I opened a pack of Newports and lit one up. I was finding myself actually liking this whole smoking thing. Brad drove off into this dark wooded area just behind the apartment complex. This was it the moment I was waiting for; I was going to fuck my boyfriends’ best friend. Not just any best friend but I was going to fuck Brad. It started out slow, Brad was sucking on a cigarette and I was sucking on Brad’s hard cock. He pulled his shorts off and then pulled my shirt off, I was not wearing a bra. Brad started kissing and licking my neck; I was nibbling his ear. Our lips met for the first time, then our tongues. He was a great kisser. He started to unzip my pants, I helped. He removed my thong and I felt his fingers part my pussy lips, it was good. He started with one finger inside of me and then two. We were kissing just about the whole time. “You are wet, very wet, what is it that you want from me”, he said. I whispered in his ear “I want your hard thick cock in my hot wet pussy right now!”

He lit another cigarette and laid back on the seat. Oh, he was hot. I jumped over to him and we kissed with more passion, our tongues danced together. I was ready. I took the head of his thick cock in my pussy; it took all I had to get him to penetrate my tight pussy. Michael was long but had little girth. Brad was all, long and fat cock. The pain that his dick was giving me turned into pleasure after my pussy stretched to accommodate his large cock. I was riding him with great speed and force; I did not want to wear myself out to fast so I stopped. “What’s the matter Christy” Brad said, when I stopped fucking him. “I want you to fuck me” I said to him with a playful anger. I had to have another cigarette; it was just too good. I jumped out of the truck with the Newport hanging from my mouth and told Brad to get out. “Why” he said. I said to him “you are going to fuck me hard, fast, good and with a cigarette hanging from your lips.” “OK” was all he said. That was all he needed to say.

I put the tailgate down on his truck and jumped in the back. Still enjoying my smoke I called Brad to join me in the back of his truck. Both of us still nude I laid down and with a come over here wave Brad was just about to get on top of me and I said you are missing something, he said to me “no I am not” and took the cigarette away from me and put it in between his lips. He looked so good.

He lined up his cock to my still moist pussy and forced his cock inside of me. I let out a scream that I am sure someone else heard. He was fucking me with so much force that I felt like a virgin being fucked for the first time again. He stopped dead in his tracks let me have another puff and flicked it away. As I exhaled he started fucking me again but slower and softer this time. I was almost over the top he put my legs over his shoulders, I felt him enter me more than he already was. His cock felt bigger than 10” it felt like 13”. “OH MY GOD I AM CUMMING” my body was trembling and my pussy was grabbing Brad’s cock trying to milk the cum out of it, he was not ready to cum. My orgasm was so intense, he continued to fuck me harder as my orgasm seemed to last for 10 min or more. Brad was loving this. He lit another cigarette but did not even stop the assault on my pussy. His cock was so deep inside of me. He turned me over on my knees. He entered me again. The assault on my pussy was not over. As he entered me it felt like it was his first time entering me the pain and the pleasure mixed again and I felt my body again start to tremble. I was cumming again. It was ecstasy, is was like I have never felt before. After my orgasm was over for the second time Brad pulled out and I felt his tongue enter my dripping wet pussy. I think he did it just to put the fire in my pussy out and to give me a break. “Do you like this” he asked me. I said “ you are the best fuck I have ever had.” “You haven’t felt anything yet” he said. “Just wait until it’s my turn to cum, unless you want me to pull out first?” he asked, “no, no you are going to fill me up with your hot man juice.” I said back to him. He continued to eat my out as I just laid there.

After about 5min of him eating me out I stopped him and said I was read for round three. I took his cock in my mouth just to lube it up again and I could taste his hot pre cum on my tongue, he was ready. Brad got back in place above me and entered me again. It was a bit less painful and all the more pleasureful. He fucked me hard, our bodies were wet and the aroma of our sex was filling the night air. I needed him and I needed his cum deep in my pussy. I was moaning and screaming his name loudly. “BRAD, BRAD I NEED YOUR COCK DEEP IN MY PUSSY, FUCK YES, OH, FUCK ME HARDER, PLEASE DON’T STOP”, those were the words coming out of my mouth. His cock tensed up his moaning was getting louder, “I AM GOING TO UH, CUM....” He did not stop, he kept pumping my pussy harder I felt his dick unleash its juice inside of me, he still did not stop, he drained all of his cum inside my used pussy. He was the only man that I have been with that did not stop after cumming as much as he had came. He was not done; he did not get limp he was harder than ever. He kept up the assault on my cunt for another ten minuets. He came again with more power than before; my pussy was filled to capacity with his hot white creamy cum. He slowed down to a stop. He pulled his still hard dick out of my abused pussy. I sat up and moved towards his shrinking cock, I lowered my head onto it and sucked our juices off of it. We laid side by side in the bed of his truck still naked. I was wondering if Michael was awake yet, it has been 5 hours since we left the apartment, it was 6am and the sky had just started to come alive. Brad lit another cigarette and we shared it. We were just too tired to move, our bodies were drenched with sweat and smell of sex.

 

Brad and I slept in the back of his truck for about 4 hours; the heat at 10 o’clock in the morning was unbearable and woke us up. We jumped out of the bed of the truck and got in the cab and started the short ride home. I was so worried about what Michael was going to say, or if he was even awake.

Brad dropped me off so the whole thing would not look suspicious. As I entered the apartment was quiet and dark, just the way I left it. I went in the back bedroom and peaked in on Michael, he was still sleeping. I went over to him just to make sure he was not dead, I placed my hand on his head and he awoke. With a smile Michael looked at me and said “good morning honey, how are you doing this morning?” “I am doing fine, are you feeling better this morning?” He looked at me and said “I did not know I was feeling bad?” in a questioning manner. I don’t think Michael even remembers what was said last night to me by him. I just looked at him and said “I am going to take a short nap and then I will help you clean up this mess. Michael asked “its 10:30 in the morning and you are going to take a nap?” “Yes” I said back to him. “Ok well don’t sleep too long.” he said.

I went off to my room to take a shower. I was surprised Michael could not smell the sweat and the sex odor from my body. The only thing I could think about was Brad, Brad, Brad. I must not have had enough of him, I was fingering myself in the shower. I was sore from my shoulders to my pussy to my legs. I had to find a way to get another piece of Brad. The only thing was that I loved Michael, he really is a good person and very good to me. I just had a little to drink last night and I was mad, so I just needed to fuck so I did! I dried myself off and headed to bed.

My alarm clock went off at 3:30 the same afternoon, I got out of bed and headed out to see what Michael was doing. I went into the kitchen and Michael and Brad was seated at the table. “Well hello sleepy-head, are you feeling better?” Michael asked. I responded “I am rested and feeling a lot better”. With that said Brad got up and came over to me and started kissing my neck right in front of Michael. “Back off!” I exclaimed. I did not want Michael to know what went on. Brad grabbed me again and started kissing me. Michael got out of his chair and came behind me and started to pull off my shirt, there was nothing I could do. The guys were just to strong, and to tell you the truth I did not want to fight it off. I was getting a cake and eating it too.

My shirt fell to the floor and Brad was unbuttoning my shorts, they too fell to the floor. I had no panties on so that was not problem. “Brad told me all about you two, I am sorry for my mistake, I will never fuck Jennifer again as long as Brad and I can fuck you!” Michael said to me, with surprise. “Yes I want both of you too” I said. We went into the living room and Brad laid on the couch, I got on my knees and started sucking his dick. Michael moved in behind me and started fucking my still sore pussy. His smaller cock did fit better inside of me than Brad‘s. (See girls smaller is good sometimes). I was in love with the feeling of sucking Brad’s big cock and Michael’s cock fucking my pussy. I felt Michael pull out, he went over to the table and lit his favorite brand of cigarette, Marlboro Red then he lit another cigarette, a Newport and handed it to Brad. I had two smoking men just fucking the hell out of me. I felt Michael’s dick tense up and I grabbed his balls, it felt like Niagara Falls letting lose in my mouth. After Brad came he once again was not done he switched spots with Michael, I was ready to taste Michael’s cum, it was the best I have ever tasted. (That’s no lie, I have sucked a lot of cocks and his is the best). OH GOD it hurt so good as Brad entered my abused pussy, all I could do was lower my head onto Michael’s cock and just go to town. Michael tried to hand me his half smoked cigarette, I did not accept, I reached around and grabbed Brad’s Newport from between his lips and took a nice long drag and exhaled the smoke all over Michael’s cock. Brad was fucking me harder and faster at the site of seeing me do this, he was all into this smoking fetish and so was I. I felt my orgasm rush through my body as he fucked me harder and harder. I was cumming all over his huge shaft in my cunt. I had to stop sucking Michael’s dick, it was so intense. My pussy was grabbing a hold of Brad’s cock just as he started to cum inside me. Michael moved off the couch onto the floor in front of me, Brad pulled his limp cock out of me and I felt Michael’s tongue enter me. I was still finishing the cigarette as my boyfriend was eating me out and cleaning Brad’s cum from my cunt. Brad still did not have enough, he started sucking my 36C tits. These boys were screwing me like it was going to be the last time. Michael finished cleaning the inside of my pussy and moved back behind me. Brad stood up and sat on the couch I leaned into him, as we kissed I felt Michael start to lick my ass hole. I knew what was next, Michael got into position and entered his cock into my virgin ass. He fucked me so good and hard I knew right then that this was not going to be the last time for this threesome. As Michael was fucking my ass Brad started to finger fuck my pussy. Brad then got the best idea so far. He laid on the couch face up, he asked me to get on top of him and then Michael to get behind me to continue the assault on my ass. I was being double fucked for the first time in my life. I had orgasm after orgasm for almost 45min straight. When this fuck session was over both guys were smoking and cumming in me at the same time.

Tell me that is not hot!

 

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      Susie Slut, who I might say seems to have achieved some fame, also debuted with Bobby.

 

      Little Kelly, the nymphet came along in part two as breakfast dessert.

 

      And last but not least, Bobby finally got it on with Jan in part three.

 

In answer to all the requests from my fantastically nice fans, here is:

 

My brother, my mother, my lover, Susie Slut, my dad, Kelly, and debuting Little Linda Lapper, part four!

 

“Oh alright, I’m coming!” I yelled, as I ran to the front door. Some one was banging so hard on the knocker that plates were rattling in the china cabinet!

 

I threw open the door, with all intention of knocking whoever it was clean off the porch! I may be little, but I pack a mean punch, as Bobby will testify! But the sight in front of my shocked eyeballs was not at all what I was expecting!

 

Susie Slut stood, no, leaned, on the side of the door, swacked out of her gourd! In one hand hung an open quart bottle of Dago Red, and in the other were her shoes and socks! She had on a little sundress, which at one time, buttoned up the front, from top to bottom!

 

However, at the moment, it was completely open, and her sexy tits, and blonde, neatly shaved cunt lips, were naked as a jaybird! Her hair, usually done to perfection, was hanging in her face, so I couldn’t even see her eyes!

 

She swayed back on her heals, then teetered  forward, as she staggered into the entryway, and caromed off the hall walls, as she sashayed her cute little butt back and forth, while trying to stay upright! I watched, unbelievingly, as she wove back and forth, bouncing off one wall, then colliding with the other!

 

I’d seen a few drunks in my day, but she definitely was the worst I had ever seen, that could still walk upright!

 

Kelly and her little friend Linda, who had come over to visit, were just staring at her, as she weaved, and tripped, then caught herself, and giggled!

 

“Hi there, girls! How’sh it goin’” she slurred!

 

She passed them, and made it to the living room, before her legs gave out! She crashed to the floor, in a heap, with her naked body lying on top of her, now wine soaked, dress, and the bottle balanced on her stomach, emptying itself rapidly!

 

Bobby and Dad came into the living room from the kitchen. Bobby took one look, and burst out laughing!  Dad just grinned, and ogled Susie’s naked body, lying there all stretched out, and vulnerable looking, with the Dago Red running down her belly, and into the slit between her puffy cunt lips!

 

Kelly and her little friend Linda moved closer, and were staring at Susie, with their mouths hanging open, and their eyes as big as saucers!

 

“Hey, you guys! Do you want to help me clean her up? I’ll give you each a dollar if you’ll lick that wine off her stomach, and from between her legs!” I said.

 

Kelly looked at Linda, and then they both looked at me, questioningly.

 

“We’ve never licked a girl before. We don’t know how!” Linda whined.

 

Angie popped into the room from the kitchen, where she had been listening.

 

“Come on, you two! I’ll show you how!”

 

Angie took their hands, and led them close, and told them to kneel down by Susie, one between her legs, and the other above her head, so they could see when she demonstrated her girl licking technique!

 

(As you all know, if you’ve read my ‘Nerve Endings’ series, Angie has the tongue of a fat lizard, big and long! I’ve had her tongue so far up my cunt that I could swear it wiggled against my tonsils! And boy could she move it! )

 

She lowered her head to Susie’s breasts, and began to suck up the red wine. The little girls stared in awe, as Angie sucked her tits clear up into her mouth, until they almost disappeared! At the same time she licked back and forth, to clean every inch of Susie’s white mounds, and pink nipples!

 

As she finished each one, it would pop out of her puffy lips, and quiver, as the stiff nipple shook, and swelled! Susie moaned in her stupor, and pushed her chest up toward Angie’s eager mouth, unconsciously!

 

“Think you girls can imitate me on her face and cunt lips?” Angie asked.

 

They both bobbed their heads up and down in unison, as they bent down, and placed their soft little mouths on Susie’s trembling skin! Kelly licked her eyes, and nose, and around her mouth, as Linda began to slide her pink tongue up and down Susie’s outer cunt lips!

 

Susie came out of it temporarily, just enough to mutter, NO! Then she wafted off to la la land again. Her subconscious, however, was getting increasingly more turned on, the more the little tongues worked on her nerve endings!

 

I couldn’t resist the sexy display before me, so I knelt down next to Kelly, to help with her face job. As I leaned down, my little spaghetti strapped dress fell open, and Kelly locked her eyes on my nipples! They started to expand under her gaze! I gasped, at the thought of her getting excited looking at me, and moisture seeped out of my clean shaven little cunt lips!

 

Then Kelly placed one hand over my breast, and agonizingly slowly slid down, until she had my nipple between her fingers! Her touch made little goose bumps all over both of my tits, and my nerve endings begged for more attention!

 

She was watching my eyes steadily, as she rolled my nipple in her fingers, and started to pull it out away from my chest! I moaned, and grabbed her small hand, and crushed it hard against my breast! She panted softly, as she squeezed me hard, and tugged some more, until I was gasping for air!

 

Mom had slipped into the room quietly, and  kneeled down, naked, behind Linda, who was really getting into her job of licking and sucking the wine from Susie’s cunt, and glistening blonde pubic curls!

 

By this time the skin on Susie’s body was telling her brain to move her body back and forth under the little fingers! Her breath was getting more ragged, and she was jerking around on the wine soaked carpet. Her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was hanging open, as Kelly licked her lips, and ran her tongue in and out, and up and down, all over Susie’s face!

 

I spread my legs, as I lay down on Susie’s outstretched arm, and worked my cunt lips back and forth over her hand. Something in Susie’s mind told her to make a fist, and I felt her knuckles rub my cunt lips open, and my clit slid in and out of her loosely clenched fingers, as I humped her arm!

 

As Kelly worked on Susie with her mouth, she reached up and inched my dress further and further up my body, until it was bunched around my neck! I pulled back, and yanked it off over my head, and then sank back down on Susie’s arm to fuck her fist, as I licked her face and sucked on her ear!

 

Dad had come back in the room, and he moved behind Kelly, and started unbuttoning the row of fasteners up the back of her little dress. Then he slid the little arm holes off her arms, and threw the dress into the corner. I ogled Kelly’s little bumps, and the tiny erect nipples, while dad dragged her cotton panties down over her little white bottom!

 

Kelly moaned, as dad ran his hand up her crack! She gasped softly, as he probed her little pink butt hole. Then he slid one finger up into her little cunt, and she jerked, as she had a little orgasm!  She was holding herself up, with one hand on the carpet, and one clutching Susie’s throbbing tit! She spread her legs wide, and stuck her adorable little rear up in the air, so dad could finger her clit as he pumped her tight little cunt hole!

 

While dad fucked Kelly with one hand, he pushed his shorts down and off with the other, and moved up closer to her rear. Then he slid his stiff penis between the little girl’s legs and started rubbing it back and forth over her swollen little labia!

 

At that moment Susie’s eyes snapped open, and she whipped her head back and forth, looking at everybody mauling her feverish body! I lowered my head, and Kelly and I both slid our tongues along the side of Susie’s panting lips. Then we simultaneously shot our tongues in and around her gasping mouth, and planted both of ours down hard on her face as we frenched her furiously!

 

Susie squirmed under us all, and she opened her hand to pull it out from under me, and only succeeded in shoving her fingers into my hole further! Her other hand was under Dad, and as she tried to free it, Dad sat down so her fingers went up his butt!

 

Meanwhile, back at the Susie’s crotch, Angie and Linda were doubled teaming Susie’s clit, as they both licked, and sucked, and slurped, up and down, and in and out of Susie’s throbbing swollen cunt!

 

I looked down over Susie’s twitching frame, and saw mom sliding her hands up under Linda’s little smock! When they came back out she had the pretty pink underwear in her fingers, and the little girl was now naked under her dress!

 

Mom’s hands disappeared once more, and I saw Linda start to move her little butt up and down, as mom fingered her little slit! Linda’s little mouth was literally flying up and down Susie’s crack now, and I could feel the fingers in my cunt clench onto my clit, as Susie arched her back, and screamed, when an orgasm wracked her body!

 

I felt something wet splash on my hand, and raised my head, as another shot of Dad’s cum hit me in the face, and ran down over my panting mouth! Kelly’s stomach was bathed in the stuff, as Dad kept groaning and spurting over, and over, up the little girl’s stomach from underneath!

 

Then Kelly shuddered, as her orgasm shook her! At the same time Linda came, as she screamed into Susie’s cunt, with her lips locked on the wet opening! Angie had been humping Susie’s knee, as she licked her clit, and she, too, shook, as little shocks ran up and down her body!

