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Old Desires

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Old Desires

Over the last few months my life has turned up side down. I used to have a fairly normal life with my husband Tim and our daughter Lucy. We live in a nice house and Tim earns a good living. Lucy had grown up beautiful but like all teenagers she was rebellious and stropy at times. Tim and I had had an adventurous sex life in the past but had settled down into our habits.

My earliest sexual experience was back when I was 13 or 14, about Lucy’s age now. My rather straight-laced parents and I had gone on holiday and one day when we were on the beach they disappeared for a walk in the dunes away from everyone else. I went off exploring and suddenly came across them lying together hidden in the dunes. I ducked down and hid myself from view. As I watched my Dad
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and Mom started making out. He was lying on top of her and after a minute or so she pulled down his swimming trunks. Dad pulled down the top of Mom’s swimsuit and his hand covered her breast. Neither of them was looking in my direction and I creped forward for a better view. Dad continued to pull Mom’s suit down and pushed a hand down between her legs. With a kicking of legs Mom’s suit was flung to the side and Dad started to suck on her breasts. I didn’t know much about sex but somehow automatically started to rub my own breast and between my legs as I grew bolder and sat amongst the sea grass. Dad’s naked ass started to rise and fall in a steady rhythm as he lifted himself off my Mom so I could see her white breasts and their hard brown nipples. I pulled down my own swimsuit so I could play with my small breasts better and roll my nipples between my fingers. I could feel dampness in my crotch too as I rubbed harder. I sat up onto my knees so I could play with myself better and pushed my hand down inside my swimsuit, which was now around my waist. Mom was now fondling her own breast with one hand whilst she grabbed my Dad’s ass with the other. Suddenly she turned her face toward me and our eyes met. I was no more than 20 yards away sat in the swaying sea grass with my swimsuit pulled down and my hand between my legs. I thought I was going to be in so much trouble but Mom just stared straight at me and our eyes locked. She started pushing herself up against my Dad’s thrusts and pulling hard on her own nipple. I couldn’t stop what I was doing and we were locked together in a flood of sexual endorphins. She could see me plainly and never looked away. She started moaning and a shudder ran over her face and body. Dad’s strokes got bigger and then he made a final thrust and almost froze for a few moments. Mom at last closed her eyes as she trembled beneath him. Dad rolled off her and I could see her neatly trimmed pussy hair and his wet cock still almost fully erect as he lay on his back looking up at the sky. I was rubbing my own pussy hard and could feel so much dampness. I also wanted to hide in case Dad looked my way but Mom opened her eyes again and looked back at me, catching me in her stare. She spread her legs more and started to touch her pussy, running her finger up and down the exposed lips. Dad turned to look at her and reached over to feel her breast, propping himself up on an elbow. I had a clear view of my Mom’s cunt as she slowly opened it up for me and pushed her fingers in. Under my swimsuit I copied her actions. I was staring straight at her pussy as she dipped in and out with her fingers and ran them to the top. Dad was rubbing his hand up and down his cock. My own fingers felt a little button there and it felt so wonderful as my slippery fingers ran over and around it. Mom was finding it harder to keep her eyes open but just as the feelings were building higher and higher in me she made sure she was watching me. Her body started to buck as she pushed her fingers deep inside her. I had a sudden wave of feelings crash over me in what I now know to be my first orgasm and I could hardly control myself but needed to keep watching. Mom slowly calmed down and only gently touched herself as she returned her attention to Dad, smiling up at him. As my own feelings subsided I crept back to hide in the dunes again. When I saw them later it was as though nothing had happened.

Over the years I tried time after time to spy on my Mom and Dad. I tried to catch them in their room or in the bath. I even broke the bathroom lock so I could walk in but it never worked. I used to leave my room door ajar and strip naked where I could be seen but no one looked in. I don’t know what I wanted to happen but I was almost desperate for her to see me bringing myself off again. It wasn’t until I met Bill that some of those desires could be fulfilled. At first just him watching me was OK but later I got the chance to watch him with another woman several times as I sat and openly masturbated. Somehow, though, it was never the same and some little flame of desire always flickered away inside me.

As I watched my daughter grow up the strange feelings were pushed away and suppressed. As she turned into a teenager it got harder and harder to get on with her. She would question more and more of our instructions and became very selfish. I was getting increasingly annoyed with how she treated us and how she dressed. Her skirts were getting shorter, her tops tighter and she took to wearing a sluttish goth look. We used to argue about her going out and I worried about boys taking advantage of her. One night she proclaimed she was going out to see some friends and I ordered her to stay in and do her homework. She span on her heals but her storming off was disrupted by her dropping the scarf she was holding. As she bent down her skirt rode up and exposed her bright red silk panties under her black, netted skirt. I flew off the handle screaming at her how much of a slut she was and telling her that she was a fool; that the boys would only want to fuck her. She shouted at me that she would just do what she wanted and I should just leave her alone. I slapped her face and spat back “One day I’ll do what I want and we’ll see just how you like that!” She ran off crying and I turned to Bill, “Fuck her, just…fuck her”.

Something in me opened and that flame of desire burnt bright again. I walked behind Bill sitting in his chair and wrapped my arms around him. “How would that be, hey?” “What?” he said, baffled by my meaning. “How would it be if I let you fuck her? If I made you fuck her while I watched you?” I reached down to his cock and found it growing hard. I could feel those desires from my childhood rising up inside me, some strange outlandish fetish. “That would show the little bitch. You’re big cock deep inside her, pounding the fight out of her.” I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard cock. I started to run a finger up and down and around the purple head. Suddenly the front door slammed. “God the little bitch has still gone out”, I said. “I have an idea, give me 10 minutes and then come up to Lucy’s room – don’t let that go down!”

I walked out and up the stairs shedding my clothes as I went, letting them drop in a trail leading up to Lucy’s room. I walked down the landing naked and opened her bedroom door. I no-longer went into the room that often; I had given up picking up after her and just left piles of washing outside. The room was almost dark with a dim bulb barely illuminating the poster-covered walls. Half naked man and girls stared out at me from behind guitars and heavy make up. The room was a mess, the bed un-made and clothes strewn across the floor. I opened the wardrobe and rifled through her underwear draw but suddenly I had another thought and quickly skipped over to her laundry basket. Lucy and I aren’t too dissimilar. I’m a few inches taller and my tits, hips and bum are bigger but we have a similar build and face. I sought through her dirty clothes and pulled out a black bra I had seen her wear under a shear black blouse and then grabbed a pair of fuchsia satin panties. I brought them up to my nose and sniffed in the musky aroma of my daughter’s cunt. I slipped into the underwear and some purple and black stay-up stockings that she wore only an inch or two above the knee; more like long socks. The bra was small on me and squeezed my tits flat against my chest. Looking in the mirror I saw myself and could imagine her standing there already. I picked up a short raggedy skirt and a little top from the floor and put them on too. I sat at her dressing table, covered in an array of dark make-up and started to quickly copy her face. Dark eyes and deep red, almost black, lipstick. Finally I tied my hair up in two bunches in the mock schoolgirl look Lucy often used.

I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. It wasn’t Lucy but there was an obvious close resemblance and I looked like a little teen slut. I picked up the hem of my skirt and showed of my bright pink panties to myself. I could see they were damp already. I heard the door open and I spun round to see Bill stood in the doorway. “Hi Daddy”, I said. I turned away from him and bent down to pick something up giving him a full view of my fuchsia clad bottom as the skirt rose up. Bill took a few steps into the room. I stood back up and in the mirror could see his cock poking out of his fly. I pretended to stubble back into him and reached behind me to ‘accidentally’ grab it. It was too much for bill and he grabbed me round the waste and picked me up. “Oh Daddy, what is that?” He almost threw me on to the dishevelled bed and I pushed myself onto my back as he descended onto me. His body smothered me and his hands grabbed at my confined tits. He pawed at my body and quickly pushed his hand up my skirt and into my panties, pulling them aside as his cock poked at my sopping cunt. “Daddy, don’t. Please don’t. I’ll be good, just don’t fuck me”. His cock plunged into my pussy and he began to furiously pump into me. He slid his hand up my blouse and grabbed my tit bound in my daughter’s dirty bra. I could feel those strange desires burning through my bloodstream as I looked across at the mirror and saw my husband banging my daughter. I watched him grope and defile his little daughter in the guise of me. I was gasping for air as Bill bit on neck and shoulder. I thundered towards a thrashing orgasm as he ploughed into me again and again. The waves of climax washed through me as my hands tore at the sheets. “Stop it Daddy, stop it, you’re making me cum”. Suddenly he pushed himself off me and I felt the emptiness inside me as his cock withdrew. He half stood over me as a stream of creamy spunk ejaculated from his cock. Jerk after jerk of the stuff flew out and across my thighs and cunt, onto the skirt and my naked stomach and up as far as the blouse and exposed bra. He covered me, his imitation daughter, with his hot seed. My own juices were running freely, too, into the soiled bed and pink panties. I couldn’t believe how much we had both cum but I still spread my legs wide and began to wank myself off again, sliding my fingers like lightning over the slick surface of my cunt lips and dipping inside to scoop out more of my cum to mix with Bills. I came quickly and violently, jack-knifing my self into a sitting position before collapsing down again exhausted.

I lay there for a while gently touching myself as the last embers of my heat died away. Bill just sat on the side of the bed looking at me with his erection slowly dieing away. “Fuck!” he said. “Where did all that come from?” “If you want to, I’ll let you”. I said. “What! No! I couldn’t. Not to Lucy”. “Didn’t you just do it to Lucy?” I could feel the spunk drying on my thigh and could see it soaking its dampness into Lucy’s clothes. “I want you to. Fuck”, I continued, “fuck, I’m going to make you do it. I know you too well, you won’t be able to stop now”. I lay back and started to pull off Lucy’s stockings then stood and slowly stripped off her other clothes in front of Bill as he watched. I dropped the blouse and skirt roughly where I found them, still spattered in jism. Where the cum had dried on my belly and thigh I could feel it tighten the skin. I undid the bra and released my constrained breasts and tossed them into the laundry basked. Finally I peeled off the cum covered fuchsia panties and offered the crotch up to Bills nose. “I got them straight from her laundry; from her cunt to mine. You can still smell her”. Bills cock was hard again and I knelt down in front of him and took it in my hand. I licked the last remains of the previous fucking of the end of his cock. “Can’t you just imagine her sat here sucking on this?” I began to suck his cock into my mouth as I wanked him. I could feel him getting more and more turned on. I let him slip from my lips but continued to pump him steadily. “Do you think she would or do you think you would have to force her. How long would it go on – you fucking her – before she accepted it; liked it; craved it”. I sucked on his cock again for a while then stopped again. “How long could you stop yourself if you saw her stripped, if I forced her on you, if I spread her little cunt in front of you while you watched”. Again I sucked on him and could feel his approaching explosion. “You couldn’t hold back. You’d fuck her where she stood just like you did right here. The next time you see her you’ll want to grab her ass and fuck her. You won’t be able to get it out of your head. You’ll be hard just looking at her and have to go and whack off. It will be all I can do to stop you and make you wait till the time is right for me and I can watch you fuck your daughter,” he was almost ready to spurt, “hold her down for you…” he was desperately trying to hold back now, “…as you spunk all over her”. Again his spunk jetted out in the dimly lit room and coated my neck and breasts and ran down my naked body. I opened my mouth wide to swallowed his cumming cock again loving the taste of his saltiness. I tucked him back inside his jeans and pulled him onto his feet. “Come on, she’ll be back soon and can’t find us in here”. I was covered in his cum but let it dribble from my tits and down my body as I walked back downstairs to pick up my clothes. I smeared the mess into my skin and licked my hand; feeling dirty and whorish felt good. I almost wanted Lucy to walk in and see me strutting down the stairs naked and covered in her fathers cum. I would make her lick it off me and clean my pussy for me, I thought. Was I really going to let Bill fuck her? I suddenly had regrets as the sexual endorphins began to ebb away leaving the guilt of what I had just done. I realised that I was probably right before; Bill wouldn’t be able to stop the thoughts in his head now. It was inevitable that sooner or later he would take her. I just had to control it for myself and for Lucy to make sure she would be OK. “Fuck her!” I thought.

Jessica and Jeremy

CassidyStone on Sex Stories

 
As Jeremy pulled up to Jessica's home, she was still getting over the satisfaction of how well their first date went.
 
"Thanks for a wonderful evening, Jessica. I hope we can do it again sometime."
 
"I hope so too," Jessica smiled. "Thank you especially for the rose. I love roses." She was expecting the worse since she had met Jeremy from an internet personal ad but was shocked that he was a man so incredibly handsome and charming. From his thick wavy black hair, mysterious dark brown eyes, and wonderful strong tall build, he was just striking in every way.
 
Jeremy felt the same of Jessica and he admired her body as she gathered her things from hi
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s car.  Her hair was pinned up, perfectly exposing a slender smooth neck that a silver chain loosely hung upon. Her short black dress fit close to her body, starting at her full cleavage and continuing to be pleasing to the eye by sliding down her waist, to her hips and ending at her thighs revealing her long slim legs that had been teasing him all evening. 
 
It was hard for him to not slide over and have his way with her right in his car.
 
He came out and around the car to hold the door for her. As Jessica stood up, he pulled her close for a kiss goodnight.
 
His lips were warm, soft and inviting, and the touch of his hand against her neck made her want even more of him. As the kiss deepened she pulled his waist to hers and she could feel how hard he had become. Pulling away from the kiss she whispered, "spend the night with me."
 
Jeremy smiled and followed her to her front door.
 
"Let me take your jacket," she offered once they were inside as she placed her keys on a nearby table. But Jeremy just grabbed her and kissed her more passionately than before. They stumbled to her living room on a couch, her pulling off his jacket and sliding her hands up his shirt and him kissing her from her mouth now down to her neck. He could feel her breathing more intensely as he made his way down her neck and to her breasts. He kissed of them what he could while he opened the back of her dress to show them in their full beauty. Her hair, that was once pinned up had come down in cascading auburn curls around her face, and now gave off the most heavenly scent, driving him even more wild than before.
 
She pushed him on his back and moved her way down him. She could see the throbbing bulge through his pants and quickly unzipped it, swirling her tongue around the tip of it. She loved his moan of satisfaction and continued her work, dragging her tongue down the end near his balls and making her way back to the tip. "Oh, baby. Damn." Jeremy moaned. She then took it all in and felt his body quiver with a rush of excitement.
 
While she did this, he pulled her legs on top of him and guided them apart, showing her tight, shaved, pussy that had become quite wet. He slid his tongue up and down her lips a few times before pushing it in her. He felt her body rise from it and pulled out, inserting two fingers in her instead. He then slid from under her and shoved his cock in her cunt from behind.
 
"Oh.....yeah....uh-huh," was the most she could mutter between breaths. Jessica could barely keep herself up with each thrust from Jeremy. Never before had a man felt this good inside her, filling her up and pumping her this hard. His warm hands felt perfect on her waist as he pulled her harder and harder onto his cock. She spread her legs open to take more of him in her. Jeremy enjoyed the view the entire time.
 
By the time he was going to cum, Jessica was ready, and moved down to his cock and finished him off. Both were tired and still breathing heavily by then. Jeremy pulled Jessica on him, laying her back against his smooth chest as he gently carassed her breasts and kissed her lightly on her neck.
 
"I think I'll call in sick tomorrow," she softly laughed.
 
Jeremy joined her in that laugh, "I think I will too."

The Game

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The Game

By Carmenica Diaz

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I love teasing - I hope you do too!

'I can't stand it!' The words leapt from his tortured lips and I smiled.


'I think you can,' I said softly in what I hoped was an encouraging tone.


'I can't, I can't!' Brad cried, his entire body quivering. 'Please Charlotte, please...'


'Hush!' I said gently, grazing his throat with my lips, tasting the sweat that covered his naked body. 'You can be strong.'

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For a moment, I thought he was going to cry and I knew I was becoming wetter. Brad was tied in a spreadeagled position on the dining room table, tied so firmly, he could hardly move and his head hung almost over one end. It was a table that sat sixteen people so it was admirably long enough for Brad's long frame. I loved the way his taut muscles flexed and moved in his restraints.


I, of course, was fully clothed, although I had removed my knickers earlier so I could push his hungry tongue against my sex for my first orgasm.


That of course was the game.


The rules were simple. Brad was to give me three orgasms before he could enjoy one and that meant hours of delicious teasing, of denying him over and over again.


I stroked his straining cock lightly with my forefinger. 'I've only had two orgasms, Brad,' I whispered in his ear, 'only two. You know the rules. I must have another before I slip my little hand around your big fat cock and pull it until it spurts!'


'Noooo,' he moaned, the image driving him insane and I giggled. 'Charlotte,' he said desperately, his blue eyes wide and pleading, 'let me lick you again. Now! Please.'


