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I can honestly say I’m addicted to porn. I usually delete it from my computer with the noblest intentions to never look at it again, only to replace it several days later with new stuff.This time it took about two days before I started venturing into the adult world once again.
I’d found out about a new porn site. The title is what caught my attention.
The site was new. It didn’t have a lot of galleries at the time, but the galleries it had I sat at my desk and somehow my hand found its way into my jeans. I started stroking my tingling cock as I played each video. I closed my eyes and imagined myself as the guy in one of the pictures who was fucking a Latina slut with a fat pussy to kill for. The guy was fucking and sucking her brains out after they’d just met her minutes ago at a park. Why can’t things like that ever happen to me? The guys in porno flicks have all the luck. I’d love to fuck a hot slut that I just met, but stuff like that never happens to me. I forced the thought out of mind and forced myself to think about the videos of Tatiana. Just as I was getting into it, my leg started vibrating. My pager was going off. I work for a plumbing company. I’m on call during work hours, so I spend most of that time doing whatever I want until a call comes in. I swear those people have the worst timing. They always call when I’m deep into something I enjoy, like jacking off, for instance. I called my dispatcher, Susie. She said, “Victor, let me run a name past you: Lydia Newman. Does that name ring a bell?†“No, should it?†I asked. “Yes. She’s a customer that you serviced just a few days ago and she’s already calling back complaining that her pipes won’t stop leaking since you came out there.†My hard-on was dwindling away. I started pulling my jeans back up as I scrolled through my mental rolodex of customers that I’d serviced in the last few days. I remembered Lydia Newman. She was a fox, a few years older than me but sexy as hell and very flirtatious. I said, “Susie, I apologize about the pipes, but they were working fine when I left and she seemed happy. She even gave me a twenty-dollar tip.†“Regardless of that, she still made a re-call, so this time I want you to get it right. Got it?†“Yes, ma’am.†She read off Ms. Newman’s address. I don’t have the best memory in the world, but for some reason, that address didn’t sound right. “Be prompt,†Susie said. “Yes, ma’am,†I replied. “I’ll do that.†She hung up without saying goodbye. I slammed the phone down and called her every curse word I could think of. I checked my watch after I calmed down. I wantedâ€â€no, I needed to finish masturbating, but I didn’t have very much time to get to where I was going so I bookmarked Nasty Napster and disconnected from the Internet. Not only did the address seem different, the drive to Lydia’s house seemed different too. This neighborhood was a lot nicer than what I remembered. This was a more expensive area with great landscaping and houses the size of small apartment buildings. It didn’t look familiar at all. Something just wasn’t right. She even answered the door in a strange wayâ€â€on the first knock. I usually had to wait a minute for the customer to get to the door. But the person who opened the door was indeed the woman who had been flirting with me a couple days earlier. The only difference was she looked a lot better today. Her makeup and hair was done and she was wearing some kind of one-piece, wrap-around skirt that looked like she’d taken it out of an old Japanese movie. It was very colorful and showed an ample amount of cleavage. “Hi, you called?†I said as I struggled to keep my gaze focused on her eyes instead of her breasts. My cock started sliding down my leg. She stepped to the side to let me in. “I think I have a leak under the sink. You could come take a look at it,†she said. She closed the door and locked it. I wasn’t sure if Lydia remembered me, but she showed no signs of recognition. I followed her through the house and complimented her on it just to see her reaction. There was none. She just said thanks and kept leading the way. We arrived at a small bathroom just beyond the stairs. “It’s in there,†she pointed. I took a look in the half-bathroom. There wasn’t any water on the floor, nor a bucket under the faucet to catch leaking water. “Under the sink?†I asked, dumbfounded. I sat on the floor to get a better look, examined every inch of pipe carefully. “I don’t see a leak.†“Well, there’s gotta be because I’m feeling all wet all over,†said Lydia. I looked up. She had that sexy expression from days ago when she was flirting with me and I thought maybe she was doing it again. There was something sexual in the way she said her last statement. “Excuse me?†I chuckled. Her wrap-around was split in the front and I could see glimpses on her bald pussy as she smiled and stepped over my outstretched legs. My cock reacted immediately and started sliding a little farther down my thigh. “Here, I’ll show you,†said Lydia. She kneeled in front of me with her legs spread wide apart. She opened the skirt fully, revealing a pouty cunt with traces of juice between the lips. “Oh, my god!†I blurted. It was obvious what she wanted and I felt the same way, plus I was still very horny from the videos I'd seen. She placed her hand over her snatch. A red fingernail disappeared between the swollen outer lips, and then reappeared as she slowly masturbated in front of me. “It’s wet all over. See?†I slid forward as my cock grew even stiffer. I touched her thigh and then moved my hand towards her pussy. She moved her hand out of the way and spread her thighs a little wider. I touched the tender mound, then started thumbing along the outer lips and let my thumb slip between them. She was right. It was saturated. She was hornier than me, if you can believe that. Her breathing got heavier and her legs started trembling. “Do you think you can fix it?†she moaned. “If I can get my tool out, I’m sure I can do something about it.†It sounded corny, but that’s what they would have said in a porno. She stood, said, “Come with me.†I followed her to the living room. She motioned for me to sit on the couch. She kneeled between my legs, unzipped my pants, and reached inside. “Is this your tool?†she joked, but her mood turned serious as she fondled my cock. She was surprised at how big and thick it was and I wasn’t fully hard yet. She pulled it and started kissing and licking it. She closed her soft lips around the head and slid her tongue from side to side, and then she started going down, down further, and down some more until she’d consumed almost the full length of my shaft. My cock grew to full erection inside her mouth. She pulled it out, kissed it, and resumed slurping the bulky meat stick. “Yeah. Yeah, oh, suck that,†I moaned. I closed my eyes and leaned back and let her have her way with it. The air was filled with the sounds of her lips smacking on my cock. When I opened them I noticed the pictures on the entertainment center. None of them were pictures of Lydia. That’s when it all made sense. This wasn’t her house. She had borrowed a friend’s house to fuck me away from home. But why? I felt a tugging on my pants. I looked down. Lydia had her lips pressed firmly on my cock. Still licking around the head and kissing it, she said, “Let me help you get out of these pants.†Both hands were wrapped around the bottom of my dick. There were tan lines around her left ring finger. She was married. No wonder she didn’t want to fuck at home. I lifted my pelvis off the couch as she pulled my pants to the floor. Now I could open my legs wider and give her better access to my cock. She took my prick whole to the back of her mouth and pulled it out with a loud pop. “Oh, yeah.†“More comfortable?†she asked. “Oh, yeah.†We went on like this for minutes with her deep-throating me, kissing all around my cock, slurping my balls, and stroking pre-cum out of my cock so she could savor its flavor. When she was done, my whole pelvic area was soaked in her saliva and my cock was jumping like crazy. She stood up and turned around. She bent over reaching between her legs for my dick. She started stroking it up and down, keeping it rock hard as I stared at her beautiful ass and the pussy lips that decorated the middle of it. She rubbed the head along the lips. It was hot like an oven, and very tight, yet the head slipped in and out without a problem. Lydia was teasing me, making me want her more by the sight, sound, and feel of my cock head slipping around and about on her wet cunt. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she let it slip inside. It was an easier entry than I’m used to. Lydia’s pussy adjusted quickly to accommodate my girth, which was remarkable considering she was holding her legs pressed close together, which made her hole seem that much tighter. She kept easing back on my hard prick until I felt her ass cheeks touch my hips. My cock was throbbing inside her. I don’t know if she could feel it, but it was driving me nuts with the desire to cum in her pussy. She started moving. It was an in-and-out motion at first, and then she started grinding from side to side, enjoying the pleasurable width of my eager cock. “It’s so good,†I said. “Yeah, ride my cock. Ride it. Ride that pussy on my cock.†She started bouncing and grinding more aggressively. Soon, we were both moaning in ecstasy. “You’re so tight!†I grabbed a handful of ass and aided in bouncing her wet pussy on my hard dick. My balls started tightening and I prepared myself for what I thought would be the best orgasm of my life. But just as I was reaching my peak, she stood up and my cock fell out with loads of shiny pussy juice covering its entire length. Lydia lay on the other couch and opened her legs wide, then parted her sweet pussy lips and waited for me come plug her pink hole. She was gorgeous and so erotic lying there in such a compromising position. She started fingering her clit as I entered her. She kept staring at me like I was a piece of meat and I couldn’t get enough of it. Her pussy felt good with her on her back but I liked it better when she was riding me backwards on the couch. As tight as her cunt was now, it seemed much tighter before. Then I figured out why. “Pull those legs back for me, baby,†I ordered. Both legs went skyward, straightened out, and touched at the ankle. The space in her hole decreased by half and I could feel the walls squeezing firmly against my meat. I started easing in and out of her once more. “Yeah, that’s it.†Lydia’s moaning kept getting louder as she mirrored my movements. Her toes curled up and I knew she must be having an orgasm. “Ooh, yeah,†she whispered through heavy breathing as hot pussy juice spilled all over my hard cock. “Some more…I wanna leak some more,†she moaned. She had no idea how sexy she looked cumming all over my cock right now. I could feel an orgasm growing inside me. I started fucking her snatch harder, my hips smacking her tender ass. “You’re just making me wetter. Yeah, yeah,†she cried out. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby.†“All over my face.†The thought of cumming all over this married slut’s face was all that was needed to bring me over the edge. Cum started welling inside my balls in a tension-filled moment as I continued pounding Lydia’s sweet muff. “I want to taste it,†she said. That was it! Hot Damn! “Come here,†I said. She brought her head around and licked at my shaft as she stroked it. I could feel cum making its way up my rod. My eyes grew wide open so I could take in every erotic second of what was about to happen. Lydia grabbed it with both hands and started stroking harder as white spoo splattered all over her eyes, face, and mouth. Her face twisted into an expression that resembled a lunatic as she eagerly milked me of every drop of cock juice. She gave me a wicked smile and started kissing my sensitive cock head and used it to smear cum all around her lips. She looked up at me. I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just thanked her. “You’re welcome,†she said in that sexy whisper of hers. I told her she could call me anytime, but she was already planning on calling me the next time she needed her “leak†fixed. Copyright 2005 http://www.DramaSex.com">http://refer.ccbill.com/cgi-bin/clicks.cgi?CA=923263-0000&PA=1081791">http://www.DramaSex.com All Rights reserved.
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As she lay there in Jonathan's arms sleeping peacefully, Jonathan looked down at her face his eyes zeroing in on her pouty lips. He wanted to taste those lips again so he leaned over and lightly brushed his tongue across her bottom lip. She shifted her head away and rolled onto her back. Jonathan smiled at the full frontal view he had of her thick, luscious body. Her heavy breasts having shifted towards the sides of her body due to gravity moved up and down with the even rhythm of her breathing. He loved her nipples. They were dark but not too dark and when they hardened in passion they were like little pebbles. Jonathan's gaze traveled down the length of her body. Her stomach wasn't flat and had stretch marks but that didn't stop Jonathan from wanting to run his hand across her stomach
She opened her eyes and smiled at Jonathan enjoying the feel of his hand between her thighs. She wanted to feel him inside of her again but first she wanted to taste him. She rolled Jonathan over and straddled him. She could feel his hard cock throbbing against her still moist pussy. She began to kiss Jonathan on the neck just behind the ear. Jonathan released a gentle sigh. Slowly, taking her time she moved down Jonathan's body kissing and nibbling until she got to the prize that she wanted. She braced her arms on either side of Jonathan as she knelt on the bed between his legs. His cock was fully hard and she knew that it was screaming at her to just kiss it. She leaned over and gently kissed the tip. Jonathan's cock jumped at the touch and she smiled. She rained gentle kisses up and down the shaft of Jonathan's cock enjoying the sounds of pleasure escaping from Jonathan's lips.
She nudged Jonathan's cock into an upright position with her mouth and took him in all the way to the back of her throat. Jonathan groaned excitedly at the swift and smooth way she took him in. He looked down at her head and loved the contrast of her brown skin against his lighter wheat colored skin. He'd been with Black women before but this one was blowing his mind. No, she wasn't the most beautiful woman, but the way she looked up at him as she sucked on his cock made him want to drown in those deep chocolate brown eyes of hers. In Jonathan's mind, she was the cutest, sexiest woman he'd ever had the pleasure of being with. Jonathan braced himself up on his elbows so that he could get a better view of what she was doing to him. She began to play with the spit that had worked up on Jonathan's cock and Jonathan could feel himself about to explode at the sight of the spit trailing from her mouth to his cock. He didn't want it to be over yet, so he stopped her and pulled her up to him. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his back as he sat in the middle of the bed. He kissed her passionately wanting to express to her the only way he knew how, how she had just made him feel.
She began to grind on his cock allowing Jonathan to feel her juices mix with her spit and Jonathan swiftly rolled her over onto her knees. He knelt behind her and looked at her nice, thick ass facing him in the air. She had some junk in the trunk and Jonathan couldn't help but give one of her butt cheeks a light swat. She giggled at his playfulness. Finally, Jonathan reached over the side of the bed to find his pants and rummaged around in his pants pocket and found what he was looking for. He sheathed his rock hard cock with the condom and slowly entered her juicy waiting pussy from behind. Gawd!! She was tight. Her pussy felt as if it had a vice grip on his cock and it was hard for Jonathan not to just lose all sanity and explode right then and there. He didn't want the sensation to end and he wanted her to really enjoy herself. He gently shoved her down onto the bed and lay on her back so that he could whisper in her ear as he gently pumped his cock into her pussy. He whispered how good she felt and how he never wanted to stop. He whispered how incredibly sexy she was to him. He whispered that he would make her feel things she never felt before.
Never having had a man communicate with her during sex, drove her wild. She immediately came and Jonathan couldn't believe how wet she had gotten from just a few words and some well placed strokes. She gripped the sheets and began to buck up against Jonathan wanting to take him in as deep as he could go. Jonathan wasn't ready to cum yet and he knew if he continued to allow her to buck up against him with her tight, wet, and now throbbing pussy, he wouldn't be able to resist. He pulled out and she groaned in dissatisfaction. He smiled down at her and rolled her over. He looked down into her passion filled eyes and knew at that moment that he would make love to this woman whenever and wherever. He was hooked!
He put her legs up on his shoulders marveling at how limber she was to be such a healthy woman. He rubbed his hands down her thick thighs as she reached down, gripped his cock and placed him back inside of her looking into his eyes the whole time. He slipped in easily and she grabbed his ass and silently pleaded for him to continue to give her the pleasure she never knew she could feel. He leaned down on top of her as she raised her legs back and opened herself up wide to him. He sank into the passion and began to thrust his cock into her in long, hard strokes. She scratched his back and demanded he fuck her harder. He complied. She pleaded that he fuck her even harder and faster. Jonathan began pumping his dick into her pussy with everything he had. They were flying as they both exploded simultaneously, violently shaking with the intensity of their orgasms. As they came back down to earth, they looked into each others eyes and smiled a smile to each other that just confirmed their new discreet relationship.
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Cyclist becomes the bike.
Back a while,no fancy kit for every type of sport,oh no,just shorts and a shirt. In my sport,you needed a bike a pair of cycling shoes and some muscle power as well.
You've got it,I rode a bike. I went everywhere on it,including club riding and journeys on my own. This was one such occasion; - I took some actions for long rides,two water bottles,tool kit/puncture kit and I always slid a slick of vaseline along my ass groove for avoiding ass sweat and saddle soreness, then off I went.
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Lightweight in body,about 110lbs. Slim,blond and blue eyed,almost irrelevant to th Now stopped for this reason,I could hear a tractor somewhere in the distance and knowhere to be seen. A short while before two girls obviously local,cycled past going in the other direction. I say local because they had just dresses on and these were riding up their thighs revealing all,right up to their panties. That was enough for my bad boy to demand attention. So having started to feel the coldness of my cock,I was interupted by the sound of this tractor coming now along the metalled road. I thought,good when he's passed,I'll have my wank. But he didn't pass,well not straight away. Swinging in a bit to where the gate was,the farm hand jumped down and with diesel thumping away,went to the large backwheel as he nodded at me with a grin and flipping his fly open pulled out a sizable piece of man meat and started pissing. I'm sure I didn't give any signs of interest,- yes I'd looked at this cock as one might, but no more than that and I'd estimated on reflection,the farmhand was about 34/35ish. His physic was muscular typical of a country manual worker. Now looking back over the gate I was at,his voice was nearer and he said, "fuck I was busting for that. What you up to then,looking for summat to nick?" - I realised he still had his cock out in his hand, - "N-O, I was admiring the view" As I uttered this I could have bit my tongue off. I meant the scenic view,but the connotation could have meant his dick. In an instant,he'd closed in behind me and with a muscular arm down over my shoulder and his calassed hand on my stomach, - "Me too and I like what I see" I trembled with fear and trepidation as his other hand pulled at my waistband in an effort to pull my shorts off my ass cheeks, "Come on don't fight me,a lovely blue eyed blond,I bet I'm not your first" - "FUCK OFF! will you,I'm not into what you're after" - I was totally innocent at this time but he'd already made it clear where he was at. His knob was hard against my now uncovered ass cheek and his fingers were fingering my ass groove. "Bullshit,you've even greased it up in case you find a hard one. Well you have" Twist and wriggle as I might,with his stiffy pressing at my sphincter,there was no way I'd save my virginity from this brutal hardon cock waving country bastard. By now my shorts were off my waist and down by my ankles and his hand much to my surprise was wrapped around my hardon. In my struggling I'd lost sight of the hardon I'd created with a view to having my wank. My sphincter was no match for this country cock as it pushed me open. Surprisingly I expected to find great pain as he opened my ass,but no,after the spongy head had opened me to what felt like an enormous size the shaft pressed ever deeper up me and before I knew it he had my cock in both hands as leverage and started pumping at me with gusto until with ever greater grunts I heard his first gasp against my ear as his first shot of sperm launched itself deep inside my rectum. He was riding me good and it was all up hill as he pressed me against the gate. "Fuck,you're fucking tight" with deminishing shorter thrusts I felt every squirt of his cum as it spewed up inside my asshole. Then he pulled out. Grabbed at the edge of my shirt,using it to wipe his cock off. "Fuck I needed that,see you around kid" With his deminishing hardon placed back in his trousers he climbed back up into the tractor and pissed off. Surprisingly on checking my shirt,it showed signs of wetness,but that was all. I felt my asshole and I could feel spunk dribbling out,so I decided to strain a bit to remove it if I could. It worked,then still with disbelief I started to have my delayed wank,thinking as I did how sensational his cock felt pulsing and thrusting in my ass. I tell you,what ever that cock done I don't know, but I shot off the most astounding amount of sperm,it was at least twice my normal amount of cum,in fact probably three times as much and my orgasm was horrendous. Bye.
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Keith, 37, and Linda, 35, are very liberal people. Both enjoy sex although Keith had bi-sexual fantasies, he would never act on them, but also thought his wife was maybe a little shy and too submissive.
Keith was a fairly attractive man, but his wife was still gorgeous at her age. With her long blond hair, a slender physique, and a 34C chest she was a knockout in the opinion of most that met them.
Keith was dressed ready to go out, waiting for his wife to finish getting ready as always. They had been married for 10 years now, and both had been open about their previous sexual encounters and any fantasies they had.
They both agreed for a threesome but could never agree on who with. They knew a few places in their town centre at night that were busy and generally f
They finally left and arrived at the bar/club. They went in to find a bustling environment, full of people chatting while music played at just the right level to hear it but not to drown out conversations.
They sat at a table and were drinking steadily for just under 2 hours, before each scanned the room for people they wanted to approach with their proposition. After much discussion and occasional arguing they were left sat alone until almost closing time when one of the barmaids came over to offer them one last drink.
With only the barmaid left as company, Keith and Linda decided to sit at the bar talking to her. They found out she was called Tanya, and she lived a little outside of town but was still very friendly and seemed equally as open minded as they were. Tanya was dark haired, a little shorter than Linda but with a slighty bigger chest of a 36D.
They discussed their situation about not finding the right person to join them when Tanya suggested to Linda that she give in and let him have another woman, and that she was free after finishing cleaning and locking up if they were interested.
Keith and Linda talked quielty to each other, agreeing it was a tempting offer, and Keith was more than happy to pay for them all to get a taxi to Tanya's place, he was after all about to get to have sex with two beautiful women.
After sharing a taxi to Tanya's place, they sat in her lounge area while their host brought more wine. They drank another bottle before Tanya asked Linda ot join her in getting into something more comfortable. They left Keith to get his mind racing at the thought of these two ladies stood together in lingerie.
Neither lady watched each other change, but admired each other after they had done so. They called Keith up as they both lay provocativly on the bed. He walked into the room to the best sight of his life, as they both stood and started to strip him down to his boxers.
As well as rubbing him all over, they were rubbing each others breasts and softly squeezing. Seeing them both doing this made Keith start to harden, as both Linda and Tanya looked down and smiled at his cock poking throught the gap in his underwear.
Keith laid his wife on the bed as he slipped off her panties and began to lick at her pussy, nibbling her clit occasionally. Tanya took off Linda's bra and began to play with her nipples, heightening Linda's pleasure as she gasped and sighed.
Tanya removed her own bra before moving around the bed to get in position to gently stroke Keith's member. She removed his boxers and began to wank him slowly. His cock was now fully erect at 7 inches and she licked at the head tasting his pre cum, while he continued to eat his wife's cunt.
After getting his wife to climax he stopped to take full pleasure from his cock now being greedily sucked by Tanya, easily taking all 7 inches into her mouth. Linda watched her man struggling to hold back his own orgasm, until he could no longer take it and shot his hot cum down Tanya's throat.
She pulled away licking her lips and complementing Linda on her husband's cock. She also told the couple that they should know something before they continued. Both looked on puzzled until Tanya explained the easiest way possible. She removed her panties slowly, as she did so her 9 inch cock sprang to life, released from its confines. Both Keith and Linda were shocked, confused, but equally excited.
Acting on one of his old fantasies, Keith moved forward and kissed Tanya softly letting her know it was ok. He moved down her body, kissing her breasts and upon reaching the cock, took its head into his mouth. He had never given a blowjob before but he tried immitating what his wife does and what Tanya had just done for him.
He knew he was doing fine, although struggling to get more than 5 inches into his mouth, when Tanya grabbed the back of his head and gently eased him further onto her cock. Linda lost some of her shyness, due to the amount of booze that had flowed before, and started to kiss Tanya and caress her ample busom.
Unable to take the pleasure Tanya pushed Keith's head even further onto her cock as she exploded into his mouth. He swallowed to arouse his curiosity and found that he didnt hate it. Keith turned to his wife only to see her continuing to kiss and fondle Tanya. He watched as his wife played with her own pussy with one hand while stroking Tanya's penis with the other.
Upon getting hard, Tanya moved Linda onto all fours and pressed her cock at the entrance of her dripping wet cunt. She slid in with ease and built up a steady rythym as Linda enjoyed every second, moaning loudly. Keith moved round to his wife's mouth and positioned his cock infront of her face as she greedily snatched at it and began to suck.
Linda continued to be fucked while sucking her husbands cock for some time before Tanya withdrew and joined Keith in front of Linda. Tanya instructed Linda to stop with her husband lay down on the bed flat and finger fuck herself. As Linda followed the instructions, Tanya and Keith both tugged away at their raging boners.
Within minutes Tanya shot her load onto Linda's face and tits, shooting stream after stream of warm jizz. Seeing such a massive load, Keith couldn't hold his and also coated his wife in his own love juice.
As Tanya helped clean Linda up, she asked her about her submissive-ness and questioned f she ever wanted to be in charge. Linda agreed tha she had thought about it at times but it can sometimes be hard for a woman to be the dominant one without the use of bondage.
Tanya explained she had an idea and to go along with it.
They both re-joined Keith at the bed and resumed kissing and stroking each others naked bodies. Tanya suggested it was Keith's turn to get some action, as his face lit up with joy, thinking it was his turn for his wife's pussy or maybe her back passage, until Tanya reached into a draw and withdrew an 8 inch strap-on. She gave it to Linda and told Keith to get on all fours like his wife had done.
He did as he was told as Tanya began to lube up his asshole. Linda was ready as Tanya finished lubing up Keith and helped Linda guide the strap-on into his tiny wet hole. He let out a cry of pain at first as his wife slid the fake cock into him, but when the pain subsided he got used to it and found he was enjoying the sensation.
Tanya got up and began to stroke her long hard cock again, watching Linda take a more dominant role as she fucked her husband ass. Tanya offered her cock to Keith's mouth and he accepted willingly. His wife was definately enjoying herself as she began talking dirty, getting into her role as th dominant one, calling her husband her bitch and asking him if he liked it.
Tanya got very aroused by Linda's new found dominant attitude and began to erupt as her hot cum shot down Keith's throat for the second time tonight. As he hungrily lapped up any excess cum off her cock, his wife continued pounding his asshole, whilst now reaching round and wanking his cock. It didn't take long for him to shoot his load from the intense pleasure of a hand job and being fucked.
His wife removed the fake cock from his ass and the three of them collapsed into a heap, panting and laughing at the fun they were all having, until finally they slept for hours.
In the morning, Keith woke last to find his wife using the strap-on to fuck Tanya from behind. His cock instantly sprang to life as he thought to himself, here we go again....
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One good thing about having children is that some day they will come to you and ask for the car keys to take the other kids up town to get ice cream. We look at each other and agree. It would give us time for a chance to be alone, even for only a short while.
Since we live right across the street from a large corn field, we take each others’ hands and go in about 10 rows, I pull you close from behind and nuzzle you just behind the ear. As you leaned back and looked up at the stars, I move my way around under your chin leaving a warm wet trail up toward a brief encounter with your lips and cheeks.
As your breathing gets heavier, I can feel your anxiety building as your chest pushes insistently toward mine. Letting my hands roam, I cup the side o
As our bodies are pressed against one another we can both feel the warmth and electricity building. Your hands are roaming all over my back and even dipping lower and lower to the back of my pants trying to get them off.
I can now move my kisses and warm trail down from your neck and chin to your waiting breasts. After running a wet trail to both nipples, I blow a cool breeze across them in order to make them stand up to receive more attention.
Once I have them standing, I spend the next few minutes nursing like a newborn as you cuddle me closer. Regaining the confidence that this is you want, I pull away and make my way south leaving that damp trail with my flickering tongue and following it with my nose.
My hands have been roaming over your back and butt, but now work their way across your hips and to your belt buckle. My wet trail stops at the top of your pants, but my trail continues as I mouth your mound. Grinding my chin, tongue and nose in the V formed by your pants. Nuzzling you into a frenzy, my fingers have been busy working on your buckle, button and zipper. My nose finds the top of your V and moves in and out providing you with exquisite pleasure. Your hands are on the back of my head holding me close and providing me with a rhythm that makes you shutter with your first mini “Oâ€Â.
Your knees are weak, but after only a short pause, you regain the momentum that caused your first shudder. By now, my hands have been kneading and caressing both you butt and breasts. The rhythm starts again, back and forth, back and forth almost using my nose as a mini dildo. Your thrusts get stronger and longer. I can feel you starting to tense up as you quiver around me. Your breathing stops all of a sudden and you start shaking all over. I can feel your knees start buckling and allow you to slump to the ground straddling the bulge in my jeans.
You continue the back and forth motion over my jeans as you ride yourself to orgasm. As you reach your peak, you slump forward feeding me your wonderful breasts. Your knees are spread out like a cheerleader getting the most pressure possible over my manhood still hidden behind my jeans.
Once your breathing returns to normal and your muscles regain control, you start backing away toward my feet leaving a wet trail of your own. When you reach my belt, you make short work opening my pants and letting me loose. My pants seem to have a mind of their own as they start disappearing down my legs and off. I see them landing on an ear of corn like it was a coat hook on the back of a bedroom door.
A light breeze passes over both of us rustling the corn leaves. As their motion increases, you move down and nuzzle close to me. I can feel you getting restless as you start to stroke and caress me. As I start flexing my butt, I graze your cheek with my manhood. A light mmmmm passes your lips as you turn and start your wet trail again. Now it’s my turn to mmmmm as you take me deep in your warm mouth only to bottom out on the roof of your mouth. I am so hard the angle is just not right to go any further. You keep trying to get me deeper, but with each bob of your head, it just isn’t possible. Sitting up a little, I gently motion you to reverse your position and have you straddle my head. By this time, your pants and panties are long gone hanging on another ear of corn beside mine. As you settle into position, you are able to get me deeper and deeper into your throat. Slow and slippery. Up and down. Up and down. Your hips are also moving against my lips and tongue. Give and take, Your mind goes back and forth, not knowing which feels better. I start to tense up and your hips stop moving. That is when my tongue goes into overdrive. I find your clit and attack the little nub as it pops out of its protective hood. Round and round your clit, up and down, back and forth, in and out. Slippery, warm. shudder. I trap your clit between my lips, pulling it into my mouth and flickering my tongue across it at blinding speed. My hips thrust up and you take me all the way down your throat. Every muscle in both our bodies are shaking......... I can tell you are about ready to release and start a low humming that vibrates my whole face. Still having your clit trapped between my lips, WE EXPLODE. Thrashing around on each other, we have to hold each other tight to just keep from falling apart. Each of us GIVING pleasure to the other.