 

The only cool head in the bunch was mom, who still had her hand up Linda’s dress, constantly building another orgasm for the panting little girl! From where I was I could see clear down the little smock to where mom’s knees were sitting on the carpet. The little red strawberry nipples were sticking straight down from her flat little chest! I watched her stomach rippling as mom brought her off again!

 

After her little rest Susie was now awake, and glistening, under her coat of Dad’s cum! We let her sit up, and she trembled, as the after shocks surged up and down her smooth skin!

 

We all gasped, as Bobby came back into the room, stark naked, with his big penis jutting straight out in the air! He looked at me, and tilted his head toward Angie, who was sitting back on her thighs, staring in awe at Bobby’s fat cock! I nodded, to let him know I was okay with what he was about to do! Angie trembled, watching Bobby move closer to her panting puffy lips!

 

Bobby stopped with his swollen dick right in front of Angie’s mouth! Angie never took her wide eyes off it, as Bobby leaned even closer, and brushed his penis against her sweet lips! I saw Angie jerk, and I knew she had just had an orgasm, as she shuddered, and quivered, and slowly spread her lips open to take his penis into her hot little mouth!

 

Everyone was holding their breath, as we stared at Angie pulling Bobby’s penis ever deeper into her mouth! When I thought she would gag, Bobby eased slowly out. Then he plunged hard back in until his balls hit Angie’s chin!

 

Angie closed her eyes in bliss, as Bobby kept repeating the same action, over, and over, until he arched his back, and shoved his hips hard against Angie’s face! She reached around behind him, and grabbed his hard buns, and pulled him tighter against her, until Bobby groaned, and his cock spewed cum into Angie’s sucking mouth!

 

He bucked, again and again, against Angie’s puffy lips, until cum poured out the sides of her mouth, and dripped down over her stiff nipples, and fell on the carpet! She kept swallowing, and sucking, until Bobby’s knees were shaking!

 

Bobby finally pulled out, and Angie licked her cum covered lips, and grinned up at him!

 

“It’s about time, big boy! What the hell took you so long?”

 

“I thought you and Jan were so locked up that I shouldn’t abuse your relationship!”

 

Angie looked at me, and grinned again!

 

“We already talked about it, Bobby! We were just waiting for you to make your move!”

 

Bobby stared at me, and I couldn’t help giggling. He looked sooo pissed!

 

“Jan, I’m going to get you for this!”

 

“Yeah, right! And just how do you intend to do that?”

 

He turned and walked over to me. He reached under my arms and lifted me up in the air and slammed me against the wall, as he shoved his big dick up between my legs!

 

My brother is the strongest guy I know, and when he goes after someone it’s usually curtains for them! Unfortunately I was that someone right now, and he meant to make me hurt!

 

He forced my legs apart as he held me against the wall with my feet up off the floor! I put my arms around his neck and bit his lip hard! “That’ll show him!” I thought, as I tasted blood on my lips!

 

Unfortunately it was the wrong thing to do, because it only turned him on more! I felt that fat cock slide up into my cunt, and I gasped, and bit him again! That made him mad, and he slammed his hips hard into mine, which forced his dick way up in me! I shuddered, as I clung to him, and jerked, and bucked back against his driving hips!

 

He fucked me faster and faster!

 

 Linda and Kelly came over to each side of me, and reached up to grab my breasts! I shrieked, as they pulled hard! I wrapped my legs around Bobby, and squeezed with all my might!

 

“Oh, God! Oh, Bobby! Oh, God! Fuck meee! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck  Meeee! Oh, God! I’m gonna’ cum! Oh, God I’m cumming, I’m cumming oh, shiiiiit!”

 

Bobby kept hammering me against the wall, until I felt the hot cum surge up into my raw cunt!

 

 He gasped, and jerked, until his orgasm passed, and then he slowly let me sink down the wall, until I lay crumpled at his feet gasping for air!

 

“That’s how I’m going to get you!” he laughed, as he patted the top of my head, and grinned sweetly down at me! God, I love my big brother! He is all man, and he had just proved it, to all the astonished faces staring at us from around the room!

 

Dad came over, and patted him on the back, and gave him a hug!

 

“I’ve wanted to do that myself, for all these years that she has teased me so unmercifully!” he laughed!

 

“Dad! I’m your sweet little daughter! That’s not nice to say!” I said as I looked up at two flaccid dicks hanging in my face! I couldn’t resist reaching up and grabbing both of them, and tugging hard!

 

“We’ll see just who gets who, here!” I giggled, as I began to jerk back and forth with both hands, and felt the softness speedily disappearing!

 

Within seconds they were both hard as rocks, as I sped up my stroking! They both leaned over me, and placed their hands against the wall, and spread ‘em, like the cops make the bad guys do in the movies!

 

Angie couldn’t resist getting even for Bobby abusing me! She moved behind Bobby and Dad, and grabbed their buns hard! They both jerked, and looked back over their shoulders at my grinning little buddy!

 

Angie slid her hands between both of their ass cheeks, and shoved her index fingers right into their holes, hard! They both yelped, and stiffened, as Angie began to finger fuck their rear ends, while I jerked their straining cocks from in front!

 

We fucked them faster and faster! They were both panting and moaning as their balls swelled! Then they erupted in twin geysers, all over my face and the wall behind me! I yanked continually, until they were totally drained, and my hair, face, nipples, and chest, were saturated with their cum!

 

I stood up under their outstretched arms, and shoved my fingers into their mouths, as I commanded them to suck all the cum off! They sucked, as they panted around my probing fingers, until my hands were clean!

 

Angie pulled her fingers out and slapped them both, hard, on their bottoms!

 

“That’ll teach you to mess with my lover!’ she giggled.

 

Dad and Bobby turned to her, and kissed the top of her head, as they laughed, and laughed, hugging grinning Angie between them! I stood up, and joined them in a group hug, as I fondled their bottoms!

 

Then we all hugged and kissed the other people surrounding us, and then we cleaned up the living room. Bobby took Susie Slut up to his room to clean her up, while Angie and I talked to the little girls.

 

“Well, kids, how did you like your first girl lick?”

 

“It was awesome!” giggled Kelly, as she hugged me, and kissed my stomach with her sticky little lips.

 

“I really like to lick pussy!” Linda piped in.

 

“Well, we’ll have to call you Linda Lapper from now on!” giggled Angie, which broke us all up!

 

They cleaned up, and left, and Angie, and my mom and I, went in to get dinner ready.

 

A little while later dad came into the kitchen, and asked, “What’s to eat?” with a lascivious ‘Groucho Marx’ grin on his face, complete with the fluttering eyebrows, and the shaking of the imaginary cigar!!

 

We lost it big time, as we laughed so hard that tears ran down our faces!

                                                                                                                                                      

 

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At the end of the four week period we sadly hugged our new found little friends, and among lots of sobs and tears waved to them as the bus roared around the circle and then out the camp entrance. The silence was almost deafening as the last of the loud goodbyes faded into the distance. Angie came over and hugged me and we walked back into the lodge to find Sandy.

 

She called us into the office and told Angie that her parents were in the valley and they were going to keep her company for the two days we had off before our next bunch arrived. She packed up some of her duds and then climbed into the waiting taxi to ride down into the town of San Bernardino at the base of the foothills.

 

I walked back to my empty tent and leaned back on my deck chair and listened to the birds and squirrels darting around in the thick foliage of the tall pines. As I dozed peacefully in the late morning heat, Sandy came walking down the trail. She came up onto the porch, and then sat on the railing and stared at me. I looked at her questioningly and she smiled, and then moved over behind my chair and started to rub my shoulders which felt really good as my neck muscles relaxed from her soothing touch.

 

“Are you missing your little buddies?” she asked.

 

I nodded and told her, “Yes, I am. I really got attached to them all in the short time they were here.”

 

“I’ve been doing this for several seasons and it is always a letdown when each group leaves.” She replied, as she slid her hands down off my shoulders and pushed gently on the upper slopes of my now swelling breasts. I gasped and laid my head back against her stomach as she slowly made little circles around my firm mounds, and then tugged gently on my erect nipples through the soft material of my camp blouse.

 

I shuddered as she reached down and began to unbutton the front of my shirt, easing each fastener out of its opening so slowly that I was squirming in anticipation under her fingers, and arching my back up so my stiff nipples could rub against her wrists.

 

When she opened the front of my blouse, dragging the material across my sensitive nerve endings in the ends of my nipples, I jerked and shivered as chills ran up and down my body. While she kneaded and tugged I moaned, and panted softly through my parted lips,

 

“Oh God, Sandy, you are making me soo wet! Please, squeeze and pull harder!”

 

I heard the rustle of her shorts sliding to the floor and then felt her naked firm breasts brushing against my head after she pulled her top off. She moved around to the side of my chair and pulled my blouse completely off, and then reached down over my quivering stomach to slide her fingers under the elastic waistband of my terry cloth shorts, while caressing my breasts with her other hand.

 

I gasped as her probing fingers finally found my wet lips and slid up and down until I was jerking all over the chair while holding onto the sides of the seat to keep from falling over on the deck. I started to reach up to her breasts and she shook her head and made me put my hands back on the seat.

 

“Just stay that way, honey, while I enjoy your sweet little body!” she panted, as she licked her lips and ogled my trembling breasts and stomach. She kept moving her fingers as she pushed my shorts down with her wrist until I looked down to see the top of my glistening wet slit peeking over the top of the elastic.

 

She moved around in front of me and tugged my shorts down over my raised hips, and off over my feet, and threw them in the corner by her discarded clothes. Then she gently pried my shaking legs open and moved between them as she once again slid her fingers up into my sopping wet cunt. She leaned over and brushed her stiff nipples over my lips as I hungrily searched for the soft flesh to suck on. Finally she let me lock my puffy lips over one end and I sucked and licked as she fingered me, faster and faster, until I was gasping for air and screaming over and over from the extremely strong orgasms wracking my sweaty little body,

“God, I’m cumming so hard, unh, unh, unh, oh Sandy, I’m gushing all over your hand! Shove your fingers deeper, pleeeeeeeeeeease! Oh, shit, I’m cumming again! Oh fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Pull on my tits, harder, harder! Fuck me faster, faster, unh, unh, unh, oh God Sandeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

 

Finally she pulled her wet fingers out of my hot little cunt and I whimpered around her wet nipple when she pulled my mouth away from her soft skin. She moaned in my face as she kissed me deeply, intertwining her soft tongue with mine. I reached up to cup those beautiful round globes in front of me, and I ran my fingers over the puckered texture of her stiff elongated nipples.

 

She gasped and panted into my mouth as I slid my hand down to her silky black cunt hair, already glistening with her juices. I ran my fingers around and around over her swollen clit while she moaned more and moved her hips in a fucking motion against my hand. Then I shoved my fingers up her cunt and curled one back against the inside front which made her jerk and gasp loudly when the sensations shot through her from her G spot nerve endings that I was stroking.

 

 I fucked her faster and faster, and she kept panting, over and over, in my mouth, “Oh, you sweet adorable little doll! I’ve wanted you since we met at the airport, and your naked breasts under your camp blouse have been driving me wild for the past four weeks. Oh, God, fuck me Jan, shove your whole little hand up my drenched cunt and fuck me hard! Yesssss, like that! Oh God I’m gonna’ cum, honey. Faster baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee!” She screamed, as her juices shot out of her hot hole all over my arm.

 

Sandy kept fucking my hand until she shook hard, and clenched her inner vaginal muscles tight around my fingers, as orgasm after orgasm wracked her trembling body!

 

Finally she sank slowly to her knees in front of me and laid her face on my lap, gasping and panting as she tried to catch her breath.

 

 Then she turned her face so her lips brushed across my smooth cunt lips. She bit gently on my clit and sucked as and I jerked up off the chair as my own orgasm raced up and down my body. I shuddered and bit my lower lip to keep from screaming as the sweat poured off my quivering little legs. Sandy continued to tongue me and lick me until I was completely consumed by the wild feelings tearing me apart!

 

When I opened my eyes she was wiping my face with her shirt and cooing to me like my mom used to do after we had sex when I was little. I threw my arms around her neck and mashed my nipples into her big breasts and hugged her tightly as we kissed and clung to each other.

 

I stood up and went over to put my clothes back on, but. Sandy came over and pulled them out of my hands and said, “There’s nobody in camp except you and me sweetie, so forget about the clothes.  Lets go up to the pool and cool off by skinny dipping, okay?”

 

I gasped in shock at the thought of roaming around the compound stark naked, and chills ran up my spine as I became more aroused at the thought than I ever would have believed possible! I nodded numbly and she took my hand as we walked on the mat of soft pine needles on the trail up to the lodge area, and then over to the pool enclosure. It felt so intoxicating to be out in the open, undressed, where anyone could drive up at any time and see my stiff little nipples and swollen puffy little cunt lips!

 

I watched Sandy’s breasts sway as she walked beside me, and she looked over and grinned when she saw the look of lust on my face, and the sweat forming on my upper lip

 

“You horny little thing, you want more already?” she laughed.

 

“God, Sandy, you make me so hot looking at you naked beside me that I want to eat you so bad I can taste it!” I panted, as I licked my dry lips with my tongue, and felt the moisture seeping out of my sore little cunt.

 

We entered the pool area and she pulled the big air donut that the kids used to float on out of the storeroom and laid in on the surface.

 

“Why don’t you lay on that while I do some pool maintenance like checking the Ph and setting up the roaming filter thing.” She said.

 

I stretched out spread eagled on the rubber float and leaned my head back and closed my eyes as I drifted on the small current created by the filter system shooting water out of the side jets. It was soo peaceful that I drifted off and dreamed about being fucked by my lover Angie at home on the wet grass beside the driveway.

 

Sandy watched as she vacuumed the pool. She told me later when I awakened that I had been moving my hips up and down while I caressed my breasts in my sleep. Apparently I was really into my dream as I bucked more and more and threw my head back and forth while moaning and panting. She said I then moved  my hands between my legs and finger fucked myself furiously as I came in my sleep all over the smooth surface of the rubber float.

 

I woke up in a sticky pool of my cum and rolled off into the cool water to rinse it off my sweat soaked body. Sandy was giggling as she watched, and I looked at her questioningly as she related her story to me. I blushed and dove under the surface to sweep my hair back out of my eyes and then came up on the side by where she was pushing the long vacuum handle back and forth over the bottom of the pool.

 

As I floated there with my arms resting on the pool deck edge I could feel the water jet forcing bubbling water into my parted cunt lips and teasing my clit as I moved my hips back and forth under the strong flow. I clutched the pool side as the current ran up from my cunt to my nipples, which I was rubbing against the tile along the edge of the coping.

 

Sandy watched me with her mouth hanging open and her tongue running back and forth over her lips. Then she set the handle on the deck and slid into the pool and moved around behind me. I felt her big breasts poking me in the back as she ran her fingers up and down the crack in my butt and teased my little puckered hole. Her finger slid gently into my rear end until I felt her start to fuck my anus as the water surged into my cunt from the front and drove me wild!

 

I shrieked as I jerked against the pool wall and held on for dear life as Sandy fingered me to a crushing orgasm that hit so hard that I lost my bearings and feinted as she clutched me and held me up in the swirling water.

 

I came around quickly in the cool water, and began to hump the jet as Sandy’s fingering aroused me yet again. The cycle repeated itself over and over as Sandy humped her clit against my buns causing her to climax again and again with me.

 

When I was thoroughly drained we pulled ourselves up on the deck and lay there soaking up the warm sun and gasping for air.

 

We were still lying there when Lisa, the winter caretaker’s daughter walked in and stopped dead in her tracks, with her eyes as big as saucers and her mouth gaping open. I spotted her first, and then Sandy looked up and jumped to her feet, and grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her real fast as she blushed from head to toe. I had already been caught humping the railing on my porch  in front of the girl so I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed, and I just stretched and spread my legs wide as I raised my hips up slightly, so Lisa got a really good look at my puffy cunt lips and swollen breasts.

 

She just stood there and ogled me openly as she panted. She reached down to rub her mound through the overalls that she was wearing, as she slid her other hand into the opening in the top of her outfit to squeeze one of her perfect little breasts through the thin tee that she was wearing as a layer under the work suit.

 

Sandy moved over behind her and slid her hands into the opening too and pushed Lisa’s fingers into the soft mounds as a little moan escaped through her parted lips. She was still staring right at me transfixed, as Sandy reached up to unhook the straps holding the bib over her breasts and then she pulled the top down so I could see Lisa playing with her nipples. She didn’t even move her eyes as Sandy pulled her tee off over her red hair and I gasped when I saw the cute breasts with the strawberry like tips jutting from her smooth chest.

 

I opened my legs even further and pulled my outer lips open on my cunt to show Lisa the inner folds and my swollen clit peeking out. She gasped and I saw a dark spot forming in the front of her overalls as Sandy kept guiding Lisa’s hands all over her breasts and nipples.

 

I slowly got up and moved in close to Lisa and pressed my hot naked little body up against hers. She moaned as Sandy slid her overalls down over her flaring hips and pulled them off over her boots. I stepped back to look and I could see the wet pink panties that had been covering the protruding mound between Lisa’s legs, as Sandy slowly tugged them down around her ankles.

 

I pulled the girl to me and mashed my lips on hers and thrust my tongue deep into her panting mouth, as she shuddered and trembled with desire for me. She threw her arms around my neck and ground her wet little cunt hard against my thigh as I grabbed her cute buns and kneaded the firm flesh. It only took a minute before Lisa was cuming all over my leg and sucking hard on my mouth as she jerked and heaved between Sandy’s body and mine.

 

When we parted her eyes were glazed and out of focus so I shook her gently until she came back to earth. She sighed as she once more kissed me passionately and moaned in my mouth. Then she started shoving her fingers up my cunt and I gasped as she pulled upwards hard and pushed on my clit with her thumb. She finger fucked me so hard that I was screaming and panting loud enough for it to echo up and down the valley of Camp River Glen.

