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Josie and I

publisher on Bisexual Stories

Teasing Josie

It was about two days after I posted Josie’s story for her on SSP that the front door bell rang.  It was 8.30pm on Thursday and because my husband Peter was working out of town (again) I was thinking of going to bed early.  I checked out the caller and to my surprise it was Josie.

“Hi Bev” she announced as I opened the door.  “Busy?”

“No, no, I was just kicking back, listening to some music” I lied.

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She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug.  “I just wanted to thank you for posting my story.”  I leaned over (Josie is only 4’ 11” tall) to reciprocate the hug.

“Hmm it was perfect, thank you thank you” and shocked me a little by lightly kissing me on my lips.  “Brought you some wine” she said brandishing a bottle of chardonnay.

“Want a drink?”

“Thought you would never ask” she smiled.

We went through to the kitchen; a little conscious that I was only wearing one of Peter’s long sleeved shirts and a pair of panties.  Kind of indicated the lack of a hectic lifestyle I was living!

As I routed through the drawer for the corkscrew I saw Josie slowly looking around the kitchen.  “Is something wrong?”

“No, I umm, read your other posts and err...”  Josie went bright red with embarrassment,

“Yes this is the scene of...”  The cork popped, cutting off my sentence and I poured out two glasses, passing one to Josie.  As I lifted myself up onto one of the barstools I felt the shirt ride up a little up my legs.

As Josie sat down, I noticed her eyes linger on my thighs before taking a sip of wine.  “Peter out?” She asked.

“Yes he will be back tomorrow evening; I am taking tomorrow off work to give myself a nice long weekend.”

“Oh, it’s girl’s night in then!”  As I watched her taking another sip of wine, she seemed nervous.  I decided that Josie was the one with the plan for the evening and would play along.  I smiled to myself, this could be interesting.

“You want a refill” I asked gesturing at Josie’s nearly empty glass.  Definitely nervous I thought, she is plucking up courage for something.  Was she going to tell me another story?

“Umm, yes, sure.”  I slipped off the barstool to get the bottle from the refrigerator, deliberately letting the shirt ride up my legs, briefly flashing my blue boy-short panties.  Again I saw her eyes drop down.  A thought crossed my mind; did she read all my other stories?  I looked across at her as she fiddled with one of my votive candles, and gently shook my head.  Josie has never shown a sexual interest in women before, that left only one thing, was she looking to experiment? 

As I poured the wine, I undid two buttons of my shirt, exposing a lot more cleavage.  This is going to be fun.

“Here you go Josie.”   As I placed the wineglass down, I made sure my arm brushed her fingers.   She thanked me and saw again that she was watching my legs as I climbed up on the barstool.  This time I just slid one leg onto the stool, the shirt riding up so the left cheek of my panties remained in view.

“How was Texas Bev?” Earlier that week I had been on sales calls in the Dallas area.  “Hot and sticky,” I mimicked being hot by pulling on the front of my shirt “I was just glad of the a/c in the car.”  Her eyes drifted to my chest to check out the most exposed breast.

I looked at what Josie was wearing.  Front button sleeveless white dress made from thin cotton, and through that I could make out a pink thong and, yes she was wearing a push up bra, the kind often referred to as a “fuck me” bra.  Not the usual Josie attire for sure!

 “Do you want to sit on the couch?” I asked.  “Sure.”  “Okay, I’ll just refresh my wine.”  As I did so, I popped two lower buttons on my shirt.  A tingle went through my legs and I involuntarily squeezed my thighs together.  Ohh there was a rush of pleasure that made me gasp.  I was being turned on by this tease!

Josie had kicked off her sandals and had her feet up on the sofa.  I put my wine down, lifted up her feet and slid across to the right so they rested in my lap.  “Nice nail decorations” I commented and began to massage her feet.  “Oh that feels so good; just keep doing that for about 12 hours.” She repled.

I bent my left leg so that my heel was on the sofa cushion.  My shirt opened up exposing my panties.  OK Josie I thought, you make the next move.

As I massaged her left foot, she started to run the toes of her right foot up and down my inner thigh, gradually getting closer to my panties.  I subtly opened up my legs, giving her more access which she took.  She briefly touched my pubic mound and I encouraged her with a soft moan.  Next time she gently rubbed the inner side of her foot across the front of my panties, eliciting a gasp from me.  That movement across my labia was causing a wonderful sensation.

I rewarded Josie’s efforts by starting to massage her calf and then up towards her soft thigh.  Without warning Josie suddenly got up and I was concerned I had wrongly read her moves.  Instead she sat in my lap facing me, her knees either side of my hips.

Looking at me with her lovely brown eyes, she leaned forward and gently kissed me on the lips, retracted and then kissed me again.  Her tongue slipped between my lips and into my mouth gently searching.

I started to slowly unbutton her dress, letting my fingers circle each newly exposed flesh before unbuttoning the next.  After the last button was undone, she slipped the dress off her shoulders onto the floor.

As I felt her fingers undoing my shirt, I quickly moved to her bra.  It was front fastening and I removed it to display those wonderful 34B breasts.  Her nipples were already hard as a circled my fingers around them.  She sat up and pushed her breasts into my face.

“Please suck on them, gently bite my nipples, it drives me crazy, ohhhhh, yesss, ohhh.”

I squeezed her breasts together, moving from one nipple to the other and then slipped my hand down across the front of her thong.  She suddenly stood up on the couch and thrust her hips into my face.  “Lick my pussy, lick it hard.”

I grabbed her thong and snapped the thin waist pieces, pulling it roughly off her hips exposing her lovely black pussy hair.  I wasted no time and pulled her lips apart with my fingers.  Her clitoris was erect and protruding from the hood.  I licked up one side and down the other before taking her pearl between my lips and gently sucking.

“Oh geez, geez” she shouted “I’m cumming so hard.”

I could feel her pussy juices mingling with my salvia running down my chin as she orgasmed, wave after wave.  Her breath came in short gasps.

Finally Josie came down off her high. “Oh that was so good. It’s your turn now Bev.”

Josie slid off the couch, pulled off my panties and lifted my legs over her shoulders.  I could feel her tongue tease its way up my thighs as she kissed and sucked.  I threw my head back and closed my eyes.  Josie inserted first one finger then two fingers into my moist vagina and began massaging my g-spot.  I started to cum as her fingers moved in and out, in and out.  She found my clitoris with her tongue, driving me into a deep orgasm.

I pinched my nipples hard, arched my back and let out a guttural moan, fucking her face and her hand before slumping back into the sofa.

“Intense Josie, that was intense.” I gasped.

She lifted up her head and kissed me full on the mouth.  I could taste both my pussy juices and hers.

We finally broke the kiss and lay on the couch resting, our naked bodies entwined.  I let my fingers gently stroke her back.

“You want to stay the night?” I asked.

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afterclass experimenting

publisher on Teen Stories

This story is about 2 girls, Mandy a 17 year old white girl with blonde hair and slim build and medium sized tits and Tina a 16 year old asian girl with a darker shade of skin, long black hair and skinny build and firm tits
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It\'s a friday afternoon in a nearly deserted school because well nobody sticks around on a friday afternoon afterschool except those 2 girls who were unlucky enough to score themselves a detention.
Many and Tina had seen eachother around the school numerous times but never actually said hello to eachother but that all changed
Mr Roger finally enters the room with the 2 schoolgir
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ls and makes his presence known by handing them each a 1000 word essay to complete and once they do they must give it to him in his office and go.
Once the teacher eventually left the girls sat back in there chair and Mandy initiated conversation with a friendly \'oh my god this sucks so bad. who gets detention on a friday\' Tina turns around quickly and looks at mandy and says yeah this is crap but atleast im not alone.
 
Mandy grinned at tina\'s remark and moved to the desk next to her then saying anyways hi im mandy whilst sitting down then tina replied oh yeah hey im tina nice to meet you, ive seen you around school alot your dating james now yeah? Mandy was quick to reply no not anymore im just so sick of guys at the moment
It had always been a seceret fantasy of tina\'s to experiment with another girl but she never thought anything of it but when mandy said that she was sorta turned on so she decided to flirt abit. After getting lost in her imagination tina said well your so hot its too bad for the guys
Mandy giggled and said yeah guys can be so insensitive and with that remark tina decided that this could actually happen so she said yeah ive always preffered girls anyway
 
Mandy started with a confused face but then more a blush and then replied ohhh okay thats cool
tina gets up from her chair and walks over to mandy and says hey you are really beautiful while running her hair through her fingers then leaning in only half way for a kiss and waited for mandy who did the rest of the work
within seconds they were liplocked but that was not all that tina was after so she began to run her hands up and down mandys body and when she reached her breasts mandy leant back shocked, tina said hey its alright im gentle and began massaging mandys tits
tina could tell that mandy liked it so she broke the lip lock and began unbuttoning her shirt then removing her bra and leaning her back into the chair as she sucked her nipples, mandy began to moan softly but after a minute tina said hop up on the desk and she did
once mandy was on the desk tina leaned her skirt back staring at her pink panties, mandy seemed a little bit resistant at first but as tina rubbed her inner thigh mandy was loving it. Tina began to rub mandys pussy through her panties but when her hand made contact mandy gave a jolt but slowly eased into it
Mandys panties were becomming wet so tina moved them to the side and said lean back i wanna taste you so tina moved her head inbetween her legs and began to lick her pussy, mandy seemed like this was the first time recieving oral because she was already moaning
tina kept licking her pussy out, pushing her tongue in as far as it would go and eventually brang a hand in to rub her clit after a short time mandy began to moan more  deeply saying oh my godd fuck yeah fuckkkk it feels so good, tina stuck 2 of her fingers in her pussy and began licking her clit, tina could tell she was about to orgasm so she started finger fucking her faster and faster until she finally came and then tina made her lick her own juices off her fingers
then tina said now its my turn and sat up on the desk leaning back and mandy sat down and began rubbing her pussy then stuck a finger in her tight asian pussy, as it entered tina moaned loudly and said fuck me good mandy so mandy began sticking her finger in and out faster every time, tina was so tight that she begain moaning nearly instantly and started rubbing her own clit getting closer and closer to an orgasm
once the two girls got cleaned up they realised the teacher was at the door but although he only said u two girls can go they noticed the bulge in his pants
while walking out tina said maybe next time we can use some toys
 
the end
 
first story guys so plz comment and if u do make sure to make a suggestion or something

Animal Farm

publisher on Animal Stories

Chapter 1

 

As a reporter, I learn things about the human race that are often…alarming, often sickening. The rape, for example, of a young girl as she played in the park with friends; the atrocity of war and the blood spilled by nations civilized and not so.
          My first exploration into journalism happened in my final year of high school; part of the work experience program the local council urged the headmaster to introduce to us tearaways who had no ambition in life, no career in mind.
  
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        I chose to follow a reporter around for those two weeks, and became so fascinated with the day-to-day routine of a country journalist that I enrolled in college and university to gain my degree in journalism.
          But my desire was not that of my first tutor; no, I didn’t want the weekly spot in the county-wide paper, shoved between the Weekender section and the classified ads. I wanted to star in the country’s top papers, offering my story of the day far and wide from Scotland to Wales.
          From the age of sixteen to twenty, I studied hard, and played little. When I wasn’t working my ass off, my spare time was taken up by the short articles and commentaries I wrote to bring in a bit of cash to pay the rent and buy my monthly packs of Bachelors dried soup.
          By the time the ink dried on my degree, I’d applied for several jobs writing for daily tabloids, but none were responsive to my inquiries. Disheartened somewhat, I kept writing my opinions, my articles. Eventually, I launched my own website, posting my work twice daily.
          The hits it received were…astronomical.
          Anyway, before I get any further with the adventures I have to tell you, let me introduce myself. After all, I will be your guide to shocking events and taboo pleasures.
          My name is Trelawney, Rebecca Trelawney.
          I guess I’m about average height; a well-muscled five-eight. Though I’m not slender, I find that the one man in my life thinks that my build is…highly arousing. My hair is shaggy, a burnished red that I like. For the foreseeable future, at least. He also has an affection for my eyes; clear, direct blue.
          And we both have one spectacular flaw: the constant desire to try anything and everything. To us, living means living. Whatever life has to offer should be taken, tried, and passed on to the next.
          So, when I heard about the concept of Animal Farm, my curiosity was peaked.
          “It’s illegal.” Ryan, my boyfriend of six years, stated flatly.
          My response was short. “Since when has that stopped us?”
          He grinned, his dark eyes winking mischievously. “Since never.” His fingers flicked through the brochure, long, clever fingers that can tune a female to climax without even a hint of effort. We met when I was eighteen, meshed together on the dance floor of a nightclub one memorable evening. He is my first and only lover. “Are you sure you want to experiment that far?”
          I considered. Sex is one of my favourite pastimes. I slid onto the bed next to him; let my hand work under the covers. He was already hard as I wrapped my fingers around him. “Why not? We’ve done most everything else. Besides, haven’t you already…” I tapped a finger on a page of the brochure. “Transposed my face onto hers?”
          His eyes locked on the page, and then they blurred. I worked him with long strokes, felt his muscles tense. “Jesus, Bex. Jesus Christ.”
          “You like that, don’t you, baby? You want to see my pussy invaded by dog cock? Is that what you want? Tell me,” I murmured. I was hot, horny as, well, a bitch in heat. “Would you like to see me on my hands and knees, being serviced by that Alsatian? Imagine that big cock, rammed up to the balls in my pussy, Ryan. You can see it, can’t you?”
          He throbbed in my palm, moments away from ejaculating. Smiling seductively, I peeled away the covers, swung my leg over his stomach so that I rode him, my back to his face. The first taste of him was, as ever, addicting.
          The brochure fluttered to the floor as he grabbed my hips, lifted me onto him. He set a hard pace, bucking his hips up, driving his blue-steel cock deep into my drenched pussy.
          Within half a dozen thrusts, I tightened around him, my whole body quivering with orgasm. Seconds later, he rolled so that I lay beneath him. My hands were trapped under his vice-grip on the wrought iron headboard in front of me. Flesh slapped against sweaty flesh as he pounded into me.
          Then, with a sharp, almost painful thrust, driving himself into me to the hilt, he gasped out a long, pained groan. The hot flood of his semen inside me sent me tumbling over the edge again, filling me as we collapsed on the bed, exhausted and utterly satisfied.
          Purring like a cat, I turned my head and spoke quietly. “So that’s a yes?”
          He kissed the back of my neck, ran his hand through my choppy hair. “I guess so.”
          “Good. Because you’re booked in to see the Alsatian too.” With a snort, I curled into him and fell asleep before his sated brain registered what I’d said.

 

The drive was long and full of anticipation. I watched the flow of traffic along the motorway as my heartbeat mounted. Every mile was another step closer to fulfilling the ache in my belly. Every mile took me closer to a dream I hadn’t known I’d been harbouring.
“Don’t tell me you’re still pissed,” I said mildly.
Ryan shot me a sideways glance. “Pissed? Why would I be pissed that you’ve booked an appointment at the bestiality place, for me? Why would I be pissed that you want my ass full of a dog’s cock?” He muscled between two haulage wagons, put his foot down. His Ford Focus bulleted along the tarmac.
“Hey, I just figured that if I’m going to have a dog’s cock raping my ass and pussy, I should get to have some fun looking at you sharing the same experience.” I shrugged lazily, studied my nails, then lit a cigarette with casual indifference. “Look, if you don’t want to go through with it, just say so. I’m sure they’re used to people backing out.”
With barely controlled temper, he flicked the indicator on and took our exit. We shot down the ramp and onto a dual carriageway. “Are you calling me a coward?”
“Of course not. It’s your decision.” I blew smoke out of the open window, watched it whip away. “I don’t see what the problem is. You seem to enjoy it when I service you with a strap-on.”
“That’s when it’s you,” he muttered.
“And I stop if I hurt you,” I realized. I knew that was what was bugging him. He had no control over what a ten-stone horny dog would do to his tiny asshole. “I’m sure if we asked, they’ll have something smaller. A Yorkshire Terrier maybe.”
He began to laugh, and the strop was over. Quick as a whip, he stole the cigarette from me and took a drag. “You’re a real hoot a minute, Bex. Remind me of that when the dog mounts me, won’t you?”
I grinned. “Only if you remind me first.”
“Deal.” He pulled off the dual carriageway and continued down a little country road for another fifteen minutes. When we both saw the sign for Mountie Enterprises, and sucked our breath in simultaneously. “Here we go I guess. Three whole days of sex, animals and sex.”
“Fun, fun and more fun,” I agreed.
He drove sedately up the long tree-lined lane. Through the gaps between the tall majestic oaks, I could see field after field, green and wonderful, as far as the eye could see. There were horses, separately fenced off, and sheep and livestock milled around under the electric fences.
The lane opened up into a large farmyard; a long low barn took up an area of about a hundred feet in length, twenty width. Ivy climbed the white washed walls, crawled over the red tiles that must have been from the original building. The windows were high, about ten feet up, and looked similar to the old hay holes that farmers used to toss hay through to the livestock below.
Beside that were a gate, and a long stone path. A sign was stapled onto the gate, but from where we were parked, I couldn’t read what it said. The farmhouse, the same white washed stone and red roof, was a small affair, a lot smaller than I had imagined it. The front door was open against the summer heat, I presumed, and a woman stood casually in the frame.
A Range Rover and sleek black Jaguar were parked in front of the fifty-foot long garage. Probably a heated deal, I thought, to pamper the poor cold cars in winter.
Ryan and I looked at each other, gave each other small smiles, then climbed out of our respective sides.
“You’ve made good time!” The woman hurried across, tall and lean with a shock of rich chestnut hair. Green eyes greeted us as warmly as her voice when she met us with a friendly handshake and kiss on the cheek. “Welcome to Animal Farm.”
“It’s, ah, interesting to be here.” Ryan said.
“Your email said you were setting off at eight, so we didn’t expect you for at least another couple of hours.” She smiled. “I’m Rhianna, and my husband is Ben. You’ll meet him at lunch. We have two other couples staying with us this weekend, one of which are complete novices like yourselves.”
“What’s the other couple?” I asked with a lifted brow.
Her smile turned wicked. “Regular visitors and highly experienced. They do have voyeuristic tendencies, and are very open to being watched if you’re interested in seeing how it’s done.”
“Sure.”
“All right, well I’ll see what I can do. If you leave your keys in the car, Ben will bring your bags in on his way through. Please, come with me.” She turned, all grace and elegance as she walked toward the house. “Lunch will be served in an hour, so I can either show you around or you can rest after your drive.”
“I’m not tired,” I said immediately.
“Good. Now, we do have one or two rules.”
Ryan narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “And what might they be?”
“A wise man, your guy,” Rhianna gave me a subtle nudge as she led us into a warm kitchen. There were china plates on the walls, and an old Aga stove in the corner. “Have a seat.” She took one herself, drew a file across the scarred oak table. “Rule number one. Once the papers have been signed, no clothes are allowed on the premises.”
I was sure my eyes goggled. “You mean, we walk around naked? But you’re not…” I gestured to her jeans and purple sweater.
“I always greet new guests fully clothed. It lessens the shock of being met by a nude woman, eases guests into the atmosphere we aim to provide here.” She opened the file. “Number two, when in the vicinity of food and animals, we do ask that you not feed tidbits. It distracts them from their…goals.”
“Okay.”
“Rule number three, and this is the last rule we have, I promise. Ben and I do choose the animals you’ll be working with, and we have our own system of doing so. However, if you feel that that animal isn’t suited to you, we do ask that you trust us to know what will give you the best experience.” She slid a piece of paper over to us, topped with a pen. “Safe words are given before each session in case of any problems, but Ben and I have been doing this for a long time. You’ll be perfectly safe.”
I scanned over the contract. As far as I could see, it was a normal liability waiver. There was a confidentiality clause, which I had expected. The rules were written on it, and there was a notation that any breach of said rules would be punished by means deemed suitable by the owners, R and B Habersham. “This seems really basic.”
“It covers both you and us, and we dislike spoiling your time here with paperwork. This contract will stand for any occasion you might return here for our services in the future.” She watched us both sign, then tucked the contract away in the file. “I’ll show you to your room so you can adhere to rule number one.”

 

It was a disconcerting feeling, being naked and in someone else’s house. But naked I was, from my red hair on my head, to the triangle between my thighs. My breasts were perky, and that at least was a relief, especially when I saw Rhianna in all her natural glory.
There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her. That had my jealousy gland surging to life. She was lean, muscled, tanned and had beautiful breasts. She was a natural chestnut.
I know for a fact that Ryan found her desirable; the strain of his exposed cock said it all. We followed her outside like lambs, straight to the gate where the sign was posted.
I could read it now.
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Entire animals loose on premises.
Owners take no responsibility for any injuries incurred through ignoring this sign.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
It was very clear and very concise.
“What animals do you have in here?” I asked as she led us through the gate. I blinked as we rounded the corner of the house that jutted out into the field; a twenty-foot square shack was seemingly attached to the back of the house.
“Gazebo, our Black Angus bull and Shamus. He’s our piebald stallion. While he only measures up at thirteen-three hands high, he’s a vicious beast and we only use him for our more experienced and…daring guests.” She led us through a small garden gate into their back garden, and asked us to wait for a moment. Then she disappeared into the shack.
“What do you make of it so far?” I asked Ryan.
His answer was a drool. “I think I’d like to see her ass get reamed.”
“Ryan!” I hissed it.
“That’s one fine ass,” he murmured, then yelped when I punched his arm none too gently.
I was about to ream his ass when Rhianna stepped back out and gestured us forward. “Ben is with our experienced couple right now. They’d like you to watch if you feel up to it.”
“Sure.” As we walked toward the shack, I thought we’d be watching something along the lines of the bestiality DVDs we occasionally watched of a dog humping a woman’s pussy. When I walked through the door behind Rhianna, I gasped.
“Holy shit.” That was Ryan’s awed whisper.
There was a woman, face obscured by a tangle of blonde hair, resting front-forward against a contraption that looked like something out of the torture ages. Her arms wrapped around what appeared to be a barrel leant at a thirty-degree angle; her whole body was leant forward at that angle.
Her thighs were spread, as though riding the curved seat running between them, and her feet were in stirrups that raised her buttocks up a good six inches off the padding. She could only have been six inches off the floor, but it looked like she was high up from my perspective.
“Are you ready, Donna?” There were two naked men; one I presumed to be the woman’s husband as his hand was on his cock, rubbing and tugging on his erection. He had matching blonde hair and blue eyes that were dark with desire. A very attractive specimen.
The other man, I guessed, was Ben. He was tall and stocky, sweat gleaming on his upper chest and stomach. Not surprising, I mused, when he had an eight hundred pound Black Angus bull attached to the end of the chain he was gripping. The chain was looped securely in the bull’s nose ring, but still…he looked like he could kill with a toss of his head.
His hair was as black as the bull’s and he had green eyes that were focused completely on the situation at hand. His cock was at least ten inches long. If Ryan could have the hots for Rhianna, I thought with anticipation, I could sure as hell have many erotic fantasies about this guy.
“God yes.” The blonde moaned, and I felt my own pussy flood. We were about to see something spectacular take place, and I was hankering for it. “Let him loose, Ben.”
He let a foot of chain slide through his gloved hands, and the bull took his chance. He snorted, his black wet nose snuffling around the woman’s cunt. He obviously smelled something good, as his penis elongated from its sheath to almost two feet long.
“When dealing with some of the larger animals, if the guest isn’t taken to by the server, we use artificial hormones on the genital area to attract them. Donna is a very willing participant here; she’s been given an injection in the cervix to allow it to be opened. Gazebo will be able to cover her with about twenty inches of his penis.” Rhianna watched her husband avidly.
Every muscle in me went lax when the bull reared up, set his front legs on straw bales on either side of the contraption, and thrust repeatedly at the woman’s open cunt. I wanted to be her.
She screamed long and loud when the thick penis rammed up inside her, and orgasmed violently. Where we stood, I could hear the squish of her juices as he worked his cock inside her, then her brief shout of pain.
I could imagine that thick cock bashing into her cervix, forcing its way up into her womb. I shuddered, desperate to have that feeling in me, and moaned when she climaxed viciously, his penis sliding almost up to the hilt in her body.
“Jesus,” I barely breathed it. “Oh God, can you feel it?”
The bull went berserk, his hips and body throwing itself into Donna’s. He was snorting, grunting as that big black body pounded with all his weight into that soft wet vagina. There was cum running down Donna’s thighs; her own, I thought, as Gazebo was still going strong.
Then the big body stilled, and a bellow escaped him. Donna’s scream matched the roar octave for octave. The bull came away meekly at Ben’s tug on the chain.
Cum gushed from her open pussy lips like a waterfall onto the shavings that covered the floor. Tears ran down Donna’s face. Gazebo sniffed at those open lips, his long tongue came out to lick, then he ambled away beside Ben to the field.
“Whoa.” I felt weak at the knees as I looked at the scene left behind. And my stomach muscles tightened when the blonde hunky husband came up behind his wife, crouched behind her and licked at the mix of cum still dripping from her lips. My hand went between my legs when he drove his cock – which must have seemed tiny in comparison to Gazebo’s – into that goopy, sloppy cunt.
My hand reached for Ryan’s cock, and it came away slick with pre-cum. I stuck my bottom out when his hand cruised over it, and dove between my fingers. I loved how his fingers just slid through the wetness of my pussy.
Rhianna leaned close to me. “If you want to fuck, don’t mind me.”
I jumped Ryan without a second thought. Wrapped my legs around his waist, grunted as he rapped me back against the wall. Whimpering with the need to have something, anything, in my aching pussy, I dropped my weight straight onto his dripping cock.
His moan and mine melded into one long groan of relief.
I sensed something wet and warm on my asshole, twisted my head around just as Rhianna jabbed her middle finger up my butt. I orgasmed quickly, with strong and violent aftershocks, then had the wonderful sensation of having my lover’s sperm gushing hotly against my cervix.
Legs weak, he lowered us both to the floor. Rhianna grinned at her husband when he came in and, with her finger working my ass, got on her hands and knees. Ben wasted no time thrusting his erect cock deep into her bowels until his shout of release echoed around the building with hers.