As our contractions get softer and softer we roll to our sides. Each placing one leg behind the other to form a pillow for the other. Small aftershocks continue as we just lay and cuddle each other’s parts. A light breeze gently move the corn stocks around us and we can look up and watch for shooting stars. We have already seen them once, but that was only in our heads. You’re starting to get restless again and start lightly caressing me. As I stir to life, you move up and over me. As you settle over my lap, your juices drip down the inside of your thighs ensuring a well lubricated coupling. I continue to rise to the occasion as you force me inside.
Spreading your knees like the cheerleader again, you start a slow rocking motion back and forth taking as much pleasure as you can get. I reach up and knead your breasts to increase your pleasure. You reach up and grasp my hands and lean back. Your feet move beside my shoulders as you throw your head back looking for the stars again. Our new position allows me to stroke your “G†and on the return, your clit. I pull you up. You pull me up. Back and forth like a mini sea-saw. I can feel more and more pressure building around me as you tense your muscles looking for release. Back and forth, back and forth.
Whoosh, A car goes by on the road. Neither of us were paying any attention to the oncoming traffic. The momentary flash of the headlights cast shadows over the corn rows as they come alive for a split second. In the brief brightness, we both pull up at the same time and hold each other, both staring into each others eyes as our bodies quake and shake from being startled and the pleasure buildup. I can feel your contractions in your pussy as your orgasm overtakes you. Holding you close and bumping my hips occasionally, you finally make it through your contractions. Dark again, we untangle our legs and you end up on all fours.
I just can’t resist mounting you and in one swift drive I am buried. I enter you so fast I hear the breath escape from your lungs in a forceful oomph. I flex my muscles causing me to jump in place deep inside you. Another car goes by and the headlights brighten the field. We both notice the rabbit about 10 feet from us just staring. This gives me an idea and I start a bunny bump motion with you. In-out, In-out, In-out, woooooh. Hold still. I can’t continue like that for long. I slow the rhythm down a little and notice you holding the base of a corn stalk for leverage. One of the low growing ears is hitting your cheek on every driving thrust. As my forceful thrusts continue you manage to tear the husk away with one hand and start working the young ear of corn between your lips each time you come near it. My balls are slapping your clit on every stroke causing you to go into orgasm overload. You are shaking, and shuttering on every contact. I grab your hips and give you a series of extremely deep holding thrusts. As I am buried deep and holding for the outstroke, I can feel you contracting all around me. Waiting for the third wave, I withdraw only to slam back again a moment later for another hold. Three more waves of contractions and I repeat it again. On my back stroke, you manage to look over your shoulder, “FUCK ME LIKE THE RABBIT AGAINâ€Â. I take another hold on your hips, make sure my knees are just right and start the bunny bump again, making sure I bottom out on each stroke and my balls make a very loud splash against your clit. My pace is quick and unrelenting as it sends us both into orgasmic frenzy. The little corn cob is hitting the back of your throat on every thrust as you gasp for air between strokes. I continue my bunny bump even through my own release turning our mixed juices into a frothy mixture as it heads down the inside of your thighs to pool on the cool earth.
We both finally collapse onto our sides ending up in a spoon position just quivering for seems like 10 minutes or more. As another car goes by, we realize it’s time to get dressed and return to our lives.
One thing is for sure, I’ll never pass another corn field or see another ear of corn on my plate without thinking of this evening.
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I was just fourteen well on my way to being a sex maniac, sex was the only thing that occupied my mind. Mrs M lived not far from our house, her husband had been badly injured during the war. I couldn't resist her I even went out of my way to see her every chance I got, to say I had a crush on her was an understatement. One Friday night I was coming home from a friends at about 7:00pm being winter it was pitch black, no street lights at that time. I noticed Mrs M's bedroom light on without even thinking about it I looked hoping to see her. She walked into view and looked out the window, I willed her not to close the curtains. She then reached round behind her I assume she unzipped her dress because she then pushed it down off her shoulders, I could see her bra, my cock sprang to atten
The following week I was there again on the off chance she would be there again at 7:00 pm the lights came on again and there she was again checking the weather outside before taking off her clothes. Again I was in the tree jerking on my cock as I watched up until she turned out the lights. I was addicted in all weather I would be in that tree by 7:00 evry Friday, except for Christmas. Then spring came round and Mr M died, he wasn't that old not even 40, Dad said it was from the wounds he had received. Mum and Dad went to the funeral, I sat on the cemetary wall with a couple of mates and watched my eyes mainly on Mrs M she looked beautifull in black.
The following Friday I was back in my tree the leaves were starting to come through and I was having difficulty seeing into Mrs M's bedroom. When she came to the window I had to move farther out on the branches when she undid her bra this time she ran her fingers over her nipples, some how or other I fell out of the tree. I came too with Mrs M stroking my cheek asking me if I was okay, I was surprised that I hadn't broken anything I'd been bloody lucky. To be truthfull I felt bloody stupid it would be painfully obvious to Mrs M what I was doing in the tree seeing as how my cock was showing through the unfastened zip in my jeans.
'Come inside and lets see if you are okay' Mrs M said.
I nearly sat down again after I stood up, still more than a little dizzy. Mrs M helped me into her kitchen, she then put on the kettle.
'Peter isn't it?' she asked, I nodded.
'Thought I recognised you, I'v seen you in the tree a few times did you enjoy the view'
I was dumbstruck, what the hell could I say, what was there to say I just nodded.
I then noticed that the coat she had been wearing outside was gone and she was in her lovely negligee and I could see straight through it. Well I might have been knocked stupid but my cock was its normal self and seeing as how I hadn't thought of putting it away, Mrs M couldn't fail to see the effect she had on me.
'Tea or coffee Peter' she asked.
'Tea thanks Mrs M', he with his cock sticking out replied.
'Norma, my names Norma, cant have a man who's seen me naked not using my name especially after I've seen his cock'. she laughed.
A lot of my embarresment dissapeared but of course my erection didn't, though not big my cock wwasn't that small. I still couldn't take my eyes off Norma's tits, but I tried manageing to take in her sparkling eye's and warm welcoming red lips. In fact her lips had an attraction as well I wondered what they would feel like on mine. I took a sip of tea to cover my staring or should I say gawping, God I felt such an idiot. I finally remembered my cock and tried to slip it back in my trousers but I was having trouble with a cup in my hand and it being so bloody rock hard.
'That's alright Peter, I'm flattered it's been a long time since I've seen a young man's hard cock close up, though I have seen yours before, did you enjoy looking at me' Norma smiled as she spoke.
'You saw me, before tonight' I was taken aback I thought I was well hidden.
'Probably from the first night in October, I thought it was nice that a young man wanted to look at an old married woman'
Old I doubt she was 38, I had heard Mum saying she had married young just before her hubby had gone overseas.
'I dont think you can be old you look about 25' I said galantly.
'For that you get a kiss', Norma leaned over and planted a long kiss on my lips. Trouble was she was slightly off balance and her hand brushed my cock, I nearly passed out with ecstacy.
Now another problem met me, Norma didn't mover her hand it stayed just touching my cock. I still had a half full cup of tea in my hand what do I do now I thought. After Norma's fingers touched my cock again in fact encircled my cock, I decided to put my cup down, smart huh.
From then on it was like a dream, Norma took my hand and led me upstairs and into the bedroom. She pushed me down on the bed and undid my trousers before pulling them off, "thank God I have clean undies on",passed through my mind as Norma took them off as well. Then Norma undid her negligee and let it drop to the floor before slowly pulling down her panties and letting them fall on top. I was mesmerised, this couldn't be happening, I must still be unconcious under the tree, the thought passed through my mind. I closed my eyes shaking my head just to be sure I wasn't dreaming, but the movement of the mattress under me as Norma climbed onto the bed sure wasn't a dream.
Norma took hold of my hand and guided it to her right breast then her nipple, I felt it harden under my touch. She then guided my hand between her legs where I felt her moisture she made me touch different parts down there so I knew what I was expected to do. At school I was not the quickest but I learnt quickly here. She lay on her back and allowed me to run my mouth and fingers wherever I wanted, encouraging me to spend more time in different spots. Finally she started moaning and moving under my fingers, her voice encouraged me to do it harder and faster until she stiffened emiting a loud scream before suddenley relaxing with a big smile on her face.
'Oh I needed that so much' Norma said leaning over me and kissing me hard on the lips.
I was just getting over that when her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, her hand found my cock and started to slowly stroke it her fingers brushed my balls, I just lay back eyes closed and enjoyed it, then her mouth was no longer on mine a warm moist feeling enveloped my cock. This really got my attention I had a sneaky suspicion that I was about to cum, I think I even said it out loud. If Norma heard she had no intention of stopping what she was doing, when she worked the tip of a finger into my arse it was too much I just let it go. I didn't know I could cum so much I thought it would never stop pumping.
'That tasted lovely I had forgotten how much I liked the taste' Norma said as she licked up the last drops off my stomach, 'my husband couldn't do anything after he was wounded'.
Talk of her husband made me feel uncomfortable, but Norma's continued stroking of my cock soon took it out of my mind. Minutes later I was hard again and ready for anything. This time Norma straddled me holding my cock vertical she inserted into her wet cunt and slowly lowered herself until I was my full length inside her.
'Now I just want you to lie still, no not lie totally still you can play with my tits, but I want you to try not to cum until I'm ready can you do that?'.
 I nodded my agreement to her request not reall trusting myself to speak, from then on Norma was in complete control. She raised herself up and down rocked side to side, used just her internal muscles all in all did whatever she wanted. And all I did was play with her tits and nipples stroked squeezed piched it all seemed to keep Norma happy and I held on. When I felt like shooting my load I thought of some thing else that stopped the sensation, time seemed to stand still finally Norma let me know she was ready.
'I'm cumming Oh God I'm cumming, now, now cum now'.Norma cried.
From then on a lot was unintelligeble, but I got the drift and let go of my control now her movements got really ragged but they had the desired effect and I once again shot a load of cum this time deep inside of Norma. Once again I got a long kiss but now I looked at the clock alongside the bed, Jesus it was 9:30 I was expected home soon. I leapt out of bed letting Norma know I had to dash, thanking her for tonight kissing her, stroking her wet cunt again, feeling her tits, 'oh shit gotta go'.
The last thing I did was promise to be back next Friday and say I wouldn't tell anybody what we did. I kept that promise for three years we got together every Friday night until she had to move away for work reasons. Thanks Norma.
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i was with my youth group at the bomb fire beach. we were a bit away form the water so if some one went to the water no could tell the were there. i was with my friends hanging out kind of deal. there was this cute guy there 16, his name was mark, tall brown hair hot eyes it was his frist time there and not many people were hanging with him. but me and my friends were we wanted him to feel like he could lay back. that kind of deal.
that night i was wearing a light blue halter and my fav jean mini skirt. i put my feet in my in the waterand spashed my feet around.
" what are you doing all the way back at the water."
"holly shit mark what are you trying to do kill me me." i said well tring to grab my bearth.
" well i saw you and thought i see what you were doing out here."
i looked at the ground i felled like i was going to fall. my arm were covered with gosse bumps.
"you look cold, well i don't have a coat so." he put his arms around me. he smelled so good like he had just gotten out of a shower. i was in front of him look out to the beach. then something hit me. it was like a little tap.
" what was that? " i asked. i didn't have any idea what it was.
" umm well it is my dick."he look at me like he didn't know what to do know what to do.
i looked at him. " ca- can i see it. please." i some what begged.
" umm ok but don't tell ok, but also you have to do something for me ok." he look at me.
" yeah i'll do whatever you want." i told him as i moved hair out of my eyes.
" ok, cool" he said.
so i got down on my knees as he pulled down his pants. once his pants were down he pulled down his pants he pulled down his boxer's. " wow it is so big" i said. he laught at me. "well have you ever seen a dick be sor mine" he asked me. i look at the sand, i hadn't seen one befor his's. "ohh it ok. i mean your 13. well you have seen my dick now it is time you pay me back."
" ok what do you want me to do?"
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Spending the summers at grammas sucked until this year. At 16 years old, my hobby was quickly becoming anything girls and sex. I had repeatedly snuck onto my parents computer, and checked out as many xxx sites that I could. My favorites were quickly becoming the free voyeur sites, with pictures and videos of real people fucking and masterbating. I couldn't convince my 16 year old girlfriend to make a video with me, even if her face didn't show. I was, however, determined to make a video that I could submit.
My 2 weeks that I always spent with gramma started innocently. The first couple of days I helped the 68 year old clean her garage, clean her car, and completed lots of yard work. My gramma Peg is not ugly, but a typical looking woman for her age.ÂÂ
I had brought my video camera and playstation for this visit, because gramma didn't have cable or a computer.
"Jeff, make sure you lock the doors when you go to bed", gramma said on my fourth night there. It was nearly 11:00, and I was into a new video game and wide awake.
"Okay gramma, you want me to turn down the game?"
"Oh yes dear, that would be nice, but it shouldn't bother me if you don't".
I left the volume where it was for the next hour, and by midnight became tired. Turning the game off, I heard a gurgled grunting noise coming from upstairs. Fearing gramma was having a medical problem, I ran 2 steps at a time to get to her room. I skidded to a stop a foot from her door at what I saw. There was a guy not much older than me kneeling at the foot of grammas bed. Gramma was naked and had her ass at the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide. The kid was licking grammas pussy while he was thrusting four fingers into her hairy wet cunt.
"Ohhhhh God Jerrrrrrrry!" gramma said in a low gargly voice.
I ran to get my camera. I sat across the hall with a great view of the action. I finally realized that the young stud was grammas grocery delivery guy Jerry. Jerry is 22 years old with what appears to be a 10 inch cock.
"We have to be quiet, my grandson's here", gramma said as she scooted up and rolled over on her stomach.
"Fuck me Jerry!!!! Peg needs your cock deep in my ass".
At that Jerry took his enormous hard on and shoved it in one thrust into grammas relaxed and well stretched ass hole.ÂÂ
"Ohhhhh Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttt, I'm gonnnnnnnnna cummmmmm", was silently exclaimed while gramma clutched the bed spread and slammed her ass hard into Jerry with each of his thrusts. Jerry's ass clenched as he shot his first load into my grammas hole. Both of their orgasms seemed to last a long time as gramma would continue to push herself back on Jerry's shaft, not allowing him to move from behind her.
"Daaaaaamn Peg, I can't stay like this forever", was all Jerry could get out as his body gave way and he fell onto my collapsing grammas back.
I quickly got up and ran to my room. I checked the video I had taken, and watched it over and over during my stay, stroking my cock each time I watched. As soon as I was able, I knew what I would do with the tape, and what I want to do with gramma!ÂÂ
That is a story for another time.
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The next morning I saw Susie coming across the street. This time she just walked right in and came to face me. I started to say Hi but she stopped me.
“ Don’t say a word pervert. You just do what I say and remember all I have to do is report you and your life i I just looked down at her and nodded. She said, “Now drop your pants and sit down”. I did as ordered by this little 13-year-old mistress. She walked over to where I was sitting and took my cock in her hands. I immediately started growing at her touch. She started stroking my cock slowly but with a firm grip. I got hard and was oozing pre-cum when I leaned back and closed my eyes. She reached up and slapped me and said, “Open your eyes and look at me. You’re going to watch every stroke”. She started stroking faster and faster. Her tiny hands were a blur as I felt the pressure building in my balls. I was so close when she stopped. She said, “Oh no, not yet”. She told me to lay on the floor on my back. I did as she commanded then watched wide eyed as she stripped off her pants and panties. She had the most beautiful tiny hairless cunt I had ever seen. She stood over me straddling my head with one foot on either side while I just stared up at her little pussy. Just then she let go a stream of piss right in my face. It hit me in the mouth before I could close it and close my eyes as she pissed on me. My cock was ready to explode on its own. She turned around to show me the most perfect round ass I have ever seen. It was flawless. She squatted down over my face putting that perfect ass right on my mouth. She ordered me to lick her ass hole. I guess she didn’t realize I didn’t need any encouragement as I stuck my tongue out to taste her wonderful ass hole. I started licking and sucking for all I was worth. I felt her start grinding her ass down on my mouth and heard her moan quietly. I started to reach up to her tits when she smacked my cock really hard. She told me not to move just keep licking her ass. My cock was standing up rock hard and ready to explode.. She started moving her hips more and moaning. She was getting close to coming. Then she really pushed her ass down on my face and started yelling, “Oh my god I’m going to cum. Eat my ass pervert, eat it all up.”. Then she stiffened and actually had a great squirting orgasm. Her cum shot across my stomach and hit my cock. When I felt that that was enough. My cock shot off with the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. The first shot must have gone 6 feet straight up, followed by at least a dozen weaker shots. I was exhausted and totally spent. She just sat there on my face catching her breath. When she finally got up she started putting her pants on but handed me her little panties. She said, “This is your reward for doing a great job”. With that she smiled and said, “See you tomorrow”. As she left I couldn’t help thinking, I’m being dominated and controlled by a beautiful 13-year-old girl that just gave me the most incredible orgasm of my life. I couldn’t help but smile and wonder what “punishment” I would receive tomorrow. Part 3 coming soon
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I’m being held hostage, but not against my will. I know that sounds funny and maybe I should start at the beginning.
Not trying to sound obnoxious or self-absorbed, I’m drop dead gorgeous. I’m not bragging, it’s a fact. I am of Spanish and Italian decent. I’m 5’5” tall with straight, shiny, black hair, almost to my waist. My skin is a light olive color, my eyes almond shaped and a deep emerald green. My facial features all compliment each other to perfection. I have 36DD breasts on a small frame that measures about 24” at the waist.
You would think that a girl that looked like me would have the world by the balls but that was not the case. I quit college after two years because I was bored and felt I could catch
I had very little social life, and when I got horny I would hang out in the bars of fine downtown hotels hoping to meet a successful business man, or at least have a one-nighter with one.
About a year ago, I was working late and decided to hit a bar and see if I could get lucky. I hadn’t been laid in almost two months and I was hornier than hell. I left the office a little after 8pm. It was late September and already getting dark. I got into my Honda Accord and cruised a few blocks to the Four Seasons. I found a place in the lot just a short walk from the hotel and shut off the car. I was checking my make-up in the mirror when a conversion van parked in the space next to mine. It was white with gold pinstripes and the windows were darkly tinted making it impossible to see inside. It was almost full dark now and nobody exited the van, making me nervous. I slid over to the passenger side and exited through the passenger door so my car was between me and the van. (Better safe than sorry) I looked at the van and detected no movement. I spun on my heels and half walked - half ran to the hotel.
I made my way to the bar and, damn the luck, it was almost totally void of customers. The only patrons in the place were two old codger business types who barely took the time to ogle. I sat at the bar and ordered a screwdriver. I told myself to take it easy as it looked like I would be driving home tonight. Maybe one more after this and then get something to eat. I hadn’t eaten since noon and I was famished.
I asked the bartender to turn on the news channel and removed my jacket and hung it on the back of my chair. About half way through my drink I noticed out of the corner of my eye that somebody else had entered the bar and was standing one seat away from me. He ordered a scotch on the rocks and told the bartender he would like to buy the young lady a drink if she would accept.
I heard him order and thought he might be drunk as his speech sounded slurred. The bartender stood in front of me and conveyed the man’s desire to buy me a drink. I accepted. When the bartender set my fresh drink before me I spun my stool around to thank my benefactor.
I drew in a sharp breath as I raised my glass to the stranger and our eyes met. He was a big man, about 6’4” tall with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. He was nicely dressed but he was hideous looking. His head was badly misshapen and bald reminding me of that character Shrek. His face was scarred on the right side causing the corner of his mouth to droop on that side. His right nostril was almost completely shut and his right eye was red and watery looking.
I was able to maintain my composure as I thanked him for the drink and then turned away from him to watch the news. After about ten minutes, I heard the stranger ask for another drink and offer to buy another one for me. I was only halfway done with my present drink and didn’t want to feel obligated to converse with this hideous creature, so I spun on my stool and told him I had to go after this one, holding up my half finished drink to show him I wasn’t ready for one anyway. I then excused myself and headed for the restroom area.
When I got into the ladies room I laughed quietly out loud. Imagine me and Shrek out there hooking up, I snickered to myself. What a Beauty and the Beast story that would make. I was warming to the liquor and didn’t really want to leave, but there was no way I was going to spend the evening talking to that ogre. I would drive closer to home and have a couple more drinks nearer to my apartment. I checked my make-up in the mirror and ran a brush through my hair. Perfect, I smiled to myself and exited the ladies room.
I went back to the bar and hurriedly finished my drink. I shrugged into my jacket, nodded to the stranger, and offered another mumbled thanks before exiting the bar. As I made my way through the hotel lobby my head started to swim. I must have drank that second drink too fast I thought to myself, remembering that I hadn’t eaten since noon. I exited the hotel and made my way through the parking lot to my car. My head was swimming and my eyes were having a hard time focusing. I reached my car and fumbled in my purse for my keys. Damn, you should have had them in your hand already, I admonished myself. I found my keys but couldn’t seem to get one into the lock. I dropped them and bent over to pick them up. Suddenly the world went black and I could feel myself falling backwards. The last memory I had was a pair of hands catching me before I hit the pavement.
I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came to I was lying on my back and we were moving. I waited for my head to clear and realized I couldn’t move my arms. I raised my head and noticed a thick leather belt around my midsection, my hands manacled to it at my sides. My legs were spread eagle and fastened to the sides of the van, a piece of duct tape over my mouth. Unable to move, I tried to scream. All that came out was a high pitched hum behind the tape. I heard a voice from the drivers seat say rather casually, “Relax, we still have a way to go.” The voice sounded slurred and recognition came to me in a rush. I had been kidnapped by Shrek. I struggled against my bonds but it was no use. I couldn’t move any of my extremities more than an inch or so. I tried to see out the windows but saw nothing. No trees, no buildings, nothing. I couldn’t even tell if it was night or day because of the tinted windows. Again my memory came rushing back. The van in the hotel parking lot!
I lay there asking myself why. Did somebody pay to have me kidnapped. Not too many people liked me, but would anybody go this far? Was it random? My stomach growled from hunger and my throat felt dry. How long has it been since I left the bar? I dozed off again. I don’t know how long I slept but I woke up when I felt the van stop. I heard a creaking noise outside and tried to scream again. Another high pitched hum. The van began moving again and then stopped about a minute later. I heard the driver get out and then the back doors opened. Sun poured in and I squinted my eyes. Daylight!! How far had we driven and where the hell was I?
He freed my ankles, then grabbed them and dragged me out of the van until my ass was at the tailgate. He grabbed my shoulders and sat me upright. I was right. It was Shrek. “Welcome home,” he said with a lopsided smile.
We were in a garage with the overhead door wide open. There was a beautiful home about a half a mile away surrounded by a well manicured lawn. The house seemed to be perfectly centered on the lawn. The property was surrounded by a wall which was surrounded by woods on all sides. I saw animals in the distance running about the property. At first I thought they were horses but then realized they were dogs. Dobermans! About a dozen that I could count. It all seemed so peaceful.
I was pulled from my reverie by his slurred voice. “My name is John,” the Shrek thing said, stepping in front of me. “I’m going to take the tape off of your mouth in a second. If you scream, no one will hear you, and your reward will be a new piece of tape. Do you like the taste of duct tape?” he asked.
I shook my head no.
“Good, let’s see how well you listen.” He grabbed a corner of the tape and ripped it off.
I felt a terrible sting as the tape was ripped from my mouth. “”You lousy son-of-a…“ WHACK, the side of my face went numb and my head rocked backwards.
“You’re in no position to get ugly young lady, you will learn manners and obedience. What’s your name?”
“Gina” I spat out, tears running down my cheeks.
“Very good Gina. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He helped me to my feet and led me to a work bench in the garage. “Do I need to manacle your feet Gina or are you feeling cooperative?”
“I’ll cooperate,” I replied, not seeing any other option. He opened a drawer in the workbench and pulled out a very sharp looking knife with a six inch blade. I froze, tears running down my cheeks. I begged him not to kill me.
“I’m not a killer Gina,” he said cordially. “Now stand real still so there isn’t an accident. He bent over and I felt the blade of the knife against my skin as he shoved it under my pant leg at the ankle. I closed my eyes and heard a soft tearing sound as he slit my pants from ankle to hip. He went to the other side and did the same. My pants fell to the ground leaving me in the red silk panties I had worn in hopes of getting lucky the night before. I felt a blush rising on my skin but he didn’t seem to notice. Two quick flicks of the knife blade and my panties joined my pants on the floor. He pulled my blouse out from under the thick leather belt and unbuttoned it. A couple more cuts with the knife and my blouse floated to the floor behind me, joining my pants and panties. He finally cut my bra straps and pulled it from my chest. My tits sprang forward in all their glory.
He stepped back, my bra still in one hand, the knife in the other. He looked me up and down and whistled. “You are probably the finest young woman I’ve ever seen outside of magazine.” he said admiringly. He dropped the bra and took one of my breasts in the palm of his hand, hefting it as if trying to guess it’s weight. He circled around behind me and gave me a gentle shove between the shoulder blades forcing me to bend forward. In spite of all that had happened, my body was betraying me as I felt a drop of my own pussy juice running down my leg. His hands were probing my ass cheeks and then I felt one of his long thick fingers push easily into my sopping wet vagina. He moved his finger out and in a few times and my body quaked with an explosive orgasm. My knees buckled and I felt his hands go to my hips, holding me up.
“Why are you doing this and what do you want with me? I asked, my voice quivering.
“I like to make love to beautiful women,” he replied. “Unfortunately, beautiful woman no longer want to make love to me because of this,” he said, pointing to his face. “Ironically, it was a beautiful woman who supposedly loved me that caused my disfigurement. She’s rotting in prison for the next forty years but that doesn’t give me my looks back. I have taken you as my bride.”
“You mean your sex slave.” I interrupted.
“You can call yourself my wife, my sex slave, or my hostage. I don’t care. I am going to remove the belt now and release your arms. It is useless to try and get away, though I don’t doubt you’ll try it at least once.”
He undid the leather belt from behind and my arms fell forward under the weight. He pulled a key from his pocket and undid my wrists one at a time using his knee to support the weight of the belt. When I was freed I rubbed my wrist to get the circulation going. He opened a small refrigerator that was sitting on the workbench and handed me a Snickers bar and a can of Diet Pepsi. “This should hold you until we can get some food into you. I hungrily gobbled the candy bar and drank the Diet Pepsi down in huge gulps. When I finished he put his huge hand on the back of my neck and said simply, “C’mon.”
We walked out of the garage and he turned to shut the overhead door. Seizing the opportunity, I made a beeline for the house screaming at the top of my lungs. I was hoping somebody would be there to save me from this maniac. John let out a shrill whistle and I was immediately surrounded by a dozen growling Doberman’s. One nipped at my thigh puncturing the skin. I fell to the ground and curled up in a naked ball expecting to be torn to shreds. When I opened my eyes, to my amazement, the dogs were sitting quietly in a circle surrounding me.
John came forward laughing. He walked through the circle of Dobermans and picked me up by the waist as if I weighed no more than a rag doll. “Rule number one Gina. When I’m on the property I need only whistle and these dogs will bring anything to bay, man or critter. If you freeze or drop to the ground, they will simply surround you and wait for my command. If you had continued to run, they would have brought you down. And Gina, just so you know, if you’re outside the perimeter of the house when I’m not around, they will tear you to pieces.”
“Now let’s get to the house. By the way Gina, you were running in the right direction. That house is mine, and yours too now. You are welcome to enjoy all the amenities and live the life of Riley or you can fight it and be miserable. It’s your choice.”
“My thighs bleeding,” I said, holding up my leg for him to see.
“That must’ve been Buster,” John said nonchalantly. “He gets a little overzealous. Let’s get to the house and Paula can take a look at it."
So we continued on to the house. John leading, me in all my glorious nakedness, following.
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Whores and Pimps - Part I
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Michele Nylons
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Malcolm was a middle manager in a small business in a large city. Malcolm led a pretty boring life; he in his forties, single, devoted to his work, he liked to keep himself fit, all of his family lived interstate except for his older sister who lived nearby, and he led a quiet social life. Malcolm had a few girlfriends over the years but never anything serious; he kept himself to himself and rarely socialised outside of a small circle of colleagues and close friends he had cultivated over the years. Malcolm was boring really; but he one closely guarded secret. Malcolm was a crossdresser.
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Once or twice a week Malcolm liked to lock all the doors of his modest two-bedroom suburban home, close all of the blinds, take the phone off the hook, and dress like a woman. It had started as nothing really serious; as a child he had liked to play with his older sister’s panties and nylons; he loved the feel of the garments against his skin and occasionally he would wear his sister’s underwear for an hour or two and then carefully place it back in the laundry basket. His fetish continued into his teens and when he finally left home and got a place of his own be bought his own panties, stockings and pantyhose and would spend the odd evening dressed in the silky articles.