 

Sandy tried to quiet me down but I was lost and jerking harder, and screaming over and over for Lisa to fuck me harder, and harder, until I stiffened and cum shot out of my steaming cunt and splashed on the pool deck and on our feet. Then I turned my head and kissed Sandy while Lisa fingered me, until I had another orgasm and shrieked again!

 

We finally slid into the cool pool water and swam around to calm our jittery nerve endings. I was trembling so bad that I had to be lifted out of the pool by both girls. My legs gave way and I sank to the deck totally exhausted from the day’s wild gyrations. We all lay there until the sun slowly dropped behind the trees and the deer came out to graze in the cool evening air.

 

We went into the lodge, still  naked and had some dinner while we rehashed the fun time we had just had. I couldn’t take my eyes off the neatly trimmed red hair on Lisa’s cute little cunt and I kept touching her clit and running my fingers up and down her moist slit while we talked.

 

Sandy just smiled and pulled on her own nipples as she watched us play with each other.

 

After dinner we decided to go down to the town to a drive in theatre to see a new movie with Tom Cruise. Sandy pulled on her cutoffs and Lisa yanked her overalls up and buckled the straps without any underwear so I could see the rise of her perfect little breasts sticking out of the openings, and her naked sides down to where the loose bottom part hung on her well built body. I had my little spaghetti strap sundress for special occasions with me so I pulled it on over my naked body, too. Knowing we were all naked under our clothes made me horny all over again and I could feel the moisture forming on my cunt lips once more as we piled into Sandy’s pickup for the ride down the mountainside.

 

When we reached the valley Sandy went into the liquor store and bought a bottle of wine for us to all share as we watched the film, then we drove into the drive-in and parked near the back so we could giggle and horse around without bothering anyone.

 

The movie wasn’t that good so we watched the other cars as people made out and fucked so hard that their vehicles were bouncing all over the place. The wine soon had us giddy, and I was trying to get inside Lisa’s overalls as Sandy grabbed her from the other side. She slapped at us playfully, but we could see she was getting turned on from our tickling and grabbing her all over her hot body.

 

Evidently Lisa hadn’t had much booze before because her speech began to slur and her face got all flushed. I unbuckled the straps on her shoulder next to me as Sandy undid the other one. Lisa had left her boots back at camp and was bare footed so we easily slipped her overalls off so she was leaning back on the seat naked between us. She closed her eyes and moaned as we ran our hands all up and down her quivering body.

 

Then she reached over to me and slid her hand up my little sundress and rubbed around my swollen clit in little circles until I was squirming in my seat. Sandy pulled her shorts off and Lisa grabbed her silky haired cunt and did the same to her as she was already doing to me.

 

We increased our fondling until Lisa was throwing her head back and forth and gasping as she bucked her naked hips up off the pickup seat. I jammed my fingers up her hot little cunt while Sandy yanked on her stiff nipples until she was jerking all over the bench seat slipping in her own juices which by now were pouring out of her hot little hole, and creating sucking sounds as I finger fucked her faster and faster.

 

Then she stiffened and grabbed both of our cunts as the orgasm surged up through her wine inflamed body and caused her stomach to contract and release over and over as the vibrations just kept on coming, again, and again, and again, until she couldn’t stand it any more and collapsed on my shoulder in a swoon.

 

We opened the door and carried her to the back and laid her in the bed of the pickup so the cool air would revive her. I looked around nervously at the other cars but everyone else was too busy doing their thing to notice two naked girls carrying another around the truck. Then Sandy and I climbed back up into the pickup, leaving the doors wide open to cool the cab interior, and drank the rest of the wine as we giggled looking back at Lisa spread eagled in a drunken stupor in the truck bed.

 

Sandy put her cup in the holder and turned to me.

 

“Come here, little Jan. I’m going to lick your sweet little cunt and suck your sweet juices out when you cum in my mouth!” she panted, as she pushed me back flat on the seat, and pulled my legs apart, and then slid down on the wet seat so her mouth was on my cunt lips, and her legs were sticking out of the drivers door. I rose up on my elbows and looked down over her back at the swells of her rear end and the long silky black hair cascading over her shoulders and back, and shuddered as her tongue slid into my wet little opening

 

She sucked and licked and bit until I was going nuts, and lying with my head hanging out the door and clutching my breasts in a death grip as the impending orgasm slowly built in my little body.

 

I wasn’t expecting it when it hit and I jerked my hips in the air and clenched my thighs around Sandy’s head tight as she sucked my clit and fingered my cunt faster and faster, making my body quiver and shake and vibrate as I exploded in a tremendous orgasm, flooding Sandy’s licking tongue and face!

 

She slid up on my sweat soaked body and kissed me as the juices continued to leak out of my cunt onto the vinyl seat. I raised my knee and pressed my thigh against Sandy’s wet cunt lips and started bouncing her up and down as they parted and her clit expanded and rubbed on my leg. She panted in my ear as she strained against me and humped my leg until she too came hard on my thigh.

 

We lay there as the breeze blew across the seat through the open doors and cooled our hot bodies, kissing and loving each other tenderly in the afterglow of out torrid love making. Finally we sat up and pulled on our clothes. Than we went around and pulled Lisa’s still passed out body out of the pickup bed and put her between us as we drove from the movie lot and headed back up the mountain road to the camp.

 

When we arrived we pulled out some sleeping bags and mattresses and placed Lisa between us and sacked out on the lodge floor in a tangle of arms and legs and fell asleep.

 

To be continued….

They found Lynsey in the living room downstairs putting her purse down. "Hi, honny" Julie said to her daughter. Hi, mom I'm just going to go to the lake and work on my tan" Lynsey replied. Lynsey was 5'6 had long blonde hair, small tits but had a huge ass that many guys love. "Hi Kathy." Lynsey said. "Hi Lynsey, how are you?" Kathy said with a smile. "Good" was her reply as she walked to the stairs. Kathy glanced as Lynsey's ass as it move up the stairs just like her mother's ass did. They walked to the kitchen table and sat down. "I'm glad you can over, do you think you could bring in the paper, and feed the cat when we go on vacation next week" Julie questioned. "No, problem" Kathy answered."Great" Julie said as she grabbed the house key from the counter. "Well I better go to the store before Mike (Julie's husband) gets home." Julie said as she handed the keys to Kathy. Kathy followed Julie out the front door.They said their good-byes.

Kathy went upstairs to her room and looked out toward the lake. Just then she noticed Lynsey laying outside with a orange and yellow bikini on laying on a lawnchair on the dock. Kathy remembered the naked photos of Lynsey and her boy friend. She wondered if Claire had anything like that. So Kathy walked to Claire's room and walked to her pink covered bed. Kathy looked under the bed. To her surprise there was nothing under it. So she walked to Claire's dressed and opened the top drawer. There was half a drawer of panties and the other half bras. She pikced up a pair of orange panties and set them on the drawer. The next was a thong. She never saw thie before. She picked up two more. Two more thongs. Then something caught her eye. Kathy picked it up. It was a light blue g-string. Kathy put the g-string on the floor. Kathy never wore thongs or g-strings. Kathy countinued looking through the thongs to the bottom. Nothing. She put all the thongs back in. She then picked up the g-string. She knew that John would be turned on if he saw this. So she put it in her jean short pocket. She decided she needed a bra. She found a matching light blue bra. She threw it on the floor. She looked in the second drawer, only to find jeans and skirts. Kathy found a very short black silk shirt that she had never seen and threw it on the bra. She looked for a tight shirt to wear in the final drawer. Right on top was a white-see through tank top that she sure was to small for her and Claire. Kathy looked and all the clothes she picked out. Kathy put them in a shopping bag and put it in her walk-in closet. She new John would be surprised.

A couple hours later Julie called to see if she wanted to carpool to Chris and Tom's summer baseball game, Kathy said sure. At 5:30 Claire and Chris came home. "Ready to go Chris" Kathy asked. "Yeah, let me grab my stuff." Chris said as he ran upstairs. "Claire, Zach is at Jeff's for the night so it's just you and dad untill 9:30 at least." "Ok" Claire replied. Chris came downstairs and they left. The game started about an hour into the game Kathy needed sunscreen. Julie didn't have any so they went back to the house. Kathy got out and wlaked to the front door and opened it sliently. She went to the bathroom, grabbed the sunscreen and walked to the door. She suddenly heard a loud moaning coming from upstairs. She walked out of the house, and back to Julie's mini-van."Julie come with me, quickly." "What is it" Julie asked. "I don't know." Julie got out of the car and walked into the house. They heard the moaning again. They quietly walked up the stairs to Claire's room but no one was there. "Oh yeah, oh, it feels so good,uuhhh" "That's Claire's voice" Kathy whispered. "Don't make a sound" Julie said. They tip-toed to Kathy's room. The door was wide open, they walked toward it and peeked around the corner. Chloe was on top of her dad's dick, "Oh, yeah daddy, fuck me, fuck me hard, I'm cumming, uh uh uhhhhhhhhh" Claire then collapsed on her dad's chest as he filled her with cum. When John had finished then began to french kiss. "Lets see mom top that." Claire smiled. "I hope I don't get pregnant." Claire said. John smiled. As they both closed their eyes and drifted into sleep.

Just a beginner, part 2 will have more sex. A lot more.

 Jessa invited Abby over for the night, Abby of course said yes and said she would be over in about 2 hours.

About an hour later Jessa's dad walked into Jessa's room and lay on the bed. Jessa was in her large walk-in closet getting her volleyball clothes. Jessa noticed her dad, "long day" she asked. “As always" he answered. Jessa walked out of the closet, she had on a bright green camisole, white bra, a tight pair of jeans, and a hot bright green thong. She casually walked over to tired dad. "Abby's staying over tonight" as opened her dad's pants."Ok" her dad said as if nothing was happening. Jessa pulled down her father's pants and boxers showing his semi-hard cock. Jessa lay down next to him and began to jerk his cock. His 7 inch cock was erect as Jessa picked up the pace. Jessa knew it wouldn't be long. Jessa sat up and jerked faster she played with his balls with her other hand."Oh yeah Jessie honey" as he started to squirm. Jessa was stroking as fast as she could. “Holy shiiiiiiiittttttttttttt" her dad almost yelled as he squirted his load onto Jessa's arm, and his own pants. Her dad sat up and gave Jessa a long wet kiss with tongue. They broke the kiss "that was great Jessie" her dad said. "Thanks daddy" Jessa smiled as she licked the cum off her hand. Jessa's dad zipped up his pants and walked out of her room and closed the door.

Jessa had been giving her dad hand jobs and blowjobs for 2 months now. Her dad often came in 10 minutes or less. She knew her dad loved the way she looked and moved her hands. It all started when Jessa got home from Abby's house 2 hours early. She had found her dad in her closet jerking off to one of her thongs. For some reason Jessa got extremely horny and walked in and finished the job for him. It's not like Jessa's mom, Vikki wasn't hot, she looked almost like Jessa but older. Jim, Jessa's dad had a thing for teenage girls. Jessa's mom did not know about this and Jessa wasn't planning on telling her anytime soon. So Jessa was almost guaranteed to get any she wanted after a blowjob session and took advantage constantly.  

Another hour later Abby showed up. Abby had on a tight white t-shirt and a tight pair of blue jeans. Jessa invited her in and went up to Jessa's room. They spent the next 3 hours talking to boys on the phone and talking with each other. They realized that it was almost midnight. They decided to go to bed since they had to leave for a volleyball tournament at 8 am. They both got into Jessa's king sized bed. Jessa was in her white bra and bright green thong, were Abby had on a black bra and black thong. This was the girls typical nightwear and were used to seeing each other in just thongs and bras.

Jessa locked the door and turned on the big screen TV. Jessa found a porno and left it on. “That’s what I'm talking about" Abby said. Both the girls secretly fingered themselves as a man fucked a busty blonde.  They both had orgasms in the next 15 minutes and Jessa went to sleep, but Abby wanted more. Abby had heard rumors about Jessa sticking dildos in her pussy before fucking a high school basketball star at their school. Abby went into the large closet. She closed the door behind her and turned on the light. Abby searched her way to the back of the closet and opened an old shoe box at the top of the pile. She pulled out a 9 inch black vibrator. Abby never used a dildo let alone a vibrator. Abby decided to go for it. Abby took the head of the vibrator and pushed it in half way in. Abby was plenty loose since she had sex on a weekly basis. Abby turned on the vibrator on low. Abby almost screamed, she fucked her pussy in and out. Abby bucked against the dildo and started to cum. She moaned slightly as she came all over the floor. She licked her juices off the vibrator and put it back in the box. Abby went back to the bed and lay next to Jessa with her thong soaking wet.

The next morning Jessa’s dad woke Abby and Jessa up ‘Good morning girls’ he said cheerfully. ‘What time is it’ Jessa asked. ‘6, c’mon we have to leave in 15 minutes or your going to be late’ Tim said. Tim got a hard on as he watched the 2 girls walk into the bathroom with just their bras and thongs on.

Abby and Jessa’s volleyball team easily made it to the finals killing all of the small schools like bugs. 30 minutes before the game their coach said ‘Alright Abby, you know the routine’. Abby went into the bathroom to get changed and put on make up. One of the reasons why Abby and Jessa’s team won every game was because for the last 5 years the team would vote the hottest girl to fuck the official of the state tournament games or challenging matches. This year the team voted Abby.

Abby walked out in a tiny denim skirt, a super tiny pink top, and high heels. ‘Looking good’ the team complemented Abby. ‘There’s the official, Go get him Abby’ her coach told her. Abby remembered the man from past games that year. Hi, remember me, Abby said and spun around. ‘Of course, what can I do for you’ he asked. ‘Let my team win and I’ll fuck you’ Abby said slyly. ‘Fuck first and you will win’ the 50 year old man said. Abby looked down to see the man’s average sized cock poking at his pants. ‘Deal’ Abby said and she led the man to an empty classroom that the team had found open. Abby locked the door and pulled the man’s pants off. ‘We have to make this quick we only have 25 minutes till the game’ the old man said. Abby smiled and took the whole cock in her mouth and began to suck. The man moaned in pleasure. After a couple of minutes Abby threw off her shirt. Abby stuck the cock between her tits and rubbed her tits back and forth the length of the old man’s dick. Abby smiled as the old man moaned even louder. Abby slipped off her skirt and got on the man’s cock. ‘ Oh yeah, I want you to come in my pussy’ she said as she stuck her tits in the officials face. He licked her tits for about a minute before he came in Abby’s pussy. The man slipped out from underneath Abby, got on his clothes and left the room. Jessa walked in a minute later with Abby’s volleyball clothes. ‘How did it go’ Jessa asked. ‘Alright’ Abby said calmly, and they both walked out the door. Later they won the final match.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turning over once more, she drifted off into the endless possibilities of her Dreamworld…

***

She was awakened again, this time with hands gently caressing her back through her nightshirt. She laid perfectly still, her heart torn in two by her choices.

‘I can let him have me tonight and risk that being the end. Or I can wait and risk never having the chance again,’ she pondered as he continued to rub her back, his hands moving towards her neck.

She sighed softly to let him know she was awake and turned to face him slowly. The moonlight continued to dance in his stunning blue eyes and off his golden curls, like an angel from Heaven.

“How are you feeling?” he asks quietly, his hands moving onto her tummy now that she lay on her back.

Her heartbeat quickens as she has only seconds to decide her fate as he brings his face closer to hers.

Having always lived life in the safe lane, and always worrying about what others thought of her, she decides to throw caution to the wind and indulge her inner desire.

‘I would never forgive myself if I never had the chance to have him,’ she thinks as she raises her head to meet his inviting lips.

Locked in a lover’s first kiss, the passion escalates from that moment. Her body temperature rises as she succumbs to his inexplicable charm.

Linking her arms around his neck, she pulls his body closer to hers and he moves to her willingly. Trying not to break the exquisite kiss, he fumbles to remove his sweatpants.

Small moans are beginning to filter through the kisses as the passion continues to increase. Her hands are tangled in his hair and he manages to squirm out of his pants, the difficult task of removing his boxers being next.

An electric current shoots up her legs as his bare skin touches her, her nerve endings tingling, feeling his hardness through the cotton fabric of his underwear.

Suddenly, she pushes him away from her and sits up. He stares at her, taken aback by her behaviour, wondering if she has changed her mind. He needs only to wait a moment for his answer.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she madly tears it from her body and tosses it away. Lying on her back once more, her panties are slid off tossed in the same direction as her shirt.

He smiles into the darkness and removes his own shirt and boxers.

Sitting there in the darkness now, they gaze at each others’ naked skin for the first time. Both are breathing hard through their passion and finally can stand it no longer.

She dives at him, pushing him flat on his back as she begins to deeply French kiss him, her tongue swirling expertly inside his mouth and battling his own for domination.

His hands explore the divine curves of her hips, her ass and her breasts as he kisses her back harder and more urgently. His touch works its way from her back to her front and finally down the flatness of her belly, inching closer to her wetness.

She gasps as his fingers travel over her smooth pussy mound and reaches down to stroke his cock tip as his fingers slide inside her. She breaks the kiss and throws her head back in heated pleasure, arching her back.

He pushes deeper inside of her moist tunnel and wiggles his fingers around, using his thumb to rub her swelling clit. His own body is starting to betray him as she continues to stroke his tip, extending the travel area down his thick shaft. The precum is oozing from him and she uses this to lubricate the rest of his manhood.

Within minutes, they’re both almost on the brink of sexual satisfaction and break away from each other once more. Lying side by side, their chests heave and breathing begins to subside as their orgasms wash away from them, unreached.

Words need not be spoken in the silence, the breathing and moans say it all. They know now the true extend of their desire for one another and turn to each other for true sexual satisfaction.

He turns his face to hers and meeting her eyes touches him in a completely unexpected way. Though little has changed between them since she arrived, the light in her eyes in the shadowy darkness tells something different.

She returns his strained look in the moonlight, admiring the way his curls crown his head like a cherub. The lust grows within her blood as a new sensation seeps into her heart.

They come together again in a deep, lustful kiss, but progress more slowly this time, savouring their first time experience.

