppose,” I said, my eyes looking around. I threw a look over my shoulder and groaned as I spotted Mrs. Reyes, my math teacher. She wore a charcoal-gray skirt that went down to her knees but didn't hide that delicious, bubbly ass. My clit throbbed, wanting to turn into a futa-dick. “Uh, are you drooling over Mrs. Reyes's ass?” asked Natalie. My stomach went cold. I remembered that I couldn't trust my best friend any longer. She was my futa-mom's sex slave. If I let it out that I was staring at a MILF, Mom would find out. She would get suspicious. “No, no,” I said then latched onto the girl bending over at the drinking fountain, her tartan skirt falling over her rump. “I'm looking at Aoi.” “Aoi?” Natalie asked. “That nerd.” The Japanese girl had glasses on and wore a loose, white blouse and a schoolgirl tartan skirt that went well past her knees. If her skirt was half as short, it would be sexy. It was just... boring with that length. What a pity. She could be hot if she tried. “She's probably a virgin,” I said. I swallowed. Did Natalie buy it? It was so wrong that I had to hide my desires from my bestest best friend in the world. Natalie should be my confidant in seducing sexy MILFs, but my mother had corrupted her. You can't trust any girl that's ridden your mother's cock, I thought. No, that was Spice. She would sometimes whisper to me and it just sounded like my own voice. No wonder crazy people were crazy. They probably had demons whispering to them and they thought it was their own mind speaking. She's got an angel-dick now. I know, I thought back. “That is a hot idea,” said Natalie. She whipped out her phone and snapped a pick of Aoi drinking. “She's like Georgia. Who is awesome. You should total start dating her.” “Dating?” I asked. “Did you just use the 'D' word.” “I know,” Natalie said, her phone clicking as she took the photo. Then she started typing on it. “What can I say, your mother's both a wholesome and corrupting influence on me.” “Yeah,” I said, studying her. Maybe I should fuck Natalie's mother? Michelle Tailor, Natalie's mom, was one hot piece of ass. “That's good, though. Send that pic to my mom. If Aoi's got a cherry, I'm sure Mom will want to arrange a tryst.” Natalie giggled. “Just let me lick out the cum this time. That would be hot to drink your cum out of a virgin's pussy.” “Yeah, it would be,” I said. I mean, I wouldn't say no to popping another cherry. It was hot. Careful, warned Spice. That's what your mom and her annoying angel want you to think. Go for that Mrs. Reyes. God, she's a hot piece of ass. And Natalie's Mom, too. And most of all, the MILF who got away. Mrs. Mathews! Was that last one me, Spice, or both of us together. I let out a throaty groan either way, wanting to slide my cock into the reverend's wife. I would make Mrs. Matthews into my whore. My mother wouldn't stop me this time. “God, I am so wet,” Natalie said. “Want to fuck in the restroom?” I glanced at her and groaned, “Yes!” I realized I hadn't gotten my dick into my bestest best friend. Mom had hogged her last night, wanting me to “bond” with Georgia and fall in love and all that garbage. Love was a lie. My dad promised to love my mom forever, and he dumped her for being a frigid bitch. Fucking was so much better. Yep! Spice agreed. I caught her grinning face in a mirror on the inside of a girl's locker. Just for a moment, but she looked happy. Natalie grabbed my hand and dragged me to the nearest girl's restroom. We pushed through the crowd and broke through into the serpentine hallway that led inside. You couldn't see in and you couldn't see out, but there was no unsanitary door to open after washing your hands. “Oh, my god, we're going to get wild,” moaned Natalie as we were inside the restroom. It was quieter in here. A girl checking her makeup glanced at us. She frowned. “Don't mind us,” I said as we headed to the last stall, “just going to fuck my bestest friend. She loves my big dick.” “What, did you dykes bring a dildo to school.” “A big and fleshy clit-dick!” said Natalie. Giggling, we slid into the restroom stall. It felt like old times, the two of us up to no good at school. I pinned her against the stall door and kissed her with hunger. My lips melted into my bestest friend's. She was amazing. I loved fucking around with her. Having a friend that you fooled around with was the greatest. My clit blossomed into my dick as my tongue plundered her mouth. Her hands grabbed my ass, drawing up my skirt. I was fumbling to yank down her skinny jeans off her hips. The stall door rattled as we made out with hunger. The girl doing her makeup muttered, “Fucking dykes.” My cunt clenched. I loved that she knew. It made this