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Malcolm enjoyed his fetish alone and never talked about it to anyone, not even to whoever his current girlfriend might be at the time. Every now and again he was successful in talking a girlfriend into wearing stockings or pantyhose during sex and he loved the sensation of fucking her as she wrapped her nylon encased legs around his body; but it was not the same as wearing them himself. After a few years he also added petticoats, slips, suspender belts and other lingerie to his collection. Then the internet explosion happened.
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Like most men Malcolm went searching for pornography on the net and concentrated on searching for sites which contained lingerie and hosiery fetish. Then one day he typed “men in pantyhose†into his web-browser and as he explored the matches to his search he came across a few sites dedicated to crossdressing. He followed the links further and further into the cyber-world of crossdressing and he was fascinated by it. He saw so many pictures of guys dressed not only in lingerie but fully dressed as women; wearing women’s clothes, shoes, wigs and makeup. He became hooked.
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Eventually he summoned up enough courage to acquire some clothes, makeup, shoes and a couple of wigs. He would buy the items whilst he was away on business; never in his home town; he was terrified of being caught. And so Malcolm went on year after year, dressing up once or twice a week, home alone and surfing the net where he entered chatrooms to chat on line with other closet crossdressers about all sorts of TG issues. He soon discovered that the world of the Transgendered was often confusing and mostly secretive. A few of the girls he chatted with on line were Transsexuals and wanted to live their lives as women. Some Crossdressers dressed so well that they could pass as women but were not at all interested in becoming women; they just loved to dress as women and sometimes they got together. They called themselves Transvestites and some of them met up to share their experiences or just to be in each other’s company; some of them belonged to an organisation called the Seahorse Club. Other Transvestites met up to have sex with each other or with men. He discovered that the men who liked to have sex with Transvestites were called Admirers and they trolled the chatrooms and websites looking to arrange meetings. But most of his online friends were like him; for reasons many and varied, all they wanted to do, or most often all they could do, was to dress up at home and enjoy what they could of their fetish, alone or in the cold world of cyberspace.  A lot of them were married men who kept their crossdressing activities secret or ‘in the closet’ as the colloquial term was known.ÂÂ
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Yes it was a very exciting but confusing world out there in TG land and up until now Malcolm was content with his lot; he never dreamed of going out dressed as a woman and even though he sometimes fantasised about meeting other Crossdressers or Admirers he was too scared to do so. Malcolm was just too terrified of being caught; he was horrified of what the consequences might be if his colleagues and friends; or even worse his if his family found out about his secret. A couple of times he had summoned up the courage to wear pantyhose and panties to work under his male attire and even though it had thrilled him he had one bad incident which had scared him from ever doing that ever again.
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Malcolm got on with everybody, especially everyone at work; he was friendly, cheerful, a good listener and worked hard. But there was one person there who just didn’t like him. The guy’s name was Eddie and he was the office jerk. If there was an office prank or someone was the butt of a practical joke, then you could pretty much guarantee that Eddie was behind it. He was annoying, but harmless enough and very productive; the bosses liked Eddie and turned a blind eye to his misgivings because he earned well for the company. In fact the only other manager whose department earned more than Eddie’s was Malcolm’s; maybe that’s why Eddie was particularly vindictive to Malcolm with his petty practical jokes. Malcolm mostly ignored Eddie’s jokes and snide comments but one day he let his guard down and paid a hefty price.
One day Malcolm had gone to work one day wearing black sheer to the waist pantyhose and pink nylon panties under his business suit and was enjoying the thrill of being dressed that way secretly in public. On the rare occasions he went to work wearing pantyhose and panties he was very careful to make sure that his secret was safe; if he had to go to the toilet he would use the cubicles that had full length doors and when seated at his desk he checked every few minutes to ensure that his shirt remained tucked in, in the unlikely event that the waistband of his pantyhose or panties might show. This day he had to go pee and went to the men’s room and locked himself in the end stall, contented that he could lower his trousers and do his business without being caught dressed in panties and hose. He hung his suit coat on the hook on the back of the cubicle door, lowered his pants and sat on the toilet seat with his panties and pantyhose bunched around his ankles. What he didn’t know was that Eddie had followed Malcolm into the toilet to play a prank on him. Malcolm never found out what the prank was; all he ever knew was that it somehow involved Eddie standing on the toilet in the stall next to his and looking over into Malcolm’s stall; maybe Eddie was going to throw a glass of water over  him or something equally inane.ÂÂ
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What did happen was that Malcolm heard snickering and looked up to see Eddies grinning face peering over the adjacent stall. Malcolm was horrified and just looked up slack jawed. Eddie just said,
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 “Nice underwear sweet-cheeks,†and his face disappeared from view.
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Malcolm spent the rest of the day, then the week, and then month in agony waiting for Eddie to torment him and ridicule him in front of his colleagues; he thought up ridiculous excuses as to why he might be dressed that way but the best he could come up with was that it was a bet; but with who? As it turned out Eddie never said anything to anyone else; he just occasionally sidled up to Malcolm and whispered,
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“Are you wearing them today?†winked and walked away.
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Eventually Malcolm decided that Eddie was too scared to bring up what had happened because he would have to explain his own actions; spying on a man doing his business in a toilet stall. Malcolm figured Eddie was content to just torment him occasionally with the question as to wether he was wearing female underwear to work. Malcolm never wore female underwear to work after that; he remained content to just play dress-up at home. Until one day………………
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Every year on the anniversary of firm’s founding, the bosses paid out for a big party; it had become a tradition. The party was fancy dress and it was held on the evening of the last working day before the Christmas break. Over the years it had become customary for the party to have a theme; and the theme had a twist. The twist was that whatever the theme was, the women dressed in the male or dominant role and the men dressed in the feminine or submissive role. One year it was ‘cops and robbers’; where the women came along dressed as policemen or prison warders and the men arrived dressed as criminals or prisoners (lots of horizontal striped shirts and black masks that year; like the Beagle Boys in the Scrooge McDuck comics).
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One year had been ‘toffs and paupers’; lots of the women dressed in top hats and tails and the men dressed in the rags similar to the scallywags in Oliver Twist. There had been ‘cowboys and Indians’ (girl cowboys, boy Indians); ‘heroes and villains’ (girl heroes, boy villains); and last year, the best yet, had been ‘knights and damsels’ with the girls dressed as knights, valets and lords of the realm, and the men dressed as medieval princesses and ladies of the court. Everyone had a big laugh at that one, especially the men who had really got into the spirit of the thing with lots of them dressed up in drag in crinolines and ball gowns. It was a big laugh for everyone. Malcolm was tempted to dress up in his favourite lingerie, a ball gown, wig and makeup; but in the end had chickened out and came dressed as a court jester.
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This year it was Malcolm’s turn to choose the theme because he had been voted the worst dressed at last year’s party. The judging panel had decided that his court jester’s outfit was a copout on the theme and, as per tradition, the person voted worst dressed had to choose the theme for the following year. It was considered a task not to be taken lightly; the more outrageous the theme the more acclaim it received; and the person who chose an interesting and outrageous theme became the most popular man in the company; for at least a few months anyway. Malcolm had wrestled with the decision as to what the theme for this year’s party should be. Malcolm being Malcolm, everyone expected something boring like ‘spacemen and aliens’ or some other safe subject matter, but they were all surprised and delighted when in late November Malcolm posted the theme for this year’s party on noticeboard. It was ‘Whores and Pimps’.
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Of course Malcolm had his own secret agenda; for years now he had wanted to go out in public dressed as a woman. Not like last year, dressed in a costume, but dressed in real women’s clothing, fully made up and feminised. This was his big chance, and of course the more effort he made to be feminine the more he could justify it; after all, as the party’s organiser it was expected that he would endeavour to dress up as realistic as possible in keeping with the spirit of the theme. The only concern he had was when he received an email from an anonymous address that simply said; ‘I might have guessed’, Malcolm was sure that Eddie had sent him the email but after a few days he pretty much forgotten about it.
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Malcolm agonised for weeks as to how he could get away with dressing up as realistically as possible and to have a valid excuse as to why he looked so good dressed as a woman. Last year the men who had dressed as ‘damsels’ had looked pretty ordinary; sure they had hired great costumes, crinoline ball gowns, tiaras, ladies slippers and so forth; but most of them had five o’clock shadow and their makeup was garish and clown-like, their wigs cheap and knotted poor facsimiles.  Then he had a brainwave; he would get his sister to dress him and make him up! He could answer any questions as to why he looked so good dressed as a woman truthfully; “My sister dressed me and made me up,†and if anyone asked her, she would verify his claim. She would be his unwilling alibi.
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Malcolm hit the chat rooms in the days leading up to the big party and all his online friends encouraged him and offered advice; everything from “Don’t do it!†to “Go for it honey; stay out all night and pick up a nice man!â€Â Malcolm was a little perturbed about that last remark because sometimes, when he home alone dressed as a woman, he fantasised about what it would be like to be with a man whilst he was feminised. He also hit lots of Transvestite web sites like TVChix, KTM, Crossdress World and so forth looking at pictures of Transvestites he admired to find the right ‘look’ for the party. He wanted to look slutty but not trashy; sort of up market streetwalker. He found a lot of girls in the
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Malcolm finally made up his mind as to how he wanted to look for the party; and then he had a dilemma that he hadn’t thought of before; one of his online girlfriends had asked him what fem name he was going to use. When he was online he just used the handle ‘loves-to-dress’ and because he had only ever dressed alone he and had never talked to anyone in the real world about his transvestism, there had never been a reason to have a fem name. It would be easy to think up some trashy name to use at the party; everyone wore nametags at the party and they were usually the same absurd double entendres you heard on bad British comedies. Names such as: ‘Sir Shagsalot,’ ‘Baron Ivor Bigun’ and ‘Princess Swallows’ had been some of the more ridiculous names used by partygoers last year. He wanted a name that he could use at the party and that he could keep forever as his own secret name for when he crossdressed. He thought about it for a few days and finally decided on a name.
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He wanted a first name close to his male first name, but not so close that it was obvious; and his crossdressing had originally started out as a fetish for panties and hosiery; so the name came to him in an inspiration. He played with the name Melanie for a while but decided that it was too close to his real male name. He settled on Michele; Michele with one L, because it was a little bit different. Malcolm decided his fem name would be Michele Nylons.
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By the time the day of the party arrived Malcolm had made all of the many arrangements required of him as the organiser. The venue was the small function room of one of the cheaper city hotels, the catering, drinks and entertainment were part of the venue’s package; the firm paid for the party but they didn’t lend themselves to extravagance; after all the party was just really an excuse to dress up stupidly, get drunk and let off steam. Also the firm’s thirty or so employees preferred the venue to be at one of the cheaper hotels because, as most of them and their partners got drunk at the party, they usually rented hotel rooms at the venue.
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The previous weekend Malcolm had called his sister on Friday evening and explained to her about the party and his need to dress up as a whore for the theme; he then went on to clarify why he needed to look as realistic as possible because he was the host and organiser it was expected oh him, and begged her for her help. He went on to say that he had some ideas as to how he wanted to look and that he had even got hold of some pictures off the internet to help him decide how he should look. As he had no idea how to dress like a woman she would have to help him. She eagerly agreed and was pleased that the normally quiet, reserved Malcolm was coming out of his shell for this event. She told him to bring along the pictures on Saturday morning and they would go shopping for everything they needed so that Malcolm would look as whore-like as possible; it would be fun!
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When Saturday arrived Malcolm met his sister Angie in the city outside of a large department store. He had already figured out that he needed to behave naive when it came to world of women’s clothing and makeup; but he was determined to ensure he got exactly the look he wanted; he would have to be cunning that’s all.
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“Hi Angie,†he said, and kissed her cheek when she arrived outside of Myer; one of the better stores in town.
“Hi Malcolm,†she responded.
“Let’s get you feminised then, you hussy,†she laughed, and Malcolm blushed; ‘If only she knew the truth,’ he thought.
“Come on; lingerie first,†she said enthusiastically and took his hand and led him into the store.
They made their way to the lingerie section of the store and started looking around.
“When you say you have to look as realistic as possible does that mean underwear too?†she asked.
“We can get away with some cheap foundation garments if you like; we can squeeze you into a cheap bra and you can just wear your own underwear under women’s clothing if you like?†she added.
Malcolm was horrified at the prospect.
“No; definitely not!†he enthused, “If we are going to make me look like a hooker, then lets go all the way; I want to win best dressed and who knows how good some of the other guys will look; it can be quite competitive you know and it might come down to who is wearing the best knickers!†he laughed, hoping he hadn’t gone to far and given his real motive away.
“Alright then; lets turn you into a complete slut,†Angie giggled, “This is going to be fun!â€Â
“My boring, unadventurous, brother is really getting into the swing of things. It’s about time!†she added.
Angie led Malcolm to the brassiere section of the lingerie department and he pleaded ignorance as she expounded the various virtues of the different types of brassieres. They eventually settled on red satin full cup, size 14C.
“Red is definitely a whore’s colour,†she chuckled “and your panties should match; they usually have a matching panty for the better quality brassiere you know?â€Â
“Do they really?†Malcolm responded feigning ignorance of such things.
“Here they are!†she quipped, delighted at having found the matching item on the rack of panties below the bras.
“Now I reckon any whore would love these,†she laughed, “here; what do you think?†she asked holding a pair of red satin bikini panties up for him to see.
“How the fuck would I know Angie? And do you have to hold the fucking things up for everyone to see they’re for me?†he pretended to be angry.
“Oh don’t be silly Malcolm; if anyone asks we just tell them the truth. Besides you will have to try on some of the clothes anyway, at the moment I’m just guessing your sizes,†she responded.
“You mean women have different sizes to men?†he quizzed. Malcolm knew exactly what size he was in women’s clothes and shoes but he couldn’t let on.
“Of course; at the moment I’m guessing your about a 14; a larger size for a woman even though you take a medium size in men’s clothing.â€Â
“Ok,†Malcolm tried to sound befuddled but she had nailed his size in one guess.
“Now if you want to look like a real whore then we had better get you some stockings; we can get stay-ups or we can get the type that require garters or a suspender belt; what do you think?â€Â
“Definitely suspender belt!â€Â Malcolm responded a little to eagerly.
Angie looked quizzically at her brother and he reddened.
“Angie; I’m a man so I have seen plenty of pictures of scantily clad women in my time and the sexy ones always wear suspenders and stockings,†he responded.
“Suspenders and stockings it is then,†she laughed.
“Oh I just love this one; and it matches the panties and bra,†she said, reaching for, and then holding up a red lace garter belt with six long red suspender straps hanging from it.
They wondered over to the hosiery section and began to browse. Angie rummaged around and eventually held out a package to Malcolm. ‘Sheer Fully-Fashioned Seamed Stockings by Kaiser†the label said. A little clear window in the package displayed that the stocking were black.
“Perfect,†Angie said. “Whores always wear black stockings.â€Â
“Mmmm,†she mused, “Show me your legs.â€Â
“What?†Malcolm responded caught unaware by the request.
“Show me your legs stupid,†she repeated and reached down and pulled up one leg of Malcolm’s pants up to his knee.
“Just as I thought; hairy! That will never do! Even though these stockings are black your hairy legs will show through; we’ll have to get you some pantyhose to wear under them,†she went on; dismissing Malcolm and rummaging again amongst the many packages of hosiery on the shelves.
“Just the thing!†She sounded delighted and flung another package at Malcolm.
This time the label said ‘Kolotex Sheer To The Waist High Sheen Pantyhose.’ ‘Colour – Taupe’.
“Jeeze, I didn’t realise it was so hard being a woman?†Malcolm laughed; again pretending ignorance but secretly pleased at all of the selections Angie had made so far.
“Ok buster; now comes the hard part; skirt and blouse.†Angie went on and led Malcolm further into the store.
“Didn’t you say you had some pictures?†Angie asked.
“Well I got these off the net,†Malcolm said. “Apparently the women in the photos are really men; Transvestites I think they are called. They look realistic to me though.â€Â
“Malcolm; you are the dark horse; I never dreamed you would know about such things!†Angie looked shocked as Malcolm handed her the pictures.
“Well I never did know anything about this until I had to organise this fucking theme party!†Malcolm pretended to be angry again.
“I just entered a few keywords into my browser and these are some of the pictures that it came up with. And I’ll tell you what; some of the other pictures were actually pornographic. Do you know there are some sickos out there that actually LIKE dressing as women?†he went on.
“Malcolm you have led a sheltered life haven’t you,†Angie answered but she was now too busy looking at skirts to carry the conversation on any further.
Angie looked at the pictures and looked at some skirts on a rack. She poked around for a while selecting items and then putting them back. Finally,
“Yes; this is it!†she squealed.
Angie held out a black leather miniskirt looking extremely pleased with herself.
“It’s just like this one the girl; well man; well whatever; is wearing in this picture,†she said; pointing to a picture of Janet Petteflet which Malcolm had downloaded from KTMGirls.ÂÂ
“Now for the awkward bit; you will have to try it on.â€Â
Malcolm paled; he hadn’t though of that. He knew that he was usually a size 14 in a skirt but also knew that sizes varied; he had a couple of 12s and even a 16 at home.
“It’s no good frowning and looking sorry for yourself. If you are going to spend all this money to dress up for one stupid party we at least better make sure the clothes are going to fit you.†Angie scolded.
As it turned out it wasn’t that difficult. Angie being Angie just went up to the floor supervisor and told her the truth; that Malcolm had to dress up in drag for a party. The supervisor, an attractive woman in her fifties, was only too delighted to help. She led them to a single fitting room that had a full length door that was separate to the rest of the female fitting rooms.
“We keep this room for special clients and the handicapped; It’s separate to the rest of the fitting rooms and very discreet. Just find me when you have made your selections and I’ll see to you personally,†the floor supervisor smiled.
“Right; now a blouse!†Angie went on and charged on through the women’s clothing department to where there were what looked like thousands of blouses.
Malcolm was so glad that he had though of using his sister as a ruse; she seemed so enthusiastic and was actually having fun selecting clothes for him. This was going a lot easier than he thought it would; he didn’t have to explain what he wanted at all; Angie was taking the lead and selecting just what he would have chosen to wear himself.
“Finally!†Angie exclaimed holding up her prize after what seemed like eternity as she waded through a sea of blouses and tops.
It was a sheer nylon leopard-skin patterned, longsleeved blouse and it was perfect to go with the black leather miniskirt.
“Right lets get you sorted brother of mine; go and wait by the fitting room.†Angie dictated and stormed off back towards the skirts.
A few minutes later Angie returned with the floor supervisor; her arms loaded with clothing.
“I’ve got the skirt and blouse in size fourteen and sixteen,†she said “Try them on in there and make sure they fit properly; can you do that?â€Â
“I know,†she went on, “take this in with you and try to make sure you look as good as the girl in the photo,†she said, handing him the picture of Janet Petteflet.
Malcolm went into the booth knowing that the size 14 skirt would be perfect; and it was. The size 14 blouse was too short in the sleeves and tight in the shoulders; the size 16 would have to do even though he would have preferred it to be tighter around the waist. Malcolm came out of the fitting room and handed his selections to Angie and the others to the floor supervisor. Angie wasted no time and dragged him over towards the footwear department.
“The fucking blouses button up the wrong way,†Malcolm whined; again pretending ignorance in the matter of female attire.
“No they don’t; men’s shirts button up the wrong fucking way, you lummox,†she quipped, and continued to drag him along by his sleeve.
When they got to the ladies footwear section it was blessedly easy. Angie went straight to a pair of black, patent leather, high heeled sandals. Malcolm made a stupid gaffe as Angie looked at a size chart,
“Size ten,†Malcolm said, not thinking of the consequences.
Angie spun around and looked him quizzically. Malcolm blushed a deep red and stammered,
“I read somewhere that women’s sizes are two sizes smaller than men’s. You know it’s one of those bits of useless information you pick up,†he offered as an explanation.
Angie continued to stare at him questioningly for a minute and then turned back to the rack of shoes and selected a pair of size tens.
“Here; try these,†she said handing him the high heels.
“There’s no one around, just try them on ok,†she warned before Malcolm could offer a protest.
Malcolm sat on a stool and removed his loafers and socks and tried them on; a perfect fit.
“Lovely! I’ll show you how to walk in them tomorrow Malcolm; you will find it difficult but no self respecting whore would wear anything except high heels,†she laughed, regaining her previous joviality.
“Accessories and makeup next!†Angie charged ahead again.
“Accessories? Makeup?†Malcolm quizzed.
“Oh just go to the in store coffee shop Malcolm and I’ll meet you there later,†she tried to feign anger but laughed.
Malcolm did as he was told and Angie joined him about twenty minutes later. Sipping on a latte she showed him what she had acquired in his absence. There was a slim gold belt with a silver buckle, a gold clutch purse, a selection of makeup (to which he showed absolute ignorance for sake of appearances), and what seemed to be far too much jewellery for one night’s dress-up. They finished their coffee and took their selections to the checkout where thankfully Angie presented the purchases to the cashier and all Malcolm had to do was hand over the cash.
Angie again led the way and this time they stopped in hairdressing salon. Angie explained that it was her favourite salon. And the best hairdresser in town worked there.
“I could take you to a fancy-dress store and rent something tacky or we could go to a novelty shop and get one of those awful novelty wigs but you did say you wanted to look as feminine as possible so I’m afraid you will have to fork out for something good. On the bright side; if the wig looks good on me too I might buy it off you after the party,†she said.
Angie took charge of the situation and entered into a deep discussion with one of the hairdressers whilst Malcolm stood there with his hands full of shopping bags trying not to look embarrassed. Eventually he was led into a small room at the back of the hairdressers where he was seated and introduced to Stephan, Angie’s hairdresser. Angie and Stephen then seemed to have the time of their lives trying different wigs on Malcolm. They finally both agreed on one, and Stephan held up a mirror so that Malcolm could see. It was brunette with some lighter highlights; the hair was straight but curved slightly at the neck and fell to just on his shoulders; the fringe just covered his eyebrows. It was lovely but of course Malcolm just said,
“Well if you think its ok we’ll take it†and paid up. He made a fuss about the price, secretly pleased that the wig was perfect for the shape of his face.
Outside the hairdressers they parted ways; Malcolm was disappointed when Angie took all the purchases from him,
“It’s not as if you need them until next Friday is it? And as you are coming around my place to for me to dress you properly and make you up I might as well take them home,†she said cheerfully, kissing him on the cheek and walking off towards where her car was parked.
“Thanks for all the help,†Malcolm responded and walked away excited. He could hardly wait for next Friday.
All week the office was abuzz with talk of the party; many of the staff discussed how they were going to dress. Some were just going to squeeze into their wives clothes; some had gone to costume-hire specialists. The girls were having a great time rummaging out old flared purple pants, platform shoes and other outrageous seventies pimp apparel. Malcolm kept quiet despite the friendly ribbing that he copped from some of the staff; they joked that boring old Malcolm wouldn’t know a whore from a boar or that he would probably come looking more like a washer woman than a prostitute after last year’s feeble effort. The only quip that disturbed him was an aside from Eddie,
“She’ll look gorgeous I’ll bet.â€Â
Malcolm didn’t know if Eddie was joking or being sarcastic but he didn’t care; he was too excited and looking forward to the party for reasons that none of his colleagues could imagine; Michele was making her debut!
Friday afternoon finally came and Malcolm drove around to his sister’s place in eager anticipation. The firm had finished work early and he had a few drinks after work with some of the staff and they had said cheery farewells until later that evening. He arrived at Angie’s place as instructed at five o’clock having showered and shaved as close as possible ensuring his face was smooth and without a trace of stubble. He had a gin and tonic to steady his nerves before leaving home and Angie greeted him at the door with another.
“To help you relax dear brother,†she laughed and led him through the house into her bedroom.
Angie had unwrapped all of last week’s purchases and they were laid out on her bed; Malcolm get excited just looking at them and gulped down his drink. Angie went to fix him another.
“I’ve been thinking Malcolm; how serious are you about looking as feminine as possible?†she called from the lounge.
“I really want to win the prize Angie; I want to really make up for last year,†he shouted back.
Angie returned with a drink for both of them.
“Well there is only one thing for it then,†she said and reached into a draw in her dresser and held out a pink plastic object that looked like some sort of alien ray gun.
“It’s my Lady Shaver,†she responded to his quizzical look, “were shaving your legs ok?â€Â
Malcolm was now a little drunk and laughed out loud,
“Well if that’s what it takes Angie; let’s do it!â€Â
After a brief argument in which Angie explained that she had seen her younger brother naked when she bathed him as a child.  She also went on to explain that in her eyes seeing a man in his briefs was no different to seeing a man in his swimming costume so Malcolm stripped down to his briefs and sat on the chair in front of the dressing table. Angie ran the shaver up and down his legs until they were hairless; this was achieved with much howling and complaining from Malcolm who was reminded by Angie that women had to suffer far worse to look good for men; as he was about to find out. She shaved the hair off his feet and toes and examined her handy work.
“You’ll still have to wear the pantyhose I’m afraid; your legs are lily white and some of those varicose veins look like roadmaps. It’s a trick I used when I was younger when I couldn’t be bothered shaving my legs before a date; just wear two pairs of nylons,†Angie explained.
“You’re the boss,†Malcolm chuckled and took another sip of his drink.
“Ok; sit still, keep quiet and just do as I say and we’ll have you looking like a girl in no time,†Angie laughed and moved in front of him and went to work.
She had quite an assortment of cosmetics laid out on the dressing table along with various sized brushes, sponges and applicators. Malcolm forced himself to relax and let Angie go to work. He had made himself up hundreds of times before but now he was going to be made up by an expert so he payed attention to every detail so that he could pick up any pointers.
First Angie patiently painted his finger and toenails; two coats of glossy plumb red. She told him not to smudge the nail polish before it hardened and went on to explain how women often tried to match their nail polish with their lipstick.
Angie applied a thick coat of foundation to his face and neck and then set it with a liberal dusting of matching face powder. She then went to work on his eyes. Next she brushed dark blue eyeshadow onto Malcolm’s eyelids working from the inner corner of each eye to the centre above her pupils. She worked the powder upwards right up to his eyebrows and then she applied a coat of lighter blue out to the far corners of his eyes, lightening the makeup as she worked it up to his brows and blending the two shades where they merged.
“I’m no expert at hooker makeup,†she said, “but I’ve seen enough movies to know that usually go for these garish colours.
“Whatever,†Malcolm said pretending to feign interest whilst paying close attention.
Angie tut-tutted a little and reached for some pink eyeshadow and applied it liberally around the edges of the two coats of blue that she had already applied; blending the eyeshadow with a small brush and making final adjustments with her fingertip. Malcolm loved the effect and filed the snippet away for future use.
“Ok brother; keep very still now and just close your eyes half-closed for me; here comes the hard bit; the eyeliner.†She said, concentrating on her task.
Angie applied jet black eyeliner to his upper and lower eyelids as close to his lash-line as possible. She started in the very corner of her each eye and worked outwards applying three coats and touching up where necessary so that his eyes were framed by the black makeup.
“Open your eyes; lift your head up but look down at my tummy and keep still for me sweets ok; I’m going to do your mascara next. I hope you are taking mental notes so that you can touch up your makeup during the evening.†Angie said.
“What do you mean; touch up my makeup?†he asked; knowing full well what she meant.
“We girls don’t stay looking good all night without touching up our war-paint you know†she giggled, “that’s why we spend so much time in the john; why do you think we call it the powder room! I bought you some makeup yesterday that you can take with you tonight; you can give it to me later as you won’t be needing it,†she explained.
She applied plenty of thick black mascara to his upper and lower eyelashes; fiddling a little as she worked. She explained that as his eyelashes were very fine she had to apply lots of the product to get a good effect,
“I wish we had bought falsies,†she muttered.
Malcolm laughed inside because he had three sets of false eyelashes at home.
“Ok nearly there,†she sighed and took a sip of her drink.
Angie applied blusher to his cheeks, feathering it along his cheek-line and smoothing it up so that it almost merged with his eyeshadow. Then she dusted his whole face and neck with a coating of sheer-glow finishing powder, being careful not to smudge her mascara and eyeliner.
“Ok Malcolm I want you to play particular attention to how I do your lipstick; you will definitely have to touch up your lippy tonight,†she lectured.
She opened a long slim box that contained two slim tubes and unscrewed the first tube to reveal a slim applicator coated with plum coloured liquid lipstick.
“This is the first coat and it is long lasting colour; be careful how you use it honey because it is really hard to get it off if you fuck up ok?†she instructed, “so pay complete attention and when you touch it up tonight make sure you don’t go outside of the lip-line that I put on you.â€Â
Malcolm had never used a two-coat lipstick before; he just used ordinary cheap lipstick at home and he paid very close attention as Angie coloured his lips with the first coat of colour and then took the other tube which she screwed at the bottom to reveal what looked more like the lippy he was used to, but slimmer and it was clear not coloured. She waited a minute and then applied the clear top coat over the base colour coat.
“Perfect,†she whispered more to herself than him, “now leave your lips parted for a second until its dry ok?â€Â
Angie took the brunette wig off the wig stand and brushed it out while Malcolm sat still and let his makeup set and lipstick dry. After a minute or two Angie put the wig on his head and fiddled with it until it was sitting perfect with the fringe straight. She brushed it here and there and then stood back to admire her work.