She slowly mounts atop him, his cock resting in front of her pussy as she gently digs her nails into his bare chest. As her hands trail over his length, it throbs hard, the blood practically boiling in his mushroom tip.

His hands massage her buttocks and travel up to her perky breasts, tugging and pinching the erect pink nipples.

She moans as she lifts herself with her smooth creamy thighs and allows his prick to spread her glistening cunt folds. She closes her eyes tightly, focusing only on the warmth of him filling her from the inside.

He gasps out as her tightness envelops his hardness as her kegal muscles grip him securely.

The begin to move as one together as she moves herself up and down, his hips thrusting to meet her.

His hands drift down to her ass once more and she replaces them with her own, twisting her nipples and clenching her vaginal walls with each shot of brief pain.

His moaning grows louder as she continues to ride him, gripping her buttocks to help her move the way he want it.

They lovemaking pace quickens as the orgasm waves begin to approach once more.

She can feel his cock throbbing with lust as she pistons herself on it harder and harder. She has a hard time catching her breath and her nipples are more erect than ever. She bows her head slightly and brings a breast to her mouth. Protruding her tongue, she flicks it over the pink nub quickly as though she were licking a sweet clit.

His eyes close now, wanting so desperately to watch her licking her own nipple, but trying to control his pending climax, using all his concentration to prevent to inevitable.

As she licks her nipple, her other hand travels between his legs from behind her. Finding his full testicles, she begins to fondle and massage them gently, still riding him faster and deeper.

Her eyes suddenly fly open as she reaches her first peak, her entire body shuddering as the white cum drips down his base each time she moves upwards. Using her wetness to lubricate his balls, she massages more firmly, even venturing between his legs to work the soft fleshy area between his balls and his anus. He spread his legs for her automatically as she begins to expertly stimulate his prostate gland from the outside.

She feels her second orgasm breaking free and she moans in ecstasy as she drops her breast and rubs her swollen clit furiously.

Riding as hard as she can, her breasts heaving with each thrust, her cunt grips his cock as though to never let go. His eyes open to discover her stimulating herself and he soars over the edge as well.

Digging his fingers into her ass cheeks, he lets loose a torrent of cum, spurt after spurt filling her insides, mixing with her own cum still dripping down his shaft. The two moan in unison as their orgasms rack their bodies, shuddering together.

Slowly, she stops riding and finally leans forward to relax on his chest, catching her breath. His heart feels as though it would burst from within him and he traces his fingertips along her spine to calm her tingling nerves.

He kisses her forehead as his breathing returns to normal and holds her close, his cock slowly growing limp within her. She snuggles close to him, breathing in the sweet smell of his sweat from their lovemaking…

"Yo...I'm bout to cum" I said. I had never cummed in his ass before. but now I felt like doing it anyway. he said that he wanted to swallow for me. I loved it when he swallowed. but I didn't care right now. I was horny and ready to cum. he knew that I wasn't getting off of him. so he just cringed and squeezed his ass cheeks together. I was going crazy!!! I let out the largest load that I have ever let out in my life!! to this day I still haven't bust my nut harder then that.

with cum dripping out of his ass, bola just got up n put his pants on, no underwear or boxers. he looked like he had diarrhea in his pants... but I knew what it was...and it made me even hornier. I had no idea where he was going. all I knew was that he was in front, I was looking at his wet ass and I didn't care where we were going.

"Well, this is it." I heard him say. "this is my old fucking ground."

"Your f-f-fucking ground?" I was really confused.

"Yea. I know all the great spots to get a good fuck." bola said excitedly

"Well...care to show me one of them?" I had a slyness to my voice. he led me down to a ditch in the grass-less construction yard. there was a little towel there that had tons of cum stains on it. "This is it?" I said.

"Yup," he said back, "I've used this one sooo many times I lost count."

"Well let's add one more time." I said while I was starting to pull down my pants. as I was doing that, his cock popped out the fly of his pants, which he left un-done, and started throbbing right in front of me. Nothing would have made my life better. I think my heart skipped a beat. I dove to go suck his cock but he moved out of the way so fast I didn't know what happened. Before I knew it, I was on the cum-covered towel, with a dick in my ass and was getting aggressively ass-fucked by my one true love.

Once he was done with my ass he flipped my over and started to face-fuck me good. I had my tonsils removed at the age of three so I didn't have any gag-reflex. I loved the taste of cum in my mouth and down my throat. He came sooo hard in my mouth...he must have let out a 1 quart load. I drank every little drop and even licked up other peoples cum from the towel. That was the best fucking I've ever had in my entire life! I hope it happens again soon.

 

            I pick her up and carry her from the front hall back to her room in the back of the house. I lay her down on the bed gently, and I lock the door. I straddle her and start to kiss her again. While I kiss her, my hands wander around her torso. I get to her full breasts and I squeeze ever so softly, she moans and I feel the nipples harden. I love when she doesn’t wear a bra. I keep kissing her, looking her in the eyes as she looks into mine.

 

            I pull away from her, and begin unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time. As I open each button, I kiss the flesh that has been exposed, starting with her neck. She loves when I kiss her neck, it drives her crazy. I unbutton the second button and kiss her upper chest. Button three, and I kiss the flesh between her breasts. Button four next, and I’m below her breasts now. Lastly, button five, and I dip my tongue into her bellybutton.

 

            I sit up straight, and open her shirt fully, exposing her perfect chest. I could stare all day at it, the little nipple like pencil erasers so hard and inviting. I take the invitation, and suck the left nipple into my mouth. Her eyes close and I feel her body relax as she surrenders herself to the pleasure. I move to the right, and I clamp it between my teeth and she lets out a cry that is part pain, part pleasure. I kiss her again and get off her.

 

I lay beside her, and I slide my hand from her lips down her chin, tracing a line only I can see down her body. I pass between her breasts, down her stomach, and draw a circle around her bellybutton. I continue down, and I slip my hand under the elastic of her pants. Much to my delight, she isn’t wearing anything under these either. She’s so hot when she is so ready like this. I slide my finger against her lips, and she grunts, I begin to massage her clit in slow circles, causing her body to start rocking.

 

I stop circling her clit, and I slide my middle finger up into her. Her whole body responds with great pleasure, she grabs my head and brings it back to her nipples, I obediently begin licking again. I only tease her for a few minutes before I stop and pull out, and tell her that I need to have her, NOW.

 

She undresses and then takes my clothes off for me. She tells me to lie down and I do. She spreads my legs, sits between them, and begins to rub my already hard cock. One of the things that I find very sexy is watching her pleasure me, it makes it so more erotic. She only plays with it for a minute, and then I watch as the bends down and takes it into her mouth.

The moment I feel her lips on the head, I feel like I am going to lose it. I always do when she gives me head, she is very good at it. She bobs up and down till I feel like I am going to pass out and I tell her to stop. She looks sad as she lets go, and I sit up.

 

I turn her around; get her on her hands and knees. I get behind her, I grab her hips in my hands, and I push myself into her. She moans as I fill her hole, and I rest a moment, she is so tight it almost hurts. I grab her by the hair; make her look into the mirror beside us. She put it there a few months ago, right after she discovered that she is turned on by watching me thrust into her. It was strange the first time, but in time it turned me on too, so we use it every time. We watched as I thrust into her slowly and then pulled out fast, then back in slow, and kept doing this over and over.

 

I’m getting near my end and so is she. I thrust her hard and fast, and she moans at every thrust, each moan louder than the last. She buries her face in the pillow and her toes curl as I feel her pussy clench down on my cock and I feel her flooding. The clenching sends me over the edge and I start pumping my sperm into her, covering her insides with it. I collapse on top of her, whispering in her ear that I love her; she says I love you too.

 

I roll her over onto her side, and pull the covers over us, never pulling out of her; I want to stay in her all night. I brush her hair from her eyes and kiss her one last time, and long after she is asleep I whisper “I’ll never leave you.”

But this girl was the exception. Her name was Lovette. I thought the name a bit silly, but who cares when you see a body like that.

Lovette was a master of seduction. As sexy as she was in the body, it was her facial expressions and her eyes that did it for me. She has a way of looking at you that’ll just make your cock stand up to say hello.

Even to this day, I still can’t believe I got her. Girls that hot usually don’t go for guys like me.

I think I’m in love with her, but it’s hard to tell sometimes. Do I love her or am I just in lust with her stripper’s body and her wanton ways? I think about that question all the time.

I feel like I’m in love when she’s seducing me, but the human mind is a hard thing to figure out. The last time she sucked me off is a perfect example.

Lovette tends to get urges to give me blowjobs when there’s too much silence in the house. That night I was working on my latest book. I’m a writer.

She startled me because I was so into my work that I didn’t hear her crawl in. I was typing and then I saw a flash of yellow hair to the sides.

She grabbed my hands and motioned for me to turn the swivel chair all the way around. She put my hands on her enormous breasts. With her hands covering mine, she started squeezing them as she stared into my eyes.

I started caressing her tits on my own. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back. Damn, she was so sexy.

I immediately felt my cock stirring to life. I knew what she wanted to do.

Visions of past blowjobs started racing through my mind’s eye. I could see her slobbering all over my cock and stroking it, getting it sopping wet, rubbing it between those fat tits hanging off her chest. Lovette was a pro when it came to sucking cock.

As I was having that thought, she paused and said, “Do you like my nice, big tits?”

I was too horny to respond, but I’m sure the answer was written all over my face and the rising bulge in my pants.

“I bet you’d like to put your cock between them, wouldn’t you?” she asked.

I felt my stomach twisting with anticipation. More visions started flashing through my head. I remembered looking down and seeing her rubbing her tits up and down my dick. The look in her eyes and the way she sucked deep breaths of air—it was enough to drive a man insane.

I usually leave music playing while I write to help set the tone. I was in the middle of a dramatic love scene when Lovette came in. The music was still playing and it was helping to set the mood for us too.

She unhooked my belt and pulled my pants all the way off. My cock was already hard so all she had to do was grab hold of it and start doing what she did best.

My legs trembled as I felt her wet mouth close around my eager cock head. She pulled back and it popped out of her mouth with a loud smacking sound.

She watched my reaction. She could see the euphoria in my eyes as she opened her mouth really wide and inhaled me all the way down to the pubic hair.

A low moan escaped my mouth. I grabbed Lovette’s shoulder. I was losing control already.

She went into a dick-sucking frenzy. Through hazed eyes, all I could see was Lovette’s beautiful face and head full of blonde hair moving up and down as she swallowed loads of my throbbing cock and moaned all the while. Then she started spitting on it—Lovette likes for my cock to be as wet as possible—and then went down on me sucking me to curve in her throat every time down.

It was like she was in my mind. I’d barely have to think something before she started doing it.

She knew how to please me so well. Everything from the way she was looking at me to the way she was letting strands of saliva hang from my cock to her sodden mouth was driving me insane, making me lust for her more, making my love for her stronger.

Lovette had a tight grip and she was stroking my meat while she took breaks to catch her breath. She had pulled out her tits and was rubbing me all over them, using my cock as a tool to spread saliva all over her heaving chest.

Her tits were so ripe, full, luscious, and perfect. She was still talking dirty to me as she tit fucked me and continued the oral assault on my pulsing hard dick.

She had me on the brink of an orgasm several times, but Lovette knew my body too well. She knew when to back off and when to pour it on. It was torture and ecstasy all rolled in a five-foot package of hot woman.

Lovette made me feel so good I almost blacked out several times. The last time it happened, I remember opening my eyes and seeing her with her teeth gritted and staring intensely in my eyes.

“I want to feel your load shoot down my throat,” she said.

I could tell she meant every word of it. She was masturbating me with my cock pointed straight at her face. Her hand was moving so fast that it looked like a blur.

Her tits were jiggling with every stroke. Damn, she looked so sexy on her knees doing what she was doing and obviously loving it.

I grunted. I felt an intense sensation burning up my cock.

Lovette opened her mouth and slowed her stroking motion just enough to get better aim.

My ass cheeks tensed up. My legs started shaking badly.

Hot cum sent shivers throughout my body. Lovette wrapped her mouth around the sensitive cock head and gave it a good, hard suck as she squeezed it. More cum leaked into her mouth.

As she was lapping it up, I could see inside her mouth. It was full to capacity.

She knew my cock was always sensitive after a good blowjob, but Lovette had a sadistic streak. There was a part of her that loved torturing me while she pleasured me.

She continued sucking my cock as cum spilled from her mouth and got all over my cock; some fell to her breasts and on the floor. Then she finally stopped, but she held me transfixed by the bubbles she was blowing with the cum that still remained in her mouth.

My cock stayed hard for a long time after that. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I even woke up with a hard-on after taking a nap.

Do I love her? I’m still not sure, but either way, I’ll never leave her. She’s Lovette—my Little Ms. Fellatio.

 

“You can sit next to me if you like.” She said.

 

“Okay, I would like that” I replied, as I moved my stuff over closer to her and spread my own towel about five feet away. She rolled over onto her stomach and leaned on her elbows as she stared at me with the greenest eyes I have ever seen. She was a redhead, and absolutely gorgeous, now that I was close enough to see.

 

“Hi, my name is Kathy.” she drawled in some southern accent that I had never heard before. It was sooo sexy that I almost drooled when she spoke. She stared at my body over the top of her sunglasses and then smiled.

 

“You’re sure a cute little thing, aren’t you?” She said, as I blushed, and slowly pulled my little top off revealing my tiny bikini top.

 

“I think I’m too fat! But my name is Jan, and I'm really happy to meet you." I said, as I pulled my tight cutoffs down over my wiggling hips. I almost lost the bottoms of my bikini and had to pull them back up real fast as she caught a glimpse of my little puffy cunt lips and my white little tummy.

 

She giggled and said, “I think you are just right, Jan. I hate really skinny girls, don’t you?”

 

“Yeah, like those models in the mags who are all skin and bones.”

 

“Yes. You have a really sexy little figure, so don’t put yourself down, okay?”

 

“Okay.” I giggled back, as I stretched out on my back in the bright sun. I turned my head and caught her looking at my breasts and licking her lips as little beads of sweat formed on her upper lip. I could see the sides of her large breasts poking out of her suit and my heartbeat went up a notch. God, she was sexy herself!

 

“You are a knockout, you know?” I panted, as I felt my nipples begin to swell and push up the fabric off my breasts so she could easily see I was getting excited looking at her. “I’m sorry I woke you up, go ahead and nap some more if you want.” I said, as I felt moisture slowly working it’s way out of my tight little vagina opening.

 

“I really am tired, was up all night with that jerk of a boyfriend of mine. He is sooo self centered. He never cares about my needs, you know?”

 

“Yeah, been there, done that.” I replied.

“So what did you do?” she asked with one perfect eyebrow raised over her tinted lenses.

 

“I threw him away and got a girl friend.” I said, as I held my breath expecting her to jump up and run.

 

“Really? Hunh. I’ve never been with a girl, what’s it like?” She asked, as I noticed her hips push down on the sand slightly, and her nipples also start to poke out.

 

“Want me to show you?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t going too fast here.

 

“No, that’s alright.” She giggled, as she laid her face down on the towel and grinned at me. “I really think I’ll snooze some more, but thanks for the offer. If I was ever going to do that I would certainly love to do it with a sexy little girl like you, though.”

 

I smiled, and then turned my face to the sun as I dozed myself, feeling the hot sun between my legs starting to make me hornier and hornier. I slowly raised my hand on the side away from her and slid it under my little triangle of cloth on the right side of my bikini top. My nipple swelled some more as I teased it with my fingernail. I glanced over to check on Kathy and she was snoring very softly with her lips parted.

 

God, she was turning me on more and more as I looked her up and down and played with my nipple. “If she is really asleep I can play with both of them.” I thought, as I raised my other hand up and slid my fingers under the cloth. I kept watching her as I got hotter and hotter, until I was moving my hips and running one foot up and down my thigh.

 

I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sweet sensations coursing through me. As I rubbed and tugged on my nipples the top slid up until I felt the sea breeze blowing over my hot skin. “Do I dare take my top off?” I panted to myself. The thought of her waking up and seeing me half naked made my cunt start to seep moisture again. I reached up and untied the tie at my neck and the one in front and pulled my top completely off and laid it on the sand.

 

I arched my back against my fingers and panted softly as I worked my body toward an orgasm. I opened my eyes and looked at Kathy as she moaned a little in her sleep and slid her hands down under her bikini bottoms. I gasped when I saw that, and I realized she must be having an erotic dream while I was playing with my breasts. I couldn’t stand it anymore and I slid both my hands under the top of my bikini bottoms and plunged my fingers into my sopping wet cunt.

 

The orgasm started slowly and ran up my body as I bit my lip and moaned. I shook violently when the full force hit me and I almost screamed, I was in such sweet agony!

By now my bottoms were down around my thighs and I untied them and pulled them completely off and laid them next to the top beside me. Then I spread my legs wide and fingered my cunt furiously while I ogled Kathy’s body now moving up and down on her own fingers in her sleep.

 

I reached up and grabbed my swollen breasts with one hand as I finger fucked my hot little cunt with the other until the second shock wave rippled through me. I spread my legs as wide as I could and yanked on my swollen clit until I was panting and sweating under the hot sun. The mixture of my sweat and my juices made a slurping sound as I fingered my cunt faster and faster and moaned softly, “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh God.” over and over, as the next orgasm built.

 

I glanced quickly at Kathy’s face and was shocked to see her green eyes staring back at me as her tongue licked her dry lips and she moaned and gasped as her own orgasm hit.

”Oh, God, Jan, that was incredible! You looked so hot fingering your little cunt, it made me cum harder than I ever have before!”

 

“Please, Kathy, take your suit off so I can look at your naked body too?”

 

“Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” she panted, as she rose up and literally tore her top off and then yanked on the side of her bottoms until the tie tore loose and the material slid off of her gorgeous rear end. I gasped at the sight of her perfect breasts and huge nipples and jerked up off the towel as another strong orgasm ran through my sweaty little body.

 

She turned on her side to show me her red haired cunt lips as she fingered them and panted and moaned over and over. She was bathed in sweat like me and it dripped off her nipples and made wet spots on her towel. I turned on my side toward her and we stared at each other as we finger fucked our wet cunts faster and faster.