 

Lunch was a fascinating experience. The other novice couple had not yet arrived, weren’t due until after six. So we sat down together around the scarred table and feasted on pork sandwiches and bakewell tart.
Donna looked rather composed and relaxed at the table, not at all as though half an hour earlier she’d been fucked raw by a bull and her husband. She smiled as she passed me the apple sauce. “So, what did you think to Gazebo’s performance? I swear that bull has the gentlest approach to boning a person.”
I choked on my sandwich. “You call that gentle?”
“Sure. Now you want rough, tough and immense pain…Shamus is definitely the animal to have. We usually leave Shamus until the last night of our stay – walking, sitting, any general exercise becomes difficult once he’s had his way.”
“How often do you come?”
“While I’m here?” Her baby blue eyes winked mischievously. “Toby and I try and make it up here every month or so. Sometimes more if the business does well and we can afford it. Like last June, we spent two weeks here. Toby couldn’t drive home, and my vagina looked as though I’d had a melon shoved up there.” She laughed gaily. “We have very happy memories here.”
Toby looked over from where he, Ben, and Ryan were talking. “Don’t go scaring them, honey.”
“Oh, she’s not.” I assured him. I looked back and forth between Rhianna and Donna. “So what does it feel like, to have a cock go right up into your body?”
“Amazing.” They both sighed it.
“Can I have a go?”
They looked at each other. Rhianna spoke first. “Gazebo and Shamus are somewhat out of your limitations right now. While the boys talk after lunch, Donna and I will take you out to the barn, get you prepped for one of the, ah, less traumatic servers.”
I polished off my sandwich in record time. Leaving the boys discussing the delights of watching their respective halves being serviced by beasts, the three of us wandered outside to the long barn outside.
Rhianna opened the door, stepped inside and turned on the lights. Strip lights flickered on down the length of the building. Immediately a cacophony of sound erupted; bleats, barks, snuffled grunts.
“Take a seat, Rebecca.” Rhianna patted the back of a gynecologist’s chair with a reassuring smile. “I just need to take a look at your vagina and prep you for service.”
Nerves churning in my gut, I settled into the seat and let Donna close the stirrup straps tight over my feet. I couldn’t move them an inch. Next they strapped down my wrists, so that I was pinned effectively at strategic points on my limbs. A tight leather band was clicked into place over my hips. “Ah, is this necessary?”
“Nothing to worry about.” Donna said cheerfully. “Just a quick injection into the cervix, a little blood, and then on with the fun.”
My blood ran cold. “You want to stick a needle in my vagina? Are you nuts?”
“Relax, Bex.” Rhianna turned, a speculum in her hand. “It’s only a small injection, and I know what I’m doing. We need to strap you down so that when the needle penetrates muscle, you don’t jerk and cause yourself any damage.”
“But I thought you said Donna only had the injection because she was getting fucked by Gazebo.”
“No, that’s the artificial hormones. The muscle relaxant we inject loosens the cervix so that if the server becomes overenthusiastic your cervix opens instead of getting damaged.”
The nerves were kicking up a hell of fuss now. I began to struggle as Rhianna strolled over with the speculum, but I couldn’t move anything. “You know, guys, I’m not really comfortable with this.”
“Neither was I the first time we came here,” Donna said cheerily. “After the first sting, it doesn’t hurt that much. And the pleasure you get out of it…” She gave a low satisfied whistle. “Rhianna knows what she’s doing, Rebecca. Just relax.”
“Hmmm.” I couldn’t stop her from sliding the speculum into me. It was bloody cold! I just closed my eyes when Rhianna flicked on a light and began to study my insides.
People obviously did this regularly, I told myself. The Range Rover, the gleaming Jag. The property for God’s sake! They’d either come into a serious inheritance, or they knew what they were doing, providing illegal services for the animal mad.
“Everything looks okay in there. You’re very responsive to stimuli,” Rhianna commented, and ran a fingernail over my clitoris. I gasped, my eyes popping open, my pussy going damp with the contact. “That’s good.”
She turned away again, and came back with a hypodermic syringe with what looked like an eight-inch needle. A testing squirt to the ceiling, then she smiled friendly-like at me. “You’re going to want to take a deep breath and relax, Bex. Donna will hold your head.”
“Why?” I squirmed, but with my hips restrained, only my breasts moved with the effort. “Why does she need to hold my head?”
“Support,” was all Rhianna said, and pulled a short stool over to the foot of the chair. She dragged the light across, sat, and I felt her fingers in my vagina. “Hold still.”
The initial jab stung, but no warning bells signalled danger. I blew out a breath, relaxed muscles I’d had no idea were strained. Then she depressed the plunger slowly, and pain ripped through my body like fire. “Holy shit! Stop! Stop!”
“Nearly done,” she murmured over my pleas.
When the needle jerked out of my cervix, I almost passed out. My vision went grey around the edges as blood began to trickle out of my open pussy to drip on the concrete floor. Then a cold cloth was laid on my forehead, the restraints on my body removed.
“She held up better than most,” Donna commented.
“Indeed. The bleeding will stop in a minute, Bex, and then we’ll take you through to meet your beau for this afternoon.” Rhianna slipped the speculum out and dropped it in a sterilizer. “Are you feeling all right?”
A little dizzy, I blinked at her. “What?”
“I know, the trauma can sometimes throw you.” She gave me a pat on the head, then picked up a small pot with a little brush poking out of it. “I’m going to put some cream on the puncture to lessen the ache and the swelling.”
What did I care? “Sure. Whatever.”
I lay floppy as a rag doll while she brushed my vagina with the cream, then had to grip Donna for support when they helped me to my feet. They walked slowly with me through a little side door and into the rest of the barn.
There were pens, kennels, runs. Five star accommodation for the animals. We walked straight down the aisle to the door at the far end. I began to feel better, a little brighter, and stopped leaning on Donna. “This is amazing.”
“Nothing but the best for my babies,” Rhianna crooned, fondling the ears of a whining rottweiler. “This is Cory. He’s going to be your server for the next half hour, just to see how you get on.”
“Do you train them especially to do this?”
“From puppies, calves, foals. All with gentleness and patience, but we only exploit their natural urges to mate. They aren’t forced to perform against their will, and they love the orgasm as much as the guest.”
I eyed the big muscled dog warily. He must have weighed a good nine stone, and he had paws the size of side plates. “I bet.”
“Come.” We entered the room at the far end, and Rhianna urged me down onto my knees on a padded area. “You need to angle your hips to meet Cory’s thrusts when he mounts you. We believe in the natural experience here, so his claws aren’t protected. You will have a few scratches. Your safe word is balloon.”
“Okay.” It was a very odd feeling, like being safe yet vulnerable. Waiting for the monster of the deep to take me as its sacrifice. The walls were a warm terracotta, and there was a small viewing gallery along the far wall.
“Donna, would you do the honors?”
“Of course. I’ll be back in a second.” She hurried out.
“Now, Rebecca, because it is your first time, I have used a small amount of hormone to attract Cory to you. He’s usually very gentle, and while his arousal can be rather large, you should handle him well.” Rhianna patted my buttocks. “If he tries to knot with you, it is your decision whether you let him or not.”
“If he what?”
But the dog came bounding in, dragging a breathless Donna behind him. He stood quivering in the doorway, then leaped when Donna released him. They backed out and closed the door.
Uh-oh.
His wet nose dove straight into my pussy, cold and wet. I gasped, shot forward, but his tongue was plunging into the hot tunnel of my pussy. His teeth began to nip and tug at my labia, making my body jerk and twitch.
Twisting my head I could see his cock swinging from its sheath. It didn’t look so big, I thought with relief. It was only about an inch wide and four inches long. I could handle that, I thought confidently.
But when his weight landed on my back, pushing my head onto the floor, urging my exposed genitals up, I lost all my confidence. His teeth grabbed hold of the nape of my neck, bit and let go as he humped against my thigh. Precum smeared down my leg.
Then he snarled, drove his cock into my pussy and began to fuck me with short, sharp strokes that had me coming around his swelling cock. He got faster and faster, until all I could hear was my own whimpers, his pants in my ear, the slap and wet splurge of his weapon raping my pussy.
His cock seemed to resemble a donkey’s; four inches thick and seven inches long, still growing. His hairy balls slapped against me rhythmically as he pierced me like his bitch.
He stopped, climbed off and stuck his snout back in my pussy. Licked once, twice, and began to sniff at my asshole. He seemed to like it, then was up and thrusting again. This time I screamed as his cock mashed into my asshole, stabbing, stabbing, stabbing until the tight muscles gave in and let him plunge the engorged length of his penis into my unprepared ass.
He kept ramming and ramming until I thought his balls were going to be sucked into the vacuum of my rectum. But when I dared to reach back, grasp him hotly, wetly in my hand, the balls weren’t near my ass. A big knot grew in his shaft, and he was determined to punch it into my body.
“No, no.” I opened my mouth to say the safe word, but I was too late. With a triumphant howl, he plunged his cock deep into my ass and forced his four-inch knot into my rectum with it. “Shit! Shit, that hurts!”
But the orgasm, deep and strong, vibrated through me as he continued to thrust into me. I saw my pussy ejaculate femininely onto the padded floor, and felt the boiling explosion of his load in my sore ass.
On a long moan, I dropped my head to the cool floor and waited for him to pull out of me. But when he backed off, he scrambled around, and pulled. His knot stuck firmly beyond my tight hole, and each tug had pain shooting up my ass.
A hand dropped on my head, rubbed comfortingly. I looked up, stared into Ben’s eyes. He crouched in front of me, grinning. “He’s going to be stuck there for the next ten minutes or so,” he said. “Better settle in for the long haul.”
I groaned again.
“Ryan, you mind if I have a go?”
My head jerked up, whipped around. Ryan stood in the gallery, one hand masturbating his cock. “Go ahead.”
Ben’s grin widened as he lay on his back, slid his lean body under mine, his long legs slipping between my spread legs and bucked his hips once, hard. I was lost in his deep eyes as his cock drove into my pussy, tight against the dog cock filling my ass.
He brought his hand up, caressed my cheek, then tugged my head down so our lips met in a hot kiss. My body moved with his in a rhythm that had the dog whining pitifully.
Time spun out of control; I had no idea how many minutes passed before Cory managed to yank his knot out of my ass with a loud and painful pop, and a stream of dog cum.
Ben’s mighty penis began to spasm, squirting cum into my pussy before sliding out. He gave me a pat on the cheek, then rolled so I was beneath him. “Your turn, Rhianna.”
I gaped. It was all I could manage. Exhaustion stained me from bones to muscle to soul. Cum dripped out of both holes as Rhianna knelt in front of me. She gave me a quick smile.
“This is the awesome part,” I heard Donna say eagerly.
“Rhianna, what-” I felt her fingers in my pussy, sighed as they stimulated my clit. Two fingers, then three. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation as she moved her fingers in me. Then she coned her narrow hand and forced it into my wet pussy with steady, concentrated pressure.
It popped inside with a dull pain, and I could feel her inside me. Her hand pushed on my G-spot, had me coming with a force to equal the world’s worst tornado. Then she was forcing her fingers up, into my cervix, beyond.
I sensed my cervix stretching, moaned as her entire hand pushed into my body. I opened my eyes, looked down to see her left arm buried almost to the elbow in my pussy.
“This is going to feel really good,” she told me, and used her right hand to repeat the movement against my asshole. It was loose enough that she slid in straight to the wrist, lubed enough by Cory’s come that her entire arm disappeared up my rectum. “Ben, why don’t you go bring Dojo. I think she’ll have fun with him, and I could use a nice climax.”
 Oh God, I thought as another orgasm tightened my ass and cunt muscles around Rhianna’s probing limbs, they’re trying to kill me.

Dark Eyed South American Beauty

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I was calling a friend, the woman who answered the phone was certainly not the person I was calling.  It wasn\'t Steves wife, but who was this lady with the spanish accent?  Normally I would have appoligized and hung up but, her voice was so smooth and seductive, I had to find out who I was talking to. 

In her best broken english Isabell tried to tell me a little about herself.  She was from Guatamala had only been in the country 5 years, she worked in a processing plant, she had a small boy and an exhusband.  She seemed very nice so I ask her if I could come over and meet her.

When I arrived a Isabell\'s

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apartment I was completely overcome by her beauty, she had shinny jet black hair, she stood all of 5\' 2" and weighted about 125 - 130 lbs., and it appeared that she had a great body.  Her smile would melt anybody, her black eyes sparkled, she was shy but very egar to learn.  Isabell was taking English at night school so she could fit into the work place better.  She had her green card and wanted to gain full citizenship.  This beauty was very refreshing to talk to and be around.

It was just about dinner time so she ask me to stay for dinner.  As she prepared the meal I tried to help as best I could.  While we worked we began to flirt, she was so nice and so hot looking.  She stood next to me and looked up into my eyes that seemed to say she approved of me.  After about 20 minutes in the kitchen at such close quarters I could not wait any longer, I took her in my arms and kissed her.  To my surprize she she did not pull away but rather opened her mouth and began to french kiss.  She could kiss!  As we kissed I placed one hand on her breast, it was very full and firm, Isabell moaned, I felt her knees buckle just a bit.  We could hardly leave each other along long enough to eat dinnner and feed her son.  Lucky for me Isabell put David to bed right after we ate.

Isabell took me by the hand and lead me to her bedroom, her clothes were off faster than mine, her body was indeed great her breasts turned out to be 34 C to D and as perfectly formed as one could ask for, her waist wa slim and her hips tight with a small ass.  I lay next to Isabell and caressed her body, she was shaking all over, As I began to stroke her pussy I noticed it was already extemely wet she was bucking againt my fingers trying to get them inside her pussy.  I guess she wanted it now so i got btween her legs and slid into her hot slippery pussy.

Isabell was so horny, she tossed and turned and bucked in wild lust.  She came very easily and quickly, I was able to make her cum 2 or 3 times before her big one hit and when it did it triggered my own cliomax.  Damn she was hot! ! !   Isabell had not been properly screwed since the birth of her son, she was so ready that I think I could have made her cum without screwing her.  She had officially left his dad but, now and then got horny and would let him fuck her when he came to see his son. 

Isabell was ready to fuck again  and so was I, I could not believe how hot she looked and what a great set of tits and ass the had ans she was so hot to fuck.  We went into the living room where I sat on the sofa, Isabell straddled my lap and lowered her pussy down onto my cock never taking her eyes off mine.  When she hit bottom her eyes rolled back a little as she let out a long low sigh and said "I\'m so hot for you, fuck me."  she paused several seconds then said again "Fuck me I need it." 

Imagain just a few hours before I got her on the phone by mistake and now I was fucking the South American beauty for all I was worth.  Before the night was over we had  three torid sessions of fucking each other, Isabell made sure I came every time she hit the big one.  After we were ware out she ask me to come see her the next night she was "Hot for me." and that lead to the next night and the next.

This beauty was so hot to fuck that all I had to do was show up and I was sure to get fucked for a couple of hours.  Isabell is so nice!  So beautifull, and  So fuckable.

Turely did happen to me.  

Shelby    

The Boss\'s Wife

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The Boss’s Wife

 
 
 

My name is Ron. I have worked for a small company for the past ten years. Wade and Emily have owned the company since I started. For the most part I like them. However Emily can be a bitch. Both of them are major drinkers. They seam to like the cocktails at lunch. Normally we have company party’s at their house.  They have a very nice home.

  One particular party there are quite a few people there and I really don’t

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know most of them. I’m kind of standing by myself watching people shoot pool. Emily walks up behind me and whispers in my ear. “So you having fun?”  I can smell the alcohol on her breath. “Uh, for the most part.” I reply smiling at her. “Good.” She says and her hand pats my back lightly before slipping across my ass as she walks away.   Now Emily is 57 years-old. She is very attractive for her age.  She’s 5’8” tall and about 155 lbs. Blonde hair and blue eyes.  She is very busty, 40DD.  Now I’m 43 years old and 5’7” 175 lbs. Brown hair and eyes.

I watch her ass sway as she walks away.  She turns and looks back at me smiling.  I stand there watching her mingle with her guests and shove down more wine. I sip my beer and watch her ass flirt with about every guy in the room. People are starting to leave and Wade is all but passed out in the hot tub.  I walk over and take a seat on the sofa. I start watching  some TV when Emily comes walking up to me. “Ron, can you help me clean up a little?” She asks smiling at me. “sure, I guess so.” I say and she has me go around picking up empty bottles and glasses. About an hour later  I finish and notice that everyone is gone.

I look around and notice that Wade is not in the hot tub. I start up from down stairs and bump into Emily on her way down. “Finished.” I say smiling at her. She smiles at me and walks back downstairs. “You coming?” She asks winking at me. Well I can’t pass this up. I think to myself as I follow her.  She walks out onto the deck and  stands by the hot tub. “So now what?” I ask as I walk up behind her. She turns and smiles at me. “Well, I’m thinking about tubbing.”  I look around. “Uh, does sound fun.” I say  smiling at her.  She smiles and slowly starts lifting her top up over her head. “Uh….” I start to say as she throws her top on the chair. “Well, Are you going to or not?” she says and starts slipping off her slacks. There she stands in just her bra and panties. My cock starts to swell and I try to hide it. Emily smiles broadly.

“Well, I guess your going to.” She says and walks towards me. She turns around slowly. “You want to give me a hand?”  she says starting to unhook her bra. I walk up behind her and slowly unhook her bra. She drops her hands to her sides and I slowly slide one then the other of her straps down. Her bra falls to the deck. I can’t stand it and my hands slide around and cup her huge breasts. “Mmmmm, Like them do you?” She says breathing a little faster.  I pull her back against me. My cock pressing hard against her nice shapely ass, as my hands massage her breasts. “Yes I do. I have for a long time.” I whisper in her ear. She slowly grinds her ass against my cock. “So you want to fuck the boss’s wife huh?” She whispers back at me. “Yes I do.” I say softly in her ear and kiss her gently on her cheek. She pulls away from me and smiles sexily. She slips her fingers under the waistband of her panties. She slowly, and teasingly slip them down. Revealing a very nicely trimmed blonde pussy.

 

Joanne\'s Graduation Gift

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Once they arrived at the school parking lot closest to the classroom, Joanne, Lauren and Jay got out of the car and headed to where Joanne forgot her camera. Behind both of them, Jay pulled his cel out to text message a friend.

"So," Lauren started as she looked behind, "I didn't know you hung out with Tony much."
"Oh not too much, but we play Halo from time to time. You know, the usual guy stuff."
"I guess..." Joanne said. "He's kinda cute but I never really talk to anyone"
"You should," said Jay. "I know a lot of guys who want to be friends with you!"
"Oh really?" Joanne blushed yet again.

The classroom door was unlocked and all three of them walked in.

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"Hey... Will," Joanne said. The prof's T.A., William, was leaning by a desk with Joanne's camera. He appeared to be scrolling through her pictures.
"N-No, don't do that," she said as she approached, attempting to take the camera out of his hands.

"I'm impressed," Will said as Joanne grabbed her camera back. "I didn't know you like to take pictures of guys so much when they don't know. Lots of snaps at the commons."

"Umm, whatever." she said. "I didn't take those."
"Oh really?" he asked, looking over to Jay and Lauren. Lauren simply looked at the ground, biting her lip a little. "I noticed a few pictures of  me while I was helping out with the class."

"Maybe..." she smiled, still looking away. Jay walks over to the main classroom door and smoothly closes it. The sound still alerts Joanne.

"Well, let's head back okay?" she asked.
"I thought you two said that you are done for the day?" Jay inquired.
"Yeah, guess not," Lauren replied. "At least you guys are here, wanna get some drinks or something?"
"Let's just have some fun time here," said Will.

"Here in a classroom??" Joanne wondered. She slowly looked at pictures in her camera, put it in her purse. By the time she turned around, Jay was reaching for her graduation gown and slowly slipped it off.

Surprisingly, Joanne didn't resist, she wanted to know what he was going to do next. The grad gown dropped to the floor as Will walked over to Lauren to do the same. Their "USC" scarfs lay on the floor.

"Maybe.. this isn't a good idea," Joanne suggested. Still, she started to breathe slightly heavier as Jay slid his right hand between her firm ass and her skirt. His hand moved around her waste and slightly rubbed her clit, which caused Joanne to stp talking and let out a small moan that got Jay hard.

Will was working his magic with Lauren.  They both ended up sitting on the floor near the classroom door, kissing. Will started to kiss at Lauren's neck, glancing once in awhile to see Joanne give in to Jay's fondling. For a moment, Lauren looked over to her friend to make sure she was okay, and it was clear that both of them were feeling very, very good.

Joanne's breathing got slowly heavier and heavier. While still leaning against the front table of the classroom, she lifted off her blouse and bra, her tits popping out for everyone in the room to see... Jay immediately got in front of her, cupped her left breast and put his mouth right on it, sucking her softly. She moaned some more and put her hands on his crotch. He was hard, rock hard and she started getting curious. 

She continued to lean as Jay helped her slide off her black panties. With her high heels still on, she lifted one leg up at a time to let the panties slip to the floor. She stood naked with her heels on and Jay started to unzip his fly.

"Fuck, you're so hot" he said. "I just wanna fuck you raw"
"N-no not yet" she said.. Joanne squatted and before he had a chance to push it inside her, her lips slid along the side of his entire shaft, causing him to moan as well. She then rolled her tongue back and enveloped his cock with her mouth, sliding in and out. Already, Jay was leaking pre, and it was slicking him up and going down Joanne's throat. She looked up wondering if she was doing it right, cupping his balls as her mouth went back and forth, sucking his cock.