'Lick me?' I asked innocently, tracing his nipple with my fingernail. 'You licked me for the first orgasm. When was that?' I asked, pretending to think. 'Yes, that was this morning, before I fed you lunch. I was silly wasn't I? Spilling your yoghurt on your stomach. Of course,' I said mischievously, 'I just had to lick it up.'
Brad groaned at the memory and I giggled again.


'So,' I said, counting off on my fingers, 'one orgasm from licking and then you held the vibrator in your mouth while I used it. That was fun, wasn't it darling?'


It had been fun for me but not for him, holding the quivering vibrator tightly in his mouth while I slid it in and out, fingers caressing my clit, knowing my wet kitty entirely filled poor Brad's vision.


Another groan and I breathed lightly on his red and quivering cock.


'Just one more, Charlotte,' he whispered, 'let me lick you again. You like it, you know you do! Please!'


'But I'm a tiny bit sore,' I pouted. 'My bits are a little tender.'


'I'll be gentle, I will, I really will. Please,' he pleaded.


'Will you?'


'Yes! I will, I really will.'


'I don't know. Perhaps there's another way? I could, for example, climb on you and slide my warm kitty down onto your cock and fuck you?' I batted my eyes innocently at him and his body shuddered as he groaned, a look of pure anguish flitting over his face.


'But,' I said, 'you'd probably spurt before I could come. That would be breaking the rules of the game, darling. That's not cricket!'


'Charlotte,' he whimpered, 'please...'


'What darling?'


'Please let me come. It's been five hours...I can't stand it...'


'A big strong man like you? I think you're trying to fool me.'


'Please! God almighty, please!'


'But the rules of the game were three for me and one for you.'


'Fuck the game! Fuck the rules! Just let me come. Please, darling...'


I picked up the feather and slowly tickled the head of his pulsing cock. 'I don't know,' I said pretending to be concerned, 'rules are important in life. We would have chaos without...'


'Charlotte! Please! I'll do anything if...'


'Did you say you would do anything, darling?' I asked sweetly, feather tickling his bald balls. I had removed all his pubic hair in the first hour of the teasing session and I knew he was now extra sensitive.


'Anything!' Brad croaked, staring wildly at me, 'anything at all.'


'There is something I want,' I said hesitantly and he eagerly looked at me.


'What? You can have it, I don't care what it is!'


'Are you sure?' I said doubtfully.


'Yes! Yes! Anything! What is it?'


I smiled and leaned close so he could peek down my blouse before I whispered in his ear, 'I want that you don't come for two days.'


He looked at me, so stricken with horror that I couldn't help myself and laughed softly. 'You said anything,' I whispered, running my fingers down his bare chest. 'You said anything at all and that's what I want. Oh, poor baby, don't cry.'


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Sex in the city, part 2

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After my husband and I had rested in the van for a few minutes,we slipped into our clothes and asked Susan to come to our farm and spend a little time with us. She replied that she had the whole weekend free and would love to spend it with us. We rode with her to our car, which was parked some distance from where we were. She dropped us off at our car and waited until we started moving, then fell in behind us. As soon as we got in the car and started driving, I unbuttoned my coat and propped my left leg up on the transmission hump. That left me plenty of room to get my hand on my pussy and sink my finger deep inside. I looked over and saw that Ken had gotten a hardon and reached over to rub him. He unzipped and pulled his hard cock out for me to stroke. I ran my hand up a

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nd down on his shaft a few times, then leaned over and put my lips on him and slowly began to suck him off. I raised my hips so that he could pull my coat out of the way and put his hand on my ass. I was on my knees in the seat and soon felt his finger probing my wet pussy. I could tell by his hip movement that he was close to climaxing. I also was nearing an orgasm and was rocking my hips back to meet his fingering. His hand rested on the back of my head and I felt the pressure increase as he groaned and began to shoot streams of sperm into my mouth. At that same time. I felt waves of pleasure as I began to orgasm and almost let my knee slip off the seat.I worked out of the raincoat and sat totally nude beside Ken. My fear of sex in public places had passed and I was enjoying being nude. I glanced in the rear view mirror and noticed that Susan was still following closely behind us. We were on the older secondary road going towards our farm and there wasnt a car in sight, so we slowed to a stop and Susan pulled to a stop beside us. She lowered the power window on her passenger door and looked over at us. I turned the dome light on to show her that I was naked. She laughed and turned her own light on, revealing that she too was completely naked.Due to the difference in height of the vehicles, I could only see her from the waist up, but had a plain view of her firm breasts and the hard nipples on each. We told her that we only had a few more miles and we would be home. She smiled and told us to lead the way. We turned out the dome light and started driving with Susan hot on our heels. Those next few miles seemed to be longer than they were, knowing that we would soon be together with Susan. Ken turned off the hard road and stopped at our gate. I got out and walked to the gate, my naked body illuminated in the headlights. I opened the gate and waited until both vehicles were inside, then closed and locked the big gate. I walked up to susan's van and opened her passenger door. I slid into the seat and motioned for Ken to drive on. I looked over at Susan's lush body and reached out to touch her breast. It was indeed firm and the nipple was hard and extended. She reached over and touched one of my breasts and pinched my nipple, being careful to keep the van in the road.

When we pulled into our yard, the outside light switched on and lit the whole yard. We got out of the vehicles and stood holding each other as Susan looked around and said she had always wanted a place in the country so she could have sex outside. I told them that they could stay out in the yard but that I needed to put my coat in the house and would be right back. I ran up the steps and unlocked the front door. As I started in the house, I turned and saw my husband and Susan embracing. His cock was hard again and poking at her pussy. I smiled, thinking to myself that this was going to be a fun night. I went in and hung my coat in the closet and ran to the bathroom. I quickly washed myself off and dabbed some perfume on my mound and under each breast. When I opened the front door and started back out to the yard, I saw Susan on her knees with my husband's cock buried into her throat.Ken's hands were on the back of her head and he was fucking her mouth. He groaned and drove his cock deep and shot a stream of his sperm into her throat and mouth. About that time, the motion light switched off and left us in almost total darkness, illuminated only by the almost full moon. I walked up to them as she was getting off her knees and standing up. I put my arms around her and gave her a deep tongue probing kiss. She responded by spitting Ken's sperm into my mouth. I rolled my tongue in it, tasting the sweet, yet salty fluid then swallowed it. Our hands were exploring each others bodies. She began to kiss and suck my aching breasts. We slowly sank to the lawn and got in a sixty nine position. Our tongues were both probing and teasing each other's clit. We rolled in the grass as we tonguefucked each other. We both came almost simultaniously, our bodies shaking with the convultions of our orgasms.

When we both had recovered from the orgasm, I got up and told Ken that he should fuck her. Ken didn't wait to be told twice. He was on her and fucking her in deep strokes, her legs waving in the air. Ken held her by the hips and pounded his cock into her. I could imagine what she felt, having that cock driven into me numerous times. The sight of my husband fucking this other woman was even more exciting than I could imagine. I fell to my knees and watched as his cock stretched her pussy. I reached between his legs and began massaging his balls. I could tell by the tensing of his groin muscles that he was about to fill her again. As he moaned and leaned back to cumm, I squeezed his balls, trying to match the rythm of his climax. Susan screamed in passion as she came with him, her legs wrapped tightly around him.

The two of them were soon asleep in the grass and I crawled up beside them. I woke up when the sun was just beginning to break over the hill to the rear of our farm. I saw them stir and leaned over and kissed them both. We decided to get up and go in the house for a while. I ran up the steps and yelled that I had dibs on the shower. I went in and turned the water on as hot as I could stand it and began to wash, letting the hot water cascade down my body and into the drain. I ran my hands down my tummy and let my fingers probe my pussy. I began to tease my clit and was soon headed for another orgasm. I grabbed the shower rail as I began to shake and let my emotions flow. My knees were shaking so bad that if I hadn't grabbed the rail, I'm certain I would have fallen on the slippery tile floor.

I walked out into the kitchen, toweling my hair and saw that Ken had already started the coffee. I told Ken he should get his shower next while Susan helped me get some breakfast going. Susan walked up and kissed me, saying that she was glad I had let my husband fuck her. I told her that it wasn't the only time she would get fucked that weekend. I admitted to her that This was all new to me too and the thought of another woman having sex with my husband was both a turn on and feeling of fear that he might find her more attractive to him and want to have her instead of me. Susan assured me that she had no intention of taking Ken from me and that she had always dreamed of fucking a guy in front of his wife.

Susan and I chatted while we fixedthe breakfast and decided to go out somewhere in the daylight and have some fun under the sun in a place we might be seen.

That part of the story will have to be in the next installment

Temptations of Tanya (Revised Edition) pt 1

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written by starsapphire
 
edited by andey
 
 A torrid tale of 13 year old temptress Tanya, who manages to capture and coyly seduce all the women in her life she loves including her babysitter, her mother and best friend.

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The Temptation of Tanya by StarSapphire (C)2005. All rights reserved. Please write if you like my story and maybe I'll post some more here.
 
Chapter 1
 
I only spied Tanya briefly as she entered the condo opposite mine shortly after she moved in. But in that brief moment she turned and flashed me a brilliant sm
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ile and I was instantly smitten. Tanya had lustrous dark hair that fell in a gentle wave to her shoulders, big blue eyes, delicious bee sting lips and a pert little elfin nose. She was about 5 foot 1 inch but had a truly graceful figure for one so short. Her breasts were only gently suggested mounds but her bottom took on a completely rounded, squeezable look and set my heart racing. She was exactly my type. That she was only 13 years old shocked me to my core.
 
I had been spending my days in a depressing routine of work, television, reading and generally staying out of touch with the human race as much as I could. I had recently left a gay relationship of five years and felt old and betrayed. Julia had left me for someone else, someone all of 24 years old. Having just turned 40 I felt the pain much more intensely for all of this and longed to be reaffirmed as an attractive, sexy, worthwhile woman. All I could manage for my self-esteem was to work out at the gym, frantically trying to preserve myself against the ravages of age. That that reaffirmation would end up coming instead from a lively, self-assured young girl just reaching adolescence still astonishes me. If anyone were to 'rescue' me, I had actually pinned my hopes on Tanya's mother, whom I had seen more often. Leanne Grainger was 35 with honey blonde hair and a wonderful figure, standing much taller than her daughter. I'd also 'known' her for years as a local TV reporter and part time anchor, though I'd never actually met her before. I wasn't in any way 'star struck' though. As a psychotherapist I'd had several high profile clients and wasn't intimidated. Not that I needed to be. Leanne seemed as genuinely warm and self- assured in person as she did on air and my heart did little flip-flops whenever I bumped into her.
 
In my present emotional condition I didn't fully trust my 'gay-dar', but I thought I caught that 'look' from her and I quietly pinned up my hopes. Tanya must have taken on her father's characteristics except for her face, which was a smaller, more delicate version of her mother's. In personality she seemed only-child precocious and lively, a little more energetic than her mom but still with all her warmth. Leanne and I struck up a friendship at the strata council meeting in our building that took place a couple of weeks after she'd moved in. Being new the only person she had even a nodding acquaintance with was me, so she sat beside me as the condo owners bickered and feuded as they always did. Being a newcomer Leanne was fussed over by a few fawning fans and some of the more lecherous old men who lived in the building after the meeting ended, but I was able to steer her clear of the worst attentions. By way of thanking me she invited me over for coffee where I got to know both her and Tanya on a more personal basis. "This is Carla, honey. Carla, this is my daughter Tanya," As Leanne spoke the words Tanya popped up from the couch and came over to shake hands. I was a little startled at her eager response but I gladly took her proffered hand in mine and felt its delicate texture. As I looked into her baby blues a little tremor ran through me. What in God's name was happening to me? I'm lusting after my neighbor's child! "T-Tanya, that's a pretty name," was all I could blurt out. "Thank you. It's my grandma's name. And you're pretty too!" Tanya giggled, covering her mouth and looking at me with her laughing eyes. My knees felt weak. I was definitely losing it. I did take some pride in my features and tried to dress the part. No blue jean grunge look for me. I am all lipstick lesbian, slim, trim and feminine with 36C breasts and the same 34 butt I had in high school but somehow Tanya's compliment had touched me deeply. When I got home later I cried for the first time since Julia had left. Then I felt so overwhelmed by my letch for Tanya I masturbated, getting off at least 3 times to images of her spread out before me naked, or her head buried between my legs, something that brought on a wave of shame when it was over. I spent the next few weeks utterly amazed at having fallen so in love so fast with someone so impossible to possess and swore I would never attempt to consummate my feelings. I would love Tanya safely from afar. And I did amazingly well.
 
Leanne worked often odd hours and asked me to mind Tanya for her until something more permanent could be arranged. I was only too happy to oblige, already having no life and now being given the chance to spend several hours a day alone in the company of this little moppet that I desired so much. But I promised myself to be good - and I was. The trouble turned out to be Tanya, or so I tell myself. "Do you have a boyfriend?" she asked me out of the blue one evening. "Well uh, no," I hesitated. "I just left a relationship a couple of months ago but that was with another woman." I looked into her face trying to read her reaction but she just stared at me as if I'd mentioned it was warm and sunny outside. "We were lovers," I added, expecting her to be shocked I suppose. She wasn't. "Oh, that's so sad. You must be in a lot of pain." "I'm learning to cope and I'm enjoying being free," I lied. "Did you love her?" "Yes, very much. Why are you asking me about this, sweetheart?" "Well it's just that, uh, I have feelings for someone that I think is really special too and I don't really know what to do. I mean, I'm only 11 and... and it's a girl. Like your friend." Tanya lowered her face and then covered herself with her hands. "My mom said she thought you liked girls, and when you said about your lover that she was a girl, I-I guess that you do, so I wanted to ask you about it. Gosh, is that okay?" "Oh honey, of course it is!" I exclaimed. "And how did your mom figure out that I liked girls?" I laughed. This was intriguing. "I don't know. She didn't tell me." Tanya looked up at me with a grin. "But I'm sure glad she got it right. I really don't know what to do. About my friend I mean." "Are you good friends with her?" I asked. "Oh yes. I see her all the time and she is so beautiful sometimes I can't stop looking at her." "That sounds serious. You're a very pretty girl yourself. Do you catch her looking at you now and then? That's usually a good sign." "Yeah, I think so. She seems to like my boobs, like I have any!" she laughed. "I've even caught her looking down my shirt!" I, of course had been doing the same thing to her and shared her erstwhile lover's infatuation with her young breasts. Had she caught me looking too, I wondered? Inwardly I shuddered at the shame of discovery yet envied this anonymous object of Tanya's affection who surely wouldn't turn her away. Tanya was too precious. I already hated this girl for stealing away Tanya's amorous interest but was also grateful to her for providing me with something of an 'out'.
 
If Tanya could be safely coupled up with this unknown girl it would help me to withdraw from the intoxicating love I felt for her. "Your boobs are going to be fine, girl. My God you're only 11!" I laughed. "But hey, wear some tops that make the looking easy. You might as well dazzle her, honey. If she's interested it'll drive her crazy and if she's not, well there's no harm done," She seemed to contemplate that advice for a moment then gave me a sly little look. "Perfect!" Tanya declared and we both dissolved into giggles. The next evening Tanya came over and settled into the far end of my black leather couch and drew her knees up to her chest a place and position fast becoming her own. She looked ravishing in a pair of navy blue tight slacks and a white, square collared loose cotton top. She grinned at me and lowered her knees. "This is what I wore today," she giggled, pulling at her loose top. "When I bend over like this you can see right down it to my boobs." And she did just that, giving me a tantalizingly brief glimpse of her pink pert young nipples and a wicked look that caught me staring. I blushed a deep red. "Tanya, you are so naughty! So did you impress her?" "I think so," Tanya said with a cute smile. "I'm just all confused right now about her. I mean I want to be with her and kiss her and cuddle but I don't know what to do." She seemed instantly so forlorn. "Can you help me?" "Tanya honey, I don't know," I replied, my heart going out to her as my own need to kiss and cuddle her mounted. "What do you think I can do?" I said placing a hand on her shoulder as she sat next to me. "Well," she said. "Could you teach me how to kiss? I've never kissed anyone before. I mean, it wouldn't count, you know? Just to show me how." A very pleading look was in her eye. I was taken aback, to say the least. Kiss her? Of course I would but how would I make it 'not count'? I-I guess so, Tanya. Here, close your eyes and pucker up," I instructed. I nervously leaned in and brush my trembling lips against hers. The touch was magic and a shocking current of lust shot through me down to my aching pussy. I lingered for a second and fell the full rich texture of her lower lip against mine as I ever so slightly parted my lips, but only enough for a quick taste with my tongue. I pulled back slowly.
 
"There, how was that?" "Oooh, I loved it. Do it again, okay? Only longer this time!"
 