 

"Oh, God, Kathy, I’m about to cum, are you?” I gasped.

 

“Oh, God yesssss” she hissed, as she pumped her fingers faster and grabbed her nipples hard and tugged on them. “Oh, God Jan, I’m cumming, please cum with me, okay?”

 

“Oh yesss, I’m cumming toooo!” I screamed, as I jerked and twitched as the contractions ran up and down my heaving little stomach.

 

“Oh God!” she screamed at the same time, and cum spurted from her cunt lips and poured on her towel and the hot sand to make a puddle by my own between us.

 

As the orgasm waned I slowly fell back down on the towel as she too collapsed and we lay there panting and smiling at each other as we tried to catch our breath.

 

“Jan, if you still want to I would really like to try having sex with a girl, would you mind terribly?” she asked, as she stared into my eyes with a sultry look. I melted on the spot as my heart thundered in my ears hearing the thing I most wanted to hear in the world at that moment.

 

“Oh God, Kathy, I want you so bad, yesss!” I panted, as I got up on my knees and leaned over to run my hand over the side of her face tenderly. She grabbed my fingers and kissed my palm as I moved next to her.

 

“Before we do anything why don’t we go cool off in the sea for a bit” I giggled, as the sweat poured off our hot bodies..

 

“Yeah, that sounds great, I’m soaked here.” She laughed, as we both stood up and started for the water. We walked down to the wet sand at the waters edge and then dove into the next curl as it raced toward the beach. We came up with foam all over our hair and then swam out past the breakers to calmer water. We floated on our backs as we talked and watched the sea gulls soaring and diving in the clear blue afternoon sky.

 

Finally we body surfed in to the beach, and got up laughing. She reached out and held my hand and then we walked back up to our towels to dry in the hot sun. We decided to walk down the beach for a while as we got to know each other better. The sands were still deserted so we just left our suits by the towels and walked naked, feeling the cool sea breeze caress out breasts and between out legs. It was fantastic to be walking with this beautiful redhead next to me and she was constantly staring at my own body as my breasts moved slightly as I walked.

 

We hugged, and giggled, and discussed boys and girls we knew until we were way down by the rocks at the far end of the beach. The constant ebbing and flowing  of the tides had carved a low ledge in the sand and we sat on it as we watched the waves break.

 

Kathy looked at me and I turned and softly kissed her. She sighed and slid her tongue into my panting mouth as I sucked and licked hers at the same time. I pushed her back so she was leaning on her elbows and slowly ran my hand up over her tight stomach. I could feel her tremble and her nipples got really big as they swelled under my touch.

 

“Oh, God!” she whispered, as I ran my hand down to the wet red hairs above her cunt lips. She had shaved so her bikini wouldn’t show any hair poking out, but had left a neatly trimmed patch right above her puffy cunt that I was now running my fingers through. I pushed gently as she opened her shaking legs and my finger slid onto her wet opening as she gasped and jerked her hips.

 

She tried to stand and I shook my head as I moved between her open legs. “Let me show you the way, okay?” I panted, as I forced another finger in beside the other one. She moaned, and threw her head back, and then closed her eyes, as I began to finger fuck her while I ran my other hand up and down her quaking body. She shivered as I pulled out on her big nipples, and I felt more of her juices wetting my plunging fingers.

 

I kept it up until she was gasping and moaning.

 

”Oh God, Jan! Your fingers feel soo good inside me. Oooh, what did you just touch in there? Ohmigod! I feel like I’m about to pee and cum at the same time! Oh, shit, Jan, fuck me faster, honey, please. Unh, unh, unh, unh. Oh God I’m gonna’ cum again, oh Jaaaaaaaan!” She screamed, as she gushed all over my hand and twitched and jerked on the soft sand.

 

 Each contraction lifted her up in the air as her stomach muscles tightened and then released over and over. She flayed around as another orgasm hit, and she grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers in deeper as she screamed out again and again, from the intense spasms running up and down her sweaty body. Finally I let her come down as I kissed her breasts and belly button and licked her soft red cunt hair.

 

“Wow! What a turn on!” she said, as she pulled me up on top of her, and kissed me hard on the mouth. “You must have done this before!” she giggled, as I licked her lips and bit her lower lip gently.

 

“Yeah, once or twice.” I giggled back, as I slid down over her sweaty body and ran my tongue up into her outer cunt lips and nibbled on her hard little clit. She jerked up off the sand and grabbed my hair and shoved my face hard against her mound as she spurted cum into my open mouth. Her cunt lips were trembling as I licked and sucked her through two more intense orgasms.

 

“Oh, shit, Jan, please stop, I can’t take any more!” She cried, as she rolled around on the now wet sand.

 

“Oh, alright. If you insist.” I giggled, as I bit her clit one last time playfully. I reached out and pulled her to her feet and we walked down to rinse off in the ocean. We splashed around for a while as we hugged and kissed until I was getting so turned on my cunt was dripping down my leg.

 

“It looks like the little girl has a problem.” She laughed, as she tweaked one of my rock hard nipples. I gasped, and grabbed her hand and crushed it against my swollen breast. She grabbed the other one and then tugged and twirled the little nubs between her fingers until I was going wild with lust.

 

“Oh, Kathy, please make love to me now, okay? “ I panted, as I threw my arms around her neck and crushed her beautiful body against mine. I rubbed my nipples back and forth over hers as she ran her fingers down to my cunt and slid one nail up and down my wet little slit. I jerked at her touch and pushed my hips forward as I grabbed her hand and started humping it feverishly.

 

She curled three finger tips up in me and I fucked them harder and harder until I felt the orgasm start up my straining little body. She was really strong and held me tight as she fucked me, and it felt sooooo good! I slid my leg between hers and she pushed her own cunt hard against it as she started humping me too. Then she pushed me back and I fell to the wet sand at the waters edge. A wave petered out on the beach and the wash surged up my gaping cunt around her fingers and I screamed at the intense orgasm as it jerked me around and around. I gripped the wet slippery shore as she continued to pound in and out until I was screaming constantly, “Fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me! Oh God! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” over and over, as I jerked my hips up off the sand and squirmed and shuddered out more orgasms.

 

She wiped my stringy blonde curls out of my dripping wet face and helped me up. I held onto her body tight as we staggered up the beach to our towels. I flopped down as she tenderly wiped the last of the seawater off me. Then she picked up a blanket that she had with her and spread it out and we laid back on it to dry off and snuggle in the waning sunlight. As the cool air blew off the waves I pulled our towels over us and we were snug as a bug under them.

 

We heard footsteps in the sand and looked up at two guys and their dates coming down from the dunes behind us. They stared at us lying there, and then the girls giggled and the guys smiled knowingly at the two lesbian girls lying close together under their towels with apparently nothing on, since our bikinis were lying in the sand next to us.

 

They moved down the beach a ways and set their cooler down and spread their own blankets out. We watched as the girls pulled their sweatshirts off to reveal stunning figures wrapped in the sexiest bikinis we had ever seen! They had tiny little pouches in front that barely covered their cunts and the tops were almost non existent just barely covering their nipples. The thong like outfits revealed their cute buns completely to our gaze and we both shuddered with desire to go fuck them right then!

 

I caressed Kathy’s breast as she moaned in my ear, “Oh, God, Jan, I’m turning into such a slut here. I want to eat them both while you watch me and I want you to eat me right now while they watch. God, what have you done to me?”

 

I ran my tongue into her ear and sucked noisily as she shuddered and gasped loudly. She pushed my hand down between her legs and I ran my fingers up her wet cunt as she panted and moaned. The guys were looking at us and their shorts did little to hide the fact that they were both getting rock hard. Their dates giggled, and then reached down and grabbed their bulges as they jerked and gasped while ogling us making out under the towels.

 

“Jan, pull my towel down, okay?” Kathy panted in my face as I stared into her beautiful green eyes. “I want them to see me naked while you finger fuck me. Oh God, I’m soo wet!”

 

I smiled at her half closed eyes and ran my fingernail down across her tight stomach under her towel and she jerked and gasped as I did. “Oh, God, Jan, I’m starting to cum again. I can’t believe how horny I am since we met this morning; I can’t seem to get enough! You’re driving me crazy with lust, you meany.” She panted, as she fucked up against my fingers driving in and out of her sopping wet cunt.

 

The motion of her hips thrashing around caused her towel to slide slowly off her straining body until the group watching us gasped as her naked body suddenly was revealed as it finally fell completely off. I smiled at them as I fingered her harder and harder, and the girls’ mouths hung open in awe as they rubbed their date’s shorts faster and faster. Then Kathy screamed as she bucked up off the sand and spurted her sweet juices all over my hand. At that same moment I heard the guys moan and watched as cum spurted down their legs from under their baggy shorts.

 

I turned and slid my tongue down over Kathy’s smooth belly to her red cunt hair. She pulled my body over her so my own cunt was directly over her face, and then she plunged her tongue up between the outer lips of my wet cunt, too. My towel was falling off as we sucked and licked each other totally oblivious to the group watching us now. The waning sun shown on our glistening sweaty bodies as we ate each other.

 

We gasped and moaned in unison until we both came together. I licked hungrily at her soft cunt as she ran her tongue up and down my own slit sucking all the moisture into her hot mouth as she panted.

 

Finally we collapsed with our heads between each others legs. We heard applause break out and looked up to see the group standing over us grinning and clapping at our naked bodies sixty nined on the blanket. I rolled off Kathy and we both grinned back at them as they offered us each a beer and toasted us with theirs.

 

“Great show!” one of the guys said as his date ran her hand over his softening penis down the front of his shorts. The other girl was stroking her date in the same way with her hand down under his shorts, too. The two guys were hugging the girls to their sides as they panted and moved their hips as the fondling increased.

 

We slid over on our knees and pulled their shorts down as their rigid cocks sprang into view. Kathy helped the one girl jack off her date while I fondled the other ones balls and licked the throbbing head with the tip of my little pink tongue. It didn’t take but a few seconds before they erupted and shot white sprays of cum all over our faces and the grasping hands of their dates.

 

We all laughed as we wiped them off with our towels and then they walked over to their own blanket and stretched out to recover. The two girls stayed and knelt by us as we chatted and giggled about the afternoon’s activities. I saw one girl, who said her name was Kasey, ogling me when she thought I wasn’t looking and Kathy noticed and grinned at me.

 

“Looks like someone wants to fondle your cute little clit.” She whispered in my ear, as the girl blushed and her friend laughed. I stared her in the eyes as I ran my fingers over her bikini clad little tits and she gasped as she blushed. But she didn’t move away as I slid one finger under the elastic and traced my nail across her stiff little nipple. She gasped and put her own hand over mine and squeezed my fingers into her swelling breast.

 

Kathy slid over and did the same to her other nipple and the other girl panted as she watched us playing with her friend. Then we pulled her top off and tugged on her stiff little nubs until she was moaning and trembling from out caresses. We stood her up and untied her bikini bottoms and let them fall to the sand revealing her pretty little shaved cunt lips and the moisture seeping out of them. I licked my lips at the sight and my own cunt erupted as I shuddered out another orgasm. Kathy was fingering her fleshy cunt as I leaned over and sucked one little nipple deep into my mouth.

 

Her friend watched as she removed her bikini and fondled her own nipples and fingered her cunt. I looked over at her and something in my head rang a bell. I stopped what I was doing and just stared at her. She looked at me questioningly, and said, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I wracked my brain and finally realized what was troubling me. I knew this girl! I had seen her picture on the internet!

 

A short while back some guy had sent me pictures of a girl who he pretended to be, to try and coax me to send him my naked photos. This had to be her, or her exact twin! I stared some more until she blushed and dropped her eyes to the sand.

 

“Have you ever had a boyfriend in England?” I asked.

 

“Yeah, I did a few months ago, why? And how could you possibly know that?” She stammered with fear in her eyes.

 

 “Because he sent me your pictures on the net.” I replied, as she stared at me in total shock.

 

“He couldn’t have!” She replied, as she licked her dry lips.

 

“Your name is Tishy, right?”

 

“Oh. My God! I can’t believe this! Who are you, and why are you telling me this stuff?”

 

‘I write stories for a sex site on the web under the pen name DeeDee18. Have you ever heard of me?” I asked.

 

“Oh, shit! Sure I have. My boyfriend wrote to tell me he was trying to write to you. What a small world! Are you really her? How incredible is that?” She said, as she shuddered and looked at me searchingly.

 

“Yes I am, and I have thought about your sweet face and sexy body many times since then, and have wanted to eat you so bad that I lay awake nights playing with myself while staring at your tight body and those yummy looking breasts and nipples and your sweet looking cunt lips. And here you are in the flesh, and even more stunning than I imagined!” I panted, as my cunt leaked on the sand and my nipples swelled so hard that they ached looking at her.

 

“Ohmigod! That is amazing! You really want me that bad, hunh? Well here’s your chance sweetie, get over here and eat me now!” She panted with that sweet little glint in her eye, as I knelt before her parted legs and looked up at her wet slit above my face. I reached around to fondle her tight buns as I buried my face in her smooth mound and ran my tongue up her hot cunt.

 

“Oh God. How I’ve imagined this moment!” I gasped, as I sucked on her clit hungrily. She smiled down at me and giggled as she swept her honey streaked hair over my head. “You like that, little one?” she panted.

 

“Umm hum.” I mumbled as I worked my tongue deeper into her wet cunt. I licked up and down on her inner lips until her hips began to move and her breath was coming in short gasps as she ground her cunt into my face.

 

“Oh, God, Jan, or whoever you are, you feel soo good in there. Suck me harder, harder. Bite my clit! Yessss.” She panted, as I nibbled and tugged with my teeth on her stiff nub. Then she stiffened, and I felt her warm juices flow into my mouth as she shook from her orgasm. She bucked against my face repeatedly until the contractions eased and she let her breath out in a rush.

 

“Oh, man, you are good!” She panted, as she ran her fingers through my hair and then kissed the top of my head. I looked up into her eyes and smiled as I grabbed her buns and ran a finger up and down her smooth crack. She gasped, and then giggled, as I stood up and kissed her and ran my tongue over her sweet lips and stared into those mischievously beautiful eyes.

 

By now Kathy had the other girl totally exhausted so they staggered over to their blankets and flopped down on their boyfriends and fell asleep in their arms. I hugged Kathy, and then we picked up our stuff and shook the sand out and folded everything up. We walked up the dunes to our cars exchanging phone numbers and kissing and hugging all the way.

 

As I drove down the highway I recalled the day, and the miraculous meeting with Tishy and Kathy, and I smiled as I headed for the airport to fly back to my little lover Angie to regale her with my latest escapade. She would be sooo jealous!

 

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It has certain benefits and none of the irritating male problems that come with marriage.

I should know, I’ve been married three times!

I know, I know, sometimes I am too romantic for my own good but I think I have finally cured myself of dreaming that futile and pathetic dream of the perfect marriage.

The truth is, men become so mundane, so bloody boring once they’re married!

 The romance goes, the courtesy vanishes, not to mention the sex! It all evaporates once the honeymoon concludes.

I thought I knew the reasons why my previous marriages failed and decided in the third marriage, that hubby and I would have separate residences, that we would preserve the mystery! Nothing makes me drier than the Gobi desert than to hear my man fart and belch in bed, or see his grotty underwear strewn around the room.

Tidy habits vanish and once they’re married, they forget about making themselves presentable.

Why is it men expect us to dress in sexy lingerie – usually bloody uncomfortable stuff – but they don’t even think to have a shower or even shave?

Oh yes, rub your stubbly face over my sensitive bits – that will get me soo hot – not!

Men!

 Some information for men – you have distinctive odours – some I like, others make me want to vomit!

Absorb the fact that the female of the species can distinguish at least ten thousand different odours while the male is lucky to be able to identify five thousand!  That could be the reason you don’t see many female garbage collectors, do you?

It’s just evolution and, believe me, there were times when I wished the proportions were reversed.

However, we like pleasing odours. Note the emphasis on pleasing!

 So shower, don’t use a strong or perfumed soap and don’t pour a bucket of cologne over you when you’re finished – in fact, no cologne at all!

And wash your bloody balls! They can really pong after a while. Believe me, there is a good odour associated with male genitalia and then there is – well, no need to explain, I hope.

There’s nothing like the distinctive masculine odour of a fresh man in your arms.

Back to my third marriage.

The separate residences worked out pretty well for at least seven months but then he became whiney.  A whining man is the ultimate turn off. How can you respect a man who whines and complains?

I divorced him.

He’s probably whining about that as I speak!

I digress – sorry, it’s the educator in me.

Where was I?

Therefore, I enjoy being the other woman. I use the cock, and go home to soak in my bath while listening to my music. Sport never graces my television set, the toilet seat is always down and I have lace edging on my duvet.

All in all, very satisfactory and when I want sex with a male, I hunt.

That was how I found Mark.

I seduced Mark very easily. If a woman can’t seduce the man she has eyes on, she must be from another planet! Earth men are easy! (That’s a small film joke, I’m not really from another planet).

He was easy, in fact a little boring , not even fun and games. It was ok for the night– I just really wanted a cock – you know how you just need penetration? It was one of those nights!

It was adequate and then he became morose and had regrets. He began to go on about how his wife didn’t understand him. I couldn’t stand it!

I slapped him.

Hard.

‘Will you bloody shut up! I have no concern at all about your wife or what you do or don’t do! I am not interested! I was interested in your cock! Now that’s over, I’m going.’

‘But…but Carmen…will I see you again?’

‘What on earth for?’

He was immediately at a loss and I felt slightly sorry for him.

‘Call me at my office sometime,’ I said airily. ‘I’ll leave you to pay for the room. Bye.’

He called and called and I relented.

We had lunch and I watched Mark be very rude to the waiters and pretend to be so in control. I resolved to never see the ignorant and boring little shite again.

Then he began to ramble on about rubbish so I took control.

‘Shut up or I’ll slap you again!’

He gaped at me, eyes wide and shut his mouth.

