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An Ancient Sexual Revolution

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AN ANCIENT SEXUAL REVOLUTION

By Dick Inkum

(Note: In preparing this report from ancient Mediterranean documents, we have used contemporary vulgar vernacular language where it best reflects the original text)

I am Prince Amidon, senior advisor to my brother King Machitan.

Our realm faced a crisis. We had a terrible population loss due to a disease brought by invaders. We repulsed the invaders but lost people due to the disease and the war itself. The king called a council of advisors and princes to discuss the issue and recommend action.

My youngest brother, Prince Smulk, argued that our old religion discouraged sex and hence procreation. He claimed we needed to do just the opposite; to make sex part of a religious ritual that would honor wanton copu

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lation.

The debate was lengthy. Most agreed with the objective but the proposal was fraught with complications and misgivings. After three days of deliberation we adopted a plan. A summary of its main points follows.

Worship would be directed to the "Force of Life", represented by copulating men and women portrayed in six sexual positions.

The old proscriptive priesthood would be abolished and replaced by "enablers" who would conduct sexually active rituals.

Henceforth, all girls reaching sixteen years of age would present themselves at the temple on the appointed day in the month of their birth. An adequate number of men would copulate with them up to six times in a four hour period. Women this age already mothers or pregnant would be exempt. Those not impregnated by the age of sixteen and six months would be recalled for another attempt.

To "catch up" with the younger girls, non-pregnant girls under twenty would have three days of ritual copulation in our first three months and those twenty to thirty two days. Women with two children or more would be exempt. Marriage would not be reason to exclude any from participation. Husbands would not copulate with wives; the expectation was that since they hadn’t impregnated them, someone else might.

Our enablers would devise a ritual where unmarried men and women over fifteen years of age would be randomly assigned sex partners week by week for public copulation in the temple. Married couples would be honored to discuss their sex lives and to be chosen to copulate in the ceremony.

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I was asked to be one of the administrators of the new plan. When it was promulgated, there was resistance from older people and of course the priests who were being replaced if they refused to adapt. We coupled it with an ethical code of civil behavior that made it more palatable.

The temples had to be redesigned and that was one of my first projects. I began with the main temple in our capitol city and installed alcoves with divans along all of the walls.

I participated in the first mass copulating of the twenty to thirty year olds. It was a sign of royal approval and of course I received great deference and my choice of women. I took three very attractive ladies that day…two quite willing and one reluctant though honored to have a princely cock in her.

Prince Smolk participated in the first session with the sixteen year olds. He had his choice of the lot of course. He said he fucked four and two were virgins. Most of the men and boys participating were under twenty-five as is Smolk.

For the group of seventeen to twenty, our youngest sister, Princess Spandia, participated. She chose five men to have sex with her in the middle of the temple. She set a good example.

I soon moved to our second city and the king made a visit to convince the elders of the virtues of the new way and discuss the changes we were making and installing enablers. I began our mass copulations with the seventeen to twenty year olds in this city. We had about thirty-five girls and forty-five men. I took four girls that day.

I attended the first new "regular" ritual there. Two boys about twenty and two girls about eighteen were selected for public copulation. Because of my position I was offered to take one of them first. I declined rather that interrupt the program. The four young people knew each other. Both boys fucked both girls and the "congregation" applauded. One married couple talked about their successful sex lives and then performed. General sexual pairing took place thereafter. Again I was offered the choice of the room. I took the mother of one of the lead performers. She was greatly honored to have me lead her to an alcove and did indeed give me a good fucking time.

Some of the smaller villages proved more difficult. In one, only one girl only one sixteen year old girl was required to attend her "fucking date". I was there and had the honor of taking her first. Three other men followed.

I went back to the capitol to suggest changes and refinements in the programs. We instituted an adjustment to the ritual whereby a woman over fifteen and married or not, could advertise her availability as many times as she wished. One such I took was the young wife of an elderly merchant. I was enthralled by her and, with a considerable payment to her husband, took her as a concubine.

After one first year passed with this program, we found all of the child bearing was causing some social strains. We are coping with that by instituting changes in the marriage agreement itself, experimenting with communal; living patterns and group child rearing.

We do see our population increasing and we have taken the road to a more powerful presence in the world once again.

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Addendum 1.

I am Zakgrov, a twenty-four tear old government clerk. I just fucked a princess! Princess Spandia, the king’s youngest daughter was one of the first to present her body at the temple.

A special couch was brought for her and placed in the center of the main space. She took off all her clothing but her royal purple waist band and her belled wrist and ankle bracelets. We all bowed to her presence.

She directed the other girls there to take off their clothing, and then the men. She then took a feel of the cocks of five men. I was one! We were her choices and I was first!

As her choices had been made, the other men could go to other women around the room, but none was to fuck until the princess had had her first man…me!

I was overwhelmed to mount such a beautiful and prominent woman. She had chosen me! She spread her legs and raised them with her ankle bracelets tingling. My hard cock gracefully glided into her waiting love hole. I started slowly, but soon her legs wrapped around me and she let me know she wanted not just faster pumping; she wanted me to slam it into her. She returned my fucks with wonderful bounces of her beautiful ass. I made her bracelets ring!

I had my climax and I believe she had one too. Before I dismounted, I kissed her breasts and thanked her profusely. She said we would meet again.

She instructed the others to get fucking, except for the men she had chosen for herself. She walked around the room to observe the copulation before she returned to the couch with her second man.

I had to revive my potency, so I scouted the room. There were more men than women, so none was unoccupied at present. I had my eye on one particularly beautiful woman who was obviously enjoying her fuck. Her man eventually rolled off her and I approached.

"Oh, the man who fucked the princess!" she exclaimed, "Can you be satisfied with a commoner now?"

"I am always satisfied by a beautiful woman" I replied.

