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Rail

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Rail

I met Rail at a CB equipment swap-meet. We were both looking at the same piece of gear. It was the last item of its kind there, and I bowed out to let her buy it.

Now Rail was certainly no beauty queen, but she had a great sense of humor. She told me why she picked Rail as a handle. She knew she was skinny as a rail and ugly as a mud fence. She was indeed skinny as a rail. Though she wasn’t quite that ugly, she sure wouldn’t win any beauty contests.

However, when I told her she was wrong about the ugly part, a broad smile spread across her face, and her eyes seemed to sparkle. I told her she should pick another handle.

Rail soon became my go-to gal. That’s all she said she wanted to be. She sai

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d she knew her body and looks wouldn’t win her any prizes, but she loved to screw. So, once, or twice, a week, if it was getting late, and I found myself without a girl, I could call on Rail.

Rail lived only fifteen minutes from my place. In the time it took me to drive to her apartment, she would take a quick shower, make us drinks, dim the lights, and put on some soft music. When I arrived, I would frequently find her stretched out her bed wearing nothing but her panties.

Rail never wore a bra. As skinny as she was, she didn’t need one. She had practically no tits, but she did have an impressive pair of nipples. When her nipples were erect, they were over a half inch long and about as thick as AAA batteries.

As I entered her apartment, I’d shed my clothes and join her in bed. By the time I took the first sip of my drink, Rail would be nude and curled up next to me. We would hold each other close and cuddle while we talked a bit. Then, when I finished my drink, we would get down to some serious fucking.

What Rail lacked in appearance, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. As I finished my drink, Rail would stroke my cock to a full erection. Sometimes, due to having too much to drink that night, I would have difficulty getting it up. Rail knew just what to do. She would drop down and suck my cock. She’d only quit when she had me hard enough to please her hungry pussy.

Rail liked it hard and fast. If I was tired, or humping too slow for her, she was not a bit bashful about taking control. She’d roll me onto my back, squat on my cock, and ride me hard until she came. Sometime during the process, I usually dumped a load of cum in her pussy. If not, she’d finish me off with a hard-sucking blow job.

A short time after we had both cum at least once, I’d give her a pat on the ass, a quick kiss, and be on my way home. Every guy needs a go-to girl.

The Club

djkezuk on Sex Stories

You are in a pretty large nightclub and the music is pumping pretty loud, you've had a great night so far and your feeling more than just merry with the drink flowing through your viens, you head over to the bar to grab you and your friends another drink, as you aproach the bar you notice someone who you think you recognise and tap him lightly on the shoulder, i turn round looking straight into your eyes as i do, "sorry" you say "i thought you was someone else" "Well is it such a bad thing that im not?" i reply, "no" you say while we still stand staring into each others eyes, "why dont you join me fo

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r a drink" i say, "sure" you reply "i just need to take these drinks to the girls", sure no probs, just tell that bouncer over there that your looking for me, and he will show you where i am at"

you take the round back over to the girls, with your legs feeling a little jelly like with anticipation of what could be instore for you, you tell your friends that you have seen an old acquaintance from a while back and you want to go for a chat.

You make your way back over to where the bouncer was stood and ask to see the guy you was just talking to, "that would be Kerry" the bouncer tells you.

he leads you up another flight of stairs right to the top of the night club, "he's in there" the bouncer says.

you enter the room and give a gasp straight away as you take a second to gain your balance, you are amazed as you cant stop looking down through the solid glass floor looking down onto a night club full of people.

"dont worry" i say, "its quite safe and nobody can see through either" i add with a wink. "wont you come over here and join me for a drink?" i ask, "sure" you reply "something very strong though, i think i need it"

and thats how the evening started for us, we sat and talk for an hour or so with the whole night club below oblivious to us above. "so nobody can see in here at all then" you ask again for the hundreth time, "no not at all" i reply laughing, you stand up and start to walk around looking down at everyone, "so nobody down there will see me doing this then will they" you say as you let your shirt fall from your back revealing your delicious breasts and very erect nipples, "not at all sexy" i reply as i move over to you grabbing your back so i can pull you towards me, letting me bury my face into your juciy tits, "mmmmmmm" you moan with pleasure at the thought of everyone below, thinking about that gets you feeling even more horny making your skimpy tong become very moist with your pussy juices. you pull away from me and fall to your knees practically ripping my belt from my jeans, "i want to taste your cock in my mouth" you pant at me, i just stand there and let you pull out my cock leaving my jeans to fall to the floor, you push me back so i fall onto the couch with my legs spread with your head pumping up and down on my throbbing cock, licking and sucking and teasing as you do, you pull your head away and stand up ripping your skirt from round your waist as you, "i want you to fuck me senseless all over this floor" you say, and i am only too happy to oblige, you lie back on the floor shivering a little as you feel the cold glass press against your skin, i enter you slowly to begin with, looking down at your face as i do, seeing the pure pleasure radiating from you as i do, "dont be gentle" you say "just fuck me as hard as you can, i want you to make me scream" so i start to really thrust into you as hard and fast as i can, making you whimper and moan as i do, you wrap your legs around my middle to feel me enter you even deeper, pretty soon though i start to cum as your screaming into my ear, as i finish off i can see that you are still on the edge of orgasm, so i start to really go to town on your pussy with my mouth and my tongue, making you squeal with pleasure, making you wrap your legs around my neck, pulling my face deeper into your pussy tasting our juices combined, pretty soon i can feel your body tremble and your back arch a your pussy explodes into my mouth and face, send a mixture of my cum and your pussy juice down my throat and all over my face, you then proceed to lick my face so you can get a good taste of yourself, and we kiss deeply and passionately, lying there above thousands of unsuspecting people...........xxx

Meg and I ( Part 1)

Storky on Sex Stories

I ride my bike through some nearby woods regularly and use a rarely used track.

I was on my usual run and came around a corner and about 4 metres in front of me was another bike. I attempted to avoid it but the two of us collided.

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rom the mess but the girl riding the other bike had hit her head – she was not wearing a helmet and knocked herself out.

I got the bikes off her and laid her down on the grass but she had torn her shorts on the seat and they were just hanging by her waist belt. Her pants had been ripped off although her bikini pants were still intact but had been dragged down revealing much of her pubic hair.. Her T shirt was also ripped open on one side. She was bleeding from somewhere as I could see blood on her T shirt.

I washed her face with my water bottle and attempted to revive her. She was still out cold. Then I went looking for the blood as she was still bleeding. It was under her T shirt so I ripped what was left of it off and found a wound on her side. The force had also torn her bra catch so while is virtually covered her breasts it was not very effective.  I removed that too in order to get to the wound. She had small but beautiful well shaped firm breasts, I guessed she was about 17 or 18. I washed around the wound and cleaned it up which was little deeper than a scratch and the bleeding was slight but enough to run. I tore a piece of her T shirt and used it as a pad on the wound trying to stop the flow of blood and as I was doing this she started to come around and regain consciousness. In her confused state she could see me kneeling over her and touching her and suddenly realised she was topless. She started to scream and I tried to calm her and after a moment or so she settled down a bit but was still very agitated about being topless and very exposed down below. I said just lay there you are hurt and I am trying to clean you up. She put her hand up to where I was holding the pad and said I can do that. Then said where are my clothes?. I said your bra is here but your T shirt is a mess as are you pants.

She looked down and saw she was pretty exposed but when she went to adjust her pants she gave a cry as her arm was too sore to move. I though shit she has broken it.

I said just relax and we can sort you out and get you moving. The bikes are a mess and we will have to walk back. I can come and get the bikes tomorrow.

To cut a long story short we managed to get her fixed up and the biggest problem seemed to be her arm which hurt to move, it wasn’t broken but badly sprained and we ended up using her bra to make a sling for it. She couldn’t use it at all. She was still bare breasted and had reconciled herself to the fact I had seen them and there was not much she could do to cover them. She asked me to rip off her pants as they were useless, but her bikinis covered the most intimate part. As we started to walk back she said hell I really need a pee, and then realised she couldn’t get her pants down, Can you help me she said and I stood behind her and slipped them off so she could squat and pee. I supported her as her arm was useless as an aid to balance. It was then she was completely nude apart from using her bra as a sling. She then used a bit of her T shirt to wipe herself and threw it away.

Well she said now you have me at your mercy I don’t normally go round showing everybody what I have.

I said look I must admit I am enjoying the view but lets face it, now is not the time or the place and you are in no shape for me to be doing anything naughty. I helped her replace her pants looking right at her pubic patch as I pulled them up on her. Until now I hadn’t realised she was trimmed and shaped. She saw me staring and said hey that’s enough that is not for general exhibition. I said I like it, it looks sexy. She said some other day buster. I said good as I am not really in the mood now myself. She giggled and said I don’t know about that and could see that I had firmed up a little. One side of my bike pants were torn as well and they flapped open a bit.

We walked for about an hour to get close to where the track started; she had to rest a bit as she was very sore. I said where you live you can’t go walking through the streets like that. She said actually it’s about a kilometre from the end of the track. I said well then I think I had better go to my place and get something to cover you and bring my car back and I can drive you home. It’s nearly dark anyhow. She was happy with that arrangement and I left her with my T shirt as it was cooling off and her shoulder was beginning to throb.

I returned with a warm jacket and track pants and helped her put them on – accidentally touching her breasts as I did so. Sorry I said I didn’t do that intentionally. She said I hope not, but thanks anyhow.

I drove her home and went up to the door with her, nobody was home so she took me around the back and showed me where a spare key was to let her in.  She said come on in and I will return your clothes. She took me right into her bedroom and I helped her remove everything down to her pants and said is there anything else I can do.  Look, you can really, can you run my bath I want to soak and try and get rid of some of these aches. She took me to the bathroom and I ran the bath. While I was there I said would you mind if I had a pee and she said no go ahead, and I imagined she would leave me but she stood there looking at me, and said well go on, get on with it, and waited for me to do it. I was a bit embarrassed but pulled my cock out and began to pee, getting as much of my back to her as I could. She moved to see as much as she could and said ok buster you have seen me naked, surely you don’t mind me seeing a bit of you too. I milked my cock dry and put it back in my pants and she said spoil sport. I blushed. She said I liked what I saw, maybe some other day we can compare notes. 

I said I must go and let you soak, she said first will you take my pants down again, I cant do it with one arm. I did and she said see I am not as shy as you. I blushed again. She got into the bath and I helped her sit down. I said how will you get out and towel off. She said my mother should be home shortly she will help me. She said will you leave your phone number on the pad on my bedside table please, I want to be able to contact you and we have to do something about those bikes. I said I can do that tomorrow don’t worry and she said no I want to help. I said how about your shoulder and she said I might be better by the, anyhow I still have one other arm.

I went to her room and wrote my number on her pad which was on her bedside table as she said. I couldn’t help but notice her bedside drawer was open and there were two either vibrators or dildos very visible and what I gathered to be some pills which looked very much like oral contraceptives. I was stunned. I picked one of the vibrators up and sure enough it was a battery powered model and quit a healthy looking device. Obviously she uses it as I could see dried stains on it. I put it back and sang out I am going, and she said come here a minute, and I went to her and she said now thank you and gave me good bye kiss. I will ring you tomorrow she said. I bent down and she kissed me rather than me kissing her and if she had both hands I am sure she would have pulled me into the bath with her. It was more than a peck and I liked it. She smiled and said again you like me don’t you - I can see it again. I was firm again and it was more obvious this time.

Later that night she rang and said thank you again, the bath did me a lot of good and my mom has massaged my shoulder and its feeling a bit better. I will ring tomorrow to make a time to help with the bike. Then her mom got on the phone and said Meg has told me what happened and thank you. I slept with her picture in my mind that night.

The next day she rang and said I will meet you at the track and we can walk down, I will bring a sandwich as it will be a long walk there and back.

We met as arranged and she had a back pack on and I asked how the shoulder was and she said sore but feeling much better. I can use it fairly well, you wont have to pull my pants down today and I said that’s a pity. She laughed. I said let me carry the pack and she slipped it off and gave it to me.

We walked and chatted all the way down. I had bought a couple of tools to dismantle the bikes to make them easier to carry. At a spot not far from the place we collided she said before we start there is a nice place over here to have lunch and took me through some scrub to a point I never realise existed on an escarpment overlooking the river. I come here quite a bit she said I love just being alone here. I was amazed. I asked how often do you come and she said every few days in summer and a few times during the winter if it’s sunny. It surprises me I haven’t seen you before she said not many people know about this track. I said I know that’s why we collided yesterday I have never seen anybody on it.

She produced some sandwiches and then to my surprise she started to undress. Now you know why I come here, you didn’t notice yesterday I have an all over tan, I sunbake nude here all the time and know I will not be seen. Come on join me she said, you have the drop on me you have seen me nude a few times now its time for me to see you. I hesitated and she said come on don’t be shy. I undressed and to my surprise I didn’t harden at all my cock remained soft and sat on the top of my balls and showed itself at its best behaviour.

Ah she said that’s what I like - a naked man. I like what I see - a slim hard body and a nice circumcised cock. Not many like that these days she said. I blushed. Come over here and sit beside me – you didn’t think this was going to happen did you. I can’t believe my luck us meeting like this. I broke up with my bf a month or so ago and I have been without a man for ages. Are you attached? I said no. Good she said I think we are going to be really good together. We ate and she had no inhibitions about being seen naked. A couple of times she did or said something, and my cock firmed to a couple of different stages but never hard. She was watching me and it often. After we had lunch we were almost sitting touching and she said do you know something, I said no, she said that cock of yours doesn’t really like me does it? I said why do you say that, she said I have been trying to entice it to show itself to me at its best but it never makes the grade.

Then to my surprise she put her hand around it and squeezed it. Before you could blink it was erect and hard and straight up with her hand still around it. Ahhhhh she said it is interested, look at that it does like me.  Its beautiful. Does it know how to do anything else but pee? I said what do you mean. Does it know how to make a girl happy, I said it seems to by the look of you. No she said I am impressed – happy comes later. How many girls has it satisfied – I blushed again. She said come on don’t be shy how many- I said a couple. She said how many is a couple – I said two. Well she said today it will be three, I want you to make love to me, I am aching for it, truly. Can we do it. I said wow I have never been propositioned before. Well she said you have now and I mean it, please will you do it with me. I really want you to. I take all the precautions I use oral contraception, Please – pretty please. I didn’t need to reply she got up took my hand and pulled me up and led me to a grassy spot and pulled the blanket we had been sitting on over and laid it down and the got down and sat there waiting for me to make love to her.  I couldn’t believe it, she was seducing me really. I got down and we sat together and she kissed me and our tongues entwined and I got harder and she got wet. Then she whispered do it now please, do it now, as when she lay back I could see the moisture at the lips of her vagina. Come on she said I am ready and can’t wait.

End of story 1 – there is more to follow

 

 

 

Plantation Livivng

juderboy on Sex Stories

          I hope you enjoy this story.  It is total fiction.  I’d love to get your feedback.  Please send your thoughts to tellme8888@aol.com

Pla

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ntation Living

Chapter 1

          There’s no way to fully describe the magnificence of my family home.  The house was over a hundred years old and was huge.  To this day I still don’t know how many rooms there were.  The house was always full of people, music, wonderful foods, and lots of other beautiful things.  I remember the trees, the honeysuckle, and the creek where I went swimming on hot days.  It truly was a wonderful life, if you were white. 

          South Carolina was the heart of soul of southern living before the Civil War.  If you were white and had money there wasn’t anything better than plantation living.  We had beautiful horses to ride, the ocean was close by, and dresses of every color or style you could think of.  The only thing that could have made life better would be would have been to have my mother with me.  She died giving birth to me.

          My father was a wonderful man.  He made sure that I had almost everything I needed or wanted.  When I was very young his love was all I needed or wanted.  He loved me and took good care of me.  But as I grew older my view of him changed.  I found out what a slave was and that we had many.  It disturbed me greatly that the people that took care of me and my home were considered property.  As I grew up I learned to love most of the house staff.  Since my father was a very busy man and traveled a lot the house staff was responsible for raising me.  I had governesses from time to time, but daddy, soon or later, would try to bed them and they would leave.

          The cook was a wonderful fat old black woman.  She made special dishes for me for when daddy wasn’t looking.  She treated me like I was her daughter and I loved her for it.  She had a daughter about my age and we spent almost all our time together, whenever daddy wasn’t home.  We were the best of friends.  My father hated it.  He made sure that I was taught the difference between black people, slaves, and us.  I was taught that we superior and that black’s weren’t worth much except for brute labor.  I was allowed to play with Sarah only when we were alone, no guest or visitors.  If any other white people were around I was supposed to treat the slaves like trash.  I hated doing it but it was the only way that daddy would allow me to play with Sarah.

          Whites are supposed to better than blacks, so socializing was forbidden.  Treating a black person kindly or have a relationship (sex) with them would earn you the label of NIGGER LOVER.  Life was pure hell for anyone earning that kind of label.  I’ve seen best friends turn on each other, offenders beaten, and even killed because of stuff like this.  Don’t ask what would happen to the slave.

          Those were the daytime rules and they were followed to the letter.  What happens at night and in private was a completely different matter.  More than one white slave owner would slip into the bed of one of his black women slaves.  This included my father.  Without my mother around the only sex he got was from some of the slave women that worked in the house.  The women couldn’t complain or do anything about it.  Punishment for slaves was plain awful.  I never really noticed anything when I was younger.  But as I got older I started seeing things I wished I hadn’t.  More than once I walked into I room only to find my father getting a blow job from one of the black women.  I also heard moans coming from his room at night.

          A white man having sex with a black women was overlooked by the locals as long as it wasn’t made public.  After all, Thomas Jefferson had a black mistress.  However, a white woman having sex with a black man was treated very seriously.  Just the idea of it drove most white men crazy.  Punishment for such things were unbelievable.  I remember one time a husband found out his wife was fucking several of his black slaves.  He tried to claim that she was raped but the truth came out.  She was paraded in front of the town where her husband beat her with a bull whip.  The other women shaved her head and she was forced to leave town with nothing but the clothes on her back.  They hung her black lovers. 

          Another rule for plantation living was that fathers arranged dates and marriages for their daughters.  Most of the time it was a business deal, plain and simple.  By the time I was 14, daddy was already looking for me a husband.  Thank god I had Sarah to talk to.  We couldn’t have been closer.  Even with the rules working against us, we found time to do things and go places.  I loved living on the plantation but hated all of the double standard rules.

Chapter 2

          Everything changed on my 15th birthday.  A huge party was planned and my father kept hinting that he had a very special surprise for me.  I couldn’t wait for the party.  Sarah had told me that she had a surprise for me too.  I knew she couldn’t come to the party, so I went looking for her before the guests started to arrive.  I couldn’t find her anywhere.  I stopped by my father study to see if he knew where Sarah was.  I opened the door slowly because I heard noises that usually meant my father was getting a blow job.  I had spied on him a few times.  My guess was right.  He had his hands around someone’s head while he fucked her face.  I couldn’t see who it was at first but was horrified when I found out it was Sarah.  My father was ramming his cock all the way down her throat.  It most not have been the first time he had done this to her because she didn’t have any trouble with having her throat fucked.  I hated him for it, but I couldn’t stop watching.  I knew when he was about to cum by the noises he was making.  He told her to swallow all of it or she would be punished.  Swallow it she did.

          The birthday party started right on time.  There were lots of people and tons of presents.  The food was better than ever and the entertainment kept everyone happy.  It was a wonderful night.  But I couldn’t get the vision of Sarah’s lips wrapped around my father’s cock.  I still could see her throat bulge as my father’s cock shot off.

          Near the end of the evening my father gathered everyone around us.  He wanted to give me my surprise and he wanted to do it in front of everyone.  He had me close my eyes and I felt someone holding my hands in a very caring way.  When I opened my eyes I was looking into the face of a young man a little older than myself.  He was introduced to me as Josh and that my surprise was that Josh was to be my husband.  My father was so proud of himself. 

          I was in shock.  I knew this day was coming but I was shocked just the same.  I had no voice in the subject and the wedding date had already been agreed upon.  Josh’s family owned a fleet of ships and a partnership with my family would make both families very rich, or richer.  Just like I said, a business deal, plain and simple.

          A week later I was married and living in Josh’s family home in Charleston.  It was a nice place and they all treated me well.  Josh was a nice man and he was very happy with his side of the deal.  He thought I was beautiful.  But I missed my home.

          I was a virgin when I married Josh but he took care of that the second he got me alone.  I had seen my father getting blow jobs and I had seen animals having sex, so I had some kind of idea what I was in for.  I’d love to write more about my first time but there wasn’t much to say.  It hurt a little,  lasted only a few seconds, and it was over.

          Josh made it clear that he wanted a big family and he wanted to start right away.  What that really means is that he fucked me morning, , and night.  I’d like to say that I enjoyed the sex but it never lasted long enough.  Josh was only concerned with his own pleasure.  I didn’t complain because I didn’t know it could be any other way.  I just did what I was supposed to do.  

          This lifestyle lasted about six months.  Josh was getting upset with me because I still wasn’t pregnant.  He was such a child about the whole thing.  He acted as if I had control over the situation.  We saw a doctor but medicinal knowledge was very limited.  After all was said and done, the doctor blamed a horseback riding accident when I was 10 years old for my condition.  He said I would never be able to have children, but I thought he was a nut.  Josh didn’t.

          The marriage was annulled and I was sent home.  I thought my father would be upset with me also.  My “condition” had put a very important partnership in jeopardy.  However the partnership held because both sides were making enough money to overlook this situation.  Either way, I was happy to be home.

          I had only been gone six months but a lot of things had changed.  I had changed.  I was a woman now.  Sarah was different too.  She used to be happy to see me and we could talk about anything.  But something was happening to her and she didn’t want to talk about it.  I tried to leave things alone but I needed my best friend back.  I had a lot I needed to talk to her about and it was clear that she did too.  So I pressed the issue and made her talk to me.

          On most plantations the slaves are coupled together and forced to have children.  This arrangement formed families within the slave population.  Most slave owners saw this as a way to control the slave population without using force.  My father had other ideas.  He believed that a family would cause his slaves to want to escape.  He believed that the male slave was more valuable than to female and that he could get more out of his males if he used his females as enticements.  My father breeded the females like they were livestock.  Each woman would have several different males visit them at night.  With the lights out nobody knew who was having sex with whom.  Nobody knew who knocked up whom.  The females bred more slaves and the males had nothing else to do with it.  All they knew is that if they stayed out of trouble and they got their work done there was pussy tonight.  This was what was happening to Sarah.

Chapter 3

          When I finally got her talking about the situation I couldn’t get her to stop.  She was upset because she didn’t want to get pregnant.  I would have thought she would be upset about the sex and the way she was being treated.  Sarah said that the sex was great and she couldn’t wait for night time to come.  She said that each night she was visited by at least three different black men and they fuck the hell out of her.  She said the orgasms were better than she had been told they would be.  I didn’t know what an orgasm was, nobody had ever talked to me much about sex.

          I told Sarah about my situation.  She wanted to know if I had any feelings for Josh and the truth is, I didn’t really know.  She was surprised that I had never had an orgasm with all the sex I was having.  With the ice broken, we talked for hours.  We compared our lives and I found myself getting a little jealous every time she talked about her sex life.  I knew it was going to be very difficult finding a husband knowing that I couldn’t have children.  A white woman didn’t just fuck around either, unless she was a working whore or something.  So, finding someone to give me that missing orgasm wasn’t going to be easy.

          Sarah might have been a slave but she was very smart.  When I was younger I taught her how to read and write myself, against my father’s wishes.  She picked it up faster than I did.  She understood my situation very well and I could tell by the smirk on her face that she had a plan.  I didn’t have to push her too hard for her to tell me what she had in mind.  She could be quite clever when she wanted to be.

          She told me to come by here room, out behind the barn, before it got dark outside.  She said that I could take her place in her bed tonight.  Before I could object she pointed out that the room would be dark and nobody would know the difference.  I knew what the punishment would be if any of us got caught.  Sarah said that there was nothing to be afraid of and that she would be there, in a dark corner of the room.  When I told her I was too afraid to do anything like that she suggested that I come and hide in that same dark corner and watch and listen.  She said I could make up my mind about switching places later.

          I was curious and a little horny, so I told her I would be there right after supper.  With that Sarah had to go back to work.  I found things to keep me busy for the rest of the day, but I couldn’t take my mind off tonight.  My pussy was wet and I really could have used a husband right about now.  I kept asking myself if I could every let a slave, a black man, have sex with me.  Of all the white people I knew I was the most open minded.  I didn’t have a problem with the slaves and hated the way they were treated.  But I didn’t know if I could go as far as to have sex with a black man.  All I could do was take this one step at a time.

          I arrived at Sarah’s shack just before dark.  She took me inside and told me to hide in the corner.  She said that the only light in the room would be from the moonlight coming through the window.  As soon as everything was set Sarah blew out her lantern and climbed in the bed.  She was naked because she would have no need for clothes with what was about to happen to her.  I could tell that she was very excited.

          We only waited a few minutes when we heard a knock on the door.  Sarah said nothing.  The unseen visitor opened the door and let himself in and walked over to the bed.  He quickly got out of his clothes and started to climb onto the bed with Sarah.  For just a second I was able to see his naked body, mainly his cock.  I had never believed anything could be that big.  It pointed straight out from his body and was as big around as my wrist.  I couldn’t tell how long his cock was but I knew it was at least twice as big as my former husbands.

          He climbed onto the bed and right between Sarah’s legs.  I could tell by her moans when he found the entrance to her pussy.  She must have been doing this for some time now because the unknown black man drove his cock all the way home in one thrust.  He pounded away at her pussy as hard as he could.  There was no romance, tenderness, or love like my husband had shown me.  It was raw power.  All I could hear was the slapping noises of his body making contact with Sarah’s body.  Sarah was moaning like crazy.  This attack, sex, or whatever you want to call it, was driving her crazy.  She loved it, every minute of it.  She kept saying that she was cumming, over and over again.  This must have been what she called an orgasm.

          As quick as it started, it was over.  The black man grunted a few times, arched his back, and every muscle in his body tightened.  And then he was gone.  I thought it was over but I was wrong.  The door opened again and another man came into the room.  He also got undress and climbed between Sarah’s legs.  He also rammed his cock home.  He made more noises than the first man.  But everything else was the same.  He fucked the hell out of Sarah and she cam over and over again.  The second black man emptied his load of cum in her pussy.  Then he was gone.

          I wanted to get up and leave but a third man entered the room before I could get up.  I was forced to stay there, in the dark corner, and watch as three more men fucked Sarah.  I didn’t think anybody could enjoy anything as much as Sarah enjoyed her breeding.  When it was over I told her that we would talk tomorrow and left for my room.  I couldn’t sleep because I was so turned I.  I had never played with myself before but I did that night.  I think I might have had my first orgasm that night.  I slept well afterwards.

Chapter 4

          The sun came up the next morning long before I wanted.  I couldn’t keep my eyes open at breakfast.  This was something my father noticed several times.  I told him that I hadn’t slept well and that I would like it if he would allow Sarah to spend the day with me.  I told him I had many things to do and that I wanted to go into town.  He knew how much I cared for Sarah and, even though he didn’t like it, agreed to my request.

          I quickly got myself ready after finishing breakfast.  I found Sarah and told her to come with me.  Several of the stable boys had a horse and buggy waiting for us.  The story I told my father, of course, was total bullshit.  All I wanted was to find a nice, quite, cool place where Sarah and I could talk.  I had a favorite place down by the ocean.  There was a nice place with several trees for shade, a continuous breeze, and beautiful scenery.  I had also had the kitchen staff to pack us a nice picnic lunch.  We were set for a long day of talking.

          We talked about everything that had happened the night before.  I asked her how many times she had been visited like last night.  Sarah said that it start right after I got married and moved away.  She said it started slowly, only one or two men every other evening.  She said that the men hadn’t enjoyed being with her because she cried the whole time.  Sarah said that she was not a virgin but these men were bigger, much bigger.  I asked her if my father had ever fucked her.  She said that he was the first and that one of his white slave handlers had raped her, a while later, when she took them lunch.

          Sarah said that she was always afraid because that she didn’t want a baby.  Sarah was my age and I know that having a baby would scare the hell out of me.  I told her that last night didn’t sound like someone who was scared.  I asked when being scared changed and what happened.  Sarah was quite for a while, looking for the right words to say.

          She said that one night one of the older black men came to visit her.  Unlike the others, he took some time to talk to me.  She said that he wasn’t mean, but he told her the truth.  The white men controlled her fate and if they wanted her pregnant then she would soon be.  He said that the only thing that they couldn’t control was how much, or little, she enjoyed the sex.

          She said that he was right about the sex.  Sarah said that she would lose herself in the sex.  She said she loved the cocks and how full they made her feel.  She said that as soon as the men saw that she wasn’t crying anymore more of them came to visit her.  She said that last night was how she spent three night’s a week.  On the other nights the men would visit a number of other slave women who were also being bred.

          Sarah said that she still didn’t want a baby, but she couldn’t wait to her next breeding.  I was almost envious of her.  I had had lots of sex with my husband, but I never got the pleasure that Sarah had gotten last night.  I told her that I wished I would get luck enough to meet someone that could provide such pleasure for me.  I wanted it so.

          Sarah just sat there with the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen.  She said that all I had to do was to trade places with her tomorrow night.  She said that the men, my father, or anyone else would ever know the difference.  I was scared, tempted, but scared.  I told her that I would think about it.  The truth was I wanted the sex very much.  What I was afraid of was those giant cocks.  I was sure that they would ripe up open and that the slave would know it was me.

          We spent the rest of the day talking and enjoying ourselves.  Sarah didn’t get many days like this, so I wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself.  We got back to the main house an hour or so before dinner.  Sarah thanked me for the day and I told her that I would consider her offer.  Even though I was scared, all that talk about sex and fucking made me so horny I could stand it.  I played with myself before dinner, after dinner, and when I went to bed.  I didn’t sleep well either.  When I did sleep I would dream about one of our big black hung slaves climbing into bed with me and fucking the hell out of me.  I woke up hornier than when I went to bed.  I needed to find Sarah.

Chapter 5

          I found Sarah in the kitchen doing dishes.  I guess I missed breakfast because I was too busy cramming my fingers into my pussy.  I was lost in my passion.  All I said to her was “set it up!”  Sarah died laughing.

          Right before lunch Sarah walked out back where I was reading a book and said “see you tonight”.  That was all she said.  My pussy got wet at hearing those three words.  What the hell was happening to me?  I was about to break the worst possible rule of the south and I didn’t give a damn.  A black man/men, were about to stick big, long, hard cocks inside me and I couldn’t wait.

          Time passed faster than I could ever remember.  Before I knew it I was in Sarah’s bed, naked, and waiting for my first visitor.  Sarah was hiding in the same corner I had two nights ago.  Every started out just like the other night.  There was a knock at the door, a man let himself in, stripped himself naked, and climbed on the bed.  It wasn’t until that moment that I realized just how big this black man was and his cock matched.  How the hell was that going to fit in my pussy?  And the other night the men just crammed it in.  That would kill me.  What was I going to do? 

          I was trapped.  I couldn’t get up and leave.  I couldn’t say anything or even scream or the men would know that they weren’t fucking Sarah.  Turns out it was a good thing my mind was obsessing about this situation because I didn’t notice when the first slave lined his cock up and rammed it home.

          I had never felt anything like that before and hoped to never again.  Later that night I would be singing a different tune.  His cock hit places inside me never touched before.  He seemed to notice that there was a difference and slowed down, thank god.  To my surprise the pain calmed down as my pussy became accustomed to that giant cock.  I heard the man say something like “you sure are tight tonight”.  With that he sped up and in no time he was grunting and shooting a huge load of cum inside me.

          I hardly had time to calm down and get my breath back from black man number one when black man number two came in.  In no time my pussy was full again.  This man wasn’t quite as big and it felt really good.  I soon found myself matching his thrusts with ones of my own.  I moaned and begged him to fuck me harder.  I soon felt the beginnings of an orgasm, but this was different.  I knew what it felt like to make myself cum using my fingers, but this was something else.  This was more powerful.

          Sarah had told me not to make any sounds or the men would know that they weren’t fucking her.  I just couldn’t control myself and my excitement must have had an effect on the owner of the black cock ramming into my pussy.  He started grunting and his strokes grow longer and harder.  Soon I felt my pussy being filled again with more cum than my pussy could hold.  Each thrust caused cum to be forced from my pussy.  It ran down the outside of my pussy lips and down to the crack of my ass.  The bed sheets were totally wet and I had had only two visitors.

          As I caught my breath I heard some conversation outside Sarah’s door.  Soon the third black man was between my legs.  This man was huge and, unlike the last two, he took his time working his cock into my pussy.  Unlike the other two men, this slave talked to me.  He told me what he was doing and what he was going to do.  As soon as he felt my pussy could handle his cock he started to pound away.  It was about this time that I heard him say something that made my blood run cold.  He said that I had a tight pussy and that he had never had a white girl before.

          I said “WHAT” about the same time that Sarah did.  The man never stopped fucking me.  He didn’t last long and pulled out of me as if he was in a hurry.  Could it have been because I was so tight, or because he was so big, or because he knew he was fucked when he let us know that I was not Sarah?  Either way, I was totally screwed.  Sarah jumped the man as soon as he got off of me.  She wanted to know what he knew.  The man calmed Sarah down and told her that the first man noticed the difference and knew something was up.  He relayed this to the second man.  The noises I made, the differences between Sarah and myself, or maybe he saw Sarah in the corner.  The second man knew I wasn’t Sarah and told this man that he thought I was in the bed instead of Sarah.

          I was surprised that they would talk so openly about this considering what would happen if they got caught.  Either way he said that there were four more black men outside wanting some white pussy.  I was so scared.  But Sarah took charge and told me to get back in the bed.  She said that while I took care of the next man she would talk to the rest.  She wanted to make sure that they kept their mouths shut or we all were dead.  I have no idea why I did as Sarah said, but I did. 

          Sarah left the room with man number three.  A second or two later another man entered the room.  I did nothing as he undressed and climbed onto the bed.  This wasn’t fun any more but I was too scared to run away.  That would cause a scene and attention is the one thing nobody wanted right now.  So I tried to pay attention to what I was doing.  The black man was very big and I thought he might crush me.  But he didn’t.  He moved my legs over his shoulders and propped himself up with his arms.  He stuck his cock into my pussy and started working it in and out. 

          All I wanted was for this night to be over.  I had been fucked like I had never been before.  I had had an orgasm.  It had been great.  But now I just wanted it to be finished.  That is what my mind said, but my body had other ideas.  I heard myself moan and felt my body move.  Being in this position allowed the black man to go deeper and to drive his cock in harder than any of the others.  I soon had another orgasm and it was ever stronger than the first.  I couldn’t control myself anymore.  I sound had another orgasm, then another, and another.  I was in the middle of my latest orgasm when the black man exploded in my pussy.

          Now every whiter person I had ever met always referred to the slaves as niggers.  I had never used the word myself, until that very moment.  I heard myself say “I love nigger cock.  Fuck me damn it”.  The man was a little shocked, and then laughed.  He said that there were several other niggers outside that could help me with that.  And help me they did.  Four more men entered the room and took great pleasure in fucking the hell out of me.  I had at least two orgasms per black cock.  By the time the last man was done I didn’t care about anything else but being fucked by nigger cock.  I still hated that word but those men seemed to find it funny hearing me say it.

Final

          I could hardly walk the next day.  I didn’t even know how I got back to my room.  Sarah found me resting out by the oak tree in the afternoon.  She told me that she talked with everybody that visited us last night.  Everybody promised to keep their mouths shut.  They promised to not even say anything to the other slaves.  I asked her how she pulled that off.  She said that it was simple.  Sarah said that if word got out that she would tell everybody that I was gang raped.  Most white men would jump at the chance to believe that story.  Hanging niggers was a fun thing for white men to do on a boring Saturday afternoon.  They got the point.

          Then Sarah smiled and said that she also told them that if they spoiled things by shooting off their mouths that there might not ever be a repeat of last night.  I was shocked that she even considered repeating last night again and I told her so.  She asked me if I had any male suitors calling on me.  She asked me if I had ever seen or heard of a white man with a cock as big as what I got last night.  She asked me if I know any respectable white women who get fucked seven times in a night.  The answer to all of her questions was NO.

          I told Sarah that I would think about it but that I was so confused.  It had been the best sex ever.  But everything I had ever been taught said that this was wrong.  Only whores acted like I had last night, at least publicly.  I had so much to lose.