Joanne looked over as she continued to swallow his cock. At the corner of her eye, Lauren was already licking Will's balls. He was sitting down against the classroom door as Lauren turned around, dropped her bottoms and mounted Will's cock, her back facing him. She started to thrust up and down a little bit and moan as she performed her reverse cowgirl on him. He began to grunt like a pro, feeling her tight pussy take on his dick.

Jay pulled out and slid his cock against her cheek, smearing it with pre. She took it back in her mouth and heard a knock on the door. Everyone but Jay froze. It was lengthy but gratifying day... Joanne's graduation signified four years of hard work with an actual social life mixed in.

"Four years and an architecture major! We're so proud of you," Joanne's father said to her.
"Thanks, Dad. Don't embarass me." He snaps a picture of her as she her two other girlfriends lean up against her.

He sprinted off to take pictures of others celebrating her graduation day. Joanne continued to talk among her friends, laughing and sharing stories about happenings just before the big day when she received her diploma. She noticed her dad was quite the shutterbug, only because he'd watched his daughter grow to become such a beautiful girl. Joanne never knew that her dad would be up jacking off to her pictures when everyone was away from home or asleep for the night.

More often than not, however, it was Joanne's classmates and suitemates from the dorms.. the boys... who really envied her. Who wouldn't want a piece of that hot, asian ass? She was smart and timid but very, very sexy.

"Thanks for inviting me to this", Jay said.
"Hehe, no problem. Thank her," said Tony as he pointed to Joanne, still among her friends. She looked back.
"Hey you see that," Jay asked.
Tony just smiled but winked back at her. Joanne blushed and resigned to talk with her friends yet again.
"Aww, don't worry man. I think she's just a little shy", Jay said.

"Well... thank you all for coming. I hope you all had a good dinner," her dad said. "Thanks so much!"

Joanne's friends and family slowly left for their homes, group by group. After a collective round of goodbyes and hugs, her dad paid the restaurant tab and gave his babygirl a kiss on the forehead before wishing them a safe rest-of-the-afternoon

Tony looked over to Jay, "Hey man I gotta go, family called and I have some commitments.
"Have a good one.", Jay smiled. "I'll let you know how things go".

As Jay headed to his car, so did Joanne and Lauren. Walking just behind them, he looked at Joanne's legs, slowly looking at her from bottom up. Her shapely ass was contoured by her graduation gown just enough. He tried to keep himself from getting to hard under the jeans. Lauren noticed him and turned around as they reached her car.

"Thanks for coming, Jay," Lauren smiled. "You'd think we have something to do after this but Joanne forgot her digital camera at the classroom they set aside, just before the ceremony".

"Ah no problem... if you want I can give you two a ride," Jay offered.

Lauren and Joanne look at each other for a moment.
"Sounds cheese but if it'll save you some gas and save you time to head home from here, I don't mind driving you two over to the hall."
"...sure, okay" Joanne said. "Let's not take too much time, though, okay?"
"Sure thing," he said as he grinned at Lauren. What could he be up to, she thought. "Don't worry, I called a friend," Jay said. Will and Lauren moved aside as their friend peaked in.

"Holy shit you weren't kidding," said Joanne's uncle.

"Nope," Jay replied, looking down at Joanne.  She looked surprised, but then submitted as Jay reached down to rub her pussy again. He stood back up and she kept sucking.

Uncle walked towards Jay and Joanne. "Jo, it doesnt surprise me..."
She pulled Jay's cock out of her mouth and took a breather to respond "Whatever... I know how you look at me at the get togethers"
"Oh do you," he said as he slid his sweatpants off, a 7 incher popping by her face.

Uncle didn't hesitate in standing to the side, sliding his dick into Joanne's mouth and pulling her hair up a little. She started moaning - it was clear to Jay and Uncle that she wanted sex and lots of it, and that it had been awhile since she'd been studying so hard at school. Lauren walked over to watch Joanne sucking her Uncle off, with Jay stroking near them. With one hand,, Lauren started to stroke Jay as her other licked Uncle's cock while it went in and out of Joanne's mouth. Will felt like he was missing out, and instead continue to stroke near Lauren as she handled both Jay and Uncle at once with hand and mouth.

Jay, having had some of Joanne's moutha lready, was super horny. He pulled Lauren by the hand, laid her on the floor and got over her. He immediately thrust his cock into her pussy and shoved it deep, balls deep. She let out a grunt and a scream as he started to fuck her solid.  Her tits started bobbing and shifting back and forth as he started to fuck her. Joanne finally stood up, faced the desk and arched her ass a little more.

"What are you trying to say, niece?" Uncle asked
"I think you know," she said, biting her lip a little bit. "Just don't tell daddy".

Uncle smiled, held his cock up and slid it in between her cheeks. The tip of his cock parted her pussy lips and pushed straight in.

Joanne gripped the table even harder, letting out a gasp as her uncle's cock stretched her vagina.  She began to let out audible moans in the room. Lauren, getting fucked by Jay, couldnt stop moaning as Joanne got fucked by Uncle. Will moved and stood atop the table, where Joanne was leaning against. Her tits were hanging just slightly ont he table as her Uncle was pounding into her.

Will squatted while on the table so that his cock could get into Joanne's mouth. It was clear that she'd need to be in a new position to take in more, and Jay noticed that even while ramming Lauren's hot snatch. He slid his cock out of her, leaking pre, pussy juice and all, and took a moment to watch Joanne working two cocks.

With one in oher mouth and one pressed into her pussy deep, Joanne was starting to let her hair down.  Both guys rhythmically stopped, and they moved onto a shorter, longer table to the side of the classroom. As she laid down on the long table, her back on the table, Uncle approached her face from the side and she immediatly cupped his balls while his shaft pushed a bulge into her mouth. Jay told her to stop and get up for a second.

Jay laid down on the table instead, back against the tabletop. While still laying down, Joanne sat on top of him. He guided his cock into her ass, and pushed it in. Not having had any anal before, Joanne let out a  yelp as her Uncle pushed his cock into her mouth. Slowly, Jay started fucking her ass as she sucked Uncle off.

Tony walked into the classroom and noticed all the action going on.

"Oh fuck...". Everyone was so into what they were doing, they barely noticed Tony. Joanne looked over, a hard cock in her mouth and her ass getting fucked deep. "He-hey Joanne"... he said. He couldn't help but get hard, seeing Joanne getting fucked in the mouth and ass. Her pussy was shaved, soft and glistening. Tony was approached from the back by Lauren. She reached around and helped him pop out his cock from his pants. Will, behind Lauren, was eating her pussy out.

"Are you gonna fuck me too?" Joanne asked, slightly shy about it but undeniably horny.
"Oh yeah," Tony replied.

Before she could utter another word, Uncles cock filled her mouth again. Her ass bobbed up and down as Jay penetrated it. Tony moved in front of her after dropping his clothes, and, already hard, teased her clit with the tip of his cock. After a thrust up her ass by Jay, Tony's cock shuffled into Joanne's pussy. He let out a surprised moan.

"Oh fuck thats hot," he said.. Joanne looked into his eyes as her head was still turned to the side, sucking cock. Will stopped eating Lauren out and grabbed Jo's digital camera to snap a picture. He previewed the shot and saw Joanne sitting on Jay getting ass fucked, while eating out Uncle's cock and getting fucked in the pussy by Tony in front of her. She was moaning and getting really into it.

"Oh god Joanne," Uncle said.. He pulled out and moved it over to Lauren, who was rubbing herself near them... He pulled Lauren by the hair so that she squatted and shoved his cock into her mouth. Lauren assisted him by rubbing his balls. "you gonna fucking cum on me, dirty man?" she asked.

"Oh fuck yes, Laurie" he said to her... Lauren started to suck him off while stroking him. And before she knew it, Uncle let out a loud moan and started jizzing in Lauren's mouth. He let out several ropes of cum, some shot right into Lauren's mouth while others glazed her lips and chin, rolling off onto her perky tits.. She giggled at him while he shivered after cumming.

Joanne could not stop. "ohmyfuckinggod" she said as her ass and pussy were getting fucked. "Ohgod.... T-Tony more...".. Jay pulled out, at a boiling point, and helped Joanne to lay herself down on the table. He moved away and moved over to Lauren.

Jay looked at Lauren's face. "Dang, you must like it."
She licked her lips, "yep".
Jay took Lauren by the hand and let her rest against the wall with her hands.. while slightly bent over, Jay rubbed her pussy and slid his cock right in. He held her ass firmly as he began to fuck her pussy. Lauren started moaning, Uncle's cum still dripping off her tits.
"OhFUCK," she moaned. Her boyfriend never fucked her this good.

Tony began to have his way exclusively with Joanne. She held onto his shoulders as he picked up her up from the table. Joanne wrapped her legs around him as he started to carry-fuck her. Slowly he thrust back and forth as Joanne rhythmically slid her pussy back and forth. She began to moan even louder, sweat rolling off her ass and tits as Tony kissed and fucked her.

Will started to take more pictures of Joanne's facial expressions as she was getting fucked in the air.

"Oh Tony don't stop.. ohmigod dont stop" she said... Tony worked her a good minute or two while she was still wrapped around him. He then slowed down and pulled out. Dripping with tons of pre and pussy juice, Joanne squatted and licked it all off.

Uncle got his clothes on and left before getting in trouble with the family. Jay was still occupied with Lauren, fucking her doggy style and making every deep thrust count. He began to feel himself boiling up.

"Oh god, you slut. Lauren you're gonna make me cum."
"Oh...ohhh me too.. don't stop Jay."
Jay had to hold it in as he thrust even faster. She cringed and groaned and pushed her hands against the wall as her  hair flailed around more and more.
"Oh god.. oh I'm I'm cumming" she winced. Lauren let out a strong yelp as she came and Jay couldnt stop
"oh fuck... Lauren I'm gonna fucking cum.. oh.. ohh"...

Jay pulled her hair back as she came, himself pushing one last thrust and cumming inside Lauren's hot asian twat. He convulsed two times as hot ropes of cum filled her pussy up, dripping to the classroom floor... He didn't pull out until every last drop shot out... Lauren breathed heavily, rubbed her cum filled pussy with her fingers and licked them...

Tony was on Joanne, fucking her doggy style as well..
"Am I a dirty girl?" asked Joanne
"Fuck yes you are," Tony responded, caressing her back as he fucked her pussy from behind.. With each thrust, sweat dripped off Joanne's tits and onto her knees. Everyone could tell that Tony was building up at least a week's worth of a load too.

Joanne couldn't stop moaning. Tony pulled out and laid her to a side so he could fuck her from an angle laying down, from behind and to the side. He slid his cock in again and she moaned as he grabbed her tits. Squeezing them hard, he plowed her tight pussy once again as she moaned.

Being a little indecisive and very horny, he then stood in front of her, slid his cock in between her tits and titty fucked her slowly. Along the way he ramped up, and pre started to glaze in between her tits. With each thrust she lapped her tongue at the tip of his cock, laughing at how good the action was going.

"I'm gonna sit in front of you and I want you to fuck my  pussy enough so that you shoot hard in my mouth" Joanne asked
"Anything.. anything is okay," Tony said.

Tony laid down as Joanne faced him, getting on top. Her hand guided his hard cock right into her pussy, and she began doing the work, bobbing her bubble ass up and down. Slick as hell, he could feel his cock entering her, hot and tight each time. The friction was amazing.

"You keep this up and I'm gonna cum hard you slut," he uttered.
"Oh yeah?" she said. She started to fuck him even faster.
"Oh shit don't do that.. oh god you're gonna make me cum."
She kept riding him harder.
"What's it... gonna.. take... to make... you cum... even.. harder.." she said in between fucks.

Tony looked at her with  hard eyes and the hardest cock ever.
"Oh god Joanne, ohfuck.."
Joanne didn't stop and felt his balls tightening. She cupped her tits in front of him as he began to boil up for the last time.
"Stop... oh god I haven't cum in a week," he said..

After several last slides into her pussy, Joanne stood up and on her knees. Immediately, Tony got up at the verge of cumming and held her hair with one hand, sliding his cock into her mouth.

"Oh shit, you ready for this bitch," he asked
"Mmmhmm" she uttered, with his cock in her mouth..

He thrust back and forth and within seconds, shot cum into her mouth.. She pressed her lips hard as Tony slid his entire cock into her mouth, streams of cum one after another loading her mouth up. She kept swallowing until the last drop. Tony never came this much before... he began to relax, pulled his cock out and Joanne licked the tip to make sure she got every bit of cum from his cock she could.

Will had taken enough pictures of all the action while Jay and Lauren were cleaning themselves up.

Tony sat down against a wall and Joanne followed, still licking his balls and his dick even after cumming.
"Next time, I want you to cum inside my pussy," she said, nervously. "I want it all.."

Just a Ride

publisher on Sex Stories

One afternoon I went to a ride on my quad. I been talking same path down to a little creek with a waterfall. It was a hot day so I thought when I get down there I take a dip bottom of the waterfall. As I rode up there I seen something I haven’t seen there before there was some one there with a tent camping on the property down near the waterfall. I stop and yelled “who’s there?” then I head a woman voice near the waterfall.

I got off my quad and walked up to her. She was in the bottom of the waterfall pool of water sitting there at the pool of water. Sitting there nothing on pulling her hair long curly dark hair back. Then see seen me “Sorry sir I was just passing thought and need to camp for the night”, as she said wit

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h a oh shit! On her face. I looked at her and said, “where are u going?” She was trying to cover her up as she sill in the water naked. “My name is Mary Jo and I was going to my sisters house in Belpre I been on the road for two mouth’s now”. She looks very tired. I asked here if she all right. “ Please don’t call the cop’s on me I been though a lot and I don’t need this too”, as she was crying. “Don’t worry I wouldn’t do that” I said to her. “Tell you what I will go to my quad and tuned around so you get dress and I will take you to my house and take a real bath and my name is Bo”.

She smiled and said, “Thank you very much Bo” with a smile.

Then she stood up nothing on beautiful firm breast and trim pussy hair. My cock got semi hard as she was getting ready. I just told her to leave her things here and well get them later next day. “Ok” she said as she but on her clothes. Then she walks over and got on my quad with a smile. We got to my house and walked in amazed what it looked like. “My good ness what a beautiful home you have” as she walked around. I showed her around and where she can sleep. Then I asked her if she wanted that hot bath? “That sound so good about now oh I don’t have any thing to sleep in,” she said. Don’t worry I have a sweet pants and shirt you can wear. Then Mary Jo started the water for the tub as I went got her a nightshirt to wear.

  Here you go as I handed to her “you been so kind to me today thank you,” with a gleam in her eye. I walked out and as Mary Jo undresses the n she went in the tub. I thought I shut the door but I didn’t I ask her after I walked out if she want it shut “no” she said. I went to the kitchen to make us something to eat. Where the kitchen was I could see right in to the bathroom. At a point she seen me looking at her just relaxing she smiled and ask me to come in there and talk to her. I walk in and sat in the edged of the tub. She asks me why she didn’t see any female clothes or any thing else. I just told her I haven’t found some one that I really care about to be with.

“They’re some one out there for you just stop looking” Mary Jo said. We talked for good bit while she was in the tub. Then she grabs my hand and pulls me to her and kisses me. I felt something that I never felt before. Then she stopped “sorry I don’t know why I did that”. I got up and went into the other room. Mary Jo got out of the tub and dries off and slips in to the sweet pants and shirt that I got for her. As I walk by the bathroom Mary Jo was coming out and I grabbed her and picked her up and kissed her. It was most amazing kisses I ever done to a woman. As we kissed I can feel the warmest body every go though me. Then we stopped and looked at each other. “That was amazing” as the sweet coming down her baby doll look face. I wipe the sweet off of her. Then I let her to her feet and went to the kitchen. She asked me if she can help sure I said to her. As we fixing dinner she keep rubbing against me my dick got harder each time. Every thing was done except the stakes t be done. She ask me some thing that no one asked me before “do you ever been some one that make you hot and just want to fuck the hell out of them?” I told her once or twice that’s it. Marry Jo said, “I have been like that my pussy get all wet and I just cant help my self.” Then she but her hand back of my neck and kissed me. Her other hand slid down my chest pinching my nipples. That drove me crazy. I pulled her tightly so she can feel my dick next to her pussy. Then I pick her up and put Marry Jo on the counter her legs spread open. I couldn’t help my self that I but my hand between her lags. It was warm and very wet. My finger slid in to her then she mound out loud. I kept going till she had an orgasm. When she did she squirted all over my fingers and hand. Then I pulled her to the end of the counter and but my face in to her cheery pie. The first taste of her I went ape shit it was that good like cheery pie. I stick my tongue up in her and as my finger fucking her sweet pussy. 
 

She arched back and let out a big moan as I eat her sweet pussy. More I eating here more she moan then she had a big orgasm. I kept on till she can’t take it any more. Then I stand up in front of her. She grab my cock started to stroking it then she looked at me told me to fuck the hell out of her. I grab her off the counter right on to my cock her legs wrap around me. She slid right in but very tightly. Damn she felt so good. She used her legs to go up and down on me fucking fucking me like there no tomorrow. I walk in to the bedroom lay her on my bed. My cock still in her sweet pussy. Mary jo legs pushing me deeper in to her. As fucking her she cum’s again and again. Her moan so load the I thought she will wake up the dead. She told me to fuck her harder and harder. So I did my balls slapping on her ass. The she told me to cum with her. Then all of the at once we did then amazing then happened she tighten up around me then her juices squirted out of her on to my ball’s. That wanted me to fuck her more till it went down. Then I got up and started the shower and ask her to join me. She got up and went in to the bathroom with me. She stepped in then I was right behind her. She looks at me the kiss me like I never had been kissed before. I pulled her closer to me then we stopped. I grabbed some soap and started to wash she did the same. We got done and stepped out and dried off. She just put on my shirt and I but on my sweat paints and went into the living room to watch TV. She laid next to me her head on my chest. Then few min’s she was asleep. I couldn’t wake her up so I let her sleep. Then I feel asleep to on the couch all night.

 

 

Games We Play

BIWOW on Lesbian Stories

Games We Play by Fyre

Part One

There was a line drawing of a dick in the encyclopedia. Shirley and I looked it up under "Anatomy" and it showed one hanging off a male’s body. There were pages of plastic layering the different systems down on the bones. Shirley was a grade ahead of me in school and my bestest, bestest friend. She had the most amazing ideas, and we always had plenty to do whenever she was around. Sometimes I felt like Shirley was so sophisticated, and I was just a dork.

Shirley started with the skeleton page, then set down the circulatory system, then the muscles, the nerves, and finally the skin. The penis lay there on the page, all lifeless and flat, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how it was supposed to fill

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up with blood, expand till it was nice and firm, then go inside my cooter to make a baby.

At least that’s what Shirley told me was s’posed to happen. I laid back in the bed with Shirley. We made sure the doors were closed and my step-brother Manny was out of the house playing ball down the road. She pulled down her panties, and we both giggled. I looked at her bare cooter.

"I’m gonna touch it, okay?" I said.

She giggled. "Okay, I’m ready."

"Where do you think the dick goes?" I asked her.

She spread her legs real wide. "Here," she said, and poked her finger inside the folds of skin.

"Where’s the pee come out? Around here, right" I poked my finger about where I thought her pee came out.

"No, here, I think." Shirley redirected my finger.

"I wanna watch you pee." I said.

"I don’t have to go right now."

"Well, I do." I jumped off the bed. "C’mon!"

She pulled her pants up and we went into the bathroom. "You can’t giggle too loud," I said, "or Mama’s gonna come in here to see what we’re up to."

I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet. Shirley crouched in front of me to watch. I spread my legs wider, but I just sat there. I couldn’t pee with her right there watching.

"Hurry up!" she urged.

"I’m trying."

I was trying, but what if I misshot and sprayed her right in the face? She was my best friend. What was she going to think if I peed on her?

I closed my eyes so I could concentrate, and I felt something brush across my skin. Down there. "Hey!" I yelled, bolting backwards and almost fell sideways into the hole in the toilet seat.

Shirley pulled her hand away.

"What’re you doing?"

"Just touching it."

"I’m trying to pee, here!"

"I know."

"Well, I don’t wanna pee on your hand."

We heard footprints coming down the hall towards the bathroom.

"Shhhh!" I glared at Shirley.

"Ladies." Mama said, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, Mama." I said sweetly. Shirley held her hand covering her mouth, but I could still hear her giggle.

I gave her a look.

In my nicest I’m-not-doing-anything-wrong voice, I said, "Mama, it’s too hot.. Is it okay if Shirley and I take a bath in cold water?"

Mama opened the door. She had that "what are you two up to" look on her face. Shirley stood up real fast. I squeezed my knees together and bent forward to get toilet paper. "Well, don’t make a mess. Keep all the water inside the tub."

"Can we use bubbles?"

"That’s fine." She closed the door. "And keep all of the water inside the tub."

"We will," I assured her.

 

I looked at Shirley and hopped off the pot. "Okay, then. Let’s take a bath. Last one in is a rotten egg!"

I rushed to turn on the water. I wanted it cool, but not too cold. Shirley was peeling off her clothes and tossing them on the floor behind me. I had my pants halfway off, so I kicked off my flip-flops and dropped my pants on top of them. I pulled off my shirt.

We scrambled into the tub about the same time.

"Where’s the bubbles?"

I opened a bottle and poured a capful under the faucet. Mama said one capful was enough. I gave the bottle a little extra squirt for good measure. Then we got in the water and sat there naked, looking at each other, listening to the water run, waiting for the tub to fill. Shirley looked different than me naked. Her titties were kind of pointed where mine were boring. Her pussy was fleshy, where mine was flat.

"It’s too cold," Shirley complained. "Let’s warm it up."

"Okay, but not too hot."

Shirley grabbed the shower head. We had one of those adjustable nozzles. "Have you ever used this to spray your cooter?" She asked me.

I shook my head. Frankly I’d never thought of such a thing.

She stood on tip-toe to take the shower head away from the wall. I didn’t even know it came off the wall!

"Don’t break anything." I said.

"Don’t worry. I’ve done this before."

"We better close the curtain. You heard what Mama said."

I pulled the orange and white shower curtain closed.

Shirley flipped the lever on the faucet to make the water shoot out of the shower head. "Make the water a little bit warmer."

I did. She tested it on her wrist. "Okay," she said, "open your legs."

I held my legs open, but the water had filled up almost to my knees, so the water from the shower head just sprayed on my legs.

"Move up and sit with your back against the wall. On the edge of the tub."

I got up and perched on the white porcelain.

"Spread your legs."

I opened my legs and Shirley directed the spray of water right on my cooter. The water was slightly warm. She twisted the dial on the shower head a little bit and the water pulsed against my pussy. Suddenly, it felt like my pussy was the most important thing on my body. It felt nasty. I covered myself with my hand, blocking the spray. "God, Shirley. Where’d you learn that?"

"I watched my sister in the shower one time. She didn’t know I was watching. She held the spray there, and kinda closed her eyes. I didn’t know if she was washing herself or what."

Shirley’s sister, Wendy, babysat sometimes. I tried to imagine her naked, holding this up to her cooter in the shower.

"Do it again." I told Shirley, moving my hand.

We took turns, sitting next to each other, the shower curtain closed, spraying each other’s bare pussies.

The tub started to overflow with water, so we had to stop that game. We turned the water off. There weren’t too many bubbles.

I wanted to see Shirley’s cooter up close. It was a little puffy. More puffy and pinker than mine. Suddenly I felt all dirty and wicked.

"Can I touch you there?" I whispered.

"Go ahead."