Unfortunately, my cock was not fully recovered. She gladly gave it some assistance. When I was capable, I had her start on top of me. She was quite enthusiastic and bounced well until she tired and asked me to mount her to finish. We had our climax and I rolled off. She told me how to find her in the future. I certainly will.

I was once again a wandering observer. The princess was finishing her third man and showed no less enthusiasm than when I had her ass bouncing.

Several women who were now without potent men were circulating in the crowd to see who they could attract. They were not shy about presenting their breasts for groping, putting a man’s hand to their cunts, or playing with his cock. I promised one my third effort. She was taller than I, but I assured her I would fill her well.

My new girl and I moved to an alcove where she worked on my revival. Before we fucked, it was announced that the princess was leaving.

We all had to stand along the way and bow. I did so with my newly hard cock in the new girl’s hand. The princess stopped to talk to me. I was invited (well, ordered) to the palace the next Friday evening! Unbelievable! I was going to fuck her again!

My tall girl and I returned to the alcove where we got each other excited again and had a wonderful fuck. I was finished for the day. The tall girl promised future favors. I’d like to put my cock in her ass.

I had my tryst with Princess Spandia. Of course I wore my very best clothes. I announced my name to the guard and said I was there at the request of Princess Spandia. I was escorted to a room wherein various stewards scurried in and out. A young girl servant, about fifteen I’d guess, finally came to escort me to the princess.

We entered the bedchamber and I was told to stand in a particular spot. Princess Spandia entered and mounted a small stage beside the bed. The girl attendant removed her clothes and applied perfume to her entire body. Princess Spandia rubbed her hands all over the interesting parts of her body as the servant girl removed my clothing and applied perfume to me. She rubbed a lot on my crotch and we both enjoyed that.

I was then beckoned to the stage and the princess took a kiss, directed breast kisses and squeezes and tonguing of her cunt. The princess next gave me a royal cocksucking! Ah! Wonderful! She led me to the bed and told me to give her all I had as hard as I could. There were no ankle bells to ring, but I rang the ones in her head! I came and she held me tightly. She said I had truly satisfied her in the temple and now had done it again. She might have to keep me. I lay back on the bed and was promised (well, ordered) another round.

Princess Spandia ordered her servant girl to suck my cock until I revived. It was a long time coming. In the meantime, at the princess’ direction, I groped and tasted al parts of her body and the servant girl’s too.

When I was hard enough to fuck, the princess got on top to bounce on my cock. In a few minutes, she dismounted and ordered the servant girl to get on! Oh! What a sweet young pussy! Princess Spandia got back on top of me in a few minutes and rode me to climax. I was allowed a short rest. The princess assured me I would hear from her again.

The servant girl said we should get dressed now. She led me back to the room from which I was escorted to the gate. In the next week I received a promotion at work.

Ah! Back to the second woman I fucked in the temple. I found she was the wife of a boat captain. While he was away, she entertained certain gentlemen for pay. I was to get one more free ride. After that, if I wanted her I had to bring my purse.

She told me I was the best fucker she’d had in temple or in bed. She led me to her bed and began sucking. She would have denied her cunt my first effort but for my intervention.

We had an exciting afternoon of two fucks, the latter of which was partly in her asshole, at her request.

Well, this is a wonderful religion! Next week, I am going to be a fucker of sixteen year old in the temple. I prefer those near twenty, but I shall give the young girls my best efforts as I spread them out. I’m hoping for at least one virgin.

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Addendum 2.

I am Princess Spandia. I am twenty years old. I strongly support the new religion being introduced by my brothers.

In the formation of the rites, I supported lowering the age of public copulation from sixteen to fourteen, remembering my own desires at that age. I also advocated a special ceremony for virgins. Those positions were not adopted, but some changes may occur in time.

I am married to Kariff, a second cousin. I was married when I was fifteen and he twenty-nine. He already had concubines and this was a political marriage though for a while he was delighted to plow my young cunt. I was not a virgin when I married and I continued fucking with boys my own age or some older as I chose.

I use my position to choose who I will engage sexually---soldiers, athletes, or wealthy young men who give me presents.

I have three young serving girls and I enjoy watching them have sex too. I have taught them to sexually satisfy me, each other, and the men I choose for them.

I enjoyed my trip to the temple for public fucking. I delight in the admiration of my body and in the sexual acts. I found two men who well satisfied me. I have provided private session with each of them. I may repeat that experience with one of them. I may attend another public ceremony in another city. I also enjoy watching all the others copulate, particularly if the room is full.

We are building a society of sexual openness where girls will be encouraged to ask for sex as aggressively as men without ties of marriage or parental controls restricting choices.

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Addendum 3.

I am Prince Smolk. At eighteen, I am the youngest brother of the king. He and my most somber brother, Prince Amidon aren’t sure whether I’m a genius or a fool, but they always hear me out.

I am delighted to promote the king’s new religion of sexual enlightenment. Of course I have been fucking girls around the palace (especially my sister’s servant girls) since I was fourteen. A chieftain offered me his daughter for my first concubine. She was only thirteen at the time and I was fifteen. I took her virginity then and I fuck her regularly except that she is currently pregnant. She will have her child about the time of her sixteenth birthday so she will be exempt from the ritual temple fucking of sixteen year olds. Later, I may take her to a temple ritual and fuck her in public to set an example.

I went to the temple for the first public fucking of the sixteen year old "birthday girls". Due to my status, I had my choice of all the girls there. One attending was the attractive daughter of a courtier who had previously rejected my advances. I choose her first. I made my second choice before fucking the first so she wouldn’t be taken by any other man. She was absolutely the most beautiful girl there. She was the daughter of a shopkeeper and had the most wonderful figure. I ran my hands over her naked body as she presented herself to me and almost drooled. I sucked her breasts and she responded enthusiastically.