          After a few weeks I came up with an idea that could keep my reputation safe and allow for some night time fun.  I told my father that I was too old to be living at home.  I told him that I wanted to move into the cottage down by the lake.  I told him that I would be safe because I wanted some of the slaves to work for me.  They could take care of my needs and stand guard at night.  I also said that I was close enough to home that I could visit whenever I wanted.  I was surprised when he agreed.

          I had Sarah and most of the men that fucked me that night moved into my care.  As soon as everything was set up the fun began.  Each night one slave stood guard, to make sure that no whites were around and watching.  The others would visit either Sarah or myself each night.  I spent most nights with a huge black cock in my pussy.  Sarah even taught me how to suck cock.  I was never as good at it as she was but it did make things more interesting.  While one black stud would be pounding away at my pussy I would use my mouth to get the next one ready to fuck me.  Ever so often a black man would get too excited and cum in my mouth.  It took some getting used to it but I soon found that I enjoyed the taste of cum.

          Over the years I had a few white suitors.  I even let a few of them fuck me, which was not normal for a good white woman to do.  But nobody ever offered to marry me.  If they had my night fun would have to end.  Needless to say I wasn’t disappointed at not having a husband.  I had something better.  I had tons and tons of orgasms and lots of huge nigger dick.  What else could a southern bell ever need?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One Drunken Night

Kefka on Sex Stories

Out in the sticks there's often not much else to do on a Friday besides drink, dance, and fuck. I guess I've always had a particular fondness for those last two. In hindsight, I'm certain that's why my father would only pay my tuition if I attended Northwest Wisconsin State University. With my grades, I wasn't exactly in line for any scholarships, so I didn't have much choice. Never heard of Northwest Wisconsin State? It's a little teacher's school in one of those towns that doesn't do anything except serve as a suburb for a college. One little sign on route 53 is all we rate, so no surprise if you missed us.

Not that I'm even studying to be a teacher- that wasn't what my father had in mind. Teacher's school- know what that means? A nine to one gender inequality a
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mong the students, and not in my favor. Not that I'm ugly, but I'm not exactly in the top ten percent either if you know what I mean. Plus teachers-to-be, well, can't say they lit my fire the way I wanted it lit. Have to give my dad credit. I didn't figure out his plan until I was settled into my dorm, but he didn't reckon with my resolve either. Within a month I had two words for his little scheme.

Minneapolis and St. Paul.

Ok. Maybe that's three words. Or four. Doesn't matter, those words are less than two hours away- that's the two that matters.

Borrowing a car proved easier than I thought it'd be- anyplace near our campus was within walking distance and not like most teachers-to-be were going anywhere on Friday night anyway. By early November, I'd learned to spread out my borrowing so that I could be in the clubs surrounding the University of Minnesota every other weekend.

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"You're the one they call Butterfly, aren't you?"

Do they really call me that? I wondered. I'd been called a lot worse. At least it was appropriate since the upper half of the butterfly on my back was visible above my halter top. With a smile spreading across my face, I spun toward the speaker, placing my breasts right where my tattoo had been.

Beneath a pair of thick brows, a pair of big dark eyes lingered on my bosom. He was older, mid twenties. Sandy blond hair- uncombed wildfire to perfection. Broad shoulders stretching a puce T-shirt. Perfect bit of scruff along a firm jaw and one of those smiles with the upper lip just peeled away from the teeth.

Beefcake du jour.

He'd do.

After a half-second, he managed to raise his eyes to my face.

"Butterfly?" I said, bouncing my eyebrows. "Is that what they call me?"

He shrugged. "Should I call you something else?"

"Depends." I gave my shoulders a shake. "You like my butterfly?"

His eyes dove right to the rest of my wiggle. "Yeah, I like them."

"In that case, you can call me Butterfly. What about you- you got a name?"

His eyes bounced upward with a smile that now included both lips. "Michael, but my friends call me Mick."

"Nice to meet you, Mick."

"So." He leaned that inch closer. "Can I buy you a drink, Butterfly?"

I winked. "I'd rather dance."

Dancing, done right, is some of the best foreplay. Touching. Feeling his hands. Strong. Soft. Getting sweaty. Rubbing. Sliding my body against his. Warm. Hard. And getting harder. Talking. Not that either of us could hear much above Shania Twain's blaring vocals, but we weren't saying anything really- other than "I want to fuck you" with different words.

A half-dozen tunes later I pressed my body against his and raised my lips to his ear. "I'm ready to go somewhere else."

My favorite somewhere else was a short walk and a shorter drive away, the tree-covered slopes between the river and the campus. I could lean with both hands on a tree and watch the world go by while my beau of the moment took care of me. I'm not sure why I like fucking outdoors, especially doggy-style. Maybe it's the animal nature of it all. Maybe it's that added thrill that we might be seen. The chill in the mid-autumn air only heightened the sensation for me. With the leaves gone and the full moon above, the area was better lit than before and I found a spot near a double-tiered maroon bridge with a good view of the river and downtown.

Looking back, I suppose I was foolish much in the way smokers are- lighting up all the time, one can get used to the danger enough to ignore it. Having taken boys to secluded spots for years, I didn't think twice about my safety. After all, I was going to put out- not as if they needed to rape me.

"Did you bring a condom?" I asked, looking for a good place to set my purse. "Because I did if you..."

"I brought something better than a condom." One of his hands grabbed my hair and yanked my face upward. The other moved toward my throat so fast I caught but a glint from the metal before I felt the edge of the knife against my throat. My purse slipped from my fingers. I swallowed and the whole of my consciousness leapt to where my skin flexed against his blade. My wide eyes darted to his. How did they go from pools to beads so fast?

You'd think a mind would race at a time like that, when any word could be your last, but all I could imagine was my father's face when he heard how I'd died.

"No," I begged. "I'll do what you want."

"Oh," he whispered in a tone cooler than the air. "I know you will. You're gonna start by taking..."

"I think she said 'No'."

Four eyes cut toward the source of the feminine voice. At first I saw only the glow of a cigarette as someone drew on it. The tiny yellow light moved toward us and a slender silhouette coalesced within the shadows. "Now that I think about it," she said, taking another drag, "I'm sure she said 'No'."

The pressure of the blade against my throat was gone. Mick released my hair and took a step backward. "It's not what you think!"

A petite blonde in a tweed jacket emerged from the skeletal trees and took another puff. "No," she said, blowing smoke into the night. "It's not what you think."

"What..." Mick began.

I still don't know what he meant to ask her.

The next instant the cigarette hung in the air where she had been. I watched it fall halfway to the ground before a gurgle reached my ear. My attention snapped to my would-be assailant.

The little blonde had him by the hair. Her mouth enveloped his neck. I heard a sickening crunch and a spasm rocked Mick's form all the way from his head to the tips of his splayed fingers. She turned her face toward me, revealing a pair of glowing amber eyes that throbbed in unison with each pulse of her throat.

Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire.

"Oh, God," I managed to mutter. I turned and took a single stumbled step amid the leaves before I recalled how fast she'd moved. Trying not to shake, I forced my spine into a line and spun to face her.

She stopped suckling and stood erect. With no apparent effort, she snapped her hand outward, holding Mick at arm's length. His left hand twitched three times, then his form went limp.

"Was he bothering you?" she asked in a near baby-talk tone.

I swallowed and managed a shallow nod.

"Well, he won't bother you anymore." Her fingers opened, releasing Mick, but he never hit the ground. He had just moved when a handful of shadows converged from the surrounding darkness. Their mouths clamped onto his neck, shoulders, and arms. More yellow eyes glowed in the night.

Before I knew it, she was upon me, her face but inches from mine. Pale, straight bangs hung like a curtain above those eyes, only the rims of which still simmered with the remnants of their amber glow. I caught a sickening whiff of perfume and cigarettes. "Shhhush," she hissed. "You don't need to scream. It really won't do anyone the least bit of good."

I know what it's like to be the deer in the headlights. My mouth was wide open, but my throat seemed frozen. I emitted but a squeak no louder than that of a mouse.

Her hand came upward to my face. She licked her lips once. Turning her palm from me, she raked the edge of her fingernails along my cheek. My jaw rose just enough for my teeth to clatter. She issued the subtlest giggle, then stretched upward, bringing her cold steady mouth to my trembling warm one.

The taste of ash filtered beyond my lips, but it was hardly a kiss.

She bit me. I felt only a little sting, then the pressure as she began to suckle. Two quick draws she took before her lips released mine. Streaks of yellow raced through her eyes again. "I know you're scared," she whispered, "but there's one thing you must understand at this moment. The only thing that will ensure you die is for you to scream."

My eyes clouded. A shiver ran down my spine- and it had nothing to do with the chill. "I don’t want to die," I whimpered.

She shrugged. "Neither did I, but it still happened. Can I trust you not to scream?"

With a sniffle, I nodded.

"Good." She turned her head over her shoulder. "Bobby!"

The other shadows were still huddled about Mick, save one. That one walked toward us, his features fusing in the moonlight until a young man stood before me. He wasn't any taller than I was and, if anything, slighter of build. His face was on the round side with short hair parted on one side. Across his nose sat a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Not beefcake du jour.

The blonde shook her head, snatched the spectacles from his face, and threw them down the slope. "This is Bobby," she said, looking back to me. "The newest member of our clan. And you are?"

My eyes went to her, to him, and back to her. "Amy," I replied. "Amy Schroeder."

"Good. I'm Norma." She cast her eyes to her companion, then back to me. "Bobby's picked you to take part in the ritual welcoming him to our world. It's quite an honor to be selected for a vampire's investiture. You see, we always baptize a new member with a sacrifice."

"Sacrifice!" I gasped. My quaking lips flew wide, but before I could utter another sound, she pressed her raised index finger over my open mouth.

"Remember," she whispered. "Whatever you do, don't scream or call attention to us. If you do, I have to kill you. That's just the way it is. But I don't want that. No one really does. Bobby would have to pick someone else." Her eyes darted up and down my form. "And he wants you, don't you, Bobby?"

The scrawny vampire nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Go ahead," Norma said. "Kiss her."

I closed my eyes and wondered if it was better to just scream and get it over with. Then I thought of some other girl. I didn't know her name, of course, but if Norma's words were true, she was out there somewhere and she'd take my place if I screamed. I pictured her, whoever she was, sleeping peacefully in her bed, not even knowing I existed. That was the last time I thought about screaming.

The sound of leaves crunching reached my ears an instant before Bobby's lips reached mine. His mouth was cool, like Norma's, but still soft. He did kiss me- a clumsy, timid peck.

"She's so warm," he whispered as he withdrew. "Was I that warm?"

"Of course," Norma said. "Now feed a bit, where I opened her lip- but just a taste."

I dared to open my eyes just when his mouth returned to mine. His lips found the sliver where her teeth had cut me. There he suckled but for a split second. At least he didn't taste like ashes.

"Oh, God," he gasped, pulling away and looking straight into my eyes. Streaks of amber coursed through his irises like little currents of electricity. His throat flexed. The ends of his eyes seemed to droop. His lips quivered. "She's so good."

"I know," Norma whispered. "You're doing fine." She turned, took a half step and picked up my purse. "This is yours?" she asked, looking back to me.

I nodded.

She opened my purse, then stuck her index finger inside and stirred the contents until the keys jingled. These she retrieved with the end of her finger and turned her eyes back to me. "Where is it?"

I licked my lips once and swallowed. "Thirteenth and Fifth."

Norma nodded and held the keys up toward the moon. "General Motors. What kind?"

"Sunfire," I said, before adding a quick, "it's my friend's."

"Nice friend. What color?"

"White."

Norma flipped her face over her shoulder. "Ron!"

One of the vampires surrounding Mick rushed to her side.

"White Pontiac Sunfire," Norma said, "in the lot at Thirteenth and Fifth. Go get it."

In a flash, Ron and the keys were gone.

Norma cut her eyes my direction. "Follow me."

Follow her I did. At that point I'd progressed beyond fear into a surreal pseudo-trance. Nothing seemed genuine, especially not the vampires that departed Mick's lifeless form to follow me. One was a short, pudgy female while the remaining quartet looked like refugees from a high school science club. Hardly the handsome hunks or glamorous divas from stories and film.

Pocket protector, I thought. Show me one pocket protector and I'll know it's a dream.

Norma emerged from the trees and looked both ways before extending her hand toward a powder blue minivan parked beside the road. The vehicle chirped, its lights flashed, and the side door slid open. Leaves rushed along the ground toward it. I looked about me to discover they had all vanished except Norma and Bobby.

He walked toward the open door and climbed in. More certain than ever I had been slipped something hallucinogenic, I turned to Norma. "This is your ride?"

She laughed. "You were expecting what, the Batmobile?"

I shrugged. "I'm not sure what to expect."

"Probably a good thing. Get in the middle seat. Beside Bobby."

I did. Norma squeezed in beside me and closed the door. Her potent fragrance once again invaded my nostrils. "What's your perfume?" I asked, thinking small talk couldn't hurt my chances.

"Lady Stetson," she said. "You like it?"

I nodded. "Sure."

"You shouldn't lie." She turned and leaned toward the driver as he pulled away from the curb. "Take River Road instead of Hiawatha." With a grin, she returned her attention to me. "It's a much nicer drive. And we'd like to enjoy it, wouldn't we?"

With my lips trembling against one another, I nodded.

"Don't fret so," she said. "You've already passed the two biggest tests, you didn't scream and Bobby didn't try to eat your lips. You'll probably live." She reached into the inner pocket of her jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "You smoke?"

I shook my head.

"Mind if I do?"

I shook my head again.

"What did I tell you about lying?" she asked, lighting up. "You'll have to forgive me. I started before we knew it was so bad for you." She paused to giggle. "Marlboro was a lady's cigarette back then." She took a drag, then turned and pushed the window open before blowing the smoke outside.

"Now," she said, looking back to me. "Why don't you tell us about yourself?"

My shoulders crept toward my neck. "What do you want to know?"

She shrugged in reply. "Whatever you want me to know."

"Well," I began. "I'm from..."

With the van rolling between tree-cloaked mansions and the river, I told her about my childhood, my parents, where I went to college, what I studied, and how I came to be on that wooded slope with Mick.

Norma's eyebrows dropped. "You drove all the way to Dinkytown to get laid?"

"I guess," I said with a shrug. "Kinda silly, huh?"

She shrugged back and tossed the cigarette butt out the window. "I know you could get action there too, but let me have a guess. After being labeled a tramp in high school, it was kinda nice to have some friends who'd be seen with you- so why not come here and do your sleazing?"

"Yeah." The ends of my lips dared creep upward just a bit. "That's nice too."

Norma smiled back. "You're the perfect sacrifice. Pretty. Easy. And not too bright. I think you might even enjoy yourself. Some do, you know."

My lips formed a pout and I wondered why her calling me stupid pissed me off more than the idea that she was about to kill me and somehow thought I might enjoy it.

She reached back into her jacket and brought out a smaller package. Pulling a stick halfway out, she extended it to me. "Big Red. Want some?"

What was I supposed to do, decline a vampire's generosity? I extended my unsteady fingers and accepted her offering. Together, we unwrapped our gum, popped it into our mouths, and began to chew.

No one said another word before we pulled into a dark and otherwise empty parking lot. Instead of stopping there, the driver piloted the van across the asphalt, over a curb, and onto a wide concrete path. I leaned down to peer out the left side of the vehicle as we passed a pair of monolithic, boarded-up buildings- perfect vampire dens.

We continued down a gentle slope and another structure came into view. At first I thought it just a large, round tower, but behind it a long stone wall disappeared into the night. The van traveled past the tower and along the wall until we came to a wide arch sealed by a wooden gate. The wall continued ahead toward some distant trees.

I turned to Norma. "You live in a castle?"

"It's not a castle," she said with a smile, "though I did live here, once upon a time."

The opening of the passenger door grabbed my attention. The pudgy vampire was gone. A heartbeat later, I heard a creak and turned to watch the gates part. The driver pulled the van between the doors and the headlights played across a diamond-shaped courtyard surrounded by a quartet of long, white buildings. We parked at the one point of the diamond. In the distance, at the other point, I could see a narrower, but taller building.

"What is this place?" I wondered aloud.

Norma's brow dropped over her eyes. "Do you know who was president during the Civil War?"

My eyes wandered. My lips twitched. My throat flexed through a dry swallow. I forced my eyes back to hers. "George Washington?"

Norma shook her head and opened the sliding door. "You spend too much time in clubs. This is an old fort from the 1800s, one of those living historical sites where the employees play various characters from the period. It's closed for the season- makes a nice cozy place where we can make a little noise and not be disturbed."

My head leaned to one side. "And you have the key?"

"Some of us work for the historical society. I guess you might call us history buffs." She smiled and nodded toward where the other female vampire closed the gates. "Mathilda plays a cook here all summer. A few of the men portray soldiers."

My blinking eyes fell to the ground. "But, you're, uh, vampires, right?"

"Hey," she said with a giggle, "for a floozy, you're pretty quick."

My lips formed a pout again. "And this place is open during the day, right?"

Norma's head began to move in a slow bob and a broad smile spread across her face. "Oh, that," she said. "Another myth. C'mon, I can tell you about that on the way." She started walking across the courtyard and I fell into step beside her.

"Back in the day," she began, "we used to avoid the sun- and we still do, to a lesser extent. You think you need UV protection?" She paused to guffaw. "And our eyes! Ouch. Back then we didn't come out except at night- we really couldn't or our skin would've been a cracked mess in no time. Now, with sunscreen, some makeup, sleeves, and shades, we can be out for a little while and do ok."

"So the sun doesn't turn you to ashes," I asked, "like in that movie with Brad Pitt?"

"No," she replied, "although I did rather like that flick."

"So it's realistic other than that part?"

She giggled again. "No. I just like Brad Pitt."

We walked a few more steps in silence before Norma stopped. The other vampires continued into the building ahead while she turned to me.

The Making of a Young Woman

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Jess was 18 and at that difficult time somewhere between girlhood and womanhood. She’d gone through a religious phase and was still part of various church groups. In truth, her faith was dwindling as she realised that most of the people in these groups were hypocrites. Pat, her boyfriend, was the leader of the church rock band. This below average ensemble only served to puff up several already over inflated egos. Musically they were awful but I guess their hearts were in the right place.

 

Jess was very good looking and

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I’d always had a thing for her. Her longish dark hair, dark eyes and pale skin were stunning. She had a great body although she was inclined to wear jeans or trousers too much. Occasionally I’d seen Jess and Pat kissing and it was at those times I noticed that she probably wasn’t getting what she wanted out of the situation. It’s funny how these things become apparent. They argued from time to time and when they did Pat somehow seemed even more unfeeling and controlling.

 

I’m no fool and it seemed to me that Jess needed a genuine caring man, real passionate physical love and a lot less of the religious thing.

 

What could I do about it, I thought?

 

Things began to develop sooner than I expected when we all went off to one of those religious open air festivals for the weekend. Tents and camping gear were all we needed and despite the fact that Jess and Pat were supposed to be an item it was obvious that sharing a tent didn’t mean they were making love. Maybe he didn’t believe in sex before marriage? Whatever the case Jess looked like she could do with some real loving.

 

The weekend passed and we all returned home. The fact that there had been so many phonies in one place hadn’t helped Jess’s religious crisis. She needed a friend and fast.

 

I had to take my chance. I’d overheard Jess saying that she was home alone the following day. I’d also heard Pat say he was working at the local supermarket. Jess’s parents had divorced and her mother worked. Her brother would be at school. This was my chance!

 

I arrived at Jess’s house around noon and rang the door bell. The door opened and Jess stood there clearly surprised to see me. She was dressed in a grey tee-shirt and stretchy training pants. She looked good in anything and her curves were clearly on display giving me a tingle of anticipation in my groin.

 

“Can we talk”, I asked.

 

“Oh…..come in Jack”, she replied with a puzzled look on her face.

 

I followed Jess through to the lounge where she flopped onto the sofa. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra and the cold air in the doorway had made her nipples stand out. I couldn’t take my eyes off them and I’m sure she noticed.

 

“Listen Jess”, I began, “I want talk as a friend. We ARE friends?” I said seeking confirmation.

 

“Of course Jack, what do you want to talk about?”, she replied.

 

We talked for about 20 minutes or so about her weekend and how I noticed she hadn’t looked happy. She was surprised it had been so obvious and admitted that things had been strained on both the romantic and religious fronts. I told her she needed a caring ear and not unexpectedly she really opened up to me telling me how much she cared for Pat and although he said he loved her it just didn’t feel that way. I spotted tears filling her eyes at which point I moved over to the sofa beside her, put my arm round her and pulled her head onto my chest.

 

“I didn’t mean to upset you Jess”, I said stroking her hair gently. “I’ve always liked you Jess”, I continued, “And I think you need some real love and attention”

 

Jess looked up at me and said “Jack……”

 

Before she could finish, I couldn’t stop myself and leaning forward I kissed her lips. They were soft and warm but she kept them closed

 

“Jack, don’t” she said as she pulled back.

 

Ignoring her I kissed her again and this time I allowed my tongue to brush her bottom lip. Her arms which had been holding me back firmly suddenly gave way just a little as her lips opened and our tongues met.

 

Jack, please don’t” she gasped, as our kiss became full and deep and her hand snaked round my neck stroking me gently. My heart already pounding with excitement and anticipation, quickened even more. Jess was clearly turned on as we kissed more and more passionately and her breath grew shorter and shorter. Occasionally we stopped and gazed into each others eyes just to confirm what we both were feeling. She knew I wanted her and I now knew she wanted me but was her desire strong enough? I had to up the stakes.

 

As we kissed I had been stroking Jess’s neck and occasionally her legs. She liked being touched and stroked and it was obvious that passion had been missing from her relationship with Pat. Slowly I slid my hand round to her stomach just under her tee-shirt. The touch of my hand on her soft skin made her gasp and I could feel her unconsciously willing my hand to touch her in other places. She squirmed as she felt sensations in the pit of her stomach and between her legs. Continuing to caress her, my thumb brushed the bottom of her left breast. Again I brushed it and then slowly slid my hand over her beautiful breast circling her erect nipple with my fingers. Jess moaned and her whole body became limp in my arms. She was mine to devour and all thoughts of Pat were a distant memory at least for now.

 

“Jack…Oh Jack” she gasped as my hand now caressed her breasts and I gently lifted her tee-shirt up so I could suck those wonderful nipples. Sucking and nibbling, Jess continued to lose control and give herself over to her needs and desires.

 

From her writhing I knew that she was soaking her panties with love juice. My cock was rock hard, throbbing and screaming to be released but first I had to get to that pussy, the place I had thought about for months. I edged my hand just under the waist band of her slacks. The elasticated waist stretched easily to allow my hand inside. To my surprise Jess was wearing a thong, probably to warm up the backward Mr Pat. I slipped my hand inside and soon found her pussy lips, soaking wet and waiting to be parted. Her partly shaven pussy gave way willingly to my advancing fingers as I pushed them as far inside as I could. Jess moaned and moaned and moaned again sucking my tongue hard and taking as much of it into her mouth as she could as I pushed my fingers in and out of her and alternately fingered her clitoris.

 

“I have to suck that” I said. Her eyes gave me all the permission I needed as I pulled her slacks off and removed her thong. Throwing herself back on the sofa and legs wide apart I pushed my face between her thighs, tongue as deep inside her as I could, then onto her clitoris sucking and teasing it as she quickly came to her first orgasm. It was huge! What have you been missing, I thought to myself, as I delighted in my prowess!!

 

Giving her a few moments to regain her breath we started kissing again.

 

“We can’t stop now”, I said as I gazed into her eyes again.

 

“I know” she gasped.

 

“Touch me” I said, almost begging her.

 

“You have to show me”, she said

 

I unbuckled, slipped off my jeans and boxer shorts and guided her hand to my erect tool.

 

“Gosh” she gasped again, “It’s huge”

 

Not really, I thought to myself and thinking how small Pat’s must have been!

 

Soon I had shown Jess exactly how to pleasure me and she quickly got into the swing.

 

“Suck me Jess”, I pleaded and with that she bent down and put her soft lips round the head of my cock. For someone who claimed never to have done this before she was an expert. Sliding my whole cock in and out of her soft mouth, she licked and sucked in all the right places. Faster and faster my cock went in and out of her mouth and as she felt me coming to a climax I gripped her head and  I gave her all I had in a series of incredible spasms. Quickly realising she liked it she swallowed every last drop.

 

Lying back I kissed her passionately again and rolled in between her legs.

 

“Jack, I’m……It’s my first time….I thought it would be Pat….”, she whispered half heartedly.

 

“Don’t worry Jess, we both need this now”, I reassured her as the head of my cock slipped inside her slowly and easily. Jess gasped in anticipation and gripped me tightly. Jess was tight, no doubt about it, so I slowly and carefully pushed my way through her maidenhead. She gripped me even more tightly as the slight pain she was feeling gradually gave way to more and more passion and desire. I thrust all the way in hard as she spread her legs wide giving me maximum penetration. Harder and harder we ground together until she reached her second orgasm, which was even bigger than the first. I soon realised that Jess liked to kiss deeply as she came which only made me focus harder on the intense feeling in my groin as I too came again pumping my juices deep inside her.

 

We lay together for some time kissing each other gently and stroking each other in an intimate way that neither of us had contemplated a few hours earlier.

 

We cleaned up and arranged to see each other again the next day and as we kissed goodbye I was sure I could see Pat disappearing in her eyes.

 

Southern Comfort

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Southern Comfort

By Badlybent

The construction site was hot and dusty so I stopped by the Brass Tap for a draft to wash away the grit and have a monster grease- burger with the accompanying truck load of fries to refuel.

The Tap is a honky-tonk or a roadhouse depending on what part of the south you’re in. It’s just far enough out of town to be out of site out of mind of the local Baptist Christian Ladies Association United Against Fun chapter, which means it’s a beer joint. No wine fancy or otherwise. Doesn’t even sell whisky.

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"4" face="Arial">The joint’s attractions are, cheap beer, cheap food, loud music and oh yes a cheap woman now and then. It’s a boots and jeans kind of place. Hiking boots, construction boots, cowboy boots and their female counterparts. A suit would be as out of place as a pole cat at a church picnic.

There’s a dance floor and damned good country rock on Friday and Saturday. A couple of pool tables fill the little back room and an ancient TV that still sort of shows color hangs over the bar and takes care of the sports crowd. A little something for everyone.

There might even be what you call your gentleman’s disagreement in the parking lot now and then but nobody ever get seriously hurt. Not a knife and gun club sort a place. It ain’t the Ritz or your family place but a safe place to take a date and get loose now and then. If she’s a good old girl that is.

Long days make for more work so the crowd arrives later in the summer and not a lot was happening. I kicked back, ordered a pitcher and sat at the bar shooting the shit with George and waited for the show to start. Friday nights at the Tap are always a show of some kind.

George is the owner

After a while the beer worked it’s usual magic and I headed off to leak my lizard and at the door I came up short. There was a chick standing at the sink fussing with her hair. Not that it need it, I thought. She had flowing red hair that draws attention to her like a porch light draws bugs on a hot southern night. Her name was Violet.

Violet is what you would call cute in a slutty sort of way. Not gorgeous but cute. You wouldn’t kick her out of bed or gnaw you’re arm off getting away the next morning by any means. She’s a little young but not jail bait. George runs a clean place. He doesn’t put up with that shit.

She wears short skirts and low cut tops. She’s not afraid to show some skin on a warn humid night. Boobs could be bigger but she’s got nice legs and a great ass.

Violet’s always with some dude though. Usually one of the frat-rats that come over from the local college. The band wasn’t set up yet but I’d seen her dancing to the jukebox with some geek or other I’d never seen. Just another college looser to me.

“Uh…I gotta go.” I said.

“Sorry, the other one was in use and I had to go really bad too.“ She said.” Well…Come on in. Go ahead, I won’t look.” She went back to primping in the streaked, dirty, mirror.

I hesitated a second but nature made the decision for me. I wasn’t about to piss my pants waiting on her to get out. Not being exactly your high class establishment, the one urinal is beside the sink and there isn’t once of those privacy things between the two.

I got my streaming going good, glanced over, and noticed that Violet was indeed standing there watching me piss.

“I cheated.” she said, giggling, not the least bit embarrassed.

She didn’t look away and I’m not the kind that can stop in mid-piss so I just shook my head and continued to let fly. If she wanted a free show, what the hell. “Damn beer,” I said. “This is the only trouble with the stuff.”

I made conversation like this was the most normal thing in the world. Well what the hell else are you going to do. “So what do you think Violet,” I asked shaking off and turned to face her, dick in hand.

“I’ve seen worse. I’d say he’s got potential.” she said.

“So you know my name? You’re Greg, right?” She licked her lips. “Can I touch?”

I nodded yes to both I guess because she reached out and stroked my dick which by now was making like Pinocchio’s nose, getting longer and harder. And that’s the by-god’s truth if I ever told it.

“Umm,” she mewed. “I think I woke up the one-eyed snake.”

“Uhh…Violet, we’re not going to be alone here long somebody else’s gonna need to piss.”

“Yes…I suppose…” she pouted…then brightened. “We could go out back if you want to.”

“And?”

“And do what you’re "little man" wants. What else silly?”

She hadn’t let go and by now my ”little man”, being a very cleaver little guy, was standing in full salute to her ministrations.

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“What about your boyfriend?” I nodded toward the barroom.

“Not a boyfriend. Just a date. He’s decided he likes Rachael better though.”

Now that brought a real grin to both of us. Rachael is gay. Everyone knows that. Well almost everybody I guess. But someone else was fixing to find out.

“His loss.” Violet said.

Screwing some bar pick-up out behind The Brass Tap on a hot southern summer night isn’t exactly an original thing. The place is an institution going back to prohibition days when it was a speakeasy. You could write a couple of whose-who books on all the county gentry that’s got laid back there but it was a first for this rebel lad.

I soon found myself out behind the dumpster enclosure. Which is hallowed ground sanctified by hundreds if not thousands of other horny couples. My hand found it’s way up Violets miniskirt rubbing her sweet young pussy through polyester bikini panties while she stroked my rock hard cock with equal ardor.

The place smelled like…well…a dump but it’s amazing what the fine combination of alcohol plus sex will do for you. Violet smelled sweet, hot and young. Nothing else mattered. Her velvet tongue tasted of honey, of Budweiser and of desire as we moaned our lust into each other’s mouth. The girl was an excellent kisser and soon we were gasping, grouping and dry humping like the end of the world was coming and only our coupling stood in Satan’s very path.

We broke contact long enough for Violet to make with the bend-over, flip her little skirt up and for my pants to hit the ground. I yanked her panties down, spread her upturned cheeks and frantically sought her honey hole, the pearly gates of creation itself.

“God, oh god, hurry. Get it in I can’t wait.” I could see that she was already rubbing her love button from the front as my dick made contact and slid home.

“Ahh…” I pushed on up inside, her vagina a tight pink glove grasping my hardness. “Jesus Violet.” I said as her pussy milked my cock.

“Pound me Greg. God, just fuck the shit out of me.”

With an invite like that, what’s a young horny construction worker supposed to do. I wound up and laid the wood to her. I slammed and she humped. Nothing fancy or sophisticated, just a good old fashioned southern pipe laying.

“Hard Greg. Fuck me hard cowboy.” Not to be out done she leaned into the task and matched me stroke for stroke, hump for hump.

The girl’s passion was over the top. She was working it so hard I paused in amazement to watch her hungry ass consume my cock.

“What…Why did you stop? God don’t stopppp…”

“Just watching.” I said and slapped her pretty ass. "Go get it girl. Ride-em cowgirl.” I grinned and slapped her upturned butt again picking up the pace once more. “Gonna get you off gal. Make you cum like an earthquake. Go get’em.” Another slap punctuated my desire. If anything she just laid into it more.

My cock could feel her cunt spasm time after time as small orgasms hit her. She was getting close to the big one and I couldn’t hold out much longer either. Her pussy was driving me crazy. The girl was a fuck’en treasure.

“Ahh…” she shuddered and slammed back against me so hard she almost knocked me down. Her pussy clamped down like a vise, holding, gripping. “Ahh…Oh god yes…YES…”

Violet is a screamer. She sure enough lets the world know when she get‘s there. God love a duck, she’s a trip.

“Cumming…” I shuddered in turn as my cock unleashed a torrent of baby juice. None of this pull out and squirt in her face shit. No rubber. One hundred percent pure rebel cum flooded her vaginal canal as spasm after spasm empted my balls filling her tank to overflowing. The excess ran down her legs re-christening this little patch of southern ground.

We collapsed laughing at ourselves, at the deed we had done and at the pure unadulterated joy of being just young and alive.

“Well, wasn’t that just something.” I said. I hadn’t even bothered to pull my pants up yet. “Guess I owe you a drink or something. What’da you think?”

“Or something…Hmm.” she said. “You could take me home and play some more. That is if you wanted to?”

“What about what’s his name when he figures out he ain’t getting no-where with Rachael and comes looking for you?”

“I’d say fuck him but I wouldn’t mean it.” She took my hand. “Come on cowboy get your pants up. We‘re gonna go get us some desert.”

My old pickup tore a right big patch in the gravel parking lot spinning rubber as we tore off into the night hunting more Southern Comfort.

“Yee..Hawwww! Ya’ll cum now ya hear.

THE END…Or maybe not. Experience informs this old boy that you can’t get too much Southern Comfort.

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For the uninitiated. Southern Comfort is a brand of whisky. Powerful stuff. You may find Jesus in one bottle and the Devil in the next.

Thanks for reading this little story. The Brass Tap was a real place. Violet was real but my memory fails me as to her real name. So many years, so much shit. The story is a fictional condensation of a lot of shit that went down there when I was wild, young and free. Comments and feedback are welcome.

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, bartender, bouncer and bottle washer. He cooks and waits tables too when the joint isn’t busy. It’s that kind of place, it’s homey and the regulars all know each other and whose doing what to who and who ain’t.

The Unselfish Lover

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                       The Unselfish Lover (Part one )

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On a nice sunny day in March, I was sitting at home alone. The small breeze of the wind had t

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he trees waving gently at their own shadows. Cars driving by , the sounds of horns blowing, children playing, and a dog barking. The sound of a typical city.

I live on the second story of an apartment complex. I had plenty of neighbors, but I chose to keep to myself, to avoid problems with other neighbors. The majority of the neighbors were married, or common law marriage. I would sit in my window, and watch the couples go places together, sometimes I would hear them argue. It was just normal couple disagreements. Nothing major.

I was single, and hating it. I wanted to feel true love for the very first time. I have had boyfriends, but they didn’t want real love. I wasn’t good in relationships. I didn’t understand why they would end in a brief time.. I don’t sleep around, nor did I tease men, to make them think I would sleep with them.

 I'm an attractive black woman, and it was told to me that I intimidate men. Men think because I'm so pretty that I wouldn’t give them the time of day. So I was rarely approached.

 Going through some unpleasant relationships, I would know when a man was attracted to me, but I wouldn’t give him eye contact. Fear of being hurt again. I would feel his eyes on me, and I would drop my head or look away.

Being so use to being by myself for years, I had grown custom to it. I would get on my computer and go into the chat rooms.

I had online buddies, no one I knew personally.

One day my computer crashed, so I called a friend of mine and asked her who did she get to fix her computer. She told me of this guy who fixes computers, for a little bit of nothing. So she called him and asked him would he take a look at mine. He told her he would, and she gave him my address. He arrived in 45 minutes

I didn’t know much about technology and computers. All I knew was basic things, like how to surf the web, check my email, and use the word pad.

I watched him when he had pulled up in front on my building. He was driving a very nice truck.

When he got out of his truck, he was  on the phone having a conversation with someone. I had recognized him from church, and he had a distinguished look about himself. He was very handsome. I thought back to a fashion show that the church was giving. I was helping out with the children, and he was the photographer, and he was taking many shots of me, with a big smile on his face.

When he knocked on my door, I said to him, I recognized you from church, he said he remembers also.

So I invited him in, and showed him the computer. He turned it on, and the screen said something foreign to me. He knew what the problem was. He pushed a few buttons, and the Windows XP started up.

I asked him was it that simple, and he said yes, just to start it up. He then told me the other problems with it. He messes around with for a while trying to find out what exactly what was wrong with it. He then excused himself, to go to his truck, to get his computer software, which are different software c.d's.

When he came back in the house, he installed, different things that I needed that I didn’t have.

Most of the time I was quiet, just watching him in amazement. He told me that it needed other things installed that he had left at home. He said he would return the following day. He then took his tools back to his truck, and he then lit a cigarette. I just started laughing, and he had a strange look upon his face. I told him I was hiding the fact that I smoke, because smoking sometimes offends others. At that point I went in my pocket and got me a cigarette and lit it. He stood there and we conversated for about an hour, and he then said he had to leave.