I put my hand on the bald pussy and rubbed, not daring to venture inside the crack. Her pussy was so smooth and covered with fine blonde hairs.

"Where’d you say the dick goes?"

She stood up and leaned forward. She peered down past her belly button. "It goes right here." She inserted her forefinger inside where one of the folds opened up. There was an opening there, but it didn’t look like much. I didn’t remember feeling anything like that down there before. But then I didn’t do much but wipe it off after peeing. I’d never really thought about it. I opened my legs. I poked my finger down where she was poking hers. Oh, it felt good!

"Wow!" I murmured.

"Definitely."

Shirley sat down with her knees flat on the bottom of the tub and her knees wide and kept rubbing herself. "I like it right here," she said, rubbing a tiny button that was right out front. I watched her open her legs wider and flick her finger across the fold that was there.

I rubbed my own button. It felt like there were sparklers going off inside.

"I think I’m gonna pee." I said, after a minute.

"Go ahead."

I stood up to go sit on the toilet.

"No, silly, just pee right here," she said, "I wanna watch."

"That’s sick!"

But Shirley held my legs and leaned in to look at my cooter. I felt her breath.

I felt so wicked. I wanted to do it...but... I couldn’t just stand there and piss on my friend.

Could I?

"Do you really want me to do it right here?"

She put her finger inside of my crack and started rubbing that bump.

"I’m gonna pee." I whispered. "I’m really gonna."

She kept rubbing, watching my face.

Where did she come up with this stuff?

I felt the little slip of pee start to come out and once it started, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I watched the yellow stream come out and start to squirt everywhere. All over her hand, all down my thighs, into the bathwater.

Some of the bubbles sizzled and disappeared.

I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. Just to stand up and pee like a boy, to not care where the pee went, to just let it spray down, all over the tub. Even to just pee on her hand. God.

"Rub me some more." I told her. I didn’t need to pee anymore, but I kinda felt like I did. I felt like I wanted to pee some more. Rub me some more.

Shirley rubbed my cooter for a minute, then she stood in the tub and whispered in my ear. "Jennie, I wanna tell you something."

"What?"

"You can’t tell anyone, ‘kay?"

"I won’t."

"You promise?" She had a solemn look on her face.

"I promise."

"I mean it. You can’t tell anyone. No matter what."

"I promise, Shirley. Cross my heart and hope to die."

She swallowed. What she wanted to tell me must be pretty important.

"What is it?" I urged. "It can’t be that big a deal."

"One time a boy wanted to lick me there."

Omigod. I couldn’t believe it. "Lick you? How? Whaddya mean?"

"He wanted to put his mouth on me and lick my cooter. Can you believe it?"

She had a dark, serious look on her face. I knew she was telling the truth.

"Did he do it?"

"Omigod, no. Of course not." She giggled, and put her hand down to cover herself. "But I think I would let you. Do you wanna try?"

"I don’t know."

I suddenly felt very embarrassed and started to sink all the way underneath the water. Then I remembered I just peed there.

I got out of the tub and pulled the plug. There was a gurgle as the water started to spin down the drain.

"We better go."

I grabbed a towel and started to dry off. I made sure to cover my cooter. Suddenly I didn’t want her looking at me there anymore.

"Hey, you’re not mad are you?" she said.

"No."

"Well, why aren’t you talking?"

"Do you wanna go jump rope?" I asked her. Last time she was here, I almost skipped doubles. I thought maybe we could try that again. Or play Trouble. We both liked board games. "We could go play Trouble."

"Okay." She said, pulling her clothes on.

Truth is, I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t have a clue of what I was supposed to say. Shirley thought about letting me lick her down there.

Later that night, after Mama sent me to bed, I laid with my hand against that button she showed me, and I rubbed it a little, but not enough to feel too good, and I thought about what she’d said. To tell the truth, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. Some boy wanted to put his mouth down there? Whatever for?

Steve's Alien Abduction

LightFang on Supernatural Stories

The night is just beginning; all of the sun’s rays have creped under the horizon.   I stand outside, my eyes fixed at the sky.   Stars begin to shine here and there.   I feel a cool breeze run across my face, it was inviting.

There is not a single cloud in sight.   I begin to walk into my backyard further.

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cerun: yes">   My surroundings fade, my house is no longer visible.   I walk on, my direction unknown.   I soon get to the end of my backyard, and the beginning of a vast corn field.

It is summer and the stock has grown above my head.   I was not a farmer, but I lived next to the field.   I’m actually a teacher.   My wife too is a teacher.   I worked at the local high school, teaching World History to 10 th graders, while my wife taught theater at the local community college.

            We didn’t make a lot of money, but we always had enough, we bought this lovely four bedroom house for a steal.   I was growing lonely the passed few days, my wife had gone off to the city to perform a Broadway play and I was left home alone.   This happens at least 4 times a year, and it is my chance to get home improvement projects done.

            That day I had just finished painting the garage floor.   Now, my stomach full of microwavable meals and cola, I stare up at the vast sky.   I pick out the constellations after a few minutes and started thinking if they ever talked to each other.   Did Orion ever say hello to the Big Dipper?   I laughed internally at the thought to two groups of stars having a conversation.

            Then out of the corner of my eye I notice a star that is unusually bright.   I stare at it and it begins to twinkle.   I wave my hand at it and it twinkles more.   I continued to chuckle inside, playing with the idea that the star was actually communicating with me.  

            Just then the star moved in the sky, my eyes grew wide and fixed on the moving star.
            “What the hell?” I muttered, my eye twitching involuntarily.   The star increased speed slightly and flew like a plane in the night sky.   I began to get worried that it may be something dangerous, but I could not move my eyes from it.   My heart beat increased and I felt my body temperature rise.

            The star then zipped down towards the horizon and disappeared from my sight.   I fixed my eyes at the tree line in which it had disappeared, but I could not see through the dark cover of the trees.
            “I must be losing it.” I thought, calming my mind, saying what I saw was nothing more then a trick of the light.   I turned and began the journey back to my house, moving almost at a slight jog.   I told myself that it was late and I should get inside, but I was really scared at the sight, and yet I didn’t want to admit to it.

            I got over a little knoll and could see my house in the distance, the back porch light shined bright.   I slowed my walk and felt safe under the glow of the light.   I quickly notice something odd; the light wasn’t coming from the porch it was actually coming from above.   I raised my eyes to the sky and I stared into a large circle of white light.  

            At the time I could see only light, but I know that it was no craft of modern man, I could see no other flashers, and heard no noise, not even the mutter of an engine.   Just then I heard a humming sound, like the sound of large turbines turning.   I had watched Alien movies before and from the tales a sound was always heard before a beam sucked you into their ship.

            I reeked of fear and shook in terror and disbelief.   I closed my eyes and just hoped they would leave me, but that was not the case.   I began to feel my body pull apart in itself and it struck me like a billion needles.   I went to scream in pain, but I sank into an instant unconscious state.

            I couldn’t feel anything, I couldn’t see, or hear, but I could think, in an odd turn of event I thought, but only one thought entered my mind.   The thought of my beloved wife and whether I cried on the outside did not matter, for I was crying on the inside.   Just as soon as the thought entered my mind and my internal tear was shed it was gone.

            I couldn’t piece the visions in front of my mind together, they blurred and mixed, all I rendered were the lights and colors.   I was dreaming, but this was not a normal dream it was as if someone was looking into my mind and fast forwarding through my memories.   I would feel happiness, sorrow, and joy within moment of each other.

            I then went blank once again, no visions, no feeling, nothing for a long time.   Slowly I began to feel my body awake, I felt all my weight in my legs, yet I could not move them.   I felt my arms above my head, and they would not move either.   I then felt my breath; I was relieved I could take in a breath.

            The air was chilling and sterile, like a hospital.   I struggled to move my eyes, they were sore and in pain, it felt as if they were cut open with a letter opener.   I slowly managed to open them, bracing the pain, it was sharp at first, but it dulled and disappeared as I opened my eyes wide.

            My eyes were open, but my vision was blurred.   I could see only colors, blurred blues and grays.   I then realized my glasses were gone.   Where had they taken them too, I need them back, my head will start to hurt if they are not returned soon.   I had worn my glasses since my early teen years, and headaches came when I tried to look into bright lights for a long time without them.

            I was then shocked by the cold air that attacked my body quickly.   I didn’t understand how something could be so cold against my skin, but then I realized by moving my body that I was naked.   I looked up at my hands and they were close enough to tell that they and my legs were bound to the wall my something.

            The wall was blue/gray and it was very smooth, metallic.   I began to shudder from the cold around me, my hair stood on its ends and my body covered in goose bumps.   I clenched my right arm and pulled it forward from the wall, I could then see how it was being kept to the wall.  

            My arm snapped back against the cold wall, as chains of light kept my body from moving.   I then gave up escape, it would require much energy to remove these bounds and the cold would kill me before then.   I took shallow, slow breaths and then squinted to focus on the room in which I was hanging in.

            The room was much the same as the wall that I hung from, it had blue/gray metallic walls and not windows or doors.   The floor was all grey and flat.   It was an empty room; all that seemed to be there were the chains and white light that grew dimly from the edge of the walls.

            I then closed my eyes, wishing to open them and be back in my backyard, but it would not be so.   I slowly opened them and instead of seeing my backyard I saw a set of silver eyes stare into mine.   I jolted against the wall, breathing fast and panicking.   The eyes were part of a blue skinned face.

            The face looked almost human, two eyes, a nose, a pair of blue lips and silver eyebrows.   Above the eyes were two silver diamonds in the blue faces forehead.   I then saw a hand rise from my blind spot; it came into view, closing in on my face.   The hand had slender blue fingers, almost human, but a bit longer, with short talons.

            I closed my eyes tight, as I felt the hand press against my forehead just above my eyelids.   Then glowing warmth came from the hand, it seemed to center around my eyes only, but it was warmth none the less, I savored it.   The hand parted my head and the warmth dulled, I slowly opened my eyes.  

            It took almost no time, but I realized my eyes could see normal.   I saw the entire room clearly.   This blue humanoid had healed my vision, I was grateful for a moment, and then I looked carefully upon the rest of the creatures’ body.

            The alien struck me, it looked really human, other then its pale blue skin, and silver hair, it could pass as human.   The alien had short hair; it was styled to frill out the bottom.   The alien wore its hair like a female, then I looked more at the alien and it was to my eyes a female.

            The alien wore a purple suit that covered all but its hands and head.   I look at the design, from the chest protruded breast curves.   From the suit I could tell that if she were human she would be in the mid to high C range.   Her body was slender, but not skinny sticklike.   She was well filled, and seemed to be perfect in body type.

            I lost myself in my visual examination, she did not look like my wife directly, but her body type and alien beauty was reminding me of the first time I meet my wife.   I had just finished my college degree and was looking for teaching jobs.   I came to a stop light and it turned green, I pulled out and my left side was struck hard.

            I survived without much more then a scratch.   I escaped from the wreck to see the driver of the other car.   The driver had long waving blonde hair and captivating blue eyes.   I was the same lost then as I was now, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and I thought an angel had feel from the skies and crashed into me.

            “Where am I?” I asked.   I then saw her lips move, but I couldn’t understand the noise that came from her mouth.   It was an odd series of clicks and grunts.   I couldn’t understand how a creature this beautiful spoke with such a barbaric sounding language.

            She could tell that I understood nothing of what she was trying to tell me.   She then began to approach me once again.   His time she raised both hands and slowly placed them on my ears.   I felt once again, the same warmth that my eyes had received, on my ears.   It subsided and she pulled her hands from my ears.
            “Is that better?” A soft voice spoke, I watched as her lips moved with the words.
            “You speak English?!” I exclaimed, my eyes perked up.

            “No, I just mutated your hearing and vocal cords, so you understand all languages as if they were in English, and you speak the language that you are suppose to hear.” She spoke again.   I didn’t understand how that was possible and I thought that now I would be too valuable to let go.   If the world found out that I could speak every language there would be many questions.

            “Where am I?” I asked, looking around the room and then back at her.
            “You are on a space ship that is currently orbiting Saturn” She answered, pointing to an opposite wall.   The wall moved and soon a window appeared, showing the planet Saturn outside the window.

            “Whoa,” I said, “What do you want with me?”   She smirked and then placed her hand on the wall.   I light humming was then heard and the bindings that kept me to the wall disappeared and I fell to the cold ground with a light thud.

            “I want to study you, see my race is very intelligent, it took us very little time to develop space travel, but we have encountered viral enemies.   Our bodies are not equipped with strong defenses as yours are.   We have no white blood cells to fend off these attacks, so our people fall quickly to these diseases.” She explained, “I want to find out how your body produces such strong cells and how we can copy them.”
            “You aren’t going to cut me open are you?” I asked, scarred.   The alien chuckled and smiled.

            "Of course not, cutting you open wouldn't give me any information I don't already know." She said, "Oh, by the way, my name is; Aier"

            "The name's Mark," I answered and realized that it was really cold and I was still naked.

            "Do you have my cloths?   I would love to help you, but first it's really cold." I said, shivering.   She made a face as if she didn't really know, and was thinking up an excuse.
            "Well, our scans located several germs on your cloths and just to be safe we destroyed them." She answered.   I looked at her and my shoulders sank.

            "Alright, do you have anything at all I could wear to keep out the cold?" I asked.

            "Yes, wait right here, I'll return shortly." She spoke, and walked towards a wall, it moved and became a door, she exited and after she was through it sealed up.   I waited around for a few minutes.   Thoughts ran through my head. What time is it, what day, is my wife home, or is she still away?

            Then the door at the wall formed again, and Aier walked through it, this time in her blue hands she carried a white ball.   She bowed to me as the door behind her disappeared, holding out the white ball of cloth.   I took the cloth and bowed back, the cloth then unrolled out into a long white robe.

            "Our priest allowed me to borrow some robes for you, seeing as it was his idea to pick your planet." Aier spoke; I then tossed it up over my head and pulled it down over myself.   It was like a monk's robe, but soft and warm, and white.

            "Priest?   You have a religion?" I asked, and then hit myself internally; of course an advanced civilization would have at least some form of faith.

            "Yes, I believe in one supreme power that has control over the universe.   I believe on your planet the closest religion would be called: Christianity.” She answered.   I was never a really devout religious person, but my interest in history and the religions that were created and fought for was a key interest.   I would spend hours upon hours going over textbooks and listening to lectures on ancient crusades and “holy wars”, the idea of giving your life for faith was something that just astonished me.

            “Do all your people follow the same religion?” I asked, the robe starting to warm my body.
            “No, our empire spans over many planets and star systems and to evoke control over that many people to follow one religion would cause a great downfall.   Although a large portion of us follow our “Catholic” faith as you would understand, many follow their own paths and we respect their view, even if we don’t always agree.” Aier said, almost poetically.

            “Tolerance is the one thing I believe our world needs, but by the way things are going it’ll take centuries maybe even more before that happens.” I spoke, Aier nodded.

            “Well, I feel that our race could teach yours to be more tolerant, but first we must solve our problem.   We must find a way to gain strong defenses again these viral enemies.” Aier spoke.

            “Well, I’m willing to help you out in exchange for a safe journey home.” I spoke, not knowing how I could help, but longing to get home as soon as possible.   Aier nodded, and then walked towards the wall, it moved and became a door once again.

            “Follow me,” She said, walking out of the room into a gray corridor.   I scratched my head for a moment and then followed suite, exiting the room.   I followed her along this long corridor; I saw no doors or windows, just the same gray walls all around.   Then we came to a dead end, Aier walked close to the wall and it opened up.

            She walked through the opening and I followed behind.   The wall resealed around me, I scanned the room.   It had a black floor, with silver walls and ceiling.   There was an examining table in the center of the room.   Around it were a few tables with “lab equipment” on it.

            “I thought you said you weren’t going to cut me open.” I spoke; looking at a tool that resembled a scalpel.

            “I’m not, come over here and I’ll show you what I have learned about humans anatomy.” She said, I walked next to her, she then placed her hand on the wall and it moved.   It formed into a video screen, showing a human male and female figure next to each other.   It then ran through a bunch of symbols and alien text that I didn’t understand.

            “As you may know the human body produces new blood cells all the time, mostly red, but a few whites.   The white blood cells seem to be the great fighters of your systems, allowing you to stave off infections and viruses.   All attempts to create a synthetic form of your white blood cells have failed.” She spoke, turned her face from the screen to me.
            “Well, then how can I help if it won’t work synthetic?” I asked, my eyes glued to the screen like a sports game.
            “The only last resort we have it to create a hybrid.” She spoke, I took in the words and my eyebrow rose.

            I slowly turned towards her and said, “What do you mean, “Create a hybrid”?   Are you thinking mixing your races DNA and mine together to make a lab hybrid?”

            “Yes, in a sense.” She spoke, walking around to the other side of the table.
            “Feew, I thought for a second you wanted to give birth to a human slash, what ever your race is called; child.” I commented.

            “Spartans… we are called Spartans… and actually that’s exactly what I was hopping you would agree with.” Aier said, walking right up to my face, “I want us to create a child, so that my people can have a beacon for hope.”
            I didn’t know what to say to her; I was so shocked by the request that I couldn’t form words.

            “If I say no?” I said, looking right into her eyes.
            “Then I’ll shove you out a airlock and get another human.” She said, almost smiling.   I couldn’t believe my ears, it was essentially sex or death.   I then started to calm my mind, thinking that maybe their form of sex is completely different from ours.   She turned around, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me closer to the examination table.

            She spun me in her hands and pushed me up onto the table, I was surprised at her strength.   Then she backed away a few steps and slowly reached behind her back and began to unzip her body suit.   I tried to think of something to say to stop her, but I was afraid.   I was afraid that if I didn’t go through with this then not only would I die, but the love of my live would be eternally mourning.

            I watched helplessly as she stopped unzipping at the base of her rear.   She smirked at me and placed her hands onto her waist.   She then pressed two buttons on each side of her suit. A load hiss could be heard from her suit and a puff of smoke came from behind the buttons.

            She looked me right in the eyes and winked, then the suit began to fold up upon itself.   Her arms and legs were first; it just seemed to shrink away into the main body of the suit.   Now it appeared as if she was wearing a purple one-piece bathing suit.

            I gulped as she threw her hair back and raised her hands above her head.   A clicking noise was made and a seam appeared in the front of the suit, it ran all the way up from the neck to her crotch.   It began to split apart and within moments it fell down her body and onto the floor.   She stepped out of the small piles of purple and kicked then aside.

            I bulged my eyes as I saw her naked in front of me, for she was a pure form of beauty.   I stared at her firm breast, they showed no sign of old age, and in the center her firm nipples peaked out.   They were a shade of pink against her blue skin.   I followed my eyes down lower and on her belly was a large silver tattoo like symbol.
            I stared at the spinning design for a moment tracing it down to her crotch.   I then looked at a nice patch of silver hair just above her closed legs. I was captivated and my eyes slowly moved back up to hers.
            “You look so human!” I spoke; she smiled, as if waiting for me to say that.

            “Yes, now I will explain something to you, please listen clearly.” She smiled, walking closer to me.   I nodded my head and smirked.
            “A few million years ago we Spartans came to planet Earth.   It was full off massive lizards and green landscapes.   We had done it several times before, so we destroyed the surface of the planet and brought it into an ice age.   At the same time we planted the seed of a new age.  
            Man was born from those seeds, and the resulting radiation from your sun has made your skin a more brown and light color and also has formed incredible defenses against germs. This was a accident, however and now seeing as you have become a completely different species we feel that co-existence would be easier after our “child” is born.” She spoke, placing her hands on my face.   I believed her words and now understood why she looked so human.
            “I understand, and I will create this child with you.” I spoke, my heart ached in pain with those words, but my brain and my body told me otherwise.   I began to sweat and I could feel my body burn with arousal.   I felt my cock lurched forward a bit and then grow against the robe.
            Aier glanced down, as the robe grew outward, she then drew me into a kiss.   I felt her soft lips against mine.   Her hands left my face and began to pull off the white robe.   I felt the soft material fall to the table and she ran her hand down, pulling it open, laying the robe out on the table, and exposing my naked body to her.
            I lifted my rear off the robe and she pulled it out, throwing it to the ground.   I placed my hands on the table, and watched as she looked at my erect cock.   It was 7 inches long and nice and thick.   Her mouth seemed to water and her eyes glistened at the sight.

            She slowly grasped my rock hard staff with her soft hand.   I shuddered a bit and let out a breath.   She began to pass it back and forth in her hand.   She could see its effect on me and she worked faster, I started to moan.   I felt the cum rush up my staff and in one large burst it sprayed out my cock and into the air.
            Aier gasped and groaned as the cum landed on the floor and a little on her hand. She let go of my staff and licked the cum from her hand.   Then her eyes bulged and she squealed.
            “Anything wrong?” I asked, she didn’t answer, but then leaded forward and grabbed my cock again.   This time she started to lick the remaining cum from it, running her alien tongue up and down its grooves.   I shuddered and gasped; my palms grasped the table tighter.

            She then takes my cock into her mouth and starts to pump it in and out.   Her tongue works all around my staff as she starts to work my groves faster and taking me deeper.   My eyes roll back in my head once again and I moaned and gasped.

            I could feel the climax coming and there was nothing I could do to hold it back.   I released the wad of white hot cum into her hot wet alien mouth.   She greedily swallowed the entire load; I could feel that she licked my entire cock well after, making sure it was all hers.
            She slowly rose from my staff, smiling up at me.
            “You taste so good, when this is over will I be able to taste you again?” She asked, I nodded to her quickly.   Then she pushed me back onto the table, I moved to get in the center.   The table looked like steel, but it was nice and warm, not cold and flat.   She jumped onto the table and started to crawl onto me, my cock still rock hard.   I then felt a wet liquid against my legs.
            I looked down and saw a green liquid was oozing from her crotch.   She then lifted up, and grasped my hard cock; she slowly guided herself onto my staff.   I clenched my teeth, as I pushed into her.   She was so tight I could have mistaken her pussy for a 14-year-old human.
            I felt her warm wet walls and her juices just cover my cock.   Then I felt what was like a “virgin wall”.   She didn’t stop though, with one more push I pushed through and I could even feel her walls tear and stretch inside her.   She let out a scream and then a series of moans.

            She started to pump up and down along my rock hard staff.   I looked down and saw the green fluid cover my staff and balls, dripped down my crack and pooling on the table.   She widened her legs and took me deeper into her pussy, pounding me harder and harder.
            I felt my climax rising, it was coming up strong, and she must have sensed it somehow. She started to thrust faster and faster, clenching her walls around my pulsating staff.   I groaned and gasped for air, I then felt it shoot up my staff and without warning it released.   I couldn’t do anything but hold on and the passion was so strong it was even painful.

            She just screamed out in ecstasy and clenched my cock tight, making sure no juices left her insides.   I then felt her shudder and clamp my staff tighter, I knew she was climaxing.   She seemed to soak in the feeling for a long time, and then slowly she rose up, my cock slid out and flopped to the side, limp, covered in lime green cum.

I sat up and looked into her face as she sat on the edge of the table, dripping onto the floor.   She looked into my eyes and smiled.   I leaned closer and pressed my lips against hers, softly.   She sank into them quickly, wrapping her arm around my head and kissing me deeply.

I slowly ran my hand between her already parted legs and came to her alien pussy.   I rubbed the whole area with my hand first.   Then I guided my fingers to her clit and rubbed the nub back and forth between my two fingers.   She jumped and moaned in ecstasy.

I then laid her back onto the table and positioned my head so where I was looking right into her wet core.   She propped herself up and spread her legs wide, allowing me to see her whole.   I moved closer and slid two fingers right into her wet cum filled core.