“You look stunning; take a look,†she said, pointing to the mirror.
 The transformation was astounding; from a plain, smooth-faced man he had become a heavily made-up middle-aged whore. Her brunette fringe framed her dark exotic eyes and her bangs caressed her rouged cheeks and highlighted her luscious red mouth. Malcolm now started to think of himself as Michele the whore; not as Malcolm, the boring manager of a small department in a small business. ‘From now on, for the rest of tonight, I AM Michele!’ she convinced herself.
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“Ok let’s get you dressed then,†Angie said.
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“You can have a quick drink and get into your pantyhose and knickers you hussy,†she laughed, playfully kissing his cheek.
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“I’ll step out and freshen our drinks while you do that I think; I don’t want to see your wiggly bits,†she laughed, “put the pantyhose on first then the panties over them ok? You’ve seen one of your girlfriends put on pantyhose I take it? You don’t need my advice,†she joked; then added as she walked out the door, “don’t ladder the fucking things!â€Â
Michele sat on the edge of Angie’s queen size bed and kicked off her men’s briefs; they now seemed ugly and inappropriate for a lovely whore like her. She eased the pantyhose from the slim packet and slipped the hosiery over her pretty painted toes and slid the sheer nylon up her feet one foot at a time. She carefully eased the pantyhose up her legs keeping the nylon taught; smoothing out the wrinkles as she went. She stood up and pulled the waistband of the pantyhose up over her crotch and smoothed the nylon gusset around her midriff to just below her bellybutton. She slid the red satin bikini panties up her nyloned legs and pulled them snug around her arse and crotch. Michele felt the beginnings of an erection and nearly panicked; but then the though of her sister finding her aroused soon made it go away.
“Ready sis;†Michele called through the door.
“Oh lovely,†Angie joked as she came back into the bedroom with two more gin and tonics.
“Ok let’s get a move on, I don’t want you to be late for your own party,†she said in determined tone.
“Stand up and just do as I say buster,†she joked; but in a tone that bore no argument.
Angie took the red lace suspender belt and adjusted it so that it sat tightly around Michele’s waist and so that the top of garment covered the waistband of the pantyhose. Next she knelt down and drew the diaphanous black nylon stockings up Michele’s legs one at a time; the stockings sighed their nylon on nylon whisper as they glided over her pantyhosed legs. Angie carefully adjusted the back-seams so they lay straight and centred along the back of Michele’s legs and then clipped the garters hanging from the suspender-belt to the reinforced stocking tops. As Angie smoothed the nylons along her legs Michele suppressed the shiver of excitement and felt a little uneasy about experiencing such emotions; especially with her sister’s face so close to her sex organs. Michele swallowed and tried not to think too much into it.ÂÂ
Next Angie hooked the brassiere around Michele’s chest and settled the cups into the right position; she walked over to a drawer and took out several pairs of old pantyhose which she stuffed into the cups of the bra to fill them. Then she had Michele step into the black leather mini which she pulled at and played with until it was adjusted nicely at the waist and the hem was nice and straight at mid thigh; she left it unzipped for now. Angie handed Michele the leopard-skin nylon blouse to put on while she went to the dresser and took a drink. She gave Michele a sip of her own drink and put the glass down on the table. Michele noticed that she had not left any lipstick on the rim of the glass as she often did when she was dressed at home. ‘That two-coat lipstick really works,’ she thought pretending to struggle with the buttons because they were on the opposite side to men’s shirts. Angie came over and finished buttoning the blouse and tucked it into Michele’s skirt and zipped it up. She buckled the slim gold belt around Michele’s waist and adjusted it so that it sat nicely.
“Nearly there; just jewellery and shoes to go†she sighed.
Angie opened the packet which contained the cheap costume jewellery that she had bought for her brother last week. She clipped silver mounted ruby drops to Michele’s ears and hung a matching silver and ruby necklace around her neck and matching bracelets on both of her wrists. She put on four large silver rings, two on the fingers of each hand; the rings were set with emeralds and rubies.ÂÂ
Angie sat Michele back on the bed and slid her feet into the black leather high-heeled sandals; buckling the thin straps which came to just above Michele’s ankles.ÂÂ
“Now for fuck sake be careful when you walk in these Malcolm,†Angie said; “ lean a little forward and make sure you come down on the balls of your feet first, not the heels, when you walk. It will take some practice but it’s only for one night. You should know what we girls have to put with when we wear those fucking death traps anyway,†she chided playfully.
Finally Angie fastened a silver anklet below Michele’s left ankle; another fake ruby glittered as it hung from the thin silver chain fastened to the anklet.
“You’re done honey; take a look in the mirror,†Angie said and helped Michele to her feet. Michele stood up and walked over to the mirror and looked at herself.
She looked stunning; the best she had ever looked dressed as a woman. She had just the look she wanted; in her mind she decided the look was to be called ‘
“Thanks Angie; you are a doll. Oh! One more thing; pin this on for me will you?â€Â
She handed Angie a large white name bar embossed with the firm’s logo in one corner and a Christmas tree in the other; in gold pen script in the centre of the name bar was written: MICHELE NYLONS. Angie pinned the badge to Michele’s left breast.
“Michele Nylons; cute name,†Angie said.
“Ok Malcolm; err I mean Michele; lets do the last finishing touch.â€Â
Angie went to her dresser and took a small green bottle of the cologne ‘Poison’ and sprayed a liberal amount of the perfume on Michele’s neck and décolletage; then she reached down and playfully sprayed under Michele’s skirt and on her thighs.
“Just in case you get lucky honey,†Angie teased.
Michele blushed a deep red,
“Fuck off Angie!†Michele responded a little hurt.
“Don’t be such a girl Malcolm; here take this,†she said dropping the small bottle of ‘Poison’ into the small gold clutch purse that they had purchased last Friday and holding it out.
“The purse has got powder, eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, blush, and lippy in there sweety; so you can touch up your makeup as you need to. There’s also a hairbrush; everything an old whore needs to ply her trade,†she laughed.
Michele stepped forward and took the purse from her sister and bent to kiss her chastely on the lips to bid farewell. Angie shocked Michele by pulling her into a tight embrace and kissing her, closed mouth but forcefully, on the lips; then Angie astonished Michele completely by sliding her hand under Michele’s skirt and gently stroking her manhood through her panties. Angie whispered into Michele’s ear,
“I know about you, you know!â€Â
Michele pushed her sister away and looking absolutely stunned; she gasped,
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“What do you mean; you know!â€Â
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“Oh Malcolm; I mean Michele. I’ve suspected since we were kids. All the times I found my nylons and panties dishevelled and stained; who else could it have been? One day I even saw you putting a pair of my pantyhose in your pocket as you left the bathroom.†Angie explained in a soothing voice.
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“And last week you knew your ladies shoe size; you insisting on wearing a suspender belt; you had those pictures of Transvestites; and you pretended not know that blouses button on the opposite side to shirt. You sat uncomplaining while I put on your makeup; but the real give away was the way you walk in those high heels honey. It took me fucking months to master high heels when I was a teenager; and you glide around my bedroom like you were born wearing the fucking things!†Angie finished.
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“It’s nothing to be ashamed of; your secret is safe with me. And you look positively gorgeous; if you weren’t my brother I’d fuck your brains out; now get the fuck out here and go and enjoy yourself before I throw you on my bed and ravage you.†Angie pushed Michele towards the bedroom door.
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Michele was stunned but accepted what she had just heard and realised that she had been stupid to think that she could get away with using her sister to help her crossdress and still keep her secret. In hindsight Michele knew that she would slip up some how. Then a question lanced into her head; ‘What did Angie mean about ravaging her? And what the fuck was that passionate kiss and quick fondle all about?’
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“Angie; are you a lesbian or something?†Michele asked her sister as they walked to the front door.
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“I’m an ‘or something’ ok; but that’s a conversation for another day; now get the fuck out of my house and party til you drop bitch! Oh; and come around for coffee tomorrow afternoon and tell me all about it!†she laughed and pushed Michele out of the door and into the night air.
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Michele walked over to her car, stunned at what had just happened; even though she had lost count of the number of gin and tonics she had drunk over the last few hours she now felt completely sober. She dropped in behind the wheel and her skirt rode up revealing her stocking tops; she smoothed down her skirt and slid her hands along her stockinged thighs and sighed with desire at the feel of her feminine attire.
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Michele smiled to herself and drove off into the night trying to get her head around the last few minutes. Eventually she settled down enough to realise that she had been particularly stupid drinking so much alcohol with a three quarter of an hour drive ahead of her from the suburbs to the city; the police were ruthless when it came to alcohol breath testing during the festive season. She decided to use a little used back road that bypassed most of highway into town; it would put an extra twenty minutes or so onto her journey but she was better safe than sorry.
After she had driven a few kilometres down the dark road she realised that the effects of the drinks she had imbibed earlier had far from worn off; she had to really concentrate and to make matters worse she had never considered the difficulties of driving a car whilst wearing high heels.  Michele checked her mirrors and then reached down and attempted to unbuckle her right shoe so that she could better control the brake and accelerator. It was a huge mistake; as she struggled with the buckle on her high heel her car swerved violently to the right and she had to correct the vehicle quite quickly on the dark narrow road. As she gained control of the car and was congratulating herself for avoiding disaster she saw blue and red flashing lights in her rear vision mirror.
“Fuck!†she exclaimed, and pulled her car over into a darkened rest area at the side of the road.ÂÂ
She followed the small dirt track to series of marked parking bays behind a darkened toilet block and pulled into one of the spaces; she looked around and saw that the rest area was deserted except for her own car and the police cruiser that had now pulled up beside her. A fat policeman squeezed from behind the wheel of the police car, turned on a large black torch and sauntered over to her driver’s side window; Michele wound down the window terrified. She didn’t know wether to be more worried about being out dressed up in drag or being over the prescribed alcohol limit. The fat policeman shined his torch on her face, smiled and said,
“You were all over the road back there miss; have you been drinking?â€Â
Michele summoned up all of her courage and answered,
“I had a couple of drinks an hour ago officer but I’m sure I’m under the limit; I swerved to avoid a small animal on the road,†she lied.
The policeman looked at her for a nearly a full minute shining his torch inside the car and up and down her body and back to her face.
“Jesus Christ you’re a fucking guy aren’t you?†he asked incredulously.
“Yes officer; let me explain…….†and Michele went on to explain that she was dressed in drag to attend a theme party at work.
After listening to her story for a few minute the officer cut her short.
“Well that may be sir, ma’am; whatever. But I still think that you are under the influence of alcohol and I intend to issue you with a roadside breath test.†He said and waddled back to the cruiser and returned with an alcometer.
He pushed it through the window in front of Michele’s face and said,
“Put your lips on the tube and blow; words I’m sure you quite used to;†he added cruelly.
Michele did as she was told and heard the machine beep rapidly after a few seconds. She hung her head and contemplated what would happen next. She would be taken to the police station and have to suffer the indignity of waiting around for bail dressed up in drag. Undoubtedly the policemen at the station would ridicule and taunt her. Even worse; what if they put her in a holding cell? She had read about what happened to some young men in prison at the hands of jailhouse thugs; what chance would she have dressed as she was? Could she ask for protective custody? Her head was spinning.
The Policeman took the machine away from Michele’s lips and looked at the reading and smirked.
“You’re shit out of luck tonight sweety,†the cop smiled evilly at Michele through the window.
He turned on his heels and wobbled back to his cruiser; ‘He’s calling it in or whatever they do!’ Michele thought to herself. She was on the verge of sobbing. She looked across at the police cruiser and by the light of the dome light she saw the fat cop leaning inside talking on the radio. Then the flashing lights on the top of the police car went out, closely followed by the head and tail lights. The cop slammed the door and the rest area became hauntingly dark and deathly silent. Michele could just make out the dimmed glow of the policeman’s torch as he returned to her car; as he approached she saw he was shading the light with his other hand. He leaned on the roof of her car and it lurched under his added weight.
“Look honey, I’ve dealt with your type before ok; you don’t do thirty years on the force without dealing with the occasional trannie now and then. You are in all sorts of problems here; the reading on my little machine there says you’re at least twice the legal limit to be driving.â€Â
“Now, we can sort this out one of two ways; you can accompany me to the police station, and I’m sure the ramifications of that option have crossed your pretty little mind; and also you will lose your license and cop a hefty fine. Plus I’m betting someone who drives a car like this has a job where a DUI will not be particularly welcomed,†the fat cop droned on.
“Or I can get in the passenger seat there and we can settle this quickly, painlessly; and to both our advantages if you know what I mean?†he finished.
Michele was now totally confused; was there a way out of this? Was he asking her for a bribe? Thank god! There was a way out of this! All she had to do was let the cop get in passenger seat and she would hand him some cash and he would be gone. Yes; it made sense! He wanted to sit in the car so no one passing by could see her handing him the money; that’s why he turned off his flashers and headlights.
“Well sure officer; get in and let’s settle,†Michele sighed, relieved.
The fat cop had trouble squeezing into Michele’s small BMW but he finally got settled and closed the door. The dome light went out and Michele heard a rasping sound that she couldn’t quite figure out. ‘Of course he’s opening the zipper of his wallet to hide the money,’ she concluded.
“Turn on the dome light honey; I want to see you do it,†the cop said.
That made sense to Michele; he wanted to make sure he was giving her the right money; when you take bribes you have make sure the person paying the bribe isn’t ripping you off. Michele turned the dome light on and turned her head towards the cop and started to say,
“How much?†when she glanced down and saw the policeman’s stubby fat penis sticking out the front of his uniform trousers.
“Well I won’t be long honey; I haven’t had any for ages,†the cop chuckled and reached out and pulled her head into his lap.
Michele was horrified; it finally dawned on her what he had been talking about all this time; she had completely misunderstood his intentions. These thoughts sped through her mind just as her lips came into contact with the man’s fat smelly cock. Michele sputtered and tried to move her head but the heavy cop held her down.
“Suck it good babe; come on,†he moaned; and he pushed down harder and Michele had no choice but to take the appendage into her mouth.
Michele sputtered and blubbered trying to spit the fetid member out of her mouth. Her efforts to get away from the cop’s penis in fact stimulated the glans of his organ as Michele’s lips and tongue lashed at the stubby little cock trying to spit it out. The cop pushed down so hard on her head that it hurt, and at the same time he pushed upwards, lifting his fat arse out of the seat; Michele had to open her mouth or choke and as she did the whole of the diminutive fat member slid inside her mouth and started to convulse and throb.
Michele gasped as a torrent of semen filled her mouth and then she started to gag.
“Don’t you spit it out bitch!†the cop warned, holding her head down in his lap.
“Yeah baby that’s it; swallow it; oh fuck you’re good! Suck it baby; suck it! I’m coming; oh yeah,†another stream of obscenities issued forth from the policeman as he ejaculated into Michele’s mouth.
Michele was helpless; held over the cop’s small throbbing cock as it continued to flood her mouth with sperm. She had no choice; Michele swallowed. The policeman’s secretions were not actually that foul; they tasted musty and creamy. She sucked and swallowed knowing she had no choice.
“Ok baby; daddy’s finished now; just lick it clean and I’ll be on my way,†the cop chuckled.
Michele realised the worst was over; she licked the fetid member clean and swallowed the last of the cop’s secretions. The cop lifted Michele’s head out of his lap and leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth before she had time to react.
“Thanks hun,†he whispered in Michele’s ear; then zipped his fly and struggled out of the passenger door. He walked away towards his police car and waved over his shoulder without glancing back,
“Drive careful now sweetheart,†he shouted and climbed into the police car and drove away.
Michele sat there stunned; she couldn’t believe what had just happened; not only had that fat smelly, little dick cop raped her mouth; she was rock hard in her panties. What the fuck was going on?
To be continued………………………………………
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School ended at 3:30 and Sarah rushed out to bring flowers to Mabel Hutton knowing that they would not think it strange that she didn’t stay long knowing that she worked in her father’s store every afternoon. Mabel’s mother answered her knock and when Sarah learned that Mabel was sleeping she insisted that the sick girl not be disturbed. So she left the flowers and after bidding Mrs. Hutton good by, Sarah made her way to the Doctor’s train arrived shortly before her appointment.ÂÂ
 The doctor’s examination room was similar to the one she’d been pleasured in at noon by his assistant and she couldn’t explain or even understand the massive wave of arousal that now possessed her whole being, but Doctor Jacobs understood. He greeted her warmly and with her arm about her waist had shown, practically drawn her into the room. There he had kissed her full on the lips, her mouth opening, seemingly of it own accord, to accept the penetration of his tongue, the stimulation already building the strange, hot wetness between her legs that she craved.
 Finally breaking their embrace He urged her to prepare for the treatment expecting her to shyly head for the dressing cubical, but she boldly removed her clothes while holding his gaze, her pink nipples reaching proudly outward as if offering themselves as a sacrifice. She was lovely, he thought and just the age a girl blossomed sexually. He decided to act on her boldness, kissing her once more as his hands roamed her back creeping toward her exposed buttocks. When his finger probed to rub over her anal opening he was surprised and pleased to find her wetness already overspreading her ass and using her wetness he ran his finger repeatedly over and then just into her tight anal opening as she moaned in his kiss, her body literally shaking with arousal.
 In minutes his hands left the moist cleft of her buttocks and slid smoothly around her now sweaty body until they reached the underside of her soft, sensitive breasts. His fingers traced the upward curve of her perfectly formed, yet still growing breasts, circling her nipples coming agonizingly close to her responsive tips, but never doing more than brushing by the edges leaving her panting with desire and crying out in frustration as her arousal moved to a new and higher level.ÂÂ
 Desperate she dropped to her knees in front of him and ran her hands over the clear outline of his stiff and engorged manhood. Jacobs quickly lowered his pants and for the first time she beheld an erect penis and his was impressive, the large purple head atop a long slightly curving shaft and his hairy sack containing the male organs. A thrill ran through her as she ran her fingers over the sack felling the hard, ball-like structures within and making his whole cock bob and move from her stimulus. Then his hands guided the tip of his organ to her mouth and she eagerly opened for it. His hands gently found her head and guided her actions. Part of her was shocked at her own actions, but his moans of pleasure thrilled her.
 After about ten minutes she heard his voice say softly, “Sarah?â€Â She looked up at him while his cock slid in and out of her warm, wet mouth while her tongue flickered over his more sensitive parts. “Sarah, I am getting ready to reach my own climax. When I do, my sperm, like nay other man’s will squirt into your mouth and you will have to drink it down. If you don’t want to do this you need to stop right now. She just looked at him and quickened her pace until at last he could hold out no longer and exploded in her mouth.
 Sarah was thrilled at the idea of his organ’s emission in her mouth, however, she hadn’t expected so much or for it to come with such force. The first sprays few so strong no thought was required to swallow. There was no choice as it literally blasted down her throat, but the rest of his seed filled her mouth as she gulped the first part and though she tried globs escaped her lips ran down her chin and dripped unto her breasts
 He stood her up and his hands were instantly on her breasts rubbing his own seed into them pulling and tugging on her nipples covered in his think white love juices. She moaned in pleasure, in fear, and in pain as he used her boobs freely for his pleasure as much as hers. Several minutes passed with no noise except her sighs and moans. She didn’t notice her noised getting louder and quicker, but he worked her nipples like the master lover he was until suddenly her climax rippled through her body without his ever making contact with the boiling volcano brewing between her legs. She collapsed against him and slid down to the floor. Gradually she came to her senses and looked up at his semi-soft cock hanging inches in front of her face. She kissed, licked the head his sperm still leaking form the small opening, then she sucked it gently until he pulled it away and helped her up to her feet once more.ÂÂ
She became aware of other moans from someplace close by and looked questioningly at Doctor Jacobs. He put a finger to his lips requesting silence and then motioned her over to the far wall and showed her the tiny peephole into the next treatment room. There on the bed was none other than Henry Wittcomb stark nude and the doctor’s female assistant was holding in her hand Henry’s engorged and oiled penis stroking him up and down. She leaned against the wall fascinated as Doctor Jacob’s hands reached between her legs, pressed her thighs apart to gain access to her vulva So she stood, watching the woman who had so pleasured her that afternoon, stimulate Henry while this skilled Doctor had his hands in her own sex, beginning to be masturbate her as well. She responded at once aroused beyond belief at the idea of secretly sharing sex with Henry.
 To be continued.
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Internet Affair
So having not much else to do at work each day I like to troll message boards and chat rooms for some tasty treats. I’ve been privately chatting with this whore Veronica for about 6 months now. Hot little number, a few times she’s hoped on her web cam and fucked herself real well for me while I jacked it at my desk. Her face isn’t the best but her body is tight and smoking. Full c cups with dark nips. Trim waist and full tight ass.
She keeps herself real nice down below too, fully shaven, sweet little thing.
So, she was pressing me to meet her, finally, no other plans I made a date to meet her at a restaurant. I wasn’t too disappointed when I saw her swinging her tight ass to my table. Her face was defiantly something to be desire
We reached the park; I grabbed her hand and pulled her in. I’ll give it to her she didn’t hesitate, she wanted my cock, that was for sure. We were walking a good 10 minutes when I spotted a nice wooded area I could get her down in. I pulled her towards the spot and she let herself be led. I got her up against a tree, started kissing her, feeling her body. I pulled down on her strapless dress. She put her hand to protest but I whispered in her ear “I want to see your fabulous tits, honey” and that’s all it took, down came her dress, her melons popped out and I fondled them mercilessly. I had this bitch worked.
I worked her dress up her waist barely a protest as I slipped my fingers inside the crotch of her panties. She was dripping wet and wanting it. I wasted no time, eased out my cock pulled her legs up around my waist and slid it in her right there. I was fucking her hard for a while, and just wanted to shoot my load. But every time I saw her face I’d lose a bit of excitement. So I pulled out and turned her around, pressing her against the tree, she let out a complaint when her tits scraped the rough bark, I didn’t give a shit.
I reached down and pulled her panties to the side again, and they ripped. “Hey!” she tried to say but I had already slid my cock back up into her sopping fuck hole. As I was fucking her I noticed, two boys, probably no more than 16 watching us from a few trees over. Ha those little shits enjoying the show… I was young once too so I really started pounding her hard, reaching in front and grabbing her tits. She wasn’t complaining much either as I drilled her sloppy cunt. I finished pulling out of her and letting my cum shoot all over her ass. I turned away to zip up and she was bitching about me cumming on her ass and ripping her panties. I gave her a charming smile and picked up her torn panties to wipe off her ass. She still seemed PO’d at me but she was coming around. I smiled more at her and told her she was beautiful. I grabbed her and hugged her close, gave her some bullshit story about soul mates. It’s what she wanted to hear, I knew from the months of chatting her up online. I know how to work women. I guided her through some more woods; well aware the boys were still spying on us. My mind was going, I wanted more from this bitch, and I wanted to treat those boys to a show. We came to a clearing; we must have reached the center of the park where they had a nice little duck pond. I took off my jacket and laid it down for her to sit on it. We talked for a while. I took out some blow I had and offered it to her, she didn’t really want to but I urged her to. I thought I might need this nice little mix, and turns out I did tonight. I was sure not to have any myself this time, you see because I mixed in a little bit of crushed up magic, gets some girls relaxed, they way I like them. We sat there a bit longer, me holding her close. The night was warm. The park was dark. I felt her slumping against me and asked her if she was okay. She just gave me a drowsy smile. I got instantly hard. I lay her back and started playing with her pussy. She spread her legs for me that whore. Again I pulled her dress up to her waist and exposed her tits. I climbed on top and pushed my dick into her wet pussy. She was loopy, but not out as I rode her hard. I slipped it out and poised at her asshole. She barely objected as I slid it in her ass. She started to cry out as I pushed deeper into her I told her to shut up, and she did. I pulled her legs up and spread them wide, lifted her ass up as I slid my cock deep in her ass. I motioned to the boys at the edge of the woods to come closer. They didn’t move. I looked down at my date and she seemed very out of it so I called out to them “Come on over if you want a good look”
And slowly they did, both boys stiff ones in their pants came over. “This bitch is ripe boys, you like watching?” Both nodded. “I wouldn’t object if you wanted to jerk off” I said. I’m not gay but I don’t mind some company. I kept fucking her ass. Both boys whipped out their cocks, and started stroking them. I said to the closest boy, “go ahead stick it in her mouth, my girlfriend likes it” he looked a bit unsure but I reassured him.
He knelt down and stuck it on her lips. “Don’t be shy, she’s faking it, she wants to pretend” I said. So he reached down with one hand and pushed her mouth onto his cock. It wasn’t long until he was full on mouth fucking her. “Hey, mister” said the second boy.
I smiled up at him. “Sorry kid, you ever fuck ass before” he shook his head no.
I pulled out and moved aside “Go for it” I motioned to her stretched ass, and this kid didn’t hesitate, he was between her legs with his cock up in her ass before I could say boo. Neither boy lasted too long and shot their loads in her ass and mouth. They thanked me, well both of us and scurried off. I hadn’t cum yet so I climbed back between her legs, and fucked her in her pussy, shooting my load in her this time. I got myself back together, and managed to get my jacket from underneath her. I should have taken her back to her car but she was out cold, didn’t want someone to see me. So, I just left her there half undressed, each hole dripping with cum. Stupid bitch, who meets people off the Internet anyhow? When I got home I uploaded the cell phone pics I took to my newsgroup.
Then made sure to block her email and instant messenger. She was going to be pissed
When she woke up. Haaa haaa.
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When I met
She asked “Is everything ok?â€Â
“Well I’m not going to let you stand me up without knowing why. Tell me what’s going on.â€Â
“I’m meeting someone.†Then I told her the story about Saturday night.
“So just how big is it?â€Â
I held up my hands and said “It’s this long and I needed both hands to stroke it!â€Â
“I’ve heard about big dicks but have never really seen one. Isn’t it kind of scary?â€Â
“It was more exciting than scary. When I saw it I couldn’t believe the size and I couldn’t imagine not trying to get it inside of me. And when I did I was amazed at how it felt. When I began to ride up and down, I went into a trance. I felt so differentâ€Â
“Do you realize what you’re doing to me? I’m so wet that I’m afraid to stand up.â€Â
“And you haven’t even seen it! Imagine how you’d feel with it either in front of you or inside you!â€Â
“That’s a great idea! Take me with you!â€Â
“No way!â€Â
“Oh come on! It’s not like sharing your husband. It’s a cock!â€Â
“Well, there’s something else. He’s bringing some friends . . .â€Â
“You’re kidding!?â€Â
“No, I’m dead serious. I asked him to meet me and he told me that he and his wife belong to a swapping club. He called it “The Clubâ€Â. And if I wanted him to bring some friends, he would. I was so horny and he didn’t do much except let me play with his cock. I asked him to go down on me and he said ‘I don’t do that!’ So the thought of several men was too much to pass up. I told him sure! I figured that there’s got to be a cunt licker among them.â€Â
“Well, wouldn’t you like some company? Just to be safe?â€Â
“Are you sure you want to do this with me?â€Â
“I’m absolutely sure! I’m too curious, not to mention horny! After getting me all worked up you can’t just leave me like this. Come on, take me with you! But let’s go to the ladies room first. I need to take off this wet underwear.â€Â
Roger had given me the address of his friend’s house. When he answered the door, he saw
She stepped through the door and said “Hi, I’m
He closed the door and I said “I hope you don’t mind. She insisted on coming with me and I figured that if you liked fucking my pussy that you’d enjoy hers too!†I reached down and put my hand on his pants and felt his quickly rising cock. “Did you take your medicine?â€Â
“We all did!†two nice looking younger men were sitting on the couch, cocktails in hand. They stood up to greet us. I immediately recognized them. I’d met them at a party at Roger’s during the summer. They were smiling and said “Hello Bonnie. It’s nice to see you again.â€Â
“It’s nice to see you. I’d like you to meet my friend Sharon.
“Sure they do. Didn’t Roger tell you? They’re over at Roger’s with Shellie and your husband.â€Â
“My, my, you guys really thought this over, didn’t you?â€Â
“More than you know!â€Â
Shawn replied, “I’ve learned long ago not to worry about a woman’s age. I’ve found that older women appreciate what us younger men can do.â€Â
Shawn said “Let’s go upstairs to the playroom.†He led us up to a bedroom that has two king size beds side by side. There were hand towels and assorted toys spread out on its surface. All around the bed, facing it, were overstuffed easy chairs.
I walked over to a vacant chair and said “Roger, come over here and let’s get comfortable.†I had him sit down. I knelt in front of him and slipped off his shoes. I undid his belt and then I pulled down his zipper. He stood up so that I could pull down his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear and he was now shaved! I asked “When did you shave?â€Â
“After you guys left us on Saturday night Shellie decided that she loved Frank’s hairless dick. She shaved me right then. Do you like it?â€Â
“Oh yes! Now it’s even better! Now I can do this!†I started to lick his huge balls and sucked one into my mouth. I looked up and saw that Roger was looking
Without waiting for an invitation
“Oh my god! It's fucking huge!! I can see what you mean! This is beautiful!†And then she reached out and placed both her hands around his erection. She leaned forward and put her mouth over its head and she began to run her hands up and down its length.ÂÂ
She took one hand away and shoved it under her skirt. She touched herself for a moment and when she pulled her hand out it was glistening! She switched hands and started to smear his cock with her juices. When she had both hands back on his member she pulled back and looked up at him. “I love to taste myself!†And then she started licking him from the base of his shaft all the way to the head of his cock.