 The next day he returned around , and he brought other things to try to fix my pc. He talked about his love for computers and he taught himself everything to know by taking them apart, and finding out what makes them work. I told him I wanted to be able to get on the internet, but he said I needed something else, and he had one that I could use. Well the day went by, and he stopped working on the computer, and it was time to leave. So we said our goodbyes and he started up his truck, then he rolled down his window and told me to look for his earpiece to his phone, he think he left it. So I said okay I’ll go look right now. He then said no don’t look right now, wait, it'll give me a reason to come back, and I smiled.

That told me that he was attracted to me. I thought to myself, damn, he's married.

The next day he came back, but now it was different, because I knew he liked me, and I kind of liked him too, but I figured he was married. When he walked in the door he had a computer with him, and he told me that mines had major problems, so I could use his. He didn’t even know me but he gave me one of his. That’s when I seen that he was a very nice man. I really appreciated that.

 He set up the internet, and put special things on it for me, and personally set it up like it was mines. He was very thoughtful.

I took the computer in my bedroom, since he set it up for my personal use.. It should be in my room for easy access.

The days went by, and I looked forward to seeing him. Now after he has everything set up for my use, he then started showing me how to use everything he had installed on the computer.

  When I would type something and got stuck, he would put his hand over mine to move the mouse, he done this frequently.

He told me that he enjoyed our conversations, and I did too. I then asked him was he married, and he laughed, and said no.

That was a breath of fresh air. He made frequent visits. As a matter of fact, he came over every day.

One day I as I sat at my computer, he just stared at me, and planted a kiss on me. I was so in shock, I didn’t know what to do, but kiss him back. But the kiss was aggressive, and I didn’t like it. But I didn’t say anything about. It got to the point that we were boyfriend and girlfriend. But the kisses I didn’t like. He is a very understanding person, so I decided to gently discuss the issue.

I asked him would he mind if I showed him how I would like for him to kiss me, and he agreed. So I kissed on his lips nice and sweet. I licked his lips with the tip of my tongue. then kissed him softly, and slid my tongue in his mouth, barely touching his tongue with mine and our lips met, and from there it was the most passionate kiss ever. He got aroused and I felt him, and it made me hot.

We stared into each others eyes, and he said he could get use to that kind of kiss because he enjoyed it. I asked him what sign was he, and he told me that he was a Scorpio, and I smiled and told him I was also. He then stated the myths about Scorpios. I told him, it's true, we are very sexual people.

We had gotten comfortable with each other now. We started sitting in his truck to the wee hours of the night just laughing, talking and getting to know each other. This became an everyday thing.

 One night as we were sitting in the truck, he had parked in my mom’s driveway. He got in the second seat and relaxed and asked me to join him, so I did. He held me in his arms, and we just talked and listened to music. We fell asleep for a while, just being so relaxed in each others arms. It felt so good to be held, and not expected to put out. This was a real man. He never made a move on me, and the intensity of the sexual side of us was there, but it wasn’t rushed, it was time consuming. We had plenty of times to make love but we didn’t.

He told me that he didn’t want to make love to me; he just wants to taste me. So he kissed me on my neck, released the snap of my bra, and licked on my ears. He so understood when I told him that I had never expressed with anyone before.

I told him while he was licking on me that I’ve never felt an orgasm. I have had wet dreams, and the feelings I would get in my vagina I never had felt in reality. I also told him that I would masturbate from time to time, but I wanted a man to give me that pleasure that I gave myself.

 He took his hand and slowly moved it down while he was kissing me, looking into my eyes with the deepest look of concern on his face. He told me he's going to be that man. He explained to me that many men don’t have enough patience to satisfy a woman’s need, they only think of getting there orgasm, not hers. He explained to me as he was touching me that he was there to satisfy my sexual needs. As he kissed on my neck, he moved his fingers down, and unbuttoned my pants. He slid his fingers inside of my panties and started to caress my vagina, it was very pleasing. He then looked into my eyes, and told me, that after him, I wont settle for less.

He put his finger inside of me, and asked me did I like it, and I moaned yes to him. He told me to tell him where to touch me. In detail I told him where my hot spots are. He touched me, and caressed me with such sensual looks at me. He knew I wanted him, but he didn't give himself to me. I told him, I wanted him, and he said not yet boo. He told me to just lay back and enjoy what he was about to do to me. I was totally relaxed with him, I loved him every second that he spent making love to me with his words and his hands. Finally the moans got louder, his strokes were more aggressive. My body was on fire. Every inch of my body, was trembling with desire. I told him I love him, and then he pulled my panties all the way off. He began to suck on my breasts, then he told me now he wanted to taste my cum. So he started licking me from head to toe. Moved his way back to my mid portion and licked on my stomach, then he opened my legs, and kissed me on my inner thighs, licked on my second pair of lips, my body was feeling something it had never felt before, and we hadn’t even had sex yet. Then he opened up my vagina and licked up and down, and all around. He stuck his tongue inside of me and tongue fucked me. The feeling was so intense. He constantly asked me did I like the feeling, and I just moaned yes to him.

That warm feeling of desire, was like oh my God, what is happening to me. I clutched on to his hands, and called out his name, and told him I love him so much. He got more aggressive, my body was about to explode, I held on to him for dear life, then all of a sudden, my vagina started throbbing, and pulsing, and I came. I moaned so loud that I had to grab on to something to cover my mouth. He was so into satisfying me that time went by in an hour and thirty minutes, that we didn’t realize how long he had been down there.

The tension was high, because we were sitting in his truck parked in my moms driveway, but it felt so good that if the police had come I wouldn’t of let him stop.

After he made sure I was satisfied, he got up, kissed me, and told me he loves me too. I never have had an experience like that.

He still wouldn’t make love to me, and he knew I wanted him. But he refused to. He said he was here to satisfy my needs, but in due time I'll get all of him.

The days went by, and we were very close, and I was so much in love with this man. He told me how beautiful I am, he told me I am his princess. He started bringing me gifts. Taking me places, and keeping my gas tank filled up.

 As the days pass we were inseparable, when you saw him, you saw me. He constantly hugs me and show affection to me.

He finally told me that he had been wanting me from the first time he saw me. He said he just wanted to fuck me, with no strings attached. But when he got to know me, he wanted a relationship with me and fell in love with me.Â

I still had issues from my past relationships, but I wanted to be with him. He was different. So caring and giving. So sincere.

I loved everything about him. He wanted me to masturbate in front of him. So I did. He wanted me to give myself multible orgasms.

As I touched myself he had a look of amazement on his face, he got aroused by just watching me.Watching my facial expressions he was also rubbing and touching on me.

Looking back at my past relationships, they were nothing compared to this..

As the month progresses we done normal things that couple do. He took me shopping, holding on to me while we're walking. He shows so much affection, till I still think i'm dreaming, but I pinch myself, and realize it's not a dream it's reality.

One night he said he wanted to take me for a ride, so I agreed to go, and he took me to this beautiful place called Paradise. He blindfolded my eyes, a few minutes before we arrived there. He said to me tonite will be a night to remember. He stopped the truck, got out and opened my door. He took me to a room and told me to put on the dress that was hanging in there.He told me to put back on the blindfold when I was dressed, so I did. He took my hand and told me not to peep. So I didnt, but my ears were open to the sounds I heard around me. I heard the sound of water, soft music, and the smell of something that smelled very delightful. He led me thru some doors and up a couple of steps. He stood behind me, and pulled out a chair, and had me to sit. Then he removed the blindfold from my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I was speechless. I was in paradise.This place so beautiful, it had ice scultures all around.

A waterfall of champagne and tropical fruit to be eaten. The table was set for two. It had fruit, champagne glasses, hand sewn napkins. The food was delicious. He fed me from his plate, I fed him from mine. He got up out of his chair, and came on my side of the table, and reached for my hand, for us to dance. The music that played was music that you don’t hear much. It was very sensual, romantic music. I enjoyed it. We danced and held each other; he once again told me that he loved me.

As we danced the manager of Paradise came and whispered something in his ear.

He then cut our dance off, and with a smile on his face, gently pulled me towards him, and said lets go. So I grabbed my jacket and he helped me put it on, and he told me to put back on my blind folds.

I felt my heart race, thinking what else could be going on. He led me to an elevator. I could hear the sounds of the floor stops, and the feeling of going up. He looks at me and said what are you smiling at? I was saying to myself that this man is one that is extremely romantic, and I love every minute that he shares with me. Finally we reach the designated floor, and we get off of the elevator, I can feel him gripping my hand tighter. He says to me just be patient boo, I feel your going to bust, you have to remain calm and patient. I was about to explode. So I took a deep breath, and exhaled. I then heard the door behind me close. He then reminded me, that after him, if it be any man, that he was going to have to know how to please me in all ways.

He still would not let me take off the blind fold, and had me to sit on a chair. He told me again not to peep, as he excused himself. I then heard the sound of running water. Curiosity was building up, and I wanted so bad to peep just a little, but I knew that I was in good hands, and didn’t peep.

My other 4 senses had been kicking in strong, since he had me blindfolded. I could smell the fragrance of fruit, and he knew that I love fruit scent fragrances. I also heard the water suddenly stop running. Shortly after hearing the water stop, I could feel him at me knees. I felt around, and touched his face, I felt for his lips, and pulled him close to me and I wanted him to know how much I’m enjoying it, and I kissed him on his soft sweet lips. He then caressed my legs, from thigh to toe, and pulled me closer to him and unzipped me dress. He took his time and gently pushed down the sleeves of my dress, as he kissed on my neck. Once he had the dress midway down, I felt him stand to his feet, and pull me up to him, and continued to unzip the rest of the dress. It fell to the floor. I felt a quick breeze come upon me, as I was so hot for him.

Still being blindfolded he guided my hands towards his chest, for me to unbutton his shirt.

But I unbuttoned his pants first, unzipped then and let the fall to the floor. At the same time, we both stepped away from our garment on the floor. He told me that he’s going to make this a night that I’ll never forget. I proceeded to unbutton his shirt, and I kissed on his chest. I went to his left nipple, and gently started to bite and nibble on it. He was getting aroused and I was having a feeling of ecstasy. He guided me to the bathroom, I knew because I felt the coldness of the floor under my feet, and I could feel the vibration of the Jacuzzi. He told me that he wants to wash my body, and me wash him. He led me to the Jacuzzi and told me to lift up my leg and step in.

The water was just right. I felt bubbles all around me, He took a small drop of bubbles and put it on my nose, and licked it off. He then said aren’t you tired of the blind folds? I said I’m in paradise baby. So he then removed the blind folds and the place was beautiful. The bathroom was huge.

The counters had two sinks with golden accents. There were pink and red rose peddles surrounding me and in the Jacuzzi. Candles were pink and red. He said the red represents his love for me, and the pink is my favorite color, and it also represents marriage.

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After School Lessons

ColonelChristof on Sex Stories


CHAPTER 1

Extra-Credit

Thursday Afternoon, April



It was a quiet Thursday afternoon at St. Christopher Catholic
School. The sun was beaming down, for a total temperature of 95
degrees. It was hotter than hell, and Christof just wanted to get the
out of his Science class. There wasn’t anything to do at this school,
and it was all boring crap Christof would learn eventually. There was
an exception, however, to the “Everything here is boring” rule.
Christofs’ science teacher, Ms.Thorton.



Ms. Thornton was the ONLY reason Christof ever went to science
class. If not for her, Christof wouldn’t even come to this school. For
a woman of 30, she was VERY attractive. All the girls in school had to
wear these VERY se
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xy plaid skirts, but Christof

Would rather have seen Ms. Thornton wearing one. Just by looking,
you could tell her skin was smooth, but Christof had longed to touch
it… but not like a rape sort of thing. That’s gross. Christof didn’t
swing that way.



“All right class, turn to page 332.” Ms. Thornton demanded.
Christof thought that she would be a very demanding person, but that
was fine. She was most likely worth it- NO! she was TOTALLY worth it.
*PLOP!* “Oh… that’s the third time today…” Ms. Thornton said, bending
over, exposing her pink cotton panties. Christof looked with a
perverted gaze. This was one of the views Christof hoped would go on
forever. As Ms. Thornton bent back up, her black rimmed glasses nearly
falling off, she caught Christof stealing a look at her snatch. She
looked at him and smiled, doing a quick wink. OH MY GOD! Did Ms.
Thornton just give Christof a kinky wink? Christof could feel himself
getting a hard on. This was way too awesome for him to forget.



“All right class, your dismissed.” Ms. Thornton said. Everyone
started getting up to leave, when Ms. Thornton said,” Excuse me,
Christof? Can you wait after class? I need to discuss something with
you.” Christof was feeling more than a little uncomfortable, his hard
on still going strong. Holy crap. Was Ms. Thornton going to confront
him on the panty look? Christof no longer had a hard on, instead, it
was replaced with a cold sweat. This was going to kill Christof inside.
Ms. Thornton was going to think Christof was perverted! Well, he was,
and he was quite proud of it, but she couldn’t know!



Everyone in the class had left, except for Christof of course. I
mean, WHAT THE HELL! Christof was a guy, and a guy has needs! “Well
Chris, do you want to tell me what you were looking at while I was
picking up my book?” Ms. Thornton said. I’m sure she knew what I was
looking at, but I was probably going to have to give either an
explanation to Ms. Thornton or the vice principal, so he decided he’d
rather explain it to a woman than some old guy in his 50’s who would
treat him harshly for seeing Ms. Thornton’s snatch before he did.
“Well, as you were bending over, and I’ll tell you the truth, I was
looking at the white board. I was writing down the homework.” FUCK
THAT! Christof wasn’t going to tell Ms. Thornton what he was REALLY
looking at! He may want to do her, but that blatant honesty would most
likely get him in trouble, or worse, expelled! Then he would never get
to look at Ms. Thornton again! Quite a dilemma.



“Well Chris, I know what you were really looking at. I’m very hurt
that you couldn’t be honest with me. So, you’re going to have to make
it up to me.” Ms. Thornton said with a soothing, yet cold stare. “Umm…
Make it up to you?” Christof was confused. What would she make him do?
“Yes, you’re going to do something for me. You are going to give me a
backrub, and you had better make it a good one. I’m very tense after
the classes today.” If there were a sound effect for an instant boner,
you would insert it here. Christof was living a dream! He was going to
get to give the hottest teacher on campus a backrub. It wasn’t sex or
anything, but it was a start. “Well… alright…” Christof said with
caution. What if this was just a big joke? What if the school was
actually cruel enough to torture a student like this? The thought left
instantly after she let him get started.


“Umm, is this okay?” Christof asked, not wanting her to think that
he was aggressive. “That’s…that’s fantastic…” Ms. Thornton moaned in
delight. Did she really like this? The thought hadn’t crossed
Christofs’ mind yet, in fact, Christof wasn’t thinking about anything
right now. I mean, who would be? If you were giving a hot 30 year old
teacher a backrub, would YOU be thinking of anything but how good she
was in bed? Well if you are thinking of anything else that doesn’t have
to do with your teachers hot body, than your gay. Not that theirs’ any
thing wrong with that.



“Hold on a sec, lemme just lower my shirt so you can get at my back
better” Ms. Thornton said. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt while
Christofs’ mouth was watering at the very sight of it. Never in his
wildest dreams had he of ever thought of this being a reality. Whenever
he would dream fantasies like this, he was always aware that it was a
dream, so he would go through it and then clean his bed sheets. “Chris,
are you thinking about me during class?” Ms. Thornton asked as Christof
still rubbed her shoulder blades, still in awe of her figure. “My name
is Christof” Christof said trying to keep his cool. “All right
Christof, same question.” Ms. Thornton snapped back, Christof still
rubbing her back. Christofs’ boner was STILL going stronger than it had
ever gone before. He thought of the answer for a long time, not wanting
to be to blunt, but finally he answered,” Umm…yes?” Ms. Thornton looked
back at Christof through her square, black rimmed glasses and said,”
Christof, do you touch yourself to fantasies about me?”



The question dumbfounded Christof. Never in his life had he been
asked such a straight forward question. “Well you don’t have to answer.
I already know the answer.” Ms. Thornton said sensually looking back in
front of her with a slight smile on her face. “Here, this would be
easier without my shirt” Ms. Thornton said,” You’d like that wouldn’t
you?” Christof was trying to conceal his hard on, but Ms. Thornton
noticed once she stood up to take her shirt off. “Maybe I should lock
the door” Ms. Thornton said “Wouldn’t want someone to walk in on us.
They might get the wrong idea.” She said unbuttoning her shirt. She
casually walked over to the door to lock it and threw her shirt on the
nearby chair. Christof was still sweating, nervous at the actions that
might come to be. Ms. Thornton opened her drawer and pulled out a
bottle and said,” Maybe this would be easier with some lotion?” HOLY
CRAP!







“Umm…what would be easier with lotion?” Christof asked, puzzled as
to why this teacher had chosen him out of all the other guys. Christof
wasn’t the best looking guy in the class. In fact, he was probably the
last the girls would ever pick, but Christof knew that all of the guys
were shallow and the girls would find that out on their own. Maybe
that’s why he was picked… or maybe it was the fact that he was hung
like a horse, but who knows. “Christof, I know how you look at me. Do
you think I haven’t noticed? Almost every class, you try looking down
my shirt or looking up my skirt. It’s kind of hard to miss.” Oh crap,
was it that obvious? “Now, start rubbing. I’m still tense and the
lotion feels good. It’s so creamy and makes me excited.” Christof’s was
turning red from being teased for so long. He put the lotion on his
hands and started to rub again, only glancing at the teacher’s
bountiful breasts. “Ooo…it feels so good… Christof have you done this
before?” She said with a soft smile. “Not that I know of.” Christof
said quickly still dazed at the fact that this was actually happening.



“Christof…rub harder, it feels good” Ms. Thornton said as she
moaned quietly. Christof rubbed a little harder, hoping that she would
repeat the request. “All right, I think you’ve made it up to me.” Ms.
Thornton said sighing. “But how about some extra credit?” She said with
a devilish smirk. “Umm…Extra credit, Ms. Thornton?” Christof said, a
little more comfortable now. The school, or any reality TV show,
wouldn’t go this far to torture a student, or at least any that
Christof had ever seen, and he watched some pretty fucked up things!
“Well, you see, my chest has been feeling a little sore, and that
lotion felt good on my back, so maybe you can do the same for my
front?” Ms. Thornton said with another one of her exhilarating winks.
Christof had pretty much adjusted to his “penis about to explode”
feeling, so that wasn’t bothering him anymore. Also, Ms. Thornton was
pretty much welcoming him, so that wasn’t bothering him either, so he
got to it.



Ms. Thornton then proceeded to slip off her bra, so Christof could
get at her chest easier, but stopped in mid-unclip of bra strap and
said,” I want to see if you can do it. I’m sure you’ve done it more
than once in your fantasies.” Christof was more than happy to oblige to
her wish. He fondled with the strap for about 3 seconds and then
unbuckled it. Her breasts were amazing looking through her shirt, so
you can guess how good they looked without any cover at all. “Get to
rubbing. That is, if you want to please me.” Ms. Thornton said with a
seductive tone to her voice. Now, Christof was motivated. He squirted
some lotion into his hands and got to rubbing. Her breasts were godly,
not too big and not too small. Christof cupped her firm breasts in his
hands, as Ms. Thornton moaned in ecstasy. He moved his hands in a
back-and-forth motion. “Christof, are you sure you’ve never done this
before?” Ms. Thornton said, eyes closed and still moaning slightly. All
of a sudden her moans got loader. She was now moving massaging her own
breasts, as she pulled Christof down, and kissed him. She moaned loader
and loader until she let out one earsplitting scream and she calmed
down. Christof was still in disbelief as to what had just happened. Had
Ms. Thornton just cummed, and did Christof make her? These questions
raced through his mind until Ms. Thornton said,” How would you feel
about after-school tutoring?”



CHAPTER 2

Permission

Tuesday Morning, April



The next few days were awkward for Christof. After the after-school
encounter, he had to convince his parents to let him get the “tutoring”
that Ms. Thornton was offering. When he had finally gotten his parents
to let him, he eagerly left to school, not being able to wait a minute
sooner. He had been abstaining from masturbation just so he would be
ready for the actions to be, but it was 9:30 at night, and school
wouldn’t be until morning! Christof went right to bed, so he would be
well rested for tomorrow.



Christof awoke early the next morning and walked to school early
the next morning, anxious to tell Ms. Thornton that he had finally
gotten permission. “But wait a minute! I don’t have science until 6th
period!” Christof thought. But Christof had an idea. He was sure she
wouldn’t mind if he went and told her at Break. So Christof waited
patiently until after 3rd period. He then went to her room, eager to
see what her reaction would be. When he reached the room, he knocked
three times. The door slowly opened, and a voice said,” Christof? What
are you doing here so early? You’re supposed to come after school.” Ms.
Thornton said in a surprised voice. “Here, come in. I don’t have a 4th
period.” Ms. Thornton said with a sensual smirk. Christof walked in,
already giddy in a sense that he could guess what was going to happen.
“Well, I’ve come to tell you that I got permission for after school
tutoring!” Christof said with a smile. “All right Christof. Well, I
have to tell you that you’re failing my class, so are you interested in
some more “Extra-credit?” Ms. Thornton said with a wink. “Well, I don’t
know. I do have a fourth period.” Christof said. He really wanted to
stay, but he did have a fourth. Ms. Thornton than grabbed Christof by
the collar and said,” I’ll write ya a note.” She then started to
unbuckle his pants.



“Ooo, Christof, this is the first time I’ve seen the guy
downstairs!” Ms Thornton said, jerking Christof off. “I didn’t know you
were packing like this” MS. Thornton licked the head of Christof’s
dick. She slid his 7” meat in and out of her mouth, working it around
with her tongue. “I’ve bet you’ve had THIS fantasy more than once” Ms.
Thornton said, briefly taking his cock out of her mouth, and then
putting it right back in. Christof was enjoying this, the fact that her
wet mouth was on his cock, and she was moaning up an erotic storm.
“Shouldn’t we lock the door?” Christof said nervously, still enjoying
the awesome blowjob he was getting from his science teacher “Someone
might get the wrong idea.” Ms. Thornton took his cock out of her mouth
briefly, still jerking him off to keep him hard, and said,” Shut up and
fuck my mouth!” Christof needed no more say in the matter. He grabbed
the back of her head and pushed her on his cock. Ms. Thornton was
moaning with a tone of being impressed that she was enjoying sex this
much. None of the guys she had ever gone out with had ever satiated her
needs, in yet, one of her students was fucking her mouth like his life
depended on it. “Ok, I think you’ve earned this. Jerk yourself off for
a sec while I take off my bra” Ms. Thornton ripped off her button down
shirt, spreading buttons everywhere. She then pulled down her pants,
exposing a pair of white cotton panties. “Do you like what you see?” Ms
Thornton said as she rubbed her perfect ass “I’m going to cut the crap
Christof. I want you to fuck me long and fuck me hard. Judging by your
little friend down there, I doubt you’ll refuse” Who needs more
motivation than that?
Christof pulled down her panties, staring in awe of her tight,
shaven pussy and perfectly formed ass. He slammed her on the desk,
doggy style, and slid his cock inside her snatch. She moaned with
pleasure, as Christof accepted the fact that he was about to plow his
hot science teacher. Fuck all the jocks that said he would never get a
girl and that he would be a virgin for life! He was doing it with the
teacher they all wanked off to, and loving every second of it. “Ooo
Christof, fuck me deep! Ahh! Oh!” Christof traversed deeper into his
science teacher’s snatch, not wanting to disappoint. Christof was
feeling’ good, so he changed speeds from moderate to hard and long!
Christof was on the verge of cumming, so he pulled out, giving the cue
that he was going to release. Ms. Thornton grabbed his dick and shoved
it her mouth, and jerked Christof off, practically begging for
Christof’s jizz. “Oh my God! IM GONNA CUM!” Christof announced. Ms.
Thornton took his cock out her mouth for a brief second to say,” You’d
better cum!” and put his dick right back in, right as Christof was
Cumming. Christof had a large load since he hadn’t jerked it in 4 days,
but it wasn’t a problem for Ms. Thornton, who swallowed it whole.
Christof pulled out, his limp dick still wet from his hot teacher’s
mouth. “That….that was fantastic” Christof said softly, still
recovering from the amazing sex. Ms. Thornton stood up, pushing her
black rimmed glasses back up to her eyes. She took off her bra and
reached into one of her desk drawers, revealing one of the plaid skirts
the girls had to wear. “Who said anything about you being done yet?”
She said as she slipped the skirt on, letting out another one of her
winks. Christof got another hard on to finish the job.



Ms. Thornton bent back down, grasping Christof’s cock. She jerked
him off, saying,” I know you stare at my tits every day. How about
takin em’ for a spin?” Ms. Thornton pushed her breasts together and
slid them over Christof’s dick, working them up and down. “Oh Christof,
how many times have you fantasized about this?” Ms Thornton said,
licking the head of his dick, while still jerking him off with her
breasts. Ms. Thornton was moaning loader than she ever had, making it
easier for Christof to cum, since it was exciting him. “Oh crap! I’m
gonna cum again!” Christof said with a look of worry. He wanted this to
go on for SO much longer. “Hold it in for a little bit, big boy! Don’t
worry, it’ll be worth it!” But Christof couldn’t hold it in any longer.
He cummed all over Ms. Thornton’s face and tits, creating a wonderful
mess, to which she just licked off. After cleaning her self off, Ms.
Thornton and Christof fell into a deep and loving French kiss, forcing
tongues down each other’s throats. Ms Thornton took her tongue out and
said,” Be at my house, every day at 7:30 p.m. If I’m not there,
entertain yourself with this.” She threw her bra at him “Incase I’m not
around” She said with one of her winks. “Here’s my address, and don’t
be late.” Christof would NEVER be late for another one of these visits.
“Here’s your note. Now get to class” Ms. Thornton said with a smile.
Christof pulled up his pants and went to history. “Here’s my note sir”
Christof said, and sat down at his desk. His best friend Brian nudged
his shoulder,” Dude, what happened? You get in trouble with Thornton?”
to which Christof replied,” Nah, just doin’ tit- LIT and stuff…..”



CHAPTER 3

Another Thornton to Tend To

Wednesday Night, April



Christof was excited for his first “tutoring” session with Ms.
Thornton. What would happen at her house? Was she impressed with how
well he performed? These questions raced through his mind as he reached
a fancy looking two-story house. “Well, this is the address” Christof
said to himself as he walked up the stone steps. Christof hesitated to
knock. What if she didn’t think he would actually come (no pun
intended)? Well, that was a risk Christof was going to have to take.
She had given him a key to the house, just incase he ever wanted to
surprise her. He unlocked the door and stepped in. “Where is she?”
Christof thought to himself. He walked into the living room and found
no Ms. Thornton., so he decided to “entertain” himself. Christof had
never masturbated in anyone’s house before, but hey, he’d never had sex
with a teacher before a week ago. “Eh, might as well” Christof thought,
whipping out his cock, already hard from thoughts of the actions to be.
Christof had been jacking off for a couple of minutes when he heard a
sound from beyond the closed doors of the living room. Christof only
knew one other person who had doors for his living room, and that was
his best friend, Brian. “Eh, probably just something outside” and
Christof went on jacking. The thoughts and possibilities raced through
his mind, until he heard the door behind him slowly open, and a giggle
caught his ear. He whipped around, just to be looking in the eyes of a
smoking hot female, who just happened to NOT be Ms. Thornton.



She was about 16 years old by the look of her. She was a brunette
with green eyes and a NICE rack, probably about 32D, which made
Christof gaze. He then suddenly remembered that his cock was still out.
In fact, he had been holding it the WHOLE TIME and totally forgot about
it. He quickly tried putting it back in his pants, but putting a 7”
erect penis into your pants is not the easiest thing to do when a
stranger walks in on you. Christof finally put the beast back in the
hole, but the girl had already seen it, and she just smiled. “Um,
hello” Christof said awkwardly. “Oh, don’t let me stop you” The girl
said with a wink. WAIT A MINUTE; Christof recognized this wink, the
wink that had been given to him on that day of school. Could this be
Ms. Thornton’s daughter? “Umm, I’m sorry….I shouldn’t have been doing
that in here…” Christof looked down in shame. “Well, I’m kind of
impressed you had the balls to do that in someone else’s house” The
girl stepped closer,” Now tell me who you are before I call the cops”
she said with a seductive smile. Oh yeah, this was definitely Ms.
Thornton’s daughter. “Well, you’re Ms. Thornton was supposed to tutor
me tonight, but I got bored…” Christof still looked down at his shoes.
“Well, my mom is gone for the next 2 days. I’m surprised she didn’t
tell you that” she said to the 14 year old guy looking down at his
shoes, who had just been masturbating in her house. “Well then I better
go! I’ll just tell her I don’t need tutoring…” Christof strolled over
to his backpack, still embarrassed that he had been caught doing his
dirty deed. He picked up his backpack, still looking down at his black
converse, and started for the door. Christof was almost at the door,
but as he walked past Ms. Thornton’s daughter, she grabbed his arm.
“Mmm, rather muscular eh?” She said looking at him. “Look at me. I want
to see your eyes.”

Christof was hesitant to look up. He wasn’t teary eyed or
anything, he was just really embarrassed. He looked up anyway, just to
look into the soft green eyes of Ms. Thornton’s daughter. Christof had
always had bluish-grey eyes, and he was rather proud of them. He would
usually think most girls would be too. “My names April.” She said
looking straight into his eyes. “What’s yours? I think I have the right
to know since I just caught you wanking off on my couch.” April said
with a rather jolly tone to her voice. “M-mines Christof” Christof
looked back down at his converse. “What grade are you in?” April asked,
not minding that he was still embarrassed. “Umm…err, I’m a freshman in
high school.” Christof said. “You’re kind of shy for a freshman” April
said, bringing Christof’s eyes back up to hers. “Or are you only this
shy when you’re talking to a pretty girl?” April said with a smirk.
That pretty much just hit the nail on the head. “Err….umm that is…..no
comment?” April giggled at the statement. April walked over and sat on
the couch, patting the seat next to her,” Put down you’re backpack and
sit next to me.” April demanded in a happy tone. Christof put down his
backpack, and strolled over to the couch he had been so well
acquainted, plopping down in the seat next to her.


“So…umm…are you mad about the rather lewd act I was committing on
your couch?” Christof asked, not looking at her. This was still a
really awkward moment since he was sitting where he was when he was
committing the act. “Not really. I already said it, but if you want to
hear it again, I’ll tell you. You’ve got balls to wank off on someone
else’s couch like you did.” Christof felt a little less awkward. He got
the impression that she was impressed at what he had done. “Well then,
I’m still sorry…” Christof said shyly. “Well you could make it up to
me, and my mom will never know.” Déjà vu. “Umm…ok, how can I make it up
to you?” Christof said with a dumbfounded expression smacked on his
face. “Why don’t you invite me back to your place?” April said, staring
at Christof expecting a quick answer. “But aren’t you a junior?”
Christof said with a raised brow. “What does that have to do with
anything?” April said with a chuckle. “Well, alright. When do you want
to come over?” Christof inquired. “How about right now? It’s still
pretty early. It’s only 7:30” April said, getting up off the couch and
putting on her shoes. “Well alright, let’s go”



The walk to Christof’s house was rather awkward. April was the same
height as Christof, in fact, she might have been taller. Ms. Thornton
was tall too, but Christof wasn’t thinking about her too much right
now. “All right, this is my house. My parents are out of town for the
week, so I’m home alone” Christof said, unlocking the door to his
two-story house. “Got the house all to yourself, eh big boy?” April
said strolling in to the house and walking up the stairs. Christof
closed the door behind him” April! Where’d you go?” Christof yelled
around the house. “I’m up in your room, little freshman!” Oh great, a
pet name. That wasn’t a great sign. Christof walked up the stairs into
his room, in which to his surprise, April was lying in. “How’d you know
this was my room?” Christof asked. “Well, all of the guy crap kind of
gave it away, and the game systems.” April said with a chuckle.
Christof’s room was a mess. There were dirty clothes on the floor, all
his games were everywhere. April was lying on the only thing clean in
his room, the bed. It was a queen size since Christof’s room was fairly
large, and he had always liked it that way. “I’ll be right back, got to
pee” Christof said, and scurried off without April being able to
formulate a reply. As Christof peed, he did the things he usually does.
Contemplated life, stuff like that. As Christof walked into his room,
April was gone. He stepped closer to the bed,” April? Where are you?”
All of a sudden, Christof felt someone tackling him from behind. He
landed on the bed and flipped around, and there was April, laughing as
she totally dominated him. “Have fun pissing?” she said looking
directly at him. “Well, yes actually, until you totally tackled me.”
April laughed at the freshman. She got off him and lay beside him. “So
about you being at my house. You know, beating off on my couch.” April
said with a smile. She was going about this with a rather positive
attitude. Anyone else’s house and he would have had to pay a fine, and
have to suffer his parent’s wrath. “Were you really that bored?” April
asked. “Yes actually.” Christof said, looking up at the ceiling. April
flipped over on top of him. Her breasts were on his chest and she was
literally a few inches from his face. “I think you’re lying. I think
that you wanted me to notice.” Christof looked back at her with a
slight fear. “I didn’t even know you existed! Wait a minute that came
out wrong…” Christof was bungling up his 1 hour friendship with April.
“You know your screwing up your chances with me?” April said with a
cold and soothing stare, a feature she got from her mother. “Since when
did I have a chance with you? You’re a junior and I’m just a freshman!
You have 2 years on me!” April drew closer to his face. “Just shut up
and make a move.”



CHAPTER 4

Like Daughter, Like Mother

Wednesday Night, April



“Umm, April, were you planning this?” Christof asked. “JUST SHUT UP
AND DO WHAT I TOLD YOU! OH SCREW IT I’LL DO IT!” April yelled. She then
drew into Christof with a long and wet French kiss. Both of their
tongues met in ecstasy, April doing most of the work. Christof got into
the mood and flipped her on her back, only parting their mouths for a
split second, and then putting them right back together. “Now you’re
getting the hang of it!” April said, “Now time for some real fun!”
April pulled away from the kiss and pulled up her shirt, exposing her
pink lace bra. She unhooked it and threw it across the room, landing on
top of Christof’s Nintendo Wii. She shoved her breasts into Christof’s
face, “Get to work!” Christof needing no second command did indeed get
to work. He grabbed her breasts and started groping them, licking one
of her hard nipples sensually. He pinched the other one with his free
hand, April letting out deep moans. With his right hand holding on to
the right breast, he shoved her nipple into his mouth. This was
amazing, way better than her mother- o crap, her mother, he forgot.
What was he going to tell her? NOTHING THAT’S WHAT! Christof let go of
her breasts, he just said, “Sweet” to which she replied, “It’s going to
get a lot better!” April moved off him and started to unbuckle his
pants, which were already looking as if they were right to burst. She
unzipped, an almost as if his dick was on call, it sprung up on out, as
if gasping for air. She grasped it in her hand, “I could tell at the
house you were packing’, but I didn’t know this much!” She proceeded to
lick the top of his dick, still with a light moan. She stroked the base
with her left hand, her right resting on his leg for balance. Without a
moments notice, she shoved his cock into her mouth, working it with her
tongue. She brought it in and out, in and out. “Never thought you’d be
doing an upper classmen did ya?” Christof never thought he’d be doing a
teacher either. Satisfied with the sucking, April moved on to bigger
things. MUCH bigger. She cupped her tits and put them around Christof’s
cock. She moved up and down, Christof grasping her shoulders to keep
her in rhythm. Her tits were ginormous, and Christof was grateful to
have them. April worked faster, going up and down faster and faster.
Christof could feel he was about to cum, so he announced it, “I’m going
to cum!” Christof still held on, not wanting to let go. “Go for it!”
April opened her mouth, and Christof cummed. His jizz landed in her
mouth, but mostly on her tits. She licked her lips and wiped her tits,
just to lick up that also. She brought her nipple up to her face and
licked it, to get off all the extra jizz. “Feel better?” April said
with a smile, sliding off her pants. “April, what are you doing?”
Christof asked, still recovering from the awesome tit job. “As if you
didn’t know” She said and hopped on top of him.