Her insides felt a bit different then a human.   I rubbed the area where the “special spot” should be, but nothing happened.   Then I thrusted my fingers in deeper and my realization brought shock to myself.   Her entire inner walls were ridged just like a human g-spot.

I ran my finger against the wall and she bucked and gasped.   I smiled and began to rub her walls harder.

“Oh… YES! Oh… YES!” she screamed, while I started to thrust her insides faster with my two fingers, rubbing her walls deep when I passed by.   I concentrated on pumping my fingers into her harder and harder.   I could feel her tense up and then it happened she clamped down onto my fingers like a vice.  

Her back arches and she just convulsed in the air for a few moment.   She slowed and took in a series of deep breaths.   I managed to pull my fingers out of her clamped core, and out came a trail of cum.   I licked off my fingers and the taste intrigued me.

I leaned down and brought my tongue to her folds.   I began to lick up and taste her fluids.   It was so sweet and almost like honey.   I was drawn into her lips by the sweet taste.   I spread her lips apart and thrust my tongue as deep as I could.

I wasn’t ready for what happened next and neither was Aier.   She tensed and let out a scream of passion as she came again, this time it gushed out her spread legs.   My tongue was flooded with her juices and I took in what I could, but much of it just dripped down her pussy and crack and onto the table.

I rose from her folds and looked into her face, she was blushing, and her cheeks were dark purple.   I took in a sigh and smiled.   She sat up and moved closer to me, placing her hand on my face she kissed me, lightly, and then started to lick the cum from my face.
            She finished and then looked into my eyes.   I took in a few breaths and looked into hers as well.   It was a while before anyone of us moved.   Then she smirked, and I chuckled.
            “That was wonderful.” She spoke.
            “Thank you, I enjoyed myself too,” I replied.
            “Ok, well you passed the test.” She said, sitting up on the table side, and then sliding off onto the ground.   I watched her walk to her purple suit, juices still covered her body.   She started to place the suit back on and up over her body.
            “What test?   I thought you wanted to make a child?” I asked, she then zipped up the suit and it hissed and sealed up, and then the arms re-grew from the body of the suit.
            “Yes, and now I will be put in a chamber so this child will be safe until it is ready to be born.   I have a request of you, before you are allowed to be freed.” She said, turning stern.

“Wait a minute, this was the request I fulfilled, and we had an agreement.” I said, she then walked up and grasped my limp cock in her hand.   She started to squeeze it hard, I winced in pain.
            “You are not free until you are off this ship!”   She barked, almost crushing my staff in her hand.   I cried out in pain.
            “Very well, what do you request?” I answered, just wanting the sudden pain to stop.   I could tell that this Spartan, if not all Spartans, had a short temper.   She released her killer grip and I grabbed myself, the pain swelled and it got even worse out of her hand then in her hand.

“You must mate once more, with another, incase something happens to me, another beacon of hope can still be lit.” Aier spoke, walking a few steps from me.   I stared at her for a moment, and even though it would require me to sow my seed once more, I had to, or my life would cease.
            “Who will I mate with?” I answered, standing naked in the room, my cock hung limp between my legs.   Aier just walked to the wall which we had entered and a door grew. She walked out and for a while there was silence.   I stood there, naked and just watching the open door.  
            Just then a figure appeared at the door, then two.   It was Aier and another.   They moved closer and came into view.   The other was much shorter then Aier.   Aier was around 5’ 7”, yet this other one was only around 4’ 11”.
            “Human, this is my daughter, Heri.   She will be your mate.”   Aier spoke; I then looked closer at the little female alien.   She looked like a child.   Her skin was blue as her mothers, but lighter and she had an innocent childish look to her face.  
            She wore a light blue suit, a smaller version of her mothers.   I eyed her up and down for a moment, and then looked back at Aier.   The thought of fucking this “child” made my stomach turn.
            “I cannot do this.   I cannot fuck this child!” I yelled, clenching my fist.   Just then I heard a hum.   Aier pulled from behind herself a gun-like device, and pointed it right at me.
            “Human, you will do this or I will kill her.   Then I will kill you.” Aier spoke, pointing the gun at her daughter.   My heart sank, I couldn’t let her kill this child, and I had little choice.   I lowered my head and looked at the floor.
            “How old is she?” I asked my head still lower.
            “According to your earth years she would be 13.   I would be 28.   We Spartans have children at early ages if we go by your human system.” Aier said, and then she patted Heri on the back and left the room.   The wall sealed up behind her.   I stood there, naked and silent.
            Heri did not respond and just stood there as well, staring at me.   I felt ashamed, and I had not even laid a finger on this girl.   Just then she smiled, and winked at me.   I didn’t expect what happened next.   She walked up to me and placed her soft hand onto my limp cock.
            I stood there, trying not to get aroused by this.   She started to lightly rub my staff and it lurched.   I couldn’t stop it, my cock started to harden and soon it stuck out nice and thick.   She then placed her other hand on my balls, and fondled them in her hand.   I threw my head back and then was consumed by this.   I decided that if I had to do it, then I might as well act like I enjoyed it.
            That was my plan anyways, but it soon changed.   I was actually starting to enjoy it.   I was getting extremely horny as this young little angel stroked my cock.   I then started to wonder how tight her little pussy would be.   I cursed myself, yet had no control.
            She started to pump faster, barely holding her whole hand onto my cock.   I couldn’t believe what my body was doing.   I could feel my climax brewing and she was only using her hands.   She somehow sensed my climax brewing and lightly kisses my tip.   I look down at her as she starts to lightly lick and fist my staff.

I groan out load and moaned, “Ugh, yes… more…” She started to lick my staff more up and down, fisting me faster and faster.   I clenched my eyes and braced as I climaxed, shooting cum all over her face.   She licked my tip clean and then walked back a few steps.  
            I looked at her innocent cum covered face and it turned me on.   She wiped the cum off her face with her fingers and licked them clean.   She made a little groan and then smiled at me.
            “Mom said it was tasty.” She spoke; those were her first words to me.   I looked back into her innocent eyes and I started to tear.
            “What is wrong, human?” Heri spoke, standing up, looking into my eyes.   I kneeled down, to be at her eye level.   I noticed her light purple hair was a little longer then her mother’s short silver hair.   It was in a single pony tail.
            “Heri, on my planet what you just did, and what I’m being forced to do is not only illegal, it is immoral and guys that do this in my world get killed for even talking about it.   I teach children in school, I love them, this is going against everything I stand for and it’s tearing me apart inside.” I spoke, trying to explain myself to her.   She then paused for a moment, and reached out, to whip my tears away.
            “Human, I’m sorry if you feel this way, but you must understand something about my people first.   We Spartans have very short life spans.   We only survive till around 40 of your earth years.   We also reach sexual maturity around the time your earth children are the age of 6.   We must reproduce at this stage rapidly.   The older a female gets the less chance of more then one child.   Also the birth rate of females is dramatically less after the age of 14.   The only thing we use males for is a warrior, which is all they are good for.” She spoke, “So, you see, you are doing nothing wrong.   I have had 6 children so far. I will continue to birth children till I am around 25.   Then I will live a life of leisure.   This is my duty to my people.   I take no shame in it, now you shouldn’t either.”

I was stunned; I couldn’t believe what she had just told me.   I couldn’t see this child bearing children of her own.   She then reached onto her waist and pressed the same two buttons on the side of the blue suit.   It went through the same process as her mothers had.   Within no time she was naked in front of me.   She had little mounds for breast and her rosebud nipples stuck out firm in the air.

I then looked down and she was hairless between her legs.   It was nothing but light blue skin.   I could see her legs glisten a light trail of green, and I knew she was wet.   I caved in and my rock hard cock was in control.   She then laid down right there on the floor and spread her legs wide, exposing her bald wet pussy.
            I crawled a bit closer to her, and she placed her right hand unto her pussy.   She began to stimulate herself, rubbing her little clit and I could tell that she wasn’t just here to mate and leave, she wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard.   I stared into her alien yellow eyes and she winked at me.
            “What are you waiting for human?” She urged, I could see she was getting aroused, almost too aroused.   I moved to her, and I started to position myself above her.   She reached forward and grasped my hard member.   She pulled me towards her, guiding my tip against her wet entrance.  

I began to slide into her, she was so tight, and I could barely get in an inch.   She urged me on, and I pressed my pelvis down, forcing my staff into her tight fuck hole.   I found myself half way in her, and I started to pull out and thrust in, slowly at first.
            I groaned as my staff ran tight against her inner walls.   I could feel my balls starting to tighten.   I began to increase my pace, penetrating into her deeper with each pass.   She gasped and screamed out in passion, flailing her arms against the alien floor, arcing her back to grind against my thrusts.
            I felt my cum shot up my cock rushing me, unprepared.   I quickly forced my entire staff in deep, feeling her inner walls almost tear to meet my size.   I flooded her inner core with my hot, wet juice.   I then see her start to convulse and arch her back even higher.
            I knew she was climaxing, as I felt her little rush of cum hit my thick staff.   She began to settle and lower herself back onto the ground.   I breathed deep for a moment and then looked into her eyes.   She was lightly panting and her cheeks were flushed against her blue skin.

I slowly pulled from her tight core; I could feel her walls close as I slide out.   I rested my soft member just above her crotch for a moment.   She looked up at me and smiled.   I sat up on my knees; she slowly closed her legs and stood up.   I leaned over and reached my hands around her waist, pulling her right up to my face.

She stood up rubbing her hands through my hair.   I placed my hands onto her small little ass and dug my face into her crotch, licking her to my hearts content.   She jumped at first and giggled.   I moved closer into her, my nose rubbing against her nub.  

While my tongue moved along her wet entrance and my nose stroked her nub I moved my hands, caressing her ass.   I didn’t notice at first, but my right hand was almost touching her ass hole.   I had never had anal sex before; my wife had objected it the first time the subject was spoken.
            I moved my hand slowly closer and soon found two fingers against her hole.   I lightly rubbed my fingers against her hole a bit, but tried to pay close attention to her wet core and clit.   I then found our position was starting to cause a strain on my neck.  

I moved from her, and picked her up under the armpits.   I placed her on the table edge and she spread her legs.   She smiled down at me as I moved in and continued to lick her sweet pussy long and hard.
            “Human…” She moaned as I licked her nub.

I moved my mouth back just enough to speak, “Yes?”   She then turned herself, pushing me from her core.   She was soon bent over, with her hands placed on the table, her feet planted firm on the ground.
            “I want you to lick my… umm… how would you say it… uh, ass, yet I believe that’s what it is called.   Will you lick my ass?!” She asked, looking back at me.   My eyes grew wide, not only was I having sex with an alien that could be still in middle school on earth, but she wants me to work her ass too.   I was swimming in the raw lust and desire.

I leaned down onto my knees and placed my hands onto her ass cheeks.   She spread her ass wide and I could see her asshole well.   There was no sign of waste material, which was the only thing that worried me.   I leaned forward and began to lick the rim of her asshole.

She screamed in ecstasy as my tongue touched her rim.   I then began to slide my tongue a bit into her asshole.   She shuddered from her head to her toes, climaxing hard.   Her green cum shot out of her pussy and onto the floor, never running down her legs.
            I raised an eyebrow as I saw what was happening to her.   I then pushed my tongue into her asshole further.

“YES, YES!!!!” She screamed, shuddering again, and spraying more cum onto the ground.   I soon realized that it took no more then a lick and she would cum.   I moved my face from her asshole.   She looked back, her hands still grasping the table.

“No!   Don’t stop!” She whined.

“I’m not, you love getting your ass lick, and well I’m going to fuck your ass!” I spoke, standing up and grabbing onto my member.   She began to cry and I hadn’t even placed my cock against her yet.

“What is wrong?” I asked, seeing her cry.

“Nothing is wrong, just in my planet the anal region is off limits, it is said to hold so much pleasure that one could not be so selfish.   I have wanted this so bad ever since I was first taken.   The first mate I was set up with wasn’t very smart; he placed his tip against my ass and then realized his mistake.   Ever since I felt that first pressure I have wanted it.” She spoke, still bent over and grasping the table side hard.

“It is an honor to be your first, and probably last.” I spoke, and then placed my tip against her asshole.   I slowly began to press myself against her, I slid in barely.   She cooed and shivered.   I pressed on, forcing myself into her deeper.   I could feel her insides opening to fit me, but it was still a tight fit.

She gasped and I could tell she was climaxing from just the pressure of my staff inside her.   I continued to guide myself through her insides.   I then reached a wall, a wall that would not open.   I then began thrust in and out slowly.

She climaxed again and screamed in passion.   I pressed on harder, passing deep into her hole with more force and speed.   She bucked back like a dog in heat.   Although I couldn’t see her face I could tell she was in a blissful state of passion, almost comatose.

Then it happened I felt my climax, it surged up my pumping staff, and gushed into her tight ass with no sense of stopping.   I grunted out loud and threw my head back; also forcing my staff in as far as I could, trying to sow my seed as deep into her ass as I could.

I panted and started to feel weak at the knees.   I was not as young and energetic as I used to be.   My cock began to soften and I pulled out of her tight hole.   I collapsed onto my knees, as they tucked under my ass.   My cock was covered in my white cum.

She let go from the table and slowly rose upright.   She turned to me and looked down at my limp cock, as it also shrank back to normal size.
            “Aww! I broke it!” She whined, leaning down to look at it more.
            “No, you didn’t break it, just I’m not as young as I used to be and between you and your mother I’m all sexed out.” I told her, breathing deeply.   She stood up and looked down at me.
            “Well, if you are drained then I have no use for you anymore.   You will be returned as soon as I inform the captain.” She spoke, and then started to walk to the wall, which the door grew from.   I smiled, I was actually going home.   I felt a little bad for just fucking the girl and leaving, but I wanted to go home more then anything.
            Just before Heri approached the wall the lighted turned off and for a while all was dark.   I rose in the dark and tried to look around.   An alarm started to sound, a deep fog horn type alarm.   The lights turned back on, but now they were purple.

“We’re under attack!” Heri yelled and ran back to me; she grabbed my arm and pulled me to the opposite wall.   The ship started to shake violently.

“UNDER ATTACK…?! BY WHOM…!?” I panicked, looking into her eyes.

“Digorians!   They are the only special that the Spartans have ever lost to, yet we are going to be able to destroy them soon enough!” She spoke and then placed her hand on the wall.   It grew open into a door.

“Where does this lead?!” I asked.

“Our escape pod.” She replied and then grabbed me by the shoulder and hurled me through the door.   I spun around and landed in an odd looking seat.   The pod was a small space with another seat to my left.   I felt my naked body being locked to the seat by an invisible force.

The ship continued to shake more violently, Heri jumped through the door and into her seat.   The door shrinks behind her.   The inside of the pod lights up blue.   I close my eyes to shield from the light for a moment and then when I open them my body is covered in a white space suit.   I glance over and Heir is in a similar white space suit.

A sudden jolt of speed launches us from the main ship, and into the darkness of space.   A large transparent window is in front of us and we watch at the lonely ship is under attack my four different ones of greater size.

Heir places her hand in several places on the wall and noises are made.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes still fixed on the battle, I then see several other lights shoot off from the Spartan ship.   They were other pods, and they quickly disappeared.

“I’m seating our course for your planet.   Sit back!” She spoke, and within seconds the lights blurred around us and the battle area disappeared.   Planets zoomed by us light fireflies.   I then felt tired and I passed out.

A while later…

“Human!” A voice spoke, and then a stinging slap crossed my face.   I snapped from my sleep like state and looked up at Heri.   I then quickly got my bearing and we were in my back yard, just as I had left it.   It was night; I quickly jumped up, and looked at her.

“The escape pod broke up on entry; we survived because of the suits.” She explained.   I scratched my head and then realized we were back on earth and she was a blue alien.   I took her hand and started to lead her to my house.

“We have to get inside; I can’t let anyone know you are an alien.” I spoke.   I walked her up the porch and into the back door.   My house was as I had left it.   I ran to a clock and checked the date.   It was the night before my wife was supposes to return home.  

She would be here in the morning; I had been gone for 2 whole days.   I quickly took Heir into the bathroom and we took off the suits and I hide them under a stack of comic books in a chest in the basement.   I returned to find her in the shower; it appears that water wasn’t harmful to them.  

I ran around and searched for something she could wear.   After a while of searching I came across a school uniform from when my wife was in high school.   It looked just Heir’s size.

I came back to the bathroom to find the water off and Heir standing in the middle of the room dripping wet and naked.   She twirled a bit of her purple hair in her hand and smiled at me.   I took a towel from under the sink and began to dry her off.   She laughed and giggled as I did so.

“Heir, my wife is supposed to be here tomorrow.   I don’t want you telling her we mated.   I will tell her after I explain why you are here and why you are blue.   Ok, please I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.   Just thinking about what your mother would do scares me.” I spoke to her as I finished drying her off.

“Ok, human.” She replied “Human, I’m wondering, what is your real name?”   I dropped the towel against the wall and walked out of the bathroom.   I came back with the uniform and a pair of clean blue panties and clean blue bra.

“Well, my name is Steve, Steve Henry” I spoke, she smirked.

“Ok, Steve Henry, what are those?” she asked pointing to them.   I set the uniform down and as well as the bra.

“Well, these are some of my wife’s old cloths; they are a one or two sizes too small for you, so you should be able to wear them.   We don’t have suits like you do.” I spoke, holding out the panties to her.   She took them and without instruction slides them on the right way.

“We only wear suits when we are in space, we actually have garbs similar to these, but more of them are robe like.” She spoke, and took the bra and put it on, without much trouble.   She then looked at me and had a look on her face, like “how do I look?”

“Looks good, now seeing as you are getting the hang of this, I’m going to go get something to eat in the kitchen.” I spoke, and then left the bathroom.   I walked to the kitchen thinking, “Damn! My wife didn’t look that hot at that age! Well, my wife wasn’t a blue alien at that age either.”

After a couple minutes of searching the kitchen and finding a microwave meal in the fridge, she came out from the bathroom.   She wore the black school uniform well, and even tied her purple hair back with a ribbon she must have found in the bathroom.   The microwave beeped and I took out the meal.   I grabbed two forks and brought them into the living room were she sat.

“What is that?” She asked, looking at it with a confused look.

“Oh, its junk food, not really good for you, but it tastes alright.” I spoke, forking myself some noodles and eating it quickly.   She took the other fork and slowly spiked herself a piece of grilled chicken.   She put it in her mouth and slowly chewed it.   I watched her for a moment to see a reaction.

“Human… I mean Steve… you have some good food on your planet.” She spoke, forking some more and eating it.

“Well, if you think that is good you are in for a surprise.   I’ll be sure to make you my famous stew some time.” I spoke, smiling.   She nodded her head, and continued to eat.   A couple hours passed and the food was gone.   We had left the living room and I had leaded her into the guest room.

I got her into the bed and after a light kiss on her forehead she fell asleep.   I left the room and turned out the light.   I walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch.   I wondered what I would say to my wife in the morning, but at the moment I just wanted to sleep.   I lay back on the couch and rested my head against a little pillow.   I soon drifted off to sleep and dreamt of stars and planets.

 

Truth or Dare, Pt. 1

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Truth or Dare

Part 1

Me, Jordan, Courtney, and Romeo sat on the floor of the trailer’s family room, playing truth or dare, the dirty version. Courtney looked at Romeo. “OK, truth…or dare?” she asked.

“Give me a dare,” he answered. We all wondered what the dreaded dare was going to be.

“I dare you to kiss Jenny,” Courtney said. “And not one of those wimpy kisses on the cheek. We wanna see some action! French kiss.”

“But I haven’t done that.”

I moved a tad closer to him. “Look, I’ve done this before. Just follow my lead.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me. I pressed my mouth to his in a crushing kiss. In the b

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ackground I could hear Jordan and Courtney cheering us on. Somehow, I felt a little more than truth or dare in his kiss.

I slid my tongue smoothly into his mouth, teasing his tongue with mine. After a little more than a minute, Courtney told us to stop. We pulled away, smiling and joking with each other about the kiss.

Laughing, the four of us continued our game, until I looked at the clock that read midnight. “Hey guys, I’m getting tired.” I said. The others agreed. Yawing goodnights to each other, we split up and went in separate directions to our bedrooms.

I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about that kiss between me and Romeo. It had been all I could do not to take him right then and there. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It read 3:43 in the morning. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on sleep when I heard someone knocking at the door.

“Come in,” I said, annoyed. Romeo opened the door and walked in. “What’s up? Can’t sleep?” Forgetting that I was dressed only in a bra and panties, I sat up.

“Not really. I’ve just been thinking a lot.”

“You wanna join me? I can’t sleep either.”

“Yeah, okay.” he walked over to the other side of the bed and pulled back the covers. Slipping beneath the blankets, he laid his head on the pillow and turned to look at me. “What were you thinking about?”

I hesitated, trying to word my sentences correctly. “I was thinking about tonight. About…” my voice trailed off.

“Yeah, same here.”

“So…” I tried to make what I was trying to say come out correctly. “You’ve never done anything…sexual?”

“No. Why, have you?”

“Yep. I’ve had sex with a girl, French kissed, made out, and given head to a guy.”

“Geez! You’ve done that? You got to be kidding!”

“I shit you not.”

“About tonight…I mean, the kiss. I kinda…liked it.”

“To tell you the truth, I did too,” I answered with a smile that could not be seen in the darkness.

I turned on my side to look at him. Then, slowly, we moved closer to each other.

“Don’t think, Romeo.” I said before pulling him into a kiss. This time he made the next move, by flicking his tongue on my lip, pleading for entrance. I opened my mouth and his tongue slid in. We stayed like that for over a minute, until finally we pulled away just to catch our breath. He smiled mischievously at me before speaking.

“What do we do next?” he asked me.

“Just follow your instincts,” I answered before pulling him down on top of me. I literally felt like my heart was going to beat its way out of my chest when he moved his mouth down to my neck. I moaned as he rained kisses down on my body. I grabbed his hand and led it to my breast, and he began kneading it through my bra. He reached underneath me and unhooked my bra. Then, pulling it off and tossing it aside, he replaced his hand with his mouth. I moaned loudly as he sucked on my breast, then continued his trip south. He left a trail of kisses down my stomach, then pulled off my panties and tossed them aside. He stared at me wide-eyed.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a naked woman before,” I said,

“I’ve only seen this in porn on the net,” he answered.

“Ahh, I see.”

He looked at my clit, then, kissed me in the most sensitive spot there. I swear I must’ve screamed. I felt his tongue like silk licking me all over. Moaning and gasping and panting, I clutched my pillow so hard that my knuckles turned white. “Stop!” I exhaled.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I can’t come yet, though. The night’s not nearly over.” I flipped him over so that I was straddling him. “Now it’s my turn.” His breathing became shaky as I left a trail of kisses and bite marks down his neck. I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Then, my mouth found his chest and he moaned as I swirled my tongue around his nipple. I looked up at him. “Do you like that?”

“Oh God, don’t stop!” he yelled.

“Your wish is my command.” I kissed his stomach, then ran the tip of my tongue along the edge of his boxers. He reached down and pulled them off. He was already hard. And damn, he was big! I felt him fist his hand in my hair as I took him in my mouth and began sucking him. He jerked upward, and if we hadn’t been doing what we were doing, I would have thought he was having a seizure!

As I sucked him, he ran his hands through my hair and finally screamed that he was coming. I took my mouth off of his dick and lay down on the bed. He got on top of me and managed to whisper, “Baby, are you ready?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said, the taste of him still lingering on my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him in me. He slid his hardness inside me. I felt a little pain at first, but soon it was gone and I felt nothing but pure pleasure. I closed my eyes and let out sighs of ecstasy and contentment, pressing myself against him so he could go deeper. I moaned when he hit my most sensitive area.