I was watching him look at me with a huge grin on his face. I pulled my skirt up and pushed my panties aside. I put my hand between my legs and started to finger myself. I wanted to get good and wet so that my new obsession wouldn’t have any trouble filling me. I raised my voice and said “Hey! Don’t be a bitch! Is this how you thank me for bringing you along?â€Â
I stood up and quickly shed my clothes. I walked my naked self towards them. I told her “Just back off and get undressed. I’ve got some business to attend to.â€Â
She stood up and fumbled with her outfit. Like me, she couldn’t take her eyes off of his cock. I walked to him and gave him a deep kiss while I felt his member. I turned my back to him, put my hands on the chair’s arms and lowered myself onto his cock. It was hard to get started. I pushed down and his cock head stretched my cunt. I licked my fingers and rose up so that I could try to make myself a little wetter. I tried again and gasped as he started to enter me. I threw my head back and tried to get him as deep as possible.
Roger was not paying attention to me but was watching
“Here, let me help.â€Â
“It’s even better!†was her reply.
And then, I was surprised by what she did next. As I watched her, she looked into my eyes and started to lick his shaft. And she licked all the way up to me! She started to lick my cunt lips, and then she gave my clit a slight tease. She pulled her head back and used her finger to tease my clit.
“You taste awfully good. If I make you cum will you let me have a turn?â€Â
I couldn’t help but smile. “Sure!â€Â
I didn’t have much time to enjoy the moment as
I pushed myself up and had to put my hand to myself to try and hold onto the feeling. As soon as I had I stepped away
“I don’t do that.†was his reply.
“I will!†It was Shawn. He and Craig both had dicks in their hands and were watching us. I looked at them and they both had promising dicks. Craig looked like 8†and Shawn was just a little smaller. Shawn stood and quickly got undressed. He moved behind
“Why don’t you suck on him while I suck on you?â€Â
With that said, she once again turned her attention to the monster.
Shawn tried to find a way to get to her cunt but was having some trouble. “Let’s move to the bed.†He pointed and said “Lay on the bed. Roger can feed you while I lick you silly.â€Â
I walked to the bed and sat down so I could watch. Shawn was licking her lips and sucking her clit. He started to tongue fuck her and brought his hand up so he could finger her. After just a couple of minutes she let loose of Roger and grabbed Shawn with both hands. She started to moan and talked to Shawn. “Oh yes! That’s perfect! Oh please, oh, oh yes!†And she went into shuddering spasms as she came! Roger now lay on his back.
“
Well, she was obviously fired up so she began to straddle him. I could see that like me, she was having just a little bit of trouble with getting him inside her the first time. She got up and rolled over onto on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder and said “Come fuck me!â€Â
Roger stood up and moved behind her. He licked his hand and smeared it onto the head of his dick. He pressed forward and tried to work himself into
I could see that she had to be awfully wet because each time he pulled his cock back it was glistening. He was only in a couple inches in but each stroke was going deeper.
Craig was now undressed and standing behind me. His arms came around me and he began to massage my erect nipples. I could feel his 8†hard on between my ass cheeks, slowly stroking up and down. He whispered “I’d love to fuck you! I was so disappointed when we met and Roger told me that you weren’t part of “The Clubâ€Â. You’ve got a great ass and I’d love to cum in it!†I turned and gave him a great big kiss. I pulled away and sat down in a chair.
“I want you to lick me first. Work my clit! Get me off and we’ll see what happens next!â€Â
He knelt before me and started to kiss my tits. He was sucking my nipples and using his teeth to nibble them. His hand was at my cunt and he was fingering me. He started to move down licking and kissing me from my belly to my thighs. He finally settled in on my cunt and tongued me. He moved his tongue up to my clit as he worked two fingers into my cunt. Oh, it felt really good. Then, with his free hand, he started to finger my asshole.ÂÂ
I stopped him by pushing his hand away and saying “No! Please don’t do that!â€Â
He pulled away, looked up at me and said “Have you ever tried it?â€Â
“No! It seems so disgusting! Frank always wants to play with my ass and I keep telling him no! What is it with guys and asses?â€Â
Craig smiled and softly said, “Well, it’s like you girls and Roger’s big dick! And after he’s had his way with you us smaller guys have trouble trying to fill you like he can. So we go to the alternative. And anal foreplay really can be quite pleasurable. Most people find that anal stimulation intensifies an orgasm. It’s not like I’m trying to stick my dick up your ass. I’m just trying to use my finger to make you feel good.â€Â
“How would you like it if I did it to you?â€Â
“I love it when a woman sucks on me with her finger up my ass!†He went on. “Have you ever had an enema? The nozzle is like a long finger and when it’s lubricated it doesn’t hurt. If I give you a good cleaning, and if I promise to be gentle, will you at least try it?†He stood up and reached out to me. “Come with me.â€Â
I decided to go with it. He was being patient and not pushy. He led me into the bathroom. There was an enormous tub that was big enough for at least two people. These guys obviously know how to party. “Lay in the tub and I’ll clean you up.†He placed a gel type pillow under my head and said “Relax! I promise that you’ll enjoy this!â€Â
He turned on the water it wasn’t long before it warmed up. Then he used his hands to spread the warm water over my pubic area. He soaped me up and gently washed me. I watched as Craig pulled out an enema kit. He filled it up and used some KY to lubricate the tip. Then he spread some KY around my asshole. “Put your legs up here on the sides of the tub.†Then I felt him slowly insert the nozzle. He was very gentle and smiling as he finished the insertion. “Now, I’ll fill you up.†I felt the warm liquid fill me and the sensation was pleasant. I closed my eyes and concentrated on relaxing. “Now I’m going to pull it out and I want you to empty yourself.â€Â
When I was done he washed me again. He reached down, pulled me up, helped me out of the tub and then he toweled me off. “Now, where were we?â€Â
He led me back to the bedroom and had me sit in a chair. He knelt down and started to finger my pussy. He inserted two fingers and began reaching for my g spot. He said “Let me know when you are close to cumming.†And he went back to work. I scooted down and opened my legs wider. His tongue searched out my clit and I held his head. He felt good. He was gently probing my clit with his tongue. He put his hands under my legs and lifted them over his shoulders. Then he started to finger me again.
I looked over to the bed and found that things were progressing nicely. Now it was Shawn who was lying down and
Then Shawn said “I’m getting ready to cum!â€Â
As he put it to my lips he started to cum. He shot his load and I had cum in my mouth and all over my face. I swallowed and said “Oh, Craig! That feels so good!†I was now coming very close to getting off and told him so. I started to run my hands through his hair and pulled his head in just a little tighter. As I started to arch my back it happened! This time he didn’t give me a warning. I felt a finger at my ass and wham! It was in me! He pushed it all the way in and it felt like he was trying to fuck my ass as he stroked it in and out. That’s when I found out he was right! My orgasm was intense!
“Oh my god!†was all I could say. He continued to suck my clit and his finger now moved slightly side to side instead of in and out. After a minute he pulled his head away and slowly pulled out his finger.
“So, was I right?â€Â
I looked at him and said “I hate to admit it, but yes you were! That was incredible!â€Â
Craig said “I introduced Bonnie to something new. Are you interested?â€Â
She asked me “Am I?â€Â
I said “Oh yeah, I think you are! Craig, I think its
Shawn came over to me and knelt down. He leaned forward and started to lick and suck my tits. His touch was gentle, giving me goose bumps. I felt his hand on my thigh and he moved it toward my pussy. He slid his fingers in and curved them up searching for my pleasure spot. His thumb was softly stroking my clit, which was now so sensitive. I felt like there was a connection between my erect nipple and my clit! Oh, he’s good! I could feel yet another climax coming on . . . I grabbed his head and asked him to suck me off. He used his free hand to tweak my nipples. He licked his way down until he reached my erection. He slipped his tongue up and opened up my slit. He sucked ever so gently and then he used his tongue to replace his thumb and stimulate my clit. Then he pulled his fingers out and started to probe my butt with his wet fingers.
He started to slip one in and I didn’t resist. This made him bolder and he said “I’ve got another idea. Wait right here.†He went to the bed and picked up some toys. He returned with a couple of items and said “These are plugs. They’re better than fingers. Pick one.â€Â
I looked at the different sizes and found one that was not too long or too wide. As I looked at it he said “Do you want to put it in or should I?†I handed it to him and he covered it with KY. He knelt in front of me and began to eat me again. “Ready?â€Â’ he asked. I nodded and he brought the head to my ass and slowly inserted it. I closed my eyes and he began to lick me. It felt wonderful. When it was all the way in Shawn stopped licking me and said “I can’t wait any longer.â€Â
He pulled me up out of the chair, turned me around, and bent me forward. Then he shoved his cock into my pussy. He said, “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long!â€Â He started to pound away and lost all interest in what I wanted. He was pounding away and then he pulled out and turned to Roger. “Here you go! You’ve stretched her so much I can hardly feel a thing!â€Â
Roger walked behind me and put his cock against my cunt lips. Once its head was in he quickly plunged forward trying to get it all in. He was really giving me a good working over. Shawn was standing next to me and he started to play with the plug. He moved it in and out, just a little at a time. It felt strange, but it didn’t hurt. Since I wasn’t protesting, he started to lengthen the strokes. All of a sudden Roger stopped and pulled out of me. “Come over here.†was all he said.
He led me to the bed and got on his back and reached for my hands. “I want you on top facing me. I want to look at your eyes while we fuck.â€Â
I straddled him and sat on his dick. Shawn came up behind me and whispered in my ear. “I want to fuck you in the ass.â€Â
I said “Tell you what. I’ll let you fuck my ass after I see someone fuck yours.â€Â
“OK.†was his response. “I rather enjoy it, especially when it’s done while I’m getting head or fucking someone. It really makes my climax so much more intense! I let Craig fuck me when I fuck his wife. We’ll pretend
I said “I don’t believe it!â€Â
“If I show you, then will you let me fuck you there?â€Â
I thought “Uh oh, what have I done!†He again started to play with my plug. He pulled it out and pushed it in. He was using it to fuck my ass. These two were working together. I had a feeling that they had a plan. Then I felt it being pulled out and away and he said “Let me lube it up a little and put it back in.†He replaced it with a bigger one! I felt it touching me and it started to push into me.
“Whoa! What are you doing?â€Â
“Just helping you get ready. Craig and Sharon are coming back.â€Â
I heard
I looked over and Craig had moved behind
She looked over at me and said “I’m so glad you let me come with you! This is more sex than I had all year!â€Â
Shawn walked towards
“Sweet!†was his reply.
“Bonnie says that she’ll let me fuck her ass if she sees someone fuck mine! So stay right there. I want to make sure she gets a good view.â€Â
Craig pulled out of
He took one of the plugs from the chair and lubed it up. He inserted it and said “OK man, I’m ready!†He leaned forward until he was touching
She said “Oh my, I feel so full!â€Â
I watched Craig as he took some lube and smeared it on his dick. He looked at me as he walked behind Shawn and lined up to penetrate him. “Can you see ok? Why not come over here and watch?â€Â
I rolled off of Roger and noticed how full I felt trying to move with the plug in my ass. I reached down and removed it. I knelt next to Craig and he said “Here, why don’t you hold it and guide it in.â€Â
As I looked at Shawn’s ass I still couldn’t believe that something this big would fit in that small hole. But it did! Craig put his hands on Shawn’s hips and pulled himself forward until he was all the way in!
“Oh man! I still say your ass feels better than my wife’s cunt!â€Â
“That’s because Roger’s fucked your wife and he’s never fucked my ass! Would you do me a favor? Cum quickly so I get back to Bonnie.â€Â
Now the boys were developing a rhythm, and watching 3 people together like this was wild! I started to regret what I had said but it was too late now!
Roger said “Bonnie, come back over here.†I went to him and he pointed his erection to the ceiling and smiled. I walked around the bed so that I could play with it and watch the show. I started to stroke it and lick it then I felt Roger’s hand sliding down my back. He slid a little sideways to get closer to my ass. Then I felt him stick a finger in me while his thumb went into my pussy. He was rubbing his thumb and finger together, then he started to move them slowly in and out while maintaining contact. Wow! Craig was right. I thought I enjoyed sex before, but this experience was marvelous! I could see that Craig was speeding up.
 Then he said “Oh yeah! Oh fuck me! God I love your ass!†he was now all the way in and holding still. He must have cum.
Shawn looked over and said “Are you ready?â€ÂÂÂ
Roger said “Can I play too?â€Â
I said “Oh no, there's no way you’re going to fuck me there too!â€Â
“Take it easy! That’s not what I meant. Sit on me again while Shawn gets ready.â€ÂÂÂ
Once more I straddled Roger and put him inside of me. Shawn walked to the edge of the bed behind me. He climbed up and bent down.
“Why don’t you give Roger a kiss?â€Â
I felt hands on my shoulders as he gently pushed me forward. He kept them there and I felt him at my hole and then Shawn was pushing his cock up my ass!
Roger held my arms and said “Relax! You’ll love this!â€Â
I felt Shawn pushing, a little at a time! I was being penetrated by cocks in both of my holes! Roger pulled me closer and started to kiss me, sticking his tongue into my mouth. I wanted to scream but it all felt so good and strange at the same time! I had this cock in my cunt and my clit was on fire! Shawn was pushing his dick into my ass and I was torn between feeling violated and fulfilled!
I Said “Stop!†and both of them held still. I tried to relax and didn’t know what to do.
Roger said “I can feel Shawn’s cock. Please let me stroke while he holds still. I Think I can cum again!â€Â
Shawn said “Wait, I’m almost all in.†He pushed forward. “There! Go ahead Rog!â€Â
Roger started to flex his hips and I could feel the two of them rubbing against each other. Shawn was on my back and he whispered in my ear. “You feel wonderful! I owe you big time and I always pay my debts.â€Â
He began kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. Then Roger started to cum! He pulled my hips down and held himself in as far as he could. I swear I could feel him shooting. And then Shawn started moving again, slowly, seeing how I would react.
He said “Now it’s my turn.â€Â
Since I didn’t protest he got bolder and lengthened his strokes. “Oh yeah, you feel great! I’m going to cum!â€Â
And he pulled out and jacked off onto my back. He bent down and kissed and licked my asshole, and as he got off of the bed he said “That was fucking great!â€Â
I pulled myself off of Roger and rolled onto my back. “Shawn, will you make me cum one more time?â€Â
“Of course love, anything you want.â€Â
And he came to me, kissed me and kept kissing me as he worked his way down to my cunt. It didn’t take long. He was so gentle and was tonguing my clit ever so lightly. Oh I love being a woman! I came and pulled him up to me so that I could kiss him and taste myself.
“I think I’ve had enough!†was all I could say.
I looked over to Sharon and Craig. He was fucking her from behind and working a plug in and out of her ass. She had her hand between her legs and was working her clit. She said “Oh yeah, oh yeah! Ooh yes, I cumming!â€ÂÂÂ
As we were getting dressed Craig said “The club has two rules: Everyone needs a recent medical certificate showing that they’ve tested negative for HIV and STD’S. What ever you do to a spouse, the partner has the right to do it to yours!â€Â
I said “So Frank is with your wives. Do their plans include letting him fuck their asses?â€Â
Shawn said “Maybe. They’ve only had one rule: Neither of use can even think about sticking our dicks in Shellie’s ass because they don’t want to have to deal with Roger. I understood them to say that there was a surprise in store for him. Roger do you know what they’re up to?â€Â
“Yeah, Shellie told me all about it and she’ll confirm it when I get home. I sure hope she was successful.â€Â
I had to ask. “What were her plans?â€Â
Roger smiled at me and said “Shellie was going to get him to take her virginity. If she did, then next time we meet, you’re all mine!â€Â
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Hi I am sasi kala from chennai. I read all the stories and I thought of posting my own true story. Now I am 32 and I am married and I got a girl baby. I hailed from a very poor family. My father died when I was 7 and my mother was the one who struggled hard to live . After my 12th I got a seat for nursing in a college in chennai. And I was very lucky to get a job in a hospital in Saudi as soon as i finished my nursing. The agent charges us Rs.40000 to get the job. My mamma got the money for the interest of 5% per month. I was told that I will be paid qr1200 that is about rs 10000. I was very happy for this is going to be the first time to see so much money.
Finally I was in Jeddaha. They picked us from the airport and we where sent to the camp. There I met few of the seniors from
The following morning we where sent to general medical check up. It was amazing for it was a male who was doing the check up. I was upset. It was my turn and I went inside. He was checking for my pressure sugar etc. and finally he asked me to lift my sari for he wanted to check for the infection. I refused but he said there is much more things going to happen in the hospital and if you are not ready they will send me back to india. I remembered the interest my mamma is paying and i just laid in the bed. The man took advantage of my situation and he started rubbing my body. This was the first touch from a stranger and I started shivering. he placed his finger in the edge of my sari and slowly started lifting it up . I just closed my eyes so as the episod will be over soon. I could feel his hand caressing my calf muscle and then going further up. i started to weep. he lifted my saree so as my panty was visible. He rubbed it for a while and I could feel some strange feeling in me. he removed my panty down and was examining it and said you are still a vergin. he said you are so beautiful with great figure and you are very clean. He then added now you are sellected and you can join this hospital. Welcome to the new world and if you co operate you can earn a lot. And then sent me out.
How did you like my first experiance. Please comment so I can share more of my experiance to you
I was happy on onside for the confirmation I got for the job and on the other side nervous about what is going to happen. They gave me 2 set of uniforms and ask me to join the duty the other day.
The next day I was ready with my uniform. I noticed the gown was little above my knees as I was tall . Yes I am 5.8" tall. Luckily they gave us the stockings which was till the middle of my thighs and i was little happy. I looked my self in the mirror and the uniform was great on me . It was a right fit and I could say a little tight for my breast was a bit squeezes and bulging. The other co workers commented on me while I was having the breakfast.
The van picked us to the hospital and it was a general duty for us on that day. They have annouced the shifts will be there only from the next day, The first day of my duty was normal with the introduction of the people and know about the areas etc.
I was also introduced to a egyption doctor and he was the chief. He had a rough voice and was very commanding. One day he called me to his room and started shouting. I did not know the reason for his shouting and started weeping. He slowly came near and send something in arabi and wiped my tears. he gave me lots of advices of how I have to be at the hospital and he also said I have to co operate with the doctors and slowly he placed the hand on my shoulderd has if patter me. I did not know what to do and I was standing still. He was very tall about 6.3" and had a good body. He might be in his mid 40's. He very well knew that I am on mercy of him and could not do anything other than weeping. He slowly moved his left hand and directly placed the hand the right breast of mine. I was shocked and my legs started shaking. He said it should be 36 and started pressing it. First the pressing was less and then it became hard I nearly screamed. Tears started flowing and I was bitting my lips to stop crying loud. Both his hands are pressing my breast and squeezing. After some time he removed his hand and I thought he will let me go. But he gently slaped my face and when I opend my eyes he asked me to latch the door and come back. I pleaded him to leave me and he gave me another slap hard on my face and electric shock went through my nerves. He warned me that either I shuold co operate or get out of the country with the trail over some cooked up crime. I had no other go but to latch the door. While I was latching he came back from behind and started miling my breast. I could feel his man hood between my crack. I was just standing with the tears. His left slowly traced it way to my left cheek of my butt. He was tracing the crack of my ass and suddenly he slapped it hard. I jumped at that insteant. He was laughing with joy.
He told me that i will get such slaps if I do not react. He then grabed my hair and pushed my head to his crouch. He ordered me to undo the zip. I hesitatingly undid hid zip. He was wearing a boxer short and I could see the his monster making a tent. He pulled my hair hard and said I have to suck it and without his order I have to make him happy and warned me of further slaps. I touched his dick it was very fat and long and as soon as I was touching it , it was becoming more stronger. I said to myself do it to avoid slaps. I took the tip of the dick in tongue. He then pushed my head all the way into my mouth and in my throte , I couldnt breath. He was then pulling my head back and front with the speed and hissing. This went on for a while.
He then ordered me to show my ass to him and then to bent forward pushing by ass backward. He lifted the gown and he could see my white panty. He took the surgeon knife and I could feel the coolness in the crack of my ass as he was cutting them. He was please with my creamy round fleshy ass , ge gave me a light slap on the cheek. He took some creame and applied nicely to my virgin cunt and then to his dick. He tried to insert it to my cunt but mine was too tight. He order me to lift my ass a little further and to spread my leg and he pushed his organ inside. It was a torture and I started screaming as the monster hid inside my cunt. He was apllying all the force without mercy. Once he was fully in he gave me some time to breath and then started pulling and started reciprocating. The pain slowly vanished and I could feel I am wet and his jerks became faster, He was ridding me very fast and I could feel the heaven . I started moaning as he riddig the cunt. His hands were pearcing my fleshy hips and pushing and pulling them. He abused me with all the words . He was calling me a whore and I am fit for this. He said that I am only a meat for him with lots of hole and he could use them as he likes. And so on. This went for about 15 minutes and he pulled the monster out and turned me roung to face his dick and put it in my mouth and the splashed the sperm in my mouth and face. Then he relaxed.
He then order me to clean myself and proceed my nursing work. He gave me a diamond ring on that day and said he was pleased. He order me to come to his place any time when he calls.
My legs were sore and tired , I managed to get up and walk out of his office.
readers Let me know how you liked it. And I will post more of similar insidents.
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 It was a saturday night and I was going out with my girlfriend to Hollywood. She had wanted to go to two different places that night that sounded like a pretty good time to me, she wanted to go two a sex store and then to a strip club. So I looked around the internet for sex stores in Hollywood found a big one a couple of minutes away from the strip club she wanted to go to. I picked her up and off we went, when we got to the sex store she was all excited about going to one, we did not go to buy anything just to look around. So we were looking at all the toys, some I had to explain what they were others we both had no idea what they were. We looked at the very large dvd collection and looked at some magazinea and books. It was alot of fun and looking at all the stuff was
  We arrived at the club a in about 15 minutes we walked in and sat down pretty close to the stage, one thing about my girlfriend she is not bi(yet) but she is very bi curious she loves to look at other girls and really loves to look at other girls boobs, my girlfriend as very nice boobs herself about a 34-D. There was about 8-10 different strippers with about 4 of them really attractive. The strippers loved us that night because we were the only ones tipping. After a few dances me and my girlfriend sat right next to the stage and since we were the only ones tipping they gave us extra attention. They were putting there asses right in our faces and shaking there boobs in your faces which my girlfriend loved and of course so did I. It was really turning me on I could fell my cock getting harder, I had my arm around my girlfriend and she had her hand on my leg right next to my hardening cock. One stripper really caught my girlfriends eye she told me that she thought she was really hot, when that stripper was dancing my girlfriend wispered in my ear "you are so getting you dick sucked tonight". A few minutes later I got my girlfriend a lap dance from that stripper she liked, the stripper took us both into a different room I sat right next to my girlfriend as the stripper danced with her. It was so hot, she was grabbing my girlfriends tits and putting her tits in my girlfreinds face then sticking her ass in her face all the will me right beside her just watching and getting a huge hard on. When the dance was over I paid the stripper for the great dance and we left.
 We got to my truck(I have a SUV) that was parked on the street that was pretty lonely. I opened the door for her then walked around and got in the drivers seat. We immediatly started kissing, I reach over and starting touching her tits over her shirt and she reach down to grab my cock over my pants. She was jerking it over my pants for about two minutes while we were both still kissing she then undid my belt, unzipped my pants and grabbed my now very hard cock. She stroked it for a while and then stopped kissing me and leaned foward and put my cock in her mouth. She first sucked on just the head then started going up and down, it felt amazing getting a blow job right there in my truck on the street. She was sucking my cock for about 5 minutes when i looked across the street and saw a women in a window looking out toward my truck and talking on the telephone. I was not sure if she could see inside my truck because the street was very dark I told my girlfriend about the woman that might be looking at us and she stopping going down on me long enough to say "I dont care". She sucked my cock till i was on the verge of comming when she stopped and said lets go to the back seat. So we went to the back seat where I lifted up her shirt and she removed her bra to reveal her amazing size D tits, I started kissing her again while i played with her tits, I began sqeezing her nipples and she started to moan, I then removed my hand from her tit and reach down between her legs and started rubbing down there over her jeans. I then undid her jeans and reach in to touch her now very wet slit, I rubbed her clit while sucking on her tits she was now moaning more heavily. I stuck a finger in her wet hole and began finger fucking her. I was only at this for a short time when she pushed my back and told me that she wanted me to go down on her. I helped her remove her jeans and panties then she sat back, I went down to her very wet pussy and started running my tounge up and down your slit, she grabbed the top of my head and said "that feels so good". I started to suck on her clit and with my right hand inserted two fingers into her pussy and with my left hand played with her nipple. She was maoning loauder now and her body was shaking i was doing this for about ten minutes she told me she wanted me to fuck her. She sat up and reach for my cock and started jerking she then went down and starting sucking again until it was fully hard again. I then moved toward the center of the back seat and she sat on my legs with her tits right in my face. She then grabbed my cock moved faward and place the head into her pussy. She started moving up and down and i would do the same until you could hear are bodies slapping against one another. She was riding me all the time I was sucking on her tits and sqeezing her ass. I could feel myself almost at the point when she started going faster until I cummed then she collapsed foward onto me. We stated like that for a few minutes then she got off me we both got dressed and headed home.
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The Dream Gets Hotter
by willingwhiteslut@yahoo.com
 Before I write here, I just have to thank the dozens of wonderful people who have already made contact with me after my first attempt at a story the other day. The response was really overwhelming. My yahoo was overloaded a couple times and I think I lost a lot of add requests... if i didn't respond to your's please try again. I do hope to be able to talk to everyone eventually, but I am mostly looking for one true Ultimate Black Stud that I can give myself to totally.
 Now, as for that happening... my dreams are getting hotter now that I am talking to a few guys who are trying to get me to give in. Maybe I have found the right guy already, or maybe he
 I do think I will need to be 'forced' into this. I am like a moth searching the flame, so I will come closer and closer... but ultimately I fear to be burnt. I dream I will find a man who will force me to be stupid. A sane mother of two and 'loyal' married wife doesn't go onto the Internet and agree to webcam for strange men. I want to be made to do it. I want a Black man to tell me that I 'owe' it to Him. For white guilt. For the shameful ways that Niggers were treated as slaves. It is my turn to make amends. I have excited my stud now, and I have to make him happy.
 I won't do anything illegal or harmful to my kids... but I will take risks. The danger of getting caught excites me. I think I actually want to get caught in most of my fantasies. A couple of years ago I was playing with a white guy online in another situation. He ordered me to undress in front of an opened window while some of the neighbor college boys were in their backyard having drinks. I obeyed and it turned me on so much to know that they all unquestionably saw me as a slut. I don't know how close I was to getting fucked that night, but I want to be pushed to the limits. I want to be corrupted and I don't think there is a place I can't imagine going.
 Dreams are so amazing. Anything can happen. I could hear the phone ring at any moment. Maybe my husband will answer it... or maybe someone else in my family will? It could be my new lover calling. "Put Leta on the phone" He will command. Or maybe he will order 'the slut' to be put on the phone. It is such a danger to me... but I dream of it.
 I really want more. I want it real... not just in a dream.
 I want cock. Black cock. I want cum, I want a Big, Black, Nigger Cock to cum in my very unprotected pussy. Honestly, if I am told to do it... I will take fertility treatment to ensure that I will be ready to conceive for my Black Master when we get together the first time.
 My husband will positively be devastated. Sometimes he does watch some Interracial themed movies with me, but he is definitely not into them like I am. michael is racist... and in a bad way. he thinks he is better than any minority. For my perfect dream, I think I definitely want michael to be reeducated in some very serious ways. I will let my Nigger Master decide what is best for michael, but my own fantasies go crazy and again I don't think I have a limit what I can dream of. michael could be made to go gay. he could be forbidden from ever touching me again. he could be just beaten or much, much worst. I can imagine it all, and it all excites me. I guess, I would love to hear some ideas about this from my potential Masters if they have any,
 I definitely have my own ideas what can be done to me. I think anything can probably be done. I start with dreaming of becoming black pregnant immediately. If I could be inseminated today, I would do it... I swear on my children's life. If I had a Black Man right here... right now... who knew about my lust. If he ordered me to lay down this very moment. I do swear I would take it happy.
 Of course, that said... I don't actually go out and just do it. I think I will need to be 'forced' into things somehow. I hope someone can figure out how to do this to me.
 Once I am a Nigger's slut... I dream of the most humiliation use and abuse. I want to be spit on or pissed on. I want my hair pulled and my face bitch slapped just because the Nigger can do it. I want to know I am just His. He owns me. I serve only His pleasure.