April grabbed Christof’s hands and smacked them down on her ass,
“Does that feel good?” April said, feeling Christof gripping. “Is that
a question?” Christof said with a devilish smile. April went in for a
deep kiss, but Christof beat her to the punch. He sat up and slipped
off his pants. In mid-slip, April shoved herself onto his cock, which
took him by surprise. “I waited for this! OH! OOO! AHH!” April moaned
as Christof’s cock went deep, her screaming in pleasure. Christof
gripped her thighs and pushed her up and down. April leaned forward;
eyes closed, and worked her ass. Christof’s vision was a blur as he was
very distracted. “Don’t we need a condom or something?” Christof asked,
April still moaning loudly, sliding her wet, tight pussy up and down
over his cock. “That would take away from- Oh! - The experience! AH!”
April was ready to cum, as was Christof. She went harder, in and out,
faster and faster, here wet, creamy pussy engulfing Christof’s dick.
“OH MY GOD! IT FEELS SO GOOD! GO HARDER!” April screamed. Not taking a
second thought, Christof drove deep, Cumming in the wet pussy of his
teacher’s daughter, who cummed simultaneously. There was a terrific
mess all over, mostly on both of their midriffs. Christof pulled out
and sat up, as did April. “That was awesome…” Christof said panting.
“Who said you could stop?”



April went over to Christof’s desk and bent over on to it. She
smacked her ass, giving the cue. Christof walked over and drove his
dick into April’s already creamy pussy. She moaned one of her hottest
moans. Christof had to do the work this time, but he didn’t mind. He
grabbed her shoulder and thigh and started in a rhythm. “Oh Christof!
You’re so good at this!” April moaned, “ You act as though you’ve done
this before!” Christof knew the answer to the question but he simply
replied, “Lots of porn helps!” and drove deeper. She started to work
her ass in a wave-ish motion, stimulating Christof further. Christof
took up the pace a notch. Her pussy felt so good, already well
lubricated from the prior-fucking, it wasn’t that hard to take up a
faster pace. He was going hard and long, his usual power, when he heard
a door open downstairs. “Oh crap! It’s my parents!” Christof yelled! He
quickly turned up the stereo so they wouldn’t notice April’s
earsplitting moans. “You better finish up!” April demanded. He was
pretty close, so he drew out and had him face her. She kneeled down and
jerked him off, as she opened her mouth. Christof jazzed all over her
face and in her mouth. April massaged he balls to make sure she got it
all. “Oh my god…” Christof whispered. “Better get your pants on before
your parents catch us” She put back on all of her clothes and headed
for the window and opened it. “Wait a minute, are we ever going to do
this again?” April made a fake gun with her fingers, “Don’t worry, I’LL
BE BACK!” and she jumped out the window, onto a nearby tree.

Freeclimbing

Jolly1 on Sex Stories

I climb in through your window and notice you’re sound asleep in bed covered in blankets, which can only mean you’re not wearing much between the sheets. I strip down and climb in next to you, you roll over onto your side away from me so I climb deeper into the covers, and take you in my arms, pulling you close to me, and wrapping my big hard arms around you, you moan a little and snuggle up next to me as I take a breast in each hand you moan some more in your sleep so I massage them and watch as your face begins to relax and your body starts to warm up, you moan lightly, and I slide one hand down your stomach and over your legs rubbing over your lips, and thighs, as your moans increase in both depth and

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frequency, you part your legs and I rub your lips through your panties which are soaked and hot. I slide my fingers under your waist band and peel off your soaked panties revealing your swollen lips and clit to my long strong fingers, I nibble on your ear an gently kiss your neck my hand reaching down to feel the curve of your cute ass, and feeling it’s warmth. My hand continues to seek warmth as it slides up to your thigh and then down the inside of your thigh to your swollen shaved lips, they’re so wet and inviting, and your gentle and impassioned moans have ignited a passion yet unknown as I slide my hand down your stomach to spread your swollen lips for me. As my hand nears the top of your slit and your clit, your hand rests on top of mine and I begin to rub your swollen little love button, you moan out loud, your lips swelling, and your nipples harden. You open your legs wider and slide my hand down to your soaking little pussy, I wait till you can’t stand it your heavy panting making me hard and your moans making your desire known I whisper in your ear I love you. And you spread your soaked lips and I slip only one finger into them slowly causing you to toss your head back and moan as I slide it up and down your tight lips, you whimper as I tease you and you moan out in ecstasy as I slide my curved finger deep inside your pink folds, you’re soft and tight, wet and I can feel your muscles contract as I curl and uncurl my finger inside of you, you gasp and grind your pussy into my hand begging for more, so I slide another finger into your tight lips spreading them and twisting them inside of you, sliding them in and out slowly and methodically. As your soft moans turn into orgasmic gasps, and your lips clench my fingers I pull them out ever so slowly and slide them back in pressing my digits into your crimson flesh, buried up to the knuckles in your tight silky folds I can feel your orgasmic contractions as I bite down on your round little nipple. I can feel your hand sliding past mine to rub my cock and as I continue fingering you, guiding you closer and closer to your peak. You pull out my hand and replace it with your own spreading yourself, as you guide me into you, first pulling back my foreskin, and then sliding first my head and then the rest of my shaft into you. I take you  in one swift thrust burying all eight inches of me into your tight little pussy. You moan as I shove into you, spreading you and stretching you internally. You gasp as I thrust into your tight little pussy again and again, I pull it out slowly and then slide back in steadily, making your pussy ache to be filled once again. this is all I've got so far, tell me what you think.

True Story-2

mainkgeemlikkoe on Sex Stories

 

 

True Story – 2

In the 1st part I had mentioned about the person who followed us to our house. When I wanted to see the man, he was gone. However he never came back.
In the mean time I started a cyber café near our University/hostel and really got
busy in making it a success. I used to open the café at 8am and closed it around 11pm. The business was roaring and we were really happy and financially stable, except that I wasn’t giving my wife much time.
We decided that she will also come and help me from 5pm. We used to return home together every night.
My c
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lientele was mostly University students and research guys.
A particular gentleman (let’s call him AC) started coming, he was a Bank manager, and he used to visit chat rooms as also some sex sites. He was over 6ft. tall and about 40 + age group. He used to come after office hours around 6pm. My wife used sit in the cash counter during her visits.
One night, while we were chit chatting and driving back home, she said ‘Did you notice this big fellow’s palm?’  When I said no, she said tomorrow watch his palm. I asked what was so special about it, she said it is huge. I again asked is it bigger than mine, she burst out laughing and said see it for yourself, your palm can’t even cover one of my boob, I think his will not only cover one there will be enough for the other one.
That was a very provocative and sexy statement.
We came back home but I could not get over the insult. I was blind with rage and wanted to fuck her anal and I really wanted to hurt her. But she had never allowed me to fuck her from the back. I just had to satisfy myself fucking her from the front. But while fucking I did say, wait till this man gets his hand on you, he will enter his hand onto your cunt. This was enough to excite her to her limit. She just went crazy begging me to say more. I said a few words; all related how AC will behave when he first meets her. We climaxed together. Next morning as I was leaving she said ‘Thank you for last night”.
I registered her name in an email website under a fictitious name and address.
When she arrived I showed her new email address and told her if she wants she can now mail to AC and let’s see if he responds. You should have seen her face it suddenly was excited. Before Ac arrived we wrote a mail saying how much she likes him…blah blah. We were very tense and after about an hour AC arrived and as is customary, opened his mail and was checking, when he saw Topu’s mail. For some time he just sat there staring at the mail and then answered.
As soon as he left we ran towards a computer, opened and read the mail. He was stunned and wanted to know who was the writer and also wanted to meet her. Topu almost fainted with excitement and wanted to reply. I told her to wait for a day, think about it again and than reply. She agreed and for the 1st time, she sucked my penis for a few seconds.
I now decided to let her taste another man’s dick, what she wanted for such a long time. I told her so while fucking her.
We replied his mail, but did not say when to meet. AC now was sufficiently interested and was pressing for a date. After thirty days Topu agreed to meet him at an appointed place at 4pm on a Saturday. I made her promise that she will tell me everything that has happened.
This is Topu’s version.
“ At 4 he came on a bike and was trying to understand which of the ladies on the road is to be approached. Suddenly he saw me and was surprised. He hesitated for a minute than approached me. I smiled and he smiled back. He just asked me to get onto his bike. Without a word he drove towards the riverfront. I was now worried, is he unhappy to see a middle aged woman, had he expected a young girl to fall for him, since he did not say a word. Once we reached the waterfront he just led me towards a secluded place and told me clearly, I had a hunch it was you, but why did you take so long. I told him I wanted to make sure of my choice and also told him that he is the only person with whom I have come out for the 1st time. He just held me for a minute looked straight into my eyes and suddenly bent down to kiss me. This is the 1st kiss from a stranger and to be honest it wasn’t bad. He kissed me again only this time he forced his tongue into mine and kept sucking mine. I started to get aroused and he understood. After initial kissing we sat down behind the bush and started talking. He kept his hand on my shoulder and kept on playing with my long black hair. It was I who did most of the talking and I felt his hand rubbing my neck. Alas, he did not know my love spot is not on my neck but somewhere else. His hands were now traveling downwards and reached where it wanted to be. I had actually started getting wet and was expecting and wanting more to happen. While I was still talking, I knew it did not make much sense, but he showed me, he was enjoying my talking but his hand was busy exploring my treasure – my lovely 38C boobs. He was now in a hurry to see them also. He told me keep talking while I see your tight boobs. By now he had relieved them of the blouse and bra and exposed them to the twilight. I wanted him to squeeze them, but he just held them on his palm and kept staring at them. Without a warning he now bent down took one on his mouth and bit it hard, I almost screamed, but he held on and started squeezing the other one rather roughly. He told me I was very tight much more than his wife who is much younger.
 I did not like his bringing in his wife, why compare.
I loved the squeezing and let out a long moan. ‘AHHHHHHH…’.
 I was now desperate to explore him, but he continued teasing me. I had to do some thing quick to take control the situation. But how can I let him under stand that I am longing to see his penis and play with it. So I just had to be creative. I caught hold of his arm and started squeezing with all my strength, this probably was something new for him, he let me do it for some time and than caught hold of my hand and slowly, agonizingly slowly placed it on his thigh. The signal was simple ‘do it yourself’. His hand did not go back to my boobs, but traveled below my naval on to the cunt. He now started a slow rubbing of the cunt over the saree I was wearing. The wetness was now becoming apparent as my panty was soaked and the cotton saree, I was wearing, was now getting damp and he felt it.
He just increased the rubbing and also started slow poking. I thought what the heck, why should he have all the fun. My hand now started moving for the final kill. It reached the zipper and I had to pretend I can’t open it. He just opened it one swift movement and left the area to me. My hand went inside found the underwear, bypassed it and reached the penis.
“Where was the beginning and where was the end.”
 I found both ends, it was big, really big, at least if you compare my husband’s tool. I took out the uncut monster and started covering and uncovering it. AC in the mean time slowly started lifting the saree and inserted his finger after pulling down my panty. WOW, for the first time I felt something big and thick inside me. I was now on the edge of a massive -------. I could understand I was losing my control and must extract maximum pleasure, before I cum. I started masturbating my 1st lover with full intensity and honesty. AC was now also approaching his climax, he had closed his eyes but inserted his 2nd finger in me. I was now full inside and the feeling of fulfillment overpowered me and I climaxed. He also came on my hand. I wanted to taste his cum but stopped, controlled myself as I did not want to give him a feeling that I am a slut.
But my fate thought otherwise.                    
It was now quite dark and I needed something to freshen up. AC asked me to wait and went towards the gate. Outside the gate there were a few stalls where snacks, mineral water, colas were sold.
As soon as he disappeared in the darkness a cop appeared and headed towards where I was sitting. I immediately covered myself but remained seated. The policeman just came and stood in front of me and said, ‘where has your partner gone? I stammered and tried to tell him that he is just round the corner. He laughed came closer and with a very commanding voice said ‘Ma’m I will have to arrest you for indecent behaviour in public place and keep you in the lock up till tomorrow morning. The court will open at 10, and you can get a bail than, till that time…’
I was shocked and didn’t know what to say. I started crying when he said ‘I saw every thing you did with that fellow’.
If you want me to save you than just look at this and get into action’.
I had no choice, so I just knelt down pulled out his thick penis and took it into my mouth.
I had never sucked my husband’s penis although he kept begging, and now I am sucking a penis head, which is wet with pre cum. This was about 6” and very thick and round. AC’s is thinner but of same size. This man was sufficiently aroused even before he came to me. He must have seen everything and masturbated. He held me by my hair very very roughly and kept on pumping so fast that I chocked. The entire length of his penis was furiously going in and coming out. In about 2 to 3 minutes he gave in. The entire load of his love juice was inside me. I wanted to throw it out but he held me very tightly and I had to swallow the full load. As soon he was satisfied he just left, but not before giving  hard squeeze on my boobs.
At a distance, I saw AC was coming.”
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I was dumbfound, is this my wife. Who has just come back sucking a stranger and letting another guy ravishing her?
But I think I like it.

 

3 for the show.....part 2

lelasboy0853 on Sex Stories

As we continued to discover her body MrX and I were starving to cum.... Ms X -after she squirted her love shake on her husband's face- suggested we go to her to her home just down the street. We dressed and i followed them to the lobby... Once we got to the lobby they introduce themselves as Thomas and Terry Figeroa. I noticed her cheeks were a rosy red...

I was excited at the idea I would get a chance to her naked body in the light.
They said to meet them at their car...It just so happened I was parked just two rows from their car... I followed them for about four miles....

Once inside their house I was offered drink and told to follow Terry to her bedroom... Tom put some music on and Terry dropped her dress on the floor and began to do some self exploration.
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.. Her hands traveled over body tempting me

Once Tom entered the room she told us to join her on the bed Tom's pants dropped to his ankles and his wife guided his cock into her mouth. He pumped her mouth slowly at first and as his cock stiffened he shoved it deeper down her throat.... She attempted to devore every inch. His hands grabbed her large beautiful tanned titz. I felt a stirring in my pants and wanted to join in so I dropped my pants and kicked them to a corner. Her left hand grabbed my cock... she gently pulled on it... Watching her juggle both cocks and her husband pinching her nipples I slide two fingers into her wet, perfect and nearly hairless pussy. She moaned and turned her head toward my stiffening cock ...it slipped into her mouth & her lips closed around it

Her husband wet his fingers and slid one, then two fingers up her ass, and her asked, If she was up for some ASSPLAY...She moaned with my cock still in her mouth ....YAHAA
She announced her first orgasm and her body trembled and shook as our fingers plunged in her ass and soft sweet pussy ...

We fucked into the early morning I shot three large loads into her mouth pussy and into her flawless tight ass

Thomas jack hammmered her pussy flipped her over and shot a load of jizz in her ass... She looked at us, grinned and asked If we enjoyed ourselves....

As I dressed, getting ready to leave (with them still in bed) Terry asked if I would like to get together next weekend...

Yes I said and I'll bring My G/F...

kerrie on Sex Stories

I was finishing my rounds, mailing letters of course, and as I walked away from the last door.. I saw... the most... amazing set of tits in the world, I knew this women, I thought..     Yes, I recognise her, She went to my college. I walked up behind her, her buttocks, Firm and juicy like an apple, her trousers so tight the outline of her butt was seeming through.  I tapped her on her shoulder, Hey i muttered, She looked at me with sexual eyes, half closed,  as she opened her eyes fully I knew I wanted her.

As we talked more, we ended up on the subject of college where we met, I asked her back to mine for coffee. She agreed and we walked back, My mind on thrustfull erotic sex, I could see it in her too. we got into the hou

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se, About an hour later after chatting alot, neither of us spoke, the silence brang us closer.. hearing us breath in the total silence, deep heavy hot sexual breathing.. As we sat on the couch, both as comfortable as each other, I looked down and I could see her cunt sucking in her panties through her tight, tight trousers as her legs sat open.

I rubbed my hand on her thigh, she knew I wanted it, I knew she wanted it. And we wanted it BAD. Forcefully her body came towards me like a falling brick wall, I placed my hands on her smooth hips, as she kissed me lightly,   she ripped the buttons off my shirt and slided her tounge down my body until she reached my trousers, I smiled at her,  As confused as i was, I didn't mind, My mind all over the place not knowing weather to stop or to let her carry on,This happend so far,But I was so aroused I let myself go.

She came back up to kiss me, while taking my belt off as fast and rough as she could Unzipped my jeans and came back down, she got up, stood there and stared at me. Her tight trousers slided down her figure like she was coated in oil as I gently pulled them down,She seductively raised her silked top as it reached her boobs, my penis was raging for minge. She got right to it, sliding her juiced up lips up and down my cock, As she was sucking hard, I hardly found it enjoyable.. So I forced her head deeper as I love the sound of a woman gagging on my hard penis.

Hot in the room, She started to rub herself all over, back up she came and slipped herself into me, I wanted more than this, So i clenched onto her butt cheeks, forcing her stronger up and down sliding on my cock. She obviously got the message because she started to screetch like an enfuriated eagle about to get it's prey, even though I felt like the eagle right now, the predator I have my prey and now I'm feasting upon it.

Climaxed at last all over her back baby.

herdarkangel on Sex Stories

I've loved her since the day we met. She is my one and only and always

will be. All other shall always be her when I close my eyes. This is how I

wish things could be. *blows her a kiss* I love you. This is for you.


She was his best friend, but more importantly than that she was the one

who held his heart. As their time together progressed and their friendship

deepened, so too did his love for her. Her smile, her laugh the simple way

she entered a room made his heart flutter. He could never tell her the

truth, never risk losing his best friend, even if it might mean gaining

the love of his soul mate. Besides, she was happy.. or so he thought. It

was just past eight when his phon
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e sounded that familiar ring that he

knew to be her, a smile curving his lips as he leapt across the room to

answer. "Hey you", he spoke eagerly into the phone. What greeted him

caused his heart to fall into his stomach. In a tear choked voice she

spoke "I need you....I don't want to be alone". In what seemed to the next

moment he was at her door, her head resting upon his shoulder as he

wrapped his arms about her form. "How...could he?" she said softly as her

fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, twisting it so much that it

pulled from the waist of his pants. "I'm sorry" he whispered in her ear as

he lead her back inside and guided her onto the couch. Between tears and

broken rambling he got the story. Her fiancée had been seeing someone

else, lying to her for months and using her. He wanted to be angry, he

wanted to run off and turn this man who had hurt her into a bruised and

battered mess. But instead his heart was filled with nothing but love and

compassion for the delicate creature beside him. He moved closer to her,

his arm wrapped around her shoulders as rested her head upon his chest.

"It'll be ok, we'll get through this together" he spoke softly as his

fingers rose and ran through her hair just above her brow and past her

ear. She swallowed hard, her eyes opening and staring straight ahead, a

million thoughts going through her mind as his fingertip continued to run

through her hair. "You've always been there....no matter what." He leaned

and kissed the top of her head, "and I always will be...shhh.. just rest,

its been a long day." Her eyes blinked, still holding that deep

thoughtfulness. The arm around her shoulders moved some, his fingers

running up and down her side, softly brushing her ribs. Her eyes closed,

her breathing growing deeper. Rolling onto her back, her eyes opened as

she looked up into his eyes. For a moment all he could do was stare back,

his breathing growing deeper as his heart faltered within his chest. "Your

heart is beating so fast", she said with a smile grin, a glisten sparkling

in her teary eyes. "..." he tried to speak, but the words fell short as he

got lost in those eyes. "I asked my sister to watch the kids for night",

her fingers rising to stroke the side of his face. The hand that had been

stroking her hair rose and took her fingers, bringing them to his lips

where he kissed them softly. "I don't want to.." his words were cut off as

she pressed her fingers to his lips. "This is what I want..." her body

rose and pressed her lips to his, his hand rising to the side of her face

as their kiss deepened. The tip of his tongue ran over her lips, tempting

them to open for him. Pushing her backward onto the couch, his knee

parting hers as he lowered onto her, his tongue dipping into the sweet

warm of her mouth. They both moaned, their eyes closing as his tongue ran

over her lips and began to kiss down her throat. She squirmed beneath him,

arching her back and thrusting against her knee as his kisses moved lower,

tracing her breast bone. His hands ran down her sides, tracing her hips

and lifting them to grind against her as he looked down into her lust

filled eyes. "Please" she spoke breathlessly as his mouth lowered to her

beltline, tugging her shirt upward slightly so he could kiss along the

edge of her pants and trace her bellybutton with his tongue. She gasped, a

tingle running up her spine as he continued to kiss and nibble along her

belt line, pulling the button free with his teeth and kissing the area of

fresh skin he revealed. Her eyes closed and back arched, he continued to

breath heavily and whimper as he tugged her jeans down her legs slowly.

Starting at her toes, he began a slow ascension upon her legs, softly

kisses and nibbles as he worked his way over the tops of her feet, ankles,

up her shins. His tongue ran lightly behind her knee as his hands parted

her thighs and looked up at her. Her eyes opened when he paused, looking

down at him. He kissed each of her thighs, still watching her face as his

tongue ran along the outside of her already soaked panties. She tossed her

head back and moaned at the feel of his tongue, his fingers curling into

the band of her panties and drawing them down her legs. He returned to her

juicy warmth, parting her thighs further as he traced the edges of her

slit with the tip of his tongue, savoring the stray juices. She was going

nuts, his warm breath caressing her wet folds. "mmmm" whispered, his lips

vibrating against her slit before his tongue dipped within and flicked

slowly upward to her clit and then back down. He repeated his several

times, stroking her clit harder each tip with the tip of his tongue as it

grew harder and more pronounced. Her scent and taste drove him wild, his

tongue slipped deep inside of her and moved as though it were a wild

snake. Her moans grew louder, her hips rising toward his face as her

fingers ran through his hair and curled, pulled his head upward.

"I...please...I need you inside of me" He smiled, licking her juices from

his lips before he leaned to kiss her once more, her hands working as his

belt and pushing his jeans down with her help. Rising briefly he pulled

them off and tossed them aside, lowering back to the bed and parting her

thighs with his knee. His fingers ran up her arms and pinned them above

her head as the rock hard tip of his manhood graved her inner thigh and

along the edges of her juice coated sweetness. Teasing her slit up and

down, the tip of his manhood circling her clit. Her arms pinned above her

head, all she could do was gasp and push her hips upward toward him. He

leaned and kissed down her neck, along her collarbone and up behind her

ear, licking and nibbling her ear lob as he continued to tease her.

Slipping just inside and then back out, tease up and down before sliding

back in just a little deeper and then back out. She whimpered and moaned,

head tossing side to side as she struggled. "Please... I have to have

you... please fuck me.. I need you". He looked into her eyes, pausing for

a moment. "I love you". He pushed slowly inside of her until her was at

his deepest and then slowly pulled back out. "I always have" He pushed

back inside of her, building a slowly increasing rhythm. Her eyes met with

his, her heart falling nearly through her back at his words. She barely

had time to process them before he slid inside of her and started to drive

her already hot, wet pussy toward orgasm. Her back arched with each

thrust, pushing herself closer , trying to get him deeper as she wrapped

her legs around his waists and locked her ankles behind his back.

Releasing her hands, he grasped her hips to get better leverage, thrusting

harder and faster, his eyes never leaving her face. Their bodies rose

higher and higher, sweat pouring from them as their neared that edge of

ecstasy and then fell over it together. He leaned and took her mouth in a

passionate kiss as he felt her start to tighten about him. His kisses

animalistic and intense as he trust as deep and hard as he could, spasming

inside of her as they came together. He continued to stroke inside of her,

as their continued to kiss softly, slowly coming back from what felt like

another world, her legs releasing their hold upon him and falling back to

the bed. He would wrap his arms around her and roll, pulling her atop him

when he held her close to his chest where she rested her head. After what

seemed like an eternity she lifted her face and looked into his eyes. "I

love you too"

Sally's Hero

wickedinfl on Sex Stories

I had been dating Ann for almost a year and had come to know her two kids very well. Sally was a 17 year old and turning into a beautiful woman. Sally had long brown hair, a pair of breast that would cause any man or teenage boy to water at the mouth and become a babbling fool. Sally was about 5 feet 4 inches high and still had some baby fat in the right places. Everytime I was over, I would always check out Sally's ass as she pranced around the house in her baby doll pajamas. Ann and I had just finished swimming in her pool, laughing because I still had a hard on after Ann had teased me with a playful blowjob. She promised me that there was more to come after Sally left the house to stay at her friends house for the night. We were going to have dinner and watch a movie, then

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continue the pool scene in the bedroom. I couldn't wait and continued to sport a hard on thinking about what was to come.

Ann and I were sitting in the living room, still in our swim suits, having a drink when all of a sudden we heard Sally let out a loud scream from the bathroom where she was taking a shower. Both of us jumped up to see what had happen. As we opened the bathroom door, there was Sally, still in the shower with a towel semi wrapped around her. The towel only covering one of her tits and barely covering the rest of her. For a moment, I stood there like a stone statue staring at Sally's tit. It was semi tanned, with the rest as white as milk and her nipple was dark and protruding straight out, still excited from the shower that Sally had just finished. Coming back to realization, we ask Sally what was the matter. She pointed to the corner and said that there was a large Palmetto bug(nothing more than a large cockroach) that was on the rug as she was stepping out of the shower. I immediately grabbed a magazine and hunted the Palmetto bug down and ended its life with one swat of the magazine(Playboy) which Sally had been reading earlier. After getting rid of the bug, Sally calmed down and realized that she was partly exposed and smiled at us both and apoligized. Ann and I smiled at her and said that it was alright and we were glad nothing had happened to her.

Ann went to make us another drink when the phone rang. It was her son calling saying that he had had a small accident with his car. Ann immediately went into her mother mode and was frantic that her son could have been hurt. Ann told her son that she would be right there to get him. Ann apoligized to me, told me to just wait and she would be right back. Ann said fix yourself a drink and that she shouldn't be long. I said ok as she slipped on a pair of shorts and halter top and was out the door.

A Journey of a Real Woman

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A JOURNEY OF A REAL WOMAN
By Kacey1999
Email kcdouglas1999@yahoo.com
Please email me your comments and suggestion, as I appreciate readers who take the time to give feedback. The style of this story is new and I hope readers can understand what I tried to do. I am telling Betsy's story, as she gets set to turn 40, and she thinks back to what has happened in her life.

Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest.

Chapter Three

Betsy had something to eat and felt thoroughly refreshed. The weekend dream festival was progressing exactly as planned and she still had chapters of her life story to review. Her grad school relationship with Ron was over and thankfully she had gotten rid
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of a demon that had bothered her for many years. Then she remembered the promise to go over everything that happened in the SM chamber owned by Ron's boss.

Now that she had rid herself of the nightmares from the experience, she looked forward to reviewing the torture. Suddenly a shiver ran up her spine, making the hair on the back of her head, stand up. Betsy realized the many torture machines had revealed her secret dark-side. The wicked contempt shown by Ron and his boss had overly excited her, and it resulted in the orgasm of her life. But Betsy vowed to not dwell on the experience right now and she planned to save that for another chapter.

Betsy's rest period was done and she rushed back to the spare bedroom for more erotic dreams. She was already into the next chapter when she jumped on the bed. Betsy landed in a comfortable position on her back and felt it was best because she could look up at this mysterious woman living her life without regrets. Of course she was the woman and loved trying to visualize everything right down to the most interesting detail.

Grad school was finished and so was her affair with Ron. Betsy moved back to New Orleans taking a part-time, teaching job while putting her resume out to every school in the south. She lived with her father and he was very glad to have her living at home again. Being the only child, she was close to her father and it gave her a chance to do things for him again. It never hurt to have a woman's touch around the house, and Betsy's dad loved having her around even though she nagged him.

This chapter of her life would see Betsy discover herself, as a mature woman. Her education years were over and now it was time to find a job she liked. It was a little before Mardi Gras and certainly party time in New Orleans. Betsy was at a party when she met Phil. He walked into the room with a cooler in his hand and instantly zeroed in on the sexiest woman in the room. They talked and Phil invited Betsy to a basketball game the next day.

Phil invited her to Washington, DC for a Congressional Mardi Gras party, which Betsy could still remember. He booked her into the Ritz and they made love over the weekend. It started a long distance relationship with daily phone calls and constant emails that went on for months. Then Betsy was offered a job in Virginia. It was much better money than her New Orleans job and she moved there to be nearer to Phil.

The Virginia location turned out great for a job plus rest and relaxation activities. Phil rented a beach house on the eastern shore for the summer and the couple went there every weekend. Betsy loved the beach, not so much for the water, but just for the playful atmosphere. The house had five bedrooms and two baths and Phil had most of the extra space rented out to his friends. He retained the largest bedroom on the main floor and the other four bedrooms were on the second level. There was a walkway on that level overlooking the dining room, which gave the house a very comfortable feeling.

Most of the weekends were spent on the beach drinking, sunning and playing volleyball. Phil was a big volleyball guy and games were played in the sand for the entire summer. Betsy got to know most of the regulars even though there was a constant change of faces. At night most of the people would just come and go, as they pleased, but that didn't bother anyone.

Betsy didn't like volleyball but she watched it a lot just to make Phil happy. Most of the guys had nicknames and she found most of them quite hilarious. There was Shape, Supershape who was Shape's brother, Bagman, Pisser and Flipper. When she found out how Flipper got his name, Betsy almost choked. It seemed he was setting up a gangbang on some girl and someone opened the door to the room he was in, to check on what was happening. Flipper was performing oral sex on the girl and he couldn't get any leverage so his arms were flipping back as he tried.

Suddenly Betsy wondered what the guys called her but she shivered thinking that it was probably better not to know. Her life story abruptly got more interesting. It was near the end of summer when she was sitting at the dining room table with Phil and a new guy came in. He was a hunk who was staying in one of the upstairs bedrooms for the first time.

Betsy remembered being smitten by the guy from the very first time she set eyes on him. She found out his name was Thomas and they had a very nice conversation that eventful day. It made her smile now when she remembered just how naïve and inexperienced she was in those days. Phil, Thomas and she sat around most of the day drinking far too much and joking. As was his custom, Phil was feeling no pain by late in the day.

About eight in the evening, Betsy noticed a constant stream of guys going into one of the bedrooms. When she asked why, Thomas simply said that the only way to find out was to have a look. The three went upstairs and Betsy was utterly shocked beyond belief when the door opened. She remembered peeking into the room and the scene taking her breath away. As she found out later, Shape had picked up a girl named Marty and he turned her over to all of his buddies. When Betsy looked into the room, she noticed the naked woman on the bed and she was drenched with white, sticky cum.

Betsy wondered if it was lucky or unlucky, but she witnessed Marty being savagely fucked. There was one guy fucking her, another guy with his fat cock in her mouth and a couple others were jerking off on her chest. All of a sudden Betsy's dream flashed into bright, vivid Technicolor. There were three or four naked guys waiting their turn in the room when a sudden onrush of more guys entered.

To this day, Betsy never knew how the newcomers snatched her but suddenly she was inside the room. Frantically she looked around and couldn't find Phil or Thomas. Everything happened so fast that even today she couldn't believe how she was pushed up against the rocking bed. She remembered very vividly trying to stop all the hands, which were all over her body.

It made her laugh now, but at the time she was terrified. She grabbed someone's bold hand just as it was about to feel her breast and someone else's hand shot under her shirt. Her boobs were outside her bra so fast that she was dumbfounded. Suddenly she had to let go of the hands trying to grope her chest, as there were far more pressing issues. A guy had his hands all over her crotch and another guy was trying to undo her pants.

What she heard still sent shivers through her body. "Fresh meat. Hurry up guys... strip the bitch and get her on the fucking bed. Holy sweet shit... this bitch has nice tits. Look at those jugs... and those fucking nipples."

The noise in the room was deafening and everyone was cheering. Not only for the guys screwing the slut on the bed but for the guys taking liberties with the new slut. Betsy rolled her head around frantically looking for help. Then she saw her boyfriend and Thomas trying to push the guys aside so they could rescue her. Betsy pleaded for her life just as a guy held her arms fully stretched up in the air. Another guy pushed her shirt and bra all the way up to her neck and yet someone else squeezed her boobs like he had never felt tits before.

Everything was out of control. Suddenly she involuntarily sucked in her breath when she felt a hand slip into the waistband of her pants. She didn't mean to but it gave the man more freedom. He quickly shoved his hand into her panties and instantly his fingers closed on her crotch. Nothing so dramatic had ever happened to her before and all Betsy could do was squirm and struggle to get free.

Her boobs were waving around like freelance balloons. All of a sudden one of the guys groping her went flying across the room. Then Thomas was standing beside her telling her drunken boyfriend that they should get poor little Betsy back to her own bedroom. Just as he started to lead her from the crowd of sex-starved maniacs, a mountain of a nude man stopped them. He told Thomas that she was the, 'new meat,' but Thomas said he didn't think so. This moose grabbed the front of Thomas' shirt and made a mistake of confronting an unknown opponent.

Betsy remembered acting stupid at the time but now she laughed at it. As was her custom, she volunteered to go with the man if it meant he would leave Thomas and Phil alone. She remembered thinking the man was going to beat the shit out of her friends because of her, so the only sane thing she could do was go with the man. The last thing she remembered was Thomas letting go of her hand, as a gesture that he was willing to let her go.

When she turned her back to take the mountain man's hand, the man went flying past her and landed on the floor in a heap. His face was bloody and Betsy thought she was dreaming. Then someone took her hand and out the door they went untouched or unmolested. Her legs were so wobbly that Betsy could hardly walk and Thomas led the way to his bedroom, which was down the hall.

Drunken Phil followed and he had obviously been affected by the near gangbang of his girlfriend. About the last thing in the world Betsy ever expected she would be willing to do, she did. Her shirt and bra were still askew and she stood motionless when her boyfriend stripped them from her overheated body. Phil was too drunk to care that someone else was in the room and he took his clothes off. "Bets... love. I couldn't believe my eyes... they fucking had your gorgeous tits right out in the open. Fuck honey... I almost came in my pants when that one guy rubbed his cock all over you. Fuck... the one guy shoved his fucking hand down your pants. When he took it out and licked his wet fingers... I wanted to fuck you right there."

Phil was shaky but finally managed to get his clothes off. He stood naked, as a jaybird, and let his cock wave in the air when he kept talking. "Honey. I'm sure they would have gangbanged you if Thomas hadn't been there. Yano what I think? I think we should give Thomas a reward. Let him have sex with you. Co'mon... let's do it."

His hands were all over her and to this day Betsy couldn't understand why she didn't resist. She merely stood in the room and let her boyfriend take all her clothes off right in front of an almost complete stranger. But then she realized. From the first moment she saw Thomas, she knew he was the man for her. She had never dreamed of being unfaithful to Phil but suddenly she was more than willing.

Betsy could still see the nicest smile on the man's face once she was naked. She stared into his dark, paralyzing eyes and knew everything was okay. Thomas did a striptease that any man would be proud of and when he was naked, Betsy's eyes widened in awe. He was all muscle and hung. She could still remember being extremely calm waiting for things to happen.

Then Phil guided Betsy to the bed and she never complained. He almost tossed her down while giving every indication that he wanted her to suck his cock. Phil loved having her give him a blowjob and he held his hips out expecting Betsy to fulfill his wishes. "Come on baby. Show the man. Suck cock like you know how," Phil said. "And get on your hands and knees... so Thomas can get his reward."

Her boyfriend was serious even though the alcohol influenced him. "Christ baby... I want to watch. I want to watch you have sex with someone," Phil whispered. "I want to watch you give head and get fucked at the same time... by him!"

Betsy was simply amazed when it happened. Phil manhandled her until she was on hands and knees and in the desired position. The images of being completely vulnerable flashed in her head and they made her tremble. Phil shoved his cock in her face and Betsy had no alternative but to put it in her mouth. She started sucking Phil and used her hands to stroke his cock just the way he liked.

Betsy remembered how severely she trembled when the bed moved. She knew Thomas was getting settled behind her and suddenly she felt something brush against her exposed backside. The devastating thought of being taken by a stranger was more thrilling than she ever imagined.

She obediently sucked Phil's cock but all of her senses were focused on what Thomas was doing. Betsy felt the man rub his cock all over her butt and then he touched her between the legs. Her body jerked forward and Phil's cock shot down her throat taking her breath away. Suddenly a streak of lightning struck her pussy opening and the blazing bolt went straight to her head.

Thomas felt the upturned ass quiver and rock when he split the puffy labia. He realized Betsy was experiencing a premature orgasm and didn't want to make her wait. Thomas rammed his cock to the hilt and he had never felt anything like it. The extreme heat instantly made his temperature rise and then Betsy pushed back at him. Her sexy body went into convulsion right away and Thomas couldn't believe his good luck.