so much hotter. My tongue danced with my bestest friend's. Natalie grabbed my naked ass now while my dick grew into her belly, sliding up against her top. I throbbed, at full girth, my shaved cunt dripping with excitement. The juices ran down my thighs. Her tongue buried into my mouth now. I sucked on it as I shoved down her jeans, pushing them down her lush thighs. She started wiggling and squirming, using her legs to work them down farther. They were out of my reach now. I didn't want to stop kissing her. She kept squirming. Natalie had some real skills. Her jeans rustled and then her left leg slid up and around my waist, bare and naked. She had wiggled her foot out of her jeans. She pulled me against her, the stall door rattling louder. I broke the kiss and groaned, “God, I want to fuck you so hard.” “Then do it, futa!” she taunted. “Send me to first period with a pussy full of your girl-cum!” “God, yes!” I gasped and drew back my hips. My cock slid down her body. Then I was touching her shaved pubic mound. I arched my ass out further while her hand shot between us to grab my dick. My tip slid down to her folds. I groaned at the feel of her clit piercing then the kiss of her hot cuntlips. She shoved me right to her hole. I grinned and pushed into my bestest friend slowly. Her face quivered right before me. She whimpered and groaned, her expressions scrunching up. It was so hot to witness. I loved the sight of her looking like that. It made my dick throb and ache as I went deeper and deeper into her cunt. “Oh, my fucking god,” she groaned. “Your cock is as big as your mother's.” “Mmm,” I purred, “and does that make you hot to have fucked my mother and now me.” Her pussy clenched down on my cock. “What do you think?” I kissed my bestest friend, groaning into her as I sank to the hilt in her pussy. Her cunt gripped my futa-dick. I throbbed in the heave on her twat. Then I pulled back. She gripped my dick with her hot snatch. The pleasure rushed down through me. It was intense. Delicious. The best thing to feel in the world. I loved every moment of it. I shuddered as her pussy sucked at me. Inch after inch of my dick slid out of her cunt. It was amazing to enjoy. I thrust back into her. I slammed to the hilt in my bestest friend's cunt. I groaned into her lips as her pussy welcomed me in. Her left leg held me tight. My nipples throbbed as I rubbed my clothed tits against her big boobs. I hated that our tops separated our breasts. The door rattled as I thrust into her. She moaned. I whimpered. It was heaven to be in her cunt. Her pussy massaged me with every one of my strokes into her. I groaned as I buried into her. I loved it. This was the life. This was rapture. Ecstasy. I shuddered, pumping away at her cunt. I fucked her with passion. I rammed to the hilt in her again and again. I filled her twat up. It was intense. Delicious. I loved it. I savored every second of burying into her. Her pussy clenched around me. She squeezed with such rapture on my dick. My pussy drank in the pleasure that flowed down my cock as I fucked my bestest friend. I broke the kiss. “God, Natalie!” “I know!” she moaned, her arms hugging me tight. Her brown eyes filled up my vision. “Ooh, that's good. Just ram that dick into me.” “Yes!” My pussy clenched, the heat swelling inside of me. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. I buried into her hard and fast, the pressure swelling inside of me. I would have a mighty cum in my friend's twat. Just pump all that jizz into her. Just a big explosion of cum that would flood into her. it would be outstanding. I groaned, burying into her cunt. I slammed in hard. Fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. My face contorted with this wonderful bliss. It would erupt from me. I slammed into her cunt. Her flesh gripped me. She held me tight. I groaned, loving every thrust into her. every last plunge into her snatch. It was incredible. I shuddered, my pussy drinking in the heat, feeding my impending orgasm. “Fuck, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Natalie!” “Cum in me!” she moaned. “Yes!” I gasped, slamming hard into her. I kissed my bestest friend and buried to the hilt in her cunt. I erupted. My cum fired into her depths. Her pussy went wild around my dick. She kissed me back, hugging me so tight as I pumped load after load of cum into her spasming twat. The pleasure slammed into my mind while the bliss rippled out of my convulsing snatch. “Ooh, ooh, that's so good,” Natalie moaned. “Sky!” I basted my bestest friend's pussy with every drop of spunk in my ovaries. I unloaded in her, our bodies trembling together. Her big boobs rubbed into my little tits through