 If I am given to friends then I will fuck them all knowing I still serve my Master. I represent Him, and I will bring honor to His glory by being the very best white slut I can be for everyone else. If my Master wanted to tattoo me as property of any Black... I do imagine a mark right on my face. Something that I could not hide from the public or from my family. Something that anyone would see and know that I am an owned and loyal Nigger's fuck slut now.
 Of course, a Black Baby would be a good sign. I want to have one with the darkest skin. I want to take Him or Her out in public and 'act' like I have 'no choice' but to breast feed. I guess it might be wrong to involve children in these ideas... but I guess too that I am not a right girl at this moment.
 The Black Lust overpowers me. I think I am ready for everything. I was so grateful for all the encouragement I got from my last story. It was amazing. I wish as a proper thank you I could line up for every Black Stud that wrote me... get on my back... and just spread for a gang-breeding lottery to see who could be the one?
 A lot of white boys wrote me too, and for all of them I think they are so sweet. In time I hope to be able to answer everyone. In my fantasy, maybe they all could be lined up next to my Nigger Lords and after each fuck, one of the white boy's could lick the excess from my freshly fucked pussy? The sperm inside would have to be left to do the most good though.
 I would like to write a real story here for people to read. Something that would be more of an adventure. If anyone wanted to help me, I would love suggestions of what would be the hottest ideas to put in a story. Should I be a willing cuckolding slut or should I be a fighting rape victim? Should I have just one Dominant Master, or should a gang of studs take me? Should my Black Lovers be older than I am or younger? Upper Class or homeless bums? Gang Bangers or a school's football team?
 I dream of all of it. I think other than ever imagining myself dismembered, there is nothing I haven't gotten off to for fantasy. I can even fear getting snuffed for all this crazy risk I am doing now.
 I do want to be Black Fucked though... so badly... so good. I want some stud to order me to send Him a plane ticket. Invite him to come and stay for as long as He wants. I want to figure a way to obey. It could take some serious planning, but I bet it could happen. I want to be fucked in my own marital bed. If my husband is tied up and made to watch that would be cool, but maybe he is just drugged so that he can't interfere. I want a Nigger Master who will make me betray every promise I used to be prisoner too. I now know my husband doesn't appreciate me the way I need it. he doesn't excite me the way I need it.
 Unless I get the sex thrill I need, maybe I will have to leave him. I think a Nigger would be doing my husband a favor my taking me as His slave. If michael will handle being a cuckold I am sure I could stay his wife at least in name. And I would be so happy being everything else for my Black Stud.
 I home school my children and it is hard to find too much time to just sit and write. I had hoped to write more here. I hope this is hot for people to read too. I felt I wanted to give something to all the fantastic people who messaged me yesterday.
 If anyone else wants to contact me, my yahoo is still willingwhiteslut@yahoo.com
 I think I am almost too busy as it is now... but I will try to answer all I can, any chance I get to sneak away from michael for even a few minutes. I love this now. Thanks
Leta
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I'd like to thank Steph (Mbop) for giving me alot of ideas for this story.
Mom and her boys pt. 2
The next day it was saturday. The sound of birds chirping and the sunlight breaking trough the blinds woke Jackie up. She moved to her left side and put an arm over her husband John and snuggled up to him with a smile. In her still dreamy and foggy state it took her a while to recognize the pain comming from between her legs. Her mind responded to it and she then remembered her dream. Her stomach reacted in butterflies as pictures of her sons having sex with her raced trough her mind. She couldn't believe how filthy and dir
She refused to think any more about her dream but then she felt pain on her ass as well. Her ass was so sore she could barely move her legs. As her brain started to awake a shocking reality was starting to hit her. The area around her pussy...and all the way to her asshole and buttcheeks were in pain. Her jaw muscles and throat felt funny, and then it hit her. The dream isn't a dream after all. She got knots in her stomach again once reality finally set in. She had sex with her children last night and came multiple times. Even her breasts were sore from all the attention the three boys had given them. She stopped hugging her husband and backed off in fear of waking him up. How could she face him after what she had done? How will she face her boys when she walks downstairs in the kitchen and is asked to cook them brekfast? She won't even be able to bend over to pick things up off the floor or stretch out to reach something in the kitchen...their eyes will be on her constantly.
She felt so ashamed and embaressed. A dark depression washed over her as she sat up on the bed. She could feel her head ringing like there were church bells inside of it. She also couldn't remember the last time she had come so hard or so much in one sitting, which wasn't making things better at all and only added to her guilt. Her twelve yearold was inside of her. How could she let herself get so carried away? Why didn't she think about the consequence, she remembered that she let Alex fuck her with no condom on. She then remembered that she let her youngest enter her with no contraceptive as well.
For all she knew she could be pregnant with one of the boys. What if she did get pregnant ...she would never be able to find out which one of the boys is the father because there would be a possibility of the authorities getting involved. Did she get so carried away with the boys because she had been ovulating prior to having sex with them? One thought after the other was making her more nervous and scared. She didn't know what to do and decided that the best thing was to get on with her shower and clear her mind with a cup of coffe so she could think about what to do next. She looked at the clock it was almost 9am and tip toed out of the room grabbing her robe and some fresh panties. She had to get the smell of sex off her body. She stuffed her panties deep into the hamper covering it with other clothes because she knew Alex might go searching for them later, like covering her panties would keep him from finding them.
She took her shower and took a deep breath while looking herself in the mirror. She started to wonder what kind of a mother she was. Was she the devil in sheep's clothing? She used to be such a loving and caring mother...why did she go trough with this? Was it because John wasn't interested in sex as much? "How could you blame him for your sins" She thought to herself. There was no way she was going to blame this on John. She told herself 'Why couldn't you just get a vibrator like most other responsible mothers...how could you violate your children like that.' She began to think that they might be scarred for life by her acts. How are they ever going to look at her as their mother again? 'They will just look at me like a whore'...she thought.
She decided that it was best to just act like nothing had happened and her defence mechanism told her to try not to think about this any more. She had only herself to blame so this was the only way to escape guilt and depression, so she just put on her robe and made sure it covered her entire body so that no man in the house could get a peak of her skin. For the first time in a while she did not put any make up on her face, she tried to make herself look as unsexy as possible and just proceeded into the kitchen. Alex and Mark were already in the living room and since there was no school they were spread out on the couch watching TV which is probibly what they would be doing all day. She didn't greet them and just walked into the kitchen and started making some coffee. She thought about different ways to say greet the boys, she was so nervous about facing them or even exchanging simple greetings with them.
Alex and Mark were nervous too. The situation was very awkward because the first thing their mom would usually do is ask how they slept and if they wanted something to eat. The house would be ringing with electricity and different things would be cooking. Jackie leaned against the counter and slurped her coffee slowly as she looked out the window. The youngest Mikey had just got out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth and joined his other brothers on the couch. None of them spoke. All three were very concerned with their mom because of how the night ended. They were also scared of their dad and how they would face him too after what they did to his wife last night. Mikey was the closest to their mom and most outgoing with her so he decided to go talk to her. Alex and Mark turned their heads following him as he walked to ward the kitchen. Mikey felt so bad and worried about her. Jackie gasped when she saw him enter the kitchen, like she saw a ghost. Mikey just walked up to her and leaned against the counter. An awkward silence went on for a few minutes.
"You ok sweetey?" Jackie decided to break the ice.
"I'm fine mom...and you?"
"I'll be ok, you want something to eat? Why don't you ask your brothers what they want."
She said it as she got the pan out and grabbed the eggs from the fridge. She made her movements as unprovocative as possible although the soreness made it quite difficult. Her sences told her to cover her body up as much as she could. She didn't hear a response from Mikey and it caught her by response when she felt his hands on her breasts and his cock on her ass as she reached up to grab a pan out of the cupboard. She grabbed his hands and took them off her breasts and gently pushed his cock away with her ass.
"Mikey ....listen to me carefully. What happened between me and you boys...." She decided to gather the rest of the boys around because she knew she might have the same conversation with all of them and this would only save some time. She told Mikey to sit down at the table and called out for the other two to join them.
"Alex and Mark come here mom has to talk to you boys." The two got up immediately and with some shame approached the table...unlike their younger brother they were actually scared of what their mom might say. They were also worried about her so Mark asked her as he sat down.
"Mom did you rest well? You kinda almost passed out yesterday."
Jackie assured them she was just fine. "I'm going to be ok don't worry about me I'm just a little bit sore. Alex gripped my hips just a little bit to hard so I have some marks on them but that's not what I wanted to talk to you boys about. We're going to have this conversation just once and before your father wakes up so sit tight until I'm finished. What we did last night and over the past few days was morally wrong and is considered illegal." The boys sat with their ears open but with their heads down.
"I want you to understand that this will never ever happen again. You must not tell your father or anyone else in your lives...this includes your best friends, as a matter of fact I want you to forget what we did and try to move on with our lives. I am your mother and mother's aren't supposed to have sex with their children. That's what girlfriends are for." She looked at each one of them. "Does everybody understand what I'm saying? This is serious." The boys looked at their mom half ashamed and Mark felt he had to say something because he was the oldest.
"I hear you mom and I'm sorry that we all got carried away...it's nobody's fault and I promise you I won't ever touch you or ask anything of you that might be sexual. Right guys?" He looked at his younger brothers who both just nodded. Jackie sighed with relief and hugged Alex and Mark and kissed each one on the cheek and forehead. She then walked over to mikey and kissed him on the forehead. She didn't want their relationship to change but this was in her mind one of the ways to get rid of feelings of self guilt and depression. She asked the boys what they wanted to eat and proceeded with brekfast.
She had thought that having that little talk with them would somehow erase what happened but it did absolutely nothing for her. She was severely depressed and started to doubt herself as a mother. She made them some eggs and poured each boy a glass of milk. She stood next to them and combed Mikey's hair as they all ate, watching her three kids. How could she have let herself commit the act of incest? None of the boys spoke as they ate which made her freak out even more. She remembered the day she gave birth to each and every one of them. She thought of how all the family came to the hospital from all over the country for each boy's entrance into the world. She remembered how happy she was and the first time she held them in her arms. Her thoughts went on farther when she breast fed the boys, all the sacrifice she put herself trough to keep her boys safe, how she coddled them. She remembered how when Mark was four years old he had such a bad case of fever her and John spent three days in the hospital while her mother Hannah watched Alex and Mikey who were to little at the time to know what was going on. She was so worried at that time and when Mark got better she was so overprotected of him and it had an effect on the other two boys. She thought about the first time Alex said "mommy" which was a huge deal for her because Mark's first word's were dad-da. She couldn't stop rubbing it into John's face.
She then thought about Michael and his first little league baseball game. She was so proud that one of her boys was into sports because Alex and Mark were anything but. Still to this day Mikey plays baseball nightly with his friends when he isn't on the travel team. She remembered how happy he was that his entire family was there to watch him and she regretted the fact that recently they haven't gone to his games as much as they wanted to because of everyone's busy schedule. Over all these years of care and worry for her kids and being overprotective and conservative and completely intolerant of anything that might put her boys at risk....she exposed her body to them and not only that she had sex with every single one of them...multiple times at the same time while her husband was on his way home from work. She couldn't believe how irresponsible she acted when Alex and Mike were fucking her in the basement while Mikey was watching out for their father and then Mikey ran down the stairs to join in on the fun and she didn't even think about what might happen if John had walked in on them. She even blamed herself for ignoring Mikey while he yelled at her from the stairs...she was so horny and nearing an orgasm that she ignored her boy in need, reguardless that what he wanted to do was give her anal sex....but still he needed her at that point. He yelled out for his mommy and she ignored him.
There was nothing that would help Jackie get rid of this guilt and every little thing she thought of just added fuel to the fire. Her worst fear of all of that was pregnancy. Her head felt like it was going to explode. She needed to get all this weight off her shoulders and tell someone ...but who? If she told her soulmate, their father John, he would leave her and probibly take the kids away and possibly have her locked up in a mental institution for child abuse. She loved him so much but she still couldn't face him after last night. She thought about calling her sister Barbara but she decided against it because they often had disagreements in life and there were some sleeping dogs who had better be left lying. She thought about going to a pschiatrist but who would listen to her story with an open mind? Then she thought of the person who might hear her out without judging her....her own mom Hannah. She had to tell her because if she didn't she might tell someone who could hurt her and her family. First she had to make sure none of the boys ejaculated inside of her.
"Ok now mommy has to go pick up some stuff from the grocerie store but before I leave I have to ask this. Do any of you remember comming inside of me. I know that when you two pulled me off Alex...that he was pretty close to comming isn't that right Alex?"
"I don't know mom...it just happened to quickly I'm not really sure I think that I let you know in time."
Mark decided to chime in "No I'm pretty sure we pulled him off in time because it was a couple of seconds after you were off him that he started cumming."
Jackie still after doing it with all three of them in every possible position, she was still not thrilled with that type of language.
"Ejaculating Mark. Nothing has changed ....we're not a bunch of sailors please watch your language ok?" She then looked at Mikey.
"What about you Mikey? Did you come into mommy?" And then it hit her. She remembered that he had filled her ass with his cum which then dripped down her pussy and got pushed inside by Alex's cock.
"Well I cam...err ejaculated into your butt mom." Her jaw dropped in shock. She had to get out of there. She ran her fingers trough her hair and gently massaged her belly with her right hand. Alex saw the worry on her face.
"Mom are you ok? Do you think that some sperm got inside of you?" Jackie responded hysterically.
"I don't know what to think anymore sweetey. Mark please make sure the table is clean when you guys are done I gotta get outta here before your father wakes up." She just ran off into the bathroom threw on some clothes, grabbed the car keys and her purse and took off.
She pulled into her parent's driveway and noticed that her hands were shaking. She still hesitated on telling her mother but because of the pressure on her conscience she went on. As she approached the door walkind up the porch steps she saw the cross hanging on the front door. Her mother was a very religious woman which Jackie feared would complicate getting her approval for what she had done. She got so choked up just before knocking on the door that tears started rolling down her cheeks. 'How am I gonna do this?' She thought to herself. She managed to wipe the tears off and pull herself together just before her father Ed opened the door.
"Hey dad." She kissed him on the cheek trying to hide her sadness. "Where's mom?"
Ed just greeted her with a hello and pointed to the basement. Jackie saw that he went right back to the TV which was a sign that he didn't notice anything strange with her. She proceeded downstairs and now started to cry again. She closed the door behind her so that her father couldn't hear the conversation out of hell. Her mom Hanna immediately noticed that something was wrong. She set the iron down and greeted Jackie.
"Hey sweetey" she kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Is something wrong? Have you been crying?" She wiped the tears off Jackie's face. "Here sit down you can tell me."
Hannah knew something seroius was going on. It wasn't too often that Jackie came to her in tears. The last time this had happened was when she was in high school and there was an issue with a boyfriend. Hanna felt comfort in knowing that her daughter always came to her first in times of trouble, but this was different. She figured her and John had a fight.
"What is it sweetey." Jackie was beside herself. The more her mom tried to pry an answer out of her the more emotional she got. "Did you and John get into a fight? It's ok you can tell mom."
Jackie finally spoke. "Its horrible mom. I'm a horrible person....I don't even know how to say it."
Hanna pulled her closer to herself and let her rest on her bosom "It's all right I won't tell anyone you can confide in me."
Jackie finally managed to blurt something out. "Mom I cheated on John."
Hanna was shocked but managed to stay somewhat calm. "That's awful honey, I'm sure there was a good reason for it...now who was it?"
Jackie took her head off her mom's chest and blew her nose into a tissue. "It's worse then you think...I commited incest, please don't get mad at me."
Hanna couldn't believe what she was hearing. Who could she have done this with? "You mean when you were in high school? I knew your cousin Johnny was up to no good. Was that what you are upset about? It's ok young girls make mistakes."
Jackie couldn't believe her mom would think of her cousin Johnny of all people. "No mom not Johnny. I only wish it was that simple."
Hanna grew more impatient by the minute and was bordering on getting angry "Well who was it, your sister Jean?"
"No mom...what's wrong with you? Although that would be better then what actually happened."
"Jackie sweetey you're worrying me here. Now tell me what happened."
Jackie fought back tears as she blurted it out "I messed around with my boys."
Hanna was having a hard time comprehending what she was saying. "What boys..what are you talking about."
Jackie was flat out in tears "My sons mom, your grandsons I cheated on my husband with his own children."
"Well what do you mean messed around? What did you do for gods sake?"
Hanna never used god's name in vein which terrified Jackie from speaking any further. She blew her nose into a napkin again and sat back a little bit relieved for actually telling someone. She felt like a weight was off her shoulders but at the same time she was worried sick about how her mother would process this. Neither woman spoke for the next five minutes. Hanna was trying to gather her thoughts and maybe figure out how this might have happened. She needed to find out more in order to help her daughter who was in obvious distress. She worried Jackie would have a nervous breakdown from the way she was crying, so she decided that speaking about it and letting her get it off her shoulders would be for the best. She needed to let her daughter know that she's there for her..no matter what.
"Ok honey, now tell me exactly what happened. You said you messed around with Mark...how what happened, you can't just sit there crying we have to get to the bottom of this. I'm here for you, you know that I will try to help you as best I can." She took Jackie's hand in her own and held it lovingly. She had no idea what she was about to hear but decided to keep an open mind.
Jackie finally spoke. "It wasn't just Mark mom. It was Alex and Mikey too."
Hannah's fears grew by the moment. How could she mess around with a thirteen yearold boy? She wasn't even aware that boys had sexual feelings that early in life.
"Ok just tell me what happened. I'm not gonna get mad I promise I'll try to help you get trough this."
Jackie began to tell her. "Well mom...it all started very innocently." She heard the celing squeaking up above them and got startled. Her father was walking around the house and she turned around and looked at the door with worry.
"Don't worry about your father honey he can't hear us. Now continue on."
"Well it started innocently one night." there was a long pause. She had no idea how to continue this but it had to happen so she just went on. "About a week ago last saturday, It was raining and the thunder was very loud so Mikey came and woke me up. He wanted to sleep with me and John because he was afraid of the thunder but I knew that if he woke John up....neither of them would get back to sleep and he had to get up early to go to work that day, so I told Mikey I would go sleep in his room. Mikey kept tossing and turning and just wouldn't go to sleep. He put his head on my breasts and I could tell that his eyes were open and that he was staring at them. I don't know what came over me but I figured if I showed them to him he would fall asleep like when he was a baby. I had no idea that he would ask to suckle on them."
Hanna was sort of relieved. She thought she would hear something much much worse. "Well that's not that bad honey. Did he finally fall asleep?"
"No mom. He did not fall asleep. It gets much worse then that. Are you sure you want to hear this?"
"Yes for the love of god....what happened then?"
"Well he started to suckle on one of my...you know."
Hanna tried to help her "Nipples...yes."
"Yes nipples. Well he sucked on my left nipple and started to grope my right one with his hand. After a few seconds he put his hand down my stomach and tried to put it in my panties. I grabbed his hand and pulled it out and put a stop to it all." Hanna sighed with relief. How could she let him get as far as the panty line? 'How irresponsible of her'...she thought.
Jackie went on "Well the next morning when John left with Alex and Mark, Mikey came to me and said that he had blue balls. The poor thing didn't know that there were ways to relieve that so I helped him out myself."
Hanna's breathing quickened as shock took over her body. "What do you mean you helped him out? Why couldn't you just show him what to do without touching him?"
"Well we were running late and he had no clue how to even begin so I did it for him." She decided to leave out the part when she spread her legs to give him some stimulation and quicken his orgasm.
"Later in the car he kept bugging me to show him my vagina later at home so for some reason I said I would show him after work." Jackie saw that her mom's jaw was dropped. She obviously couldn't believe what her daughter was telling her but she said "Continue" anyway.
"Well when we came home I was going to shave myself down there so I thought I could use that as an excuse for him to see it in the bathroom. So eventually he helped me shave it and clean up the pubes and everything. He grew more and more curious and since John hasn't been really 'active' in the bedroom....I kind of went along and proceeded to show him more and more of it."
Hanna was catching on. "What do you mean? You mean you got excited over this?"
Jackie immediately covered her face with her hands and started crying again while nodding her head "Yes!"
Hanna Pulled her hands off her face and reassured her that telling her what happened would only make her feel better. "You have to get this off your chest ....tell me what happened after that?"
Jackie sniffled as she continued. "Well, I asked him if he wanted to do it with mommy, and of course he nodded yes...so I told him to go to our bedroom and bring back one of John's condoms. He found one but it was to big so eventually he had to do me with no condom at all. He was very quick and finished in seconds."
Hanna couldn't believe she was about to ask the following "Did you finish too?" Jackie just nodded yes in response and continued. "He didn't finish inside of you did he?"
Jackie was still in complete shock that her religious mom hadn't disowned her yet. She was starting to really realize how much her mom loved her. She feared continuing on as she looked at Jesus on a cross hanging on the wall behind Hanna's back. She then glanced over to her left where there was another picture of Jesus with The Bible sitting next to it. She figured that if her mom hadn't put her in a straight jacket yet...she might as well finish telling her the story and help get this off her chest.
"No mom he finished on my stomach. I was very careful about that." Jackie sounded like a teen trying to convince her mother of her innocence after being caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. She then remembered that a few droplets of semen landed on her pussy and asshole but decided not to mention that. Hanna sighed with relief and then made a hand gesture for her to continue.
"So the next day I went down to the pool and immediately noticed that he had told Mark and Alex who both started bugging me to let them have sex with me because it "wouldn't be fair" if I didn't. I agreed to let them suckle on my breasts and kiss me too but then Mikey spilled the beans that I let him lick me down there too...." She then remembered that she never mentioned the oral sex part.
Hanna was even more shocked now. "You let Mikey give you oral? Was that before or after you had sex?"
Jackie answered "It was just before....but he only licked me for a few seconds so it was like it never even happened."
"So what happened with Alex and Mark after that?"
"Well I took my top off by the pool and let them kiss me and suck on my breasts and then they talked me into letting them have sex with me, but I agreed only under the condition that they both had to wear condoms so we went to the grocery store to get some condoms and milk and flour for dinner that night."
Jackie felt that skipping everything wouldn't be punishing herself, so she decided to give her mom every detail hoping to in some way make her self pay for those actions. The more she kept telling the story the more comfortable she got with it, and she noticed that her mom's face had relaxed a little bit and she wasn't in that big of a shock which surprised her more then anything.
"When we were in the store Alex asked me to let him give me oral so we went into this bathroom by the pharmacy where I let him lick me and then when he was finished I blew him. Then the pharmacy lady came out of nowhere and asked if she could come inside and watch me blow Alex. We both approved so she came inside and held Alex's hand while I finished my...you know my business on him."
Hanna knew all the pharmacy people there "Was it the older tall lady Sabrina?"
"Yes how did you guess?"
Hanna always felt that she looked godless to her with her skimpy short pharmacist skirts. Her blood was boiling that her daughter let that athiest slut inside to watch that type of business going on between a mother and son of all people. Hanna remembered that Sabrina often looked at her breasts and legs when she went over there to pick up her blood pressure medicine. It made her want to puke but she decided to respond to her daughter's question in a rather moderate way.
"I don't know honey she always struck me as that type of person." Hannah's tone led Jackie to believe she was judging her. 'What else could I expect'....Jackie thought to herself. 'She has every right to judge me after what I've done but why does she make it sound like such a putdown. Oh dear god my own mother thinks I'm a complete slut...I can't let her think that because I'm not.'
"What type of person do you mean mom? You don't think I'm a slut do you?" She barely finished the sentence as her voice quivered.
Hanna tried to wiggle out of it. "Oh no honey I didn't think for it to come out like that at all. I don't think you're a slut. You've just done something that's un Godly and wrong and it was just a mistake and now we'll work on fixing it as much as we can. I'm just trying to help you honey, I know you got carried away with it and you just wanted to make the boys happy. I completely understand that Mark and Alex cornered you after the business...with Mikey."
Jackie felt a little bit relieved. If her mom was lying she was a damned good liar but she wanted to think what best suited her and decided to continue on with the story.
"Well ok mom I'm sorry I just don't want you to send me off to a mental institution or something. That's why I'm telling you all of this is because I feel so guilty and I will never let it happen again and I believe this is the best way to deal with this."
Hanna smiled "Ok honey I'm glad you learned from your mistakes, but please continue telling me what happened when you got home." She was shaking with fear of her daughter becomming pregnant with an incest child. The thought of it made her kringe. She could never let her have an abortion and it would mean they would have to go trough with the pregnancy.
Jackie smiled back at her mom and continued as they held each other's hands. "Well we headed back home and I knew we had about an hour and a half before John got home but I still had Mikey watch out for him upstairs while I had Alex and Mark wait for me in the basement and get their condoms ready. I straightened out a bit and went down to the basement. They wanted me to wear these silly heels so I put them on. Then I put condoms on them both and laid back on the couch. Mark entered me from below and I took Alex in my mouth while he was kneeling to my left. We continued on for a little bit but then I got interrupted by Mikey who was screaming at me from the stairs. I guess he heard us from the first floor and couldn't resist comming down and ...you know trying to get a taste of me again."
Hanna was silently praying to the lord in her mind that her daughter had all the boys keep their condoms on. She knew her daughter wasn't on the pill because she taught her never to use contraceptives like those.
"He ran over to me and begged me to let him do it with me again. I was very close to another orgasm so I told him to hold on a little bit. He then played with my breasts and stimulated my clitoris in order to speed up the process. After that they all started bickering about who's going to get to have sex with me and then Alex said that Mikey already got to go in my vagina and that I should let him do me now...so in order to shut everyone up I had Alex sit on the couch and I got on top of him while Mikey entered me from behind...you know in my butt."
Shivers ran trough Hanna's body. How could she not use the missionary possition? How could she go against the Bible and God himself and ride her son like that and to top it all off the other one took her anally. Hanna was about to call it quits and have her daughter stop but she somehow managed to gather herself and listened on.
"Mom I forgot to mention. We had run out of condoms. All the condoms I bought at the store were now ruined and John was out of condoms which I knew for a fact."
Hanna had to interrupt her. "So why didn't you run into the store and get some more condoms." She tried not to sound judgemental.
"Well I didn't want to go trough it all again with them. I think Mikey would have thrown a fit had I gone to get some more condoms...besides I told Alex to be careful but....."
Jackie stopped speaking for a second and thought to herself whether she should mention the fact that it was possible she dind't get off Alex's cock in time. She was also 70 percent positive that some of Mikey's semen had entered her once he ejaculated inside of her asshole and some of it leaked out and dripped down the length of her slit and got pushed into her canal by Alex's cock. She had no idea how her mom would react to this.
Hanna interrupted her thoughts "But what...what happened?"
"Well I don't think I will get pregnant but something bad did happen." Hanna was breaking a sweat now.
"Well I got on top of Alex and I took mark's penis in my hand while Mikey entered me from behind." Hanna kringed again. Did she have to repeat the set up one more time?
"Ok go on what happened then.."
Jackie saw that her mom was losing patience so she just continued in a hurry. "Well we started doing it and in the heat of the moment I got a little bit carried away and wasn't really paying attention to what was going on. Mikey finished inside of my butt and some of the semen dripped down to my ....you know and I'm pretty sure alot of it got pushed inside by Alex. Mikey eventually got limp and pulled out and Mark also finished."
She decided to skip the fact that she swallowed some of her oldest son's cum.
"And then Alex started doing me very fast after which I had another orgasm and failed to realize that he started to ejaculate. Mark and Mikey quickly pulled me off of him but I'm not sure if they did that in time. They then carried me upstairs and I fell right asleep.... didn't even wait for John to come home...I just couldn't face him after what had just happened." Jackie grabbed another napkin and blew her nose while looking at her mom with fear.
Hanna just sat back and gave it a real long thought. A few minutes later she spoke.
"Well..the only thing we can do now is wait for your period to hopefully come." She scooted closer to her daughter and put a hand on her forehead. "Did you get hot at all or maybe get sick this morning?"
"Mom I don't think the simptoms kick in that early...like you said we'll just have to wait."
Mother and daughter locked eyes for a minute. Hanna started to feel really funny as she looked at her beautiful daughter. She was always a good girl. She never went out with to many boys or had sex in high school...or at least she thought that was the truth. She always listened to her and never talked back. How could this happen? Hanna decided that she could not let this go on. She had to make sure that her daughter wouldn't violate her grandchildren like that any more, but most of all she wanted to avoid having another grandkid who is a product of incest. She was willling to lay everything on the line to help her daughter who she now thought might be a little bit sick. But was she really sick? She thought to herself. Could she have just gotten carried away in the heat of the moment? She understood how a woman could react to being deprived of sex especially when ovulating. She knew first hand because she had been deprived of sex for quite a while. Jackie's father had long ago lost his sex drive and Hanna was practically starved for it. The more she thought about this whole thing, the more it made sence to her. 'Stop thinking evil thoughts like that....that was just crazy and wrong now do the right thing and put a stop to this'. She was angry with herself.
After a long pause Hanna finally spoke. "Sweetey I hope you understand that you can't do this sort of thing any more." Jackie just nodded her head in agreement as her mom continued.
"I mean I understand what it's like to go on without sex for a while, believe me I'm human too." Jackie giggled inside but still didn't know what her mom was talking about.