All that interested Phil was inside of Betsy's scorching mouth. He squirmed and tried to make the blowjob last a long time but Betsy was far too determined to end it quickly. She pumped her hand back and forth on his stiff shaft and kept the knob buried in her hot mouth. Even in his drunken stupor, Phil wondered if it was such a good idea. His glassy eyes stared at Thomas, as the man ravaged his girlfriend from behind.

Phil reasoned his stamina lasted such a brief time was because of being able to watch Thomas with his girlfriend. He heard bare flesh slapping together, as Thomas fucked Betsy, and all Phil imagined was the man's big cock going in and out of her precious snatch. Phil merely grabbed her head tightly when his orgasm exploded in Betsy's sucking mouth. Then he threw his head back and only wanted to imagine himself with Betsy.

Betsy's belly was still experiencing severe contractions when her mouth filled with molten lava. She desperately swallowed Phil's massive load and tried hard not to choke. Just as the last few drops were sucked out of Phil's throbbing pecker, Betsy felt something profound. There wasn't much she could do immediately following a climax but somehow her belly shuddered when the burning lava filled her inner sanctuary.

Thomas' strong fingers closed around her waist and he squeezed hard. Betsy felt Thomas pull back at the same time he thrust forward with his powerful hips and she thought the top of her head was coming off. Suddenly more spasms rocked her sweating body, as the man fucked her into a subconscious state.

All three sort of collapsed on the bed when the animal lust ended. Thomas kept his distance not wanting to get too close to the couple but Phil had other ideas. His desire for sexual gratification had been satisfied and all he could think of was having another drink. Phil obviously wasn't thinking straight when he excused himself, which shocked Betsy beyond belief. He told Betsy that he was going for another drink and then look in on what the other guys were doing. She took it to mean Phil wanted to watch the gangbang in Marty's bedroom, but the thought didn't upset her at all.

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Betsy remembered being not the least bit concerned when her boyfriend left her with someone else. She was lying on her side and suddenly felt Thomas shifting across the bed until he was up against her back. He hugged her for the longest time and it was the most wonderful feeling. Betsy liked to cuddle after intercourse and in no time her eyes got heavy and closed.

She could still remember what happened next. The memory was still like it happened yesterday and Betsy was determined to take her time with this section of her life story. Her mind drifted back to 1991 and she relived one of the most memorable affairs of her life.

Betsy was almost asleep, but Thomas had other plans. His right arm was over top of her torso and Betsy kept her arms outstretched, which left her entire front unguarded. At first Thomas' hand merely caressed the front of her body without lingering on any specific spot. In the perfect dreamland state, Betsy faced away from Thomas and let her mind drift through empty space.

All of a sudden she was aware of his hand caressing and kneading her tits. One boob at a time, Thomas squeezed and tenderly massaged before lingering on each nipple until it was rock hard. There was a warm smile on her face and Betsy loved that inter-dimensional feeling of being half asleep. Suddenly her heart skipped a few beats when she felt something hard stirring against the back of her legs.

She remembered not wanting to open her eyes so she laid still wishing for more lovely embraces. His hand moved from her heaving chest to her tummy, which was going in and out at a furious rate. She felt his fingers tracing lightly across her stomach and then stop at her bellybutton. Betsy sucked in her breath when Thomas touched her hollow and then he teased her until she whimpered out loud.
"This time... we are going to do it right. Make mad, passionate love," Thomas whispered into her ear. "Lift your leg... up a bit."

Betsy heard his command and obediently lifted her right leg slightly. She didn't expect the biggest thrill when Thomas' hard cock sprang between her thighs. His throbbing member stretched between her legs and sprang up against her wetness.

Thomas knew exactly what would get Betsy's blood boiling. His right hand snaked downward and then he put his fingers directly over his hard cock. He pushed hard and felt his shaft embed itself in the immense wetness, which made Betsy's hips quiver wildly. Then he threatened to push the head of his cock into her honey hole and Betsy's breathing halted. Thomas left his meat embedded in Betsy's pussy slit and he deftly squirmed his fingers around the thick head to surround her throbbing clitoris.

Betsy felt the head of his cock directly at her opening and his fingers pulling the swollen clit out of the vast wetness. Suddenly her breathing resumed but it was ragged and very broken. Now at the age of 39 and remembering the events in her life, Betsy recalled thinking how the first time was heaven, and the second time was heavenly bliss. She abruptly broke the embrace and rolled over to face Thomas. "Oh gawd, I need you. Please, please make love to me," she whispered.

Thomas was skilled in the many facets of what a woman wanted and needed. "Put your hands on it. Feel my cock and make it harder," he whispered. She instantly obeyed not wanting to wait any longer. "Make it nice and hard... hard so you can sit on it."

Betsy wondered what he meant but she didn't have to wait long before finding out. Thomas rolled onto his back and that put his engorged cock in a most prestigious position. It hovered at an angle above his hips and Betsy couldn't resist putting her dainty fingers around the thick shaft.

"I want to watch you. Watch you make love to me. See you with my cock in your hands... and then see you sitting on top of it," he whispered.

Betsy couldn't take her eyes off his penis. Her fingers were wrapped around the shaft and she felt the cock pulsating madly. She swooped down and kissed the glistening end but Thomas was not satisfied. "Leave it laying on my belly... and then sit on top. Sit on me so that your cunt is pushing against my cock. I want you to feel it... against your love-box," Thomas said. "I want to watch you... see you making love."

Thomas laid flat on his back with his legs together. Betsy crouched over his thighs and place one of her knees on either side on his outstretched legs. She bent over and put her face mere inches above his chest. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted above his muscular hips and leaned forward. His pecker pressed against the front of her body and Betsy felt it jerking up and down so that it banged her belly.

Betsy couldn't remember wanting something so badly. She was willing to do whatever Thomas wanted if he would satisfy her burning desires. Suddenly he took control. "Suck my nipples. Suck'em love," he whispered. "Make them hard with your tongue... and your teeth!"

She had never heard any man say that but strangely Betsy found his request very stimulating. When she reached out and put his tiny nipple in her mouth, it was a most profound feeling. Her tongue rolled the bud around and covered it with saliva, which brought moans from Thomas. "Yes baby. Just like that... now the other."

Betsy caressed both nipples and found the experience made her even hotter. Then she nibbled on the tiny buds and noticed how his chest seemed to push up to meet her mouth. Suddenly Thomas put his strong hands on her ass cheeks and moved her butt until it was directly over his crotch. She had to straighten up but managed to retain a hold on his nipples. "Sit on it. Put your wet pussy right on top of my cock. Push my cock into your lips. Baby... spread those juicy lips with my cock," he said.

Thomas guided her hips and he knew when things were right. Betsy gasped out loud when the throbbing cock split her soaked pussy lips and the thick shaft embedded into her narrow slit. She sat up straighter but kept her hands on his chest. Her fingers pinched his nipples and twisted them ever so tenderly.

The thick cock burned her pussy and Betsy couldn't sit still. Her hips jiggled back and forth and Thomas pulled down hard with his hands around her slender waist. Suddenly Betsy wanted it now. Her tummy started to quiver in and out and Thomas was afraid she was not going to wait so he lifted her up. "Not yet. Get up... hold my cock up and sit on it. I want it in your belly," he moaned.
Betsy shifted to the rear so that she was sitting on his legs. Her hand grabbed the enlarged cock as soon as it was free and she held it straight up in the air. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted and ever so slowly moved forward until she was above his muscular hips again. Then she held perfectly still.

Betsy stared down at the upstanding cock. She wondered if she should sit down but her body was moving before the answer came. Thomas put his hands around her waist and guided her forward, an inch at a time. When the tip of his bulbous cock touched her crotch, her breathing stopped. Betsy was afraid to take her hand off his thick shaft and held the cock straight up.

The feeling was out of this world when her body lowered a little. First one inch, then two, and suddenly her hand let go. Betsy was staring into his eyes when it happened. She felt his hands tug on her slender waist and knew he was going to do it. She merely held her breath waiting. Then Thomas squeezed his hands into her burning flesh and pulled downward with all his strength. He thrust up with his powerful hips and buried his cock to the hilt with one swift stab.

It must have taken minutes to start breathing again, and when she did, all Betsy could do was gasp desperately for much needed air. She was positive that she started creaming on the first thrust and didn't stop until he finally climaxed deep inside of her. It was the longest and most intense orgasm of her life up to that point and one she would always remember.

That time, years ago with Thomas, still brought back good memories. Betsy also realized that it was a defining moment in her life. She realized her relationship with Phil was over and vowed to leave her boyfriend to be with Thomas. The ecstasy lasted for hours that night and she experienced one orgasm after another.

She wasn't sure what time it was when she left Thomas' room but eventually she wound up back in bed with her boyfriend. Phil must have passed out sometime during the night like he did every weekend. He was in bed still completely dressed and hardly stirred when she came to bed. Phil mumbled some indistinguishable statement, as she climbed into bed, and Betsy assumed he was oblivious to her spending hours with another man.

'But then again,' Betsy mused. 'Maybe he knew and wanted me to screw his buddy.' Phil's eyes flickered for a brief moment, as if he acknowledged her return to bed from using the bathroom.

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In the morning, Phil had a humongous hangover. He woke up and threw his arm around Betsy but luckily for her, he didn't try anything. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that she didn't want to have sex with Phil. She had such a wonderful feeling after the night with Thomas and she didn't want to spoil it.

Sunday morning was a complete blur with Betsy reminiscing about the time with Thomas. She had breakfast with Phil and immediately after went up to the room she shared with Thomas. That was when she felt like someone stabbed her in the heart. The room was empty and it had been neatly cleaned up. Betsy stood outside the room in disbelief, which must have been noted by a girl, named Penny, who was walking by.

"Are you looking for Thomas? If so... he's gone. Packed up and left about nine," the girl informed Betsy. She could see the concerned look on Betsy's pretty face so she continued. "I liked Thomas. He's not like most of the guys. Are you his girlfriend?"

Betsy was not able to speak right away but found her voice eventually. "No. No... We're just friends. I'll see him later... I'm sure he'll be on the beach this afternoon."

Betsy thought back to her initial meeting with Penny. She was a lovely girl who went to church every Sunday. Penny was fairly thin and she had the cutest smile on her face all the time. The one thing a person noticed about Penny right away was that the woman didn't have boobs. Betsy remembered feeling sorry for her at the time but later she realized that Penny had nipples that made up for any lack of tits.

Right after finding out that Thomas had departed, Betsy had to be alone. She left Penny standing in the hallway and rushed back to her room. Phil had already changed for the beach and he was dressed in his normal volleyball attire. They exchanged greetings and agreed to meet on the beach at the courts. Betsy stayed in the room for about an hour but then decided it was best to socialize.

Most of the regulars were already at the beach when Betsy finally arrived. She needed sleep more than anything and quickly nodded off into dreamland once her chair was settled on the sand. Even the loud hollering and volleyball cheering didn't bother her that day. Her mind drifted off and it was Thomas who was in her most intimate thoughts.

After thirty minutes, someone thrust a beer into her hand. There was still no sign of Thomas so Betsy slowly sipped the beer while nonchalantly watching the sweaty volleyball players playing in the sand. Then she dropped off asleep for another hour before repeating the frustrating exercise. She thought about last night and her mind tuned out all of the things going on around her.

It was like trying to solve an equation and all Betsy thought about was when, and if, Thomas would show up. She had that worried, sickening feeling that people got when they weren't sure about a love affair. Betsy remembered every question rushing through her distraught mind waiting to see Thomas again. 'Did Thomas like her? Did he want her to be his girlfriend? Did she do something wrong or did Thomas just use her last night?'

The last question was the most disturbing, but Betsy didn't believe the man betrayed her feelings and emotions. She was still disillusioned and halfway through her third beer when her thoughts were interrupted. "Is this chair taken? My... you look even lovelier than last night."

Betsy came fully awake in a heartbeat and she started to stutter. "What? No... Oh, no," she muttered before realizing there was no chair but her own around. She blushed and could feel her heart beating so fast it must have made her look silly.

Thomas sat down in the sand and they chatted for a long time. They talked about nothing and little things that didn't require much thinking. Suddenly she realized that she didn't know much about the man. She did most of the talking last night, a southern thing, she thought. So they chatted about him. Betsy asked about the mountain man last night, as she was still confused about how the man went flying. Thomas told her that he was a 3rd degree black belt so quite competent when push came to shove.

It bothered Betsy that Thomas had left before seeing her in the morning. He quickly put her fears to rest by explaining that he had to do an errand. Apparently he was moving and had to pick up the keys to his new house in Boston that morning. Betsy felt much better once Thomas told her how he hurried through the transfer and rushed back just to see her.

Betsy was in heaven after hearing his heart-warming revelation. They each had a beer and then Thomas suggested they go up to the beach house. "Last night meant a lot to me. Come... I want to fuck you again," he whispered. Her jaw dropped both from surprise and great elation. She gulped her beer and off they went.

They went directly to the same room as last night. Luckily it was still unoccupied and her heart stopped when the door slammed shut. They stood face to face and Betsy watched his lips move. "Take off your suit. I know it's a beautiful bikini, but I want to see your gorgeous body... naked," Thomas said.
Betsy did as he requested and in a flash Thomas also stripped. "Have you ever masturbated?"

She almost fainted but couldn't stop her response. "Yes."

The look on his face was serious. "Show me!"

Betsy often touched herself when she was with a partner but suddenly she didn't know what to do. Thomas moved over to sit in a chair beside the bed and motioned for her to use the bed. Betsy slowly walked over and sat down facing Thomas. She assumed it would be easy to masturbate but that was far from what happened.

All of a sudden she didn't get aroused or worked up when she caressed her boobs. Betsy rolled her nipples around and around but all that did was get them hard. Then she shifted her hand down to her pelvis and put her fingers between her legs. It went better but she still didn't feel close to achieving an orgasm.

Suddenly inspiration hit. She visualized seeing Marty during that horrible gangbang. Then Betsy remembered being forced into the room by strangers and having her top lifted up above her breasts. She vowed never to admit the feelings she felt at the time. Her juices started to run and she felt the crotch of her panties getting soaked. Then she pictured the men holding her arms up in the air so they could fondle her boobs.

Betsy's hand started to move a lot faster. Suddenly the masturbation was much easier. She remembered her nipples being pinched so hard it hurt but that didn't matter at the time. Her visualization continued with the men molesting her boobs and one guy even sucked her nipple. Then Betsy pictured what should have been the most disturbing thing that happened. While the men groped her titties, another man shoved his hand inside her pants. The man had one goal in mind and his fingers entered her wetness with lightning speed.

Afterwards Betsy wondered if she spread her legs or if the man forced them apart. She remembered struggling like crazy, but it merely seemed to give the man more freedom. Suddenly her fingers were his fingers. She put the clit between her thumb and forefinger and started twirling it vigorously until she felt the first spasm shot through her loins.

Thomas watched the erotic bliss with immense admiration. He adored Betsy's wit and charm but suddenly he loved her sexy body and adorable treasures. Betsy threw her head back and pushed out her chest when her left hand grabbed a boob. Her fingers pulled the hard nipple outward, as if offering it to the enthusiastic onlooker. Her right hand was a blur and Thomas caught brief glimpses of the rosy bud when it swirled around in the vast wetness.

Thomas knew exactly when Betsy climaxed. Her right hand stopped moving except for her fingers squeezing the puffy clit. Then her hips jerked out of control and thrust wildly at the imaginary stranger. When the orgasm subsided enough to enable Betsy to breathe properly again, Thomas ordered her to suck his cock. "Get me harder. Put your lips around my cock and suck it... so I can stick it in your cunt," he commanded. In a less demanding manner he added, "Baby... I want to fuck you so badly."

It made her chuckle now, but Thomas was a mouthful. There was no need to get him hard because his cock was already throbbing like crazy. But she obeyed relishing the opportunity to satisfy his demands. Then Thomas ordered her to kneel beside the bed. He jerked Betsy around and made her go down on her hands and knees. He forced her upper torso onto the bed with her head facing to the side. It was that familiar position, which Betsy loved, and she readied herself for what came next.

Suddenly it all made sense to her even though it was years later. Thomas liked being in control and he loved ordering her to do things. He never asked or pleaded for her to do something, he only ordered her. In the beginning, she would have it no other way. She was submissive and liked pleasing others and this was her way of making someone special in her life happy.

Once again Betsy was in heaven. Thomas knelt behind her and he did everything in slow-motion. He put the flared head of his cock at her opening and then he slowly pressed his hips forward. His glorious penis slid into her volcano and she could only remain stationary. Betsy felt his hand on her side so she lifted up slightly, thinking he wanted to reach under her outstretched torso. Instead he grabbed her hand and rolled her fingers up but left her thumb sticking out. Then he ordered her to suck her thumb, which she did right away.

The rest was a blur to Betsy even now. She remembered sucking her thumb and Thomas pounding her cunt like a madman. She experienced one orgasm followed immediately by another and it seemed the man had everlasting stamina. Lights flashed in her head, her nipples were on fire and a thousand volts of electricity zapped her whole body. Then she felt his hips jerking randomly out of control and suddenly her entire body shut down.

When Betsy came down out of the clouds, she was in his arms. Her head was on Thomas' chest and they talked for a while. He mentioned how lucky it was that her thumb was in her mouth when she climaxed because her loud groans of ecstasy would have been heard at the beach. All of a sudden Betsy realized something. It was during this tender embrace that the first thoughts of love entered her head.

They talked and laughed. It seemed so different than anything before. Betsy started playing with his nipples, which she knew he liked. The next thing she knew it was blowjob time. "Hold it. Put the tip of my cock in your mouth... just the tip," Thomas ordered. "Now put your tongue under my cock. Lick it with your tongue... but just keep the tip in your mouth. Yes... yes, like that."

Betsy's eyes were glassy, as she stared down at the big penis. "Now stroke it baby. Both hands... stroke it... stroke it harder," he said. "Yes... both hands back and forth... just like that. Keep doing it just like that and watch it cum. Watch me fill your mouth with cum, baby. You're the best cocksucker on the planet."

His vulgarity should have disgusted Betsy but it didn't. It seemed to provoke her even more and she yearned to make him happier. Betsy milked Thomas' thick cock until she swallowed his big load of creamy cum.

***

The time was getting to be late afternoon. Betsy and Thomas jumped out of bed with the realization that the beach crowd, especially Phil, would have noticed Betsy's disappearance. They showered and it took all their resolve to not start another session of torrid lovemaking. The beach house was about a block from the beach and Thomas thought he should return to the beach via a different route than Betsy. That made sense, Betsy reasoned, as it might look funny to Phil seeing his girlfriend show up with another man after she had been gone for hours.

Betsy hoped that she didn't look too guilty when she strolled back to her chair. The volleyball games were still going on but Phil quickly came over to her, wanting to know where she had been. For one of the very few times in her life, she lied. Betsy told her boyfriend that she had not been feeling so good after the beers and she had taken a nap. Then wisely she got them both a beer and afterwards listened to him droll on and on about his volleyball crap.

As Phil was yapping, Betsy finally saw Thomas walking up the beach. He was talking to a girl and Betsy remembering thinking how smart he was to solicit such a good cover-up. The girl had a great tan and she was wearing a bright green swimsuit. She appeared to have a pretty good body, but Betsy was too thrilled about what went on all afternoon to be jealous of the girl at first.
Then Thomas and the girl stopped and sat on the girl's towel. They chatted and laughed and Betsy almost flew into a fit of rage when the girl put her hand on Thomas' shoulder. She wanted to confront the bitch and tell her that Thomas was her man. Betsy was mad. Then she got mad at Thomas. Suddenly she got mad at Phil for his damn yapping.

Abruptly she told Phil that they should hit the road since tomorrow was a school day and she had to get up early. Betsy left the beach with Phil and she refused to look back at Thomas for fear of losing her nerve. She was determined to make a stand and show Thomas that she was not happy when he got too friendly with other women. Strange as it sounded now, Betsy reasoned her relationship with Thomas was much more than a fleeting afternoon, love affair.

Betsy had everything packed in no time. They departed so fast that Phil was amazed. He thought Betsy was peeved at something but hesitated to say anything for fear she was mad at him. They bid all their friends a goodbye until next weekend and hit the road.

Now years later, Betsy wondered how anyone could act so stupid. She lay in her state of dreamland remembering how mad she was at Thomas and the girl. Her anger turned out to be her boyfriend's immense gratification. Phil received the blowjob of his life on the drive home. He was utterly shocked when Betsy whipped his cock out and then bent over to suck it.

Phil wasn't stopping for anything because he didn't want Betsy to stop so he kept driving. The thrill of possibly getting caught or seen by someone on the busy interstate made the experience even more thrilling. Not much was said after he climaxed. Phil merely drove and Betsy sat quietly while they dreamed of separate issues. Betsy wondered if Thomas was real and if her relationship with Phil was actually over. Although Phil had always said they were not fully committed to each other, Betsy still felt guilty for having a secret affair.

***

The next weekend signaled the end of summer. It was a three-day affair with Monday being the last holiday of summer and everyone just wanted to party hard. Betsy thought she was right in assuming Phil didn't know anything about what happened last weekend with Thomas. She planned to get more of Thomas' personal information this weekend and hoped he would show up at the beach house. When she and Phil arrived at the house, all the bedrooms were full except for theirs.

Betsy rushed upstairs to the bedroom that she hoped Thomas would be in, but she sadly found the room occupied by an unforgettable guest. The door of the room was open and Betsy got a glimpse of Marty putting her things away. She had a sudden urge to order the woman out of the bedroom but realized it was not her place to assign rooms. A shiver of doubt went through her tummy wondering if Phil had given Thomas' old room to the disgusting Marty.

That Saturday was probably the longest day of her life. Betsy sat on the beach watching Phil and volleyball crowd and she remembered drinking way too much. She was kind of down on Phil because her mind was so preoccupied with hopes of seeing Thomas again. It seemed the day would never end but it finally did with a big party in their beach house living room. Everyone sat around getting blasted; it was a combination of too much sun, too much booze and too much late night carousing.

The mood on Sunday was far more sedated. Everyone was hung over and Betsy was no different than the rest. She was filled with worry and anxiety thinking that she poured her heart out to a man who didn't want her. It was like any person who dearly loved someone but didn't know whether that person loved them back. Sunday brunch was the first meal of the day and Betsy found herself sitting with Penny at the kitchen table.

The two women chatted casually and Penny asked her about Marty. Penny wanted to know what happened last weekend. Betsy watched the girl's reaction when she told her about Marty's gangbang but Penny's face didn't show anything. Knowing the girl was very religious, Betsy assumed that Penny would never condemn anyone for sinning in such an immoral way.

Once afternoon arrived, the group was over their hangovers. They were ready for some more sun and volleyball and everyone moved down to the beach. Betsy got her usual spot off to one side of the setup courts and she again lapsed into a state of nervous anxiety.

In the middle of the afternoon, all of a sudden she saw him. Thomas was standing with a group of guys who had just finished a volleyball game and he looked marvelous. Betsy didn't want to show too much enthusiasm, but she just couldn't wait. She almost ran up to the group and when Thomas saw her, his face lit up. Suddenly he excused himself and took Betsy's hand leading her off to one side so they could be alone.

"I had to come. Sorry I didn't get here earlier... but I got held up. I can't stay this weekend... and I wanted you to know that," Thomas whispered.

Betsy stood holding his hands while he kept talking. "I have a big family gathering that I have to attend. It's on right now but I had to come here to tell you... so you wouldn't think I was ignoring you," he explained. "Last weekend... was the best of my life. You mean everything to me... and I didn't want you to worry that I wasn't going to see you again."

"It's okay. I wasn't worried. I was just sitting around with the rest of the guys... enjoying the sun and having a few beers," Betsy said feeling her face blush a brilliant red.

"I have to be in Boston... well, about two hours ago," he whispered with a chuckle. "But I had to see you. Here! This is my business card. Please call me Wednesday. I'll be in my new home then."

They exchanged a loving embrace and suddenly everything was all right. Betsy watched him run down the beach until he was out of sight, and then she returned to her chair. The remainder of the afternoon and evening was a complete blur, as all she could think about was Wednesday, a new beginning in her love-life.

Betsy was still in a heightened, emotional state later in the evening. She remembered thinking that nothing could stop her from dreaming about what was in store for the future. Thinking back on that night, Betsy realized that her boyfriend likely planned the whole evening. She was oblivious to the reality Phil plied her with booze, which made her let down her guard. Betsy was completely oblivious that Phil knew about her secret affair.

Close to midnight, Phil pestered her to join him for a little private party in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Reluctantly Betsy went with him just wanting to get the evening over with so she could go to bed. At the top of the stairs, Betsy halted when she realized Phil was heading towards the bedroom, which held great memories. There were strange moans and groans coming from the room she shared with Thomas the previous weekend and Betsy remembered thinking that the gangbang slut was at it again.

Suddenly Phil grabbed her arm and made her stand quietly outside the noisy room. The door to Marty's room was open, which Betsy found out later was done on purpose. She could still hear loud moans of a woman's distress and then Phil encouraged her to peek into the room. Not wanting to disobey, Betsy slowly poked her head around the corner and noticed plenty of action on Marty's bed.

Betsy was about to retreat when her boyfriend grabbed her arm with a viselike grip. It happened so fast that she didn't get a chance to get away from Phil. "Let's watch. I want to see Marty turn a little miss goodie-girl into her slave," he whispered.

Now years later, Betsy realized how naïve and stupid she was back then. She should have realized it was all a setup, but at the time she didn't. Her boyfriend pushed her into the room and up against the wall. They stood motionless and the combatants on the bed never paid any attention to the new onlookers.

Thankfully the room was relatively dark so Betsy didn't think she was in the spotlight. She stared at the furious action taking place a few feet away and noticed the naked body of Marty sitting on another woman's face. Marty had her knees around the woman's head and she locked her fingers into the struggling woman's hair. It appeared like Marty was suffocating the woman, as she pulled the woman's head up tightly into her crotch.

It had to be seen, to be believed. Marty was forcing a woman to eat her out and there was a man fucking the woman's brains out. The man was perpendicular to the women and he was holding the thrashing legs up in the air. He lay sideways to the woman and pounded his pecker in and out of her hole like a madman. Betsy remembered thinking that the woman must be hurting from being in such a precarious position.

Betsy never did know why she merely stood there. Surely, she reasoned now years later, it should have been possible to escape Phil's grasp. All of a sudden Marty was going through the throes of an explosive orgasm. Her body shook and vibrated and Betsy could clearly see she was having an enormous climax. The sound of the woman's tongue lapping Marty's leaking pussy sent shivers up Betsy's spine, as she watched the torrid sex scene.

Suddenly Marty's orgasm was over and she shifted her body down so that she was sitting on the woman's stomach. Marty grabbed the woman's legs from the man and held them high in the air, which kept her crotch fully exposed for the man. Betsy's eye's opened in awe when she noticed who it was. Penny, or the righteous Church-girl as the group called her, was laying spread out on the bed with her face covered with Marty's juices. Penny's eyes were open wide and she was staring straight up at the ceiling.

Betsy was afraid to move for fear of drawing attention to her and Phil. She ogled the demoralizing gangbang, which was taking place right in front of her, and stood still, flat against the wall. Then Betsy noticed Penny's bare breasts for the first time. She had always known the woman's tits were small and almost nonexistent but she never realized her nipples were so outstanding. They had to be an inch in size and obviously extremely sensitive by the way she moaned when Marty pinched them.

The memory suddenly got more detailed and far more vivid. Betsy could hear everything like it was yesterday. "Say it. Say it, slut. Tell mistress to let you cum," Marty hissed daring Penny to say something. "Do you like mistress playing with your glorious nipples? Slut... I can see you want it. Say it!"

Marty twirled the woman's nipples around, as if she was twisting them off a bottle. Then she put her face closer to Penny's and dared her again. "I know Stan is fucking your sweet cunt... and filling his slut with cum. Now mistress wants to hear her slave beg... beg for it," Marty whispered. Her voice sent shivers through Betsy even though Marty was speaking to someone else.

Suddenly Penny was talking but her voice was too soft to be heard across the room. "Louder! Say it louder... so my new slut can hear. Say it slut," Marty ordered.

It never dawned on Betsy at the time but Marty had plans. The sound of Penny's lost pleas were all that she was aware of. "Please... oh please let me cum. God mistress... my nipples... my pussy... oh, my God... I have to cum."

Marty pinched the swollen nipples and twisted them as hard as she could. "More!"

Penny couldn't stop but nothing she said was discernable. "Ooh... ooh. Oowie... ooh gawd... aah... gaaw, ooh, ooh. Oh no... oh no... yea... plea."

It was obvious that Marty was in control and Penny was willing to submit to anything she demanded. Marty whispered in Penny's ear, making the girl speak loud and clear. She pleaded and begged her mistress and Betsy couldn't believe Penny had given in. What Betsy did notice was a world-class orgasm.

Betsy didn't even notice what her boyfriend had been doing. She glanced to the side and saw Phil jerking off his hard cock. With her attention diverted at the least opportune time, it enabled Marty to put her devious plan in place. Betsy was petrified standing against the wall when the three naked bodies from the bed approached. "So my little slut likes watching. Did you like watching me turn Church-girl into a slut?"

Betsy was too stunned to say anything. Then she got the bright inspiration to run. She pushed away from the wall and was just about to make a getaway when Phil grabbed her arms. He stood behind her and pinned her arms behind her back.

Suddenly Marty was in her face. "I asked you a question! Did you like watching me turn Penny into a slut?" Then the woman took advantage of Betsy's captive stance. She wrapped the fingers of her left hand into her hair and jerked Betsy's head until their eyes locked.

Betsy knew enough to answer or things could get worse. "No... no, gawd no."

A sudden jerk of Marty's left hand and an extremely stern stare was enough to change Betsy's mind. There was a momentary pause. Then Betsy decided to tell the woman what she wanted to hear, assuming it was the best thing to do.

"Yea... yes. Yes! I watched... are you fucking happy?"

Marty was good at gaining control over submissive women. She had done it many times and certainly the episode with Penny was testament to her ability to become a mistress. Suddenly her right hand slipped under the bottom of Betsy's shirt and instantly closed over her left boob.

"I watched you the whole time. I saw the lust on your face. Only a slut would stand there and watch... watch Church-girl being punished."

"Oh gawd... I didn't mean to." Betsy tried to turn her head and look at Phil, but Marty held her hair with a secure hold.

Then Marty swiftly ripped Betsy's bra up so she could feel a bare breast. Her hand cupped Betsy's titty and squeezed hard enough to get a reaction.

Betsy struggled and tried to twist out of Phil's iron-grip. She got a brief hope of getting free, but suddenly Marty took control. She pinched the hardened nipple and rolled it around vigorously until Betsy stopped struggling.

Marty got more excited with each passing second. Her head filled with lustful illusions, watching the futile struggles of the gorgeous woman. "Phil tells me that you are the hottest woman around. That you love screwing... anything with a pulse," Marty whispered. "He knows. Phil knows you fucked around... screwed around with Thomas."

Betsy continued to squirm, but suddenly she comprehended the severity of the situation. If her boyfriend knew that she had sex with Thomas, he would certainly not help her now. Betsy realized that she was alone against Marty, but also Phil, who would be out for revenge. Marty would try to humiliate and degrade her enough so that she could gain control and Phil would help the woman. But Betsy vowed to be strong and fight the bitch to the end.

All of a sudden things took a turn for the worst. "Slut! Come here slut... and see if we can turn dear Betsy into our slave," Marty said to Penny. "Stan honey... and Phil... let's take our little slave to the bed. Then dear Betsy can show us that she's a real slut."

Suddenly everyone reached for her. Phil grabbed her under the armpits, someone grabbed one leg, someone grabbed the other, and then they all picked her up like a feather. In a split second, Betsy found herself spread-eagled on the bed with four sex-starved maniacs holding her captive. She twisted and struggled but Phil held her arms fully stretched, up above her head, and her legs were pinned to the mattress by Stan and Penny.

Marty was in her glory. She huddled beside the frightened woman and pretended to console Betsy. Marty lifted and supported Betsy's head and stared directly into her eyes. "You think you're too good for the rest of us... don't you? Well, miss prissy... we'll see how good you really are," Marty whispered in a most threatening tone. "Slut... Church-girl! Come here and show our little slave how you like sucking titties. But first... let's get the bitch naked."

Marty planned to make Betsy suffer. She was going to strip the woman, but it would be slow and tantalizing. Marty grabbed the bottom of Betsy's shirt and rolled it up to her neck, along with the lacy bra. She shifted slightly to the side and allowed Penny room to move over Betsy's chest. Penny hovered over the captive woman and suddenly the two stared into each other's eyes. Betsy was moved by the hesitant, pleading look on Penny's face and she felt like telling the girl that she understood.

Betsy remembered shaking her head when she realized what was about to happen. She glanced down at her exposed chest and noticed her boobs swaying seductively side to side with her ragged breathing. There was a hand, Marty's hand she realized, cupping her right titty and sort of squeezing it into a cone-shape. "Aren't they beautiful... the most succulent tits... ever! Go ahead Penny. Feel them. Put your hands on them and feel what real breast are like," Marty said.

It was now or never, Betsy decided. "Phil. Phil! For gawd sake... make her stop! Make the bitch stop... now!"

Betsy tried to turn her head upwards so she could see her boyfriend. "For gawd sake, Phil! Do something! Make her stop!"

There was no response from Phil except that he tightened his hold on her outstretched arms. When she tried again to reason with him, Betsy decided that a more subtle approach might work. "Oh, please. Phil... please help me. Oh, gawd you have to help me... pleeeeease!" Betsy hoped her pleas would make her boyfriend realize the error of what was happening but that didn't happen.

Suddenly her head was jerked so that she stared straight ahead at Penny. The girl's eyes pleaded for forgiveness but that didn't stop Penny from obeying her mistress. Betsy felt the girl's hands shaking when they caressed her breastbone and then slide slowly upwards. The hands quickly stopped vibrating when the fingers seized both dazzling nipples.

Betsy gave another valiant attempt to look at Phil, but Marty held her head steady, facing the front. She desperately wanted to lie perfectly still and show Marty that her humiliation was having no affect. Then her breathing got very uneven and her chest heaved displaying some of her lost control.

Marty decided it was time for further chastisement. "Now... let's take her clothes off. She likes showing off on the beach... wearing those skimpy outfits," she whispered. "Fuck honey... let's see what those horny bastards keep looking at."

Betsy felt so many hands on her torso that it was impossible to fight them off. Suddenly her top and bra were removed and tossed across the room, as if they were rags. She could feel Marty's hands even before they actually touched her body.

Betsy knew what was next. Her tummy quivered so violently that it was increasingly harder to breath. Then Marty's fingers unsnapped the waistband of her pants. Betsy couldn't breathe anymore. Suddenly Marty slowly undid the zipper in a most tantalizing fashion and purposely held the flaps open. Betsy's tummy heaved in and out so fast, making it hard to catch her breath when the woman's fingers brushed the edges of her panties.

Marty's fingers pinched the elastic band and pulled outward so she could look down the front. "My, my! That's about the nicest cunt... ever. I bet you like it being touched... caressed by a slut. I think you'll like it if Penny touches you... won't you?"

All of a sudden the hands returned. Stan along with the helping hands of Marty and Penny quickly stripped the rest of Betsy's clothes while Phil pinned her arms above her head. She remembered sobbing and letting out numerous whimpers when her pants were lowered. Then more sobs when her panties were stripped leaving her completely naked. Betsy tried kicking but her legs merely thrashed in midair before getting pinned on the bed again.

Things were getting more desperate and Betsy opened her mouth again to plead for mercy. Suddenly Marty rolled the lacy panties into a ball and shoved them into Betsy's open mouth. The woman laughed out loud and Betsy felt sick. "I know you want it. You're a slut... just like Church-girl. I could see that when you kept watching... the gangbang last weekend... and the one tonight," Marty whispered.

Betsy's eyes were open so wide they hurt. She stared straight up at the ceiling hoping it was all a bad dream. "Now it's time for you to see a real slut. Penny my love... you will witness lust like you've never seen before."

The dire prediction made Betsy cry. She desperately tried to spit the panties out but Marty held them security in her mouth. Suddenly her plight seemed so hopeless and Betsy wasn't sure if she had the strength to overcome Marty's drastic prophecy. Suddenly Marty blocked her view of the ceiling and the woman glared threateningly into Betsy's teary eyes. "Listen. Listen good slut... because I won't repeat myself. You're going to cream... cum in Penny's mouth and show her that you are a real slut."