‘Or, perhaps,’ I said, sipping wine, ‘I’ll give you a bloody good flogging!’

Mark suddenly blushed and I wondered if I was on to something.

‘Perhaps you’d like that,’ I said maliciously, watching him squirm, ‘perhaps your little dick is hard at the thought of me putting you over my knee?’

‘Ah…I… he stuttered and I smiled.

‘You would like me to spank you, wouldn’t you?’

‘Me? Ah…no…that’s silly,’ he said, face bright red.

‘Is it? I think you should get up, walk out of the restaurant, reserve a room at the nearest hotel and come back here with the key. I’ll finish my meal and then take you back to the hotel and spank you.’

‘Now,’ Mark stuttered gamely, ‘Carmen…that’s…’

‘Last chance,’ I said, carefully placing my knife and fork on the entrée plate. ‘Decide!’

Slowly, Mark stood up, adjusted the bulge in his trousers and walked out of the restaurant.

He was quiet and submissive when he returned with the key and I made him walk behind me to the hotel. I also enjoyed making him strip naked and lying over my lap so I could spank him.

I am an accomplished spanker – there are a few spankees that would testify to that!

My female lovers enjoy spanking tremendously, warms them up for an intensive bout of lovemaking while with men, it just makes them totally submissive, overwhelmed with subby emotions.

Mark wanked for me after I finished and I do adore watching a naked man wank when he has small sparkling tears in his eyes from a jolly good spanking!

I thought that was the end of it as Mark was a useless and deadly boring little shit.

One morning, at the university, as I was detailing the construction of medieval French castles, I noticed a woman seated in the back of the lecture room.

She was not one of my normal scruffy students who thought University was an excuse to look like penniless ruffians and was dressed simply but elegantly.

I gestured to my last slide, indicated that further reading should be undertaken from the sources listed and finished.

Gathering my material, I pushed through the students, ignoring the usual ingratiating ones and zeroed in on the young woman. She was older than the usual motley crew and I smiled as I said, ‘have you just joined the course? I haven’t seen you before.’

‘Ah…no. They said I could sit in and listen. Is that all right?’ she asked anxiously.

‘Of course. Are you thinking of enrolling?’

‘I’d like to but…’

‘I’m Carmen but I expect you know that.’

She laughed self-consciously.

‘Yes Professor, I know and I’ve read all your books. I’m Wendy.’

‘You’ve read all my books?’

I raised an eyebrow at that as I guessed she hadn’t read my other books, just the boring ones on medieval history.

‘Yes. I find the subject fascinating and the way you write about historical figures just brings them alive.’

‘Thank you, Wendy. I’m just dashing off to have a coffee. Would you like to join me?’

She was a sweet thing, a little nervous with me but quite beautiful. I gestured at the wedding ring on her finger.

‘How long have you been married?’

‘A year.’

‘Congratulations on surviving the first year.’

Wendy smiled nervously and sipped her coffee.

‘Why don’t you enrol?’

‘Ah, my husband wouldn’t allow it.’

‘Why ever not?’

‘He…he wants me to stay at home…’

‘How frightful!’

‘He’s very decisive and controlling, Professor…’

‘Please, call me Carmen. He sounds very irritating to me.’

‘Have you been married…Pro…Carmen?’

‘Three times. Each was a disaster and the sex became awful!’

Wendy flushed at that.

‘You…you are one of the few historians that discuss sex in a historical context…’

‘Medieval people did enjoy sex, Wendy, it’s a useful way of increasing the population!’

She laughed.

‘I know. Sorry.’

We chatted for sometime and parted.

Wendy returned to my lectures and we made a small habit of having coffee together. Inevitably, the conversation would return to marriage, husbands and sex.

It was when Wendy casually mentioned her husband’s name that I felt a small shiver pass over the back of my neck.

‘Your husband’s name is Mark?’

‘Yes,’ Wendy said brightly and furnished her last name.

It was Mark – the spankee!

I looked at her carefully.

I don’t believe in fate or coincidence and this was either a striking coincidence or Wendy planned it.

‘You don’t really enjoy medieval history, do you?’ I asked evenly.

‘No,’ she admitted, ‘not much, although, I have learned quite a lot during our small discussions.’

‘How wonderful,’ I said sarcastically. ‘What is this about, Wendy?’

‘I…I listened in on Mark’s telephone conversation, I have suspected him for sometime and I heard him badgering you to meet him for lunch…I knew then…’

‘Knew what?’

‘That you…you were …the other woman!’

‘How dramatic,’ I said with a droll tone. ‘I think we should have lunch and I am definitely going to have a glass of wine.’

‘Did you hear what I said?’

‘Of course,’ I said patiently, ‘and I will explain to you over a long lunch. With some luck, we will be tipsy by three.’

‘I…I don’t know…’

‘You don’t like me?’ I pouted and she smiled.

‘Yes, I do. I didn’t want to but I do.’

‘Then have lunch with me.’

‘I…I don’t know…

‘I have a way for your marriage to improve and your sex life will be wonderful.’

Wendy studied me keenly.

‘Really?’ Wendy asked slowly after a long moment.

‘Yes, really! Now, see if you can signal that silly waiter, we’ll escape this mundane café  and whisk away o to my favourite restaurant.’

‘Hello Mark, this is Carmen.’

‘Carmen?’

Mark’s voice became immediately soft over the telephone but I suspected his dick was hard.

‘Why…ah…’

‘I want to play some more games. You liked our last game, didn’t you?’

‘Ah…yes,’ he whispered.

‘I want to play again but harder this time. Do you want to play harder, Mark?’

‘Yes,’ he whispered again.

‘Book a hotel room.’

He was naked and kneeling on the floor of the hotel room when I arrived – just as I had instructed.

I remained fully clothed to increase his humiliation, bound his arms together, and lashed them to the top of the doorframe before flogging his back and bottom.

Angry red welts covered his rear when I finally released him, carefully avoiding his rigid cock and lashed his arms behind his back.

I propelled him to the bed and forced him to lie on his back.

Mark watched me with wide eyes as I tied his ankles together and then forced the gag into his mouth.

‘There, Mark is all silent,’ I said as I buckled the straps behind his head.

The television sound was loud as I had used it to mask the sounds of the flogging and I used the remote to turn the set completely off.

‘All quiet – just how I like it.’

Taking a red lipstick from my handbag, I sat on the bed beside the restrained Mark.

‘You’re in a pickle now, Mark,’ I said casually and began writing on his bare chest with the lipstick. ‘You’ve just given up control in more way than one.’

He watched as I wrote on his skin and drew a large arrow pointing at his hard cock.

‘I don’t suppose you can read upside down so I’ll tell you what I’ve written. If you’re interested of course. Nod if you are.’

Mark frantically nodded.

‘It says, “I am a submissive slut. Please control me. You control me by controlling this!” The arrow points at your hard dickie!’

I slipped my hand around his cock and slowly stroked it twice, leaving Mark gasping into the gag with frustration.

Carefully, I pushed a cock ring around his cock.

‘That will trap the blood and keep it nice and hard for your wife.’

Mark gaped at me and I smiled as he made desperate noises in the gag.

‘Wendy will be here in about twenty minutes to see a side of her husband she never knew about. Perhaps she’ll flog you again or just spank you. I do know Wendy has a chastity belt for you and I admit, it was my idea. I’m such a bitch! I don’t think that your willie is going to get much relief anytime soon!’

I flicked his hard cock with my forefinger and stood up.

‘Perhaps when she’s trained you, I can come around for coffee or dinner to see how you’ve progressed.’

I walked to the hotel room door.

‘I suspect, Mark, that your marriage will last for sometime, perhaps twenty or thirty years. At least until Wendy grows tired of you.’

He made more desperate noises into the gag and I smiled as I slowly shut the door.

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When he told me he was 18 I couldn’t and wouldn’t believe him.

Finally I learned that he was 18 and was told that he like his parents would always be a small physical person.

He was a man trapped in a boy’s body.

Then after being sure about his age I started responding to his flirting frivolous advances.

We had a chemistry reaction the first time we met and he didn’t make any effort to hide his gay conduct.

But even though he winked at me and threw me kisses and even hugged me and lightly touched my privates through my clothing with light brushes and several advancing techniques he still stopped just short of letting me do any serious contact unto or upon him. I decide that his IQ was way less than the age of 18.

Then after becoming bored with his bashful attitude and my attention to him dimming he confessed to me about how he had once been gay with a guy before he had swung his balls and the guy had threw him on a bed and raped his ass very roughly. and was so very scared to do sex with me or anyone.

And he was afraid that I’d get real horny and try to do it to him.

So I put some thought into this problem and decided to try something with him to give him confidence.

On his next visit and after his quick hug and his nervous jittery reaction I asked him to tie my hands behind me and then he could do anything he desired to or demand of me.

He thought I was crazy and refused at first and I pleaded that it was worth a try.

I even allowed him to tie my ankles.

Then there we were with me bound up real tight and pleading with him to do anything he wanted. This kid changed completely right in front of me.

He first undressed completely so I could finally see his beautiful body and erect gentiles which were very normally like full size balls and had light public hair but the fat dick was only maybe just short of 5 inches. This boyish look turned me on more than a big whopper would have. Then he pranced in front of me turning slowly and letting me enjoy the view.

Then he nervously dropped my pants down to my ankles and seemed in awe of my 6 inch dick and he seemed to think it was huge and grasped it warmly and fondled with it.

He then rubbed his against mine and moaned with awe.

He then rubbed his in my butte crevice and then put his buttocks against my erection.

He acted so Kiddies and sissy about it all and I just had never had anything so tantalizing before happen to me. He then put the side of his face against my dick and balls,

I squatted down and asked to kiss his dick and he giggled and teased me with it by brushing it against my lips but never letting me get the morsel in my mouth.

Then he pulled my clothes back up and put his back on and told me that now I cold believe him when he said he was gay. I hadtold him that he was not gay before.

He waited  awhile for me to cool down as he worded it then untied me and said now you’ll be wanting me to come back won’t you which I answered yes to and he asked me if I loved him and I said yes. He whispered at the door that he loved me and would be back again and swished out the door with me all mixed up emotional.

I knew he was not yet out of the closet that I heard so much about and I symphonize with him because of my past and fears that caused me not to secumber to my desires.

I had been and was also brainwashed about sex and wish there was someway I could erase all the old brainwash and meet someone that had never been brainwashed as to think sex and love is a sin.

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Like the screaming. Believe me, I have no problem being vocal during sex. I can dirty-mouth any tight girl enough to make her as horny as a guy wanking along to Jessica Simpson’s latest commercial. But halfway through the good part...they start making these noises. Each woman sounds different in the beginning – some have a more melodic hum while some just bleat like goats – but eventually, they all start squirming and groaning like a drunken cat in heat. That I can tolerate up to a point. But soon comes the oh-fuck-oh-god-yes-yes-I’m-gonna-come-climax, and suddenly those forty dollar manicures are drawing my blood, and my apartment fills with screams like I’m murdering her instead of pleasing her. My eardrums beg me to reach up and strangle her before I go limp and deaf.

And then there’s the jiggling. There’s no straight guy out there who wouldn’t dream of suckling a double D cup hottie and watching her tits roll with every thrust of his cock inside of her. But after long enough with any woman, I feel like I’m fucking a piece of jello. Wiggle, bounce, bounce, bounce...after a while, you start noticing that some parts that shouldn’t be jiggling are jiggling, and she’s suddenly a hell of a lot flabbier than she looked in the dim light of the subway.

There are other things – like the fact that no man could possibly master the art of pleasuring a woman, even if he read every advice book and took every kama sutra class in the world – but up until a couple of weeks ago, I thought I didn’t have a choice. I took every fuck as a necessity, sweating and groaning and thrusting until I came, and then politely zipping up my pants and moving on. I could satisfy my occasional cravings with a blowjob here and a fuck there, and that was that. But there was something missing. Something I couldn’t quite place.

I should introduce myself before I go on. My name is Lance Callahan, and I live in New York City in an apartment I (grudgingly) share with my crack-snorting older brother, Seth. I’m seventeen years old and I work two shitty jobs to pay the bills that my dumbass brother always somehow rakes up. My mother’s dead, and I never knew my father – and I’m damn well glad I didn’t because I’d have to slit the son-of-a-bitch’s throat if I did. Seth and I live under the same roof for convenience’s sake alone, and as long as each pays his own share and stays out of the other’s way, it works. That means I basically live on my own and do whatever the hell I want with myself.

Appearance-wise, I don’t think I’m too daunting. I have dirty-blonde hair, but a few months ago I took a liking to bleaching it and dying it dark blue. It always falls in jagged streaks along my forehead, and I like the effect. I got my left eyebrow pierced a while ago, and I sometimes wear a ring on by bottom lip, but both are only a barely noticeable glint of silver. Half the reason I did it was to piss Seth off, anyway – and it worked, so there’s no way I’m getting rid of either of them. I have light brown eyes and relatively pale skin. I’m not perfect, and I do have a few little white scars, but you have to look for them to see them. I dress in whatever the local shoplifter is selling that week, but I’ve always been attracted to darker colors – they look better on me, anyway. I don’t paint my nails or wear makeup or any of that shit. I don’t have the money, I don’t have the patience, and above all, I abhor the idea.

As I was saying, though, there was something distinctly missing in my life. It haunted me at night, especially after sex. The raw afterglow seeped away at something inside of me more and more each time I fucked someone, and I ended up walked away feeling emptier than before. It was like I was constantly trying to fill a bottomless cup. I tried to brush it off as my imagination – after all, there was no rationality behind this odd twinge of hunger – but something in me wouldn’t let go.

Ultimately, it took one of my brother’s friends to give me the missing piece.

His name was Lucas, but we always called him Luke. He was one of Seth’s pot-buddies, meaning that he was one of over a dozen kids who showed up every Thursday night to chain-smoke in Seth’s bedroom. He had deep black hair that fell down in straight cascades down the sides of his face, and a calculated smile that made you think he was about to say something taunting and sarcastic. His eyes were a shocking shade of electric green, and they always seemed to be deep and shifting, like he was looking right into every person in the room and reading their most intimate thoughts. He had pierced tongue and a rolling laugh, and a slender body and fingers that reminded you of a musician. He always wore black and only black, and tight clothing that looked like it might rip if he stretched his arms or legs any further. A peculiar scent of spicy smoke seemed to follow him wherever he went, and he always moved as smoothly as a dancer, whether it was on the nightclub floor or just tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette.

He also happened to be the most flamingly open homosexual you could ever come across.

I had absolutely no problem with him before I started going to the strips and dance clubs with my brother’s buddies. He was just another kid in the pack, and I really didn’t give a damn about him or what he did. But then he started eyeing me, and that’s when I got uncomfortable. I still had that one-track pussy-bound mind, so when he threw his gaze down my body amid the flashes of the synthetic lights, I frowned and ignored every fiber of his being. Any time he tried to talk to me, I bluntly excused myself and walked off to the nearest retreat, be it a bathroom or a back alley.

Then, he started trying to touch me. It first started when he was walking out the apartment door one Thursday night, and he gave my ass a little pinch when he stepped by. He turned and laughed at my startled expression, and I was so angry that I told him to go fuck himself and literally shoved him out by the wood of the door. Later on, whenever he showed up at a club with the others, he’d always find some opportunity to casually brush his hand against me. It could be anything from accidentally brushing by thigh while lifting his hand for his drink or pressing his arm against my back as he tried to squeeze behind me in the crowd.

It got to a point where once, amid the throbbing of the base and the sweat of the people crowded around me, I suddenly felt his breath hot in my ear and his hips roughly grinding my ass. I had whipped around, flushed and speechless, just about ready to punch him in the face. But before I could spit any of my welling venom at him, he laughed and walked away without saying a word.

The thing was, I wasn’t scared of him because I was repulsed by his advances.

I was scared of him because it was turning me on.

Needless to say, after that night, I avoided all possible contact with him. I stayed out on Thursday nights and stopped going to those clubs. If I accidentally went to the same convenience store at the same time he did, I left immediately. If I saw him standing on the sidewalk near our apartment, I ducked my head and took a roundabout route. I did anything and everything to stay out of his sight.

Meanwhile, my sexual need seemed to take a sharp upturn for no reason, and I found myself becoming less and less picky with the girls I fucked. I didn’t care if they screamed bloody murder and tore my skin apart with their French manicures. I just needed a release, and I needed it badly, because I was thinking too much about him and it horrified me. He’s just a creep, I told myself. Just a creep, and I’m going through an odd phase that’ll correct itself as soon as I shoot him in his dirty little face.

I was very successful in avoiding him – so successful, in fact, that I didn’t catch a glimpse of him for an entire five weeks.

And then, it all happened.

I remember it was a Sunday night, because the fuzzy, cheap television screen kept showing reruns of an earlier football game. I collapsed on the couch after a day of shoving sloppy hamburgers under people’s noses at my restaurant job, and then at my pharmacy job selling old ladies their monthly urinary tract infection meds and a copy of People’s magazine. I was tired and I wanted to fall asleep, but more than that, I felt strangely horny.

I flipped through the channels vaguely, watching the colors change but not taking interest in anything. Not even Telemundo could amuse me in my oppressive need. I was about to reach down into my pants when I heard the sound of grunting in the room next door, and I realized with sharp frustration that my brother was getting off with some chick. That meant masturbation was out of the question, because I was not going to get caught jacking off by Seth and whatever slut he had tonight. I groaned aloud, contemplating getting up and going to my room for some privacy, though I didn’t have the energy to do it.

Then, I heard the door click and creak open and shut. I figured it was one of Seth’s closer friends, because they had a key so they could get their share of crack whenever they wanted. I didn’t even bother to lift my head off of the lumpy couch to see who it was. "You can’t get in right now," I called motionlessly, watching some Spanish girl giving her boyfriend a bitch slap on the screen. "He’s fucking. Come back later."

"Damn," the voice replied, "And I’m craving like fuckin’ hell."