our blouses. Her twat rippled around my clit-dick, sucking me dry. I groaned as I spilled that last bit of delight into her pussy. I stared into her eyes and then I realized I could never trust her with my MILF plans. She was my mother's. This pain flared in my heart. How could Natalie be my bestest best friend if she would betray me? I pulled out of her and turned around, panting. “Mmm, that was good,” Natalie moaned. “Yeah,” I panted, my dick throbbing and twitching. I let it shrink back into a clit. “We should get to class.” “Yeah, yeah, your Mom would be mad if we were tardy.” I closed my eyes. The old Natalie never would have given a flying fuck if we were late to a class. I drew in deep breaths. My resolve to fuck every married MILF I could rose in me. My futa-mother had to pay. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Madeline MarlowK/strong> “Virgin alert!” Natalie's text read. With it was a picture of eighteen-year-old Aoi Suzihara. I stared at the pic of the slender, Japanese girl bent over the drinking fountain. I squirmed as I sat at the secretary's desk at the school's admin office. The line rang. I picked up the phone and tucked it into my corner. “Washington Community College, how can I help you?” The person on the other end needed the extension to the guidance counselor. I put her threw by rote, my eyes never leaving the picture of Aoi. She was gorgeous. Perfect. The next virgin I had to enjoy. But how? I did have certain powers as the secretary. I could summon any student to the office, ostensibly to speak with the president, dean of students, a guidance counselor, or any other member of the administration faculty. But then where could I take the girl. I would need an office, perhaps. My own was out in public. However, I could leave my desk, setting up the automated phone service where people could navigate the menu to find who they needed. My clit throbbed. Office... office... There was the Title IX office that was used during investigations. That was empty right now. I smiled and then typed away at my computer. It didn't take me long to figure out where I could find Aoi. She was in her first-period class. I looked up her teacher's cell phone on the school network and then sent him a text message. “Please send Aoi to the office right away,” it read. All the faculty had a special app on their phone for communications. It would beep. He would probably grumble at the interruption, but it wouldn't be long before Aoi appeared. My pussy clenched. It was so hard not to let my clit grow into a big futa-dick. My lusts swelled in me. This heady rush of excitement that would have me sliding my mommy-dick into Aoi soon. Well, not her mouth. But a girl had two other holes I could enjoy. I hummed to myself while Grace appeared in the glare on my computer screen. The motherly angel looked worried. She squirmed there, her brow contorted. I gave her a reassuring smile. Aoi is going to lose her virginity to some pimply-face boy one day. At least with Sky, she'll have a good time. Okay, Madeline, the angel thought back. I trust you. Then stop having any doubts. My ears pricked up. I heard approaching footsteps. I think that's her. Ooh, wish me good luck in seducing her. Grace bit her lip then the door to the office opened before the angel said anything. To my utter delight, Aoi walked in. The slender, Japanese girl had a nervous look on her face. She pushed up her glasses, wearing the crisp, white blouse and her long, tartan skirt. She licked her lips nervously. “M-Mr. Claes told me to come to the school office,” she said, her voice a soft whimper. “Relax, relax,” I told her. “It'll be all right. I'm Mrs. Marlow. Just come with me, and we'll get this all straightened out.” “Okay,” she said. I moved away from my desk and opened the door that led into the back. As I did, I held out my left hand to her. She took it, her palm damp with her nervousness. I gave her a reassuring squeeze and a motherly smile. “Do you know my daughter, Sky?” I asked her as we headed back. “A little,” she said. “We don't... move in the same circles.” “Mmm, you're probably better friends with Georgia Matthews?” “I guess,” Aoi said, her head downcast. “What is going on?” “Well, we had a tip that you had something inappropriate on you,” I told her. “I'm afraid I'm going to have to search you.” “What?” she gasped. “I would never.” “I know,” I said as we reached the door for the Title IX conference room. I opened the door and pulled her in. It was a simple room with a large table in the center. I led her to the table and then studied her. “Just relax. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you, but... I am going to have to strip you naked.” “Naked?” she asked. I nodded solemnly. “I know. It's scary. Tell you what, let me strip naked first that way we both can be embarrassed.” “But...” she said. “Is that... I mean...” I put a finger to her lips, hushing her. “Aoi, you're in good hands. I would never hurt you. Okay? I'm a mother. I'll treat you like I would if you were my own daughter.” My cunt clenched. I was so eager to treat her the way I would Sky. “So relax.” She swallowed. I began unbuttoning my flowery blouse. I worked them slowly, popping the buttons through. She squirmed, her eyes flicking to the growing expanse of cleavage as I exposed more and more of my large breasts. She bit her lower lip, fidgeting in place. I slid my blouse off, my breasts constrained in a cream-hued bra. It had underwire support and study straps to cradle to my breasts. I reached behind me to find the breast band and unfastened them. Then I slipped my arms out of the sleeves and worked them down my body. My breasts came out, swaying back and forth. “See,” I told her. “Nothing to be afraid of. I'm getting naked, too. Okay?” “Okay,” she whispered and swallowed. “You're so...” “I know,” I said. “When you have a child, your breasts swell up. Don't pass that along. I would hate for there to be a rash of pregnancies.” Her eyes widened. “I wouldn't...” “Because you're a good girl who always uses protection or...” I arched an eyebrow. “Are you still a virgin.” She squirmed more. “That's okay,” I told her as I unzipped my skirt and let it drop down my legs. My blonde bush came into view, dripping with my cream. My tangy musk filled the air. “There's nothing wrong in saving your virginity for the right girl.” “You're not wearing panties,” Aoi said. “I have a... condition,” I said. “I'm a futa. Futanari, I guess. You see, sometimes my clit gets excited and...” I shuddered. “Oh, dear.” My clit swelled out of the folds of my pussy and thrust out through my golden bush. Aoi gasped and took a step back. She clapped hands over her mouth as her eyes widened behind her glasses. My heart beat fast, my clit growing in spurting pulses, matching the rhythm of my heart. “See, it becomes a cock,” I said. “Futanari syndrome.” That sounded... plausible to me. “I'm so sorry. I really, really can't control when it grows. But, as you can see, it's too big to fit in a pair of panties. I just have to wear skirts and try to hide it. I'm so, so sorry you had to see that.” “It's... it's okay, Mrs. Marlow,” she said, her cheeks darkening. Her breath quickened. “Well, now to strip-search you.” I reached out for her. “And, again, I'm so sorry to have to do this to you. It's just the school policy. We have to investigate every allegation no matter how flimsy they are.” Aoi absently nodded, her glasses slipping down her nose. She had her gaze locked on my futa-cock. I smiled and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. I exposed more of the pale-olive skin. Her collarbone then her breast bone leading down to the soft swell of her breasts. She had a white-and-teal striped bra on that cradled breasts that, to my surprise, looked to be C cups. Maybe even D cups. She wore the blouse so baggy, I thought her to have tits like Sky. Those looked so delicious. I licked my lips as I exposed her stomach and her cute navel. She didn't fight me as I pulled off her blouse. Her top slid down her arms. She shuddered, her breath rising and falling. Her eyes remained locked on my girl-dick. I went for her skirt next, my big boobs and mommy-dick swaying before me. I slid my hands down her naked sides to the waistband. It was elastic, so I just tugged on it, working her skirt down her body. It slid over her rump and then fell down her thighs. “Ooh, matching panties,” I said. “So cute.” She blinked... “I'm sorry, what, Mrs. Marlow?” I ran my hand along the waistband of her white-and-teal-stripped panties. “I was just admiring how your bra and panties make such a cute set.” She squirmed, her right hand rubbing at her left arm beneath her elbow. She was so adorable. I grinned at her and then I carefully adjusted her glasses on her face. That lifted her gaze up to my eyes, her lips so kissable. “Just your bra and panties, then we can be sure you don't have anything on you. Though...” I smiled. “You might have it in your pussy.” “But I'm a virgin!” she gasped. “With an intact cherry?” I asked, my dick throbbing. She blushed and nodded. She was perfect. I slid my hands down from her glasses to her shoulders then down her back. I walked them across her shoulder blades, my futa-cock throbbing and aching with every beat of my heart. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. I had to fuck this girl so badly. But I couldn't take her cherry. Sacrifices... A mother had to make sacrifices for her futa-daughter's happiness. I found the girl's bra band and the clasp. With a quick twist, it came undone. Then I pulled it off her shoulders. She quivered there as it came free. I loved the way her arms pressed together to let me pull it off of her. This was such a delight. Her titties came into view. They were round and perky, her nipples a dark shade of brown. I cupped her breasts and she gasped. Her eyes widened as my fingers massaged at her skin. She shuddered. “M-Mrs. Marlow,” she groaned. “Just making sure you're not hiding anything,” I purred. “How?” I winked at her. I released her breasts and then slid my hands down her hips, sinking down to my knees. I was eye level with her cute tummy. I ducked my head in and kissed her right on the bellybutton, my tongue darting in to “search” her navel. She squealed and jumped back. I grinned at the squirming girl, the salty flavor of her skin lingering on my tongue. My thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties and I slowly tugged off Aoi's underwear. “Just relax,” I said. “The search is nearly complete. You'll be fine. This is just a precaution.” “Okay,” she whispered, her breasts rising and falling. They had a lovely jiggle to them. I peeled down her panties, her thick, black bush coming into view. It was wild tangle, the midnight hairs so much darker than her pale-olive skin. A tart musk filled my nose. She had such a yummy smelling pussy. I loved it. My mouth watered. A hunger grew in me. This wild need to just feast on her seized me. I held off, rolling her panties down her thighs. Her knees pressed close together while my eyes stared at her black tangle of curls. She had so much pubic hair, I couldn't peer through. It was exciting to witness. It made my cunt clench. She was an amazing and lovely girl. I salivated. I knew I would enjoy every moment of eating her out. She quivered there as I brought the panties to her black shoes and ankle socks. She daintily stepped out of them, her tart scent filling my nose. “Now,” I said, pressing her knees apart. She shifted her feet while I leaned in. “I just have to search your pussy. Make sure you're telling the truth about being a virgin.” “I am,” she protested. I winked at her. “I know, I know, but I have to check.” I licked my lips and then I pressed my face into her bush. I felt her silky curls rub over my lips and cheeks. Then my lips nuzzled in until I kissed at her twat directly. She gasped, her round boobs jiggling. My tongue slid out through her folds and stroked across... Hymen. “Mmm, you do have a cherry cunt,” I purred and slid my hands around to grab her rump. I squeezed her asscheeks and licked again. “Mrs. Marlow!” she moaned. “Mmm, you've been such a good sport. Let me give you a reward. You deserve this delight.” I licked her virgin pussy again. She gasped, her face twisting. This excitement surged through me. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My pussy clenched, the juices running down my thighs. Such wicked and wanton delight rippled through me. Her ticklish bush rubbed at my face. It felt so wonderful on my cheeks. I loved it. I savored it. Her tart juices coated my tongue. She whimpered and moaned. Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my digits. I kneaded her rump, savoring every moment of this. My tongue thrust into her twat. I licked at her. Lapped at her. I loved every moment of this. Every last second of caressing her. She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her hands rubbed at her tummy. “M-Mrs. Marlow. This... I... You shouldn't be doing this. I'm a student. You're on the staff. It's against the rules!” “I don't care,” I moaned, reveling in her barely legal twat. “I don't care about legality one whit.” I fluttered my tongue against her twat. I licked and lapped at her. I caressed her folds over and over again. I savored the taste of her. The flavor of her twat. I fluttered my tongue against her hymen, loving her juices running over my chin. I flicked up to her clit. She gasped. Her body bucked. That was such a delicious treat watching her round tits jiggle. I swirled my tongue around her bud, loving every moment of it. Every last second of it. My pussy clenched, the heat rising inside of me. “Mrs. Marlow!” she groaned as I nursed on her clit. Her fingers twitched. Then she shot her hands down and grabbed my hair. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow, that's... This... Oh, yes, yes!” I loved her surrender to the pleasure. She gripped my blonde locks as my soft lips nibbled on her clit. I teased her little bud, giving the virgin so much delight. My futa-cock throbbed before me. My boobs jiggled as more of her cream ran down my chin. This was so exciting. Aoi's gasps echoed through the room. Her cute moans reverberated around me. She gasped and shuddered, her titties jiggling. Those firm titties were such a delight for me to enjoy. Thank you for giving me this futa-cock, Grace, I moaned. I was such a prude. I was missing out on so much. I didn't give it to you so you could be depraved! the angel gasped. I'm not depraved. I'm doing this to control Sky. You know that. I'm plunging into sin. A sacrifice for my daughter. If I wasn't, I would have my dick in Aoi's virgin twat right now. Okay, the angel said. It is fun, I suppose. I mean, I've only been with Spice, but it must be nice to have others. Only Spice? Well, yes, angels are monogamous. I was supposed to control her with love and sex, but she got out. We'll get her back to you, I promised and sucked hard on Aoi's clit. “Mrs. Marlow,” she moaned. “Something... There's something building in me.” “Mmm, that's your orgasm.” “Orgasm?” She sounded shocked. “But it feels.... feels like I'm going to drown. It's scary.” “I know.” I nibbled on her bud. “But it's exhilarating. The best rush in the world. Don't be afraid.” I gripped her ass. “I'm here to catch you, okay?” “Okay.” I sucked again on her. She groaned, her face twisting in delight. She squirmed her hips from side to side, rubbing her hot cunt on my face. Her juices grew hotter. The tart flavor more intense. I savored it. She was about to erupt. To flood me with her cream. I smiled, eager for that moment to happen. She groaned, her fingers tightening in my hair. Then she threw back her head and cried out in wordless delight. Her juices gushed out into my mouth. I drank them down. I gulped down all that wonderful cream. It was such a delight. “Mrs. Marlow!” she squealed. My pussy clenched. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My heart pounded in my chest as I drank down all her pussy juices. Aoi's passion tasted so delicious. I squeezed my eyes shut, savoring every drop that flowed out of her, more spilling over my chin and down my throat. “Oh, wow,” she gasped. “This... This... Oh, wow!” The flow of her cream slowed and then stopped. I licked at my lips, savoring the flavor of her pussy cream. This wicked shiver ran through me. My futa-dick throbbed. I had to slide into her asshole now. I had to fuck the virgin's tight bowels. I knew they would be amazing. “Okay,” I told her, rising, “the search of your pussy is complete, but there's one more place to look.” “There is?” the girl mewled, her voice sluggish. “Where, Mrs. Marlow? Didn't you get everywhere?” “Not your asshole,” I said. She gasped, “What?” “Luckily, I have my big mommy-cock to do it with,” I said, slapping my huge cock down on her crack. Her butt-cheeks felt so wonderful against my throbbing flesh. She gasped and threw a look over her shoulder at me. “But M-Mrs. Marlow!” she squealed. “That's... I mean, you can't... That's my...” “Shh,” I told her, stroking her back. “I told you, Aoi, I will never hurt you. Just like I won't ever hurt my daughter. Do you believe me?” “Yes,” she squeaked. “Good.” I pressed my cock into her butt-crack. “Just relax. I promise you that anal sex with a futa-dick feels amazing. Okay. My daughter has fucked me in the ass, and I loved it.” “Your daughter?” “She's a futa, too.” I slid my cock lower, the delicious flesh squeezing about the crown of my dick. Then I found her puckered asshole. “There we are. Now just relax. I'm going to go slow, okay?” “Okay, Mrs. Marlow.” I pushed forward on Aoi's asshole, my dick aching. Her tight anal ring slowly parted for my crown. My futa-cock leaked all that precum to lube the way. She groaned and squirmed, her butt-cheeks clenching as her asshole widened more and more. It felt incredible. I felt the ring slowly sliding over the crown of my cock, stretching open to take more and more of it. She whimpered, her head tossing back and forth. Then a low, throaty groan rose from her, sounding tense. “It's okay,” I purred, my hands stroking her sides. “Relax, Aoi. You'll love this.” “Yes, Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped. My cock popped into her asshole. I shuddered at the velvety delight of her hot asshole sliding around the tip of my cock. I went deeper and deeper into her bowels. My pussy clenched as I savored the wonderful delight of her hot flesh. The bliss melted up my mommy-cock to my pussy. The pleasure was exquisite. I smiled, savoring the delight. My pussy clenched as I went deeper and deeper into her hole. It was amazing. I sighed, loving every second of entering her bowels. This