“Oh God almighty!” I screamed. I moved with him, yelling for him to go faster. Harder and faster, he fucked me three ways from Sunday. Finally, I felt a feeling building up inside me, like a volcano getting ready to erupt. Before this night, I had only had that feeling with my vibrator. Finally, I reached the point of no return, and, letting out a strangled cry, I came.

I felt Romeo thrust even harder and then he came too, shooting his load in me. My nails dug into his back as he emptied himself in me. For my first time, that had been pretty damn good!

Romeo dropped down on the bed beside me. We didn’t speak, we didn’t have to. For the longest time, I stared into his big brown eyes, then, he whispered, “Same time tomorrow?”

All I could do was nod. I kissed him, then fell asleep with my head on his chest.

A Night of Warmth

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The merciless blizzard outside made the cold unbearable. We were both dressed in warm clothes, but my face was freezing. I was holding her hand tightly. The house was not far away – actually we could see its lights. But our steps burrowed deeper in the freezing snow and it seemed this hell of almost absolute zero was never going to end. However, in the end, we got to the door and I opened it. A blessing wave of heat struck us. She closed the door. We went directly in front of the fireplace and we started undressing each other. The chill emanating from her white skin held a scent that drove me mad. I looked into her big green, eyes, full of fire, bursting with desire. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me. Her beautifully large breasts, yet captive in her white bra, pr
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essed against my chest – how I love that feeling. We looked in each other’s eyes, our mouths got closer and we kissed fervently. Our tongues intertwined and I hugged her hungrily, as if I never wanted to let her go. Her lips and her cheeks were still cool, but her mouth withheld the delicious warmth I wanted to devour. We lost the rest of our clothes in haste. I poured us two big glasses of red wine and we sat on the thick white wolf fur in front of the fireplace. We drank the wine, which raced through our veins and seemed to fuel our hearts with even more desire. I gently caressed each inch of her body – and it went on for miles and miles. The chill from her skin was now replaced by an erupting heat. The only lights in the room were those of the moonlight and of the fire. Her long, thick, golden hair shone, freely draping on her shoulders, on her breast, behind her back. She lovingly stroked the entire length of my body and she smiled with lust when she saw my member hard and fully erect. We couldn’t keep our eyes off the other’s, we couldn’t keep our hands off one another. We kissed again and as we enjoyed this proof of passion, I wanted time to freeze. I wanted it to be forever that day, that moment. But time was warm, as her curves were, it was flowing one second at the time – I knew I was going to live this only once, so I should savor every heartbeat. My hand drifted into the forest of her hair, then I cupped her breasts softly, with tamed lust, without rush, without greed. The depth of the silence was only broken by the sounds of our kiss and by the cracking of the burning wood. She moved up on top of me and involuntarily began massaging my chest with her loose breasts. A continuous wave of warmth streamed from her body towards mine. We still hadn’t broken the kiss and I was now touching her buttocks, moving towards the blossoming flower between her legs. I let her stay underneath, submerged in the wolf fur, while I was going to go down on her. I kissed her breasts, biting her nipples. My lips covered every patch of her stomach. She was breathing faster and deeper, raising her well-developed chest, to my delight. I played with her navel and finally I reached the triangle of pleasure. I kissed her damp velvety vulva, then I went deeper, sinking my tongue inside her. A moan of pure pleasure filled the room, as I filled my beautiful lover with pleasure. Her viscous juices soon flowed into my mouth, letting me know her orgasm wasn’t far away. She sank her hands in my hair and began pulling me towards her. I didn’t stop until she started quivering and moaning louder then ever, as she climaxed fiercely. Her back arched for a few seconds, then she gradually relaxed. I looked into her eyes, wrapped in tears and there I could see into the depths her soul: desire, contentment, defeat, willingness. A quick smile let me know she was ready, that this was the moment she was waiting for, that it was perfect. I brought myself on top of her, just about to penetrate her. Her red sparkly light lips uttered the words: “I love you”. I could feel her heart racing. This was it – the moment we had both been waiting for; it was worth every second we were apart; it was worth every tear and every hour of sorrow. “I love you”, I responded, with my heart also beating like mad. My erect member was aimed at her wet, hot entrance. I carefully went in. It was her first time and I also wanted it to be perfect. I wanted her to remember these moments forever, with pleasure. Her silky moist flesh welcomed me inside, as my beautiful lover sighed. The proof of her innocence stood in my way. She looked at me and she nodded her head imperceptibly. My cock deflowered her in a gentle, yet firm manner; she flicked her eyes shut for a second, while the pain subsided. I began thrusting forward, until I was entirely engulfed by her vagina. I pulled back and pushed forward; and so on and so forth, until we reached a rhythm we both enjoyed. We lost time, because there is no time in heaven. And this heaven held its own sense of wonder that had of our spirits entangled in the same magic feeling of togetherness. With a sudden movement, she was on top, riding me. She was guided by instinct, as she slid back and forth, up and down my pole. Her back was beautifully curved and her breasts jumped constantly. I grasped and fondled them, turned on by their erect nipples. My lover’s skin was covered in sweat and this only made her more sensual and more desirable. Her long hair bounced freely in the air, whipping her back; a few golden strands covered her breasts. She bent over to kiss me. She stopped for a few seconds, savoring the sensation of just being penetrated, then she laid on the thick white fur, with her buttocks sticking up, as if inviting me to take over them. And so I did. I penetrated her, more wildly this time. A short and loud scream filled the air, but soon I could feel how my lover was being dominated by pleasure and arousal – she spun her hips around my rod, as I entered her again and again. I body approached until we were one. Her hair fell in between us, seemingly radiating and withholding immense heat. She turned her head and we kissed. Our joined back slid off one another, but they never parted. I could sense her reaching another orgasm as her hot body started trembling and her sighs became faster and more intense. I grasped her breasts and, as she climaxed, she cried long, as her vagina clasped my penis, making me cum. I held her hips firmly and I shot my seed deep inside her belly, wave after wave – I thought I was never going to stop. We collapsed on the white fur. We kissed passionately for the last time and she put her head on my chest. I put my hand around her. Satisfied and exhausted we fell asleep, in front of the fireplace, on that freezing winter night. “... however, some dreams are just too beautiful to be true”

Cruel Ryoko Part 2

Carmenica Diaz on Fetish Stories

 


Part 02: Ryoko Teases

 


Parnell was pleased at Ryoko’s efforts on the first day. As usual, he stormed upstairs to check and to his surprise, found her with her cleaning cart working through the rooms.


‘You’re here,’ he said, taken aback.


‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I am not to be?’


‘No, no,’ he said, ‘this is right. You clean here,’ he said in a loud voice as some people do when they speak to foreigners.


Ryoko nodded, smiled and turned to retrieve some cleaning products from the bottom of the cart. She bent from the waist, not from the knees, and Parnell stared at her delectable bottom as she searched for something on the lower

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tray of the cleaning cart. Her denim skirt had risen and Parnell found himself staring at her thighs until Ryoko stood suddenly and turned to him. ‘Is there something else, sir?’


His face was red but he managed to mumble, ‘no, nothing else, just clean the rooms.’


Ryoko smiled as he walked off and hummed to herself as she began cleaning.


 


‘Ryoko is doing very well,’ Fiona told Parnell as they stood at the reception desk checking guests out for the day, ‘she’ll be finished by lunch time.’


‘They’re hard workers,’ he grunted and there was no doubt in Fiona’s mind what he meant by they .


‘She’s a pretty little thing.’


‘If you say so. Can you concentrate on the job? Here comes the other guests.’   She was pretty, Parnell thought, Asian women are and flushed a little, his cock stirring when he remembered how he almost saw up her skirt.


By lunchtime, the rush of out going guests had declined and the hotel became quieter as the staff prepared for the incoming guests that would arrived later in the afternoon.


Parnell usually began work before six in the morning to assist those guests who wished to check out early, worked through and then went to his house for a shower and a little nap before returning for the incoming customers.


After his shower, he stood at his kitchen window drinking some juice and saw Ryoko by the pool. Parnell froze when he saw her in a brief pink bikini made from some shiny material and he gaped at her body. It was a cloudy day, reasonably warm but Ryoko wasn’t wet so she hadn’t, Parnell realised, been swimming   and was lying on a towel.


He couldn’t help himself and walked outside, standing behind the hedge and looking at her. She had sunglasses on and Parnell guessed, no hoped, Ryoko had her eyes closed behind the dark glass. Thankfully, the hedge concealed the erection that pushed uncomfortably against his trousers.


I haven’t had some Asian , he remembered, since I pounded the mattress all night with that whore in Tokyo. That had been some years previously and Parnell thought he had his desire for Asian women safely under control but now a glimpse of Ryoko proved him wrong.


Ryoko suddenly looked up, leapt to her feet and walked over to the hedge and Parnell tried to tear his eyes away from her approaching breasts.


‘Sir,’ she said with some concern, looking up at him and Parnell saw himself reflected in her sunglasses, ‘it is right for me to swim? I thought it was so but I apologise if I have broken rules…’


‘No, it’s fine,’ he grunted and his cock, on the other side of the hedge, remained hard.


‘Thank you sir,’ Ryoko said softly, bowing and Parnell glanced down at her bikini bottoms as she bent over. She smiled at him when she rose and he had a sudden image of her sucking his cock, just like he made that Tokyo whore suck, flicker behind his eyes. ‘I go swim.’


‘Yeah,’ he muttered and watched her bounce away.


 


The incoming guests flooded the hotel and they worked hard until the rush subsided. ‘Virtually full,’ Fiona said, ‘except for 201.’


‘What’s wrong with 201?’


‘Ryoko reported the light in the bathroom was faulty. We’ve called for…’


‘Wasn’t that just fixed?’ Parnell snapped.


‘I don’t remember…’


‘There’s nothing wrong with that light! Ryoko!’ His bellow echoed down the hall and Fiona winced as a few passing guests looked at them.


  Ryoko suddenly appeared, bowing. ‘Sir?’


‘What’s wrong with 201?’


‘Ah, the light, the hanging one in the bathroom? It is loose…’


‘Bullshit!’


‘I will show you, sir?’


He climbed the stairs behind her, eyes on her bottom and followed her into the room. ‘Looks fine,’ he said, staring up at the hanging light.


‘If you swing it, sir, you will see, I think. I am not as tall as you…’


Parnell reached up and set the hanging bulb swinging just as Ryoko switched on the light. Instead of the normal yellow light, the bulb was a subdued emerald green. ‘What the…’ Parnell stopped himself in time and looked up at the swinging light.


‘See how it is, sir,’ Ryoko said in a soft voice that was strangely persistent, ‘green and different…as it swings from side to side from side to side…’


‘Yes,’ he murmured, ‘it’s not right. It must be…’


‘Reach up and swing it a little more, softly back and forth, back and forth.’ Ryoko kept talking and Parnell’s eyes slowly drifted out of focus. ‘It’s a soft green light, a comfortable light, a relaxing light, it is a tiny sleepy light, do you see it?’


‘Yes, sleepy light…’


‘The sleepy light is making you sleepy.’


Ryoko was working fast in case somebody came upstairs to see what was taking them so long. She just wanted to test Parnell’s susceptibility to hypnosis and see how easily she could put him under.


Parnell’s eyes closed, he was breathing deeply and Ryoko smiled happily. It seemed easy to drop him down into the first level but it wasn’t enough for imprints that she applied to be permanent. Chemical assistance was required for permanent imprinting but, nevertheless, Ryoko could lay down a simple suggestion as long as it coincided with his own desires.


Ryoko knew exactly what to do as she had seen the way he looked at her.


‘Bill?’ she whispered, ‘can you hear me?’


‘Yes,’ he murmured.


‘Do you remember Ryoko?’


‘Yes, hot Jap bitch.’


Ryoko smiled and delicately checked Parnell’s pulse before continuing.


‘Yes, Ryoko is hot, she’s very sexy, isn’t she?’


‘Yes…very sexy.’


‘Every time you see her, you get hard, don’t you?’


‘Yes, hard.’


‘Really hard, the moment you see her.’


‘Yes.’


‘You want to come so badly, to spurt so much when you see her, don’t you?’


‘Oh yes…yes.’


‘You want to masturbate when you see her, to play with yourself, don’t you?’


‘Yes, I want to jerk off when I see Ryoko.’


‘But that is wrong, isn’t it, Bill? That is bad.’


‘Bad?’


‘You can play with your dickie as much as you like but you shouldn’t come unless Ryoko says you can, can you?


‘But, I want to come when I see her…’


‘Of course you do, you want to come so badly when you see her, don’t you?’


‘Yes, when I see her in that swimsuit…’


‘It is a sexy swimsuit, isn’t it?’


‘Very sexy…sexy Jap bitch.’


‘Ryoko has a sexy body…’


‘…sexy body…want to come when I see her…’


‘When you see her in her swimsuit, you want to masturbate…’


‘Yes, I want to wank when I see her in that swimsuit…sexy body…’


It is Ryoko’s body, she owns it and she gives permission, doesn’t she?’


‘Permission?’


‘Permission to come and you do want to come when you see her in her sexy swimsuit, you want to come so much…’


‘So much…want to come…must jack off…’


  ‘…yes, when you see her in that tiny bikini but Ryoko must tell you to come.’


‘Yes, Ryoko must tell me to come…’


‘You can’t come unless Ryoko says you can, can you?’


‘I can’t come unless Ryoko says I can…’


Ryoko smiled. That was enough to see if the imprint was successful and she began to bring him out of it, switching the light off just as Parnell opened his eyes.


‘Sir, as you can see, it does not work.’


‘No,’ Parnell mumbled, ‘it doesn’t.’


Ryoko smiled up at him and, to his horror, Parnell felt his cock blossom into an incredibly hard erection and he was swamped with the desire to come.


‘Sir?’ Ryoko asked with concern, ‘are you all right?’


‘Yes,’ he said thickly, fighting the urge to pull his cock out of his pants, ‘you go downstairs and help Fiona.’


‘Fiona? On the desk? But…’


‘Go! Now!’


Ryoko bowed solemnly and left the room. Fiona looked up when she saw Ryoko walking down the stairs alone, giggling.


  ‘What’s so funny?’


‘Mr Parnell was so sure the light was fine and now he is embarrassed.’


‘He’s an idiot,’ Fiona pronounced.


‘He said for me to help you.’


‘He did?’ Fiona shrugged. ‘Ok, let me show you what to do.’


 


Parnell shut the door the moment Ryoko left, dropped his pants and closed his hand around his cock. Fuck, he moaned softly, that feels great . Slowly, he began to jerk off, visualising Ryoko in her bikini, sniffing the air for traces of her perfume as he prepared to come.


Frantically, he pumped his rigid cock, wanting more than anything to come but, for some unexplainable reason he couldn’t’! Sure, he came close, hovered on the edge but just couldn’t come! Face streaked with perspiration, Parnell gave up and stared at his red and swollen cock and wondered what was wrong.


Pulling his trousers around his ankles, he shuffled to the hand basin, ran the cold water tap and splashed his cock to make the erection vanish.


Fiona watched him come down the stairs. ‘Are you all right?’


‘Yes, why?’ he asked suddenly worried that she knew what he had just tried to do.


‘You look red in the face.’


‘I’ve been sick, something I ate.’


‘Oh.’


‘Where’s Ryoko?’


‘She’s showing the last of the guests to their room. She’s very good with people…’


‘Yeah, yeah,’ Parnell cut her off. ‘I’m going home to get some rest.’


 


The next day, Ryoko was in the pool again and Parnell stared at her through the window, his cock hard and throbbing in his trousers. He had tried to masturbate the previous night and again that morning but he couldn’t reach orgasm. He was so worried, Parnell was actually considering going to a doctor.


Something pushed him to get a closer look at Ryoko, to see her and he walked out, glass of orange juice in his hand. His cock pulsed into full hardness immediately he saw she was dressed in the same tiny pink bikini. She waved to him and he slowly waved back.


Fuck , he silently screamed, I need to come! Look at her, she’s fucking gorgeous! He was filled with the need to come, a need so powerful he felt weak and passive and it took all his inner strength not to fall to his knees, whip his cock out and jerking to a wonderful orgasm! To come would be fantastic, I need to!


Standing behind the hedge, his hand was absently fondling himself through his trousers when Ryoko suddenly stood up and began to walk towards him. It took all his willpower but, desperately he tore his hand away and smiled weakly at Ryoko.


  She smiled before bowing. ‘Excuse, but could I use your bathroom?’ Her voice was soft, he could suddenly smell her perfume and even though it was a strange request, one he would have normally rejected outright, he gulped and said, ‘ok.’


Ryoko smiled to herself and pushed the small gate open and walked to the house, feeling Parnell’s eyes on her bikini bottom so she wriggled just a little more than usual.


‘And where is it?’ Ryoko asked and Parnell was so overcome he didn’t even notice that she no longer called him sir .


‘Upstairs,’ he said thickly, trying to tear his face away from hers, ‘first on the left.’


He watched her walk slowly and tantalisingly up the stairs, turn left and vanish. I need to come , the words thundered inside him and his trembling hand stroked his cock through his trouser cloth, I do, I do!


Ryoko opened the door to the bathroom and checked her face in the mirror. She had no need to use the toilet, just a need to get inside the house to see if the imprint worked completely. Knowing that her implanted suggestion would fade soon, this was her last chance to verify he was suggestible and a candidate for her plans, plans she had dreamed of for so long.


Knowing that Parnell was downstairs fighting his urges, Ryoko took a little time to peek into all the upstairs rooms. ‘This is nice,’ she said softly, ‘I will enjoy it all.’


  Parnell was in a sweat, his heart was pounding and his cock straining against his pants as he heard Ryoko move around upstairs. Steady , he cautioned himself, wait until she goes, then jerk off, come at last!


  And then she appeared at the top of the stairs in that shiny pink bikini! He tried to smile, to say something but stared at her open mouth, his cock throbbing and he didn’t even notice that he was stroking himself through his trousers.


Ryoko smiled and pushed her pubis forward a little, a hand on the banister as she smiled down at him, noticing his eyes were focussed on her crotch, his hand moving over his own groin.


She took a step down and stopped, Parnell staring open mouth as the weakness flooded over him, he gave into the desire and began rubbing himself furiously through his pants.


Her eyes locked on his and even though he was overcome with deep desire and humiliation, he detected a strange smile playing on her full lips.


He imagined that her sensual voice penetrated his clogged mind and he quivered uncontrollably when he thought she whispered, ’take it out, Bill, take dickie out.’


Parnell’s fingers fumbled with his belt and then his fly but he managed to push his trousers and underwear down around his knees so his hand could wrap around his aching cock. He was so lost in his passion, his desire that Ryoko’s voice was nothing more than a whisper. ‘Kneel, Bill so you can come.’


Gratefully, he stumbled to his knees, frantically pulling his cock, lost in a stupor as he worked until Ryoko’s soft voice insinuated itself inside him to whisper, ‘come for me, Bill, come for Ryoko.’


‘Christ!’ Parnell moaned as he felt the orgasm building, knew – how he didn’t know – but knew he was going to come at last and was completely lost in the finally welcome pleasure.


Ryoko smiled down at the kneeling man, watching as he frantically jerked off and knew he was the perfect candidate for her plans. You fool , she thought, you arrogant fool!


‘Fuuuck!!’ Parnell came in a torrent, spurting onto the carpet, large white spots on the pile and Ryoko resolved, that once this house was hers, she would have that carpet removed. The thought of walking everyday over the carpet he had come on was too distasteful to even contemplate.


Parnell gradually came out of his stupor and was dismayed to find himself half naked on his knees, with his shrinking cock in his hand after coming on the hall carpet. To make matters worse, Ryoko was standing in front of him, hands clasped to her horrified face, eyes wide.


‘Mr Parnell!’ Ryoko shrieked and Parnell blinked. What the fuck was I doing! ‘You are filthy man! I will tell police!’


Parnell tried to understand what was happening as Ryoko scurried past him, her bottom wobbling for a second before his face as she rushed past and wondered how he was going to get out of this.


‘No! Please don’t call the police!’


Ryoko stood at the doorway, covering her eyes with a hand but he thought she was peeking through her fingers. ‘Please sir, please cover.’


‘Yes,’ Parnell mumbled, struggling with his clothes, ‘yes of course…sorry.’


‘You are a bad man!’


‘Yes,’ he mumbled, ‘look…I don’t know…’


‘Bad man!’


‘I’m sorry…I don’t know what happened…’


‘You do bad thing!’


‘Yes…I know…I did, please, can we talk about this? There’s no need to go to the pol…’


‘Very bad man!’


Ryoko ran from the house, trying to stifle her giggles but, by the time she got to her room and fell onto her bed, she was laughing loudly at her first victory.


End Part II CRUEL RYOKO



 

Dear Diary Ch. 01

Nikkie on Sex Stories

The last time I remember having used or even seen my old diary was about four years ago, after my husband and I got married and found a new home. It was a new start for me; I did not feel the need to have to mark down every single event of my married life.   I was on a path into a new territory, and I would remember everything. Every minute, day, and occurrence, every happy moment, probably every bad moment, too, everything would get imprinted in my memory. Or so I thought.

 

Years went by and I started thinking of my good old diary again. At first, I believed I had misplaced it in o

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ne of the moving boxes and since there were still a few that have not been emptied even after all this time, I believed it still might be there. Of course the old memories did not escape me, but I wanted to refresh them. I wanted to remember how my mind used to work and perceive life. I really yearned to see how much I have forgotten and how good my selective memory had become. Mike always claimed that I was an expert at remembering only what I wanted to.

 

I have to admit that despite loving Mike more than I had ever loved anyone in my life, there are moments when I daydream back into the past and think of previous relationships. Later on I might dismiss those thoughts as ludicrous, but in times of dwelling, my mood is dangerously aloof and should I have an opportunity to do it all over again with one or two lovers from my past life right there and then, I probably would.

 

Last week, we had decided that due to sharing our little home with three dogs and two cats, it was becoming too crowded, and we agreed to remodel the closed-in patio, which now served as a storage and dumping place and rebuild it into an additional room. We were to have a garage sale and get rid of as much junk as possible, and if lucky, make some money on the side, too.

 

Besides our workout equipment, which basically served as a dust collector, old clothes that were too small or too old to wear but still too dear to be discarded, some atrocious furniture, which we were simply too lazy to throw out, I had found three boxes from the time of our initial move, packed to the brim with books.

 

I dug into the boxes with great pleasure, as I had hoped to find books that I might want to re-read, and probably some that were never even cracked open, bought on one of my impulsive binges and stored for the later times when I would have more time to devote to them.

 

As I was emptying the last of the boxes containing old sci-fi novels, which I seriously suspected would be the first ones to be designated as items for sale the following weekend, to my great amazement, I saw my old diary, it’s cover faded and with traces of coffee stains, laying on the bottom, dusty and alone. My heart jumped with excitement and I eagerly took it out of its prolonged imprisonment, pressing it to my chest and closing my eyes in silent gratitude. It had an odd smell of staleness, the texture of its cover familiar to my fingers.

 

I had kept a meticulous diary when it was first given to me, after which it lay discarded for years. It had been a gift from my mother, who brought it from her honeymoon in Italy after she married my step dad George. It was a combination of an address book, diary and a notebook, the size of a big paperback and just as thick, and if I was to use it as a chronicle of my young life, I could have probably squeezed in a few years, because as a teenager I had allowed myself very little fun and didn’t date at all.

 

The cover of the book was a mixture of soft pastels; peach and pink running into pistachio green and baby blue. In the middle of the cover was an upright oval circle with the cartoon picture of Holly Hobbie, who at the time was the rave among young girls, just as Pokemon might be for kids today, or Jessica Simpson for the teenagers.