I froze. My whole body tensed all at once. I jerked up to a sitting position and whipped my head back in time to see him tucking his keys into his pocket, regarding me with that calculating smile of his. Luke was wearing his usual black jeans and tight shirt, but something about the slender outfit that made him seem taller and more inviting than usual. His dark hair hung about his face and wisped along his cheeks, and it only served to brighten his eyes and soften the skin around them.

My throat instantly went dry and I narrowed my eyes dangerously at him, as though daring him to take a step closer. He only seemed amused at that, grinning catishly and glancing toward the kitchen. "You think he’ll be done soon?" he asked aloud, though already walking into the kitchen to help himself to a can of beer. His voice was soon muffled by the wall. "I’ll wait it out. Fuckin’ cravings."

I glared venomously at the whitewashed wall that separated us, my mind buzzing. Bastard. Bastard shouldn’t be here. I seriously considered getting up and leaving at that very moment. But my pride got the best of me. I refused to leave my home just because some son of a bitch thought he could walk in and own the place. I turned and resumed watching the soap opera, only this time my eyes were narrowed and hard, and I really wasn’t paying attention to the plotline. I was fuming and plotting what I would say to him and how I would mess up his face when he emerged from the kitchen.

Then, I felt his crossed arms leaning on the cushion behind my head, and his leaning face was level with mine. His breath was warm and already tainted with Budweiser. "Anything good on, kid?"

He loved calling me "kid," even though I was only two years younger than him. I stared harder at the television screen, my jaw beginning to lock.

"Fuck off."

"That’s interesting."

I could practically feel him smiling, and to my relief, he shifted away. That relief was short-lived, however, when I felt him plop himself next to myself, the beer can sloshing gently in his grasp as he took another long draught. I was tenser than ever, knowing that he was much less than arm’s length away from me. I wanted to turn and give him a good punch like I could to my brother during one of our more heated fights. But I didn’t. And I was silently horrified because I didn’t. Instead, I kept watching the screen, the silence absorbing the air around us. Soon, it was just the din of the television, the slut’s grunting next door, the sound of his breathing, and the pounding of the blood in my ears.

Slowly, to my absolute dismay, the incessant horniness that had consumed my thoughts before his arrival took hold again. The fact that I could hear my brother fucking in the room next door wasn’t helping. I didn’t dare even look down to see if I was showing. I was too paralyzed by Luke’s presence to reach down and touch my hardening cock, even if I wanted to – which I desperately did, at this point. Instead, about a full minute after the throbbing begged for my touch, I shifted a little in my seat to alleviate some of the ache.

It was the wrong move. Lucas had been watching me the whole time, and he let out a laugh muffled by his closed lips. "You’re such a horny bastard," he chided.

I turned my head sharply and opened my mouth to snap at him when my words were swallowed by something tender and hot. That same moment, my jean-clad cock was enveloped by his warm and pressing fingers. I let out a sound of surprise that only drowned in his mouth as he started kissing and rubbing me.

My nerves were roused and I let in a sharp breath through my nose, jerking my head away and grabbing his wrist. "Get the fuck off me, faggot," I hissed between my teeth.

But that was when I looked at his face, a threat died on my lips. On his lips and in his green eyes, he was smiling. Smiling like he knew. "Shut up, kid," he told me simply. Before I knew it, his mouth was digging into mine again, and his hand resumed its work on my aching crotch.

This time, I didn’t try to stop him. His lips were thinner than any woman I’d ever kissed, but they were raw with talent, suckling and digging at my mouth until I could barely breathe. His pierced tongue was hot and teasing, rolling along my hesitantly parted mouth. When he flicked my bottom lip, I felt the click of the cold metal of our piercings, and it made me shudder. That in itself was sexier than anything I’d ever done with any girl in my entire life. His palm rubbed mercilessly against my now throbbing cock, and I squirmed under his hand. His tongue finally got past my lips and delved into my mouth, playfully seeking my own tongue. I could taste the beer on his breath, and it turned me on even more. I finally did offer my tongue to him, and he rewarded me with wet and slow licks. His fingers rubbed first up and down, and then in slow circles on the stiff fabric of my jeans. I could feel my skin heating all over at his touch.

His mouth broke off with an inward gasp, and he murmured something about wanting me. His tongue trailed down my jaw and neck, leaving me to try to catch my breath again. His free hand circled my wrist, and he eased me backward to lie down on the couch. My legs were still splayed apart, one dangling off of the couch. He straddled my hip and pressed his own leg against the apex of my thighs, but when he lowered himself down and pressed his heated and firm weight against me, I forgot myself and let out a moan. His chest was warm and firm against mine, and my hands reached up and felt the masculine flesh through the skin-tight shirt. Nothing could’ve been hotter than when I felt two stiff nubs through the fabric.

Encouraged by my response, Luke had taken to suckling my neck and rubbing by own chest. I don’t know why, but I’m very sensitive around my neck. So when he flicked his warm tongue against the nape of my neck and drew wet patterns with the tip, I groaned aloud. The sensation of his soft thigh against my jeans was driving me crazy, and in thoughtless lust, my hips jerked up to hump that firm flesh. He grinned suddenly and nipped at my skin with his firm teeth, nearly making me jump. "Fuck, yeah. You want it bad, don’t you, Lance?"

This had never happened to me before. I’d never lost control during sex. I was never the one to moan and squirm helplessly, nor was I the one to receive the dirty talk instead of dish it out. But when his talented hands wove down my front, I couldn’t find a single fiber in my body that wanted to object. His fingers massaged my chest and abs before finally dipping beneath my shirt, sliding up my heated body. Even his touch was mind-blowing. His fingertips could trace every bump and line as though from memorization, and his thumbs rolled in slow circles over my now hardened nipples. My shirt felt tighter and more uncomfortable by the moment. As though reading my mind, he relieved me of my choked discomfort by quickly pulling the fabric over my head. In one swift motion of his arm, his own shirt seemed to simply fall off his skin and land beside the couch near mine.

I barely had a moment to look down at his bared torso before his lips smashed against mine and forced my head into the cushions. Our chests brushed and heaved in sensual rhythm, but what really turned me on was the way he reached down, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them firmly above my head. I felt exposed and naked already, and I loved the rough treatment. By this point, my inhibitions were eroding away quickly. I was kissing him back and moaning against his tongue, my back arching to make our skin connect, my hips squirming to rub my achingly hard cock against him. I could feel his own hard-on through his denim, and I could tell by the sounds he was making that he was enjoying this, too. He started moving his hips in time with mine, and by the time we found a rhythm, we were grunting into each other’s mouths and thrusting hard. It felt so fucking good.

I suddenly broke off our heated kiss out of oxygen deprivation, but he took it as a sign to take it a step further. Long forgotten was the distant Spanish babbling of the television screen or the muffled sounds of sex in the other room. All I could sense was his mouth weaving kisses down my arm and across my shoulder. His fingers still clasped firmly around my wrists. He licked each nipple with the flat of his tongue, but when the cold piercing rippled against my sensitized nub, I could not suppress a shudder. He moved my wrists down so he could move further southward, suckling slowly at each inch of flesh. I watched him until he got to my navel, when I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned my head back against the couch. I felt his tongue swirling around my belly button, pressing light and wet kisses as he moved slowly downward. So painfully slow, and yet so deliciously slow...

He finally let go of my wrists so that he could undo my jeans. With astonishing deftness, he popped open the button and dragged down the zipper, and then took hold of the fabric of each leg and tugged. It felt so good to have my skin exposed to the cool air, but before I could savor the sensation for long, he made sure to harness my attention again. His palms smoothed up my thighs and to my boxer-clad crotch. One hand slid underneath my balls and began to explore and grope me. I was overcome by the pleasure of being touched by someone whose fingers always seemed to hit just the right spot. He licked further up and up along my thighs, his hand still rubbing my balls. He looked up at me with a teasing, sexy grin, before lowering his face and nuzzling my cock, kissing warmly through the fabric. My breath became uneven and one of my hands grabbed his thick hair, squirming my hips in his face in anticipation. He took the hint.

With one last nuzzling, he pulled back his face and toyed with the waistband of my boxers. I thought he was going to go torturously slow again, and I was afraid I might come before he even laid a finger on my throbbing cock – but he surprised me. Without warning, he ripped down the last barrier and enveloped my hard cock in his hot mouth. My free hand shot into his hair as I moaned sharply. His tongue circled the head and licked downward, and his fingers caressed my naked balls. His thin lips moved up and down on my cock, humming and flicking at the head, massaging further and further behind my balls. I could barely breathe as I watched him, his pale lips stretched over my own throbbing member and rotating it expertly in his talented mouth. I closed my eyes again and clutched his hair, moaning my encouragement. His tongue flattened and I felt the pierced ball run its cold course along my shaft. I shuddered as his mouth moved on me at greater speed, hissing at the pleasure that coursed through my body. "Oh– " I groaned between my teeth and thrust up into his mouth, "Fuck, yeah."

I felt his hot mouth pull off of my cock with a sensual noise, kissing his way down my shaft. His lips first gently touched and kissed my balls, and then his mouth slowly opened to lick and suck them into his mouth, one at a time. One of his hands groped for my cock and grasped the shaft, firmly jerking up and down. I moaned softly at that, laying my head back down. My hips squirmed as he kept licking and sucking and jerking. God, he knew exactly where to put his mouth and hands. It was then that I felt one of his hands slip under my ass and squeeze one of my cheeks. It put me on the edge as he groped my ass, feeling his palm roll over the mounds and crack. I barely even noticed as he bent one of my legs backward. That was, I didn’t notice, until I felt his fingers part my ass and his wet tongue flicked my virgin asshole.

I let in a sharp breath and started, my upper body jerking up. "No! Stop–"

He pulled up his face and gave me a calm look with his bright green eyes, though I was flustered and offended and trying to catch my breath. The hand that was on my cock reached and pressed against my stomach. "You’ll like it. I promise," he told me.

I stared at him uncertainly, but in the end, he won. I slowly laid back down, and he stroked my hip once with his eyes focused on mine. He then returned to what he had been doing, and I sucked in a breath and stared at the ceiling above me. I tried to relax and focus on his fingers jerking my cock, and the throbbing pleasure that came with it. Soon, his mouth kissed back to where it had been. His fingers parted me again, and his wet tongue licked around the ring of my asshole. I breathed in slowly, closing my eyes and rolling my head to the side. No one had ever touched me there. That was unmarked, unclaimed, and untouched territory. He kept placing slow licks with the flat of his tongue. It felt dirty, wrong...and that was exactly why it was starting to feel so good.

All at once, I flushed and jumped when his cold piercing touched my asshole, letting out a sharp moan. I could feel him smile as he released my cock and used both hands to widen the crack. This time, the tip of his wet tongue touched by asshole, and then slid in. I instantly tensed and sucked in a breath as his tongue pressed inward. It went deeper and deeper and I began to feel discomfort turn to a slight tinge of pain. But then, it pulled out. A second later, it darted back in. Then out. Then in. I glanced downward to see his tongue darting in and out of my ass. I shivered and closed my eyes, feeling the wet little snake fuck me a little quicker each time. God, it felt good!

I felt him stop suddenly with a grin, teasingly laying open kisses around the opening rose bud. "You like that, Lance? You like my tongue fucking your tight asshole?"

I let out a hot breath in response, weaving my hand deeper into his hair and pressing his face closer to me. "Yeah," I breathed, desperate to feel it again. He laughed softly and obliged, sticking his tongue back into me. I exhaled in lust, my ass squirming to get him in deeper. He began licking and sucking, and I spread my legs further to feel him deeper. I was starting to let out small sounds and wriggle my ass against his mouth.

All at once, his mouth pulled away from my ass. Just as disappointment stung me, I felt one of his fingers peek into my asshole, and his talented lips were wrapped around my cock again. His finger pressed deeper than his tongue did, and I let out a sudden sound at the pain. He hummed against my cock as if to relieve me of the pain, and the lapping of pleasure did help douse some of the discomfort as my ass stretched to accommodate his finger. In another minute, his finger was buried up to the knuckle in my asshole, and he was starting to pump it in and out. At first, it just felt weird, but then it started to tingle softly with pleasure. That pleasure heightened as time passed, and he pumped his finger faster. Soon, it felt so fucking good that I was thrusting my cock into his mouth and my ass against his finger.

The rustle of fabric met my ears, and before I knew it, something hard and fleshy was dangling in my face. I looked up to see that he had slipped into a sixty-nine position, his finger still pumping my ass and his mouth still on my cock. Drunken with pleasure, I leaned up and hesitantly flicked my tongue for my first taste of another man’s cock. It was hard and surprisingly salty with pre-come. He let out a sound of encouragement, and my hands slid to cup his balls, groping and feeling him out. I leaned up further and took the head of his cock with my lips, flicking it with my tongue. He made a sharp sound against my cock and instinctively thrust deep into my mouth. I almost gagged, but then recovered and adjusted my head to a more comfortable position. I sucked his cock like he was sucking mine, and soon we were both thrusting and moaning and gagging.

It wasn’t long before my breaths quickened and I felt a climax coming on. I felt Luke doing the same as his abs began to clench with sharp gasps for air. It was then that he shoved another finger deep inside of me and started fucking my ass harder. I let out a loud sound and shivered, feeling him slurping and sucking and fucking, and I grabbed his ass as the pleasure mounted. I kept sucking him with everything I could, and I felt sweat forming on my chest as I groaned and thrust and squirmed. He took his mouth off of my cock with a sharp gasp, jerking me and shoving his fingers deep in and out of my ass. "Yeah, Lance. You feel my fingers in your ass?" His fingers sped up and fucked me harder. "Fuck, yeah. Come for me."

My hips bucked and the pleasure raked my quivering body. I let out a cry and a shudder as strings of my hot come beaded his hot, slurping mouth. I thrust and thrust until I was paralyzed in my orgasm. It was the most earth-shattering climax I’d ever experienced – I swear the ground must’ve moved. My body collapsed, but then I felt him thrust hard in my mouth. With one final, rough groan, his hot syrup splurted into my mouth. It had a sharp, tangy sort of taste. I wasn’t ready for it and it choked me, but as I gagged and tried to swallow, it just kept coming. I finally had to pull my mouth away with a hard swallow and a loud cough, gasping for air.

I felt him panting softly against my thigh, and all at once, I could hear the murmuring of the television again. He laughed again and kissed my skin. "You’ll learn to swallow, kid. It’s alright."

I let out a long breath and reached up to wipe the remaining come off of my face. It tasted sticky and salty, but I could live with it. I felt him pull off of me, but a moment later, he was lying back down on top of me and licking his own come off of my face. I breathed out and touched his chest gently as he moved his lips to mine, but this kiss was much gentler and warmer than any other we’d shared. He touched my hair and broke the kiss, looking at me straight in the eye. He smiled out of nowhere, flicking my pierced lip with his tongue. "Your eyes look like honey."

I blinked up at him, naked and flustered, and absolutely speechless at those words. That was the last thing I had expected from him.

He stared back at me with an expression I could not discern, even though I was looking straight into his gleaming eyes. But then he chuckled like he normally would, shaking his head gently so that strands of his black hair trickled against my cheeks. "Did I ever tell you what a tight ass you have? Fuckin’ hot."

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.

                             

As Todd went to the kitchen to get more sugar, he took a deep breath. They say men think about sex every six seconds; he was well up on that. Even though he thought Christina had the face of a teen, her body was all woman.

Heading back to the room, Todd stopped in the doorway. “You’re such a good boy. Come and get your treat” said Christina childishly. She was on all fours, completely naked having ditched the gown, presenting her beautiful ass to Todd.

“What about Nick?” said Todd.

“What about him?”

Todd knew the score; running up behind her, he unzipped his fly and unleashed his ten inch boner. Christina smiled at how well endowed he was. Todd smiled even more when he slammed it up her pussy. He looked down on his brown pubes meeting her hole before fucking her hard.

Christina’s ample breasts swayed as he drove his cock up inside her. “OH! That’s it Todd! Do me baby!” said Christina. He needed no encouragement and plunged it in deeper making her scream. Todd now slid into Christina’s soaked pussy with ease as he reached over to grab her tits, making a loud thwack with every thrust against Christina’s beautiful ass.

“Oh shit! Oh god! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!!” Todd obliged. The room built up a musky scent from their lusty lovemaking. Aware of his rising cum, he pulled Christina’s ponytail to go deeper.

The beautiful body he was doing was too much for him and after four more hard thrusts, Todd withdrew his dick before firing an arc of sperm over Christina’s back. The horny couple collapsed on top of each other.

“Phew that was fun! I need a shower!” said Christina (not least because her back was covered in cum). Todd looked on a little dejected.

“Well aren’t you going to join me?” she said. Todd laughed as he stripped and they took to the bathroom.

Once in the shower, Christina turned to Todd and ran her hands over his powerful chest. “That’s quite a six pack you have there” she said as she starting kissing his chest all over. Todd’s cock that had momentarily started to flail, sprang to life again.

“Oh look who’s come to play!” Christina knelt down in front of Todd and licked his cock, before kissing the whole length. Standing up again she pressed her chest against his. Todd looked down on Christina’s huge mammary glands and sucked on her left nipple. Christina held his head against her breasts as he passionately devoured her.

Todd worked his way upwards towards her neck, kissing her tender skin. Picking Christina up by her thighs, he lined his cock up with her pussy. Sliding it in for the second time, Todd pushed her breasts together. TO BE CONTINUED

Stripped off I slipped into the heat of the spa, from were I was sitting I had a good view of what Anne and Anthony were doing. To be truthful the lounge was set up the way it was for this very reason as I get  really turned on by watching my wife with other guys. I watched as Anne slipped out of her clothes, just leaving on her black stockings and suspenders, she then helped Anthony out of his so that there was no restriction to their caresses. I could see Anne really intended taking her time, as I looked she knelt on a cushion in front of Anthony and started to gently lick his shaft slowly from his ball to his glans her fingers at the same time gently carressing his balls. Her hands looked quite tiny alongside his balls sac, I could imagine them full of his cum that with luck would soon drench the inside of my wifes cunt. After a while Anne turned her attention to the glans licking it like an ice cream cone a couple of times I saw her lips open to try and take it in her mouth but it was just too large so she returned to licking and little sucking kisses her tongue occasionally trying to penetrate the slit as his pre cum started to flow.