Tanya moved her face eagerly into mine and our lips met in a much deeper kiss. But I kept my lips closed not trusting myself to go further with this experiment. My feelings were intense and I heard Tanya moan gently as we continued. I decided to break it off. "Doesn't seem like there's too much I have to teach you, you little minx." I whispered with a grin. I was red and flustered while Tanya looked up at me all dreamy eyed and out of focus. "I like kissing," is all she said. Then she laid her head against my shoulder and wrapped her delicate pale her arms around me. I gently stroke her lustrous dark hair and felt my tummy tying up in anxious knots. "This girl is very lucky, little one," I told her as I gently kissed the top of her head. "I hope you'll both be very happy together." Tanya breathed a deep sigh against me and hugged me tighter. "Me too, " she murmured into my blouse. Then she quickly looked up at me again.
 
"Let's kiss some more!" she implored. "It's okay it doesn't count, remember?"
 
"What do you mean 'it doesn't count'?" I wanted to know.
 
"I mean it's just practice, okay? It - it doesn't mean anything so we can do whatever we want, you see?"
 
"Not really, but okay. And Tanya, you just can't tell your mom I was teaching you how to kiss. She'd have a bird!" I laughed, but meaning it all the same.
 
"Of course not silly! Besides I don't think my mom would want to know that I've got a crush on another girl, do you?"
 
"Probably not. But this is something you'll probably have to tell her eventually, " I cautioned her, recalling with a shudder my own dreadful experiences with 'coming out'. I felt certain though that Leanne would be far more understanding than my mother had been. "I will, but right now I want to practice kissing with you." Without wasting any time Tanya leaned across me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and planted her lush full lips square against mine, this time moving them around a little then parting them slightly. It was then I realized her lips and mouth were full grown adult size, something I knew in my head would be the case, but somehow I'd irrationally expected them to be smaller to match the rest of her. All sorts of crazy feelings were rushing through me at this point. I so wanted to just open my mouth and devour this young creature but I knew there might be no turning back. I was dizzy with excitement and my throat was achingly dry. A deep wet throbbing began in my loins and spread up through my breasts to elongate my sensitive nipples. I moaned as I felt her hot wet tongue start to push against my closed lips. "Wait Tanya!" I cried, pulling back from our kiss. "This is starting to 'count', and I need some air!" I gasped, fanning myself. "I know! That was so cool Carla! You're a great kisser!" "But honey, I don't want this to go any farther. Look, I'm 40 years old sweetheart, and your only 11. Maybe we shouldn't do this anymore," I reasoned.
 
In that moment Tanya looked shattered. Despite all her grown up precocity she was still just a young girl emotionally. I thought she might cry. "Besides," I said, "What about your friend?" I asked, trying to revive her spirits. "She's the one you want to be kissing and making it 'count'. I'm just your big old baby sitter. I bet she's much better looking than me and now you can teach her how to kiss." "I don't have to teach her," Tanya said sullenly. "You don't?" I asked puzzled. "No, she already knows how to kiss." "How do you know that?" "She - she told me." Tanya stared down into her lap. "Who is this girl, Tanya? "I - I can't tell you yet. But I will. Is that okay?" "Sure it is honey." "Besides, I don't care if you're 40," Tanya looked up at me seriously. I looked back at her squarely. "Gosh honey, but did you know that 14 years ago, before you were born, I was in graduate school? And that a full 15 years before that I graduated from high school? And that 7 full years before that I was the same age as you are now?" "Hey, so what? I'm the one who gets to decide if you're too old anyway, not you!" she giggled. "Yeah, but then I get to decide if you're too young, " I countered with a poke in her chest. "But we're just practicing so it doesn't count, remember?" "Okay, but you be good this time. No tongues, alright?" Oh boy, I thought, But Tanya was good - at least for a while. We stay locked in a light embrace for several minutes then with the heat obviously rising between us as our mouths moved softly against each other. This time we pulled away slowly and smiled. "That was nice," I whispered to her.
 
"Mmmm it sure was," Tanya replied, squeezing me tightly. We sat cuddled together for the next hour or so, behaving ourselves, watching TV, then snacking until Leanne came by to pick her up. "Was she any trouble?" Leanne asked me at the door. "Of course not. She's a real sweetheart. She can come back any time," I felt so guilty I couldn't look her in the eye as Tanya walked past me into the hall. "See ya tomorrow!" Tanya called out as she entered her doorway. I slowly closed my door then leaned my shoulders against it. What on earth was I going to do! I thought frantically. I headed for the shower and took a long look at my ancient body in the mirror and decided I wasn't so bad. My breasts were still firm and full and my figure still trim. I decided to trim my light brown bush between my legs and contemplated shaving it off completely. How absolutely depraved, I thought with a chuckle. Getting under the hot water brought back all the steamy emotions I'd been having on the couch with Tanya and it wasn't long before I had two fingers deep inside my pussy making myself come. It took only seconds and a slower and deeper orgasm followed in bed after I'd dried off and hopped under the covers naked. I drifted off to a troubled sleep however.

My New lil slut pt1

imalipliqr on Sex Stories

  hi all....  stuff like this never happens to me ....  and now i am a believer.  it was one of the most incredible experiences that i have ever had...    just had to tell someone.   let me know how you guys like it.   i am hoping there will be further adventures with this slut......                                                                                                       traveling along one of the state highways i notice a sign for a local swap
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meet...    i love these things and the bargains you can find....   little did i know the bargain in store for me ...   well i was wander around for about an hour and was checking out some misc. stuff when i notice this lil dish water blonde step up next to me checking stuff out herself.  it was a sunny day  but still a bit chilly in the morning .  she was wearing your basic white cotton spagetti strap sun dress and she was  definately feeling the chill of the morning as her nipples were  poking thru the material of the dress which caused me to do a double take.    at a quick glance i notice that although she seemed old than i she still had that girl next door appeal.    i checked out the veiw for a few seconds more and not wanting act like a perv.   i moved on to the next booth, but could help but to glance back for another look.   she appairently had disappeared into the crowd as it was quite busy for such a small swapmeet.    i just figured,  oh well being thankful for the veiw i had seen.   i turned abruptly not paying attention to where i was going and bumped right into her.    i apologized for being so clumsy and introduced myself,  she said her name was km and that it was her fault and that she had planned it..   so we could meet.     i didn't know what to say, except  "really"   she explained that she saw me staring at her titties and thought she give me a chance to cop a feel ......   but she was disappointed that i had "grabbed" at the chance..  well just then the crowd began to shove a little and she was pushed up against me.   i wasn't going to let her down again...  i frimly cupped my hand aroundher globe and rolled her nipple between my thumb and fore finger, thinking i would suprise her.    but i was the one shock as she at the same moment reach between my legs and grab on to the bulge in my tight jeans.   i suggested we find some place less crowded to really get to know one another....  but she said wanted to look around some more and asked if i wanted to go with her...  well i was a bit disappointed but agreed.   every chance she had she would reached behind her and stroke my hardening cock through my jeans.  she teased me for the next hour as we wander thru the crowd.   i kept my hands on her hips, whispering in her ear how horny she was making me.    she would only intensify the teasing,  she would stop suddenly, pushing her ass back into my stiff cock. i quickly caught on and began to tease her back by pulling her ass back into my cock rubbing it back and forth.  a couple of times, when the crowd was thick and we were stalled waiting for traffic to clear,  i hiked up the back of her dress and slipped a finger into her ass crack running it down between her legs..   i knew i was getting to her as she would slightly spread them so i could brush my finger against her swollen pussy lips...   she wasn't wearing anything under the dress and i could feel her pussy juice running down her thighs..    soon after that she grabbed my hand and led me out of the crowd to a treed cover area in the back of the dirt parking lot.  once we were out of site i couldn't wait ant longer and i drop to my knees pulling up her skirt to uncover her soakin bare pussy.  i threw one of her legs over my shoulder and shoved my tongue deep into her soaked pussy and began licking like there was no tomorrow cleaning up all the  juices that had already run out of her snatch.   then locating her protruding clit i began to suck and twirl it between my tongue and teeth.  while i was doing this she placed her hands on the back of my head and began to hump my face agressively.  i didn't mind as i then shove my middle finger into her drenched pussy to my third knuckle.  her juices quickly coated my finger as i knew it would.  i then pulled it out and ran it back to her asshole and as i shoved it pass her puckered hole she began to quiver as she reach her first orgasm.  i continued to suck on her clit and fingered her ass until she beg me to stop.  reluctently i let her push me away and as i step back she collapsed to the ground.   instantly she grabbed my 501's and in a single motion unsnap every button, exposing my rock hard erection.   she reached around my hips and grabbing my ass swallowed my cock  all the way to my ballsack,  as she hit bottom her tongue came out licking my balls, it was one of the greastest feelings i have ever felt.   her head then began to move like a jackhammer on my cock sucking it for all that it was worth.....   she really had in mind to make me cum deep down her throat,  but i had something more in mind.  i pulled her off my throbing cock and pushed her back against a tree.  i wrapped my arms under her knees and picked her up, thrusting my dick in her soaked pussy.  i pulled her down as i was thrusting up with such force our pelvic bones slammed together.  she squealed and began riding me to match my thrusts.  with her arms holding onto my neck i reached up and pulled her top down exposing her older but perfect tits with nipples almost an inch long .  as i began gnawing on them she started to thrash wildly.   " OH GOD ... I GONNA CUMM...  YES .. BITE HARD ...  HARDER ..."   as she drove herself down more forcfully than ever..    "OH GOD ... YES....   FUCK ME DEEP...  DEEPER..."  with the last thrust she held me deep in her and ground our pelvic bones together climaxing,.  her juices were flowing all over the both of us by now as she clutched on to me just shaking as i exploded deep into her hot juicey cunt...     as our muscles began to work again and she could stand.   i thanked her for the best experience of my travels so far....   she then said  " oh you're not a locale....   what a shame!    i wasn't quite finished with you yet!"   "oh really?...   well maybe i'll just have to hang  around for awhile then.... just to see what you have in mind!..."   i found out that she lived an hour or so away and gave her my cell number and told her to call me in about two hours and i would tell her what motel i was in.....    i found a rm at a motel near where she lived and the phone rang exactly two hours after i left her quivering in the trees.....     i'll be seeing her later and i'm sure i'll have another story too share......    she has a hungery lil cunt that i plan on feeding many more times..... 

Alpa's Hot Story

backwaters on Sex Stories

This is a story of an Indian Housewife named Alpa. She is one of those females who never gets enough. She is always sexually starved. To describe, she is a 28, a bit fat, 5ft. 8" height with gorgeous Legs, gigantic round ass & slightly sagging but big breasts. While at home, Alpa always wears an Indian Saree which is skin tight enabling her to expose her curves. She deliberately wears tight blouses so as to squeeze her breasts up, creating a long cleavage line which no one can help their eyes off on it.

 

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waste much of a time to tell anything about her day to day lifestyle or her relationships with her husband. All I can say is that her husband satisfies her to his best. Alpa gets fucked almost 5 times a week by her husband. But she never gets enough. Her husband is also aware, that she can be turned on anytime anywhere to quench her vaginal thirst. She is always on fire. Her Husband had to use climax spray to prolong, and during that time, she would climax twice or thrice, but still would want more.

 

Alpa is staying alone with her husband who goes to work in business hours. One afternoon, Alpa was feeling extremely horny and wanted some immediate flesh inside her burning pussy. In the morning she had asked the Washing machine service person to visit & fix the machine which was mal-functioned.

 

Soon, the bell rang & the service man of the washing machine company was at the door steps. Alpa in her saree, opened the door and was surprised to find a perfectly well-built handsome guy. She asked her to come inside. The naughty & naughtiest ideas started to explore in her mind.

 

She was wearing a Sleeveless blouse exposing her sexy, sensuous, fair & nicely shaped hands. The Blouse was low back-cut, exposing her beautiful back. The saree she wore was tight & the loose end was inserted tightly below her belly end. She always wore saree below her sexy naval. She has a very good standing pose and always stood perfectly erect showing her figure almost like a confident super model.

 

The Serviceman asked about the machine, and Alpa took him to the bathroom. While, the service guy was analyzing the machine, Alpa stood there pressing hard against the corridor and asked in seductive voice "Do you need some water ? " "No, Thanks" said the Service man. He was watching her as she stood in a very mischievous way. Whenever he looked at her, she would give a naughty seductive smile. He knew, there's no one at home.

 

The Machine got fixed and he said, that he needed to check. He asked her whether she could give some clothes so that he can load into the machine.

 

Alpa said "Well, there are no clothes, all of them had gone to laundry"..."the only clothes is which i am wearing...should I remove it and give it to you ??!!"

 

The serviceman gulped and said "well, mam if thats not a problem, ofcourse you can..." Alpa removed her saree slowly while gazing into the eyes of the serviceman. Her saree removing act was not less than a slow seductive strip show.  She gave the saree to him and smiled.

 

The serviceman indeed got the idea about her desire but at the same time, was tensed. Alpa, now stood there in her tight blouse & petticoat. The serviceman couldn’t help his eyes off the nicely shaped breasts struggling hard to be inside her blouse covered brassiere. There were drops of sweat on her cleavage & partially exposed breasts which was a hot sight for him. He loaded the saree in to the machine & smiled looking at her. Alpa asked, “wont you require some more clothes ?!”. At this, the serviceman got convinced that the girl is all for him & that he is going to enjoy this afternoon.

 

He said boldly  “Yes, mam, I would be grateful, if you could help me with your blouse !”

 

“Sure you have it, boy !” And she slowly unbuttoned her blouse while looking at the serviceman.

 

She removed the blouse slowly from her arms and handed over to him. The serviceman was dumbfounded while he stood gazing at those gigantic pairs tightly pressed in her bra which covered her tits partially. It was a great sight & was immediately stimulated making his penis full erect.

 

“Now….do you need my petticoat ?!”  she said

 

“Oh……sure mam,,,sure you can, if you don’t mind”

 

“My pleasure……!” “Can you unfasten the knot of my petticoat, I think its too tight…”

 

“sure mam” and then he came closer to her, while looking at her face, he took the knot in his hands and unfastened it. The Petticoat went loose and he allowed it to fall on her feet. The sense of pre-cum was already felt by him.  

 

To his surprise, she wore no Panties !. He looked at her, while she said “No boy….I don’t like to wear panties…” and gave a very mischievous smile. She pressed her lower lip between her teeth and gave some horniest gesture to him.

 

“Can I remove you bra…mam ?”

 

“Sure boy, your washing machine still needs some good load, isn’t it? Go ahead” she turned back leaned her body slightly down and faced the wall while keeping her hands on the wall ! A magical sight was that for the serviceman. He thought how good it would be to rub his penis on her sexy, gorgeous, smooth & silky back.

 

He unstrapped the bra and slowly slipped the lace over her arms. He placed his hands on her waist & turned her facing towards him. The bra cups were still hanging on her breasts. He slowly dragged the cups and let her bare breast exposed. The spotless milky white breasts hung & were begging to be sucked. The nipples were already erect and was almost half-an-inch long. He looked at her and said “you are very beautiful lady…mam !”

 

Without waiting further, Alpa planted her mouth on his lips and gave a very sensuous kiss. She grabbed his hands and took her to the bedroom. The service mad couldn’t wait and removed all his clothes. He pushed Alpa on the bed and came on top of her. He started squeezing her large breasts and biting her nipples. 

 

She became terribly horny & her cunt was on fire. Her sexual behaviors always had an animal instinct. She grabbed his head from behind and forced his face on her twat. She spread her legs wide. He immediately started licking her pussy which was already wet and pouring out hot juices. He licked and licked while she kept moaning loud and louder “aaah……yes…..... fuck…it.….lick it….you  smart boy….tongue fuck me …..lick ….meeee……..ooooooohhhh”

 

He did it skillfully until she screamed and reached her first climax. Then she grabbed his hairs and pulled him towards her face. She placed her mouth on his & while kissing, turned him besides. She went down and kissed his penis & licked his balls. She was a great cock sucker. She took his entire penis in her mouth and started sucking. She did it for few minutes and then lied on her back. She said “Now fuck me….common….but don’t you dare climax ….I need you to prolong & keep fucking me ….is it ok ? !”

 

He came on top, inserted his penis in to her canal & started sliding in & out. He was too close to climax. He would stop for few seconds and would do it again…would stop and do it again…so on until Alpa gave her second orgasm.

 

“Now fuck me from behind….give me a dog shot” …”but remember,,,,don’t you climax”

 

“ok mam…..” He inserted from behind and as he fucked, he could see her large ass cheeks swaying too & fro, which made him to hold his pressure, uncontrollable.

 

“mam…I’m too close to climax. If I continue, I may fire my load in to you…”

 

“Ok. Then fuck me in my ass, do you like that ?”

 

“I never tried but I feel that as a dirty sex”

 

“Then that’s fine, think as a dirty sex, you might control of your seminal pressure then” “c’mmon now, insert your prick in my ass…do it now !”

 

“Ok mam !”  He inserted his penis which was tough for him, as the asshole was real tight.

 

But surprisingly, she did’nt feel any pain. He started fucking her slowly in her ass, but was again excited as the flesh of her asshole grabbed her penis more & more tighter.