 

On my book, Holly is wearing a big blue sunbonnet and a patchwork pinafore, happily strolling through the meadow with a wicker basket hanging over her arm filled with what looked like small field flowers. The sweet innocence of the girl had reminded me of my early years with heavy nostalgia. The image itself made me miss my school friends, most of who still live in a small town thousands of miles away from Chicago where I had moved when I began college never to return. It made me miss my mom, who had since remarried for the third time, my ex-step dad George and his quiet kindness, my sisters Hope and Alison, who were always in my hair and on my case, feeling that the simple fact of being older than me allowed them to do so.

 

As I started college, I again made use of my diary, carefully documenting all my escapades, mainly with guys, turning my innocent little diary into an erotic confessionary, always terrified that a pair of uninvited eyes might take a peek.

 

I placed the book in my lap and opened it, immediately cringing in embarrassment. Over twenty years ago when I was fourteen, I had a huge crush on Rick Springfield, and his image was the first I saw. Actually, it must have been some thirty images of him, plastered all over the first two pages. Black and white pictures from the newspapers, colored ones from the magazines, overlapping in a shabby-chic array, which is very tiresome to the eye. Rick Springfield wearing a red leather jacket, Rick in a black T-shirt, Rick at a concert, caught in midair, kicking his legs to one side, his head flung back, clutching on a guitar, his long hair waving wildly, Rick on a motorcycle, Rick in doctor’s scrubs from the General Hospital, young Rick, older Rick, Rick wearing glasses, Rick wearing shades… Rick, Rick, Rick.

 

“Yuck!” I giggled. What was I thinking to be this obsessed by somebody who was not a reality, at least not to me?   No wonder I never dated properly!

 

I turned the page only to find more Rick, now becoming seriously annoyed over my own stupidity.

 

“Glad I’m over that one!” I chuckled, finally reaching the double page with no Rick’s pictures on it. Instead, the left side held two yearly calendars, 1981 and 1982, the opposite continued with calendars of 83 and 84, each one occupying half a page. There were no spaces for writing, just numbers; for each year, three months in a row, four in a column, Saturdays and Sundays in grey, weekdays in black and holidays in red. Many of the festive days I didn’t recognize and it dawned on me that they must have been Italian, therefore unfamiliar.

 

In May, June and July of 1981 I appeared to have been very conscientious, carefully circling five or six days in a row of each month with a red pen, obviously the days of my periods. After July however, there was no more markings until September of 1983, and they continued for another four months after which seizing altogether. I have never been consistent and disciplined with anything, even the tracking of my own periods. That is why I had so many scares later in life when I thought I was in my “safe” days and had had unprotected sex, only to sweat a number of sleepless nights, praying to God in whom I didn’t believe anyway, promising I’d do anything, just please, please, PLEASE, don’t let me be pregnant. The thought that I might be chancing something worse than pregnancy never occurred to me in those days.

 

I shook my head in disbelief and turned another page. Here, more detailed calendars began; the ones where each month takes the whole page, each day in a margin of its own, so that one can scribble in notes and reminders. Again, May and June of 81 were full, written all over with my awkward, still childish hand, using different colors, from red, blue and black, to green and purple, which at the time were the peak of sophistication for a teenager. Math test; History test; Chemistry test; English and German tests in one day. I wondered how I ever managed to keep my sanity with all this testing forced upon my obviously completely immature brain.

 

The rest of the notes were inevitably pertaining to birthdays, a very important event in a young girl’s life, especially her own. Danielle BD – January 23 rd ; Daria BD – March 9 th ; Cynthia BD – March 23 rd ; Bo-Jane BD – October 2 nd ; Janie BD – October 11 th ; Zora BD – October 22 nd ; Tania BD – October 24 th and then again 25 th . I was obviously not certain when Tania’s birthday was, and to this day I still don’t now. Mom BD – October 26 th ; Dad BD – December 25 th . Surprisingly, there were no notes on when my sisters’ birthdays were. They must have pissed me off enough not to include them with the rest of the gang in my precious book.

 

And of course, there was my birthday: Nikkie BD – April 4 th . Why I had to mark my own special day like that I cannot explain. It’s just something a teenage girl does. Call it egocentric but I’m almost willing to bet that if you peep into a diary of your little sister, your daughter or even in your own, in case you’ve saved it from a long time ago, theirs or your name would be proudly written in the margin which represented the happy day, probably using one of the cool colors, like green or purple. To my defense, I have also included names of the celebrities of whom I knew shared my birthday: Maya Angelou, Anthony Perkins, Christine Lahti and Muddy Waters. I was always most proud to point out that Miss Angelou was born on the same day as me! Muddy I only knew by name, but have gathered early in life that his music had made him a legend of blues, - or was it jazz? - and therefore decided to include him, too. Again, let’s not forget the teenage egocentricity.

 

I also wondered over the need to include the ‘BD’ after each name. Even after all these years, having missed some twenty celebrations of each of the people that I had so faithfully marked down, I still know their birthdays by heart. I might not always bother to call or send a card, but I do remember them on their special days. I glanced over August and cringed. Of course I couldn’t have missed Rick Springfield and his BD on the 23 rd !

 

After flicking through the margined calendars – there were only years 81 and 82, obviously book makers were hoping that a girl would either get too bored with that one and buy a new one, or worse still be so productive that she would completely fill it out and would absolutely need another – the part with addresses followed.

 

Half a page was devoted to each letter, X, Y and Z sharing the same half. Obviously, there are not too many people in the Italian world with first or last names beginning with those letters. My XYZ box only held one name, address and phone number – Zora. The friend with BD on October 22 nd .

 

I don’t remember drinking heavily at the tender age of fourteen, but should one browse through my address book, one would be certain that I had a serious problem with departmentalizing. I could tell which names were scribbled in first; they were all written in blue colored pen, each properly sorted by the last name and I must have put a lot of effort and care into my handwriting, as despite looking unaesthetic now, it appears to be somewhat consistent and eligible.

 

The next batch was sorted by the first names, handwriting already deteriorating, colors varying.

 

After getting tired of orderliness, I just wrote names as they came, filling out the blank spaces that were available, starting in the A box. Dolores Anderson, Cynthia Axelrod, Abigail Matthews, and Aimee Stephenson shared this particular space with Maryanne Pinsky, Laurie Kinnard and Xenia, whom despite the uniqueness of her name and all my best efforts, I cannot recall.

 

Personal information packed boxes all the way to and including F, after which only the names from the “first” and “second” batches, when I was still trying to maintain some kind of order were dotting the pages. I nostalgically noted that each name held one or at the most two phone numbers – home and maybe a second home if the person was a victim of divorced parents. No cell phone numbers present; early 80s were blessedly lacking those most convenient, yet annoying little suckers.

 

The most bizarre thing that I had noticed when skimming over the names of my friends was that they all lived on the same street as me, only one or two doors down, some even in my apartment building, which made careful marking of each address, including zip code completely redundant. I suppose in those tender years I still displayed the ambition for some sort of organized arrangement, which later in life I have never quite achieved.  

 

Again shaking my head in amazement, I quickly browsed through the address book pages until I came to the notebook part. A bust picture of smiling Rick Springfield, his perfect hair obviously fan blown with a painstaking care, his pearly whites sparkling with an unnatural glow, a trace of eyeliner and soft rouge nearly made me drop the book back in the box and forget about it forever. I remember this particular picture of Rick used to be my favorite.

 

Instead, I turned the page. In an obviously more mature handwriting, which I recognized as mine, but a few years older than the one used for address and BD entries, there were lists upon lists upon lists. Just as in my early teenage years I had been obsessed with addresses, which later on turned into compulsion to make extensive notes on things that I felt I needed to buy, read, research, record, and see. Also, there were lists of things I did – again, mainly books I have read and movies I have seen.

 

I have obviously just finished and been impressed with Philip Jose Farmer’s ‘Riverworld Novels Series’ and had planned to dig into Tolkien next. I have devoured volumes of Jean Plaidy books and was getting ready to read Victoria Holt afterwards – I cringed. Loving Stephen King, I have hoped that Clive Barker would turn out to be just as good if not better. Each title of the book that I had read had a little check mark next to it. I suspect that different colors used were some sort of color code, which would reveal of how good or bad I thought the story was, but I can’t remember the details of its legend now. The list of my favorite songs reads like a compilation of 80s music – Human League, Spandau Ballet, Soft Cell, Alison Moyet, and Eurythmics. Notably, American music was not very dear to my heart. Skipping over a few more pages of books, music and movies, which by now have revealed that my taste in written, sang and filmed art had been quite poor, I stumbled upon yet another list. This one made me shudder and then giggle.

 

A list of baby names. Despite the fact that even as early as my late teens I had decided that I didn’t want any kids – and have to proudly point out that this had been one of the very few things in life I had avoided to change my mind about – there were two full pages of boy and girl names. Saffron, Siobhan, Sinead, Taraya, Tamara, Tiyana and Tahar   – apparently very impressed by the names beginning in S or T; Maya, Farida, Farrah, Zala, Masika, Khepri, Anat, Matuya followed those, and the list went on and on. I was not even certain if they were all real names found in a book, or whether they were just a fruit of my imagination. I was not interested to put myself through the same torture with the list of boys’ names.

 

I flipped a few pages. Recipes – did I really believe I could learn the simple and yet complicated art of cooking? Most of the recipes had an accompanying marginal note of “difficult”.

 

I went forward. I stumbled upon a complete list of English kings and queens from 1250 AD to the present time. I vaguely remembered a paper that I had worked on for weeks regarding the subject.

 

I skipped on. My own makeshift vocabulary of words that I came across when reading and didn’t understand, their meanings and examples in sentences carefully jotted next to them. One of them being saturnine, a word that had a nice ring to my ear, even though its meaning was less than cheerful.

 

I went forward. Another list of books, this one for the curriculum requirement. Dostoyevski, Tolstoy, Steinbeck, Hemingway, Wilde and Joyce. No wonder I was ‘saturnine’ during my teenage years.

 

I vaguely remembered that there should have been something more inside my book, something very personal and hopefully after all these years amusing to read. Where was it, though?

 

I kept flipping the pages, two, three, ten, twenty at the time. The book was more voluminous that I had expected. It seemed like I had acquired a mass of computer data information and wrote it down for future reference.

 

Then, I remembered what I used to do when writing secret things down. I closed the diary and with the back cover facing me, turned it upside down. Now I opened it again and bingo. Here was what I had been looking for. My clandestine life, hidden from my family and usually from most of my friends, too.

 

To an untrained eye, the writings were a complete nonsense. To a person with passion for puzzles it would have been instantly clear that this was written in a code. My own – not hard to break, should someone take time and effort to do so. Certainly not interesting enough to my sisters who were nosy, constantly snooping around, yet too lazy to attempt the deciphering.

 

Even I couldn’t read it smoothly any longer. I paused for a moment, seriously considering whether I had time to do this. I was supposed to be cleaning out the patio room in an attempt to get things ready for the weekend. However, this was too much of a temptation.

 

I placed the book on an old coffee table and walked to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of hot chocolate and find a pen. I would need to write it all down if I wanted to be able to read it again. Now at least I understood that Mike had never read it. He wouldn’t have the time or energy to do a complicated task of code breaking, no matter how interested in my life before him.

 

I returned with a mug of hot chocolate, can of soda and plate of sandwiches with their crusts cut off, exactly as I liked them. I had completely given up on any kind of work in the patio storage for the day. The task that I was about to undertake would devour most of the day; hopefully, I’d be able to finish before Mike came home from work.

 

Sheba, my longhaired grey cat brushed against my leg and quietly meowed, requesting to be given some attention. “Come on, pretty girl.” I said, picking her up and pressing a loud smooch on her beautiful head. “You can stay, but I need a promise that you won’t tell on me. This is just between us girls, eh?” I looked deep into her intoxicating green eyes and as if answering, she purred softly. “Alright, then.” I said, opening my dear diary.

 

I ripped out a clean sheet of paper and wrote down an entire alphabet. Underneath, I wrote another set, this time moving the first letter three spaces to the left, which is how I constructed my code. The letters read:

 

A    B    C    D    E    F    G

 

x     y     z     a     b     c     d

 

For each A in a word I used X, for B letter Y and so on. Like I said, nothing to prove me a genius, yet clever enough to keep my secrets to secretive.

 

The first page was titled ARHB – October 1985. I didn’t need to de-code that one. I knew exactly what it meant. It was about Duke, the guy I lost my virginity to. October 1985 was when it happened.

 

For a moment I seriously considered abandoning the project of prying into my past. Was it wise to do so? Then, I though: ‘too late to turn back now’. My curiosity had been aroused and I wanted to relive the moments of my firsts.

 

I took a sip of hot chocolate and dug into work. It had taken a good hour to finish the first diary entry, but after a couple of paragraphs I refreshed my memory on the code that I was almost able to read it without a problem, just as I used to, almost twenty years ago.

Myra on Sex Stories

Myra didn’t know what was wrong with her. The urges she has been having as of late; the thoughts running through her head and the fantasies she is creating were out of this world. She would go to the bathroom at work and finger her soft mound and place her fingers in her warm and wet slit. Often, she would bite on her thumb to keep quiet as she began to orgasm. Sometimes, she would look at porn on the Internet and read the most erotic stories she could find. Often, Myra would put herself in the place of the female character in the story, wishing those things would happen to her, or wondering if she was just strong enough to act them out herself.

Myra drove home from work, much later than she had planned. She knew her husband would be tired from long hours at his IT job, bu
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t she was already preparing herself for an evening of constant fucking. Her husband Chad had no idea what he was in for that evening.

The night was dark and clear. The stars were shining brightly and the moon was full. Myra fingered her nipple with her free hand while driving home, first her left tit and then her right. She made sure the air conditioner was on high, Arctic Blast, she liked to call it. She giggled a little thinking that the cold will make her nipples stand out hard and pink while her husband’s dick (and that of all men) would seemingly go into hiding when it got cold. “Shrinkage,” she said aloud and chuckled to herself.

She could feel her panties getting damp and moved her free hand down to her lap. Myra lifted up her skirt to just above her cunt. She began to feel her mound again and loved the way it felt under her hand, even if there were material between her and her pussy. Yes, she was getting quite wet and very aroused. Her mind wandered a bit and began to lay out the plans she fully expected to carry out once she arrived home that night. She pushed her thong to the side and began to explore the folds of her pink lips. She found her clit and rubbed it. First slowly, then a little more quickly she rubbed her clit until it too stood erect as her large nipples. Her juices were beginning to flow and the sweet aroma from her pussy encouraged her to continue fingering herself. Myra would alternate between fingering her clit and fingering her hole. She would even practice tightening the muscles in her cunt so that she could squeeze Chad’s dick when it was in her. She knew he liked that and it gave her great pleasure “hugging” his cock while it was inside of her. She was apparently doing a pretty good job of fingering herself, because she knew she was nearing orgasm. But could she possibly do that while driving 70 mph down the Interstate?

A tractor trailer was approaching her on the right. The lights along the highway and the big truck’s headlights were filling the car with light while she was driving. Her skirt was still up around her hips and her hand still firmly groping her cunt. She allowed her fingers to continue to flick her clit and touch her G-spot. She could cum, she figured, right there, right then. The speed at which she was travelling only excited her more and added to the danger. She was being turned on in ways she had only imagined. She forced herself to keep her eyes open as she allowed herself to let go and feel everything she could possibly feel. Myra’s G-spot was now filling. It was driving her out of her mind, swollen with her own love juices, brought on by fingering herself. She glanced to her right where the truck driver had been travelling. There was a male passenger in the seat next to the driver. They were both watching Myra orgasm. She wasn’t sure, but she thinks the passenger at least, had his pants down far enough to expose his rather large member and was jerking it feverishly in his hand. He must have unloaded a bit on the driver because he turned to the passenger and hit him hard in the arm.

A smile crossed Myra’s face as she realized that two men had watched her masturbate while driving home. The very thought caused Myra’s pussy to convulse and send out some fantastic pussy juices.

Exit 69B was approaching and that was where she got off. Well, got off the Interstate. Turning on the blinker, she carefully moved into the correct lane and headed toward home. Her hands were sticky with her own juices, and she maneuvered her thong back to its place, barely covering her pussy. She liked the way the silk felt against her cunt and gently placed her hand back on the mound. Her short skirt was still around her hips, and her breathing had finally returned to normal. She replayed the drive on the Interstate in her mind and smiled. She couldn’t believe she had been so bold to do what she did. She loved that the men who had “caught her” feeling herself up got off on it. She had always considered herself more discrete in her sexuality. The very thought and idea that she became orgasmic while fondling herself and others were watching and enjoying it emboldened her to carry out other fantasies she had envisioned.

Thankful for the small container of sanitizer, she washed her hands as she parked her car in the driveway of her home. As she stepped out of the car, she adjusted her skirt a bit, pulling the waistband up a couple of inches so that the skirt barely covered her firm, round ass. She unbuttoned her shirt a bit more, exposing her more than ample breasts.

She brushed against the nipple as she did. “Mmmmm,” they were still hard and erect. She loved it when Chad would take her tits in his hands and play with them. Alternating between roughly grabbing them and squeezing them with some gentle caressing always felt wonderful to Myra. It also turned her on when he would suck them hard; hard enough to make the nipples stand tall and waiting. She had never worn any nipple rings and wondered if Chad would like them. “How do you bring up that subject?” she wondered.

She put her key in the door and walked in. Chad was a great cook and would often make dinner on the nights that Myra worked late. The smell of bread baking and steak filled the room. Chad was washing up a few dishes and Myra watched him from the entrance. She looked at his ass in those jeans. She loved the way those jeans made his ass look. Tiptoeing behind him, she bent down, put a playful bite on his ass and grabbed his dick. She was almost as surprised as he was! His cock was bulging in his pants. He turned and smiled.

“Hey, I was just thinking about you,” he said, with his most charming smile.
“I am glad to know ‘that’ wasn’t because you were thinking of someone else.” Myra giggled and Chad took her in his arms. Chad pushed her back slightly to look at her. “Well,” he said. “What have we here?” he asked, pointing to her breasts that were seemingly jumping out of her shirt. Chad licked his finger and slid it between her breasts. Myra’s pussy began pulsating at the very touch of Chad’s wet finger sliding between her tits. “I like it. The unbuttoned blouse and the very short skirt look fantastic on you. I dropped something on the floor over there. Would you pick it up for me?” Myra knew it was a game, so she bent over, exposing her ass in her new thong. She peeked between her legs and asked, “I am having trouble finding it. Are you sure it is down here?” “Keep looking.” Chad smiled as he longingly looked at Myra’s ass. Oh, how he wanted to fuck her right then and there, but waiting a bit seemed to be more advantageous.

Myra stood and Chad pulled her close again and kissed her hard. He allowed his hands to slide down to her waist and pulled up the back of her skirt, exposing her buns once again. After a few tight squeezes and a couple of slaps on each ass cheek, Chad pulled back just far enough to grab a tit in each of his hands. Her breasts were large and could not be contained in his hands. Myra could feel Chad’s cock growing larger underneath his pants as he pressed it against her barely covered cunt. He kissed her again, harder than before and found her tongue waiting for his. He French kissed her deeply and she began to moan slightly.

Chad started kissing her neck, and lifted Myra’s chin so that their eyes met. He kissed her again, but this time, barely touching her lips. With his finger, he stroked her shoulder, down her arm, and across her breasts. “Soon,” he whispered. Myra’s eyes were still closed and she felt Chad move away from her to the stove.

On the table, candles had been lit and the table was set. Fresh roses were in the vase with a card. Myra lifted the card addressed to her. She pulled the note out of its envelope and read, “Your every fantasy is my command tonight.” Myra could feel herself flush. “My every fantasy is his command tonight?” She could hardly breathe. Sometimes things just seemed routine between them and she longed for excitement in the bedroom. Could Chad have wanted the same thing, all this time?

Chad entered the dining room as Myra was putting the card back. He was carrying their dinner of steak and potatoes and some delicious steamed vegetables. Homemade bread was in the bread basket and a chilled glass of wine was at her chair. The food smelled and tasted delicious, but it was difficult to eat when all Myra could think about were her fantasies being fulfilled, tonight!

Chad picked up the plates and placed them in the kitchen sink. He was glad that Myra hadn’t buttoned her blouse or made her skirt longer. He liked how he could look at her cleavage and see her pussy beneath the sheer thong she was wearing. It was difficult for him to eat dinner because there she sat, all hot and wanting. He wanted to take her before dinner, but knew that sometimes such a tease would make him blow a bigger load later. He wanted to be able to shoot his massive load in her pussy, in her ass and across her big tits. He wanted to make her eyes roll in the back of her head from the intensity of the orgasm. He couldn’t wait to fuck the daylights out of her and give her everything she wanted.

He had to stop thinking about it for a bit, because he didn’t want to get hard yet. Reaching in his nightstand drawer, he found his cock ring. He placed it over his dick and around his balls. Yes, that should do it, he thought. Going to keep it long and hard for you as long as humanly possible, Chad continued the conversation in his mind. As he put on his sweat shorts and a tee-shirt, Myra walked in the bedroom. She was still wearing the same clothes she wore on the way home from work. She began to undress but Chad stopped her. “Not yet,” he simply whispered.

He stood before her and just looked at her for a moment and then kissed her parted lips. Just barely touching, and then moving back. He repeated that three more times and with one finger, brushed a bit of hair out of her face. He kissed her neck from her shoulder to her ear, very lightly, taking in her scent. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and shivered with excitement when he gently blew his warm breath in her ear. He walked behind her, still gently kissing her neck and shoulders. His hand dragged across her ass, still covered by the short skirt she wore when she got out of the car. Once again in front of her, he started unbuttoning her shirt a little further. Now it was unbuttoned below her bra, exposing part of her breasts to him. He gently touched them, first with his fingers, then dragging a feather across them. Myra closed her eyes, and savored the feeling she was having at that moment. Chad reached behind Myra’s back and unhooked the bra strap, one hook at a time. Slowly, knowing it was making Myra even hornier than earlier that evening. Now, the loosened bra hung from her shoulders, Chad lifted the bra up exposing her breasts completely.

“Your nipples look as though they need a little attention, Sweetheart. Maybe a little moisturizing would do the trick.” Chad took her breast in one hand and brought it to his mouth. With his other hand, he fondled the other breast, pinching and squeezing the nipple. His tongue darted all around the nipple and he loved feeling it harden in his mouth. Myra loved it, too, because she continued to moan quietly. Chad then switched and mouthed her other tit and fondled the one still wet with from his mouth.

Myra’s breathing had become shallow and Chad knew he was doing a good job of pleasing her. He stepped back and gently pushed Myra on the bed so that her feet were hanging off the edge. Chad crawled up on the bed, his knees straddling Myra on either side. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. She could feel his cock under his shorts, nice and hard as he lay on top of her.

“I am going to have my way with you tonight. Do you want me to tell you what I am going to do to you?”

Myra could barely speak. She nodded and barely audible to even her, “Mmmm, please, are you really going to fill my every fantasy?”

“Darling, I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. I am going to make you squeal with delight. I am going to fuck you all night long. Even if you cry for mercy, I am not going to stop!”

Chad knelt down on the floor between Myra’s legs. Forcefully, he spread them open to him, allowing him to see her cunt, peeking behind the dampened thong she was wearing. He gently touched the edges of her panties, and loved the furriness of her dew soaked pussy. Her mound was swollen and just asking to be groped. He obliged. Myra arched her back a little and enjoyed the attention he was bringing to her pussy. He pushed the small piece of material to the side and looked at her cunt. Oh, could he possibly wait any longer? He wanted to drive her wild with excitement, and he too was becoming more and more excited with each moment. His cock was hardening even more beneath his shorts. Oh how he wanted her.