"But you can't let yourself turn to the boys. Get a vibrator or something...go to an adult book store." Jackie decided to interrupt.
"Why..have you been to an adult bookstore mom?" Hanna just sat there without answer.
"You and dad haven't been doing it lately have you?" Hanna was embaressed.
"Oh stop it your father is just fine...he's just in a slump thats all." Jackie knew that wasn't the truth.
"No mom it's ok I know he's not fine. He hasn't looked at me in years....I know daddy lost his sex drive."
Hanna was a little bit confused now. "What do you mean he hasn't looked at you?"
"Well mom....when I was younger daddy used to check me out alot more. I would often catch him looking at my breasts or butt and he would just play it off like nothing had happened. A few times I even felt him get hard when I sat on his lap but as the years went by he looked at me less and less and I'll be truthful with you I was a little bit disappointed. I had thought that it was me that lost the looks but I was proven wrong over the past few days by the way my boys looked at me, and you know...... did it to me."
Hanna was shocked but at the same time interested in this story. "Aww common that's nonsence. Your father never looked at you sexually. He looked at you lovingly and when you sat on his lap it was just a natural reaction. They get hard when there's pressure on them it's just a normal thing, there was nothing sexual there."
Jackie completely disagreed. "Ok mom believe what you want but they are all still like animals. Trust me. I mean look at my boys, none of them had a problem getting hard." Jackie just realized what a swing this conversation just took. They went from tears and fears to just casual sex talk. She wondered if her mother would go along.
"He really looked at you like that? Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Well I didn't want to freak you out. I didn't know how you would react to that but I just dealt with it like nothing had happened." Hanna smirked at her daughter and both women were happy that the tention was gone.
Hanna thought about all the times when Ed might have been looking at her. She thought about the time he bought her an above ground pool...was this all he had in mind? She thought about the time a few years ago when they all took a cruise together and Jackie was in her bikini almost all of the time. This news was kind of soothing her. She was also doubting her looks and blamed herself for the lack of attention he paid to her. She had dressed quite provocatively for an older lady and often walked around the house almost half naked to get his attention. This news helped her get some of the confidence back. Up until a few years ago she was a regular at the gym and she would often get hit on by young men almost a third of her age but she just found it absolutely inapropriate at the time. Now thinking back on it she felt happiness that young men could still find a grandmother of three, attractive.
Jackie broke the silence. "Mom you're not gonna tell him I told you that are you?"
Hanna snapped out of her deep thoughts "Oh no sweetey you don't have to worry about that. In fact I'm kind of glad to hear you tell me this because I was doubting my looks recently and blamed myself for not being able to get him attracted to me like he used to be. I tried everything, I wore all these silly outfits that only a teenage girl should wear."
Jackie noticed for the first time troughout this whole conversation that her mom's skirt was inapropriately short. It was at least 3-4 inches above her knees. She can't recollect ever seeing her mom wear something as short as that. "She must be starved" Jackie thought to herself. She noticed her mom's legs were still quite shapely and strong. She felt a tingle in her pussy as her eyes went over her mother's thighs. Hanna caught her lookin and awkwardly stood her cute tush up and pulled her skirt down a bit with a shy smile on her face. 'Did I just make my mom blush?' Jackie thought to herself. She decided to stay on the offence on this topic.
"So when was the last the two of you did it?"
Hanna's jaw dropped. 'How could she ask me such a question?.' She thought, but still responded.
"Not that it's any of your business but it's been at least 8 months."
"Oh my god mom you haven't had sex in eight months!?!?" Hanna shushed her and told her to tone it down.
"You must be absolutely starved for it. Have you tried a vibrator?"
"Jackie I am not having this conversation with you this is crazy. No I have not tried any vibrators." Jackie had her cornered. Hanna acted like she didn't want to talk about it but her daughter senced that she might be a player in this.
"So you never looked at me in a silly way like daddy did when I was younger?"
"No. Are you crazy? I'm not some sicko and I'm not into women. You're not gonna tell me you've been with girls too now, are you?"
"No mom I have not...but I was always a little bit bi curious. It's just hard to ignore how attractive some women can be. I know you must have been bi curious too, I'm sure every woman questioned her sexuality at one point in her life."
Hanna knew her daughter was right. 'But would admitting to it be right? How would Jesus react to this?' She asked herself. 'He probably already knows so it can't be that big of a deal.'
"Well sure I've been bi curious, you said it yourself every woman gets that way at one point." She looked at her daughter who was now smiling. She noticed she was looking at her breasts and legs and nodding like in that "I caught ya" kind of silly way.
"Why are you looking at my legs Jackie...what's wrong with you today you aren't yourself." Hanna said with a smile while she covered her legs with her hands.
Jackie decided to push this a little further. She wiped the smile off her face and took her mom's hand in her own. "Look mom I'm your daughter and I hate to see you unsatisfied like this. If you want to kiss me right now I just want you to know I'd be ok with it. I won't make a big deal of it I promise."
Hanna didn't know how to respond to that. She looked at her daughter's wet lips and couldn't deny the fact that they looked very inviting. If she was going to go trough with this she needed something in return.
"Ok how about this. If I kiss you, you have to promise me that you won't touch the boys ever again...... Deal?"
Jackie was in complete agreement with this. She wasn't going to touch them anyway.
"Oh common mom you make it sound like It's all my fault. They pursuied it much more then I did, but fine I promise I will never touch them ever again."
The two women shook hands and scooted toward each other. Hanna coudln't believe what was about to happen here and worse of all she couldn't believe that she was kind of looking forward to it. She moved her face closer to her daughter's and ignored the cross that was hanging on the wall. Jackie placed her right hand on her mom's left knee and held it there as their lips met. Jackie opened her mouth and met her mom's tongue. They began to kiss slowly and Jackie moved her hand up Hanna's thigh making it almost to the skirt. She wasn't sure how her mom would react but didn't get any sign to stop. She went further up her inner thigh and under her skirt. Hanna stopped her but never broke up the kiss. Jackie felt her mom's hand on her own but still decided to push upwards toward Hanna's pussy. She met little resistance and finally came into contact with her panty line. A million thoughts a second were racing trough Hanna's head. She knew she needed this but could she let it go on? Her pussy was dripping wet and Jackie could feel how soaked her panties were. Jackie smiled as her mom assaulted her mouth. She couldn't believe how in only the past few days people have been getting horny over her. Her three sons and now her own mother. Hanna soon started humming as she suckled on Jackie's tongue. Jackie suddenly felt her mother's hand on her left breast, groping it and squeezing the nipple. She directed her mom's hand under her shirt and lifter her bra easing her way to the bare tit. Hanna continued to grope her daughter but was a little bit surprised that she hadn't felt Jackie's fingers on her pussy yet. The reality of the situation suddenly hit her and she hurried to put a stop to it before that actually happened. Hanna backed off her daughter's mouth and slipped her hand off Jackie's breast.
"I'm sorry honey but this is crazy. We can't continue this this is just wrong."
Jackie awkwardly pulled her hand from underneath Hanna's skirt and adjusted her shirt.
"I'm sorry mom I thought you wanted it."
"I do honey and it has nothing to do with you it's just wrong. I guess I'll get a vibrator like you said earlier. Now please go home and resolve this situation with your kids...I need some time to think."
Jackie was kind of disappointed but respected her mother's wishes. "Ok mom. I guess I'll call you later this week?"
"Yeah Give me a call in about a week we should be able to find out wether you're pregnant or not by then." Mom and daughter hugged each other and kissed each other on the cheek. Jackie got in her car and headed home.
By the time she parked the car in the garage her seat was wet from her pussy juices. Her panties were ruined. She grabbed some towels, wiped the seat off and ran into the house hoping that John wasn't there.
Over the next couple of days the tention in the house was very heavy on everyone. The boys acted like robots whenever Jackie was around. Jackie was no different. She spoke to her kids like they were strangers living in her house. It was taking a heavy toll on everyone and the one thing that Jackie was happy about was the fact that John was working on the west coast for the next few months and he only managed to come home once or twice a week. When he did come home everyone tried to act as natural as possible. Jackie was so worried about being pregnant that she avoided sex with John. She expected her period in a few days which was putting a lot of strain on her. She couldn't stop thinking about how her mother would react to what happened between the two of them. She hadn't talked to her since it happened two days ago. She feared the same awkwardness would arise with her. Jackie also noticed that the boys were still looking at her. No matter how much she tried to dress down they were all still checking her out. She tried to take them to the movies to see Harry Potter hoping to ease the tention but nothing seemed to work. She promised them she would take them to Six Flags next month when John got a week off. No matter how hard she worked to put their sexual episode behind, the awkwardness continued.
About a week later...a feeling of sickness woke her up in the middle of the night. She ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. She looked at the clock...it was just past 4am. Her worst fears are comming true. This is the first simptom of pregnancy. She started to panic and decided to run over to her mother's house because she still had 3 hours before the boys would be waking up for school.
Hanna opened the door wearing her night gown. Jackie caught a glimpse of her bra before Hanna managed to tie the gown and cover herself.
" Jackie what's going it's four o'clock in the morning." As soon as Hanna saw her tears she figured what happened.
"Mom I woke up this morning and I felt so sick I had to throw up in the toilet."
Hanna tried to calm her down by hugging her. "Relax sweetey come sit down I'll make you a cup of tea. It doesn't mean anything yet. People get sick all the time...what did you eat last night?"
"I didn't eat anything I just had a boiled egg, I've been having trouble sleeping since the last time I saw you. I thought you were mad at me."
Hanna yelled from the kitchen as she started making tea. "Don't be ridiculous honey, I just felt a little bit awkward and I didn't want to call you right away. I'm not mad at you at all." She sat back down next to her daughter as she let the tea brew.
"Where's dad is he sleeping?"
"Oh don't worry about him he's out like a log." She handed her a Pregnancy test stick and told her to go into the bathroom and hold it in her urine stream. Jackie came out a couple of minutes and showed her mom the stick which indicated she was in fact pregnant. Both women sat down without saying a word. They each thought long and hard about what to say next.
"I can have an abortion mom!"
"No. We're not doing an abortion. We're not baby killers." Hanna was dead set against abortion. That was the only option she would not consider. She thought abortion was simply murder. She was one of the outspoken pro life members of the city board. There was no way in hell she would let her daughter do that.
"What am I gonna tell John mom?"
"John doesn't need to know. All he needs to know is that it's his fourth child. Are you even sure it's not his...when was the last time you did it with John?"
"Trust me mom it's not John's. I don't even remember the last time we did it. It might be even a couple of months."
Hanna tried to calm her down. "Ok honey just don't panic. It's not that bad. Nobody needs to know. It's just another child that's all. We'll take care of it like nothing out of the ordinary happened." Hanna was in a way joyful that her daughter was pregnant again...no matter who the father might be. She hugged her daughter and assured her that everything would be all right. Hanna hated to bring it up but she just had to know.
"So who do you think is the father?"
"I don't know it's probibly Mikey's. Alex could be the dad too, well now that I think about it it could be Mark too for all I know. They all went in there without a condom but it's more then likely that it's Mikey's because I actually felt his sperm get inside of me."
Hanna hugged her again and kissed her forehead. "That's ok sweetey it's not the end of the world. I'm sure the baby will be healthy and we'll go on with our lives like nothing had happened."
"But that's the problem mom. It's exactly the opposite of that. Living in that house with the three of them is like hell. I can't even look at my sons any more without having those pictures course trough my head. Thank God I don't have to face John every day because If I had to do that I don't know If I could take it."
This last comment concerned Hanna a lot. To her, Jackie started to sound a little bit suicidal and she wouldn't have any of it. She started to doubt that Jackie could ever repair her relationship with her sons. How could she go on trough life like that? Seeing them marry and have kids with their own wives all the while knowing that one of them is the father of their youngest sibling? There was no solution other then to continue the sex with all three of them. 'In the end would that be so bad?' Hanna thought to herself. 'Who would get hurt? John would never find out.' She couldn't believe it but that's what she was leaning toward. She figured that their complicated incestious relationship would outweight the damage that's pushing her daughter almost near suicide. She knew she had to advise her correctly, and no matter how unorthodox the advice...she bravely went on.
"Jackie look at me." Jackie took her head off her mom's shoulder. Hanna wiped the tears off her eyes.
"I think that it's best for you to continue what you started."
"What do you mean mom?"
"Well the way I see it is there is no way this is going to change. It will only get more and more awkward once the baby is born. It can only put more strain on your relationship. I think it's best if you continue having sex with them, but you have to set parameters and make rules. You can't have unprotected sex and no more group sex, that's just un Godly. You do what you want but life's experience tells me that post sexual relationships between people never seem to work. They only work if the two people continue their sexual relationship...or four people in this case."
Jackie found herself agreeing with her mother. She always took her advice troughout life and most of the time she found her mom to be right.
"They still look at me...sexually. I can't say that I've been in the mood for it..." before she finished Hanna interrupted her.
"You haven't been in the mood because of the awkwardness and nervousness. The way to get rid of all of that stress is to renew your relationship by having sex with them. That's what they all still want..you just said it yourself."
Jackie couldn't believe that her mom was actually trying to get her to commit incest again. "I promised I would take them to Six Flags and I've been trying to act as normal as possible but nothing seems to work."
"That's because all they think about is having sex with you again. You just have to do it in a civil manner. You must teach them to be quiet about it and not go into tantrums when you won't give it up. In order for it to work you must be the boss. I suggest you create a schedule."
"I have to think about this mom. I don't know what to do any more but thank you for your advice you know I've always appreciated it." She kissed her mom on the cheek and again noticed her blush. Hanna brought over the tea and they continued to talk.
After she dropped the boys off at school she had the entire day to think. If she was going to go trough with it, there would have to be a set of rules. She enjoyed the three of them at the same time because she loved them all so much, and having them all inside of her at the same time was probibly the most loving experience of her entire life. If she was going to go trough with this she would have to leave the group sex on the table but would have to pick one day of the week for it, and only on that day. She spent the rest of the day planning out what to do and how to present it to them. On the ride home she spoke to John for less then 20 minutes and had a hard time concentrating on the conversation considering the fact that she was on her way home to tell his kids on what days it is appropriate to fuck his wife. After telling him that she was pregnant again...she was kind of surprised the way he reacted ot it. He wasn't to thrilled to have yet another child with the uncertainties arising in his line of work and the shaky future that was ahead. He brought up abortion but as soon as Jackie reacted negatively to it he stopped pushing it. The conversation ran out of steam as they both grew more unsatisfied with the other. Jackie's hands were shaking as she held the phone. She finally hung up and headed for the house.
After she cooked dinner she sat down with the three of them to eat. Her apetite was almost non existent and the boys also had trouble eating. Everyone was very nervous, but Jackie decided to go on with presenting her plan to them. She spoke with authority in her tone.
"I have to talk to you guys so please everyone put down your forks." The boys obeyed her and met her eyes for the first time in days.
"Now this can't go on like this. This awkwardness is just killing me and I can tell that you guys aren't feeling very good either. First I have to tell you that I'm pregnant."
All three boys dropped their jaws. Mark looked at Alex who looked at Mikey.
Alex started to get annoyed with Mark's stare "What are you looking at me for? It could be your baby for all we know."
Mark responded angrily. "It was you and you know it. You just had to make it last didn't you?" The boys started bickering and Jackie jumped in.
"STOP IT YOU TWO. There will be no more fighting in this house from now on. Mark it wasn't Alex...and it couldn't have been Mark either. It was probibly Mikey." Everyone looked at poor little Mikey who was playing with his spaghetti.
"What I do?" he responded with fear. He thought everyone was going to rain a shit storm on him like they usually do for all the shenaningans he's involved in.
Jackie didn't want to scare him. "Don't worry honey Mom's not mad at you. It's my own fault. What happened was when Mikey... Ahhhemm"...she cleared her throat
"When Mikey finished in my butt...some of it trickled down and Alex helped push it inside of me." She further explained to them what she thought had happened. She also let them know that abortion was out of the question and that grandma knew about the whole thing. She assured them that nobody was mad at them and that grandma was very understanding with everything.
Just when Mark and Alex started to think that they would be shipped off to an orphanige or that the whole family was going to fall apart and that their father would disown them...they heard their mom say the following:
"Now I thought really long and hard about this and I figured that the best thing to do was to continue our sexual relationship." All the boys looked at her in shock. They were happy but at the same time worried about the consequences.
"But what about dad?" Mark asked.
"Dad doesn't have to know. We'll tell him it's his baby and I've set a number of rules about when and how we can have sex. The main thing for all of you to understand is I call the shots. You can't bother me and If I say no...then that means no!"
Mark looked at his younger brother Alex and said "You hear that?? No means no." Alex smirked back at him.
"Now boys boys, be nice to each other everyone will get their fair share. I've created a schedule for who gets to do it with me and what days of the week. Now on monday it will be Mark. Tuesday Alex gets his turn and then Mikey on wednesdays. Now there won't be a certain time when we do it...and If I'm not in the mood we won't do it at all, and If I say no that means no got it?"
All the boys nodded in agreement.
"This will continue on thursday when Mark gets his and then Alex on friday and Mikey again on Saturday....sundays will be the group session when everyone does it together. We can skip the group session if you boys don't feel comfortable having sex with me all at the same time."
Before she even finished all the boys were unanimous.
"No no no mom that'll be fine" Mark said
"Yeah Sunday's are good for the group sessions."
Mikey didn't even have to say anything his smile gave away his thoughts. Jackie just smiled back at him and held his hand.
"Now since I'm pregnant we won't have to use condoms any more but once the baby is born we'll have to go back to the condoms. Now another important rule is if I'm with Mark the two of you can't bother us." She looked at Alex and Mikey. "Same goes if I'm with Alex or Mikey, the other two can't come around or bother us....deal?"
All three nodded their heads.
"Also another thing is the group sex sunday will be cancelled if your father is at home...that's non negotiable. We can't go to a motel or hide in some park somewhere. Also the sundays that we go to church will be out as well. If your father is at home and its just a regular week day we'll do our best to hide in the bathroom or lock ourselves in the bedroom and be quick about it. We can't let him get suspicious because this could all end very quickly...now does everyone understand the rules?"
"We got it mom." Mark spoke for the other two.
The only thing that was on Alex's mind was the fact that it's Friday and it is technically his turn to go. "Mom it's friday...so does that mean that me and you...get to do it today?"
"Sure I just have to call grandma and tell her that everything went well."
Mark was on his way out "That's fine with me mom I have to go to practice anyway."
He closed in on his mom's face to give her a kiss on the cheek but before he did he asked her "Does that mean we still have to kiss you on the cheek?"
Jackie smiled invitingly "Not if you don't want to." Mark planted his lips on her's and started to french her. Jackie hummed into his mouth as her eye wondered over to Alex's who's heart was starting to race. Mark was still slobbering all over her and Jackie was running out of breath. She started to giggle and smile because of how happy she was that their relationship was back to normal. She squealed into his mouth and broke the kiss.
"Good lord...it's only been a few days you ok there buddy?" She ruffled Mark's hair who turned around grabbed his lacrosse equipment and ran out the door while waving back to his mom with a smile.
Jackie told Mikey to go to his room and to give her and Alex some privacy. She scooted over by the phone and dialed her mom's number, while Alex sat right next to her.
"Hey mom. What'cha doin'?"
Hanna was glad to her her daughter come back to life again. "Wow you sound awfully chipper...what happened?"
By this time Alex had started unbuttoning her blouse, and one of his hands was slipping underneath her bra and groping her breast, but Jackie did not protest.
"Well nothing I did what you told me to. I created a schedule and..." She went on telling her mom about the conversation she had with the boys...while Alex had her blouse completely unbuttoned. Jackie leaned forward and helped him get it off. She also let him unclasp her bra after which he was nursing on her in seconds...making loud suckling noises. Jackie smirked at him to be quiet but he just went on. Alex soon had slipped her jeans off and Jackie now sat there only in her panties while her son was rubbing her snatch and sucking on her right nipple while groping her left breast. He switched from one nipple to the other and Jackie started to have a hard time concentrating on the conversation with her mom.
"I'm sorry to say mom but I had to keep the group sex session so I set that one for sundays."
Hanna raised her tone in disbelief. "Sundays?? That's church day you can't do that type of stuff on church day."
"Don't worry mom we'll only do it on the sundays when there's no church."
By now Alex had his hands down Jackie's panties and had two fingers deep in her snatch while his pinky was playing around her butt hole. He pulled his hand out of her panties and tried to pull them off, but Jackie stopped him by saying quietly
"Hold on a minute." ...giving herself away. She was all over Hanna's radar.
"Hold on what?? What's going on over there?"
"Nothing mom Alex is trying to take my panties off."
Hanna found it inapropriate "Oh for goodness sakes can't he wait till your off the phone at least?"
Jackie finally stood up and helped him slip her panteis off her long shapely legs. Within seconds Alex was rubbing his cock up and down the length of her slit as Jackie leaned back on the couch having a hard time holding onto the phone...she somehow managed to continue talking to her mother, as Alex's rock hard cock stretched her pussy open.
"So we agreed that no sex would go...gooooOOOo on" the tone of her voice was going up and down as Alex thrusted from below and tried to make out with his mom at the same time but she placed two fingers over his lips telling him to hang on a second.
Hanna figured that he was inside of her by now and decided to cut the conversation short.
"Ok sweetey I can tell you are busy over there....why don't you call me later when you have a little more time."
Jackie responded almost out of breath "Ok...mom.....I'll call..you later" and hung up the phone. She hugged Alex closely as she kissed him passionately. She was so close to comming. She couldn't believe how the conversation with her mom got her way hot. In only a couple of seconds she was comming.
"Ohhh god Alex....don't stop baby don't stop"
In the other room Mikey could hear his mom yelling in ecstacy but rules were rules. He just sat back and continued jerking off while listening to the sounds of bodies slapping and humming and kissing. Soon after Alex started to erupt inside of Jackie filling her up so much that some of the semen leaked out of her pussy and onto the couch. She saw this and quickly jumped, ran over to the kitchen and came back with some towels while the mixture of her pussy juice and her son's come leaked down her inner thighs. She scrubbed the cum off the couch and said.
"We have to be more careful with this honey. This is a brand new sofa...not to mention if your father saw it and smelled it...he would give you a grilling."
"I'm sorry Mom I promise I'll be more careful." Alex responded humbly as he helped her clean it up.
The next day it was saturday which only meant one thing. It was Mikey's turn. After finishing her session with Alex the previous day, Jackie spent some time thinking about her new schedule. She knew it was imperfect and that it probably needed some improvements. She had to figure out when to squeeze in blowjobs and on what days to let them give her oral. She also thought about what she would do once John got home and probably wanted to have sex after a long week of work. Would she still be able to stay horny enough to give it to him? These were all good questions. She also had to do some preparations for the baby so she planned on going out to some stores to check out cribs and baby sections in different stores. She had almost forgot that it was Mikey's day today which she was sad to say she least looked forward to. His penis was by far the smallest of all the boys but a deal was a deal. She thought of different ways she could still enjoy sex with her youngest. Just thinking of several delicious things she could do to him was getting her pussy moist.
Jackie prepared brekfast only wearing her bath robe. She cooked some eggs and bacon and debated in her mind if she should go put on some makeup for Mikey. She decided not to because she would have to do it later again before going out to the mall. Jackie noticed how much more normal the boys were acting. She could finally look them in the eye and talk to them without being nervous and scared. They talked about normal things that moms and sons talk about like school and homework...and what they were planning on doing later on in the afternoon. Mark and Alex said they would chill by the pool, not really spelling out that they wouldn't interrupt her session with Mikey. After brekfast the two boys went upstairs to grab their swimming trunks and Jackie sat next to Mikey's chair.
"Hey honey...how'd you sleep last night?"
"Good mom, I fell asleep early and I had some wet dreams too."
Jackie noticed her bath robe had parted a little bit and the top of her breasts was catching Mikey's eyes.
"Oh really? What did you dream about?"
"I honestly can't remember." Mikey was now staring at his mother's lips.
"Hey mom can I make a request?" Jackie just nodded with a smile as she noticed his young prick poking up underneath his shorts.
"I'd like to try it doggy style this time...and can you wear those heels for me again?" He made a baby face like he was asking her to buy him some candy.
"Again with the heels?? You boys love those heels don't you. Let me ask you this, how are you supposed to reach mommy's ass if I have those heels on?"
Mikey thought about that for a minute "I can just stand on the stool right behind you."
Jackie was always amazed at how effective Mikey's thinking could be when he wanted something really badly.
"Hmmmm....let me see what you have in those shorts first." Jackie purred as she pulled Mikey's shorts down to his knees. His young pecker popped up like Jack in the Box.
Jackie pulled his skin back and inhaled the musty smell. 'Mmmm how I love that smell" she thought to herself, before she planted her mouth over it and started to blow her son. She bobbed up and down slurping up his young pecker deep down her throat. She circled her tongue around his cockhead as she made her way up and down his length. She could hear him breathing quicker and quicker and then felt his hand go into her bathrobe and grab her left breast. She knew he was close to comming so she backed off and took her mouth off his cock.
She stood up and took him by the hand into the kitchen. She grabbed the stool under the table and placed it next to the sink. She then told Mikey to wait there and walked over to the hallway to grab her heels. She was worried about if he would still be able to reach her pussy even with the stool underneath him...but she was willing to give it a try anyway. She walked back over to him and let her robe drop, exposing her completely nude body. She helped Mikey onto the stool and made sure he wouldn't slip off it and fall down and break something. Jackie decided not to bring up the fact that Mikey is probably the father of the brand new life that now grows inside of her.
"You sure you're not gonna fall off this thing?"
Mikey nodded just a second before his mom met his lips and gave him a quick french kiss. She turned around and positioned her ass in front of his cock. She grabbed behind herself and aimed his young rod toward her now moist pussy. Mikey took over from there and slipped it inside of her in less then a second catching his mother by surprise.
"Ohh sweetey ...be careful, just hold onto mommy's hips." She reached back and made sure his hands were firm on her hips. A few seconds after Mikey started pumping away. He quickened his pace and let go of Jackie's right hip to start playing with her asshole. Jackie heard the stool clumpeting and got worried a little bit. She stopped the sex momentarely.
"Now just hold onto my hips baby and don't go to fast." Just as a safety precaution she gripped his cock with her pussy as he started to fuck her again but more slowly this time. About 20 seconds later she finally managed to relax herself and even though still keeping an eye on the stool between her legs, she began to get into it and let go of Mikey's left wrist to grab her own breast while still holding onto Mikey's right wrist with her own right hand. She tried not to push back to hard so she wouldn't knock him over but it was beginning to get harder and harder not to. She needed a release and the pace he was going at wasn't quite going to do it.
"Go a little faster baby, but be careful still...hold onto mommy" Mikey sped up his intrusion and went deeper and deeper into his mother's snatch. A few moments later the phone started to ring. Jackie had to answer it because she was expecting John's call. The phone almost stumbled out of her hands as Mikey never flinched as if he didn't know his father was about to call. Jackie looked at the call ID and saw that it was in fact John's cell phone number.
"Hold on Mike it's your father." She said in a very serious tone. Mikey obeyed and stopped fucking her but his cock was still pulsating inside of her still stimulating her.
Before speaking she tried to slow her breathing down and make it sound like she wasn't out of breath. "Hey John what's up?"
John responded on the other line "Hey hun' whatcha doin'?"
"Ohh nothing just...doing some homework stuff with Mikey. I was planning on going to check out some cribs in a little bit." She tried to cut the conversation short but unsuccesfully.
"That sounds like fun. You takin the kids?"
"I don't know Alex and Mark are out by the pool so I don't see them leaving that scene to go shopping with their mother."
John laughed on the other line. "Well sounds like you've got your hands full today huh?"
Jackie continue talking with John but her pussy was still throbbing as she felt Mikey pulsating inside of her. She didn't want to continue the fucking while she was on the phone with John but she responded by gripping his penis with her pussy and soon after they were slow fucking as Mikey very slowly pushed in and out of her trying not to bump her which could send a shiver trough her body and change the tone in her voice. Mikey knew his father was very good at picking up on these things.
John picked up on something "You ok honey you sound like you're out of breath."
"Oh it's nothing I've been running back and forth taking some drinks out to the other two while I'm trying to help the little one here."
They talked for another few minutes and John told Jackie to pick him up the next day at the airport at 9am. They said their goodbyes and Jackie finally was able to hand up the phone and continue.
It took another 2-3 minutes to get back to the level of excitement before the phone call and they were yet again at full steam. Jackie wanted to make sure Mikey could last long enough because she didn't want to get left out here so she slowed it down for a while and then picked up again. Just as she was approaching her orgasm she heard sounds of arguing comming from the living room. Alex and Mark had moved to the living room and now were arguing over who was going to have the remote. Jackie tried to block it out and concentrated on her orgasm...pushing back against Mikey a little harder then she should be.
The arguing voices were getting louder and louder and she could hear Mark screaming at Alex "No don't go in there now you nitwit...don't you know what the rules are when they're doing it?"
She then heard Alex respond but his sound was comming from just ouside the kitchen door and was much louder. "I don't care it's my turn to watch the big TV."