I mounted the courtier’s daughter. She was not pleased that I was to have the honor of deflowering her. She considered it an unavoidable chore. She gave a yelp as I broke her hymen and gave no other response for the first ten strokes of my cock. After those, however, I sent her into ecstatic reaction and she suddenly had a passionate cunt. I pumped her furiously and she met my strokes with her legs wrapped tightly around me. We had a mutual orgasm and she wanted me to take her again. I promised her one in private. I rolled away to take the shopkeeper’s daughter. Two other young fellows lined up to take my previous partner.

The beautiful shopkeeper’s daughter knew how to revive my spent cock. She was not a virgin. She said only her uncle and two cousins had previously fucked her but I couldn’t believe that unless they fucked her fifty times each.

When I was revived and ready, I mounted her and she welcomed me into her delicious love hole. She thoroughly enjoyed my every stroke. As we reached climax after quite a long fuck, she had me put a finger in her ass. That brought her to orgasm and I climaxed soon after.

I decided I would take this girl, whose name is Lalo, as a concubine. I could make an offer her family could not refuse. I had Lalo give me oral stimulation for my next episode.

The next girl I took was late coming to the temple. All others had at least one partner before she appeared. The Enabler (our new term for temple priests) directed her to strip and put her in an alcove to await a partner. I watched her remove her clothes. She was a very tall girl and her long legs and well formed ass were great attractions to me. She began to rub her cunt in a masturbatory way, and when I approached, squeezed her tits and spread her legs wider.

I kissed her, fondled her breasts and directed her to orally stimulate my cock. She had not done that before, but soon became enthusiastic in its execution. She demonstrated great oral capacity as well.

She was well stimulated when I mounted her. Another virgin! She was a difficult penetration but not because she wished it so. She also had a blood spurt that required clean-up before we proceeded. We stimulated each other and this time my entry was avidly received. We had an excellent coupling and she had her first fucking orgasm. I expressed my gratitude and promised to bring her to the palace for a day and a night.

I had some lengthy rest and renewed contact with my previous partners. I had each use their oral skills. I didn’t detain them long. Other fellows were waiting to fuck each one and I wouldn’t deny them.

I went looking for another girl to complete my day. One girl caught my attention because she laughed and giggled so much when getting squeezed and fingered and squealed so loudly with a cock in her. She was pretty too, with a bubbly personality. She didn’t giggle with my cock in her mouth. She took her pleasure more quietly. She was a fun fuck! Noisy, but fun. She bounced her ass high off the divan and wanted hard pumping. I gave it. I told her I would bring her to the palace one day. She was just a peasant girl and was thrilled by the prospect.

The tall girl, I found out later, was the daughter of one of our former priests which may partly explain her virginity. She’s a fucker now. A son by her would make a fine soldier or seaman.

I am leaving next week for a tour of temples in the countryside where I expect to participate in six more public fuckings. What a wonderful religion we have wrought!

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Addendum 4.

My name is Lalo. I am sixteen and have just fucked with Prince Smolk. I have just left his chambers after a private session. He previously fucked me publicly in the temple.

I started having sex when I was thirteen. It was strictly business. My father couldn’t pay a creditor and instead offered my cunt to the creditor’s fourteen year old son. Pop! My virginity was gone and my father was out of debt. By the time I was fourteen, I was giving oral sex to adults and fucking them a few months later. It was always for pay. They were always business associates of my father or their sons; I was not a public prostitute.

I fell in love with one of those sons who were eighteen. I was fifteen. I slept with him a lot and became pregnant. This caused consternation in both families. As it turned out I had a miscarriage and the boy and I broke up and he married shortly afterward.

When the new religion was proclaimed, I was just about to turn sixteen. I couldn’t wait to show off my body though I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy fucking with strangers. I knew I’d be the most beautiful girl there and would get a lot of attention. Did I!

Prince Smolk came to the temple. He is a nice looking boy of eighteen, rather slim and above average height. Everyone bowed as he looked over the participants. He was to have his pick of girls. He decided to take two to start his day and released all others for their initial fucks.

His first pick was for personal reasons; he knew the girl and she’d refused him. His second pick was me!

No one else could fuck me until the Prince had done so. I had to watch as he fucked the virgin he took first. He showed he was experienced with girls. She was just resigned to her fucking and quite passive, but it wasn’t long before the prince had her stuck-up ass bouncing high off the divan! He banged her well and his cum spurt sent her into orgasm. Wonderful! I couldn’t wait!

Prince Smolk called me to him. I showed how affectionate and appreciative I could be. I sucked his cock and balls like he’d never had before (he said). I encouraged his finger fucking and ass probing (yes, I can take it back there), and had my tits in his mouth and rubbing him up much of the time.

When I got him hard, I gave him the best fuck of his young life (he said). His cock is long and it hit my spot quickly. I used my legs to massage his ass and encourage hard fucks. I had two orgasms with him.

Prince Smolk invited me to the palace and said he would pay my father a considerable sum to keep me as a mistress. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to be a mistress with the restriction that would come with it, but I certainly wanted to go to the palace, and perhaps the status as mistress of the prince would be well worth it.

The prince moved on to two other girls. He was obligated to fuck all he could that day. I had three more men fuck me that day. They were pleasant enough. I enjoyed getting their cocks, but I had no heart throbs.

The day came for my palace appointment. I arrived at ten in the morning as directed. I was ushered into a large room by an older woman servant. She looked at my best clothes and said "tut-tut, we must do better". She had me bathe, though I had just done so that week. Afterward, she arranged my hair in the style of the aristocrats. She brought in new clothes, slippers and jewelry for me. I was dazzled! I was perfumed and dressed by the old woman.

I didn’t know it, but the deal had already been made with my father and my few personal possessions were on the way to my new home in the palace. The servant woman was going to be my attendant. She attended to others also. I was ready for presentation.