 

“Mam…I cant control”

 

“Ok then, remove & place your mouth again on my pussy…lick me!”

 

She lied on her back again, spread her legs wide, while he placed his face on her cunt, and started licking it.

 

“Wow…that’s so great….suck me….suck me” “Insert your finger please….”

 

He did so and finger fucked her for next few minutes.

 

“Now enter me…..and you may explode inside me” she said with a smile.

 

He entered his hungry penis again and started fucking….

 

“Why you so lame…..boy… fuck me harder you asshole” said Alpa.

 

He gained his speed & gave strong harder thrusts. Finally they both climaxed together while he fired a big load of cum inside her & she shivered to a thrilling orgasm.

 

“Wow, that was great…” the service man said.

 

“I need you to get one of your friend next time….I think I cant get satisfied with one lame fucker….” “do it for me …..come tomorrow with your friend .&...both of you can fuck me like animals….is it ok?”

 

“ I am speechless mam !  I’ll do it for sure”

 

Carol

Luckymann on Sex Stories

    

             Carol

Over the years, I had developed many friends through my hobbies of CB radio and auto racing. Many an evening was spent enjoying one of our coffee and bullshit gatherings that seemed to develop spontaneously. Someone over the radio would suggest meeting at a Sambo’s for coffee, and, before you knew it, twenty, thirty people, sometimes more, would show up.

Most of us also ordered something to eat while we were there. So, the manager at the local Sambo’s allowed us to

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freely use his back room and help ourselves to the coffee. We were a sober, but boisterous, group. But, since we had the back room to ourselves, the restaurant manager didn’t mind the noise. He often assigned his best waitress to work exclusively with our group. She, in turn, usually received a very nice tip from us. She frequently picked up a couple hundred dollars in tips for just a couple hours of easy work. Once we all had our food, she, more often than not, joined us. Due to the nice tips and fun atmosphere, Sambo’s waitresses were eager to serve us.

All but one, that is. There was one particular waitress who didn't like or appreciate us at all. She was an older lady who just wasn’t up to the noise and bustle of serving so many people at once. She was also a bit on the crabby side. We refered to her as Granny Grump. While most of the waitresses laughed and joked with us, and returned our smart remarks with comments of their own, Granny hated our racket. She especially didn’t like our self-help with the coffee. As Granny worked our group, she quickly became nervous, and her hands trembled.

Granny was indirectly responsible for my meeting Carol and her family.

The fateful night I met Carol, she and her family had, for the first time, joined our CB group at Sambo’s. Carol was a large woman. She stood about 5'8", and she weighed well over 350 pounds. She was married to Bill, also a large person. They had four children, two boys 6 and 15, and two girls 11 and 13. Carrie, the 13-year-old girl, was seated directly across from me at our large table.

As Granny served soft drinks and water to the children, a glass of iced water fell off her tray. Carrie, with a shriek, caught most of the cold water on her head and chest. Most of our group began loudly laughing after we realized no one was hurt. Nobody was upset over what was obviously an accident, except maybe Carrie.

Granny, instead of getting a towel to clean up the water, just stood there. She repeatedly said, "I didn't do that!"

Being a natural born smart-ass, I asked Granny, "You have ghosts in here, or what?" "Oh, I know, the glass just jumped off your tray and onto Carrie's head, all by it self." I said, with just a touch of sarcasm.

Wagging my finger at the offending glass, I said, "Bad glass! Bad glass!" The glass was thus duly admonished.

I then teased Carrie by asking, "Carrie, why did you pour that water over your head? Is it that hot in here?"

Carrie began laughing about her wet head with the rest of us.

When Granny didn't seem to be making any effort to get a towel, I took the initiative, got a towel, and gave it to Carrie. Carrie dried herself, and our evening continued.

With his apologies, the manager quickly replaced Granny with another waitress.

Over the next, few months, I became friends with Carol, and her family. They soon joined me as I raced my car at the local dirt track.

As it turned out, Bill was a workaholic. He put in sixty to eighty hours a week, every week, at his job as a machinist. Though he made good money, he was never available to his family. He was either working or sleeping. Only the racing seemed to give them an opportunity to be together as a family.

After a while, I had begun attending the kids' sporting events and school activities in Bill's place. One night, Bill told me he appreciated my help with his family activities. Little did he know, Carol had been giving hints she wanted me to assist Bill in other family duties, as well.

For several weeks Carol had been making comments and doing things that indicated she could be easily had. Comments such as, "I haven't had a sex life for such a long time," and "I wish I had a lover like you." She frequently asked intimate questions about my activities with my dates. Whenever she passed by me, she always let a hand brush my back or my ass.

One Friday night, after a tough evening at the race track, we went back to Bill and Carol’s home, and I had a few drinks. Neither Bill nor Carol drank that night. Bill was getting ready to return to work. He said they had a rush order to get out. Carol convinced me I had been drinking too much to drive home, and suggested I stay there. She said I could sleep on their couch. Before leaving for work, Bill also told me I should stay.

They were probably right. I had consumed a good deal of alcohol. Very soon after that, I removed my clothes under the blanket Carol had provided, I had dozed off. I was fast asleep even before Bill left for work.

The next thing I knew, Carol was on her knees in front of the couch, kissing all over my face, and rubbing my flat, hard belly. My job helped keep me in excellent condition. As I slowly awoke, I quickly noticed Carol had changed into a white, see-through, nightgown. I could easily see her huge tits.

With a smile, I asked, "Carol, what are you trying to do?"

Just above a whisper, she answered, "I've wanted you for a long time. Will you make love to me?"

Without saying a word, I reached out and cupped one of Carol’s tremendous tits in my hand. One hand was not enough for a boob that big. When I firmly squeezed her tit, Carol groaned, thrust her tongue into my mouth, and let her hand slide down to cup my balls through my underwear.

When we broke our kiss, Carol suggested we get on the carpeted living room floor. There was no way we could both fit on her couch. Carol lay on her back, and I simply rolled off the couch, and gently landed on top of her fat-bloated body.

In short order, Carol’s nightgown had been pulled off her shoulders and arms exposing her massive tits. Her nipples were already hard as stones and centered in silver dollar sized aureoles.

I had come to enjoy big girls and their big tits. With the alcohol I had consumed earlier still affecting me, I massaged, sucked, pinched, and nipped those tits with a great deal of enthusiasm.

"Work my tits hard, Baby," Carol instructed. "I like it when they’re played with real rough. Just don't leave any marks."

I didn’t leave any marks, but my enthusiastic attack of Carol’s tits continued for quite some time. The rougher I treated her tits, the more Carol moaned her approval. It became a challenge for me to see if I could get her to admit that her tits were hurting. After about twenty minutes of rough attention to her tits, I took each nipple between my thumb and forefingers, pinched very hard, and pulled straight up.

With Carol’s nipples pinched and pulled nearly a foot away from her chest, her tits looked like huge, inverted, funnels. Carol groaned, closed her eyes, and asked, "Will you please fuck me now?"

Carol had already raised and spread her knees. Her nightgown was bunched around her waist. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I pushed my underwear down to my ankles and sat on my heels between her legs. Her bush and swollen pussy lips glistened with her lubricating moisture.

As I placed my cock’s head at the opening to Carol’s pussy, she said, "I am very fertile. If you cum in me, I will probably get pregnant."

What the hell did I care? She was the one that was married, not me.

With one quick thrust, I buried my cock in Carol’s cunt. With a gasp, she lifted her ass off the floor to meet my thrust. Her pussy was a little on the sloppy side. I guess four kids can do that to a pussy.

Even though Carol’s pussy wasn’t as tight as it could have been, she sure used it enthusiastically. After my initial entry, she seemed to take over. She pulled me down to her chest and bucked like a rodeo horse. Her level of athletic activity surprised me. All I had to do was keep a firm grip on her tits as handles, hang on, and enjoy the ride. As her orgasm approached, she pulled the blanket off the couch, held it tightly to her mouth, and muffled her voice as she yelled, "I cuming!"

With one final thrust, Carol held her ass, and me, off the floor as her orgasm engulfed her. With a broad smile on her face, she slowly lowered her ass back to the floor.

Only then, did I begin to stroke in and out of Carol’s cunt. When I told her I was getting close to cuming, Carol held me tightly. In a serious voice, she again said, "You can cum in me if you want, but I will probably get pregnant."

A few more deep thrusts, and I pulled out of Carol’s pussy. I dumped my load on her bush and belly.

As I rolled off Carol, she brought a hand down to the puddle of warm cum on her abdomen. She spread my cum all over her belly, then put her fingers to her lips, and licked them clean.

As she pulled her fingers from her mouth, she said, "Mmmmmm! Get back on the couch, Baby."

I did, and Carol proceeded to carefully and thoroughly lick my cock and balls clean. When she finished, she kissed me and headed off to her bedroom for the night.

Saturday morning, nothing was said about our late night adventure. However, even her kids noticed Carol was in a very good mood. When Bill came in from work, she greeted him with a kiss and served him his breakfast.

Over the next several months, Carol, her family, and I continued spend time together. Whenever I wasn’t working, or didn’t have a date, I would frequently hang out at their place.

When a big late-model dirt track race was scheduled in Tucson, Arizona, I asked Carol and her family if they wanted to go with me. I would not be driving but watching from the stands.

It was a day race, and as usual, Bill had to be at work that evening. He had to be at work before we would be able to get back to town. He did, however, encourage Carol and the kids to go with me.

The drive down was uneventful. During the race, Carol would sneak pats to my ass whenever the kids weren’t looking. I was thinking I would probably get some pussy from her when we got home later that night.

After the races, we stopped for a bite to eat, then headed toward home. Dusk was rapidly approaching as we traveled north on the interstate. It had been a long day, and, with their bellies full, all four kids were soon fast asleep in the back seat of my car. Carol reached back and lightly touched each one.

When she was satisfied they were all soundly sleeping, Carol slid over next to me and kissed my cheek. She got no response. She placed her hand on my crotch and kissed my lips. My eyes never left the road. She asked, "Does anything disturb you while you’re driving?"

"No! I answered. "I consider myself a better driver than most people on the road, and I consider paying attention critical to what I’m doing. Knowing what's going on all around me keeps me alive on the race track and the freeway."

She said, "I'll bet I know something that will distract you a little. Let me show you."

With that, Carol unzipped my pants, reached in, and took my semi-erect cock out. With a final glance at her kids, she twisted in the seat and lay in my lap, facing my cock. No easy task for a gal her size.

I ran the power seat back so her head wouldn’t interfere with the steering wheel.

Carol began by slowly licking up and down the under side of my cock. In the mean time, she unhooked my belt and loosened my pants. That gave her unobstructed access to my cock and balls. By then, I had a full erection.

After several minutes of licking, a drop of pre-cum had appeared on the head of my cock. Carol very slowly ran her tongue over and around the top of my cock’s head and lapped up the pre-cum. She then took just the head of my cock into her mouth.

I gently stroked the short brown hair on the back of her head. I still hadn’t let my eyes leave the road.

Carol swirled her tongue around my cock’s head several times. She then proceeded to slowly take my shaft into her mouth. Her tongue continued swabbing the shaft as she took my cock's head to the back of her mouth then pulled up. When she again had just my the head in her mouth, she immediately started back down. She repeated the process over and over without hesitation. All the while, her mouth maintained a nice firm suction, and her tongue never stopped swabbing me.

After several minutes of Carol’s treatment, I whispered to her. "I'm about to cum." I tensed, lifted my hips, and began pumping my load deep into her mouth.

Carol took me to the back of her mouth and started swallowing as fast as she could. She swallowed every bit of my cum. She didn’t let a single drop escape her mouth. When I had finished cuming, Carol licked me clean, gave my cock’s head a lip-smacking kiss, and sat up. In the last fading light of the day, I could see a big grin on Carol’s face.

Looking at her grin caused me, for the first time that day, to take my eyes off the freeway.

"You really don’t let anything break your concentration when you're driving, do you?" She asked.

"Nothing!" I replied, as I reached over and firmly pinched her left nipple.

                             

To Love, Honor and Obey

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    It is only now, when I look back over the many stories I have compiled here, that I am beginning to realise the extent to which my life has been governed by extreme sexual experience. It is almost as if God had singled me out at birth as a terrestrial beta site, to monitor the effects on the human condition of aggravated sexual opportunity.

    Whether or not you the reader, can accept the truth of this latest disclosure, matters not one iota. The fact is, that despite all the attending circumstances and the ensuing marital dysfunctionality, that particular evening remains a searing indictment of human weakness but equally, the hottest sex

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ual encounter I have ever had the dubious privilege of participating in - and that to include the machinations of Harper Valley.

    Heading into my late twenties, my wife of some four years was only twenty-two and with still the body, aura and in many ways naivety, of a young girl. We had one daughter who at the time was almost four. She has no part in this recollection, I hasten to add

    The previous year, Melissa had miscarried late and had taken it badly. Blaming as some girls do, especially in the absence of any other cause - herself, the marriage had since been negotiating some rocky highways and byways. Back then we lived in the beautiful Blue Mountains in Sydney's west - some four thousand feet above sea-level in an enormous though some might say risky old home built on a steep cliff face that looked across at the sprawling Jamieson Valley - a Grand Canyonesque lookout. Supported on huge thirty foot concrete staunchions sunk into the ground below the house, anything above 5.0 on the Richter Scale would have closed down any and all options for a continuance of life.

    We loved the place though and holed up there mid-winter with snow outside, a roaring fire in the grate and a glass or three of whatever champagne was on special that week. We were doing alright, well up until the miscarriage anyway. I was working as a teacher in the city then and with the slow-haul two hour train-trip home a couple of nights a week I wasn't back until near-midnight having to pull down a late shift Tuesdays and Thursdays.

    The previous few years we had changed houses a couple of times and were on a first name basis with every Real Estate agent in the upper mountains. A couple of them we used to see on a regular social basis, including Rob Carter who had actually sold us the cliff-top edifice. Rob didn't especially appeal to me - all glitz with little depth but hey, his wife Adrienne more than made up for it. Unfortunately, she wasn't to be part of this little tale either.

    The previous couple of weeks Melissa had been particularly morose and short on humor. Whenever I would try to negotiate some emotional inroads, asking if she would like to talk about things, all she would say is "You know what the problem is honey, just have to let me handle it." Then she would give me a quick kiss and smile that pretty smile she had totally perfected. It was all I could do to go to work some mornings!

    The day in question, I had decided to drive to the city being my late-shift and consequently faced a two-way journey free of peak-hour traffic. The afternoon offered-up nothing remarkable and with a slower than average evening, I figured I would close-up the training room (I worked for a major city newspaper, teaching cadet journalists) and head off to my mountain retreat.

    Back almost an hour and a half early, not only was I surprised to see Rob's new Landcruiser out the front of our place, I could have sworn that was his business-partner Craig Letchworth's Beamer parked right behind him. "Hmmm, the plot thickens?" I was deliberating, as I approached the front door. "Surely she's not planning on us selling the house?" I began to wonder abstractedly. On opening it, I was further astounded to find no-one in either the lounge or dining room. The least incisive of minds could filter out the only remaining possibility - I think I already knew subconsciously, the instant I had seen Rob's car.

    An unlikely calm descended upon me and I was in no rush even to make evident the shameful betrayal - perhaps some part of me "understood?" As it was, I quietly opened my daughter's bedroom door - the master bedroom was closed I noted and sounds from within were now audible. Female ecstasy is hard to suppress!.

    Little Danielle was sleeping like an angel, I kissed her and stayed for a few moments looking down at the bed. The vulnerability of children, little girls especially, is sometimes quite overwhelming.

    Leaving her sound asleep, I walked up the hall to our room. "Funny" I was thinking, in all the years we had been together I couldn't recall ever closing our bedroom door. Not figuring to make this easy on anyone, I simply opened it and walked in.

    Hard to remain calm and objective when one is confronted by what amounts to the supranormal. Every person there was affected differently. I think I was by far the calmest - being in shock.

    Rob, frozen in time mid thrust, simply paled into a sickly grey, his eyes instinctively dropping to my hands, expecting one supposes to see there - some sort of automatic weapon.

    Craig, performing an exemplary job of holding Melissa's right leg so far clear of the bed she looked like Nadia Comaneci in training, just stared blankly. His left hand I could see was still atop my young wife's pussy, just centimetres from Rob's penetrative drill-bit. Stationary now, I assume he had been fingering her in whatever ingress was available, given the indignities being perpetrated upon her.

    A third man, whose first name I recalled was Gary - another wannabe real estate magnate, was kneeling with his back to the door, kissing Melissa with a decided passion, as he permitted his hands the luxury of traversing her quite small but undeniably sexy breasts. Her nipples I noted were willing participants, to judge by their wholly erect status. Being the last to become aware of my presence inside the doorway, Gary was still fondling her breasts with breathless enthusiasm, even as the remainder of the tableau ground to a sudden halt.