With his fingers, he moved her beautiful pink lips, exposing her glory hole. Moving further up her cunt, he found her clit and gave it a little flick with his fingers. Another moan from Myra and she pushed her pussy further upward to meet Chad’s fingers. First slowly, then a little more quickly, Chad fingered her clit, rhythmically with the thrusting of her hips. He kept one hand on her clit while he found her pussy hole with his other hand. First inserting one finger deeply, he found her G-spot. It was swollen and warm and when his finger found it, Myra moaned, only this time, loudly. He inserted a second finger and brought his tongue to her clit. Just as he did with his fingers, Chad allowed his tongue to alternate between rapidly and slowly playing with her clit. In rhythm together with Myra’s thrusts and Chad’s finger fucking and tongue licking, Chad inserted a third finger and then a fourth. Myra could hardly breathe, but she definitely didn’t want Chad to stop. He continued fingering her and licking her as her pussy continued to swell and her juices flowed out of her cunt. Chad wondered if he should try to put his whole hand in her, to be swallowed up by her luscious cunt. She was so wet and her pussy just seemed to be so hungry for more of him…
So he did it. He put his whole hand in her, cupping the hand tightly until he was really in her. Man it felt good to him to be there like that. Myra’s mouth was open and she was nearly panting and grabbing her ass with both hands. Slowly, he pulled out, and she poured out a lot of pussy juice. Because her G-spot was so swollen with pure pleasure, she squirted all over Chad. Chad placed two of his fingers that came out of Myra’s cunt into his mouth and licked them clean. Then he put them on Myra’s lips.

“Lick them, take them in your mouth, my Love. Clean them off for me.”

Chad was going out of his mind with excitement. The idea of Myra licking her own pussy juices from his fingers made his already hard cock grow even larger with excitement.

Chad lifted Myra from the bed, only to push her back down on the bed, this time with her beautiful ass in the air. He pushed her skirt further up her waist and stood over her with a small leather whip in his hands.

“You have been very naughty lately, Myra. I know you have been thinking some pretty nasty thoughts, you slut. I am going to have to discipline you for being such a naughty little slut.”
Myra giggled. “I am sorry, I won’t do it again.”
“Things will only worsen if you DON’T do those naughty things again, Myra. Now, have you been just a little naughty or very naughty?’
Myra giggled again, “I’ve been very, very naughty. Spank my ass, spank me hard.”
Chad loved this sort of stuff. He raised his arm slightly and swatted Myra’s ass cheeks. It turned him on to see her ass jiggle like that. He loved her ass.
After several swats, Chad felt that the “punishment” had been sufficient and thought that the ass could use some salve of some sort. He began to kiss Myra’s ass cheeks and tenderly touch them. Then Chad took some of his pre-cum and rubbed it all over her ass. As she lay there, he pulled her thong down, sniffed the musky, wet crotch, and tossed it aside. Then he removed her skirt before turning her over to him.

Myra’s eyes were wide with excitement. She could hardly believe all of this was happening. How did Chad know exactly what she wanted? Could he read her thoughts or was it because this is what Chad had wanted all along? The thoughts that Chad and she wanted the same things thrilled her. She could hardly wait for what was to come next.
Chad finished unbuttoning Myra’s shirt and took off her bra. They met the same fate as the panties and skirt. Chad took off his tee-shirt but kept on his sweat shorts. Myra could see the large bulge beneath his shorts and was longing for it.

“Now my little slutty and horny wife, do you want to know what will happen next?”

Myra nodded and exaggerated yes.

“Well, I was thinking about tying you up, or at least your feet to the foot posts of the bed. That way, I can do things to that delicious pussy of yours and you can’t stop me. I will have to do something with your hands, though…we still have those handcuffs, don’t we?”

Myra again nodded. Chad went to their dresser and found the handcuffs and some bondage straps. He placed the straps on Myra’s ankles and then to the bedposts. Next he took her hand and put them above her head and handcuffed them.

“Maybe I should blindfold you, too. I think it would be more exciting for you if you don’t know exactly what I am about to do.” Taking the blindfold Myra sometimes used when she traveled on business, Chad covered her eyes.
“There, that should do it.”
Myra was breathing rapidly now. Her body quivered in excitement. Her nipples felt hard, and her cunt was feeling full and wet.

Chad again began to finger her. Slipping his fingers in and out of her slit, making Myra moan, again, adding a finger at a time until his whole hand was inside of her. He moved his hand around inside of her and felt her body rock with excitement under him. He moved his hand out and reinserted three fingers and found her G-spot once again and felt it swell and fill with her juices. Myra continued to squirm but she knew it was of no use. She was bond and Chad was making her feel her most sensual emotions. With his hand inside of her pussy, Chad started sucking on her clit and playing with her clit with his tongue. Sometimes he would slide his tongue in her slit and his fingers would play with her clit. Back and forth, over and over again he would change from licking to fingering her pussy. Myra was going out of her mind and Chad was enjoying watching her completely unable to stop him. He was becoming more and more aroused and he knew, that he couldn’t keep doing this for much longer, as he was going to explode.

Chad stopped touching her long enough to retrieve something he had brought into the bedroom with him a bit earlier. Myra could not distinguish what the noise was, but she knew it was familiar. She could feel Chad back between her outstretched legs. He opened her pussy with one hand and slipped something inside. It was cold and wet. It sent shivers up Myra’s spine, and at the same time, was very erotic.

“What is that?” She asked.
“I put a little ice in there for safe keeping. A little ice for your beautiful pink icebox. I know it is warm inside, so I am going to check on it in just a moment to see how quickly your hot pussy can melt a piece of ice.”
About 30 seconds later, Myra felt Chad’s fingers looking for the ice.

“I knew your pussy was hot, but wow, it is all gone!”

Myra heard some more movement and then felt Chad as he straddled over her chest. He pushed her boobs together and scooted closer to her head. Her eyes were still blindfolded and she was still bound but she was getting excited because she knew she was about to be titty-fucked. Chad held her tits close together. She could tell that he must have removed his shorts because she felt the bareness of his skin on her chest. She felt his massive cock, oh so hard, fall against her chest and slide between her boobs. His dick was dampened with oil and he thrust himself between her faster and faster.

“Open your mouth my slutty wife, and take in my cock, take it in and let me cum a little in your mouth.”

Myra quickly obeyed. Getting titty-fucked always turned her on and she happily accommodated Chad’s hard dick. Chad didn’t want to fully shoot off his load in her mouth, as he wanted to save some for later. He allowed himself to shoot just enough cum that when he removed himself from Myra’s mouth, a string of cum dripped from his dick to her lips.

“Mmmmm, Baby, you know what I like.”
Myra smiled. No, she thought, you know what I like.

Chad loosened the restraints on Myra’s feet and turned her over so that her ass was in the air, and she was on her knees. Next, he removed the handcuffs and gently rubbed her wrists.
“Get on your hands and knees. Do not remove the blindfold.”
Myra did as Chad asked her.
Chad straddled her from behind and again, caressed her ass with his hands and with kisses. He rubbed some oil on her cheeks and then around her anus. Myra was nearly breathless with anticipation.

First, Chad placed one finger in her asshole and then he tried a second finger. Myra moaned with enjoyment. It shot sensations in her she had never experienced. Chad then took the head of his cock and gently pushed it in her ass and then out again. Back and forth several times he did this, pushing his cock in further each time. It felt good, it felt tight and Chad was feeling amazing. Again, he didn’t want to come in her ass, he wanted to fill her pussy with his load. He had never felt such excitement but he knew if he didn’t come soon, he wouldn’t be able to hold back this wild horse.

Chad lay on his back, and scooted under Myra, who was still on her hands and knees blindfolded. Her tits were hanging and swaying in front of his face. He grabbed them forcefully and sucked them hard. Myra was cumming for at least the fourth time as he sucked her tits. Chad loved it when he made Myra cum in other ways other then actually fucking her.

Chad rolled over and asked Myra to lie on her back. He lifted up her legs so that he could see both her pussy hole and her ass hole. Chad’s cock was still rock hard, and he thrust it in her slit and then in her ass. Faster and faster he would do this and Myra had cum again. She was moaning loudly by now and her nipples were so hard and inviting. Chad pushed her legs up high and laid them on his shoulder. With his left hand, he grabbed her right tit, and with his right hand, he held the base of his shaft and slammed it in and out of her very wet pussy and now wide open ass. This went on for several minutes and both Chad and Myra were thoroughly excited and dripping in their cum juices.

Myra was pleased that Chad was still rock hard. As Chad pulled out of her, he lay on his back and asked Myra to mount him. Myra took off the blindfold and climbed on Chad. She allowed her cunt to take part of him in, and then she pulled him out, and then in and out until she knew he was going mad with excitement.

She then straddled his face and let him tongue fuck her pussy a bit. She leaned back and played with his balls with one hand, while she played with her boob with the other.

“Eat me out, Darling, eat me out.” Myra begged Chad.

Chad lapped up her juices with his tongue, and licked his lips with delight.

Myra knee-walked back so that Chad’s hard cock was just hovering below her ravishing cunt.

“TAKE ME!” Chad screamed. “I gotta have you, gotta have you NOW!”

Myra climbed on Chad’s dick, taking it deep inside of her. While he was thrusting his dick in her, she was grinding her body against his. The sound of the slapping of his balls against her skin, and her boobs flapping wildly turned her on further. Chad grabbed her tits, and sunk his face deep in them. Myra moaned again. She could feel the fullness of Chad’s cock deep within her. Oh, gawd, it felt so good. Thrusting, grinding, bouncing, in and out, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

“Baby, I am about to cum. Are you almost there?”
“Yes, baby, almost…hold on, I want to cum together.”

More thrusting, more grinding and thrusting and grinding and Myra began to tighten her muscles in her pussy around Chad’s cock. Chad moaned, and begged Myra to do it again. Myra tightened the muscles again, feeling the fullness and massiveness of Chad’s cock.

“I’m cumming, Darling.”
“Oh Gawd!” Chad shouted. “My little slutty wife is so fucking good at fucking!”

“YES!”
Chad and Myra climaxed together. They didn’t separate from each other until their breathing had finally returned to normal and Chad’s cock to it’s normal unexcited size.


Myra thought that this was the end, but Chad had some other plans.
“Clean me up with your lips and tongue, my Darling slut and I shall return the favor.”

Myra and Chad turned on their sides and Chad turned with his feet to the headboard. Chad lifted Myra’s legs with his hand. Myra took all of Chad in her mouth once again. They licked, and sucked each other until the only moisture on her cunt and his cock was from each other’s mouth.

Chad turned back to Myra and then began kissing her like he did in the kitchen when she first arrived home that evening. This time, she surprised him and found his tongue. They were tasting each other’s juices and wanting each other more than ever before.

They were both exhausted from the evening’s events and soon fell asleep.
A few hours later, Chad awoke to find Myra’s hand on his cock and it was already making a tent with the sheet……………..


To be continued

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Rub a Dub Dub, Thanks For the Tub

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After a long week at work, I knew my wife was ready for a relaxing evening. I had made plans for her to meet me for a couple of drinks and then go for a surprise.She met me at one of the nicer restaurants in town and we sat down for a couple cocktails. Since we do not drink often anymore after a few drinks I was feeling a slight buzz. My wife had matched me drink for drink, so I knew she was a bit tipsy.

 

Since I was the sober one of the group I decided to drive to the surprise. I pulled up to the hot tub salon and we got out. Both of us walked in and up to the counter. The place did not accept reservations so it was on a first come first serve basis. We got to the counter to take advantage of getting the last room available. As we were waiting to pa

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y, my wife realized that I had packed a bag and that this was her surprise. "Did you pack my a swimsuit," she asked? " Guess you will have to wait and see I responded," . 

 I had not paid much attention to the people in line because I was too distracted by the beautiful blond that was taking my money. She had on a tight white t-shirt with "Tan This" written across her large chest. She had a hot pink lipstick on that was just inviting me in. Her light blue eyes completed the perfect package, this girl had everything needed to be a cover girl for any magazine, preferably Playboy. After flirting with our cashier, and my wife I began to hear the couple behind us. They were upset that there were no more tubs left as the had plans for a show that began in just over an hour. As we had moved to the side I heard them ask if any other tubs were available and the lovely blond behind the counter informed them not for another 45 minutes.  As the gentlemen apologized to his date and asked if there was somewhere else they could go, something just came over me and I blurted out "would you like to join us in our room? It is plenty big enough." My wife looked at me with a blank face. The couple discussed it amongst themselves and agreed if it was really okay with both of us. I asked my wife and she agreed that it would be fine. 

We walked into the room with us leading the other couple. They introduced themselves as Mike and Dina. Mike handed me $30 and said her is our half. Glancing through the room I notice the 4 person hot tub, a flat screen tv, stereo system a couple of chairs, a shower and a bathroom. I handed my girlfriend her two pieced swimsuit and grabbed my trunks. Mike said that they did not bring swim suits and asked if we would be offended if the got in in their underwear. My wife quickly answered that that would be okay. Then to my surprise she told them we would just get into our underwear as well and join them. She asked if they would like the shower first, and they accepted. 

 

As Mike and Dina walked over to the shower area the began to undress. Mike removed his t-shirt, slipped off his shoes and socks, and then lowered his jeans. He was wearing white bikini briefs which I was for sure my wife would make a sarcastic comment on since she hated bikini briefs.  He had a light tan, muscular build and was very well groomed. This was nice as he was not a hairy beast. Dina removed her blouse, removed her shoes and slid off her skirt. She was wearing a white see thru g-string and a white lace bra. Her skin was an amazing bronze color, she had a four tone hair style with light brown fading down to a blond. Her breast were small probably a 34 a, but she had an amazing round , not fat , but round ass. As she began to let the water run her panties became more see thru and I could tell she was completely shaved. I just waited for my wife to become uncomfortable, but I think the alcohol was kicking in.

 Mike and Dina walked over to the hot tub and lowered them selves in. They did not sit close to each other but were playfully flirting in the tub. My wife and I moved over to the shower and she began to strip down. She removed her blouse and tank top, slid off her shoes and then removed her skirt. She had on a black cotton g-string and a matching black bra. Beings she was usually very modest about her body I was amazed she would strip down to just a g-string when I had her swimsuit with me. She has a nice bubble but, just a little chunky but amazing to stare at. Her breast are 34b but amazingly perky, as if augmented to stay up, but never been touched by a knife. I removed my shirt, took off my shoes and socks, and removed my jeans leaving me in just a pair of boxer brief trunks. I was glad I had trimmed recently and was not overwhelmingly hairy. My underwear fit nicely and showed a decent bulge. As we got into the shower my wife playfully began to rub my crotch, bringing me to attention. She slid her hand in and grabbed my balls, then stroked my cock a couple of times, then walked off and got in the tub. This was way out of character for her as Mike and Dina could easily see all the action from there seats.

 

Since Mike and Dina had not sat next to each other my wife ended up sitting closer to Mike than Dina. I wound up sitting right by Dina. We all began to chat and learned that Dina was a house wife and that Mike was a bank v.p.. This instantly keyed my wife's interest as she is an investment guru and sets people up with portfolio's. It turns out Mike had a couple mutual clients and that struck them into conversation. Since Dina and I are both the house makers she asked me if I liked to cook. With my passion for food I shared the things I enjoyed making. we shared a couple recipes and traded some cooking secrets. While I was engaged in conversation I noticed my wife had turned all her attention toward Mike. He hoped up and sat down on the edge of the tub with his legs still in the water. His underwear had become completely see thru.  He obviously was aroused as well and had a rather colossal package. I noticed my wife staring as Dina commented" Hunny your showing". " We are all adults here" he responded. "Am I offending anyone? " he asked. My wife quickly blurted out "no". " Well in that case I was wanting to get all the way in the water, would you mind if I took off my bra?" Dina asked. "No, I was thinking the same thing." My wife responded. They both removed their bra's. My wife surprised me as she was usually the square one of the group. I guess  the alcohol was loosening up her attitude. My wife stayed above the water for a minute and showed off her perky 34b's with large areola's. Dina dipped under the water but not before showing off her small 34a breast, with large puffy nipples. She had a six pack ab stomach you would die for. All this and her beautifully tanned body, i could see why Mike was lured to her.

 

I think Mike read into my wife's lightened attitude and began to become more flirtatious with her and Dina. Then he suggested we play a childish game. Dina and my wife were quick to agree. "What game shall we play?" My wife asked. Dina pipped in with " How about spin the bottle?" . "How do you play again?" Mike asked. Dina responded with " You spin the bottle and whoever it lands on you have to do something sexual with." I thought for sure that this is where my wife would come back to reality and cut off the festivities, but instead she spoke up with " Can I go first?" Everyone agreed and she spun the bottle.

The bottle landed on Dina. My wife moved over and kissed Dina on the lips while grabbing her ass. Their tongues danced in each others mouths and then they broke away. "Come on you can do better than that" Mike blurted out. " The girls laughed and responded its only round one. Round two will get better.

Dina took her turn and it landed on Mike. I thought to myself oh great this should end up in them having sex, that will make it uncomfortable. Mike spun Dina around, slid his hand inside her slit and began to work her pussy with his fingers, he pushed her down so that her face was right in my crotch. Dina opened her mouth and put my dick in her mouth through my boxers. I was for sure this would be the end of this game. My wife was going to get upset and cut things off. Instead I looked over and she was rubbing herself under the water. 

Mike took his turn and it landed on Dina. Oh great here we go, I thought to myself. He took her in the same position, only this time he lowered her down to my wifes lap. She stopped rubbing herself and Dina lowered her mouth down to my wife, she slid her panties to the side and began to lick her entrance. My wife spread her legs open to give an easier access. This game was sure getting interesting. It was everything I had dreamed of and my wife was cooperating. 

Dina took her turn and it landed on me. She hopped in my lap grinding on my manhood and offered her breasts to my mouth. I bit down on her nipples and made them erect. Now there were two things erect in this situation.

I spun my turn and low and behold it landed on Mike. I pondered to myself what am I going to do, we had to do something sexual, but I was not about to engage in activity with a man. I decided to removed hit briefs and toss them towards Dina, he removed mine and also threw them toward Dina. Mike had a rather large cock, probably 8 inches long but pretty thin. I on the other hand am around 6" long, but very thick. I noticed my wife admiring Mike, and Dina was checking out my package. This luckily had passed for sexual because Mike took his turn.

Mike spun and it landed on my wife. "What are the boundaries?" he asked. Dina popped out with I have no boundaries". Mike quickly agreed that neither did he. This, is it, this is where my wife becomes the wet blanket and cuts everything down. " I have no boundaries either, and my husband is fair game as well.Especially if he spins mike again." She laughed out, and everyone got a quick laugh. 

Mike moved over toward my wife and guided her hand toward his manhood. She began to caress his member, rubbing just the head at first, then slowly stroking up and down his 8" of length. Her other hand was between her legs rubbing her pussy frantically. Then she looked at me, and I nodded in approval. She then sunk her lips down to the head of his cock. Slowly twisting her lips around the head of it, then plunking down to about the half way mark. She would lift her head up slowly twisting back and forth with a slow pace, speeding up after each stroke. Then she grabbed his hairless balls and began to slowly massage them while bouncing her head up and down his cock. Dina was obviously alright with it as she watched on fingering her pussy. i looked down and noticed her lips were just as puffy as her nipples. This got my member rock hard.

My wife pulled up before finishing Mike off. She grabbed the bottle and spun her turn. It landed on Dina. The moment we have been waiting for has arrived. They both removed each others panties, and I thought they were going to end at that mocking mine and Mikes turn. To my delights my wife lowered Dina's head down to her crotch and began to let Dina lick her furiously. Dina dove right in and began to lap her clit like a women left for dead in the desert who just discovered water. She dove into that pussy like it was the winning prize for the night. Then Dina had my wife sit up on the edge so she could Dive in better. With Mike sitting close by, my wife returned her hand to his cock and began to grip it. Dina's hand met her there and they both took turns working his shaft and balls. 

Dina got up and took her turn she spun Mike. They slowly kissed, and then broke apart. Mike grabbed the bottle and spun my wife. This is where it got interesting. Mike lowered himself between her legs and asked " are you sure there are no limits" ? " No, no limits she said" as she guided his cock to her entrance. Mike slipped into her hole and began to work in and out of her. My wife was beginning to moan so I knew she would keep up with the events. Mike pulled out and spun her around so that he could take her doggystyle. His long tool could no plunge deep into her and that is what it did. My wife bucked back inviting Mike to give it all to her. Her moans became louder as she groaned out " fuck me, Mike, fuck my wet pussy". This was way out of character for my wife but I didn't mind one bit.

 As I watched this stranger destroy my wife's pussy, I sat up on the edge to cool off. As i did Dina moved over and began to suck my cock. She was very good. She could deep throat and take my whole cock in her mouth. She would go all the way down then just sit there letting me melt in her mouth. Then she would tighten her lips and move up my dick. It was amazing how good it felt.  Then she got up and spun around offering her amazing pussy to my man stick. She lowered down those puffy lips opening them up to invite me in. I began to thrust right into Dina's tight pussy. It was a little hard to get into at first, but it opened up nicely. I began to fuck her hard grabbing her hips to gain deep access into her. She was screaming in joy, " Fuck yes , your cock feels good". I knew everyone in the place had to hear here. I thought for sure we were going to get kicked out. As I neared the end I told her I was ready to cum, she told me to wait she had something for me. I slowed my place, and she moved off my cock. Then to my surprise she guided my cock into her perfect round ass. I moved in and slowly worked my way around. This was perfect as my wife had not let me enter the forbidden land in quite some time. Dina loved a good as fuck as she bounced back and forth, her cheeks looked amazing as the contracted then expanded, jiggling all over. I grabbed Dina's tits and began to squeezed her cute, puffy little nipples. I figured my wife would come around, and I was due to be in trouble. Then the impossible happened.

I looked over at my wife and she bent over the edge and told Mike to put it in her tail end. Mike quickly obliged and acted like it was his first time in an ass, ass he just plowed in and thrust harder and harder into her. My wife blurted out" Oh fuck , your cock is so long!!!" Mike was entertained and began to jackhammer on her ass. The sight of my wife's ass being fucked by a complete stranger, and the fact that I was destroying an amazingly beautiful ass myself brought me to the end. I told Dina I was going to blow and she turned around and sucked me off. I blew the biggest load of my life down her throat, and she took all I had to offer. This must of set Mike off as he exclaimed" I am going to come too." My wife began to fuck his cock harder with her big juicy ass, and Mike came inside her backside and pulled out dripping his cum all over her. Dina moved over and began to lick the cum from my wife's back, and then moved her tongue down to my wife's ass. My wife began to moan again as Dina dove in tongue first to clean my wife up. 

This drove my wife over the edge and she positioned herself in a 69 position with Dina. My wife was a virgin to licking pussy, so i was very intrigued to watch.  My wife liked around Dina's lips before slowly flicking her tongue back and forth on her clit. This made Dina cum quick, which must have been a trigger because my wife returned the favor. As these two amazing  women began to feast on each other, Mike and I began to stroke ourselves back to hardness. Mike got hard first and began to enter Dina's sopping wet pussy. I was not far behind and entered my wife's cum soaked slit. This position was a little difficult to fuck in without disrupting the flow, but my dick was harder than Plymouth Rock right now, this was a dream come true. My wife had not only fucked another guy, she let me fuck another girl, and all in the same room. Not to mention she instigated so it was all good.

 

After the festivities we said our goodbyes. Mike and Dina asked for our number, but my wife explained this was a one time thing and that she would rather keep it as strangers. Mike and Dina understood and headed off. My wife and I got in our car and headed for home. "Was it everything you had hoped for?" She asked. "Everything and then some I answered. " How about you, did you enjoy yourself" I asked. " It was far better than I thought. Having another man inside me while you watched, and watching you penetrate another women. I never thought I would be okay with it, but it was worth giving in." She said. " I wish I would have given in a long time ago, but I don't think I want to do it again." She added.