I was being escorted to Prince Smolk’s chambers when I met King Machitan and Prince Amidon conferring in a hallway. I bowed. I was stupefied! Both spoke to me. Me! They told me how lovely I looked. I blushed for the first time in my life.

I entered the Prince’s chamber. Oh! It was magnificent! There was a large canopied bed in one part of the room, with his wardrobe and grooming facilities, while in the front part, there was a dining space, several divans, chairs, two tables and beautiful rugs on the floor. The prince had a buffet of food and wine prepared for us. I bowed low.

"No, no! None of that" he said, "in here we are playmates".

He asked if I liked my clothes and if his servants had been kind. Of course, I was thrilled by all of it. We ate quite a lot of cheese and fruit and we enjoyed our company and conversation. He had just returned from visiting temples in the countryside and had yet to deliver his report to the king, but he was quite pleased.

"This whole country is fucking like rabbits!" he declared.

We began kissing and he wanted me naked. He would get that way after he reacquainted himself with every inch of my body. I was quaking with anticipation and excitement.

When he began undressing, I asked to take him in my mouth to climax. He thought it a wonderful idea and I enjoyed the sport.

We got on the bed to romp and await the return of his potency. When his cock rose to the occasion, his fucking was even more delicious than the first time. We both had delightful orgasms. We ate and drank some more and then had another fine romantic copulation which included some fucking in my ass. I encouraged that and he found it great fun.

It became time to leave his, as he had other duties, but I would sleep with him that night. He informed me that I was now to live in the palace (!) and would be shown to a room of my own, and around the public places of the palace. I would be introduced to the staff and the wives and mistresses of the King and princes. I’d be shown amusements and pastimes.

I was stunned! Elated! Bewildered! All that and more. We dressed and Prince Smolk summoned servants to escort me. I had a tour of my new home. I had a lot ot learn, but I was eager to begin.

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Addendum 5.

My name is Mazra. I am the tall sixteen year old girl Prince Smolk fucked in the temple.

I was completely ready for my deflowering, difficult as it was.

My father, a priest of the old religion thinks the new one is an abomination. He refused to become an enabler. I love it.

I had the prince and one other fucker in the temple that day, plus a man who was finished for the day but asked for my favors the next day which I granted in my bedroom despite the ire of my father. I had the invitation from the prince.

I had a wonderful time at the palace. I was bathed, dressed in new clothes, given jewelry, feasted and fucked. What more can a girl ask?

Prince Smolk had me brought to his magnificent chambers and we fucked twice that afternoon.

I was later taken to a "ladies lounge" where wives, mistresses, and occasional invitees congregate.

Prince Amidon knew his brother had a visitor that day and wished to see me. I was escorted to his chambers. He was impressed by my size, shape and appearance. He asked me to dance naked and lasciviously for him. I enjoyed doing that.

The prince asked me if I had given oral sex. I told him that doing it with his brother was my only experience. I was to have a second opportunity. I enjoyed that too, though I’d not previously had an ejaculation in my mouth. I sucked more to aid his recovery.

Once more, I was fucked on a royal bed. Prince Amidon informed me that he had a wife and three mistresses, but that I could be the favorite if I chose to live in the palace.

My home life was not very pleasant now and I was overwhelmed by the palace. I agreed.

Prince Amidon conferred with his brother. For a certain consideration, I would be Prince Amidon’s mistress but available to Prince Smolk on request or in Prince Amidon’s absence from the city.

The deal was struck. I became a palace resident and slept with Prince Amidon that night. Two days later Prince Amidon left the city for three days. Prince Smolk called me to his chambers and fucked me in the ass. That was my first experience with anal sex. I guess I’d best get used to it. Prince Amidon’s and Prince Smolk’s other mistresses say they all cock in the ass at times. I’m not so happy with that, but I’m so delighted to be in the palace, I’ll happily spread both cunt and asshole for royal cock.

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Addendum 6.

My name is Orfta. I am a man of thirty-two and an enabler in the new religion.

I was previously a civil clerk in our town of three thousand people in the northern part of our country. I collected fines decreed by the town leader and kept records of births and deaths.

None of the former priests here would serve the new religion. I am enthusiastic for it. I wrote to Prince Amidon and my candidacy was approved.

I had guidance from the king’s advisors in designing my rituals celebrating the "Force of Life". In my services, I can call for volunteers to copulate publicly. If none are forthcoming, I am empowered to choose the participants and engage in them myself. I have a few favorite women to fuck, but I must not appear to be taking advantage of my status.

Because this is a small city, I had to arrange our public copulation days carefully, particularly the "catch-up" phase of twenty to thirty year old women, married or single who were not pregnant. I managed this by not having husbands attend the same day as wives, but assuring all that they would have a sexual experience. Consequently, I spread this ritual over four days. I chose four very attractive women for myself as first partners. Of course, everyone could take a second or third partner if they wished in the two hours allotted. I was surprised at how many wives, with no husband present, were active in seeking and second or third fucking.

The seventeen to twenty year olds were given two days since about half had husbands. They were delightful! Fewer than one in ten was a virgin and they enjoyed every cock in them, mine included. Quite a number acquired husbands through our ritual since I rather steered single men to the single women.

Ah, to the sixteen year olds! About half were virgins. I had a temple full of squealings as hard cocks opened young cunts. The experienced half consisted of child brides (some illegally sold into marriage; it happens in these parts), some girls with young lovers, and others who had been fucked by fathers, brothers, uncles or whomever.

It was my duty to counsel and prepare all the youngest girls for their day in the temple. For virgins, if they chose, I could arrange their first intercourse before their temple date. If they had a man of choice, I would provide the locale. If there was no one the wanted I could assign a young man to them. Some I was glad to fuck myself!