    And then there was Melissa herself.. To say she blushed would be to critically understate the situation. Withdrawing her right hand instantly from what I can now only suppose was Gary's underpants, she just covered her face with her hands - no one spoke!

   "I can explain...." Rob began. I cut him off.

   "No Rob, you can't 'explain,' I said, "There's no words to adequately cover this situation. Tell me, "I added, staring at him, "How would you feel if you got home and found Adrienne being fucked senseless by the fridge mechanic?" He didn't answer, choosing instead to stare at the carpet.. What now in hindsight is almost laughable, he hadn't even withdrawn from the depths of Melissa's pussy.

    "Whatever went out the window that night in terms of marital trust, I have to freely admit to you all, that seeing Melissa naked with those three men on our bed and in so submissive a position, was arousing me to the point of total forgiveness. I turned to leave the room.

    "Where are you going?" Craig muttered nervously, suspecting perhaps that I kept a loaded rifle in the broom cupboard.

    "I'm going to pour myself a drink actually," I told him, "Can I get you guys anything?" Craig and Gary looked at each other like I was just this side of committable. They made like they were about to withdraw from the action.

    "Hey guys," I said, "No point you stopping now - may as well keep going - I'm sure Melissa can hold up her end? What about you Gary? Have you fucked her yet?" " Perhaps in partial shock - but he shook his head.

    "Well there you go," I replied, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. After Rob finishes there," I inclined my head towards her still gaping legs, " Take up some of the slack Gary and plough a few wild oats why don't you?'

     Melissa then began sobbing.

    "It wasn't their fault," she whimpered, "They didn't force me into it - I said they could come over."

    "Well hey, that's great 'Lissa," I answered, "We're all friends here, no harm done. Tell you what....let me fuck you now and then we can just see what the rest of the night brings by way of excitement." This at least had the effect of causing Rob to withdraw his semi-deflated prick which even in that condition was, I could see, a tool to be reckoned with.

    I couldn't tell you why but right then, the thought of fucking my wife senseless - basically humiliating her in front of that gathered assembly was the turn-on of all turn-ons. At that moment, she leaned across to pick up her bra and panties that someone had thoughtfully left at the side of the bed.

    "No...leave them off Melissa," I said. Something in my tone made her look up at me. "I'm serious sweetheart," I continued, "I'm going to fuck you right here, right now - so you may as well lay back and enjoy it." Giving her no time to ponder this, I walked directly to the foot of the bed, lifted her legs and spread her fully indecently right there at the edge of the quilt.. Somehow that sexy little slit had never looked more appealing. Perhaps it was just the vulnerable situation of my young wife naked and spreadeagled before three other men? Perhaps I was just so fully unhinged at that point, my gyroscope was off-center and I had a subconscious need to assert my manhood before my peers.

    The fact she was crying both with embarrassment and I suppose shame at her discovered betrayal, was just icing on the cake. I couldn't spread her enough now and given the disproportionately engorged state of my erection, I needed every degree available.

    Penetrating her, as one might a slut on heat, I was but barely cognizant of any marital bond. I simply had to punish Melissa for her transgressions and forcing myself ever deeper, I noticed with almost dispassionate acceptance...the other men's cum leaking now from her denigrated pussy as little white strings trickled down the inside of her thighs. In my highly aroused state I motioned to Rob and Gary to hold her legs for me.

    It was not what you might adjudge the average consummated act. I was raping her as surely as I breathe - and I wasn't handling that aspect all that well right then either.

   For her part - perhaps out of guilt, maybe in a state of uncontrolled lust - I neither knew or cared which, Melissa's tear-stained face began to respond to my wicked incursions. Her hips too, free of any emotional reticence, began to buck with pleasure, thrusting her pussy up to meet the penetrative invader.

   "I'm sorry Noel," Rob muttered, caressing Melissa along the length of her pussy even as I was fucking her, "But this is so damned hot - I just don't know what to say. Your wife is just so sexy.'

    "Ain't that the truth?" I was thinking as the light turned green and I expelled at Mach 4 at least, every last chromosome I had on board. Melissa simply lay there gasping as I emptied the store-room. Her lovely breasts I noted were jiggling as I continued pumping her, Craig's eyes I could see peering lustfully at that very area of her chest.

    "It's OK Craig," I grinned "Do what you like with her tits, it's on the house!"

    Melissa looked across pleadingly at me as I returned her glance with what probably appeared to be total disdain. Whatever she had been about to say - she withheld, and offered no resistance to Craig's hands as they began fondling her breasts and tugging on her nipples lewdly. If anything I detected some pleasured wriggling at the indecent contact.

    "You're up Gary," I said, turning to my left, indicating he should replace me on the Bridge.

    "Y-You mean I can er, actually do it...with her?" he muttered.

    "Yeah," I replied simply. "Fuck her as hard and as long as you want."

     He didn't need any further prompting and extricating what was understandably a healthy boner, he had her moaning in ecstasy in seconds.

     I gotta say - making eye contact with Melissa as this guy's cock rammed its socially forbidden way up her still tight little slit was quite some emotional wrench - I suspect for both of us. From her viewpoint, shamefully arousing - being taken like a slut in front of her husband while other mens' hands groped her non-stop. From my viewpoint - equally shameful pride at my wife's slim and fully exposed body being treated like a Cro-magnon fuck-fest.

    Either way, Gary was certainly not pondering the semantics of the situation, nor I think dwelling on his own marital obligations. He was simply porking unromantically but most effectively let it be said, a young girl that I had noticed previously he had eyed-off quite unashamedly, in the realtor office when we had winged in there several months earlier.

    "Fuck she is so hot," he muttered, approaching the final square. He only needed a six to win. Melissa, her eyes closed now, was thrusting her hips up to meet her partner's incoming impregnator and gasping in full sexual arousal. What Craig was doing to her tits is no-one's business, while Rob was continuing to play with her pussy lips and seemingly content to massage leaking cum into her thighs and lower abdomen.

    "I'm going to fill her cunt," Gary announced to no-one in particular as he proceeded to do just that. Melissa I knew, was not used to vulgarisms like this, yet she showed no untoward reaction to his words - if anything I detected the onset of a sexy smile. Personally, hearing reference to my young wife's "cunt" was a massive turn-on, I hoped there might be more.

    Figuring that this was a good place for a Commercial break, I told them I would be back after checking on my daughter and that they could make up their own rules as they went along so far as Melissa was concerned. The look she gave me as I exited the room was priceless.

    "You heard the man," was the last thing I heard as I closed the door behind me.

     Little Danielle had barely moved, still lying on her side, no doubt dreaming of that which little girls do and blissfully unaware of her mom's (for the most part - willing) sexual degradation just two doors down the hallway. I intended it should stay that way!

     Pulling the door to, I decided now was as good a time as any to pour myself that double shot of Black Label. The others could wait till they get home I rationalised. Letting them suck and fuck my twenty-two year old wife was right neighborly enough surely? no need to go overboard and bequeath them my best Scotch too!

     On my return they were neither sucking or fucking her however! Either of her own volition or at someone's kinky behest, Melissa had pulled her skimpy black lace panties back on and was rather indelicately draped across Rob's knee right there on the edge of the bed. Her legs kicking like an embarrassed schoolgirl and with Craig and Gary enjoying a handful of jiggling breast each, 'Lissa's shapely bottom was receiving some seriously hard spanking.

    "That hurts," she whimpered as Rob's hand set her right hand ass-cheek quivering beneath the almost see-thru material. Visually, I have to say I could have gotten to like watching this on a regular basis. To be honest, I had never spanked her - even playfully. That she deserved such treatment was beyond question though - I just hoped the sound of male hand descending on sexy female backside, did not awaken my daughter. That might have been hard to explain!...."Mommy's just playing sweetheart!"

    As I entered, Rob looked up. "Don't mind us doing this to your wife do you Noel?" Right then I was actually visualising Adrienne in her own tight little panties, across my knee - and how sexy her rear-end would look, as I so indecently heated it up. I wondered what Rob might think of that little scenario. A loud cry from Melissa as one of Rob's spanks connected with her upper thigh brought me back to Earth.

    "Hey guys," I said, "Tone it down a bit would you? Don't want our small daughter waking up and asking questions thanks.

    "Let me have a turn," Gary chipped in, stepping up to the podium as it were. Rob stayed his hand and proffering Melissa's far-from sated little rear, looked on as Gary delivered the first of several quite hard spanks across both ass-cheeks. If I didn't know better, I would swear she was arching her back with pleasure whilst at the same time pressing down with her pussy on the side of his knee.

     Either way, there could be no doubting the arousal-value of her sexy little breasts, as they jiggled there in full view of an entranced audience, in response to each contacted spank. Rob and Craig in fact were availing themselves of her bra-less state, groping and fondling her nipples with reckless abandon. It wasn't a scene her father could ever have envisaged let's say, not to mention the Catholic Priest who married us.

     One could only make the comment that the evening degenerated into even grayer areas after that. Once you have defined the sexual playing-field, established the willingness and almost limitless complicity of the sole female team-member (especially at just twenty-two) the rules of the game are no longer governed by the Marquess of Queensbury.

     After the spanking session ran its course and predictably Craig insisted on delivering his six on her bare bottom, the other two delighting in the opportunity to pull her panties down once more, as her token resistance ran its course......we tied her up and acted rather badly.

     All four of us raped her - there being no other way to describe what we perpetrated upon that helpless and restrained set of curves. Melissa is only a small girl - not even five-three in bare feet and weighing-in at no more than 120 pounds, hardly in a position to repel the sexual advances of four adult males.

     Passing out with sensory overload more than once, we had her conventionally on her back, standing - while held up by two men in rotation, face-down on the quilt and of course, on all fours - that delightfully rosy little backside almost detracting from the inner dripping cavern it so zealously guarded.

     My own participation of course, I viewed as just punishment. I wanted her humiliated, used and abused - 'till death do us part' pretty much. I think she sensed this - even as Gary fucked her mercilessly in the position favored by any self-respecting Husky, 'Lissa just looked across at me with an expression clearly implying, "Is this degrading enough for you?"

     When finally the three of them left - unable to walk except in extreme discomfort one imagines, I just looked down at her cum-splattered body - red-raw sore, bruised and hand-marked as it was...and you know, inside I just felt...nothing.

    Crawling beneath the covers, I was asleep long before she returned from the shower.

(C) Peter_Pan 2006

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The Wilder Side of Life

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The darkness had over taken me, and I was its slave.  I was a prisoner of its lust and wonder and of my own desires.  I was in heat and in love with own body.

 

I was 25 then, 4’11’ 90 pounds, slim and tanned by the sun, my dark red hair braded into two pigtails tightly woven and held together by red bows.  My emerald eyes and cherub face always made me look younger than I was.

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mso-spacerun: yes">  I was single, as I had been all my life, an orphan since my 15th birthday I grew up taking care of myself.  I had inherited a small home just outside town nestled in the country, and for years had survived on what I grew and knew.

 

I had a petite body and worse I had a figure like a boy, a young boy at that.  I was 32-28-32.  My breasts are more flat than raised and only my nipples stood out to prove they were there at all.  Since I had been alone most of my life, I had learned to take pleasure in playing with them.  I would allow my vacuum cleaner hose to be my lover and a pair of clothes pins to be their fingers.  I would use them to tease myself and make me hotter as I fantasized about having someone else to please me.  I made a wheel that I could peddle and placed soft pliable rubber nipples from bottles on it, and then I would pretend it was the mouth that devoured me as I spun it between my legs.  Sometimes when I was really hot I used my broom handle or plunger handle to tease my insides. 

 

So was my existence in this lonely existence.  It was meager and poor and desolate as well.  Then one day I began to explore around my countryside.

 

I knew the nearest neighbor I had was two miles south of me back towards the small town.  The other directions I knew of an old abandoned house and nothing more within four miles.  So I pranced out a trail through the dense woods until I came to a barb wire fence.  That told me someone had at least been here before.

 

It was early that Tuesday morning, I was wearing a pair of cut off jeans so short that had my ass been more than flat it would have bulged out the back sides.  I had a cut off t-shirt that was white and plain and fell below my flat breast.  Under those I had nothing but desire.  I strolled up to the fence and gazed into a thicket and as I spied around I saw it was the back of an old graveyard. 

 

I skidded inside the loose runs of jagged wire and as I did my shirt caught at the back and snagged a large piece of it.  I stood up and looked at the two inch piece of cloth dangling on the rusted wire and sort of wished it had yanked it off me instead.  Then I walked around the stones that were very old, most had dates before the turn of the last century well over a hundred years ago.  As I slunk up the small ridge I was looking for the entrance when I came upon an old stone building, a tomb.  It was in the center and stood nearly nine feet tall and was twice as long and wide as high.  The iron bars over the front of it had fallen to one side and the interior was easily accessible.  I peered in and saw what looked like a stone pedestal and two old coffins on it.  Another pedestal barren was beside it and I could see torches mounted on the walls but the back of it was black and dark.

 

So I scurried further into the graveyard to explore there first and when I topped the small hill in front of me, I was greeted by the dense woods again.  The gate at the entrance had been overgrown by vines and weeds and I could see nothing except trees and brush.

 

The barb wire fence around it had gaps missing and rolled up and I knew that this place had been abandoned like me.  So I slowly waltzed around and as I did the morning sun grew warm overhead and I became hot outside and in.

 

I was making my way all around the three acres that were taken up by it, maybe more, and as I did I found myself dreaming that one of these in this place were alive maybe even a ghost, and I found my hands slowly caress my lower breast and nipples a few times.  I had made my way to a stone that was nearly as tall as I was, and as I rested and looked up to the nearly cloudless blue sky, I pulled up my top and dropped it onto the stone I leaned on, and the felt the air on my bare breasts.  It made me want to do more, so I unsnapped my shorts and placed them on top of my shirt and stood upright slightly parting my legs so my hand could dabble inside my thighs.

 

I was dabbling with throwing myself on the ground when a brisk cooling wind flew over me.  It was so refreshing and strong that I lost my balance and fell face first down.  I raised myself to my knees and let its cool winds flow over in and around my bottom.

 

I stayed in that position for a long time, and I rested on my face as I allowed my fingers to tease and twist my nipples harshly while the wind caressed my ass.  Then as I felt my inner desires building my fingers slid downward and I began to taunt myself into frenzy.  The next thing I knew I had a finger inside my pussy and one in my asshole probing at the same time until I came loudly.  I howled like a pup in heat and I was just that, a Bitch in search of sex.

 

When I came I reared myself upright and walked back to the stone, but just as I was about to take my clothes and leave I saw the tomb again.  This time it called to me.  I mean I felt a desire like nothing I ever knew to walk right in naked and I had no ideal why.

 

I bravely walked up the ridge to it and dashed inside the opening and as I did I was drawn to empty pedestal and once there my hot flesh was tossed onto the cold dusty stone of it.  The chill made me shiver and cry out until my hands found a nipple and my clit.  I fingered my pussy like mad.  I tweaked my nipples until I yelled from it and as I did I had the hottest deepest orgasm ever.  The wave of pleasure flowed from through and all over me for many, many long moments.  I was jittering as I started to climax and I shuttered and yelped madly as I came again and again.  Then as my wave subsided I sat up on my elbows and began to gaze around.  My eyes which I had closed during my lusting had now become accustomed to the dimness.  The walls of gray were block and rough and adorned with only three torches held by metal grips.  They looked usable and still able to work as I examined them and the two drab brown coffins beside me less than two feet away.  They rested side by side both faded bronze and maybe iron rusted by time.  I looked at them and began to wonder what the skeletons of those who had died would look like.  I was still hot but not nearly as hot as when I came in there as I stood up and moved close enough to place my hand on the outside one.

 

I was just about to run when I heard a sort of growling that made me shiver and freeze.  My heart raced as I was sure it was coming from an angry guest inside the coffin, and as I moved away quickly I fell back on the empty pedestal spilling my body and throwing my legs wide apart.  In fear I trembled as I heard the sound grow closer.  Then as I felt tears fall from my eyes the head of a big black dog appeared and right between my legs.  It was big, some sort of short haired large dog.  It was black with a small brown stripe on its head and while it seemed friendly I was still so scared by the thought of the ghost that I just froze and spoke not a word.  It reared up on the pedestal using its front paws to support itself as I trembled on and on.  I couldn’t speak nor move and as I stayed froze it began to sniff at my body.  First it sniffed my feet and legs and then upward until its snout rested between my legs.