Marty spread out on the bed. She was sideways to Betsy, leaning over her chest. Marty put her right arm on the bed and held herself up so she could keep her face right in front of the woman's startled eyes. Her left hand continued to hold the panty gag in Betsy's mouth and everyone heard the whimpers of despair coming from the captive.

Betsy couldn't see past the shield of Marty's body but suddenly she felt a feather, or it felt like one. Then she realized it was Penny's tongue. The girl licked her entire pelvis and then she licked the inside of her thighs. Penny was spurred onward by the wonderful smell and the sweetest taste. Her tongue lashed out and grazed the tip of Betsy's slit. The legs were tightly closed, but it still left a small, upper portion of Betsy's pussy exposed. Penny could barely touch the hidden clit, but she couldn't resist flicking her tongue between the puffy labia.

Betsy desperately held her legs together. Stan had long ago stopped holding her down and he was standing off to one side merrily fisting his prick. Phil refused to let go of her arms, but he did relax his grip so it was not as restrictive for his girlfriend. Penny crouched beside Betsy's outstretched legs trying her best to perform magic, which would please her mistress.

Penny had no idea what her mistress was doing, but Betsy knew. "Spread your legs... open them so slut Penny can taste your cunt. If you don't open them this instant... I'll kick the living shit out of you. And then feed your beaten ass to every fucking guy in this house," Marty said with her voice steady and mean. "That's it slut... spread those lovely legs... show me what a slut you are."

It was the most devastating moment in her life up to that point. Betsy never understood how her legs parted but she certainly understood the repercussions. Her feet were only about a foot apart, but that was enough for Penny. She flipped over one leg and pounced down between the shapely thighs. Then her hands pushed outward on the legs and suddenly she could see it all.

Penny's fingers went to the pink, swollen lips and pried them part to reveal utopia. It took a few moments before Penny was able to move, but then she swooped in to put her lips over the upper portion of Betsy's slit. She tenderly forced her tongue between the pearly lips and found the secret control button. Penny opened her mouth wide and sucked the entire clitoris into her burning mouth.

Betsy arched her back but there was no escaping the hungry jaws. "Feel it... feel Penny's mouth. There is no one better at eating pussy than Penny. The girl sucked me inside out when she ate me. What's it feel like... slut!"

Betsy was more determined than ever. She used every ounce of willpower to stave off any desire or lust. Her pretty face twisted and lines of worry appeared, which made Marty extremely pleased. Saliva ran out the corners of her mouth, as Betsy tried hard to keep breathing with the gag still in her mouth. "Fight it. Go ahead... fight all you want. We aren't going anywhere until you do it," Marty whispered.

The woman's burning breath made Betsy's face turn beat red. Betsy grit her teeth on the soaked panties, fighting with all of her strength and resolve. Suddenly Marty dropped down, pulling the gag out. She lay on top of Betsy's chest and kissed her on the lips. At first the lips remained closed tightly but that reversed in a heartbeat. Marty's teeth curled around Betsy's bottom lip and then she bit hard. It was the kiss from Hell. Betsy was positive she tasted blood and her mouth opened, as if to protest.

Then the demanding Marty grabbed a handful of hair and twisted hard. She aimed Betsy's head in her direction and forced her tongue into the waiting mouth. Marty had to search for the tongue, but she found it hiding in the bottom of Betsy's mouth. The timid tongue came up to fight off the forceful approach, but then the sharp teeth closed on it too.

Tears filled Betsy's eyes, as she felt helpless against such a powerful woman. All of a sudden Betsy felt more teeth. Penny had the tiny clit between her ivories and she nibbled on the puffy bud. Betsy's hips jerked, as she reacted to the sharp caresses, but that only encouraged the determined Penny.

All of a sudden she experienced the strangest feelings of her life. Everything happened at the same time. Betsy realized her arms were free, but still they remained above her head, thrashing wildly. The kiss consumed her soul like no other; the teeth nibbled nonstop on her sensitive clitoris, and then a long, slender finger filled her steaming hole. Betsy knew her hips were bouncing up and down in perfect rhythm with the finger fucking but she couldn't do anything about it.

Betsy never considered her collapse as surrender. It was merely the evolution of a sexual encounter and she willingly let her juices flow freely into the hungry mouth. Penny was a pro and her tongue and teeth worked feverishly in harmony to consume Betsy's lust. She tasted the cream and sucked even harder, knowing what it would do to Betsy's resolve.

There was the briefest moment when Betsy rode the crest, teetering high in the air. Then the dam broke and the orgasm flooded her good judgment. Her body belonged to the devil and Betsy let the climax overwhelm all of her emotions.

***

Oh, gawd, what a night, Betsy thought as she remembered that night with Marty. It didn't require any encouragement for the men to act. Betsy vividly remembered having the feeling of total helplessness. She felt the overpowering urge to let Marty retain control and sensed that the woman merely tolerated Phil and Stan when they had intercourse with her slave. Marty held Betsy the whole time, as first Phil, and then Stan ravaged her beaten body.

Betsy remembered thinking at the time that it would be Phil's last stand. Their relationship was over. She submitted to the sexual encounter and tried to let her mind go off into some blank space. Betsy was thankful for Marty's tender caresses and it made the disgusting sex go by much easier. As soon as Phil emptied his load, Stan mounted her. Again Betsy merely closed her eyes and let it happen. She felt Stan's momentum build quickly and it was over in a flash.

Thinking back on the worst night of her life, Betsy wondered if the drastic episode left any permanent scares. Just when Betsy thought it was over, Marty had something else to prove. The woman yearned to display her ultimate control over the sexiest woman and her outburst took Betsy by surprise. Marty ordered her to eat her out. "Do it. Lick my pussy... make me cum all over your slut tongue," she whispered in Betsy's ear. "Eat me... or else!"

Betsy heard the dire remark but she didn't react fast enough. All of a sudden Marty grabbed her by the hair and sat her up straight. Then she slapped Betsy so hard across the face that it snapped her head to the side. Betsy was stunned. Suddenly her head was rotated to the front and she stared into the dark, paralyzing eyes. "Get between my legs... now! Lick my pussy," Marty hissed. "Get on your hands and knees so you can put your sexy ass in the air... so Penny can fuck it."

It took about five seconds for the controlling woman to get the slave on her hands and knees. Marty yanked on Betsy's hair and she guided the whimpering woman between her legs. Betsy's cheek was on fire. The slap had robbed any measure of dignity still left in her and Betsy felt her face shoved into the woman's wetness. The hair on her head hurt so bad that Betsy was afraid to struggle for fear Marty would pull harder.

Suddenly Betsy didn't want to think about that night any longer. The group stayed in Marty's bedroom the whole night and it was Betsy's biggest nightmare. She refused to recall how many times she was molested and forced to have sex. It was a chapter that wasn't pleasant but one that had to be included in her life story. She remembered falling asleep in the middle of the night but being awaken by Phil and Stan. The nightmare continued until she finally fell asleep in complete exhaustion.

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Betsy woke up with the heat and sun filling the enclosed bedroom. Phil and Marty were already up but the other three lay strewn on top of the messy bed. Betsy had a sheet covering her nudity but the other two had nothing. Her head hurt; her eyes burned so bad it was hard to keep them open, and she was famished. She heard the shower running and assumed one of the missing villains was in there.

A sudden tremor shot through her head with the recollection of what Phil told her during the night. Betsy was going to try and recall when that was but suddenly realized it really didn't matter. Phil told her that he knew about Thomas, as the house had many ears and eyes. He informed her that he wanted one last fling before setting her free. He merely told her it was a nice ride while it lasted but he realized their relationship was over.

Of course that happened in the middle of the night. Then Betsy remembered when Phil jumped her bones for one last ride and how the rest took liberties. She shivered with the memory. Suddenly Betsy needed to end her relationship with Phil and end the life chapter and her recollection returned to Marty's bedroom.

Abruptly Betsy jumped out of bed. She passed Phil coming out of the bathroom wearing a towel and they just said good morning. Betsy had a quick shower and then she had to get out of the place. Dressed in a t-shirt, panties, and shorts, and with a little money, she was gone. She found a little restaurant several blocks away and just sat there eating and musing. How did it all happen? Was I to blame? Betsy kept wondering what went wrong?

When she got back to the house, everyone was already down at the beach. Since it was the last day of what was considered summer holidays, everyone wanted to push it to the limit. Betsy contemplated calling someone to come out and pick her up, but she decided to accept Phil's offer for a ride home. It meant spending the entire afternoon at the beach but it was her only option unless she could catch a ride with someone else.

Betsy headed for the beach wanting to catch up on some needed zees. She napped but her daydreaming was soon interrupted when Penny and Flipper decided to join her. Penny put her towel down next to Betsy's chair and immediately started rubbing lotion on herself. Betsy offered to do her back and the two women huddled closer.

All of a sudden Betsy noticed that Penny was not smiling. The same smile Penny always had was gone and she appeared troubled. Betsy took special care in massaging the girl's back and shoulders, trying to show her that she cared. "It's okay... everything's okay."

Penny couldn't look at the adorable woman. "I'm sorry... so sorry. She made me do it... and I didn't want to," she whispered. Suddenly Penny realized her mistake. "No! Well, I did... really wanted to touch you, but not like that."
Betsy realized that Penny was sincere and that she was merely following orders last night. She shuddered thinking of what happened during the night and how she reacted to everything Penny did.

Suddenly her train of thought was interrupted by Marty. The woman abruptly appeared with three strangers and the grin on her face sent shivers through Betsy and Penny. "Love! Penny... I have some guys that would like to meet you. We're heading to the house... please join us."

The woman's statements sounded more like orders than anything else. Marty motioned towards the three men waiting off to one side and she gave the girl no choice. "Here... let me get your towel. Now... let's go!"

Penny stood up, grabbing her beach bag to leave. Her head went from side to side looking at Betsy and Marty and her expression conveyed the hopelessness of the situation. Betsy felt sorry for the girl but she was not about to help Penny out in any way. She had already decided to not have anything else to do with the conniving Marty.

Just before Marty turned to leave, she squatted next to Betsy's chair. She rested her forearm on the chair and stared straight into Betsy's bewildered eyes. "You can come... join us. Since you like to watch... you can get nice and close this time," Marty whispered.

The sarcasm was thick when Betsy responded. "No, thanks. I'll pass."

"Your mouth says not but your nipples say yes."

Betsy stared into the woman's eyes almost daring her to do something. Then Marty did and Betsy almost fainted. Marty's fingers reached out and brushed across the ends of both boobs. Betsy had thrown out the challenge but suddenly she was too dumbfounded to move when the woman accepted. Marty's fingers lightly caressed her nipples and Betsy just sat still and it quickly turned into a cat and mouse game.

"Penny will suck those luscious nipples."

"No. I don't think so."

"I've never seen anyone cum like you did last night..."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Yes, it was fantastic. But you'll be doing Penny a favor if you join us."

"Not today. I'm heading home right away."

"Too bad! When I told the guys how you like to watch... watch a gangbang, they were totally aroused."

"Well, I don't really like watching such awful scenes."

"Honest! But you should have seen yourself last night... fucking amazing the way you came when Penny ate you."

"Please... no more."

Suddenly Marty pinched both nipples and rolled them around. She didn't care who was looking. "That's more like it... begging like you did last night. I can't remember getting more excited when I heard you beg for it... just like a real slut."

Betsy was speechless. Marty gave her nipples a twist and then she let them go. The woman looked like a snake ready to pounce on a little mouse. "I don't have time for this now... but you know! You know I can make you do anything? Make you act like a slut... don't you?"

Betsy didn't know what to say. She was steadfast in not submitting again to the bitch, but Marty's threats sent shivers through her body. Suddenly Betsy wondered what she would do if Marty pulled her out of the chair and ordered her to come? What if Marty ordered her to join the crowd in the house? Did she have enough courage to resist the woman?

All of a sudden Marty stood and departed. She quickly joined her group and they all headed for the house. Betsy noticed how Penny was surrounded by Marty on one side and a stranger on the other. Marty had her arm around Penny's shoulders in an effort to console the girl, but it was the man who drew Betsy's stare. His right hand was on Penny's back and suddenly shifted downwards and directly onto the girl's butt. Betsy noticed how he squeezed and felt Penny's ass and there was no retaliation of any kind.

Betsy almost jumped out of her skin. Unexpectedly Phil was beside her and he poked her in the side to get her attention. He said to relax and enjoy what was left of the long weekend. Luckily for Betsy, Phil decided to leave his volleyball buddies so he could drive her home. She desperately wanted to make a fast getaway even though it meant the end of summer. Betsy felt pangs of sadness thinking of no longer spending time at Phil's wonderful beach house.

The trip was silent for the first few miles, but then they started a light conversation. Nothing was said about ending the love affair but both knew it was over. Suddenly Betsy sat up on the spare bed she was using for reminiscing. The life story was evolving and another chapter came to a close. A chapter that taught her many life lessons so it was not all bad.

THE END
I will continue Betsy's weekend in another chapter. I promised her that I would write about her first 39 years and then we can fantasize about the future. I hope readers don't find this type of flashback too confusing but I wanted Betsy to think about all the things that happened in her life before turning 40. Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest.

Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take the time to write.

Danielle part 2.

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You walk up the steps of the Bellevue Syrene hotel, at the top there’s a sweet man that grins and opens the door for you. “Grazie” you say as you walk into the large open lobby. Searching a crossed the room you spot the front desk and make your way over to it.

“Ciao, come posso aiutarti?” The lady at the desk asks. You stumble for a moment as your Italian isn’t the greatest, and simply reply with “Signore Moretti’s room please”.

She reaches out and hands you a card, “Ecco la tua carta 328.”

“Thank you!” You turn and start walking towards the elevator. The doors slide open for you and you step inside, turn and press 3-2-8. As the elevator comes to a stop, you step out of it and walk down the hallway to room 328. There it is, a tall red door with gold numbers on it. You take

Dear Diary Ch. 06

Nikkie on Sex Stories

Having finished writing, I was eager to refresh my still wonderful memories of the first encounter I had ever had with a woman. She was the one who showed me how beautiful it can be to touch a body much like my own, yet completely different. She was the one I still thought of frequently, wondering whatever happened to her.

 

I flipped back almost to the beginning of my diary. MBOJFKAX – May 1986 was what I was looking for.

 

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ss="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">PERMINDA – May 1986

 

Bumming around and living out of a suitcase, or a backpack as the case may be is a very tiresome business. At the very least it’s dangerous and full of uncertainty. I have been on the road for less than six months and have indulged in so many vices and luxuries that I have ran out of money already. Too proud to ask my parents for some money, certain that if I did they would only have sent me a one-way plane ticket, destination US, I have started looking for some sort of a job.

 

As luck would have it, I walked into the “Red Lion” Pub in Wormley, a small town in Hertfordshire, and seeing the “HELP NEEDED” sign, I inquired after the employment and was hired on the spot. After a day of crash course in pulling pints and mixing drinks, I ended up behind the bar and had remained here for almost three months now.

 

I had proven myself to be reliable and pretty good with customers and have landed the big money making shifts, mainly Friday and Saturday nights, when pubs are absolutely chock-a-block with people eating and drinking.

 

I have even managed to make a few acquaintances and on some nights after the pub closes, I go out to a club, dancing my head off and drinking myself into a stupor. The years of serious study are waiting patiently for me and I had decided that I would spend the next few months partying as much as I could, meeting different people and enjoying myself to the max.

 

I have been very careful not to mess around with anyone, as this is the last thing on my mind right now. Bad experience with Duke and another one with a guy called Tony had made me believe that maybe I should wait. Plenty of time for sex, yet.

 

But, never say never, as the saying goes, I proved myself totally wrong the minute I decided not to keep my hopes up in the sex department.

 

Two evenings ago, just as the manager was ringing the last call, a group of girls that I had befriended walked in, shouting hellos and waving wildly. “Hey, Nik!” yelled Maureen, a tall redhead with a horsy face who was always the light of the party. “We came to take you with us, Nik! We’re going to Lancaster’s.”

 

I didn’t feel much like clubbing on that particular night. I was very tired and had hoped for some peaceful rest for a change. Just as I was about to say no, I saw another girl in their midst, one I have never seen and who had caught my eye immediately.

 

She was a short and slim East Indian girl with thick black hair, hanging in a ponytail down to her mid back. Despite the general happiness and silliness with which the rest of the girls were carrying on, she was somewhat somber and quiet. She was so small that she might have easily been missed in the crowd. Until, that is, one looked into her face. Big, dark brown eyes and thick black eyebrows, giving her the look of seriousness and beauty. She wasn’t laughing out loud, but the smile never left her pretty face.

 

“All right, I just have to finish here.” I changed my mind, not quite knowing why. With hardly any experience in heart matters, I felt an instant attraction to the girl.

 

“It’s the last call, girls.” I tried to over shout the patrons of the pub. “You’d better decide quickly.”

 

“Five lager shandies, Nik!” yelled Amy, equally struggling to be heard.

 

“No,” said the beautiful girl, who by now had sat on the bar stool directly in front of me. “I’ll take one with no shandy, thank you.”  

 

I pulled the pints and placed the requested one in front of the girl who held my interest. “Are you with that lot?” I asked smiling.

 

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah.” We both giggled and I felt a warm feeling inside my body. A shiver went up my spine, and my heart seemed to have sped up a little. I tried hard to make myself believe that it was just her beauty that I admired, just the aesthetic look, nothing more.

 

“I’m Paddy, by the way.” She extended her hand, shaking mine with a firm, warm grip.

 

“I’m Nikkie.” I said. “Wait! Paddy?” she nodded. “I thought that was a guy’s name.” I asked confused.

 

“Well, it’s Perminda, really. But nobody here seems to have enough wits to remember it properly, so they call me Paddy.” She explained in a thick cockney accent.

 

Perminda – a name just as beautiful as the girl whom it belonged. It rolled softly on my tongue and I made a mental note not to forget it.

 

“Well, I’ll remember it.” I said and noticed her watching me carefully, as if looking for a sign of mockery.  

 

Half an hour later, the bar cleaned up and the doors safely locked, I found the five girls waiting for me in the parking lot at the front. “We’re taking a taxi, Nikkie.” Said Maureen. I was fine with that; I didn’t want to worry about who was too drunk to drive and whether I’ll make it back alive and in one piece. By the look of it, they have all had enough to drink already.

 

When we arrived at the Lancaster’s I was grateful for the opportunity to relax and have a drink myself. The girls were chatting constantly, discussing their private lives of which I didn’t know much about, as we were not true friends, we just hung out together sometimes. Like me, I noticed Perminda did not engage in conversation much. She sort of swayed in her seat in synchronicity with the rhythm, but refused to go out into the dance floor, just like me.  

 

From time to time I would catch her looking at me intently and each time she would give me a smile and look away, sipping on her drink. Pretty soon, everybody seemed to be seriously drunk, including me.

 

The fatigue that I felt when still working had crept back and all of a sudden I felt too tired to be bothered with loud music and friendliness. I decided I would head for my little room above the pub where I worked and get the rest my body needed.

 

As I got up, finishing my drink, Amy grabbed me by the arm. “Finally decided to dance, have you?”

 

“No, no.” I smiled and looked at Perminda. “I’m going home, I’m tired.”

 

“Aw…” Amy and Penny whined in a chorus. “It’s early.”

 

I was adamant. Tired enough to have difficulty in keeping my eyes open, nothing could have persuaded me otherwise.

 

“Hold on.” said Perminda. “I just have to go to the loo and then we can share a taxi.”

 

Before I could say anything she jumped up and walked away. Amy giggled and nudged me under the ribs, whispering in my ears. “You know she’s a lezzie, right?”

 

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Oh, Amy, really!”

 

“She is!” continued Amy. “And Maureen has been trying to get into her pants for ages. Just for fun.” She giggled again. “No luck, though.” With that, she walked away. My heart skipped a beat. Was that really what I wanted? And if so, how would I approach her? I had absolutely no experience, especially with girls.

 

A minute later, Perminda was standing next to me, holding both of our jackets, motioning me to follow. We found a row of taxis waiting in front of the club, happy to escape the long wait in the chilly drizzle.

 

“Where are you going?” I asked Perminda as the taxi pulled off and headed towards Wormley.

 

“I could take a train to London, that’s where I live.” She said, and I nodded.   “Or,” she looked at me, “I could crash at your place, as I’m in no state to travel at this time of night.”

 

I felt a sickening feeling of discomfort, yet again I simply nodded. The question of me having guests in my room never arouse with my landlord and the pub’s manager as had never had any. I hoped everybody was asleep and we wouldn’t be spotted sneaking in.

 

“Oh God,” said Perminda when we entered my room and she plopped on the bed. “I’m knackered.”

 

“Yeah, me too.” I agreed. Fatigue was getting the better of me and I believed that I would be asleep the instant my head hit the pillow. “I need to take a shower, though.” I said and Perminda cringed. “I hate the smell of cigarettes in my hair, it drives me absolutely berserk.”

 

As I was reaching for my pajamas in the drawer, I looked into the mirror above the cabinet and saw she was taking her clothes off. I staggered into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, trying to exorcise some of the alcohol and clear my head. My hair smelling of wild berries and my skin of freshly scented, I turned off the light in a small bathroom expecting Perminda to be fast asleep.

 

It was a pleasant surprise to find her sitting in bed, browsing through one of my books. When she saw me enter, she put it away and slid deeper into bed.

 

“I’m afraid it’s a bit tight.” I said, motioning to a twin bed, which was not meant for two people.

 

“It’s alright, I don’t mind.” She said and flipped the cover to make space for me. The sight of her small but muscular, completely naked body lying between my sheets, had taken me aback for a second. I stood still, not knowing what to do.

 

“I thought that was what you wanted.” She said, looking at me seductively.

 

She was right, somewhere in the back of my mind I did want it to happen, but now faced with it, I was lost. She had loosened her hair, which now her shoulders and breasts, making her look like a beauty from an old black-and-white movie.

 

Where I gathered the courage to slowly take my pajamas off before crawling into bed, I will never know, but that is exactly what I did. She scooted over a bit, giving me more space and as I lay next to her, she covered me carefully, hugging me with one arm and pressing her soft skin against mine.

 

I laid like that, Perminda next to me, supporting herself on the elbow, looking into my eyes. “You’ve never been with a woman?” she asked and I shook my head, as I was afraid I couldn’t utter a word without croaking like a bird.

 

She smiled warmly and lowered her face towards mine, her lips almost touching mine, but not quite. I could feel her breath on my face, both of us looking at each other. The moment was very arousing; I could feel a tingle in my belly.

 

Perminda put her hand on my hair and caressed it gently, kicking the cover off us, her face still hovering over mine. “I want to see you.” She said, as we lay naked and uncovered, our bodies hot with desire.

 

As she finally pressed her lips on mine, a moan escaped me. It seemed like I had been waiting for that moment forever. She tasted fresh, despite all the alcohol she had drunk. Her kiss was gentle, her hand combing through my hair, her lips enveloping mine.

 

“Are you sure about this?” she asked when she broke the kiss and before she finished the question I replied with a ‘yes’. At that particular moment I wanted it more than anything else in the world.  

 

Her face almost touching mine, I felt her hand slide off my hair and down my shoulders, cupping my breast, squeezing it gently and rubbing the nipple, giving it a slight pinch. I was very aware of every move she made, each one the lightest touch on my skin only to turn into a powerful squeeze. She had more strength than her small body would make one believe.

 

Her lips leaving mine, she slowly kissed her way down my neck, pausing on each nipple, sucking it softly, her eyes holding mine in a steady gaze. Her hand continued down   my belly, touching it so softly it made me shiver in discomfort, which seemed to amuse Perminda and she giggled. Her fingers continued over my Venus mound, down one thigh to the knee and then back up, only to give the same attention to the other one.

 

I had spread my legs slightly, inviting her to reach between them and feel the wetness of my swollen pussy, but she seemed to ignore it. Now, she covered my belly with her kisses, slipping the tongue inside my belly button, continuing down the thighs, following the same path her fingers had taken just seconds ago.

 

With a very poor experience in sex I had never been teased like that before and I was almost certain that were she to touch my clit, using fingers or tongue, I would cum instantly, my body was that turned on. The only person who had ever brought me to an orgasm was myself and the odd feeling of someone else’s power over it was ecstatic, yet freaky.

 

I couldn’t stand the teasing anymore and I sat up, pushing her off me and onto the bed, so that now she was lying in front of me. Her body was small, yet muscular, she must have been working out. Her small breasts were firm and the olive toned skin soft beyond any I have touched before.

 

For a moment I knelt beside her, perfectly still, enjoying the beautiful sight. She could easily have put on a bikini at any time during the year and proudly walked around without sucking her belly in or pushing her breasts out.

 

“What’s the matter?” she asked when I haven’t moved for a while.

 

I shook my head and smiled. “Nothing, I just want to look at you. I want to remember your body, just like I’ll remember your name forever.” I said and we giggled at the private joke.

 

I put the palm of my hand flat on her stomach, covering the belly button and my touch was just as arousing to me as hers was before. I rubbed her belly in gentle, circling motions and was pleased to see her close her eyes and moan softly. I must have been doing something right.

 

I ran my hand up her body and for the first time in my life, I touched a woman’s breast, the feeling familiar, yet strange. I squeezed it gently and leaned over, licking on the nipple as if it was a blob of whipped cream, sucking into it like a little babe.

 

At the same time I felt Perminda lift her butt off the bed, inviting me to reach between her legs, exactly like I wanted her to do to me before. My willpower was not as strong as hers; I couldn’t tease her or myself like she did. Still sucking onto her nipple, the free hand slid down her belly and over the mound, covered in carefully shaved design, leaving most of it bare, but for a small triangle of soft black hair.  

 

I spread my fingers into a V, two and two together, massaging her pussy lips, careful not to touch the clit. If she teased me, she must like it on herself, too, I thought and was glad to hear her soft moan of protest. I rubbed her lips gently at first, increasing the pace slowly, still sucking onto her nipples.

 

My own pussy swollen and wet prevented me to keep my legs together and I had to spread my knees or it would have become uncomfortable. All I wanted to do was to taste her, touch her clitty with my tongue, and suck onto it in a way that I had been touched before, only it was by a man. I believed I could do a job just as well if not better. I knew exactly what a woman wanted, at least what my preferences were. Gentle licking replaced by a powerful sucking, and yet, not trying to bite the little thing off. Rough sex feels good, but the clitty always appreciates tenderness rather than brutality.

 

Finally, I pushed her legs apart and knelt in between, awarded with a splendid look at her cherry red pussy, which was a deep contrast to her otherwise olive complexion. The sight was absolutely intoxicating. I heard Perminda gasp and she shot her ass up again, another invitation to do what I wanted to so much.

 

I placed my index fingers onto her pussy lips and spread them up even more, the clitty now completely exposed, deep red mound offered to me by a beautiful girl. I lowered my face towards it and for the first time in my life caught a whiff of a clean pussy. When I gently touched it with my tongue, as if only to taste it, she thrashed wildly and almost hit me in the face with her pussy.

 

She grabbed my hair roughly and pulled me onto her, indicating that I should not stop now. I licked and sucked, tasting her tarty but sweet juices, feeling her pelvis sway in the rhythm with my tongue. She moaned and so did I, one of my hands sliding onto my own pussy, massaging it softly, just as it did Perminda’s a few minutes before.

 

I must have stayed there good twenty minutes; the uncomfortable position of kneeling between her legs caused my back to hurt and feet go numb. I didn’t want to stop, but I felt that if I didn’t I was going to give myself a cramp. Just as I was about to change positions, she grabbed onto my hair again, pulling my face free of her pussy.

 

“I’m so close, Nik. So close…” she motioned me to straighten up and I did so, grateful to be able to prevent an embarrassing situation taking place.

 

She grabbed the hand that had been between my legs just moments before and pushed my middle and ring fingers deep into her mouth. She sucked on them, making sure they were completely wet with her saliva. Then she grabbed my hand with both of hers and bent the two wet fingers, extending the ones on each side.

 

“Put them in, just like that.” She whispered and I didn’t need to be told twice. I pushed gently, keeping the other hand on her clit, gently circling. Perminda half sat up, grabbing my arm and ramming my fingers in as deep as they would go. She obviously liked it hard and I obliged.

 

I rubbed against the small rough spot just above the entrance of her pussy, knowing that would make her cum. “Harder, Nik!” she gasped and fucked my fingers. “Oh God, oh God…” she yelled. “I’m so close…”

 

I continued pushing and rubbing inside her pussy, lifting her ass off the bed with my two fingers, afraid that I might hurt her, but judging by her reaction, I was doing quite the opposite. I can’t really tell how erotic this scene would be to a bystander. The gentility of lovemaking was gone, only to be replaced by rough masturbation of this slight woman, which she obviously enjoyed immensely.

 

“Oh, yeah…” she gasped and half sat up. “All the way in, all the way…”

 

I finger fucked her as hard as I could, feeling sweat beads gathering on my forehead, despite the coldness of the room.

 

Suddenly, she pushed hard with her feet against the bed, lifting her pelvis high in the air, her pussy muscles clamping onto my fingers tight, desperate gasps of pleasure mixed with moans and groans. I kept pumping my fingers in and out, this time however, softly, as if to pacify her thrashing body, not quite willing to leave the warm and soft pussy yet. She was cumming all over my fingers, her body swaying gently now, as if moved by a soft breeze. Her orgasm was much longer than any of mine had ever been and I jealously tapped her clitty.

 

She lay in front of me, her legs spread wide, knees now resting on the bed, gasping for air and rubbing her own breasts. “Fuck, that was good.” she said and smiled.

 

“Come here,” she said and this time put her own middle and ring fingers inside her mouth, coating them with her spit, pushing the pillows off the bed so that her head was flat on the sheet. “Sit over me.” she commanded and I did as I was told.

 

As soon as my pussy was over her face she clamped her lips onto my clit without any foreplay, pushing two of her fingers deep inside of me. Having just made her cum and seeing her pleasure was arousal enough. I was ready for anything.  

 

The spot that she was paying all her attention to seemed to become the center of my conscious universe. Nothing else mattered, nothing else was real. The realization that I am about to cum with someone else’s fingers inside my pussy, not my own made the whole thing even more arousing.

 

Unlike me, it had taken Perminda bare few minutes and the spot inside my pussy began tingling, seemingly spreading, reaching down my legs, causing them to wobble dangerously, above my waist, over the breasts and into my head, making my head spin. I yelped, trying not to make a sound loud enough to be heard by anyone in the house. Fat chance of that, I think. The walls seem to be made of paper.

 

I shivered and moved my pussy on her mouth even after her fingers slid out of it and she continued to suck. The feeling of exhilaration gone, it was replaced by an unpleasantness as my clit had become oversensitive to stimulation and I tried to stop her, lifting my knee of the bed in order to get off her face. She wouldn’t let me though. She grabbed my hips and pulled them down roughly, placing my pussy back onto her mouth.

 

“This doesn’t feel good now…” I gasped, holding onto the headboard, trying hard not to fall down on her face.

 

“Just wait a moment.” She paused sucking for a moment. “You’ll see.”

 

The smacking sound of her lips and tongue against my clit resumed and I was amazed at how right she was. Unpleasantness soon turned into a feeling of pleasure and within another minute, my clit exploded in the same volcano of enjoyment as my pussy had before.

 

“Oh Paddy,” I gasped, conscious of the verbal muck up. I simply could not think straight. “Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes…”

 

Still, she didn’t let me go. One more orgasm later, each seemingly stronger than the previous one, I finally managed to pull myself off her and plop heavily on the bed next to her.

 

“You’re amazing!” I said, barely able to catch my breath.

 

“I know.” She said without any modesty and giggled. I wasn’t in the mood for giggles; my mind was still orgasming even if my body had stopped.

 

I believe that a few seconds later I was fast asleep, and so was Perminda. The night full of passion and pleasure will be something I will remember forever.

 

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I smiled to myself. I still remembered everything exactly as it had happened. I had met with Perminda a few times after that, always in London, usually for nothing else but a roll between the sheets. She had taught me so much of my own body as well as hers.

 

I wondered whatever happened to her. I wouldn’t have minded another crazy night with her. Or any time of the day, for that matter.

Relinquishing Control

English Gentleman on Sex Stories

She had often told him how the idea of being submissive turned her on, how she longed for a man to take control of her, to do with her as he desired. So tonight he thought he’d give her the fantasy she longed for.

She entered the house late to find all the lights out. In the dark she heard his voice.

“Stay where you are and take of your coat.”

She did as she was commanded, thrilled by the power in his voice. She felt him near as he slipped a scarf over her eyes, blindfolding her, and another in her mouth so she couldn’t speak. Then, with her hands held behind her back she was forced up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Standing her in front of their large four-poster bed he took one arm at a time, binding h
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er wrists and tying her to each post at the end of the bed so that her arms were spread apart. Then she felt his hands on her blouse, pulling the buttons apart and revealing her chest, before roughly tearing the top off her. She felt his fingers unfasten the clasp of her bra and that too was torn off, exposing her breasts. There she stood, arms held apart, her naked chest heaving as the feeling of being at his mercy turned her on.

Now his hands reached down to her skirt, pulling it down before he slipped his fingers inside her underwear, feeling how turned on she was and teasing her with his touch. Her knickers were removed and there she stood in only her heels. His hands reached between her legs, forcing them apart, and she felt rope around each ankle, which was tied to the base of each bedpost, holding her legs apart. Now she felt exposed and helpless. Blindfolded, gagged and naked with her legs forced apart she wanted some control back. She tried to make this clear to him, but all she could do was mumble with the gag still in her mouth.

His hands reached round to her breasts and his fingers closed on her nipples, massaging them until they were erect. He then moved slowly down her naked body. She gasped as he returned one hand between her legs and fucked her roughly with his fingers, sliding them deep inside her. He was obviously enjoying himself but she was feeling more vulnerable from this violent treatment. She relaxed as she felt the ropes holding her hands being untied from the bedposts and imagined that she was being freed. But instead of being released she was pulled forwards and her hands were retied to the opposite bed posts, forcing her to bend over with her exposed arse in the air. Again she felt his hands between her legs as he tied a rope around the top of each thigh and attached it to each bedpost. Then another rope was tied around her waist to higher up each post, holding her up. Now she was completely immobile. The ropes held her legs apart and also prevented her from moving backwards or forward, up or down.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork and her pretty little arse held securely in front of him. In this position, they both knew he could do what he liked to her.

“First,” he said, “I’m going to tease you,” as she hear a buzzing behind her and recognised it as the sound of the vibrator she thought she had hidden from him. He slid it up her thighs and to her crotch, touching her with it as she strained towards it, asking to feel it inside her. He eventually did as she wanted, and enjoyed watching here getting more turned on and hearing her moans becoming louder.

Suddenly he stopped and reached behind him for a bottle of baby oil. He held it over her and let it drip slowly onto her arse. He watched it run between her cheeks and over her crotch, mixing with her own juices now running down between her legs.

“Do you know what,” he said, stepping back to admire her glistening thighs and buttocks,

“You’ve been a bad girl for not telling me about your ‘toy’. Only dirty girls use vibrators, and dirty girls also get fucked up the arse.”

She was shocked by his coarseness. Oh God, she thought. In this position he can do anything. He dropped his trousers and stood behind her, teasing her with his erect cock, touching her crotch with it and sliding it up the crease between her buttocks. She was making more noise now, shaking her head and trying to break free of her ties. But she couldn’t move as he roughly forced her buttocks apart and placed his cock near her arse hole. She was panicking now, struggling to move, but the ropes around her thighs held her tight.

“Do you want to be fucked?” he asked

She shook her head and mumbled.

“So you’ll do anything I say if I promise not to slide my cock up your arse?”

She nodded her head this time and sighed with relief. However, mixed with relief and fear was the feeling of becoming more turned on. Secretly she loved this dirty talk and dominance.

He moved away from her and took hold of a large dildo, another one of her ‘secret’ toys. Walking round to her face he removed the gag.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” she cried, tears of lust and humiliation running down her face. He slipped the dildo into her mouth before she could speak again.

“I want you to imagine that’s a cock in your mouth, and I want you to suck it as hard as you can, unless you want to be defiled and have my cock up your arse.”

She nodded meekly in agreement, the dildo filling her mouth as he returned behind her and then she let out a muffled cry as he slid the vibrator slowly up her arse. She felt totally humiliated as he stepped back and watched her, naked, tied up and blindfolded, sucking on a plastic dildo with a vibrator up her arse, especially when he told her he had a video camera and was filming everything.

“Come on you whore, make some noise for the camera,” he told her as he walked around, and then smiled as she sucked harder and began to moan.