For these girls, I restricted the age of men in the temple to twenty-five and younger (except for myself). I wanted them to have a good time. Most had three or four good times. I certainly did.

I have redesigned the temple so there is semi-privacy for copulation during our services though interested observers can be accommodated. Often that’s an older sister wanting to watch her younger sibling mounted. One woman wanted to watch her neighbors fuck…"I hear them all the time, I might as well see them" she said.

I constantly encourage public sex and will choose a woman for myself to begin the festivities if others are reluctant. It is still difficult to get many women to overcome their marital relationships and wantonly choose a partner for sex in the ritual, but we’re making progress.

The city begged me to keep my clerk’s job when I became an enabler. The provided an assistant to do much of that work now while I am still paid by them as well as my salary as an enabler.

I love this job!

THE END

While the Boys are Away, the Girls Will Play: REALLY HOT!

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I heard the jingle of a key in the lock from my spot on the couch.

 

“It’s open!” I yelled, and turned back to the TV.

 

Ashley sighed from outside the door to our apartment. I heard some bags shift and finally she opened the door. She looked exhausted, probably from lugging five shopping bags up three floors to our place.

 

The elevator was broken, and had been for months. No one evens bothers the general manager about it anymore.

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“Hey Ash, how was class today?” I asked, turning the TV down.

 

She dropped her bags and fluffed her hair in the mirror in the hallway before answering me.

 

“Long, to be honest, and boring. Especially since Sam is gone on that stupid hunting trip. Nothing’s very fun when you’re boyfriends away.”

 

I grimaced. “Tell me about it,” I said, thinking about Brice, my boyfriend. He wasn’t going to the college that Ashley, Brice and I were at. He was instead apprenticing in his dad’s carpentry business, five hundred miles away from me. I hadn’t seen him in two and a half months.

 

Ashley sighed once more, kicking her shopping bags malevolently. She headed into the kitchen, which I could still see from the couch, and started rummaging around in the fridge. I watched her long legs and tight ass as she bent over, still looking. I hadn’t told anyone, but I though Ashley was smoking hot, and we’d even kissed once at a party, when we were both really smashed.

 

She was just so hot, with a tiny waist, big 34C tits and a tight, smooth ass. Today she was wearing tiny denim shorts and a long tank top, sort of like I was. I knew for a fact that she was a total slut, because we tell each other everything. We’d been best friends since we first lived together on campus in first-year. What she didn’t know is that I’m really into the kinky stuff, and that I’d love to fuck her.

 

She soon stood up straight though, flicking her long blonde hair out of her eyes. “Sarah, we’ve got a ton of beer left over from the party last night. You want some?”

 

I’d already had two that day, but I yelled back that I’d love one.

 

She came into the living room with four, setting them on the coffee table in front of me. I looked at her and she smiled.

 

“I figured we could use some booze tonight, with no plans and no boyfriends.”

 

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said, popping a beer open and clinking it against hers. “What do you want to watch?”

 

“Whatever, I don’t care, as long as it’s not football. Sam always makes me watch it with him and I hate it.”

 

I laughed as we both settled close to each on the couch. We’d always been like that, touching and being close. Some people even thought we were together, and we would just laugh and go along with it.

 

We turned on the news and just kept knocking back beers. Eventually we’d gone through the four and were on our third each, almost trashed.

 

Ashley’s head was on my lap and I was really enjoying it, but I needed to pee. So I shoved her off, giggling as she grumbled.

 

I got to the bathroom down the hall and looked at myself in the mirror. I was looking pretty hot myself, for someone’s who just come home from a long day’s work.

 

I had long, wavy brown hair, 34D tits, and an ass to die for, as Brice tells me.  I loved that my waist was so tiny, because it made my tits look even bigger.

 

Anyway, after peeing, I went back to the living room. I found Ashley with a bottle of vodka on the table, pouring out shots for the two of us.

 

She looked up and smiled. “Let’s get totally smashed Sarah, I mean it. Just the two of us.”

 

I laughed again and took my shot, knocking it back like a pro.

 

So we continued drinking for a while after that, until we were so drunk that we were dancing around the room together, like total idiots, on a Wednesday night.

 

I was dancing crazy until I felt Ashley put her arms around me from behind, really tight, grinding against my ass. It felt sooo good, and I started grinding on her too, partly from how turned on I was, and from all the booze.

 

I heard her groan, and I took this as a good sign, so I turned around and started grinding on her from the front. I stuck one leg between hers, so we were basically just rubbing our pussies together. I was totally surprised, because we’d never done anything like this before, apart from that one kiss.

 

The song ended, and another began, but we just kept at it, for more than an hour. Finally, the CD ended, and we pulled apart, looking at each other. I wanted to keep rubbing against her, because by this point I was horny enough to hump anything.

 

Ashley flopped down on the couch, sweating, and I dropped down next to her. We were both breathing heavily. There was a comfortable silence for awhile, until Ashley cleared her throat. I looked at her expectantly.

 

“Sarah, did you like it that time that we made out at that party months ago?”

 

I was shocked, and stared at her. She looked oddly excited. I decided to be truthful.

 

“Yeah Ash, I loved it. I thought it was really hot.”

 

She grinned. “Good,” she said, just before leaning in to make out with me. It was a hot kiss, with tongues right away, and we were both moaning within minutes.

 

I pulled away. “Ash, are you sure you want to do this?” We had both sobered up a bit, and I wasn’t sure she wanted to continue.

 

In response, she just dived at me, knocking me back with her lips pressed to mine. I moaned as I felt her hand slip inside my shirt, massaging my tit through my bra. I wasn’t having of that though, I was always the one in control.

 

I spanked her and pulled away from her hungry lips. “Get your ass into my room right now slut, and you’d better be naked by the time I get there.”

 

She looked a little shocked, but complied eagerly. I grinned, and made my way to my room. I had been waiting a long time for this.