 

I looked at it intently and as I slowly came to realize there was no ghost it seemed to enjoy spouting hot blast from its nostrils onto my very wet hot box.  I was about to rise to pet it as a rough wet slobbering tongue lapped my right outer fold and then left outer lip.  That feeling threw me for a loop and made me squeal with desire and howl with pleasure.  The beast was eager to explore me as my salty extract was leaking and as it did again, I felt myself begin to cream heavy.  The more I drained and seeped the deeper and more the dog licked in my pussy.  I reclined fully and widened my legs for it and then as it lapped my pussy I twisted my nipples and soon as I had before, I was nearing an endless wave of pleasure.  The dog seemed not to mind me howling but rather he would sniff and lick harder and faster as I did it, until I came for the first time ever in a squirting gush of fluid.  It felt like hot piss that made me tingle forever and the dog lapped it like water from a bowl.  I was now in a tangled web within myself as I knew it wasn’t right to be here and do this and as I pondered its merit, the beast rose up as I moved my box closer to the edge by sliding my hips forward.  I felt it lift and the pedestal was at the perfect height for it as the two foot lift placed my wet hole in perfect sink for his cock that had grown upright red and stiff to insert it inside me.  The beast slammed itself in me so quickly that I had no time to deny it.  Once in me I wanted it to stay.

 

The dog knew that I wanted to be fucked, and it did everything it could to accommodate me.  When the beast thrust harder and harder I felt its first wave escape and my endless wave grew larger and flushed hotter fluids from me and on it.  The dog continued until I felt a second wave then it rested long enough to lick lap and lustfully eat away the drained parts of me. 

 

I did not think it was over but when it finished it raced away out the opening as if called by its master.  I was so hot that I tried to right myself but was worn from my fist sexual experience and was only able to get to the door as the beast disappeared over the ridge.

 

I wobbled up the small rise to the crest but could only hear faint rustling sounds from the dense woods in front of me.  Standing beside the stone where I left my clothes I gathered them and walked back down and past the tomb before I paused and reflected on what I had done, felt and experienced that day.  I could see the sun was now far into the west and nearing sundown as I reluctantly started home.  I walked so slowly that the sun setting behind the trees had fully set before I reached home.  I dropped my shorts and shirt on the back porch before I realized I had walked naked the entire way.  So keeping in the spirit I bathed and then had a small meal before I snuggled into bed.

 

My clock showed eleven as I placed my head on the pillow, and as the minutes slowly passed, I felt drawn almost summoned to return then and there to where my animal lover had taken me. 

 

I got up and slid on a pair of flip flops and gathered a pack of matches and nothing else.  I walked back in the darkness drawn by the desires inside me and somehow after a few flawed attempts I found the rear of the cemetery and entered it.

 

It was a moonless night, and overcast and yet still warm.  In the far western sky I began to hear rumbles of thunder as I walked towards the now dark structure.  The cool grass was littered with hard stones and one of them extracted my right shoe so I left the other with it.  Now bare and horny I entered the tomb.

 

 I held the matchbook in my hands and slowly struck one and inched towards the torch after I lit it I then repeated the process until all three were flickering brightly.  The room was still eerie and spooky looking and as I spied around the dark front opening flickered with light of its own.  I stood there playing with myself for a few seconds when I felt the strong urge to step out into the night and enjoy the storm now approaching naked.

 

I made my way to the tall stone on the ridge and watched as lightening flashed closer and thunder echoed loudly.  When the rains began to fall I lifted up my head and let it wash over me and then as the cool air replaced the hot humid air my nipples came erect.  My hands bathed my body in the rain and as the storm grew stronger small hail stones began to strike me.

 

I allowed them to hit me and I even leaned my body backwards over the head stone and opened my legs for it to strike my inner folds, which it did.  Each whack and touch was shockingly erotic and made me tingle and quiver in pain and pleasure until I was shuttering into an orgasm.  The icy shower lasted a few minuets only yet it was enough to send me to a blissful state of mind.  Then as the heavy down pour washed over me, I found myself wallowing on the drenched ground rolling over and sliding along it.  I stood and allowed it to wash away the muddy parts of my body before I returned to the shelter of the tomb.

 

Inside it the winds had extinguished all but one torch and instead of relighting them, I moved to settle on the pedestal and use the one light to pleasure myself.  I was teasing and taunting my nipples as I felt a stronger desire than before to gaze inside the coffin beside me.  I stood up and slid my hands along the outer edges until I found the clasp to open it with.  I was full of fear at first but as I unlocked one and then the other I suddenly began to grow braver.  I had to apply a lot of pressure on the final clasp to open and when I did the lid sprang up and open and there to my fearful eyes were the remains of woman.  She was rotted to her bones almost and her dress a dingy cold gray had a pale yellow collar.  She looked to be very old but as I looked inside I felt a presence with me.  I slammed the lid and when I did I heard the faint huff of a beast.  It was an exhale from a snout and a sound I was hoping to hear, and when I saw his dark head enter inside the tomb, I moved to the pedestal and parted my legs and called him sweetly.

 

He snorted and gently moved forwards toward me until I could feel his warmth graze my ankle and as he sniffed his ways closer, I eased myself back and wider open.  His hot breath found my inner folds wet from water and cream and slowly he sniffed and licked me until I began to feel as I had before.  His large rough tongue was flowing up inside me with ease and with great appreciation as I began to whimper and coo and sort of howl for him.

 

I felt his mouth slobber in me and a wave of hot cream from me covered his wagging tongue fully sending him into a heightened state of want as well.  It seemed to make him more desirable of my cream as well, and when I flowed freely like a fountain, his lapping increased to a fever pitch.  I was shrieking with appreciation and desire as his body suddenly rose upward and as I pushed myself to the edge fully he pushed his cock inside me.  He worked me over again and again and again until I felt so many waves and bursting gushes from both of us that I lost count.  I would gush fully followed by his hot cream blasting inside me.  Then after so long a time that the storm had faded and the first light of day struck, he retreated and raced once more from the room.

 

I was ready this time and as he fled I gave chase, and followed him from a distance.  He led me back down the pathway from the entrance to a small creek.  Then across the water we raced and it led up a long trail to open meadow and into the back of a small farm house.  I waited and watched by the edge of the woods as the dog danced around the back door.  A woman in her mid to late fifties was carrying a small pan of food and as she sat it down the dog lapped it up.  She stroked his back and head a few times before she moved away and examined her small flower garden.

 

She was about 5’5” 145 pounds, salt and pepper gray hair with black streaks, dressed normal for her age she wore an old faded blue dress that did little to show her true nature.  She seemed happy and friendly and had I been dressed I would have walked up and introduced myself then.  She walked around the yard watering her flowers with a small metal can and as she leaned over once I saw her hands caress under her dress.  She slipped up towards the rear right cheek of her bottom and then extracted it out and as I watched her, I dreamed.

 

I stayed there for nearly a full hour hidden behind the safety of trees.  She watered her entire yard then I saw her move inside and when she came out she was carrying a basket of clothes and wearing only a smile.  Her semi pale naked body exposed two very saggy but well formed breast.  I could see her crotch was shaven neatly and her ass though big and dimpled seemed well formed as well.  She seemed to move around for me, as if she knew I was there.  She hung her dress on the line and then her other things and slowly she carried the empty basket back into the house.  I watched her naked flesh move away and I found myself wondering what it would be like to be with a woman.  I never dreamed about it until this day but now I wanted to know.  The woman didn’t stay inside long but returned naked again with a blanket that she placed under a tree.  She reclined on it and suddenly I watched her play with her ample tits and caress her inner folds as I did the same from the woods.  She was fondling herself like mad just as the dog moved to her and as she placed her legs wide apart, I witnessed the beast do to her body what he had done to me.  That settled it, as far as I was concerned, I knew then and there that I had to approach her.  I slowly moved towards them as the dog sank his mouth fully inside her parted legs and when she began to howl and coo I had made my way to within five feet of her.  I was naked and hot and in lust forever and as I stood there I tried to form the right words in my mind.

 

Suddenly she spoke out with, “Child come here and feast upon me.”

 

I dropped to my knees and crawled up beside her and after a long starring pause, I sank my mouth to hers and we kissed as our hands found each others nipples.  Her were longer and more erect and as I twisted them she returned the favor.  I had never kissed anyone before this and as I was a fast learner she easily showed me how.  Her mouth danced with mine until I felt my breast drawn to it and as she sank on one her fingers made a way between my wet hot crotch and entered me fully.

 

The dog had begun lapping her wet pussy even faster as mine was drawn to her very oral mouth.  She licked me into a hot wave of lusting cream and as I drained in her mouth she tormented my nipples with her fingers and my pussy with her tongue.  My virgin wet hole was now a plaything for her amusement and I knew it, as I rested it on her mouth and to her credit she accepted it and kept me in that position for three unforgettable explosions of my pussy.  Then she flipped me on my back and lifting my legs upward and wide she sat her doggy wet crotch on my lips and ground it on my face as she allowed her dog to eat then fuck me.  This went on until he retreated to rest and then she devoured me again and again.  We ate each other through six climaxes for her and three more for me before we also collapsed on the very wet blanket.

 

As she snuggled up beside me, her soft warm voice said, “Now little doll, my name is Amanda, what is yours sugar?”

 

“Tina,” I said meekly as my eyes twinkled while I looked up at her, and added, “I am so happy to meet you.”

 

That was eight years ago.  We are still together and instead of living in one house, we meet nightly at the tomb and there we have sex with Butch her dog for endless hours of lust and love.

 

 

Doing a student

Darthmuffin17 on Sex Stories

 I am a 29 year old art teacher at a school that will remain nameless. I am an art teacher at a school that will remain nameless. Being an art teacher is pretty cool, you get all the really creative students, the hot girls, you dont need to worry about grading stuff or dressing up for work.

one day i was leaving for home. I locked my classroom, grabbed my bag, and headed out to my car. I unlocked it and sat in the seat. I was reaching toward the back to put my bag behind the drivers seat when somone tapped my leg that was still sticking out of the open drivers door. I looked up into a pair of beautiful brown eyes. It was one of my students, Iren.

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Iren was beautiful. She stood about 5'5". She was in the 9th grade, had beautiful brown eyes, dark brown hair that fell between the shoulder and elbow. She had a wonderful tan, and a nice set of C cup (my guess) breasts. She was wearing a blue and white cheerleaders uniform under a half-zipped cheerleading windbreaker.

I was 6' tall, weighed 161 lbs, had blue green eyes, short brown hair, fair skin with the remnants of childhood freckles on my face. I must admit I wasnt bad looking, but in the presence of this goddess of a girl i felt like nerd with a crush. I didnt have a crush on her though. She was a student and i was a teacher, and nothing more. Sure i got the occasional boner when i saw her, but i would surpress it.

"Umm, Mr. Thompson?"

"Yes?" I replied

"My mom was supposed to pick me up today but she called and said she couldnt and to get a ride. Nobody was available so could you give me a ride home, it is quite a ways off, but you are the only person around who i know, because all the people who could give me a lift have gone already."

"Sure, it would be a pleasure."

She gracefully walked around the car and got in the passenger side. Immediately i felt an erection coming on and tried to concentrate on the car company logo on the steering wheel.

"Thank you so much Mr. Thompson. This isint a suck up but you are my favorite teacher, you are like so cool and rebel like. Hahaha" she chuckled.

"Wow"i said "what a compliment!"

the car pulled out of the parking lot and i got onto the road. Iren had removed her jacket and was sitting in the seat next to me in naught but a cheerleading outfit that showed just enough clevage to spur my erection to being just visible as a lump in my pants. I quickly laid my free hand across my lap holding it down. Unfortunately, this only made my erection bigger and I subsided. Now there was a large, noticeable bulge that i tried to ignore and hope it would go away.

Several minutes passed in silence before Iren began to rearrange her skirt on her beautiful muscular thighs.

"How was the game today?" I asked.

"We won." she replied "it was great."

The bulge in my pants was so big now i couldnt believe she didnt notice.

"how many games undefeated for us now?"

"three. We are unbeatable!" Iren giggled.

In the middle of her giggle she sort of trailed off and i looked at her. her eyes were looking out of their corners at my bulge. After a few seconds I said;

"Excuse me for that Iren."

"I dont care Mr. Thompson. Let it stand natural, its because of this uniform isint it?"

"Yes i replied. You are a very good looking young lady." I mumbled.

Iren kept staring at it. Her hand was in a fist on her right knee and the other was on the arm rest between us, kind of ceaselessly moving, her eyes on mine, which were looking at the road ahead.

"Mr. Thompson, if you really find me that attractive, can I.......umm......see it?'"

"What?" I stammered

Before i could say anything else her hands were undoing my belt.

"I always noticed how you got a hard on around me. Its only natural."

My pants were open and as she fumbled with my boxers i felt some precum drift out of my dick. Her hands reached inside and pulled my dick upright and her mouth inched closer to it.

Wonderful sensations of sexual pleasure exploded in my brain as her wonderful lips closed over my penis. Iren's tongue corkscrewed around my shaft and taunted my tip. She began to pump her head up and down up and down on my dick. As this went on such spasms of pleasure were coarsing through me that i nearly went off the road.

The feeling of having to urinate, but a warmer and stickier seemed to be inside my cock as a pressure seemed to build at the base of my cock as i pulled the car off to the side of the small road we were on. I reclined the seat and removed my seat belt as Irens head pumped faster and faster so fast that her hair was tangled and twisted from the constant motion. Without stopping, her right hand came up and swept the curtain of brown over her right shoulder. From what i could see her eyes were closed.

The pressure in my manhood was suddenly released as i felt the wonderful feeling of ejaculation. I could feel my sticky cum dripping off my 7 incher and coating her mouth and throat. A few drops leaked out of her lips, swiftly persued my her tongue. I had my eyes closed as her mouth parted company with my still-rock-hard cock.

"how was that?"

"wonderful! was that your first time?"

"yeah, i was worried that i wasnt doing anything right, but wow.....i loved that too!"

I reached over and kissed her, feeling my cum on her lips and tasting the salty taste. My hand scurried over her shoulder to her zipper in the back like a large pale spider. She didnt break the kiss as i unzipped her skirt. She lifted her sweet ass up off hte seat so the skirt could slip off her butt and legs. She pushed off her sneakers with the toes of the other foot. she came across the center console and straddled me, her hands came to the waist seam of her uniform top and lifted it over her shoulders.

My hands unbuttoned my shirt and i removed it. Irens mouth came towards mine as my hands arched around her back and slowly removed her purple bra. She slid her panties off and slid my cock out from under her and lined it up with her pussy. She then said,

"Mr. Thompson, remember that i am a virgin, so go easy."

"Of course!" i replied.

My cock entered her tight pussy. It felt like jamming your cock into an extremely tight synthetic sock dripping with moisture. The ridges of her vaginal walls caressed my dick as my manhood stretched them open. Iren was moaning as my dick penetrated deeper until it reached her hymen. The tissue was stretched open and my path was clear. My tip reached her cervix, my testicles were drawn up to my body, the skin of my scrotum contracted and wrinkled up at the base of my shaft. Slowly Iren began to bounce up and down on my shaft, slick with her saliva. As she moved faster the walls of her pussy softened and became moister. I began to push my dick up as she came down from a bounce and that seemed to drive her over the edge.

'Yessssss! Oh Yeah.....oh oh oh umm........umm.....yeah umm......oh."

Like a garden hose, her juices came flooding out, lubricating my cock and washing over my pelvic area onto the seat, but i didnt care. She bounced harder and harder and my dick slammed into her cervix like a piledriver on an I beam. She was moaning and moaning and alternately screaming as one hand was massaging her clitoris and the other up feeling her breasts. I rolled a nipple between my thumb and forefinger then finally i cummed again and she screamed as my cum ran up into her uterus. She dismounted my semi erected cock and got dressed. I massaged her left breast all the way back to her house, and before she left the car Iren gave me a swift kiss and her soaking wet panties.

Until next time

Fantasy kiss on Sex Stories

I am pushed against the locker. Its cold surface is jarring at first. He covers me. His body traps mine between his and the wall of lockers. My body jerks uncontrollably from the shock. His warmth assaults me from the front and coldness from the metal assaults me from behind. His musky scent envelops me. His face is moist from his workout. a drop of sweat rolls down the side of his face, gathering at his chin before diving down onto the top of my chest, traveling down the gentle slope of my skin.

He is solid. There is strength in his form. He leans closer to me. His mouth is inches away and getting closer. His lips just miss mine and slide against my chin. We rest against one another, cheek to cheek. I open my mo
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uth. The right side of my lips moves against his face. An off center kiss is applied to his stubble-covered cheek. Salty wetness enters my mouth. My tongue instantly flicks out tasting, licking away the substance. He shudders as the tiny, moist heat swipes against him. He presses harder against me.

His firm dick presses against my stomach, moving slightly up and down, rubbing against me in response to my tongue. My breath catches and a tiny gasp escapes. I raise my arms, hovering over his sweat-soaked shirt, barely touching him. I feel his heat rise to met my palms even though I have yet to touch him. He raises his arms as well. His warm, gentle, wide palms find mine and he wraps his hands around them. Then he pushes them back against the locker wall.

He moves. His head dips low to find the exposed skin of my neck. Wet heat covers the edge of my collarbone. His tongue traces the protruding hardness, licking his way across its path. I lift my head toward the ceiling, giving him room as he licks across my body. Little flecks of color begin dancing in front of my eyes from staring too long at the ceiling light. His hands release mine, still pushing my arms against the locker. His hard hands slide down the undersides of my forearms to my elbows. My achy breasts stand proud and eager. He covers each breast with a hand and gently begins to stroke and squeeze me. Warm desire begins to spread from my nipples. I close my eyes with a gentle moan as he strokes his fingers across my tight tips. They are so sensitive it's as if there were no fabric between his fingers and me. (Yes, they really can get that sensitive.)