Jackie lost all her patience, she stopped pushing back against Mikey and yelled "Mark just give him the remote you're the older brother."
Just as she finished Alex barged into the kitchen almost in tears. The sight of his mom and younger brother did nothing to disturb him.
"Mom Mark took the remote and won't let me watch wrestling, he had the TV pretty much all day yesterday and It's only fair for him to give me the remote today."
Jackie was very annoyed with this and responded "Alex I told you not to come in here when we're having sex."
He could tell his mom wasn't joking so he just ran back to the living room to finish his argument with his older brother. A couple of minutes later Jackie finally realized she couldn't orgasm with them two arguing over there and she snapped. She stood up from the doggy position and let Mikey's cock slip out of her pussy.
"Hold on Mike I'll be right back." She angrily opened the kitchen door and started walking over to the living room wearing nothing but her heels, which were clacking very loudly. As soon as the two boys heard them they stopped arguing and their now angry and naked mom entered the living room.
"What is going on here Mark...give me that remote!!" Her tits swayed back and forth as she grabbed the remote from her oldest son.
"Alex why can't you just watch the TV upstairs?"
"It's not fair mom I wanna watch the big TV today. Why can't he just go upstairs and watch the little one." Jackie could see that both boys cocks were getting harder and harder as there were tents forming in their shorts. Mark's tent was even getting wet at the tip. Even though she thought she could probably use that cock right about now, Jackie was still very angry.
"Alex I told you the rules. You are not to disturb me when I'm with Mikey or Mark. And this is partly your fault" she looked at Mark angrily. "Just let your brother watch the big TV today and you get to watch it tomorrow. Deal?" The boys could tell their mom's pussy juices got smeared all over her thighs from the short walk trough the hallway. Neither of them could keep their eyes off her tits and her sexy legs which looked even sexier with those high heels on.
"Ok mom I'll go upstairs and he can watch the TV...ok??!?"
"Thank you sweetey." She kissed Mark on the cheek and handed the remote to Alex. She then turned around and walked back toward the kitchen, feeling their eyes on her ass.
"I'm sorry sweetey your brothers are acting like children. Did you miss mommy?" She smiled as she looked at his cock.
Mikey was still hard as a pole so they just simply got back to it. Within seconds Jackie could feel the warm goo filling up her pussy. If for some reason the pregnancy test was wrong...this ought to take care of that. She felt Mikey's hand grip her breast and she placed her own hand over his trying to get a couple of more pumps out of his cock hoping to come but it was to late. He was limp just a few seconds later and his cock slipped out of her pussy leaving her unsatisfied. She was a little bit disappointed that she didn't get to come but when she looked at the clock she saw that it was time to go to the mall because the stores would be closed soon.
She turned around and made sure Mikey got off the chair safely while some come leaked down her thigh. She was getting used to having her kids' semen leaking down her thighs and she couldn't deny the fact that she enjoyed it alot.
"Did you have fun honey?"
Mikey just nodded his head. "Mmm-hmmm...and you?"
"Well It was not bad you did a good job."
She didn't want to ruin it for him. Jackie just hugged him close and placed his head on her bare chest. The beat of her heart quickened in pace and a wave of happiness washed over her. She was proud that her little man was the father of the new life that now grows inside of her. Jackie just ran her hands trough his hair and kissed him on the forehead. She then looked into his bright blue eyes as numerous thoughts ran trough her head. Finally she planted her lips over his and they embraced each other in yet another passionate wet kiss which might have just marked the beginning of a new relationship between them.
To be continued...
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My eating disorder started rather innocently. A co-work was reading “South Beach Diet†and boasted about how quickly he was shedding the pounds by simply avoiding carbohydrates.
I licked the sour cream with little pieces of scallions from atop my bagel and threw the rest in the waste paper basket next to my desk. I wanted to give it a try. I wasn’t fat. I worked out four days a week, but no matter what, those flabby patches of skin still clung to my body like scabs on wound that slowly heals.
At 29, life in the fast lane slows down for most queers, but I still had a cute face Willis, my co-worker looked good for a middle-aged Black queen. I have to give him credit for that. I’d never fuck him, but I did take his advice regarding South Beach eating habits. He and his lover were on By the close of the 1990s, Willis and his lover were practically gay celebrities and the authority on the gay adoption process. With the help of the South Beach Diet, Willis shined like a porn star in my eyes and was everything I wanted to be as a gay man when I grew up and turned into an aged fag. Obviously, even with the charming child who by now had grown into a well behaved, intelligent young my, the long-term adoptive gay relationship between Willis and his long term partner was on shaky ground. Willis was a sugar daddy to many young lads, other than his own adopted child, and he did very little to hide his infidelity in the office. I sat in the secretarial pool and watched as hot, young Latin men made their way into his huge office overlooking the Queensboro Bridge to do lunch with him almost every day. On Monday’s Cesar came by with his phat juicy ass and they closed the door for at least two hours while Willis ate his bean sprouts and tofu. A mixed lad of oriental and black roots was his Friday fix and Willis often left the office to eat with him. It infuriated meâ€â€how he could get away with such inappropriate behavior and still be asked to guest speak at social gatherings in Chelsea and Soho? Willis was a total bitch to work with, and absolute horror in staff meetings, especially when he offered his financial reports at Board meetings regarding how AIDS funding from the city was being spent to support the disenfranchised of Queens. I suspected that many of the young papi chulos who came by to enjoy South Beach lunches with Willis were being paid with those HIV dollars. After all, Willis was the controller of the charity. The controlling queen offered some sound advice to my chunky ass though and I remain grateful for his inspiration, as I too took a stroll into the world of the slender and sexy and got a taste of what life is like when the masses worship every ounce of one’s skinny soul. My disorder began with just a little bit of pain, as one may experience while fasting in religious observance. Coffee was my clutch and I drank it non-stop as the caffeine seemed to curb my desire to have that pastry for breakfast, a slice of pizza at lunch and lots of macaroni and spaghetti dishes for dinner. I was also saving a ton of money by skipping all those meals. It never occurred to me that there is a true spiritual side to fasting and a purpose behind punishing our tummies in observance of the all mighty. I never dreamed the ritual would push me over the edge and lead me eventually into the arms of a straight jacket and show me the face of God. The body is truly a temple designed for worship and I wanted men to fall on their knees in front of me and pray for forgiveness, so I made a decision to stop feeling sorry for myself and my many failed relationships and simply become a hot male slut. I increased my time at the gym by an hour a day and spent at least 30 minutes on the tread mill running at a significant incline and somehow managed to run three miles in just over twenty minutes. I felt so light and free as I would leave the gym after stretching on a yoga mat for over a half hour each day. I’d stop by the deli on my way home to pick up dinnerâ€â€a pack of salted peanuts for just $.99. For the first several weeks I had no sex drive and could care less that I wasn’t getting any. It wasn’t as if I didn’t have any offers at the gym or from men who seemed to salivate for my well toned body with an ass that remained juicy despite the lack of proper nourishment. I stopped going to gay bars to pick up dudes. I never drank anyway and I hated the smell of smoke in those gay watering holes, despite the fact that I was a pack-a-day puffing Newport queen. The sissies were boring to me in all their desperation. Men in those places are not the marrying type anyway. They’ll buy a cute slender guy as many cocktails as they wish when the promise of a quickie is on the horizon, but after being “had†those free cordials are rarely offered on second dates. I had a new obsession, my own body, and my seemingly insatiable obsession for finding a wealthy man to settle down with and marry was quenched thanks to the South Beach Diet. The less I ate the more socially isolated I became. The more I withdrew with my new look and cocky attitude the more offers I had for fast love. I kept running into one night stands and old lovers from my past who took a second look at me and suddenly fell back in love, despite all the heartbreak they had given me back in the days when I was chunky and not so desirable. “Wow, you look great. Have you been working out?†“As a matter of fact I have, thank you,†I replied while walking on by, refusing to stop and catch up on gossip and offer them a second chance. The skinner I became, the less sleep I needed. I tossed and turned in my apartment at night, desiring to be noticed by strangers who would long for me as if I were their savior. Working the streets was more fun than a good solid eight hours of shut-eye each night. I’d jump out of bed at 1 a.m., lather my body down with Nivea skin firming lotion, throw on a wife-beater tank top and walk the streets searching for more affirmation. Rather than hang out and absorb the depressed energy of those who frequent bars, I’d found more intriguing and alluring gay places to hang out in. The bright lights of Time Square called to me like neon lights and crystal balls in the store windows of tarot card readers and clairvoyants. There was something waiting for me there, I just knew it. All the exercise and my new look had to have a purpose. I was tired of playing housewife with lovers in the past who had all run off with other men who promised them more. I believed what the Bible had to say about man-on-man relationships and decided that if I couldn’t shake being gay and had to live with the sinful scar of being queer, I may as well go out with a big bang. Afterall, Mary Magdalene was a hooker and Jesus loved her. I found a bar near Times Square that is widely known as a pick-up spot for wealthy gay John’s eager to drop a few dollars in the pockets of needy gay men. Watching the young men who made a living there thrilled me and almost made me hungry again. I loved the fact that patrons of the bar seemed more willing to spend their cash on me than young Latin and Black men at least 10 years younger than I was. Perhaps the fact that I was white, hung and sexy had something to do with it, but I attribute the attention to the energy in the aura of my sleek, toned, ivory body. It felt godly as I played pool at Stellas night after night, refusing to go home with just anyone. I soaked up the attention like a sponge as wealthy, well read gay men were ready to offer me the world and I declined their forever increasing lucrative offers night after night. My favorite hustler and the best pool player in the joint was a dude named Lance. His dark black eyebrows touched and formed a single line of hair across his forehead. He stood out from the other available meat for sale at the butcher shop and had a certain sophistication to his approach in dealing with the dirty old men. He called me ‘Papito’ and single handedly lured me into the dark, underworld of male prostitute with a pick-up line that I found almost irresistible: “Let me show you da ropes in this joint papito. I cost $300 a load. I don’t get fucked but will shoot as many wads as any ass wants and can afford,†he explained while grabbing his crotch with his big dark hands. For the first time in months I got an erection when he said that. It seemed as if at that moment, I had turned into a superhero of sortsâ€â€a power bottom with the charm of angel and an ego as deviant as Satan. I felt his sexy energy pass right through me, as if he were pounding me with his hot Latin tool right there in public while we still had our clothing on. That is when I first understood the power of fasting and the reason why we cleanse our body for the spirit to flow comfortably through us. Cesear sat on a bar stool and stared me down for at least an hour. His subconscious mind was so powerful. It undressed me as I hid in the corner at a round table and slowly rubbed my crotch wanting him desperately but could not afford it. Like an adolescent who had not yet discovered the joy of masturbation, I had my first orgasm with my clothes still on, right next to the jukebox inside Stella’s bar. I smiled at him and his sexy ways and declined the offer to pay him for some fun, although deep inside I wanted to go out with one of the older guys at the bar, make some cash and spend it on the hustler who I was falling madly in love with. I did just that one evening as the bar was closing at 4 a.m. and Lance and I were the only two young men left in the place. Perhaps Lance was already had by the gentleman who offered me $500 just for a tickling session, but I made the connection that night and left Lance standing out in the cold. We went to a hotel room at the Milford Plaza. I took of my clothing and my slender body fell upon the soft bed and I waited for the transaction to take place. “I’m not ticklish,†I advised the stranger. “That’s okay,†he said. “Just lay there and let me touch you.†So I did. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what life had been like for Mary in the Bible as she sold her soul to strangers for coins. It wasn’t bad at all. I even pretended that I was ticklish a few times and the John rubbed my body over and over again with hands that had held so much sin in their time. He was a man of his word. He handed me $500 in cash and promised $500 if I would only hold him while he slept. I thought of Lance and felt dirty for a moment and excused myself from what had just taken place in my life.
New York City’s A-List of powerful and influential homosexuals. The pair were adored in the Big Apple’s gay community because they were the first homosexuals in town to legally adopt a child. They took a needy kid under the roof in the early 1980s when the concept still seemed ungodly.
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Time and Tide _chapter 1 Welcome reader to this work in progress. If you have not done so yet, you should go back and read the prologue. This is a work in progress and is going to be quite a long story, 300+ pages. There will be sex, but not for many chapters to come. So, grab a drink and snack, sit back and enjoy. Feel free to post or PM me if you have any questions. __________________________________________________ |
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I had always been close with my family. Despite the fact that my sister and I were the product of two different fathers, we grew up together, always looking out for one another. Since my mom never had many men in her life, I would be the only male in the house with my mom and my sister, several chores falling to me while growing up. In return, my mom would keep house and my sister, four years older than me, would work to bring in some income into the tiny apartment we shared.
Of course, sharing such a small living space, we had to become accustomed to certain things that may seem out of the ordinary. I got used to seeing my mother and my sister walk around draped only in towels after a shower; as, of course, they got used to seeing me the same way, also. If they we
When I hit puberty, they did their best to ignore my growing interest in sex and the female form. They would ignore the sounds of my masturbating, and my peeks down their shirts or at their bottoms. I must admit that I had many lustful thoughts about my mother and sister.
Shortly after my seventeenth birthday, I was fortunate enough to get a girlfriend at school, Ursula, who enjoyed sex. I finally found an outlet for all my pent-up energy that I was directing to my family at home. My lustful thoughts about them evaporated rather quickly.
One night, I was in my room, reading(about Caligula, of all people). My sister was asleep in the room she and my mom shared, and mom was in the living room watching TV. I really hadn't been paying attention to what my mom was watching, but when I absently turned my attention to the sounds from the TV, I heard a program instructing young people about safe sex. They were giving directions on how to properly put on a condom, and how to use a dental dam, and what kind of lubricants are the best. Hearing all this not only distracted me from my reading, but also made me erect. And then I thought about my mom seeing this. Surely my own mother didn't need this type of instruction. Why then was she watching it?
I put the book down on my bed and walked out into the living room. My mom sat on the couch, eyes glued to the TV screen as young people practiced these safe sex tips on dildos and sex dolls. Of course, none of it was pornographic, but oddly erotic. After a few moments, my mom saw me out of the corner of her eye, and turned to me so matter-of-factly.
"Jimmy, do you know how to do all this stuff?"
She knew about Ursula at school, and knew that I stayed out late with her, so assumed that she knew I was having sex with her. We had never hid anything from each other in our small family, so I answered my mother with no shame or trepidation.
"Of course I do, mom."
"Do you know how to put on a condom properly?"
"Yeah mom, I do."
"If you have one in your room, I'd like for you to show me."
"What," I asked, a little surprised.
"I want to know that you're truly practicing safe sex, and would like to see if you put on a condom properly."
"Um, okay." I didn't think much of her request. I still had an erection from watching and hearing the program, so I wouldn't have to worry about getting it up. Like a son obeying a simple request from his mother, I nonchalantly walked to my room, fetched a condom, and walked back to the living room.
Mom turned off the TV. I stood near the other end of the couch, facing her, and dropped the shorts and boxers I had on, my erection springing out. I tore open the condom wrapper, unrolled and rerolled the condom. My mother watched so passively, as if I were drawing a picture, or performing some other mundane task. As I got the condom close to the head of my erection to put it on, my mother stopped me.
"They were saying on the TV that it would be easier, and give greater sensation, if you lube up your penis before putting on the condom. Do you have any lube?"
"No, I don't"
"Well," my mother began, acting a little disappointed by the fact; "come over here, then."
I walked over to my mother, condom still in hand, erection still standing straight out, oblivious to what she planned to do.
When I was close enough, she took my cock in her hand; "Since you don't have any lube, let me lube it up for you."
She opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking the whole of my five-inch cock into her mouth. She kept me in her mouth and swirled her tongue over my cock, making me moan out. She would suck on it gently running her tongue around the head. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I loved that I was having my cock sucked.
Mom then started bobbing her head up and down on my cock, slowly stroking the base. I moaned out, "Oh God, Mom, that feels great!" I started to buck into my Mom's face as she took my balls into her hand, massaging them. I ran my hands through my mom's hair, which got her moaning on my cock, which made me moan even louder.
"What's going on in here?" My mom stopped her movement on my cock, placing her hands on my hips instead, and we both turned to look towards the hallway, where my sister was standing. The sleep still marked her hair, all tousled, but her expression was all confusion and excitement. After all, I stood in our living room, naked from the waist down and my erect cock only a few centimetres away from my mom's face.
"I'm sorry, honey," my Mom began. "I was watching a program, and it got me aroused. Your brother is the only man in the house, and even though I know that it's wrong, I severely need to have an orgasm."
My sister's confusion lifted a bit, but she still stood in the hallway, staring at us. She was in a night shirt and panties, and her nipples were starting to harden under the material. I was hoping in my mind that I'd get to have a moment with her some night.
"You can go back to sleep, sweetheart. We promise to keep it down while we're out here, and we'll close the door to your brother's room when we retire there."
"You're going to have sex with him?" my sister asked, shocked.
"Yes, sweetie. I need to have an orgasm before the night ends, and judging by how he moans when he masturbates, he can probably give me a very good one. Haven't you ever wondered how good your brother is in bed?"
By this time, mom had started to stroke my cock. My sister was about to open her mouth in protest when our mom continued.
"It might do you some good to join us. What do you say, Jimmy? Should Amanda come and join us?"
My head was thrown back, eyes closed, and I managed to hiss out, "yesssss."
"Come on, Amanda, honey. It's only sex."
My mother then stopped speaking and took my cock back in her mouth. I started to moan again as loud as before. I don't know how much time passed, but eventually Amanda had decided to join us. I opened my eyes and looked down. Amanda was sitting next to Mom, not knowing what to do, I guessed. Then, she started to undo the buttons on Mom's nightgown, exposing her bare breasts. She rubbed one of Mom's breasts before pinching her nipple. Mom jumped and moaned around my cock. When Amanda started working on the other breast, Mom stopped sucking me off, and stood up, bringing Amanda to her feet also.
Mom slipped out of her nightgown and then started to take off Amanda's nightshirt. I took this as a cue, and stripped off the T-shirt I had on, also. Then Mom peeled off Amanda's panties and I peeled off Mom's. We stood there, completely naked and facing one another. Mom leaned over and kissed Amanda on the lips, her hand going to one of Amanda's breasts and returning the favour. I leaned in and kissed Amanda on the neck, letting one of my hands go between her legs. I used to have dreams about finger fucking my sister, and I wanted to fulfill that desire now that she was in front of me. I worried at first that she might be a virgin, and that I wouldn't be able to run my fingers in and out of her.
Mom sucked on Amanda's nipples, making the nubs on her barely C's stick straight out. I, meanwhile, slipped a finger easily into Amanda's cunt, confirming that she wasn't a virgin anymore. Amanda began to breathe hard and to moan out. We weren't at that for long before Mom bit her nipple, and Amanda cried out. We all stopped at that, but none of us looked like we wanted to stop at all.
"Let's move to a bedroom," Mom finally said.
We went to my room. I had the queen-sized bed, larger than the full-size mattresses that Mom and Amanda slept on. Mom and Amanda slid onto the bed first. Amanda and I weren't sure what position to get into when Mom laid on her back and made Amanda straddle her face. Mom then started eating Amanda's pussy out, making Amanda moan. I got up to the edge of the bed and took Amanda's breasts in my hands. For years, I had wanted to squeeze those beautiful breasts, especially when I would see Amanda walk around in only a bra. Now here I was, rubbing them and pinching her nipples, Amanda's hands cupped under mine, leading my hands where to squeeze and rub.
I then made Amanda lean forward and put my cock into her mouth. She did her best to suck me, but she was going crazy, moaning from Mom's lapping at her cunt. Finally, I was so aroused, that I pulled out of Amanda's mouth and pulled her off of Mom. I laid myself down onto the bed and pulled Mom on top of me, guiding my cock into her cunt with my hand.
"Okay, Mom. Ride me until you get that orgasm you've been dying to have."
It felt so good having my Mom on my cock. I especially enjoyed watching her full C cups, tanned golden, bounce up and down as my mom fucked me. She moaned at first, but then started calling out my name as she fucked me faster. After being sucked and tugged on so much, I didn't last long, especially with Mom's pussy muscles working on me.
"I'm gonna cum, Mom," I managed to call out.
"No. Please, not yet," Mom moaned out.
At this, Amanda, who had been lying right next to me, masturbating, got up, sitting herself behind Mom. Her hands ran all over the front of her body, down her shoulders, over her breasts and stomach, and finally down to her thighs. Amanda's fingers started to rub Mom's clit, trying to bring her off.
"Oh! Oh God! That's it, honey. Both of you, bring me off!"
Mom's cries got louder and louder, making me buck up into her. We fucked faster and faster, and I couldn't hold on any longer. I shot my load up into my Mom, nearly screaming out. I continued to pump into her as I let wad after wad out. Before I finished, Mom got hers.
"Oh God! Oh Yes! Here it comes!"
If I nearly screamed, she did scream. She moaned out mine and Amanda's name. I stayed in her until her orgasm subsided, and then we all lay together, Mom between Amanda and I. I turned towards Mom and absently teased her nipple while Amanda gently fingered her, bring up her fingers every now and then to taste the combined juices of me and Mom.
I said; "This could be the start of something wonderful."
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 Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 1
 Marsha could not believe what happened last night! Meeting the Landers has resulted in a night that she could not have ever imagined. Emily and Charles were a couple in their forties. She was plump and buxom with short dark curly hair, while he was tall, slim and bald. One thing led to another and after a few drinks she and Andrew found themselves in the Landers' suite. Another drink and the next thing she knew she was giggling and helping Emily bind her naked husband's wrists and ankles to the corners of the large bed, while Charles undressed. Emily was delighted at the size of his cock, and Marsha couldn't help boasting about her new husband's stamina and recuperative powers.
 "We've done it three times so far today, and yesterd
 Emily was properly impressed. "The best Charles has done this week is to give it to me three times one day, and I had to spend a considerable amount of time sucking to keep him interested in this old body."
 The game the four would be playing was called "victim" and for starters that would be Andrew who had drawn the lowest card. The object of the game was to sexually exhaust the victim in a manner that would not be harmful.
 As Emily described it, "We want Andrew to think that if he cums one more time he will surely have a heart attack, then make him cum at eat twice more. We also want Andrew to totally lose all his sexual inhibitions. Before tonight is over he will suck my husband's cock and either swallow the cum or serve it to myself or Marsha."
 Andrew grimaced at this remark, but Marsha was secretly thrilled at the prospect of watching her handsome husband greedily sucking on Charles. "Do you need assistance in disrobing?" asked Emily, a gentle hint for Marsha to commit to the game. The two women quickly proceeded to strip off down to their underwear.
 "This should be sufficiently stimulating for round one," observed Emily, now wearing only matching bikinis and bra and a contrasting garter belt that was more functional than erotic. Her large melons strained the half-cup bra revealing most of her breasts plus the outline of the fat nipples that poked out through the flimsy material. Andrew's cock began to harden as he stared at her voluptuous body. "How charming!" gushed Emily.
 It was a truly amazing night. Andrew came once before the ladies needed to remove their underwear. The youthful groom reacted strongly to the expert bout of sucking, kissing and licking that his long, stiff member received from his charming teasers. Emily took the lead, instructing his bride in some of the tricks she had learned. Charles screwed Marsha while she kissed Andrew and Emily sucked him off.
 Andrew sucked the cum from his wife's cunt as she lapped away on Emily's shaved pussy. Marsha and Emily teamed up to make Andrew cum for a second time, their mouths working on his throbbing cock until it spilled another load into Emily's mouth. She in turn kissed her husband and he swallowed the cum she transferred to his mouth.
 Emily and Marsha did a sixty-nine while Charles jerked Andrew off until he was hard enough for Emily to mount and ride to still another ejaculation, his third. Now Charles worked a bullet vibrator in and out of Andrew's asshole while Emily smeared his cock with an ointment that stimulated blood flow, making it easier for him to attain another erection. Marsha licked Andrew's nipples and groin as Emily pumped his hardening cock in her tight fist.
 At Emily's direction, the young wife settled her bottom onto Andrew's face and quickly felt his tongue begin to worm its way into her tight asshole. As she thrilled to what her husband was doing, Marsha watched with growing lust as Emily varied the speed, angle and length of the strokes she gave him. "This time I want him to fuck your asshole," she said as her arm tirelessly pumped away.
 It seemed like Andrew's cock was in her virgin asshole for hours; in fact Emiy said it was more like fifteen minutes,an impressive length of time for both of them. Twice Emily had pulled his cock from Marsha's asshole, once to jack it to full hardness, the other to suck, then jack it again. Charles has fondled her small breasts and trailed wet kisses across her stomach and the insides of her thighs. Marsha was amazed at how her tight asshole adjusted to her husband's pistoning prick.
 When he fnally came,shooting an impressive load onto her belly and pubic hair, she was almost disappointed. Emily attacked his cum with gusto and sucked up every trace, feeding it slowly into Marsha's mouth and grinning broadly as the young bride swallowed the salty offering with relish.
 Reviving Andrew for another round was accomplished with some difficulty, but finally he was mindlessly thrusting between Emily's oiled breasts while Marsha licked the head when it popped up. Emily then squatted over him and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her fat lipped, shaved slot. Meanwhile Marsha was running a small but powerful vibrator up and down her husband's throbbing, twitching cock and circling his balls whenever the opportunity presented itself.
 Once more Charles took Marsha, screwing her in a number of positions while her husband watched and Emily methodically jacked him off. When Charles came, it was Emily who sucked the cum from Marsha's cunt. Charles occupied himself by resuming the stimulation of Andrew's now enlarged prostate gland.
 Once more Marsha was positioned so that her husband could penetrate her bottom. Emily very carefully fed his stiff dick up Marsha's bunghole, and then moved back to watch him start to fuck his young bride's rectum. Marsha accommodated his hard cock quickly and he settled into a rhythm consisting of a series of deep thrusts followed by a short burst of rapid short ones.
 Marsha watched Emily begin to suck off her husband. After a few minutes she pulled Andrew's shaft from his wife's asshole and gave it a good sucking to restore its full hadness. Once more she threaded his prick into his wife, who then picked up where she had left off. Soon thanks to Emily's proficient oral skills, Charles was completely hard and now he positioned himself close to Andrew's head, his hard cock inches from the young husband's mouth. Andrew ignored him initially, then leaned closer and opened his mouth to accept the bald man's prick.
 For the next ten minutes the quartet kept their positions, Andrew was swallowing as much of Charles' cock as he could, while also thrusting in and out of his wife's tight, hot asshole. Emily was settled between Andrew's spread thighs, licking and kissing his swollen balls as Marsha made her husband's willy disappear and reappear with regularity.
 Finally the women changed places. Now Emily straddled the young groom in the reverse cowgirl position and her dripping cunt swallowed every inch of his stiff shaft, which was once more as hard as steel thanks to the vigorous hand job she had provided before mounting him. Marsha was running her tongue around her husband's tight balls, then moving up to work on Emily's shaved pussy,circling the fat lips of her twat before once more moving down to Andrew's balls. All the while Andrew was sucking Charles with enthusiasm, fulfilling Emily's prediction. For the next few minutes, Marsha licked and sucked, Emily groaned and bounced her plump body up and down on Andrew's flat stomach, and he in turn sucked Charles and pumped Emily.
 The area around the big bed reeked of sweat, cum and pussy juice. The sound of bare skin slapping against bare skin punctuated by moans and groans were the only sounds being generated by the foursome as they fucked and sucked like lust crazed animals. Charles came first, filling the young groom's mouth with a load of watery cum, this being the third time he'd come tonight. Emily insisted that she get her husband's cum from Andrew. While the transfer was being made, Marsha took over and jerked off her husband with quick,short strokes, determined to make him spurt once more to demonstrate his potency and manliness. The older couple left the bed and sat nearby, playing with each other's private parts and observing her efforts.
 After a few minutes Emily said, "Need a hand?" The play on words made everyone except Andrew laugh. He was too busy willing himself to cum. Emily's practiced hand and Marsha's enthusiastic mouth soon had the young groom on the verge of releasing the contents of his churning testicles.
 Emily tormented him no end, bringing him to the edge with her skilled hand and then releasing his twitching cock to flop and twitch helplessly, unable to get over that last obstacle. Again and again the plump brunette stroked Andrew to the brink,only to leave him hanging. Marsha got into the game by giving her helpless husband an incredible blowjob, nice and sloppy with plenty of slobbering, smooching and teeth play, leaving her imprints up and down his bloated cock. Over and over she let his rock hard tuning fork of a prick slip from her mouth as soon as she sensed he was ready to erupt like a volcano.
 The teasing torture of his manhood grew more intense. Now Emily would slowly squeeze Andrew's swollen scrotum as his wife brought him closer and closer to cumming. However the pressure and pain always won out, leaving him sobbing in frustration. "Oh that's music to my ears." she gushed. At last the women took pity on him and settled down on either side of his thick length of cock, passing it back and forth from one mouth to the other until with a long drawn-out moan he began to spurt in Emily's mouth. When he finished his ejaculation, the plump brunette spilled his cum into Marsha's mouth and she in turn fed it to Andrew, who by now had no pride left and made no effort to resist.
   ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
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