 

She was lying naked on my bed, her hands massaging her tits and plucking at her nipples. God, she was fast. Her eyes were closed, so I snuck up on her, diving my fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

 

She gasped, her eyes flying open, then groaned loudly. I kept plunging my fingers into her tight wet pussy, like the pro I was, and she started cumming within minutes.

 

She looked at me. “Now it’s your turn, Sarah.” She said, grinning madly.

 

I held up a hand. “Oh no, I’m not done with you yet. Close your eyes you whore.” She did so immediately.

 

I went to my closet and rummaged around for a minute, finally finding what I was looking for. A giant purple strap-on, that I’d bought just for this. I stood next to where Ashley’s head was on the bed. I stuck the huge cock in her face and told her to open her eyes.

 

She did, gasping once more. “Suck it, you cock slut.” And she did, totally going to town on my makeshift cock, like it was water and she was parched.

 

“Yeah, you like that, you whore? I know how much you love cock Ashley, and you’re going to get a lot of it tonight.”

 

She just moaned, loving my cock so much.

 

Finally I figured that she’d had enough, so I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off my cock.

 

“On your hands and knees, bitch!” I ordered. She did, and I got up behind her on the bed.

 

Quickly, so she wouldn’t expect it, I drove my huge cock into her tight wet pussy, hitting bottom on the first stroke. She shrieked a little, and started pulling on her nipples and moaning.

 

I pushed her hands away and grabbed onto her huge tits for leverage, letting them fill my hands as I squeezed, hard.

“How’s that, slut? How do you like my cock in your pussy?”

 

She almost couldn’t speak. “I love it, I love your huge cock Sarah, I want you inside me forever.”

 

“How come your pussy is so tight on my cock, whore? I know how many guys you fucked, because you’re such a cock slut.”

 

“Your cock is just so much bigger than what I’m used to. Sam’s cock is tiny.”

 

“So you’ve fucked him, huh? Who’s better?”

 

“You are Sarah, you’re the best cock I’ve ever had. I want you to fuck me forever. I want you to fuck my pussy long and hard.”

 

“You know who I’m going to fuck after you Ashley, you know who?”

 

“N—no, I don’t.” Her huge tits started to swing into her face.

 

“I’m going to fuck your sister, Tanya, and you’re going to watch.”

 

“I’ve always wanted to fuck Tanya, she is such a slut fifteen-year-old.  She needs to be taught a lesson.”

 

“Well Ashley, you and I will fuck her hard and fast together. How will you like that, slut? Fucking your sister? Making her scream?”

 

Ashley moaned, her hand coming to rub her pussy.

 

“You’ll love it, won’t you, because you’ll get it wherever you can. You’re a dirty slut, and you need to be

taught a lesson just like your sister.”

 

I started spanking her ass, harder and harder, with each thrust of my hips, till her ass started getting bright red.

 

With each slap she cried out, while rubbing her tits hard.

 

I started moving faster and faster.

 

“OH GOD YES SARAH! THAT’S IT, KEEP FUCKING MY PUSSY WITH YOUR HUGE COCK! FASTER, FASTER! HARDER YOU BITCH, FUCK ME HARDER!” She started yelling.

 

She came with a scream, collapsing on my bed.

 

I pulled out, and grabbed her by the hair to turn her around on the bed. I slapped her in the face with my cock, hard. “That’s for calling me a bitch you cock slut.”

 

She just smiled, loving the euphoria of the cum.

 

She closed her eyes, but I slapped her across the face again.

“Don’t go to sleep yet bitch! I haven’t cum yet!”

 

She opened her eyes, staring at my pussy. I’d taken the strap-on off.

 

Her hand reached up to squeeze my huge tits.

 

We fucked three more times that night, and still do every night that our boyfriends are away.

 

We even fucked the night before Ashley got married to Sam, and she could barely walk down the aisle.

 

And Tanya, well that’s just an entirely different story.

 

The End

My Neighbor

bigguy32 on Other Stories

Once i decided to make my make my move, i acted fast, because i wanted her.

I saw her ex husband take their children away for the weekend. And my parents were set to leave in an hour. This was the night.

Once my parents left, i jerked the early one off, because i was so nervous and horny.

I walked over, and knocked on her door. She came to the door and gave me a smile.

She opened the door.

"Hey" she said

i told her i needed to talk to her about something. and we went in and sat on her couch.

I told her i needed help with girls.

She took it from there, and put her hand on my thigh, i looked at her and smiled and she came in and kissed me.

we were making out on her couch for a while, she was wearing a short skirt, w

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ith a tank top on. and i told her my idea of doing her in everyroom in her house, and she was all about it. She Said she was so horny and hadn't had sex since she was divorced which was now 5 years ago.

we went to her basement and sat on her couch, and i laid her back and hiked up her skirt, pulled off her panties and i ate her out, for five minutes of pure bliss she was moaning. after she had come i decided to pull her up and make out with her for a minute.

we decided that the rest of the basement rooms were to dirty for our likes, and went upstairs to her kitchen.

We got up there and i started kissing her, she went down on me, and unzipped my pants. and pulled my cock out and starting sucking it, she sucked so perfectly and it was the best bj i've ever had. i told her i was about to blow and she just sucked harder til i blew a load in her mouth.

after words i pulled her up to my level and started makingout with her. we went into her dinning room and climed onto her table. i pulled her tank top off and started licking her tits. i pulled my pants off and hiked up her skirt up and asked her if i could proceed.

I grabbed my cock, and slide it into her perfectly tight pussy since it hasn't beend used in a while. we were going in and out, for about 5 minutes, at which point i asked wheter or not i could cum in her, and she started orgaisming oh yes, and her orgasism sent me over the edge and i blew the sweetest load of my life. we went back into her living room, and sat on her couch, and i fucked her there. we walked up her stairs, and went into her daughters room, i took off her skirt, and kissed her freshley shaven pussy. i layed her on the bed and fucked her doggy style.