His hands rub up and down over my breasts, my tips, and I feel the hard, rough edge of his wedding ring graze against me. My body jerks in surprise against the shocking contact. My band-less hands form fists. I open my eyes and catch sight of gray at the very edge of his temples. Barely noticeable, but there. He dips his head lower; his face buries itself in my cleavage. I take a deep breath and my eyes close again. My arms slide down, resting on his shoulders. Warm, wide, soft hands slide under my shirt, lifting it as his palms move up my torso. His fingers roughly grab the cups of my bra and pull the fabric down, exposing the engorged tips. He holds my shirt around my neck and stares down at me. I watch his eyes hungrily devour me and my pussy begins to cry her frustrated delight. One hand encircles a breast and squeezes again. His hand moves along my curves to my very tip, which he traps between his fingers and slowly twists from side to side. His other hand grips the remaining breast and my shirt slides down. His wrist halts any further descent. His head dips lower and he takes my hot brownish-red nipple into his mouth.

Strong suction makes me moan and arch my back. 'My pussy. God, my pussy.' His face presses against my chest as he sucks my entire breast in his mouth, playing with it with his tongue. I spread my legs wide, seeking the cool air to ease the heat gathering in my puss. It doesn't help. I begin to whimper as the sensations flowing through my nipples become too much. He releases one bud then sucks on the other. My hands move from his shoulders and grip his head, holding on as he licks and loves my breasts.

Then, suddenly he leaves me. Through half-closed eyes, I watch him pull away. I stand there panting as I look over his wet, workout shirt and leggings. He reaches into the band of his pants and steps out of them, kicking them off to the side. When he stands, I see his hard, thrusting cock sticking up from under his shirt. Wet and rigid. He stands there for my evaluation. I reach out and grip the tip of his cock and twist my hand around him. I bring him closer, lightly tugging on his cock till he moves. I look up and stare into his eyes as I stroke his dick with my hands. He sees my lust, my desire for him as I play with his flesh. Still stroking and teasing his thick and juicy dick, I find his balls with one hand and cradle them as I pump him over and over. He moves closer, moaning. His lips find my mouth and his tongue slips inside me. I suck on him. I suck on his lips and on his tongue, drinking from him as I pump him. 'God my nipples hurt. And my pussy is burning in heat.'

Still I stroke him. Still I kiss him as he reaches up and finds the edges of my panties. They slide down, falling to the floor. His hands wrap around my ass and squeeze. His fingers dig into my body. His index finger finds my tightly puckered asshole while the pinky and ring fingers of his other hand slip past my slick pussy hole and tease the outer opening. Again, I jerk in surprise. My pussy pumps against his fingers as I pull harder on his cock. He responds in kind, kissing me harder, deeper, sucking me, eating me alive.

He moves me. He moves me as he walks backwards. Then suddenly, he sits down. I stare down at him as he sits on the narrow locker room bench.

"Take off your top and bra," he ordered.

I obey, throwing the clothing on the floor. The surrounding cold air dances against my buds, still wet from his feasting, and I shiver at contact. . He pulls me closer. His nose nuzzles my mound under my skirt, and then he lifts it and my wet puss, with its extended clit, comes into view. His tongue flicks out and finds the hard button. I cry out, my hand glides through his hair. He doesn't know. He doesn't have a clue how fucking close I am. If he knew, he would never...He would never....

"Ahhhh." I cry out uncontrollably as desire and lust assault me hard and fast. He lifts one of my legs and my inner thigh slides against his cheek as he pulls my pussy closer and his tongue takes my body. He loves me with his tongue and lips, making me beg and scream. He loves sucking me. He loves his power over me. He loves the battle to bring me to my knees, to drive me insane with pleasure and lust. 'Eat me, suck me, fuck my pussy, suck me hard.' I'm sopping wet. Juice flows from me. His wet mouth slides up my body, leaving a wet trail, paved by my own pussy juice. His tongue finds my belly button and licks it. I laugh in delight. It tickles. He moves down the bench and spreads his legs until he is straddling the bench, a leg on each side. He guides me by my hips. I face him and lift my leg until my legs are also on opposite sides of the bench. His cock is hard and just as slick. I watch it as it points toward me, reaches out to me, begs me for my touch. 'Damn, it's so juicy, I just want to take a ...'

He guides me down, onto the bench. My open, wet puss slides against the wooden seat. I rock against it, sliding juice against the surface. The coolness feels so good. He slowly pushes me back. I follow his lead until my back is on the bench, my breasts thrust upward into the air. I feel so vulnerable with my thighs spread and my back arched. The bench is so narrow I fear I'll fall. He leans over me, protecting me as I wrap my arms around him and open my mouth in surrender. My thighs rise and wrap around his body. His tongue slides back in my mouth as his dick slides deep into my pussy.

Pushing and pushing, he moves deep inside my body. My pussy expands around his cock, adjusting to his size, adjusting to his penetration of my sex. He rocks inside me, fucking me as he kisses me. Deeper and deeper, he fucks me. Slow and steady. I need to breath so I turn my head, breaking the kiss. He dips down and finds a nipple and promptly begins crewing on me, causing my little bitch to scream. He pushes harder.

He fucks me harder. I begin to slide up along the bench as he gains momentum, pushing, thrusting, fucking. He releases my breasts from his mouth and holds each in his hands. He begins to play with them as his hips push against me. He sits up and watches as his cock slides in and out of me, gleaming with moisture, gleaming with cunt juice as he fucks my dark hole over and over. His eyes follow the movement of his hands, feeling my softness. As soft as the inside of my puss as it milks his dick, wanting more, begging for more.

"Please." I cry. "I want more."

He looks into my eyes. He watches as I silently beg him; beg him with my eyes; with my body. Begging, begging... 'Fuck me. Please fuck me.' He reaches down for me and lifts me up into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck as we lean at an incline. He moves inside me diagonally, fucking me. I'm on top but he's the one in complete control. He holds me close as his lips find mine and he continues to thrust hard, hard inside my achy little puss. Tight. Solid. Deep. Up and up and up he fucks, finding that love spot deep inside my pussy. Our bodies are close. There is barely a breath of space between my body and his, except for when he pulls out of me, only to ram it inside me again and again. Over and over my pussy loves his cock. More and more his cock owns my pussy. I lean back and tilt my head, giving in to the sensation pouring through my body. I cry out my pleasure, cry out my need. 'Hear me cry; hear me cheer; hear me beg as you fuck me.'

I hear it. I hear it and feel it as the pussy juice and sweat pool at the cradle of his hips, at the meeting point of our sex. That sweet slapping sound of wet flesh against wet flesh. (Don't you love the sound of fucking? It's almost as sweet as the sounds of orgasm.) His hands slide in my hair and he closes a fist against the strands, causing me slight pain as he moves faster against me. His breathing is hot on my flesh as he buries his face in my neck - licking me while he's fucking me.

The sweat pours over our bodies in this cold place as his body slides along mine. My nails dig into his shoulder blades and an unexpected wave hits me deep as he drives into me endlessly, grunting in his effort to fuck me harder. Harder.

His teeth bite into my flesh, marking me with his lust as he plunges deeper, faster, smacking my pussy with his cock as he fucks me. He fucks me harder and deeper, over and over in perfect timing, in perfect rhythm, as I get closer and closer to the edge and just when I think I can't take anymore, just when I think I am going to lose my mind from the need, the ache, the desire to nut all over his cock, he pushes me back down and latches onto a nipple and firmly bites me as he thrusts hard in me, jack hamming my body into the bench as I reach my limit, cumming and cumming all over his sweet hard flesh. I scream and scream and scream....

He lays me back down as I jerk with the power of my cum. He looks down and watches as his cock plunges into me over and over, pumping me hard, hard, hard until his body tenses. He cries out my name and pulls his dick from my body, spilling his seed all over me, all over the hairs and lips of my pussy, already wet with excess juice. I look down and watch as he coats me. I watch as the milky whiteness sinks onto my cunt. I watch as he plunges deep inside me again, fucking his seed, fucking his cum, deep into my hot, achy pussy.

He sits back, trying to regain control of his breathing while watching the cum slide down the curve of my pussy. I watch it too, loving the sight. That's the sight I want - my pussy, drenched with his cum. I like watching that cum slide down the curves of my pulsing flesh.

He pulls away from me and stands. He reaches for me and helps me sit up. Taking advantage of our positions, I take his semi-hard cock into my mouth and gently suck away the mingled moisture of his cum, my cum, and our sweat. I breathe in our scent surrounding his cock and I lick him clean until every drop of our fluids is mine. He lovingly strokes my head as he stands over me, watching me feast.

"I have to get ready to go. I have to pick up the kids and then my wife from her class. We have Bible study tonight."

I carefully pull him from my mouth and nuzzle his hip with my face. Taking one final bite of his thigh, I stand up too. The smile we share is bitter sweet. He moves toward the back of the locker room, heading for the showers. Grabbing my clothes, I leave the men's locker room and run into the women's, where I quickly shower and change. I too have plans for the night. I make it to the elevator just as he is exiting the gym. I see him but I don't bother to wait. He gets to the doors just as they are about to close. He stands back and lets me go. The smile on his face was easy to read. It said: Until next time.

A night to remember (true story)

marks-stories on Sex Stories

We lay there on the bed next to each other, the lights were off it was pitch black, the only noise that could be heard was the sound of us breathing, Suddenly I felt her hand on my leg, it started to ride up gently. As her hand swept past my balls she gave them a little squeeze, her hand carried on moving up, she felt and rubbed my 6 pack, I was already hard so I made my move. I slid over to her side of the bed, our lips touched and my hands went under her top, I was quick to unhook her bra.

 

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sts, she started undoing the buttons to my boxers, slowly taking her time on each one, once they was all undone she pulled it out pulling on it back and forth slowly. My lips started to move down from her face to her neck and from her neck to her chest, I liked and sucked on her breasts rubbing them at the same time, I could feel she was excited, I could hear her breath getting deeper, she started to pull down on my dick faster and harder, It hurt a little but the more she did it the more excited I got.

 

I slid my hand under her already wet thong, I could feel her warm pussy, it was so soggy and wet, as I moved my fingers around her clit I could hear her cum making a ‘squishing’ sound. I looked up to see her holding a pillow over her mouth to stop her from groaning too loud. I started to gently kiss her belly getting lower and lower down her body, she placed her hand on my head, gently forcing my head down towards her dripping wet pussy, no words were needed to be said. I stuffed my face into her pussy, her cum was all over my face and lips. I started to lick her faster and faster, she was forcing my face so much onto her pussy I could hardly breathe.

 

My hands came down from her breasts, and onto her hips, she opened her legs wider she sounded like she couldn’t breathe and I could feel her whole body getting hotter and hotter by the second. Minutes later, she grabbed my shoulders, wanting me to come closer to her, as I approached her kneeled down over her belly grabbed my dick firmly and started sucking on it, she sucked it so violently and it felt great. My dick went deep into her throat, I could see my cum dribbling down her mouth, she then stopped.

 

She stared at me while opening her legs wide, without saying a word moved down towards the foot of the bed, I went to reach into my draw and pulled out a condom. As I was about to open the wrapper she whispered to me “we don’t need one” I dropped it on the floor and hurried over to her, I grabbed my dick, it was so big and hard. I pulled her down towards me by her hips. I slid my stiff dick into her hot, wet pussy.

It was so tight it felt great, she was already groaning under her breath, I started slowly, going deeper and deeper.. It was finally all the way in. It was still so tight, I started to push it in and out, in and out slowly, gradually getting faster and deeper her cum had dripped onto my balls, the though of this turned me on ever more and I kept going faster and faster.

 

She was groaning out of control, not knowing where to place her hands, they was all over the place, she was biting her lips hard. All of a sudden I felt something happening, I was about to cum. The urge came so strongly I couldn’t control myself, I found myself clenching my fists with my face facing the ceiling. It was the biggest orgasm I had ever experienced. I felt the cum just spraying out of my dick and deep into her pussy, it wouldn’t stop coming. Seconds later I pulled my dick out. There was a tense moment with both of us as we stared at each other, both out of breath and she smiled and pulled me down towards her. We didn’t even get dressed, we got under the covers holding each other tightly and ended up falling asleep.

 

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Hotter Than Hell in Minus Five

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Author's Note:

   This, in terms of reader trivia, is the previously unpublished thirty-first Harper Valley episode, although not involving the traditional venue associated with Harper interludes.

    Not two weeks after we all returned from LA, Jenna bailed me up in the kitchen one Saturday morning to ask if I had ever been to "Minus Five?" Having no idea what she was talking about, I sought an explanation. Several minutes after she had gushed forth as to how her friends reckoned it was the newest and coolest place in town - some sort of mega expensive nightclub by all accounts...I was virtually none the wiser.

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ing weekend after I took Jenna there and for the benefit of readers at this site, I will describe "Minus Five."

     Conceptually brilliant, 'Five' really is the ultimate in cool night spots. The creation of a New Zealand businessman who opened the first venue in Christchurch in 2004, it offers the thrill-seeker, thirty minutes (at a time) in a literal ice-cavern. The refrigerated premises contain a well stocked bar - made of ice, as are the walls, floors, ceiling, seats, bar-stools, lounges, decorations, even the glasses you sip your cocktails from. If you are so inclined (and most do)...you can eat the 'glass' as you drink. The place is adorned with wonderful ice sculptures and if you think you have been there and done it all up until now, let me assure you, you haven't! How many of you have ever seen a rock-band performing in Everest wear, trying to stave off frostbite?

    Sessions ($30 per person) are limited to thirty minutes, ostensibly on account of the temperature. Up until 6.30.p.m. children even are admitted in the company of adults obviously. Whilst "Minus Five" is the tag-line as it were, it is frequently colder. The night Jenna and I were there, it hit minus fourteen according to the wall sensors. Patrons are required to wear protective gear including zip-up yak-hide coats, two sets of gloves/mittens, scarves and thick shoes - all of which management provides whilst you queue-up. Available cocktails ($10) inside are at the cutting edge of alcoholic mayhem. The "Husky" as it is affectionately known, being a tossed conglomeration of just about everything behind the bar. With a 'kick' like battery-acid on the rocks, I had three!

    Let us then return to the night in question.
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    Suffice to say "Minus Five" is probably the most patronised locale in the city at the moment (and even as you read this, management is opening three new venues in Florida, New York and Barcelona concurrently)Â

    Kind of an "L" shaped affair, with any more than twenty people at a time, it tends to get quite crowded. The Saturday night Jenna and I went there, they had perhaps a dozen other visitors, mainly tourists.

    We were perched on one of the ice-lounges chatting, me with my second 'Husky' and Jenna striving to keep up with her Mango creation, when our conversation was interrupted by a heavily accented,

   "Say, could you guys take a picture of us please?"

    The question was delivered by a remarkably pretty blonde, proffering me her digital camera, the other arm around the shoulders of her equally attractive brunette companion. Standing alongside a highly detailed ice sculpture of the Sydney Opera House, they quite understandably wanted one of themselves together.

   "Sure," I said, handing my "Husky" to Jenna and you have to be real careful holding drinks in there - they are that slippery. Took a couple for them and handed the camera back. "Thanks a lot," came the bubbly Californian accent once more. I wished momentarily I had been taking pictures of other things but managed to quell the indecent images.

   Still chatting to Jenna, I noticed our American friends posing beside various ice sculptures further along the lounge, each taking photos of the other. Both in their very early twenties I would adjudge, I took pity on them as they held the camera at arm's length trying obviously to squeeze themselves both into the frame.

  "Hold this Jen would you?" I said, passing across my 'Husky,' "I think they need more help."

   Grateful for the assistance, they re-positioned themselves once more for the family back home. The smiles they were generating more than penetrated the cold.

   "Is she your daughter?" asked the blonde girl whose name I discovered was Sandy, glancing across at Jenna as she sipped her Mango juice with a three-way kick. "She's very pretty."

  Something in her words caused me to glance up at her.

 "That she is Sandy, thanks." I replied.

   I was about to hand the camera back when her friend, who introduced herself as Erin, smiled sweetly and asked if I could take "just one more picture" of them, over with the 'naked guy.'

  A full sized sculpture, but a couple of metres from where Jenna was sitting, the 'guy' was indeed naked. Not only well muscled, this icy tribute to all the Schwarzeneggers of the world, held center stage between the bar and the far wall. His sculpturer having spared no detail, caused doubtless many an embarrassed "Oh wow," from the female patrons to visit.

    Handing me the camera (whilst Erin gave Jenna hers) both girls then knelt at the foot of the statue smiling wantonly. Not sure what Jenna was thinking - if anything, but after we took a couple of pictures, Sandy asked if we could engage video mode.