However, her loud moans were not entirely put on for him. The vibrator and the feeling of humiliation were turning her on more, and she could feel more dampness between her legs and the first wave of an orgasm. This feeling grew as he continued to watch and film her until he put down the camera and whispered in her ear,

“You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?”

She found herself nodding.

“And now you’re feeling horny and begging to be fucked”

Another nod. He stepped up behind her once more and slid his cock inside her.

“Now it feels like you’re being spit roasted doesn’t it, you filthy slut”

She moaned louder as he talked dirty to her and was completely overcome by a feeling of helplessness as he held his cock inside her, not moving. She strained to try to slide up and down on it, but the ties held her frustrated. He stayed still until she thought she couldn’t take any more, the vibrator in her arse turning her on so much but not making her orgasm. After what seemed like eternity, when he could feel her juices running down her own thighs, he felt her whole body shudder as she came, crying into the gag.

“You dirty bitch!” she heard him laugh as he withdrew from her and began to release her bindings. When she was completely free she collapsed onto the bed and he lay beside her, holding her closely as her heart rate returned to normal and she relaxed, falling into a deep sleep in his arms.

A Planned Surprise Proving Surprising For The Planner

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She moved the black lace panties just below her perfectly made abs. Her outfit was perfect. Brown hair curled seductively, bright red lipstick, black lace victoria's secret push up bra (even though her C cup breast didn't need it), and matching panties, all covered with a see through teddy. It was perfect. She had lit every candle in the whole house, and she could already feel between her legs how horny she really was. Just looking at the handcuffs, gags, dildos, vibrators, beads, whips and new porno made her imagine hearing the brand new jag drive up. It was just six o'clock, she decided now was the time to handcuff herself to the bed. 

She didn't imagine the door slamming. She had this perfectly planned. The front door opened straight into their bedroom, yes, it w

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as bad planning when they moved in, but now it seemed, for lack of other words, perfect. The keys, doorknob twist, and a voice, wait, two voices. She started to wiggle, but it was tight, too tight. She was doomed. Bobby walked in first, Greg was so busy laughing that he didn't realize what was happening until they were fully inside.

Bobby was Greg's best friend. He was just as hot as Greg, tall, dark, tan, and a lawyer, just like Greg. Sometimes, they were mistaken for brotheres. This wasn't what ran through Candy's mind during that first minute. But Candy did see Bobby's pants bulge in that first minute. Her nipples hardened right afterwards.

"Well, Greg, this was my surprise I promised you, I told you that I would plan something special for you and do whatever you wanted for Christmas," Candy spit out as fast as she could.

"Bobby, you remember my wife, I thought you'd join us for dinner, but obviously it would be very, umm, akward, would you like to join us, here," Greg gestured towards the bed.

"What, what are you doing, Greg?" Candy stammered

"You said I could do anything I want, right?" Greg shot back. And that was the end of it.

"You sure?" Bobby asked

Greg started to undo his belt. That was all the answer needed. Greg moved towards Candy and started to kiss her. Bobby moved towards her and she felt her whole body move in response. He started to kiss her neck and sholders. Greg ripped off the teddy. " So much for forty dollars," thought Candy. Each guy took a nipple into his mouths. She decided she was in heaven, until, the bites. Each man gets agressive and takes the bites but she had handcuffs on so all she could do was moan. Her pussy started to get wet. Not already, she thought. Greg whipped out his cock . It was huge. Greg had a big dick. That's one of the reasons she married him. He gave it to her. Not in her hands though, he stuck it in her mouth. She took it. At first, he went really slow, it surprised her how fast she adjusted to this change of occurences. It was, well, very slutty of her.  He started to tense. She kissed his head and looked up at him while she started to lick his shaft. She took his whole head in her mouth and started nibbling on it and suckled on it. She kept licking it and could feel him easing. She took his cock out ofher mouth and put one of her balls in her mouth. She had the whole thing in and started to suck hard. She took the other in and she could feel Bobby's glare. She felt so hot when he looked at her. She let go and went back to Greg's cock. She took the whole thing in and dragged her teeth across his cock. She knew that that did it. Finally, he pulled out and started jacking off over her tits. Since her nipples were so swollen from the biting the cum felt sooo good. She moaned and realized that Bobby was still looking at her. His cock was still inside his pants. "I want your cock, Bobby." she said as seductively as she could. He took the opportunity right then. He pulled out his cock. It was bigger then Gregs. He pushed together her breast and started to fuck them. She had never had this done before and it actually felt good! And then she felt her legs being spread. Her panties were ripped off and her lips were being licked. She tried to push towards his face but Bobby's thrusting was making it tough. She tried to relax. All of a sudden she felt her whole body erupt in pain and pleasure. He had stuck his whole fist in her pussy. At that same moment, Bobby sprayed all his cum over her beautiful face.

"Now we will teach her a lesson for being a slut," said Bobby

Lailla

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Lailla

This is a fantasy about my co-worker Lailla and me. She is around 29 and married with two kids. Her husband is out of country since last two years and she have to do a job for her livings. We both are working for the same company and are very good friends.
When ever we got chance, we go for outing and have lot of fun and discussions on topics of mutual interest. We use to discuss almost every thing un

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der sky including sex.
I am also married with tow kids, but my sexual life is not up to mark as my wife is least interested in sex most of the time. Most of the time I am deprived of sex and frustrated. Lailla and myself have discussed this situation many time and she felt very sorry about my condition and frustrations.
Although she is also deprive of sexual life but she has excellent control over her emotions and most of the time she use to remain calm during our discussions about sex. There is nothing hidden among us and she knows all about my relations with other girls which are in abundance. She never felt jealous about my relations with other girls. Most of the time we use to take long rides on my car and enjoyed our pure friendly relations with the core of our hearts.
Although many times she was my fantasy girl but I can not tell her about my feelings towards her that she attracts me sexually also and many time I masturbated while she was in my conscious and dreams. Lailla is one hell of sexy lady with very prominent boobs and butts, and all these two things of a girl are my weaknesses.
This fantasy goes like this that once my wife along with kids was going to her parent’s house which is in other city.Trip was of one week and I was all alone in my house for this period. Lailla and me planed to share our time at my hose .We reached at my house at around ten in the morning and settled our self in the living room.I was having a bottle wine from Russia “I have always found that sharing a good thing between friends is better then trying to keep it for your self”, and we agreed to drink it first.we were chatting about every thing under the sun.Our discussion drifted towards sex and we discussed every little detail about good sex specially oral sex.As we were drunk and alone so I was felling very horny and Lailla was also looking aroused.
I told her that I am a good erotic writer and have wrote many true stories about my gril friends lately. She asked me to show her those stories so that she may enjoy them. we moved to my computer room and I opened my computer for her.As she started to read those erotic stories she become more aroused and I was able to smell her arousal. She was enjoying those stories very much by asking different questions about different characters and situations in the stories.
After one hour Lailla was very much aroused and agitated. She was squeezing her thighs quite oftenly.Her body smell was changing and I could sense that she was in heat and wanted to have some physical touch.Lucklyly That day Lailla was having stiff neck and she was feeling pain in her neck.I suggested to rub her neck with some of the pain killer gel, reluctantly she agreed. We again moved to our living room and I brought that gel and asked Lailla to remove her shirt collar so that I may rub her neck. She opened her upper button and I started to rub medicine on her effected area.She closed her eyes and was making slow sounds of satisfactions in her throat. her breathing was becoming heavy and warm and her sexy body was emitting her arousal’s smell which was mainly coming from her lovely thighs” round and warm” her breath was a series of short quick gasps
“Can u massage my hole body pleaseeeeeeee”,suddenly requested Lailla.I was surprised on this bold offer and replied her that it would be a great pleasure for me and at the same time planted a sfoft kiss on her neck from behind. She seems to enjoyed it and pressed my hand on her bare neck. This was enough for me to encourage and I started to lick her soft neck and ears. She was sitting on carpet and her eyes were closed, she leaned backward and rested on my thighs. She was emitting heat and her body smell was very sexy at this time. I become more bold and turned her face towards me and planted a kiss on her lips. She immediately opened her mouth to accept my tongue and started to suck it with urgency with the fear that I may stop this very soon.. Her lips and mouth were the sweetest. She brought me back to my senses by breaking the kiss. She put her head on my chest and gasped, "I have never been kissed quite like that." I leaned over and again touched those wondrous lips to mine.. My hands were on all her body and I was massaging her with full cloths on. Slipping my arm under her shoulder and cradling her head in the palm of my hand as we kiss. My body covers hers slightly. Her hands were running up and down my sides, gently pulling and clawing at my shirt. Sliding my free hand over her cheek lightly and down along her jaw-line over her neck and to rest on her breast. I can feel her heart racing even under her clothes. The moan that escapes her lips brings a smile to my lips. Kissing down her jaw to her neck and gently nibbles the ticklish flesh there until I've found that spot just behind her ear that I know drives her wild. Her sudden loud moan tells me I've found the spot I was seeking. I slowly kiss that area then lightly nibble on it, I was nearly thrown from her body with her wild writhing.
I wrap my arms around her tighter holding her against me. We lay on the carpet in living room in intense heat I slip from her heated depths and lay beside her, caressing her beautiful body. Gazing deeply into her eyes, seeing again there is no fear, only love and wonder. Lailla’s hand reaches up and caresses my cheek as she whisper to me, "I love you, thank you for today". I smile to her and lean close to kiss her lips tenderly, and whisper back, "I'll love you for all eternity". Holding one another I think of all the things we discovered this day, and I find myself thanking her for sharing every moment with me, for making me see what I feared to see. The smile that spreads from her lips to her eyes, warms me and fills me so that I can only stare and respond as Lailla kiss me pulling me into her body to hold me forever. I realize at this moment, I never want to let go of her and that I wish to share the rest of my life with Lailla. I know now why so many would give their lives for the one they love, I would give my life for Lailla, my love.


She was still fully clothed .My hands moved back to her flanks, then found the outsides of her breasts. I began to gently stroke toward, but not touching her nipples, sometimes moving to stroke the undersides, sometimes gently squeezing. As Lailla attempted to hold me closer, I eased my hand between them, and touched one nipple through the silky shirt. Lailla sighed at the touch, and eased her embrace to allow me to touch her more easily. My fingers began to trace small circles around each nipple, now and then brushing gently over the tip. Lailla felt the touch, . Pushing me away, and breathing deeply, she began to remove her. shirt. Opening all the buttons, she pushed the material away, and pressed her cheek against my chest. Bringing her hands to my sides, she stroked the muscles from my back to my sides. She raised her mouth to meet mine, and stroked my chest, feeling the muscles flex as she did.We were still lying on floor and touching and kissing each other deeply.
All this was not bearable for both of us so we decided to go through all the necessary things and to undress.Lailla unbuttoned her own shirt as I caressed the front of her thighs with my long fingers. As Lailla reached for the last bottom button, I kissed her fingers. Lailla offered me the button and I stretched my tongue forward and stroked the button with the tip just like it was her hard nipple. I circled around it as Lailla held the button for my tongue. And I sucked it into my mouth pulling the cloth with it as Lailla watched. I knew Lailla was imagining the button as her clit and her nipples. Lailla held her shirt from her shoulders and let it fall as I let it free from my mouth. I continued running my fingers now along the edge of her shalwar,(Pants) as I looked up. Her wonderful breasts round and full were pointy and straining to be free of her black lacy bra. I thought to myself, how wonderful it would be when I could finally take her nipple into my mouth and suck it over and over for her. I love sucking Lailla 's nipple until my jaw wears out and gets sore. Then I love sucking more. Pushing through that little barrier of fatigue until I can suck and lick forever. Trading occasional frantic licking and stroking her nipple with my tongue. Or just lapping around and around as I squeeze her nipple between my fingers and hold it to my lips running my tongue tip over it. There are so many ways to pleasure Lailla 's nipples, I can never lose my interest in pleasing them and finding new ways to be a better lover. When my mouth touched the hard little button she sighed, "Oh, my God. I swapped back and forth, from one to the other, each switch followed by a moan of pleasure from her. I kissed her again, and stroked her now naked breast. As I came to the nipple, I slightly rolled it between my fingers, forcing a muffled moan from Lailla ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I gently rolled Lailla to her back, and brought my mouth to one erect nipple, suckling it gently. my tongue rasped the tip, then traced over the small erect bumps on the dark circle around the nipple. The sensation in Lailla belly became more intense than she had ever felt before,. I took the other nipple in my mouth, and as she moaned from the pleasure. Now she was in real heat and panting for the relase and breath.

She requested me to massage her now. I got some warm oil. I then poured warm oil over her breasts, Lailla gave out a sharp cry, then I slowly started massaging her breasts first at the nipples then from the sides, I could feel the breasts swelling and now Lailla had got excited, I was stimulating the nipples to become erect and now bend over to use my tongue on them, Lailla squirmed in delight as I nibbled at the nipples. I requested Lailla to loose her shalwar a bit so that I could manipulate between her thighs. She obliged me by loosing it I started exploring her thighs with my other hand, then made her part her thighs and poured warm oil on her belly and it dripped down between her thighs, and Lailla gave out a moan of delight. I started to loose her shalwar and in a second it was gone I then started massaging her thighs and Lailla started to squirm and moan and animalistic sounds were the only sound in the room like ooooooohhhh,ahhhhhhhh.Goooooooooddddd. I now concentrated on her pussy and with my fingers had started probe her depth, Lailla sizzled like a snake, and I held her tightly in my grip by her waist and discovered her clitoris, I started unhooding the thick flesh on the clitoris with the thumb. When I pulled the hood down with pressure, Lailla groaned with delight, then I started manipulating the clitoris with slow circular motions around its base and moving up and jabbing it like a button. Lailla couldn't take it any longer 'nooo nooo pleeeese pleeese unhhnnn ahhhh',ohhhhhh . I bend down and wrapped my tongue on the clitoris. Lailla’s clit had swelled into a pink bud now and I started to suck at it, the stimulation was now getting too much for her. Soon Lailla came over the first orgasm.I immediately licked her pussy and started flickering my tongue in and out of the pussy rapidly. I did this for 3 minutes and made her cum again.she was shouting from her throat,”pleeeeeeeeaaaaassssssssee,ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh pleaseeeeeeeeee.”liCK me more pleeasssssssseeeeeee,by repeating my name time and again.Please do itttttttttttt,plllllleeeeeeaasssee lick my pussy, She was very wet and her scent was powerful. I went straight for her licking around and around. Her moans told that I had guessed right about what she wanted and where she wanted it. Every couple of times around I’d give her clit a direct swipe of the tongue. Then two swipes, three swipes, four, and then continuously. I was relentless. I was just about to deliver my trademark move, a thorough tongue whacking, where you suck the clit up into your mouth clamp down on it with firm lips to hold it in place then lick it vigorously back and forth, or up and down, as fast as you can slowly increasing the ‘hardness’ of her tongue. The move wasn’t needed as she started to come. Her hips and thighs were jumping about and her fingers were pushing my head into her. She was doing that sexy exhalation ‘oh’ really fast, ‘oh..oh..oh..oh..’ her voice rising in pitch. Then she screamed, ‘OHHHHHH.’ I am comminnnnnnnnnnnnnng,OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD.Pleaseeeeee tounge fuk meeeeee.
She was in heaven. My fingers found her slit and teased it with gentle stroking movements before pressing on her clitoris.It was like a sudden charge of electric current hit her body. Her pussy came as my fingers teased clit, slit and her hole.“Oh baby’ you are superb I eased her onto the sofa and lay down half on floor half off her at her side. My mouth resumed sucking her nipples as my hand continued to play with her pussy.Lailla, withered in pleasure as I teased her wet hot opening, the tip of my finger probing the love juice lubricated opening.
I trailed kisses down her body, over her sweat streaked breast and stomach and then knelling at the foot of the sofa Lailla’s hand covered her pussy as I stared at her shapely light brown legs and stroked the soft flesh of her thighs. As she opened her legs wider,I leaned in and kissed her again on her cunt. Then my tongue darted out and I licked her slit softly and slowly and she just lost her mind with joy. I licked her again and again, my hands holding her legs apart as my mouth worked on her hot pussy
Lailla pushed a balled up fist in her mouth and bit hard to stop herself crying out in pleasure. My tongue had been replaced by my fingers teasing her entrance as I tickled her clit with my tongue. The pleasure built up and up inside her. The pressure getting greater and greater with every flick of my tongue, every probe of my finger tip....Then suddenly I stopped all movements and stood up from the floor. Lailla was amazed and asked “what had happened”. I said nothing and requested her to follow me in my bed room as it would be moor comfortable
We settled our self on the bed and now it was time for Ice-cream pie which is my specialty during sex..I brought a cup of full Strawberry and vanilla Ice-cream from fridge. I smeared Ice-cream onto each of her breasts, then put my fingers under her nose, and in front of her mouth. she needed no prompting to start licking my fingers, then pulling them one at a time into my mouth to suck them clean.
Dropping to my knees I seized a breast with my mouth and began licking and sucking at a furious pace. Reaching for the Ice-cream cup Lailla selected enough and smeared it on her sodden pussy. She knew it would quickly melt. So did I. Spread hr legs, as far as they can," I urged. She complied. her hips took on a life of their own as I sucked and licked and fucked her pussy WITH ice-Cream with my mouth and tongue. My teeth caught her clit and held it gently while I flicked my tongue over it. She trapped my head between her thighs and squeezed for all she was worth. I reacted by accelerating the pace of my oral ministrations. This was too much for Lailla and she came and came by screaming,OHHHHHHHHHHH,LOVEEEEEEEEE,PLEEEEEASEE. I can hear her throatily whispering "Oh, my lover,pleassseeee,bite my clity,pleaseeeeeeeeee oh,my God. i put my finger in her to find her G-spot.Lialla moaned and I knew that I had found most sensitive spot. She began puslating and her body was jerking with every touch.


 

We had experienced many months of foreplay with words, but now, here together, we needed no words to ignite our desires. we had each other, our bodies close together finally feeling, touching, breathing in each others excitement. Hands stroking, caressing, bringing each other to the brink of sexual release. She needed me,and wanted me, she brought her hands to my face, cradling it in her fingertips, stroking my cheek, she started to ask with her lips but I saw her desire in her eyes and I placed a finger to her mouth, I knew without words what she was asking.
Undoubtedly she wanted to have wild sex at this moment. I was little hesitant initially but lust and love both compelled me to do the rest which was left.I love it when my girl is riding me so I requested Lailla to have ride of her life as it is her favorite position too.

To be continues……………………………….

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MARIA MY WORKING FRIEND

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MARIA MY WORKING FRIEND SUHAIL BEG While I was new in Boston as a student I had to do some odd jobs at different places like Restaurents,Shoping Malls and even at small stores.While working as a assistant Manager in a medium sized store I came across a girl named Maria.She was from south and was working full time in this store.She was sex starved girl. She had long, curly dark hair framing a sexy face with sloe eyes, large, full breasts with her nipples protruding thru the tight top, a small waist leading down to flared hips, a beautifully shaped ass and great legs.She was all sex and wanted sex all the time .This particular day………………………………. My shift started out pretty good; I'd gotten to work a bit early and clocked i
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n. I looked at the daily sheet to find out how we'd been doing and what our goals were for the day. Janefer, one of the managers, was helping a new associate ring up a customer. I waved hello, not wanting to interrupt them, and then headed to the back to see if Maria had anything special for me to do that night. She was sitting at the desk in the back when I walked in, and she just about jumped out of her skin when I said "Hey.""Don't do that do me!" she said, hand clutched against her chest. She looked great, as she always does. Her hair was pulled back, she was wearing an off the shoulder blouse, and when she turned around the talk to me, I noticed how great her legs looked in the skirt she had on. I don't know what it was about seeing her bare shoulders like that, but every time I saw her in that blouse, it sent a shiver up my spine. But I tried hard to keep those kinds of thoughts to the back of my mind, as I didn't want to get caught staring like some star-struck teenager, especially considering that she always wore low cut tops that showed of her cleavage. She filled me in on what we needed to do that night, and said she'd get me to rub her shoulders in a bit, as she'd been tense all day. We flirted for a bit after that, talking about personal issues and other non-work related items. After a bit I got up and went out front to help Jenefer while Maria finished up the paperwork she had been working on. I pulled out some back stock to fill in the floor, and changed three light bulbs that had gone out. About 30 minutes later Maria came out and asked if I'd come massage her shoulders before Jenefer had to leave. We walked to the back and she sat down in the chair. I took off my rings and started rubbing her shoulders. I was trying to distract myself from the fact that I could see straight down the top of her blouse when she started telling me about how bad she'd been recently. It was pretty normal for us to be pretty open with each other about any adventures we'd had. But I was starting to get pretty aroused about hearing about what she'd been up to lately. Hearing this while having my hands on her bare shoulders, and staring at the delicate curve of her neck was driving me insane. I was massaging lower and lower on her back, then moving back to the her scalp to trace my fingertips down the curve of her neck, and across her shoulders when I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something about all the thoughts that were going thru my head by then. Her head was tilted slightly to one side so I leaned forward and lightly kissed the back of her neck, brushing my lips around the side of her neck, kissing every inch or so. For a second she tensed up, and my heart started pounding, wondering if I'd really screwed up, when she relaxed and continued telling me about her exploits, while tilting her head more so I could better get to her neck. Knowing an invitation when I see one, I continued kissing my way across her neck to her ear, nibbling slightly on her earlobe. By now I could tell her breath was coming a bit quicker. I let my hands slide down from her shoulders, tracing circles lower and lower down her front till I could feel the swell of her breasts. Barely in control of my self by now, I cupped her breasts thru her shirt and started to caress them. She turned her head and our lips met, then opened and we started kissing deeply. Her hands came up and she ran her fingers through my hair while we kissed. What felt like an eternity later, our lips parted, and we just looked into each other's eyes for a bit."God I want you now!" Maria said, "But Jenefer is going to be back here in a minute if we don't get out to the floor to let her go home." My eyebrows went up at that, "Well, at least we are the only two closing tonight, who knows what might happen before the night is through. I think we can find plenty of ways to keep our minds on things till we close." She was biting the corner of her lip before saying, "Damn straight we will! But we just need to be busy tonight, cause if it's slow, it is going to take forever for nine o'clock to get here!" I grinned and stood up, put my rings back on, and then put out a hand to help her up so we could go out front. She adjusted her blouse, so it didn't show my groping and we headed back out front. I couldn't help watching her ass move under her skirt, wondering if she was wearing panties or a thong. Jenefer and the new girl left while Maria and I helped the few customers that were in the store. As normal for a weeknight, there would be a small rush of customers then no one in sight for an hour or so. Unfortunately this left us plenty to time for teasing each other. I'd be at the wrap desk or folding something at the table when I'd feel her press up against me from behind, her hand coming around my side to grab the crotch of my pants, or just to press her breasts up against my back. Of course I gave just as good as I took. Whenever I'd catch her on the phone, I'd come kneel down near her and pretend to pick up something off the floor, when I'd rest my hand on her bare leg, and slide it up between her thighs till I could rub my finger against the crotch of her panties. Or when she'd be bent over somewhere in the store I'd step up close behind her, run my hands down her back, then grab her hips, pulling her back to me so she could feel the bulge in my pants against her rear. Of course during the whole night we talked...well, mostly teased. The things we talked about! We talked about the wildest things we'd ever done, or thought about doing. I admitted to her some of the things I'd thought about doing with her, and was surprised to find she'd had a few thought about me too. Mostly we talked about what we'd be doing to each other once the store closed. Or what we wanted to do to each other right then. It almost made things worse when we had customers, as we did our best to help them, but most just wanted to browse. We had to behave ourselves during these times, but still managed to catch each other's eye with a look every once in a while. She caught me by surprise one time when I came up behind her, reached around pulled up her skirt and went to rub the crotch of her panties. I'd noticed as the night went by that her panties were getting wetter and wetter. But this time, when I went to rub and tease her, instead of encountering wet cotton, my finger slipped between her swollen lips. A very pleasant surprise! She moaned appreciatively as I found her clit and ran the tip of my finger around it before stepping away. I lifted my finger to my mouth, she tasted even better than I imagined! I couldn't wait to get the chance to kiss my way between her thighs and tease her with my tongue! After that I took every chance I could to rub her pussy, once even getting wild enough to catch her at the desk, and kneel down in front of her, and push her skirt. Her lips were bright red and swollen, her juices coating her thighs. I lowered my face between her legs and traced my tongue around the edges of her lips while squeezing her bare ass in my hands. I felt a shiver run thru her body when I dipped my tongue into her, she was SO wet! The smell of her was intoxicating and she her taste was like an aphrodisiac. Every taste of her just made me want more! She was watching the front while my tongue explored. After all the teasing throughout the night, it was only seconds before a flood of her juices filled my mouth and I felt a tremor run thru her entire body. I kept a constant pressure with my tongue on her clit while tremor after tremor went thru her body. She finally pushed my face away and pointed to the front of the store. I wiped my mouth before standing up and seeing that another customer had walked in. Seeing that she was still a bit wobbly from her orgasm (which seemed to still be sending aftershocks thru her) I went to the front and helped the people that had just walked in. Maria disappeared to the back to compose herself, and probably to wipe up a bit, but appeared back on the floor before to long. It was getting closer and closer to closing time. But about an hour before we closed she did manage to get me back. I had just answered the phone; it was Casandra from Madison Square wanting to know how we were doing. I was pulling up the report when Maria came and kneeled in front of me, mouthed "Watch the front" and started pulling on the zipper to my pants. She had a bit of trouble fishing out my semi-hard cock from my pants, but when she did, she instantly went to work on me, licking me, and then taking me deep into her mouth. I was trying hard to keep my voice steady while talking to Laura and keep an eye on the front. It wasn't easy, as Maria quickly had me rock hard and was very good at what she was doing. Luckily I was able to get off the phone before my voice cracked. It didn't take her long to get me to the point I was ready to explode. I swept the store with my eyes before looking down to tell her that if she didn't stop soon, I was going to cum. Her eyes twinkled and she stopped long enough to tell me that was the whole point before redoubling her efforts. Then stopping, I looked down at her, wondering why she'd stopped, when she smiled and said she changed her mind, and I'd have to wait till we closed. Luckily no one came in during all that, or even for the next twenty minutes. The sexual tension between us had thickened to the point that I worried that anyone walking in would have known something was going on. But as luck would have it we didn't have any more customers that night, we started getting things ready to close the store, cleaning mirrors, vacuuming, closing registers. The only flirting we did during this was when Maria said. "I hope you won't get in trouble getting home late tonight, I have a lot of plans for you tonight." "I was going to say the same thing to you, this could end up being a very long exhausting night for the both of us" I replied, winking at the end. "You have no idea..." was her parting remark as she went back to counting down one of the cash drawers. The last half hour pasted pretty quickly, considering how much we were both anticipating what would come afterwards. I straightened the store and cleaned the mirrors, while Maria closed out all but the last register. At about five minutes till 9 I went to the front to pull in the signs outside the store and closed the gate once the mall closing announcement came over the speakers. I took my time vacuuming the store till Maria finished closing the last register and went to the back to close out the store. I put away the vacuum cleaner and went back to join her. She was leaving the nightly voicemail, so started nibbling on the back of her neck. I was teasing her earlobe when she finally hung up the phone. Maria stood up and sat me down on her chair, then sat in my lap. We kissed over and over, exploring each others skills. I slipped my hands up the back of her shirt and rubbed her back while we made out. After a couple minutes, I pulled her shirt up, and she helped me pull it over her head. I unhooked the back of her bra, and pulled it off from the side, uncovering her full breasts. Her nipples were hard, and I desperately wanted to suck on them. She pulled at my shirt, and I helped her unbutton it and shrugged out of it. The feel of her firm breasts pressed against my chest as we went back to kissing was exquisite. Her skirt been pushed up when she straddled me, so I reached down and kneaded her bare ass with one hand. I kissed my way down her neck, and she leaned back over the desk so I could continue kissing down her cleavage. I used my lips to explore the curve of her breast before taking her nipple into my mouth. A small sigh escaped her mouth as I ran my tongue in a circle around her nipple. After a few minutes she sat back up, and kissed me again, before standing up. There was a definite gleam in her eyes as she told me to take my pants off. She helped me get my shoes off, and then slip out of my trousers, which now had a small wet spot where she'd been sitting. I then sat back down while she straddled me again. We both shivered when her pussy came in contact with my cock. She'd pressed her hips against mine, and the length of my cock was enfolded between her swollen lips. We both started rocking our hips, just rubbing against each other as we went back to kissing. I couldn't take much more of her teasing and nibbled her ear whispering "I want you, I want you now!" She stood up a bit so my cock wasn't pressed between our bodies, then without reaching down lowered herself onto me. I couldn't help but moan the intense pleasure! We started rocking against each other again, but this time with me inside her. Even with our limited movement, we both orgasmed quickly, holding on tight to each other as the sensations rushed through us. As the pleasure faded, she whispered in my ear, "I want to suck you off again on the floor, but this time I want to finish." She then stood up and I helped her pull off her skirt before she grabbed my cock, leading me out to the front. The floor tiles were cold as we walked through the stock room. It felt very strange to be walking naked through the store. She had me sit up on the counter, with my back to the front of the store. She spread my legs and started kissing my chest, running her hand up and down my sides, my legs, and my arms. She kissed lower and lower till she was kissing my thighs. I'd recovered enough that my cock was starting to rise again when she took me in one hand and started stroking me. Continuing to tease me with her mouth she took her time and seemed determined to torture me with pleasure for as long as she could. She licked her juices off the length of my shaft and gently sucked my balls. I ran my hands over her shoulders and thru her hair as she took me deep into her throat. I groaned with pleasure! Over and over she teased me, stroking me with her hand, teasing me with her tongue, wrapping her breasts around my shaft, teasing me with her cleavage. I begged her to let me cum, telling her I would get her back for all her teasing. She finally gave in and picked up the pace of her teasing. When she started rubbing her finger around my asshole it was the most intense feeling I'd ever had! I gasped and told her I was going to cum seconds before I felt the tightening in my balls. She sucked harder when she felt my cock start to twitch and pressed harder against my ass. I saw stars as I exploded, squirting into her mouth. She surprised me again by sucking every bit of cum out of me and licking her lips afterwards. I pulled her up and kissed her after that, tasting myself in her mouth. After I recovered enough to get off the counter and stand up, I motioned for her to get up on the counter. She did, and I grabbed a scarf that had been damaged and tied her hands behind her back. She raised an eyebrow at that but didn't say anything. I picked up one foot and started kissing my way up her leg, rubbing with my hands the higher I went. Up her inner thigh, till I was right between her legs, kissing my way across her mons, then trailing kisses down her other thigh. My hands were constantly moving, exploring her body, caressing, teasing. I kissed and nibbled all around her inner thighs, and around her pussy, never quite giving her what I knew she wanted. Then I started running my tongue over her outer lips, tasting her juices, building up her anticipation. Occasionally I'd lightly brush the tip of my tongue over her clit, or blow lightly against it. Or I'd reach up and play with her nipples, or stand between her legs, and lean forward to suck on them while letting my cock rub against her pussy. I slowly slid a finger into her, and was rewarded with a low moan as it slid in deeper. Moving it around slowly inside her, rubbing her inner walls, till I found a sensitive spot and her hips started to move, rubbing herself against my finger. I slowly took it out, and then dipped my tongue deep into her. Her low moans increased in volume when the rough part of my tongue ran across her sensitive clit. Using just the tip of my tongue I ran it in small circles around her clit, while with the finger I'd had inside her I rubbed back and forth on the little bit of skin between her pussy and her asshole. Her breathing was coming faster and faster by now, alternating between my lips, tongue and fingers I brought her closer and closer to orgasm, and then stopped, only to start again a minute later. When I pressed my finger against her now slick asshole, she groaned, then started pressing back towards my finger every time I pushed against her. Running my tongue around her clit, I slowly penetrated her rear with my finger, causing her breath to start coming in short gasps as she came nearer, and nearer to cumming. Not wanting her to finish to soon, I stopped using my tongue and just slowly worked the tip of my finger in and out of her rear. She was plenty wet enough, and more and more of my finger disappeared inside her. I saw she was fighting against the scarf now, trying to get her hands free, I could tell she wanted more. She wanted to cum in a bad way. I was thoroughly enjoying paying her back for all the teasing she had done to me. With my finger deep in her rear, I slid my thumb into her pussy. She groaned when I rubbed my fingers together inside her, rubbing her inner walls between them. Taking pity on her I started licking her again, combining my oral attention on her clit with my fingers sliding in and out of her holes. I felt her whole body start to tense up as a massive orgasm raced through her body. Keeping the up my rhythm and pressure, I looked up to see her mouth open in a silent scream, her body propped up by her elbows. Her legs locked around my ears as one orgasm after the other raced through her like lightning. When she started scooting away from me on the counter I knew she'd had enough. I stopped and held her as she trembled from the after-effects of her orgasm. She shivered over and over for quite some time. I helped her down from the counter and turned her around to untie her hands. While looking down I couldn't help myself after seeing her round ass bent towards me. I stepped up to her, reached down slipped my cock into her wet pussy. Grabbing her hips, I sank deep into her on the first thrust, just feeling her soft ass against my hips, while my cock was encased in her wetness was almost more than I could stand. Maria let out a loud sigh as I hit bottom. After the first few thrusts into her, she started pushing back, meeting me as I thrust into her. Every time our bodies met I could see her ass jiggle, and felt balls slap against her. We were moving harder and faster with each thrust, both of us grunting as the sound of our bodies joining got louder. Then she reached back between her legs and I felt her grabbing my balls every time she could, it was more than I could take. I grabbed her hips harder and rammed into her two...three times before I felt myself exploding. Her hand was now rubbing her clit furiously while I started cumming. Before I'd finished, she reached climax and let out a gasp as she orgasmed once again. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and her legs start to go weak. I was feeling rather light headed myself by the time we'd both finished cumming. I leaned over her, and rested on her back, kissing the nape of her neck while trying to catch my breath. After a bit we found the strength to get up. We kissed one quick kiss before starting to clean up the mess we'd made. I wiped down the counter while she ran off to the bathroom. We cleaned up as best we could and got dressed. As we left the store we were both wondering if this would be a one time affair, or just the beginning? Suhail8858@hotmail.com Suhail8858@yahoo.com

Eleven inches your kidding (part one)

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We picked up the replies to our ad from our PO Box, with the size restriction we expected to get only a few but no there were about a hundred. I think the reason was I had included a couple of photos of Anne, one naked and one in bra stockings and suspenders. A photo saves a thousand words of course the face was masked, we didn't want everyone knowing our business. Of course we expected the usual rubish, everytime we said single we got marrieds so those twenty plus didn't get replies. Then there was the I'm nearly seven inches  and I'm sure I can satisfy your wife another twenty bit the dust. I forgot the I want to fuck your wife and the I can suck your cock while I fuck your wife etc those got dropped in the bin. Now we were down to twenty po

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ssibles some with photos some without, if they had a phone number we chatted to them to see if they sounded genuine, whoops there goes another ten, wives answering phone or business answering machines always means husband is playing away. The ten left seemed nice single guys aged from eighteen to thirty the ones with photos showed they were a minimum seven inches, three didn't have photos but seemed genuine and it was just a case of no photos. We started by meeting the eighteen year old trouble was in the flesh he was all of fifteen nice but illegal. The next person we met didn't match up with the photo, must have used a friends photo, we were doing well but it was not unexpected. One guy didn't turn up for a meeting but seeing as it was early we phone another guy one of the ones that didn't ask a photo and told him we would like to meet him if he was available. He was able to meet us thirty minutes later, Anne was expecting another let down a scruffy guy approached us in the beer garden about twenty minutes later, here we go again I thought Anne's face showed horror, but he was only looking for a light. Five minutes later another guy came in our direction six feet plus well built good looking and well groomed, Anne said quietly 'can't be'. He approached even closer and extended his hand.

'Anne & Peter ?' he asked.

When we nodded he introduced himself  'Glad to meet you, I'm Anthony we spoke on the phone a short while ago'.

By the look on Anne's face the guy was in already, asking what we would like to drink before he sat put him on side with me. Shortly after him returning with the drinks we were getting on like we had known each other for ages, two hours later we were still chatting. An invite to return to our place was given and accepted, this was unusual as we normally don't do that the same night after a meeting just to be sure both parties get on. However when we pulled into our driveway Anthony's car pulled in right behind ours. I went ahead and turned on the lights (dimmed of course) and music before getting drinks from the bar. Anne walked through with Anthony on her arm sitting him on the lounge before joining him there nearly but not quite on his lap. No uncomfortable period here, as I carried across the drinks they started some serious kissing. I felt a bit like a spare wheel so I decided to check on the spa out in the garden, it was a beautifull warm summers night. I took off the spa cover through the lounge room window I could see Anne and Anthony their kissing had now gone on to mild foreplay. Anne's blouse was wide open and her skirt was hitched right up Anthony wasting no time in checking out Anne's body. When I walked in Anne seemed to be having trouble with Anthony's trousers, though open at the fly his cock seemed from my view out of sight.