The rest will come soon.....

Mrs. Taggart & Friends, Part 1

ClarinetAndrew on Love Stories

          MRS. TAGGART AND FRIENDS
                                                      Chapter 1

 

When I was in college, I earned pocket money by doing handyman type jobs around the neighbor hood of the college. In those days I was a touch under six feet tall, and a bit over 170 pounds, with dark brown hair that tended to wave, and brown eyes. My penis was just
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a wee bit over seven inches in length and of moderate thickness. No massive, uncircumcised dong for me!

 

One afternoon I received a call from a new client, Mrs. Taggart, to come over and move some boxes out her attic. I quoted her a reasonable price and made arrangements to go over that coming Friday afternoon when I was finished with classes for the week.

 

At the agreed upon time I arrived at Mrs. Taggart=s house. It was a smallish house, and a little weather-beaten but with a nice lawn and a well-tended garden. Looking at the outside I hoped that I might pick up some extra work painting the outside trim. Mrs. Taggart greeted me at the door. She was, I=m sure, in her late fifties or early sixties, tall and stately and still pretty. Her grey hair was nicely styled. She was wearing a nice floral print dress, large glasses, and what I assumed to be a faux pearl necklace.

 

After introductions she explained that I was to take a number of boxes out of the attic and put them in the garage.

 

“All right, Jim,” she said standing up from her seat on the sofa, “Come with me.”

 

Mrs. Taggart led me into a hallway where the entrance to the attic was located. I was glad that the attic had a hiding stairway leading up to it rather than having to use a ladder. Mrs. Taggart indicated for me to climb up. The attic had boards laid across the rafters to make a reasonable floor, but that was its only redeeming feature. It was hot, stuffy and dusty. Mrs. Taggart poked her head up and indicated the boxes that she wanted moved.

 

“They are a lot of my late husband=s books,” she explained.

 

I groaned inwardly. I knew that they were going to be damn heavy, and there seemed to be a bloody lot of them.

 

“All right, Ma'am,” I said forcing a smile, “I had better get started.”

 

Up and down, in and out, I carried the boxes of books from the attic to the garage. I was really building up a sweat working in the stifling attic. I was certainly earning my money on this assignment!

 

I was about halfway done, and in the garage when Mrs. Taggart came out with a large glass of ice water.

 


“Jim, you poor dear,” she said sympathetically, “Take a break for Pete=s sake.”

 

“Yes, Mrs. Taggart,” I said gratefully accepting the drink. I sat down on one of the boxes. Mrs. Taggart sat opposite me. She demurely crossed her knees.

 

“So tell me, Jim, what are you studying in college?”

 

“History, Mrs. Taggart,” I replied, “European history.”

 

“Well, then,” she said enthusiastically, “You may want to look through some of those boxes before Goodwill comes to take them. My late husband was quite a history buff.”

 

“That sounds great, Mrs. Taggart.”

 

“You can call me ‘Muriel,’ Jim. ‘Mrs. Taggart’ gets a little stodgy sounding after awhile.”

 

“Sure, Muriel,” I replied with a smile. In my mind ‘Muriel’ was the name of a cow, not an attractive older woman. From what I could tell, she still had a nice figure, and a very sweet smile: I’ve always been fond of women who have pleasant smiles.

 

[Filler conversation]

 

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Muriel asked. “A strong and handsome young man like you must be beating the girls away with a stick.”

 

I blushed at the complement. “I don=t really have a lot time for a girlfriend. And anyway, I find most of the college girls rather vapid and brainless. I like a woman who is intelligent,” I looked out of the garage door, “And mature.”

 

“Oh really, Jim?” Muriel said. I could hear the smile in her voice.

 

“Honest truth, Ma’am.” I said smiling in reply. “Thanks for the drink, but I need to get back to work.”

 

I continued laboring with the boxes until I finally had them all transferred from the attic to the garage. I was beat: tired, hot and sweaty; and looking forward to sitting down.

 

Muriel came out to evaluate my handiwork. She smiled and pronounced that I had done an excellent job.

 

“Come inside, Jim, and I’ll fix you a drink,” Muriel said kindly.

 

She didn’t have to ask twice. I sat down on the sofa and stretched out. In just a few moments Muriel came into the living room with two martinis.

 


“Chin-chin!” she said. That was something that my grandmother used to say when she had a drink!

 

I did a bad Bogart impression in response. “Here=s looking at you, sweetheart.”

 

“As a history student, Jim, you should know that expression can be construed as an insult. It means that you are going to keep your eyes open while you take a drink because you don=t trust the person you are drinking with: that=s one reason why beer tankards have a glass bottom in them.”

 

“But I like looking at you,” I said with a laugh

 

“Well, that=s different.”

 

It was true. I liked looking at Muriel Taggart. She was leaning back in the corner of the sofa, her drink in one hand, the other arm resting on the back of the couch. That pose called some attention to her bosom, which was nicely proportioned. Again, she had crossed her knees, and now was dangling her left sandal on her foot. What I could see of her legs was very nice: slender, smooth, shapely, and without any varicose veins. Part of me was hoping that she would uncross her legs so I might get a glimpse up her dress.

 

“Jim, you poor dear, you look so hot and sweaty,” Muriel said putting her glass on the coffee table, “Would you like to take a shower and clean up?”

 

I could feel the stickiness of my shirt. “Yes, Muriel, that would be nice.”

 

“Then follow me.”

 

She led me to the bathroom. I stood awkwardly while Muriel rummaged in the linen closet for, as she put it, ‘a nice towel.’ Muriel got not just a towel but a bottle of shampoo and new bar of soap for me as well.

 

“Just toss your work clothes out of the door. I’ll run them through the washing machine when you=re done with the hot water.”