    With seemingly practised confidence, both girls then wrapped an arm around each leg, leant inwards and began a simulated lick-fest of the hero's iced appendage.

    Jenna began giggling uncontrollably, whilst I was waiting for security to come and drag us all away. A couple more girls on their iced bar-stools pointed to our group whilst quite obviously blushing at the unfolding drama in their midst.

    Erin then pleaded with Jenna to take a few seconds' video of herself mid 'blow-job,' which must have had my daughter just about wetting herself. I had then of course to return the favor, filming Sandy's undoubted prowess with her tongue. I would have paid good money to know what Jenna was thinking during that brief interlude.

    I figured we all needed an extended break after that, there still being a quarter of an hour almost of our "session" left. I asked the girls if they would like a drink. They weren't shy let's say!

    Whilst huddled up on the lounge we traded information, discovering that both girls were from the Sausalito area of San Fran and that they were due to fly out of Sydney back home to the States the following evening. Sandy, not surprisingly was a model and Erin working for some legal firm in Oakland. In the 'looks' department, there was nothing between them.

   You know when personalities 'click.' Problem is, you know when they more than click too!

    To cut a long story short, they asked us if we would like to come back to their hotel for a nightcap. I looked at Jenna, who never having been one to shun social convention, just smiled up at me.

  "Can we dad?" she asked.

    I thought I caught a momentary glance between the other two but could not be sure.

    As it happened, they were staying at The Grace - a rather beautifully refurbished edifice in the heart of the city - barely sixteen minutes walk from "Minus Five" itself.

     The girls' suite was spacious and comfortable. Returning the courtesy of their invitation, I contacted room service and within fifteen minutes trays of sandwiches and liquid pleasantries made their appearance. Jack Daniels for me of course, and a pack of Bacardi Breezers for the girls. Well OK, two packs!

    I had not been mistaken earlier. A couple of times I caught both girls off guard, looking at Jenna mid conversation and exchanging glances that confirmed their ...well, "mutual admiration," is the best way of putting it I suppose. I wasn't short of a certain "admiration" myself however, given the compelling proximity of Sandy's short tight skirt and Erin's plunging neckline.Â

   "Anyone want to see a movie?" Sandy drawled attractively right that moment. I definitely wanted to see something - just wasn't sure quite what!
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    None of us having seen the "Underworld" sequel - "Evolution," we fired that up and being unable to efficiently and comfortably arrange one sofa and two chairs around the wall-mounted TV, we opted for the King Size, which accommodated four people with consummate ease. Jenna between the girls and me alongside Sandy.

    You would think I might have learned from this dangerously up close and personal scenario in the past. Maybe I was just hoping!

    The more werewolves bloodily despatched, the more alcohol we consumed. "Yukky" became the girl's catch-cry as the screen filled with digitised corpses. Still, if one watches a film of this nature one cannot expect to see a documentary on the lifetime achievements of Mother Teresa.

    Having ordered yet more beverages, it would be fair to say everyone was pleasantly disposed towards life at this juncture. Jenna and Erin especially had upped the giggling factor considerably, with Erin more than once making contact with Jenna's leg I noticed, when commenting on some scene or other. Nothing suggestive really, just girlish familiarity which in itself can be such a tease to the onlooker. I can't speak for the participants.

    I should point out also that all three girls' skirts were riding temptingly high above the knee as they snuggled further into the coverlet. Sandy's especially was taking up more and more of my sidelong glances.

    We would have been more than half-way through the movie when either the alcohol kicked-in big time or some ill-gotten need-to-breed manifested itself into the collective conscience on site. I had just turned to glance at Sandy at much the same second she turned her head my way.

    There was no reason to ask permission. Sexy lips are what they are, all you can ever do is kiss them and hope for the best. I knew at once I had struck a rich vein and it sure wasn't shale oil.

    I heard a "Gosh dad," from the far side of the bed but was then far too taken up with proceedings to care about appearances. Sandy was as warm and tasty as they come and it was the work of but a moment, to lay her full length on the bed covers, that long blonde hair splayed all over the pillow rather attractively. No Playboy photographer could have done better.

    Her breasts so prominently displayed at that angle, I simply nuzzled them softly through her top which had her wriggling pleasurably as the whimpers and sighs gained volume. Placing my hand along the inside of her thigh betrayed her needful compliance as she moaned gently and spread her legs noticeably. More than familiar with this road-map I edged on to the motorway north.

    Glancing across at the other two girls, perhaps wondering why no further exclamations of dismay at my blatantly sexual conduct were forthcoming, I all but slipped off the bed.

    Erin had Jenna in much the same position as Sandy and was kissing her passionately, whilst beginning to squeeze her breasts as might any besotted schoolboy, given the opportunity. It was definitely stealing my thunder.

    Sandy, noticing no doubt, my momentary distraction from the path of righteousness, glanced her friend's way also. Smiling up at me, she whispered "Erin has a thing for young girls...we both do actually. Does that offend you?" I merely shook my head - this was really a moment frozen in time!

    I didn't even feel a sense of immediate loss as Sandy wriggled her way over to Jenna, whence she began fondling my daughter's other breast which, beneath the somewhat tight top she had chosen to wear, was most prominent, despite the fact that she is barely a 34 B cup. Jenna opened her eyes to observe her new assailant for a moment but obviously decided to go with the flow, allowing both older girls to kiss her in rotation now.

    "Are you Ok with this Noel?" Sandy muttered a few moments later, looking back at me. "You don't mind us kissing Jenna?" My non-verbal acquiescence took the form of an impartial nod. It was definitely up to Jenna to "mind" and from what I could see, that wasn't even a consideration.

    Having observed Jenna at the mercy of various oversexed males and females at Harper Valley, you might think I had seen it all. Let me tell you then, watching my daughter being kissed and gratuitously felt-up by two girls at once - neither but a few years older than her, set a new benchmark in erotic viewing.

    As Erin began to slip her hand down inside Jenna's bra, Sandy began pushing her skirt up, well beyond any acceptable level of decency. I have to admit to being riveted by the sight, most especially as her panties were forthwith on show to anyone thus interested.

    Sandy was obviously keenly interested, as with one hand on active duty, still fondling her right breast almost lewdly, she slipped her right hand well up between Jenna's legs and began rubbing the front of her panties sufficiently that Jenna gasped audibly between Erin's kisses, at the same time making a half-hearted attempt to pull her skirt down.

    Up until this moment I had managed to remain a passive, though highly interested, let it be said, observer. At the point however that Sandy seized Jenna's wrist and then after wriggling her own skirt up high enough, guided my daughter's hand up between her own legs, facilitating contact I imagine with her own undoubtedly hot little panties, I found it necessary to apply some localised therapy of my own.

    "She is soo sexy isn't she?" I heard Erin mutter to her friend, breaking off from kissing Jenna momentarily. "And she has the hottest little boobs," she smiled lasciviously quite forgetting my presence obviously, as she groped once more the contents of my daughter's bra.

   Sandy must have flashed her a glance in my direction as Erin immediately let out a cry of embarrassed regret. "Ohhh, I'm so sorry," before seeing what it was I was doing, then she half giggled. "Oh wow, doesn't look like you mind seeing your daughter in this position either."

   I was in no position to participate in any in-depth conversation right that moment, so I simply shook my head and continued addressing my own needs.

    Jenna I noticed, was not in need of a girl's instruction manual either and was now actively causing friction on some majorly interesting part of Sandy's lower anatomy that had her wriggling her hips in pleasure. I noted her own reciprocated fingering of Jenna's still concealed pussy, causing my daughter's hips to thrust up with unabashed pleasure. Both girls were beginning to moan like alley-cats on heat.

    What did that make me I was wondering?

    Despite her "involvement" let's say, Sandy was actively interested in my own ministrations and parted her legs further I am sure, to enable me to see with total clarity what Jenna was doing to her. I could of course already see what indecencies she was wreaking on Jenna's teenage body.

    With the coming of my own personal little moment of truth, having inveigled my way up close and personal to Sandy's up-skirt attributes, I am in no way ashamed to admit that I spurted a somewhat warm confection across her thighs, the lower extremities of her lilac pink knickers as well as my daughter's hand and lower wrist.

    Despite her own impending "Waterloo," Jenna flashed me a "That's so naughty dad," glance, just up front of her own whimpers of release as Sandy's fingers I could see, were forcing the silky material of her panties well up inside her attractively displayed cleft.

    Sandy too was skylarking up there with the Gods as Jenna's fingers, having slipped beneath the leg of her panties, were now manipulating it would seem, her entire clitoral area. Her tight little blonde pubic curls clearly visible now, only added to the highly arousing scene being played out.

    Erin meanwhile had her own program of self-help well underway. Still fondling Jenna's breasts with rare enthusiasm, her left hand had wormed its way beneath the waistband of her own skimpy panties and she was clearly masturbating herself quite as hard as the situation demanded. Her own cries of orgasmic solace trailed on the wind.

   For a good few moments, no-one spoke. Not a lot one could say really!

   Jenna half sat upright, propped up by a couple of pillows. "I'm sorry dad," she murmured, making decent her hemline, as well as a few adjustments further north.

   "For what sweetheart?" I replied. "I didn't see anything just now that warranted an apology - from anyone." I glanced at the other two - Erin blushed noticeably. "If anything, it was me got a little 'out of hand' you might say." That cracked Sandy up.

   "You girls just chat between yourselves," I suggested, "I'll go fix us all a coffee." So saying, I eased myself off the bed and headed for the mini-kitchen where I could see a small fridge and some tea-making equipment. I couldn't hear what was being said but I did notice from the occasional glance, a lot of smiles and tellingly, no inclination from any of the girls to space themselves apart any further.

    By the time I got back there with a tray, both Erin and Sandy were huddled up around Jenna seemingly prepped for some further girlish involvement. I say 'seemingly'....what else could you call it with both girls taking turns kissing Jenna softly on the lips as she lay submissively between them. In terms of sheer erotic moments, this be assured, ranked up there with the best of them.

    As I sat down on the coverlet, Jenna sat up and smoothed down her skirt, flashing me the prettiest of smiles as she did so. Everyone finished their coffee in near silence although an air of indefinable "expectation" hung over proceedings. The two girls I noticed continued to exchange glances with one another, whilst Erin's arm remained locked around Jenna's almost lovingly.

   "Are you still at school Jenna?" Sandy asked quietly. One sensed my daughter's almost shy affirmation of the fact was much to the other two's liking. "Maybe schoolgirls appeal to other girls as much as they do men?" I was thinking.  Â

    Either oblivious to my presence or uncaring thereof, Erin re-commenced kissing Jenna softly on the lips and it is no distortion of the truth when I say that my daughter's reaction was one of total capitulation. Allowing herself to be manouevered back on to the pillows, she offered not the slightest resistance, even as Sandy began to divest her of that lacy little top, while Erin was wasting no time unzipping her skirt. Just moments later, Jenna lay there in simply her matching green bra and panties - a sight it would be worth living through six lifetimes to see. Trust me on this!

   "God Erin," I heard Sandy mutter, "Do we have to go home in the morning?" Erin giggled and gently pulling Jenna's hair away from her eyes, sighed as she looked down at her. "I wish, she is soooo hot!'

   I reckon she got that right.

   "Can we undress her?" Erin looked up at me hopefully as she spoke.

   "Hell kids, you needn't be asking me," I replied, "It's Jenna's call - I don't even want to be refereeing this one!"

    Finally...a gasp from Jenna as the prospect of being stripped naked suddenly reared up as an imminent proposition. There was time for just one cheeky "Not my panties, nooo" before Erin had them down below her knees, that wonderful little triangle of furred privacy displayed to us all.

    Not to be outdone in the field of sexy innovation, Sandy had Jenna's bra unhooked and on its way to the edge of the bed covers before Erin had even worked her panties free of both feet. This was sheer visual torture on a rogue scale.

    In hindsight, I don't think I have ever seen two girls consumed with lust such as were both these Californian girls that night. Talk about a bull in a china shop - Erin had Jenna's legs wide apart and was licking her like a dehydrated child attacking an iced lollipop mid summer. As for Sandy, she was rubbing Jenna's left breast, as might an inexperienced partner on Prom night, while with her lips she was suckling her right nipple rather in the manner one might expect of a starving infant desperate for its morning starter-pack.

    Jenna was moaning freely, her arms way over her head as the two girls took their pleasures of her young and utterly sensual body. At one stage she opened her eyes and looking directly at me, willed me almost to share her own pleasure. I could do nothing...this was not about me. I could be no part of that tableaux and strangely was quite comfortable in that knowledge. I was to be fucking no-one this night and knew that with absolute conviction.

   I'm not even sure if I masturbated again - I think I probably did. All I recall now is that after I moved across to the high-back chair near the foot of the bed, both girls began feeling Jenna up as they took turns kissing her even more passionately. One of them would push two fingers well up inside her pussy while the other fondled her breasts and nipples shamelessly. That Jenna experienced multiple rolling orgasms is beyond question. At one stage she was literally whimpering for their attentions.

    Having perhaps some desire to level the playing-field as it were, I could only look-on with awed reverence, as Sandy leaned across and began actively masturbating her friend also to the edge of sanity as she worked the numbers with Jenna's slim and visibly trembling body. Both my daughter and Erin reached the high plateau together. I just hoped the walls were of a decent thickness.

    There was but one combination to satisfy.

    Even as they tugged Sandy between them, Jenna completely unaware I think that she was naked, I watched mesmerised as they stripped her completely, Erin more than happy to shed her clothes too at this juncture. All those hot young breasts being communally groped and fondled while their owners kissed, holding each others hands occasionally in a rather touching if not arousing display of entrenched feminine affection. Jenna I have noticed has a particular liking for hot young breasts (little wonder one might say, given her own intensely desirable twin mounds) Sandy's muted cries of satiated need, evidence if such be needed, that their combined ministrations had pressed all the right buttons.

    The alcohol had run its course with me and even as the three of them slid under the covers for a night of unhinged sexual excess one assumes, I just pulled the coverlet up over my knees and fell asleep. I didn't find it necessary to count bra-straps let's say!
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The Negotiation

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I walked into the room. It was smelly and sweaty and the air tasted like cigarettes and beer. There were two men in the room. One with a camera, and one with an opinion. The room was dimly lit and the bathtub was running. I proceeded to bathtub and began to remove my clothes. Jeans, t-shirt, bra, underwear, and I slipped off my sandals. I stepped into the warm inviting bubbles and stretched my legs out. There was plenty of room. I quickly clippe

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d up my long blonde hair so it wouldn’t get wet. I then began to massage the soap onto my breasts and slowly dipped my hands beneath the water to spread my lips and softly rub my little runway of pubic hair. Besides this I was bare, exposed, and vulnerable now.

 I slowly finished and stood up to step out of the tub onto the bear skin rug. I reached for the white long sleeve button up that was folded neatly to the side. It was a man’s size. Beneath it was a long black wife beater that resembled a small tight black dress once it was on. I then slipped the white shirt over my head and began to undo some of the buttons.

 Next, the man with an opinion came up to me and started talking business. Upon negotiation he walked me over to the bed and proceeded to tie a leather rope around my wrists and to the headboard. Then he quickly blind folded me and told me to stay calm. I laid there listening to the soft jazz in the background buzzing from the joint I had smoked walking through the parking lot. It had been a dreary day but business was business and I had agreed to these terms.

Finally a piece of duck tape was placed on my mouth and my arm was tapped to let me know it had indeed begun. At first it was gentle. His cock sliding slowly into my pussy that tightened upon introduction. It was warm and big and I began to get wet as he nibbled on my breasts. He took me over and over again until he was satisfied that he’d done everything imaginable with the exception of anal sex, which had been the deal. My long hair was sticky with cum and my blue eyes stung from the cloth hiding them. He hadn’t even known what he’d fucked. Probably the best fuck of his life and he didn’t even get to look me in the eyes…but that was his choice not mine. I had not deterred him from his fantasy in anyway and complied with all the details. As he lifted himself off of me a rush of cool air hit my body and my nipples became hard. It was over and I heard the door click and the camera guy leave.

 The guy with the opinion stayed to untie and unmask me. We chuckled at what had just happened and cracked open the remaining beers. It was cool on my tainted tongue. All I could taste was salt. Should have had a margarita, I thought. But it was over and I was paid as the guy with the opinion ranted and raved at what a good job I had done. Little did he know I practiced for free to become just that good. He gently placed one bill down after another until I was clutching a wad of cash. Hawaii, I thought. I’ll take her to Hawaii. And the lights went out. I woke up in my own bed the next morning with a headache. The phone rang and a shrill went through my ears. I picked up the receiver, “hello”. My friend from Montana responded with urgency, “It’s me. What in the hell have you been up to? I haven’t heard from you in forever. I replied, “Nothing. This is Vegas. Nothing ever happens here”, and then smiled as I looked in the mirror at my shirt that read…What Happens Here Stays Here.

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