was incredible. A true treat to enjoy. “Oh, Aoi,” I groaned. “Mrs. Marlow,” she gasped in surprise delight as I bottomed out in her bowels. Her asshole squeezed around my girth. “It does feel good.” “Told you,” I cooed and drew back. She whimpered and squirmed, her bowels squeezing about my mommy-cock. That felt amazing to me. I groaned and slammed back into her. I buried to the hilt into her asshole. She groaned and squeezed about me. Her wonderful flesh held me tight as I thrust away. I fucked the girl hard and fast, my crotch smacking into her cute rump. Her whimpers and my moans echoed through the room. My tits heaved before me. “Oh, Aoi, yes!” I gasped. “Your asshole feels amazing. There's nothing bad in here.” “Nothing!” she agreed. “This is amazing, Mrs. Marlow. Yes, yes, this is wonderful!” Her young bowels gripped me. Every plunge into her warmed up my pussy. My ovaries drank in the bliss, my load of futa-cum readying to fire into her asshole. I would flood her with all that jizz. I would baste her with every bit of spunk I had. I shuddered. My pussy clenching. Juices soaked my bush as my excitement swelled and swelled. Her velvety bowels built the pressure at the tip of my cock. I would have such a mighty eruption of cum in her depths. “Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow. That's so good. That's amazing. I love this. I love this so much.” “So do I!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, so do I!” I plunged into her bowels with such powerful strokes. I was getting closer and closer to flooding this cute girl with my futa-cum. My ovaries brimmed with all the jizz I would fire into her. I buried into her asshole, her flesh clenching about me as I pulled back. She squealed in delight. “Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped as I plunged into her bowels. “I'm cumming again!” Her hot asshole convulsed around my dick. The virgin bucked on the table. Her bowels rippled about me, sucking at my cock. I groaned, my face contorting from the bliss of her wicked flesh massaging me. I drew back as she gasped and whimpered. Her flesh swelled that aching tip at the pinnacle of my girl-dick. I groaned and then thrust forward again. I buried into her convulsing depths, loving the way her flesh massaged around my cock. “Oh, yes, yes, Aoi!” I gasped. “This is amazing. I'm going to... to... Cum!” My futa-jizz fired into her bowels. I pumped load after load of my futa-cum into her bowels I basted her with all the spunk that was brimming inside of me. It was incredible to feel. It was awesome to unleash all this spunk into her asshole. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow!” she moaned. “You're filling up my butt. Ooh, this is so wicked! Yes!” “It is!” I moaned. My pussy convulsed, adding those waves of delight to the ecstasy firing out of my dick. The dual delights carried me higher and higher. My big boobs heaved before me as I basted the girl's tight asshole. Her flesh rippled around me. She milked out the last of my cum. I panted after firing that final spurt of jizz into her. My breasts rose and fell. I groaned, my body buzzing from all the delight that I pumped into her bowels. She whimpered, her flesh's spasming slowing and then stopping. “Mrs. Marlow,” she mewled. “Mmm, I need to take a picture of this,” I purred. This was the perfect temptation to keep my futa-daughter from straying. Sky would continue to be my good girl thanks to Aoi and all the other virgins I would find. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sky Marlow I was sitting bored in the back of my first class, just waiting for next period when I would have Mrs. Reyes to lust after. To figure out how to seduce. My clit throbbed as the fantasies of enjoying that Latina MILF danced through my head. My phone chirped. I had it set with that high-pitched tone adults couldn't hear. It was a screech verging on inaudible to me. I pulled it out and swiped the screen without looking down at it. I kept my eyes on Mr. Tate's lecture. I was skilled at sneaking out my phone in class. A text from Mom. I opened it and the picture dragged my eyes down. There was Aoi Suzihara bent over a desk naked, her fingers pulling apart her butt-cheeks to show her asshole bubbling with cum. Jizz ran down to her black bush where my mother's fingers held the girl's pussy open. Revealing a hymen. “I have just what you need for lunch,” the text read. “Love, Mom.” “Fuck,” I groaned beneath my breath. Really? Already. I had to play this out carefully. I had hoped to use lunch to enjoy Mrs. Reyes. How could I fuck a MILF and get away with it? To be continued... |
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