"Oh good I thought, another five incher" I expected a very annoyed Anne to tell Anthony a few home truths. Instead she gave me a look of amazement undoing Anthonys's trousers completely she pulled them down his legs. The view of his boxer shorts amazed me as well they were being stretched by a monster cock, finally Anne freed it and it bobbed up. I was a little stunned myself I had often heard the phrase hung like a horse and now I was seeing it. For a moment or two Anne just looked then she took it in her hand her fingers nowhere near encircling it, putting her other hand above the first she was still nowhere near the glans never mind the tip of this monster.

'Peter get a ruler out of my desk draw' Anne said I did as asked when I gave it to her she measured Anthony's cock all eleven inches.

'Your kidding, eleven inches' Anne whispered, before once again taking it in her hands and giving it a few gentle strokes.

'What am I going to do with this?' Anne turned to look at me as if I knew what she was going to do with it.

I knew one thing she wasn't going to throw it back and I knew this was going to be a long night.

Part two to follow

The First of Many

NaughtyGirl6 on Sex Stories

Finishing the long day of orientation at the college both were planning to attend, Kristin and Eric drove back to his house. It was a hot day...a really hot day, and all the walking around had them both rather sweaty and worn out. Making fun of each other the whole way back to Erics house was nothing out of the ordinary, in fact it was rather routine. When they arrived at his house, they both sat down on the couch and relaxed watching T.V. Kristin was very tired, as she laid her head down on Erics shoulder. She hadn't planned on falling asleep but she did.

She was awakened however, by fingers playing with the top of her pants. Kristin didn't really think much of it, because her and Eric were rather close, and often hugged, pinched, and on a couple of previous occasions made ou

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t. When the hands started moving lower is when Kristin became wide awake. She looked up at Eric who just smiled at her. "Want to get out of here?" he asked with somewhat of a smirk. Kristin was excited to say the least, at the thought of a sweaty make-out session in the back of his car. Smiling back at him just as playfully she nodded her head. The two left again...unsure of exactly where they were going, but knew it was somewhere where they could be alone, as Erics family was home and Kristins family as well.

They drove around for about fifteen minutes, when Eric put his hand on Kristins leg, she looked at him and smiled, and took his hand in hers holding it. He lifted her hand to his lips and began kissing and sucking on her fingers. Kristin could feel herself get a little wet at the touch of his tounge on her fingers, and pulled his hand to her mouth, mimicking what he had just done to her. There were very few words spoken as they drove, and Erics hand soon wandered to Kristins leg once more. Moving his hand up he started rubbing her inner thigh, and then her crotch. Kristin drew in a breath and looked at Eric, who was calmly driving and seeming to not have a clue as to why Kristin would gasp. He rubbed her through her jeans, causing Kristin to moan softly and grab his arm, and/or her breasts.

As they drove Kristin noticed that Eric was paying less and less attention to the road, and more to what was going on with his hand, so she pushed his hand away trying to get him to concentrate. Eric looked at Kristin questioningly but obliged. As they neared her house Eric stopped his car and pulled Kristin to him for a deep and passionate kiss. Out of breath and still very turned on Kristin looked at him and said "not here...just drive past" and Eric did as he was told. They kept driving, not sure where they were headed. Kristin noted that the houses were getting fewer and fewer and since it was later in the night, there wern't any cars passing them. So she had Eric pull off to the side of the road.

Immediatly after turing off the car Kristin attacked Eric. Kissing him hard and rather needy. She took his hand and moved it to her breasts, needing to feel him touch her. After a few moments of awkward bumping and head knocking, Eric suggested they move to the backseat where it would be more comfortable. Kristin smiled at the idea and they both climbed in the back. Eric started kissing Kristin again and pulled her shirt up so he could have access to her breasts, pushing her bra out of the way he took one of her breasts and started toying with the nipple, causing Kristin to shudder with pleasure. Eric then moved his mouth to Kristins nipple, sucking and licking. Moans and sighs escaped Kristins lips as she closed her eyes enjoying the feel of his warm mouth on her. A few moments later Eric returned to her lips and kissed her gently before asking...or rather demanding "Take your pants off so I can finger your pussy" Kristin didn't need to be told twice and did as she was told. Eric moved his fingers over her pussy lightly, tickling her clit every so often.  His fingers find there way inside Kristin and she gasps at the feeling. He fit so well inside her, and seemed to know exactly where to go, and what to do there. He thrust his fingers deeper inside, causing her back to arch, and began moving them faster, and harder bringing Kristin to a wonderful orgasm. Just as she was comming down off the heaven she was feeling she heard Eric whisper "Will you suck my cock". Kristin pulled herself up and kissing Eric started undoing his pants. Moving her lips down to his cock she kissed it lightly and softly before taking him in her mouth and sucking him off. He puts his hands on the back of her head and pulls her hair back, allowing her more ease to suck and kiss his cock. Finally Kristin cannot stand it and looks up at Eric and says "Please put your cock inside me....just for a little bit?" with a smirk. Eric is hesitant as they don't have any protection, but he agrees.

Kristin helps Eric take his pants off the rest of the way,and straddles his lap, lowering herself gently ontop of his cock. Kristin lets out a moan of pleasure and relief at the feel of him inside her. Eric (being a virgin) felt himself close to comming within the short amount of time he had been inside Kristin. "Then why don't you be ontop, that way you can have more control over it" Kristin suggested. Eric thought it was a good idea and laid Kristin on her back. Placing his cock back inside her, Eric began to fuck Kristin. Kristin was moaning and screaming at this point as Eric was fucking her harder and harder with each thrust. Kristin couldn't believe how hard he was fucking her, and that he wasn't cumming. He suddenly stopped and commanded her to get on her hands and knees, and he started fucking her from behind, holding her hips slamming his cock in her so hard, and so fast, his balls slapping against her clit. Kristin was on the verge of cumming when Eric suddenly told her to get on her back again. Kristin again did as she was told, and Eric continued to fuck the shit out of her. kristin had never been fucked so hard in her life, and again just as she was about to cum, he pulled out of her and jacked himself off cumming on her stomach, tits, and face. Both panting and drenched in sweat tried to catch thier breath. Kristin laughed and wiped what she could from her face. Both smiled at each other, and knew from that day on...it would only get better.

No Good Deed

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 I met Tom at a social function hosted by our mutual employer. He was in his late twenty’s, married with a couple of kids. We had been conversing for a while when the conversation turned to the topic of unfulfilled fantasies. I explained some of my escapades and how the difference between fantasy and reality is the courage to take action in fulfilling one’s dreams. I explained how I assisted my husband and others to achieve theirs and was more than willing to help him with his if he had found the courage to take action on his desires.

Tom told me it had always been his fantasy to “play doctor” in an office setting. He wanted to see two women “get it on” than fuck each in turn. I had the keys to a clinic and could play nurse to his doctor if he could get a willing partner. His eyes brightened as he told me he knew just the girl and we arranged an after hours rendezvous at the clinic later that week.

 I had to give Tom this much he was punctual and showed up at the clinic with a fresh faced girl, about eighteen years old who dressed the part of a high school student in uniform common to the area. She was four foot ten inches tall and maybe eighty-five pounds. I walked her to the counter and Tom locked the door behind him as he entered.

I asked her why she was here and she told me her father had accompanied her to her appointment as she was considering becoming sexually active and wanted to get on the pill. I handed her and her  “Dad” some forms to fill out and went in back to set up the exam room. When I returned to the desk and looked over the paperwork, I explained what the cost for the exam and prescription would be. Tom pulled out his wallet and counted out the money to me and I placed it in the cash drawer. I than asked him to take a seat and wait there while the “doctor” performed the examination.

 I led Lisa into the back and into one of the examination rooms where I explained the procedure the “doctor” was going to perform and told how she should lie on the table. I handed her a disposable gown and explained to her she had to remove all her clothing and put on the gown. She seemed a bit nervous so I explained I would be in the room during the entire procedure and that her lower extremities would be draped during the procedure. I asked if she would be more comfortable if I left the room while she changed and she nodded her head yes. I told her I would give her a few minutes and left the room so she could undress in private. I found Tom just outside the door and led him to the observation room next door when I handed him a long white lab coat to give him the appearance of being a doctor. The two of us quickly stripped naked and put on our lab coats while watching Lisa get undressed. I congratulated Tom on his choice of partner, as she certainly seemed in character even down to the white cotton panties and bra, knee sox to boot. Her timidity was well played. Tom and I engaged in some mutual foreplay as we watched her undress and I had chance to examine his equipment first hand so to speak. He was endowed with an average size cock (six inches long and maybe two inches in girth). I noticed Lisa was sitting on the table and broke off our little session to button up my lab coat and instructed him to do the same as I left the room instructing him to enter when I signaled.

 When I entered the room I noticed Lisa was looking a little apprehensive and I assured her it would all be over soon. I had her lie flat on the table and adjusted the stirrups to put her legs up for the exam. Lisa was unfamiliar with there use and asked me to explain their purpose. I shifted Lisa’s butt closer to the end of the table and placed a leg in each stirrup explaining they gave the doctor a better view to examine her vagina at an optimal angle. Lisa tried to push her gown between her legs in a pale attempt at modesty. I smiled down at her tousling her hair as I went to cabinet and pulled a sheet from the drawer to drape her lower body like a tent. I explained she wouldn’t be able to see the doctor during the exam but he wouldn’t be able to see her face either. This seemed to relieve her apprehension as she smiled weakly back. What I didn’t tell her is anyone sitting in an exam chair at the foot of the table would have a clear view of her pussy and small firm breasts. I motioned for Tom to enter the room and positioned the exam chair between her legs. I further explained the doctor would swap her vagina with a moist cloth to lubricate her before palpitating her orifice to relax it for the insertion of his tool to examine her internal organs and would perform a routine breast exam. I heard Tom enter the room as I wheeled the exam chair between her legs. I turned to see him approaching me the head of his cock sticking out from between the folds of his coat. I sat on the chair and found I was at just the right height to eat Lisa’s pussy or suck his cock. I told Lisa that Dr. Felgood would now begin the exam. Lisa nodded her approval and gasped as she felt a curiously soft touch on her pubic hair. My fingers first traced the length and breadth of her labial folds. I watched as her petals swelled with fresh blood and nipples hardened as I gently traced the outlines of her labia and inner thighs. I heard her breathing grow shallow and quicken as her vaginal oven began to radiate heat and moisture began to seep from her vaginal orifice and down the crack of her ass. I arose to look over the drape and could see the confusion in her eyes as she squirmed under my caresses. “You all right, baby?” I asked as my finger grazed her clitoris. Her body shuddered as she yelped, “Wonderful!” I sat back down and found her labial folds red and swollen with fresh blood and the bead of her womanhood peeking out from under its protective hood. I looked up the gown to see her areolas had grown to twice their size and her nipples were distended like tiny fingers pointing skyward rising and falling with each breathe. I turned to check on Tom and saw his lab coat was spread wide and he was slowly stroking his rock hard cock and grinning ear to ear.

 I turned back to the task at hand and moved my lips closer to her vaginal folds my warmth breath causing her labial petals to swell and spread apart like the petals of a flower blossoming. I blew gently on her clitoris causing Lisa to gasp as her clitoris burst forth to expose itself and she grasped the sides of the table to steady herself. I could see her abdominal muscles ripple as the knot of her orgasm grew. I decided it was time to take the next step and stood grasping the edge of the table to steady myself while bending at the waist to expose my ass to him. He seized the opportunity to move forward and drive his cock into my cunt as my tongue lashed out to run from Lisa’s exposed anus the length of her gash over her now flowing orifice and around her erect clit. I inserted the tip of my finger in her tight little pussy and was rewarded by a groan of pleasure as her hips thrust up to meet its invader. Whatever was happening Lisa was driven to rip her gown from her neck and grasp her aching breasts tweaking each nipple. Lisa tried to speak but couldn’t catch her breath as my tongue swipes narrowed now circling her clit causing her body to rock from side to side in response to each stroke. I could feel his cock head beginning to swell in my cervix and Lisa was on the edge of orgasm. I reached down to the stair in the bottom of the table and pulled it out. I pushed him back grasping his pulsing cock as it popped out of me and directed him to step up on the stair as I guided his cock to her hole and pushed on his ass to drive his hips forward and seat it. Lisa squealed as his cock drove into her and ripped away our cover to gape at the cock protruding from her body. He was grinning madly as I shoved his ass forward driving the remainder of his cock into Lisa’s body drawing an ecstatic squeal from her lips and a truly astonished look on her face. In an instant the astonished look was replaced by the lust-filled stare I had come to know so well as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her body. She pulled herself erect and grabbed the lapels of his lab coat ordering him to, “Fuck me! Ram your cock in me!” Lisa’s instincts took over as she pulled her body into every thrust he made. I could see her abdomen positively convulsed with each thrust stroking his shaft. His eyes fluttered, he hadn’t felt such a tight pussy in many years and weird muscle contractions inside her canal were milking his cock like a cow’s udder. He tried to slow the pace of his strokes but Lisa was having none of it as she swing her hips to ride her pussy up and down his shaft harder and harder. I moved to Lisa’s side to kiss her full lips that parted to allow my tongue to dart into her mouth. She returned as good as she got and begged me to suck her tits. Lisa was positively gasping for air now and I knew her orgasm was close. I could see Tom was struggling to restrain his cocks demand to explode in her pussy. Lisa paused as she peaked and I grabbed Tom’s balls causing him to spew his load deep within her body. Her jaw dropped and she fell back on the table gasping for air and mewing her satisfaction. He stumbled from the step, spent.

 I felt Lisa’s hand on my thigh and arose to look in her eyes as she asked if she might return the favor I had done her. I climbed up on the table and positioned my pussy over her face. Lisa’s tongue tentatively swiped my pussy hitting my clit on the first try drawing a groan from me. Reassured her hands grasped my hips and her tongue began to madly slash at my clit with a furious devotion. She soon had my hips rocking to her tongues rhythm and my eyes caught sight of the cum leaking from her pussy and my head dove between her legs to eagerly lap at its treasure drawing squeals of delight from my partner. She brought me to a shuddering orgasm as did I her. As I started to rise I noticed drops of blood on the stair and trailing across the floor to the door Tom had already exited. I knew Lisa hadn’t been acting, he had. I got off the table and kissed Lisa on the forehead and told her I would return in a moment. I picked up the sheet and covered her naked form then followed him into the hallway. He was just zipping his pants when I arrived. “Who is she?” I demanded. “My daughter,” came his smug reply. I swear it was strictly a reflex action that my foot caught him squarely in the groin dropping him to the floor. He wasn’t grinning anymore.

 I returned to the examining room to find Lisa dreamily rubbing the nipples on her breast with one hand while the other lightly stroked her pussy. Her hand reached out to me and pulled me close to trace the outline of my lips and than dropped down to cup my breast. She raised her head to my breast and suckled the nipple into her mouth, giggling. “That was wonderful,” she sighed. I smiled weakly and absently stroked Lisa’s hair. I took Lisa’s hand gently but firmly and asked, “Baby, how old are you?” “Old enough,” came the dreaded reply. I felt bile rise in my throat, as I all to well understood the implications of introducing a child to the pleasures and responsibilities of sex too early. The nurse took over as I asked, “Baby, when did you have your last period?” “I don’t know two, three weeks,” came the reply. I knew immediately what had to be done. “Baby, we need to clean up before I take you home, OK?” I asked. “Do we have too?” came Lisa’s reply. Like all women Lisa liked the warm gooey feeling that came after an orgasm as sperm traveled further into her body in search of an egg to fertilize. I rushed about the room gathering the items I needed and placing them on a tray, which I placed next to the exam table. A warm water & vinegar douche and a quick scope to look for left behinds, which I saw and removed. I than gave Lisa a sponge bath and helped her dress as she fondled my breasts and pussy. We cleaned up the room filling a garbage bag with evidence of the night’s actions to be disposed of off site. I didn’t forget the phony insurance papers or cash. As we got into the car to leave Lisa asked, “What about my birth control pills?” “I think maybe you should wait on those,” I replied.

 My husband was waiting when I got home. He had the unnerving ability to sense when I was upset. He lay on the bed next to me asking nothing. I rolled into his strong arms and sobbed quietly as he held me. I took comfort in the strength of his unwavering devotion to me. 

Victoria meets her online lover Part Two

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                                                         Part Two

I loosen my arms around her and took the soap from her hands and began to soap her smooth flesh from behind.

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75.0pt">“I just love you so very much, Brian.” Victoria said from in front of me.

“I love you too darl.” I replied, kissing her neck.

I soon had enough soap on her back and replaced the soap in it’s holder on the wall of the shower.

Then, I made sure the water didn’t wash off what I’d put on and turned the nozzle of the shower away from our bodies.

Slowly, I began to massage her back with my soapy fingers, slowly working my way down her back towards her very beautiful arse.

My fingers dug gently into her soft flesh and I heard Victoria groan softly with pleasure.

I then ran the tip of my finger from the bottom of her spine down between the cheeks of her arse until I reached her tiny anus.

I flicked my finger back and forth across her anus making Victoria squirm with pleasure.

I too had a sensitive spot on my own anus, so knew what pleasure she was getting out of it.

Then, slowly I began to penetrate her anus with my soapy finger.

“Mmm…” Victoria moaned softly in pleasure as she felt my finger slowly sinking up inside of her.

I brought my free hand up the inside of her silky thighs and slowly began to insert two fingers of that hand inside her vagina.

I could feel my finger inside her anus with my fingers inside her vagina.

I suppose that’s what it was like to a woman when she has two males penetrating her at once.

I’d never had sex with a woman while another man was also fucking her, it really wasn’t my thing.

I’d much rather have two women plus myself than two guys and a female.

Now all I was interested in was this beautiful woman in front of me.

Victoria was pushing herself harder and harder against both sets of my fingers which were buried to the hilt inside her arse and her vagina.

I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping my fingers tightly within her as she pleasured herself on my fingers.

I kissed both cheeks of her arse as I finger fucked her.

Suddenly, I felt a warm gush flood my fingers just as Victoria groan above me.

I knew that she’d just cum all over my fingers.

I withdrew my fingers from within her slowly and washed them under the flowing water from the shower.

I then stood up and turned this beautiful lady towards me and our lips met in a passionate kiss.

The water gently sprayed over us as we kissed tenderly and passionately.

 We broke our embrace and Victoria smiled as she said, “my turn to wash you now lover.”

Victoria turned me away from her and started to apply the soap to my back and neck.

It’d been quite a while since a female had given me a wash in the shower and I enjoyed the feeling of having her soft, small hands on my back.

Victoria worked her way downwards, much the same way I had with her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her lowered herself down to her knees behind me as she continued to wash me.

Then I felt her fingers massaging themselves into the soft flesh of my arse.

I closed my eyes in enjoyment as she reached under my crotch and gently cupped my balls in her hand.

She moved them slowly in her palm and then released them again.

Then Victoria ran the tip of her finger down the groove separating my cheeks until she reached my anus.

She rubbed gently across my anus, bringing forth a soft groan of pleasure from me.

I had one spot on my anus that felt wonderful when rubbed, just on the outside facing backwards.

Victoria soon discovered that sensitive spot and knew from my reactions that I enjoyed her touching me there.

After rubbing for a few seconds, Victoria then guided me under the water and washed the soap from my body and anus.

She then moved my body back out of the water and I felt her part my cheeks.

Suddenly, I felt her hot tongue touching my anus, which sent a thrill right through me.

Not too many women would do what Victoria was doing to me.

They don’t mind it being done to them, but when it comes their turn, they shy completely away from doing so.

This woman was one in a million that’s for sure.

Nothing was taboo to her, nor was it for me either.

Whatever Victoria wanted to experiment in sexually was quite okay by me.

Victoria removed her tongue from my arse and turned me back around to face her.

She smiled up at me and I saw her wetting her finger. I had a fair idea of what was coming next, and I was proved right.

Slowly and carefully so, s not to cause me any discomfort, Victoria eased her finger up into my backside.

I’d only once had a woman try this with me and she had not been this careful, thereby making it a rather unpleasant experience for me which I’d not tried till this day.

Victoria however knew just what she was doing, and I felt neither pain nor discomfit.

With her finger inside my backside, Victoria reached forward and grabbed my cock and began to slowly stroke me back into life.

When I was fully erect once more, Victoria looked up at me with a grin on her face.

“Are you ready, my sexy man?” She asked with a smile.

“Yes darl, more than ready.” I replied with a grin to match her’s.

Victoria opened her beautiful lips and slowly began to insert the head of my cock inside her warm, wet mouth.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling on her mouth engulfing my shaft as it slip deeper and deeper inside her throat.

I was a bit surprised when I felt the tip of her nose touch my pubic hairs, which meant she now had all of my length buried deep inside her throat.

Again, while I had bedded many women, not one of them had bothered to deep throat me.

This woman was truly incredible to say the least.

Victoria slowly withdrew her finger from my backside and placed both hands on the cheeks of my arse.

As she thrust her mouth forward, she used her hands to pull my hips forward, bringing my cock deep inside her wet mouth.

There was no other feeling like having someone you loved deep throating you.

I knew that I wouldn’t last too long inside this woman’s tight throat and sure enough it was only a few seconds before I felt myself start to empty my seed deep down the back of her throat.

Victoria groaned with pleasure as she felt my cum shooting into her throat.

She continued to suck on my cock until she had drained me completely.

“Mmm, that was lovely, thank you Brian.” She said releasing my now limp cock from her mouth.

“No my sweetheart, it’s me that thanks you.” I said reaching down and drawing her to her feet, so that now we once more stood face to face.

I gently took her into my arms and held her to me.

I wanted to hold her forever, safe from any harm or hurt.

I’d never felt this way before with any other woman I’d known.

“Shall we have a bit of a lay down, Brian?” She asked, breaking the spell that held me.

“Sounds good to this feeble old man.” I replied jokingly.

“Oh, there’s nothing feeble about you honey.” Victoria said kissing me on the lips.

We walked hand in hand to the bedroom where we would have a short break from our passion.

I waited until Victoria pulled the bed clothing back and she got on the bed first and lay flat on her back, her hair sprayed across the pillow.

I drank in her beauty, still half convinced this was one of the most incredible dreams I’d ever had.

If indeed it was a dream, it was one I never wanted to wake from.

I then moved onto the bed with her, half expecting her to suddenly disappear from in front of me.

As our lips meet in a passionate kiss, I knew then that this was for real.

Why I had been blessed with her love, I would never know, but I knew that I never wanted to lose this woman from my life.

It was as though we’d been destined to meet like this.

It was unreal how everything was working out.

From a single name in a poker room, she had become the most important person in my life, all in a matter of months.

Our bodies molded together in passion and love.

I broke our kiss and rolled to the side of her.

I held my head in my hand and drank in her beauty once more.

I let my eyes run all over her body, taking in the small scar in her abdomen, which Victoria had already told me online that she had.

I too had scars on my body, both front and back and one little scar on her body did nothing to take any beauty away from her body.

She had a body thousands of 20 year old females would envy. 

Victoria reached over with her right hand and lightly stroked my jaw line with her fingertips.

“What are you thinking honey?” she asked with a smile that fairly took my breath away.

“I was just thinking of just how beautiful you are Victoria, both inside and outside.” I told her truthfully.

There were small tears forming in the corners of her eyes I saw.

“What’s wrong darl?” I asked a bit worried.

“Nothing’s wrong, my darling lover, everything’s just perfect.” She replied, leaning forward to kiss me tenderly on the lips.

“What about those tears?” I asked, already thinking that I knew the correct answer.

“Those are tears of happiness, sweet man.” She replied, wiping her eyes and smiling at me.

I lay my head on her shoulder and hugged her naked body to my own.

Everything felt just right with the world.

                                               End of part two

 Final part to the story will be here soon, storyteller.

 

Little Mel: The Cheerleader

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Little Mel II: The Cheerleader

It had been several weeks since 22-year-old Melanie (Little Mel), and her 5-year-old son, Bobby, had left an abusive husband. They had sought refuge with me in my home. I, of course, agreed to let them stay in my spare room. It was so depressing to see a cute little girl like Mel hurting both physically and mentally. In addition to her face, Mel’s husband, Rob, had badly damaged her self-esteem. She told me Rob had repeatedly said to her, “No other man would want a titless little bitch like you!”

Her black eye, bruised cheek, and swollen lip healed quickly. Mel was soon back to looking like the cute, 4’11”, 85 pound, red-haired, little sweetheart I remembered meeting not long ago. Her self-esteem took a bit mor

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e time and TLC to recover. I frequently reminded Mel how pretty, cute, sweet, and desirable she was. She always giggled when I’d tell her she looked good enough to eat. Occasionally, without warning or reason, I’d take her in my arms and give her an extended hug.

Gradually, Melanie began to show a much happier side of her self. She would greet me as I came in from work by running to me, leaping into the air, and wrapping her arms around my neck. Her feet, dangling nearly a foot off the floor, would be swinging in the air, as she passionately kissed me.

When I thought she felt safe and comfortable with me, I began gently teasing her about her size. I’d tell her she reminded me of a cute, little, 14-year-old, high school girl. I’d then give her a gentle swat on her round, denim covered, ass. She always wore jeans that snugly hugged her hips.

Bobby, in the mean time, had settled in nicely. When he wasn’t running through the house, he was in the back yard wearing out Dog, my 1-year-old, male, German Shepard. In the past few weeks, Bobby and Dog had bonded to each other. They were nearly inseparable, except when Mel made Bobby come inside to eat or prepare for bed. I guess Dog enjoyed romping with an active 5-year-old more than chasing the sticks I’d throw for him. After a while, Mel and I decided to let Dog in at night. He would go to bed when Bobby did and sleep on the floor next to his new friend. It looked like I had lost my dog to Bobby. It was also looking like I had acquired an instant family.

One Friday evening, I had called to let Mel know I’d be working late. It was well past Bobby’s bedtime when I got home. The house was quiet when I came in. Instead of running to me and jumping into my arms as she usually did, Little Mel called out to me from the bathroom. She told me, “Make yourself a drink and relax on the couch. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“OK!” I called back. It had been a long, hard, day, and I could use a tall, cold, CC & Coke and a few minutes to unwind. I had downed about half my drink when Mel came into the living room. I nearly choked on my drink when I saw her.

Little Mel didn’t just walk in. She came somersaulting into the living room wearing a cheerleader’s outfit. She bounced up to her feet just a couple of feet in front of me. She held her hands tightly to her sides. Grinning from ear to ear, Mel said, “We’ll win tonight!”

I told this little doll standing in front of me, “Turn around slowly so I can admire my little cheerleader.” Little Mel practically beamed as she rotated in front of me. She had her red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her knit top was royal blue with a gold “P” on her chest. Mel seldom wore a bra. She didn’t need one, and she hadn’t worn one that night. Her nipples, however, were making noticeable bumps on either side of the “P”. The extra short skirt was also royal blue with gold trim around the waist and hem. From my vantage point on the couch, I could see a pair of gold panties under her little skirt. She wore gold socks that had a blue “P” on the outside of each ankle and white deck shoes.

I was grinning like a high school quarterback who had just thrown the game winning touchdown pass. Although I knew she was twenty-two-years-old, given her small size, and nearly flat chest, Melanie looked just like a 14-year-old high school cheerleader. I finished my drink and told her, “Little girl, you look good enough to eat.”

“Oh, I sure hope so.” She seductively replied. “I’ll bet you didn’t know I used to be a cheerleader. Did you?”

“Well, hurray for our side! Let the games begin.” I said, as I reached out to take her hands.

Mel said, “Not yet! This is going to be our Friday night date. The ball game is over, and we’re going to the dance. When the dance is over, you might get lucky.” She had already stacked several of my old classic rock and roll LPs on the player.

While she started the music, I made us a drink. We danced to tunes from the 50s and 60s. Like a typical high school boy, I copped a feel at every opportunity.

Though Mel had tits like fried eggs, her nipples were fantastic and were soon trying to drill holes in her knit top. My caresses and gentle pinching had brought them to life. Little Mel emitted cooing sounds each time I squeezed her ass and pulled her tightly to me. Mel, in the mean time, had been stroking the cock growing in my pants. She cooed and groaned each time I nibbled her neck and pinched a nipple. I’m sure our dance floor antics would have caused the principle to throw us out of any high school dance.

After about half an hour or so of drinking and dancing, I held her tight and whispered in her ear, “Why don’t we go some place where I can see if you really are good enough to eat.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” She replied.

I reached down, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and pulled Mel up my body until her head rested on my shoulder. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and I carried her by her ass to my bedroom. When we got to the bedroom, she let her legs drop, and I lowered her to the floor. As she stood in front of me, I told her. “Let me undress you. I’ve never dated a cheerleader, and I’d like to strip my little girlfriend to see what you’ve got under there.”

“OK, but I want to do something first.”

With that, she dropped to her knees, lowered my zipper, and pulled my rapidly growing cock from my pants. Holding my cock up, Mel started licking my cock’s underside and balls. She sucked each ball, in turn, into her mouth and thoroughly swabbed them with her tongue. Then she slowly licked and kissed every inch of my shaft on her way to my cock’s head. Little Mel took a brief look at the drop of precum that had seeped out of my cock, quickly lapped it up, and took my cock’s head into her mouth.

I couldn’t believe the pleasure I felt from watching my cock slowly disappear into the mouth of the most petite and beautiful little gal I had ever been with. Hasn’t every guy, at one time or another, wanted a cheerleader on her knees in front of him?

Mel never let her tongue rest. It constantly danced around my shaft and head as she slid her mouth up and down the length of my cock. She was sucking like she was trying to get the first sip of a thick malt through a small straw.

It wasn’t long before I was ready to cum. I gently cupped her cheeks with my hands, and reluctantly pulled her mouth off my cock. As she looked up with her beautiful green eyes, I told her, “Honey, if you do much more of that, I’m going to cum.”

She smiled up at me, and said, “You’ve tasted me before, now I want to taste you.” Mel then went back to work on my cock. In no time, her powerful sucking and rapid tongue action had me on the brink again. I grabbed her ponytail and helped her set a pace that took me over the edge. As the first surge of cum rushed from my cock, Mel stopped bobbing up and down and held my cock deep in her mouth. She seemed to suck even harder, if that was possible.  She swallowed every drop of my cum. Slowly, she slid her mouth off my cock and gently licked me clean.

Smiling up at me, she said, “A little salty, but I can get to like it.”

“Haven’t you ever sucked a cock before?” I asked.

Still on her knees, she said, “I’ve sucked Rob a few times, but I never let him cum in my mouth. With him, it just seemed disgusting, especially when he tried to push it down my throat. With you, it was nice.”

Helping her stand, I hugged her, and said, “Thanks, Baby! That was a great blow-job and a special gift.” I then reached for the waist line of her top and began pulling it up. “OK, my sweet, young, cheerleader, let’s see what you’re hiding under that little outfit.”

Mel held her arms over her head, and the knit top came off easily. Her nipples were already rather firm. I wasted no time dropping to my knees and sucking one into my mouth. I pinched, pulled, and rolled the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Alternating between nipples, I soon had them both rock hard and standing out at least half an inch from her puffy areolas.

Mel was holding the back of my head and pulling my face tightly to her chest. She liked having her tits worked hard, and was moaning her approval. She had kicked her shoes off as I had helped her stand. As my mouth continued to work on her nipples,

I put a thumb in each side of her little skirt and pushed down. As the skirt and gold panties came down together, I kissed my way down her slender body. When Mel's skirt/panties were at her ankles, she stepped out of them.

Then, I kissed my way toward Mel’s pussy. As I knelt in front of her, I got another surprise. Little Mel, to maintain the young cheerleader fantasy, had shaved her red pubic hair. Her pussy was completely bald and smooth as a baby's ass.

“Oh, Baby, that’s beautiful. Now, let’s see if you’re good enough to eat.” I grabbed two hands full of Mel’s ass and pulled her freshly shaved pussy to my mouth. I kissed her pubic mound, and worked my tongue as far as I could into her slit.

Mel, holding the back of my head, began quivering, and said, “Oh shit!”

I stood, and cradled my little cheerleader in my arms. I carried her to the bed and gently placed her on it. I stood beside the bed, admiring her, as I finished undressing. She lay quietly before my gaze with nothing on but her gold socks with the blue “P” at each ankle. The sight of her flat chest, except for those fantastic nipples, slender body, and now bald pussy was the stuff that caused high school boys to have wet dreams.

I dropped my pants and my cock sprang free again. With a smile on her lips, Mel gave a mock gasp, and said, “Oh my! I don’t know if I can take all of that. I’ve never done this before, you know.” She held her arms out inviting me to join her on the bed.

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’m sure you can handle it.” I told her. With a grin covering my face, I climbed into bed next to little Mel. Continuing our fantasy, I slowly prepared my little cheerleader for what was to come. I very slowly and gently began caressing Mel’s chest while nibbling her ears and neck.

Though she had very small breasts, she was not completely flat chested. Over the past few weeks, I had learned Mel likes having her tits handled firmly. So, as I nuzzled her neck and ears, and she began responding, I used more and more pressure to squeeze her tits.

Mel was soon moaning and rubbing the back of my head. She guided my head and mouth to her nipples. I again alternated between her tits. I let my free hand wander down her soft, smooth, belly. When I reached her recently shaved pubic mound, I gently stroked the area as if stroking a favorite pet. I then let my hand slide between Mel’s partially open legs.

Mel widened the gap between her legs as I stroked a finger up and down her juicy slit. She was already very wet. Her pussy juices were running down toward her asshole.

When I inserted a finger into her pussy, Mel spread her legs wide and said, “I think you found the right spot.” After a few finger strokes in her pussy, I inserted another finger and began kissing my way down her belly from her tits.

Mel kept rubbing the back of my head.

When I reached her pussy with my mouth, I, oh so gently, flicked my tongue over her clit.

Mel then seemed to give up on the fantasy of being a young, virginal, cheerleader. Loudly, she cried, “Oh shit! Eat my pussy. Please, suck my clit.”

I was only too happy to do as she asked. While I continued to stroke two fingers in her hole, I softly wrapped my lips around her erect clit.

With Mel holding my head tightly to her pussy, I continued to flick my tongue over and around her clit. When I firmly sucked her clit into my mouth, Mel lost it. She lifted her ass off the bed, raising her pussy up to meet my mouth. I sucked her clit as hard as I could, and she yelled. “Oh shit! Suck me! Suck my pussy hard! Oh God, yes! I’m cuming! Don’t stop!”

I had no intention of stopping. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, put her legs over my shoulders, and grabbed her hips. I then attacked her clit and pussy with a fury. My mouth and tongue were all over Mel’s drenched cunt.

As I firmly pulled Mel’s pussy toward my hungry mouth, she moved her hands to her tits. She forcefully twisted, pinched, and pulled her nipples. She came several times before lowering her ass back to the bed as she settled down a bit.

I continued to lick and suck her pussy, but at a more leisurely pace.

When Mel began to approach another orgasm, I teased her asshole with a finger. Mel gasped, and said, “You can if you want, but I’ve never taken it in the ass before. Please be careful.”

“We can save that for another night, Baby.” I told her. “Tonight I want to wear this pussy out.” Mel, still breathing hard, said, “I don’t know how much more I can take. I’ve already cum at least four times, and you haven’t even put your cock in my pussy yet.” Still holding Mel’s legs over my shoulders, I raised them higher and lined my up cock to enter her pussy.

As the head of my cock started to enter her pussy, Mel moaned and squeezed her breasts. “Mmmmmm. Give it to me hard and fast, Honey. I want my pussy to feel well-used tonight.”

“Ok, little girl. Here it comes.” Without another word, I used her thighs for leverage and slammed my cock fully into Mel’s tight, hot, cunt. Mel sharply inhaled before letting a long deep groan escape her lips. If she wanted it hard and fast tonight, that’s how she’d get it. I pounded her cunt as hard as I could until I was about to cum, again. I then dropped her legs from my shoulders and fell on top of her torso.

Mel quickly wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me deeply into her pussy. We tightly hugged as I pumped my load of cum deep into her core. We cuddled a short time before dozing off to sleep, my slowly softening cock still soaking in Mel’s pussy.

My last thought, as I drifted off, was of the possibility of fucking little Mel’s virgin ass in the near future.