 

Once she had closed the door to the bathroom, I started the water and took a nice lengthy shower. I certainly felt good to wash the sweat and dirt from the attic off of me.

 

As I was drying off and regretting that Muriel didn’t find a razor so I could touch up my morning shave I heard a tapping on the bathroom door.

 

“Jim, I found a bathrobe you can wear: it=s on the doorknob.”

 


“Thanks!” I called through the door.

 

Clean, dry and now clothed I headed back to the living room. Muriel was waiting there, having refreshed our drinks.

 

As before, we sat on opposite ends of the sofa while we chatted.

 

Muriel listened attentively as I rambled on about my classes and the college sports teams. I listened attentively as Muriel rambled on about the doings of her bridge club and book club.

 

“If you will excuse me Jim,” Muriel said rising. She finished her second martini in one long pull and disappeared towards the kitchen.

 

I few moments later I got the surprise of my life. Muriel sashayed into the living room wearing only a black lace demi-cup bra and matching panties. I was right in my assessment of Muriel=s figure: she was still a very attractive woman, with just the hint of a tummy, but I could care less about that. As she came nearer, I could see her pale pink areolas peak out over the scalloped edges of her bra cups. Of course I became erect instantly at the sight of her in her undies.

 

Muriel turned herself around to give me a good look at her.

 

“What do you think, Jim?”

 

“Wow!” is all I could say. And that was true. For being around sixty she was incredibly sexy. She sat back down on the sofa. I scooted over to her and slipped my arms around her. Her skin was warm and smooth. I started kissing her, trying to hold back my enthusiasm, but to no avail: my lips were all over her face and neck. She untied the sash of the bathrobe I was wearing and grasped my penis.

 

“Is this for me?” she asked coyly as she gently stoked my erection

 

“Yes,” I murmured between kisses, “All for you, Muriel!” I locked my lips to hers. Our tongues met and dueled. I brought my right hand from her back to fondle her breasts. I was able to pop her left nipple out over her bra cup. With a bit of gentle rubbing it became erect.

 

I worked my way down her neck, kissing all the way. Now was time for restraint. Slowly I kissed back and forth across her chest moving lower towards her breasts. From the limited experience that I had I knew that women like things to go slow. I was happy to oblige.

 

As I was easing lower I slid my hands around to feel her tushie. It was a little flat, but I had no complaints about it.

 

I was thoroughly aroused by the soft and warm flesh under my lips as I kissed Muriel=s breasts. But I wanted more. I released her bottom and unhooked her bra.

 


Muriel Taggart=s breasts would have done a woman thirty years her junior proud: still reasonably firm B not totally flaccid B symmetrical; with very pale areolas and thick nipples that were now jutting out proudly at me.

 

“Do you like my boobies, Jim?” Muriel murmured smiling.

 

In reply I took her right nipple in my mouth while it caressed her left breasts. I suckled lightly on that jewel, flicking at it with my tongue. Muriel whispered her appreciation of my attentions. After a few minutes I switched sides.

 

“Don’t want to let anyone feel left out,” I said huskily.

 

When I was satisfied that Muriel=s breast had been thoroughly loved I continued down her body. Her tummy was soft, as to be expected. When I reached the waistband of her panties I knew what I had to do.

 

Slowly I eased the lacy black panties down, kissing the soft skin as it was unveiled to my hungry gaze.

 

“Oh, Jim-dear, you are a tease!”

 

When I got her panties down far enough, I was surprise that Muriel was totally smooth. If she shaved or it was just the result of age I didn’t know, and at the time it didn’t care. After getting her panties off and tossed aside I knelt down and began to worship Muriel=s pussy.

 

Another pleasant surprise was the fact that she rapidly became lubricated. She was no dried up old woman. Her pussy had a rich earthy aroma, and the sweet taste.

 

Muriel was certainly enjoying my attentions: she stroked my hair and murmuring terms of endearment to me. Her hands dropped from my head, her breathing picked up speed as I flicked her clitoris with my tongue as I slipped my right middle finger in to her vagina. She was reasonably tight, in spite of her age.

 

“Oh God, Jim! That is fantastic!” she murmured ecstatically. “Oh God, oh...Oh yes...Oh God, I=m cumming! Oh!” she moaned as her climax broke over her in waves.

 

Slowly I eased my lips away from her pussy and on to her soft and smooth thighs to let Muriel enjoy her orgasm.

 

Muriel was totally relaxed. “Oh, Jim,” she said in a husky voice, full of passion, “That was the best orgasm I’ve had in ages.”

 

“You=re welcome, Muriel,” I said looking up from between her legs. I smiled a mischievous smile. “Do you mind if I do it again?”

 

Muriel sighed deeply as she leaned further back into the cushions. “If you insist...”

 

Rather than just diving back into her sweet pussy I paid attention to the inside of her thighs and her plump and smooth mount of Venus. I knew if I barely touched my penis I would erupt, I kept my left hand under Muriel=s bottom while my right wandered upwards towards her breasts.

 

“You certainly know how to please a woman, Jim,” Muriel said huskily as my lips paid homage to her womanhood.

 

When I had worked my way back to her pussy the phone rang.

 

“Don=t stop,” Muriel said as she reached for the phone. “Hello?” she said dreamily.

 

The rest of the conversation on her part was a series of detached, monosyllabic answers: ‘Yes,’ ‘No,= ‘Uhuh,’ and the like.

 

I could tell by how Muriel wiggled and rubbed herself against my face that another orgasm was quickly approaching. I slipped my tongue into her vagina as deep as it would go. Muriel responded with a long, shuddering groan of pleasure as she climaxed again.

 

Apparently the person on the other end of the phone asked what was going on.

 

“There=s a handsome young man here eating my pussy, and it=s driving me wild!”