By now Anthony seemd to be getting ready for more than a little oral, it looked like he asked a question , Anne nodded and led him off in the direction of our bedroom. The bedroom could not be viewed from the spa unfortunately, I jumped out of the spa and quickly towelled myself dry before heading inside. I knew there was no rush that cock was not going to slide in my darling wife that easily. I refreshed my beer before moving towards the bedroom door, there was a comfortable chair outside the bedroom that had a perfect view of our bed, good planning of course. From where I sat I could see that Anne was straddeling Anthony holding his shaft she was positioning it at the mouth of her vagina ready for the first contact. I could hear her telling him not to move until she said that she would do all the work. I could see her visibly making herself relax from past experiences with smaller cocks she knew if she wasn't relaxed this could hurt. It was also fortunate that she had a few years ago had a hysterectomy, otherwise there would be no chance of the full eleven inches going in. For a minute or so nothing seemed to happen, then the big purple head of his cock slipped out of view, with an accompanying low moan from Anne as her muscles were stretched beyond normal tollerances. She stayed there for a few moments controling her breathing, I could see the veins standing out on the shaft that was impaling her it seemed to thicken even more. Then she lowered her self a couple of inches stopping again to get used to the feeling, then lower again with another low moan her eyes closed with a mixture of effort and ecstacy. Still not half way, she raised herself slightly her juices lubricating the shaft, a sudden drop and a further three inches dissapeared from view. Anthony moved under her,'No,nu,no,no just stay still' she grunted.

I was riveted at the sight my own cock standing rigid its mere six inches bobbing as I watched, my turn would come later. Anne stayed still for another minute or so before again lowering herself this time in a slight rocking movement more and more of that awesome cock dissappeared from view until he was buried up to the hilt. For a while Anne stopped all movement I could see her face relax and a low almost purring sound came from her. Ever so slowly she raised herself away from Anthony until all but the glans was outside her with a moan she dropped impaling herself on his shaft. From then on she urged Anthony to join in and the two of them started to really get into it. They changed positions a couple of times his large cock assuring there was no chance of him sliding out. From the way they were moving I could see this was not going to be a long drawn out session, Anne's internal muscles would be screaming later after this pounding. By now Anne seemed to be in one continuous orgasm the sounds she was making growing louder and louder, from outside it must sound like someone was being murdered. I quickly grabbed the stereo control and turned up the volume rtying to match my wifes screams.

Anthony's movements seemed to be getting more eratic not an even stroke now the long strokes changing to shorter harder ones. Suddenley he stiffened a groan coming from his lips then he was slowl grinding himself into Anne, I'm sure she must have thought she was sitting on a fountain becuse from where I was sitting I could see gobs of cum coming round his shaft as he moved. The two of them laid there satiated for a while before moving  as Anthony withdrew his cock a flood of cum followed it out of Anne's stretched cunt her muscles unable to close up after being that stretched didn't restrict the flow at all. Anne  slowly moved and opened her eyes she seemed to have an almost dazed expression in her eyes. Anthony appeared to be asleep at the  moment so I stepped into the bedroom, Anne looked up at me with a smile on her face.

'Bet you didn't think I could manage that did you, I'll do better next time' she said, 'Oh and by the way I could do with a drink'.

I smiled to myself as I went to the fridge, I could see this friendship lasting quite a while.

Gradually, Melanie began to show a much happier side of her self. She would greet me as I came in from work by running to me, leaping into the air, and wrapping her arms around my neck. Her feet, dangling nearly a foot off the floor, would be swinging in the air, as she passionately kissed me.

When I thought she felt safe and comfortable with me, I began gently teasing her about her size. I’d tell her she reminded me of a cute, little, 14-year-old, high school girl. I’d then give her a gentle swat on her round, denim covered, ass. She always wore jeans that snugly hugged her hips.

Bobby, in the mean time, had settled in nicely. When he wasn’t running through the house, he was in the back yard wearing out Dog, my 1-year-old, male, German Shepard. In the past few weeks, Bobby and Dog had bonded to each other. They were nearly inseparable, except when Mel made Bobby come inside to eat or prepare for bed. I guess Dog enjoyed romping with an active 5-year-old more than chasing the sticks I’d throw for him. After a while, Mel and I decided to let Dog in at night. He would go to bed when Bobby did and sleep on the floor next to his new friend. It looked like I had lost my dog to Bobby. It was also looking like I had acquired an instant family.

One Friday evening, I had called to let Mel know I’d be working late. It was well past Bobby’s bedtime when I got home. The house was quiet when I came in. Instead of running to me and jumping into my arms as she usually did, Little Mel called out to me from the bathroom. She told me, “Make yourself a drink and relax on the couch. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“OK!” I called back. It had been a long, hard, day, and I could use a tall, cold, CC & Coke and a few minutes to unwind. I had downed about half my drink when Mel came into the living room. I nearly choked on my drink when I saw her.

Little Mel didn’t just walk in. She came somersaulting into the living room wearing a cheerleader’s outfit. She bounced up to her feet just a couple of feet in front of me. She held her hands tightly to her sides. Grinning from ear to ear, Mel said, “We’ll win tonight!”

I told this little doll standing in front of me, “Turn around slowly so I can admire my little cheerleader.” Little Mel practically beamed as she rotated in front of me. She had her red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her knit top was royal blue with a gold “P” on her chest. Mel seldom wore a bra. She didn’t need one, and she hadn’t worn one that night. Her nipples, however, were making noticeable bumps on either side of the “P”. The extra short skirt was also royal blue with gold trim around the waist and hem. From my vantage point on the couch, I could see a pair of gold panties under her little skirt. She wore gold socks that had a blue “P” on the outside of each ankle and white deck shoes.

I was grinning like a high school quarterback who had just thrown the game winning touchdown pass. Although I knew she was twenty-two-years-old, given her small size, and nearly flat chest, Melanie looked just like a 14-year-old high school cheerleader. I finished my drink and told her, “Little girl, you look good enough to eat.”

“Oh, I sure hope so.” She seductively replied. “I’ll bet you didn’t know I used to be a cheerleader. Did you?”

“Well, hurray for our side! Let the games begin.” I said, as I reached out to take her hands.

Mel said, “Not yet! This is going to be our Friday night date. The ball game is over, and we’re going to the dance. When the dance is over, you might get lucky.” She had already stacked several of my old classic rock and roll LPs on the player.

While she started the music, I made us a drink. We danced to tunes from the 50s and 60s. Like a typical high school boy, I copped a feel at every opportunity.

Though Mel had tits like fried eggs, her nipples were fantastic and were soon trying to drill holes in her knit top. My caresses and gentle pinching had brought them to life. Little Mel emitted cooing sounds each time I squeezed her ass and pulled her tightly to me. Mel, in the mean time, had been stroking the cock growing in my pants. She cooed and groaned each time I nibbled her neck and pinched a nipple. I’m sure our dance floor antics would have caused the principle to throw us out of any high school dance.

After about half an hour or so of drinking and dancing, I held her tight and whispered in her ear, “Why don’t we go some place where I can see if you really are good enough to eat.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” She replied.

I reached down, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and pulled Mel up my body until her head rested on my shoulder. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and I carried her by her ass to my bedroom. When we got to the bedroom, she let her legs drop, and I lowered her to the floor. As she stood in front of me, I told her. “Let me undress you. I’ve never dated a cheerleader, and I’d like to strip my little girlfriend to see what you’ve got under there.”

“OK, but I want to do something first.”

With that, she dropped to her knees, lowered my zipper, and pulled my rapidly growing cock from my pants. Holding my cock up, Mel started licking my cock’s underside and balls. She sucked each ball, in turn, into her mouth and thoroughly swabbed them with her tongue. Then she slowly licked and kissed every inch of my shaft on her way to my cock’s head. Little Mel took a brief look at the drop of precum that had seeped out of my cock, quickly lapped it up, and took my cock’s head into her mouth.

I couldn’t believe the pleasure I felt from watching my cock slowly disappear into the mouth of the most petite and beautiful little gal I had ever been with. Hasn’t every guy, at one time or another, wanted a cheerleader on her knees in front of him?

Mel never let her tongue rest. It constantly danced around my shaft and head as she slid her mouth up and down the length of my cock. She was sucking like she was trying to get the first sip of a thick malt through a small straw.

It wasn’t long before I was ready to cum. I gently cupped her cheeks with my hands, and reluctantly pulled her mouth off my cock. As she looked up with her beautiful green eyes, I told her, “Honey, if you do much more of that, I’m going to cum.”

She smiled up at me, and said, “You’ve tasted me before, now I want to taste you.” Mel then went back to work on my cock. In no time, her powerful sucking and rapid tongue action had me on the brink again. I grabbed her ponytail and helped her set a pace that took me over the edge. As the first surge of cum rushed from my cock, Mel stopped bobbing up and down and held my cock deep in her mouth. She seemed to suck even harder, if that was possible.  She swallowed every drop of my cum. Slowly, she slid her mouth off my cock and gently licked me clean.

Smiling up at me, she said, “A little salty, but I can get to like it.”

“Haven’t you ever sucked a cock before?” I asked.

Still on her knees, she said, “I’ve sucked Rob a few times, but I never let him cum in my mouth. With him, it just seemed disgusting, especially when he tried to push it down my throat. With you, it was nice.”

Helping her stand, I hugged her, and said, “Thanks, Baby! That was a great blow-job and a special gift.” I then reached for the waist line of her top and began pulling it up. “OK, my sweet, young, cheerleader, let’s see what you’re hiding under that little outfit.”

Mel held her arms over her head, and the knit top came off easily. Her nipples were already rather firm. I wasted no time dropping to my knees and sucking one into my mouth. I pinched, pulled, and rolled the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Alternating between nipples, I soon had them both rock hard and standing out at least half an inch from her puffy areolas.

Mel was holding the back of my head and pulling my face tightly to her chest. She liked having her tits worked hard, and was moaning her approval. She had kicked her shoes off as I had helped her stand. As my mouth continued to work on her nipples,

I put a thumb in each side of her little skirt and pushed down. As the skirt and gold panties came down together, I kissed my way down her slender body. When Mel's skirt/panties were at her ankles, she stepped out of them.

Then, I kissed my way toward Mel’s pussy. As I knelt in front of her, I got another surprise. Little Mel, to maintain the young cheerleader fantasy, had shaved her red pubic hair. Her pussy was completely bald and smooth as a baby's ass.

“Oh, Baby, that’s beautiful. Now, let’s see if you’re good enough to eat.” I grabbed two hands full of Mel’s ass and pulled her freshly shaved pussy to my mouth. I kissed her pubic mound, and worked my tongue as far as I could into her slit.

Mel, holding the back of my head, began quivering, and said, “Oh shit!”

I stood, and cradled my little cheerleader in my arms. I carried her to the bed and gently placed her on it. I stood beside the bed, admiring her, as I finished undressing. She lay quietly before my gaze with nothing on but her gold socks with the blue “P” at each ankle. The sight of her flat chest, except for those fantastic nipples, slender body, and now bald pussy was the stuff that caused high school boys to have wet dreams.

I dropped my pants and my cock sprang free again. With a smile on her lips, Mel gave a mock gasp, and said, “Oh my! I don’t know if I can take all of that. I’ve never done this before, you know.” She held her arms out inviting me to join her on the bed.

“Don’t worry, Baby. I’m sure you can handle it.” I told her. With a grin covering my face, I climbed into bed next to little Mel. Continuing our fantasy, I slowly prepared my little cheerleader for what was to come. I very slowly and gently began caressing Mel’s chest while nibbling her ears and neck.

Though she had very small breasts, she was not completely flat chested. Over the past few weeks, I had learned Mel likes having her tits handled firmly. So, as I nuzzled her neck and ears, and she began responding, I used more and more pressure to squeeze her tits.

Mel was soon moaning and rubbing the back of my head. She guided my head and mouth to her nipples. I again alternated between her tits. I let my free hand wander down her soft, smooth, belly. When I reached her recently shaved pubic mound, I gently stroked the area as if stroking a favorite pet. I then let my hand slide between Mel’s partially open legs.

Mel widened the gap between her legs as I stroked a finger up and down her juicy slit. She was already very wet. Her pussy juices were running down toward her asshole.

When I inserted a finger into her pussy, Mel spread her legs wide and said, “I think you found the right spot.” After a few finger strokes in her pussy, I inserted another finger and began kissing my way down her belly from her tits.

Mel kept rubbing the back of my head.

When I reached her pussy with my mouth, I, oh so gently, flicked my tongue over her clit.

Mel then seemed to give up on the fantasy of being a young, virginal, cheerleader. Loudly, she cried, “Oh shit! Eat my pussy. Please, suck my clit.”

I was only too happy to do as she asked. While I continued to stroke two fingers in her hole, I softly wrapped my lips around her erect clit.

With Mel holding my head tightly to her pussy, I continued to flick my tongue over and around her clit. When I firmly sucked her clit into my mouth, Mel lost it. She lifted her ass off the bed, raising her pussy up to meet my mouth. I sucked her clit as hard as I could, and she yelled. “Oh shit! Suck me! Suck my pussy hard! Oh God, yes! I’m cuming! Don’t stop!”

I had no intention of stopping. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, put her legs over my shoulders, and grabbed her hips. I then attacked her clit and pussy with a fury. My mouth and tongue were all over Mel’s drenched cunt.

As I firmly pulled Mel’s pussy toward my hungry mouth, she moved her hands to her tits. She forcefully twisted, pinched, and pulled her nipples. She came several times before lowering her ass back to the bed as she settled down a bit.

I continued to lick and suck her pussy, but at a more leisurely pace.

When Mel began to approach another orgasm, I teased her asshole with a finger. Mel gasped, and said, “You can if you want, but I’ve never taken it in the ass before. Please be careful.”

“We can save that for another night, Baby.” I told her. “Tonight I want to wear this pussy out.” Mel, still breathing hard, said, “I don’t know how much more I can take. I’ve already cum at least four times, and you haven’t even put your cock in my pussy yet.” Still holding Mel’s legs over my shoulders, I raised them higher and lined my up cock to enter her pussy.

As the head of my cock started to enter her pussy, Mel moaned and squeezed her breasts. “Mmmmmm. Give it to me hard and fast, Honey. I want my pussy to feel well-used tonight.”

“Ok, little girl. Here it comes.” Without another word, I used her thighs for leverage and slammed my cock fully into Mel’s tight, hot, cunt. Mel sharply inhaled before letting a long deep groan escape her lips. If she wanted it hard and fast tonight, that’s how she’d get it. I pounded her cunt as hard as I could until I was about to cum, again. I then dropped her legs from my shoulders and fell on top of her torso.

Mel quickly wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me deeply into her pussy. We tightly hugged as I pumped my load of cum deep into her core. We cuddled a short time before dozing off to sleep, my slowly softening cock still soaking in Mel’s pussy.

My last thought, as I drifted off, was of the possibility of fucking little Mel’s virgin ass in the near future.

            “The newest arrival, the last little blonde we got to show to the sheik, she’s freaking out and we can’t calm her down. Nothing anyone says seems to work. She won’t listen to any of us.”

            “Not even you?” he asked softly, a note of surprise in his voice.

            “No, nothing I’ve said to her seems to help. I got her to quiet down some but she won’t resign herself.”

            He let out a soft sigh as he rose from his seat. He strode quickly around the desk and motioned to Amy. She turned and headed out of the office ahead of him.

            “What’s her name?” he asked as he caught up to Amy and walked next to her.

            “Ren.”

            “Ren?”

            “Yeah. It’s short for Renita.”

            He nodded as they stopped in front of a heavy steel door. A few locks of his dark blonde hair fell across his forehead. He reached out and punched in a complex code on the keypad next to the door. When he finished, the keypad beeped and flashed a green light. He slid a plastic card into a reader connected to the keypad and pushed the door open.  As he stepped into a small room a blonde woman huddled in one corner tried in vain to cover her nude form, rattling the chains fastened to her arms and legs as she did so.

            Michael stepped forward and knelt next to the young woman while Amy stood just inside the closed door. The woman stared up at him in silence, her lips trembling and tears sliding unheeded down her cheeks. Her legs were drawn up so her knees were in front of her ample chest, her chained ankles pulled apart, displaying her bare pussy. Her wrists were chained above her head.

            “Please…” she whispered as Michael knelt in front of her. “There’s been some mistake…”

            “Ren, there’s no mistake. You’re here for a purpose.” Michael’s voice was soft but firm. “You can either cooperate or not, that’s your choice.”

            “No! This isn’t happening!” She pulled on the chains as she screamed out her defiance.

            Michael reached out and clasped her face firmly in his right hand, forcing her to face him.

            “Ren, listen to me.” He stared at her in silence, waiting for her to calm. “You’re here now, you’re my property. I own you now.”

            “Please…” she whimpered.

            “I have a customer coming very shortly who’s extremely interested in women like you. He pays very well for them.”

            “No…”

            “You’ll be part of the group he examines. This particular customer doesn’t like our drugs so you’ll have to manage on your own.”

            “God, no, please…”

            Her tears started again and her whole body shook with her sobs. Michael sighed as he stared down at her. Shaking his head he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small key ring. He released her hands from the bracket that held them to the wall above her head and carefully lowered them, holding them in his own.

            “Ren, you need to calm down. Upsetting yourself like this isn’t good for anyone.” His voice was even softer than before as he gently caressed her hands.

            “I – I c-can’t do th-this, p-p-please…” she begged, her body shaking violently.

            Michael dropped his head, his chin pressing against his chest. He let out a frustrated sigh before turning his head to look over his shoulder at Amy.

            “Who else do we have?” he finally asked.

            “No more blondes,” she replied. “There’s another redhead, brown eyes.”

            “Use her,” he stated flatly. “See to it that she’s ready.”

            “Yes sir.” Amy turned and left the room to carry out his instructions.

            Michael turned back to the distraught woman in front of him.

            “It’s okay, Ren. You won’t have to go today,” he said softly.

            She curled in on herself in front of him, sobbing with relief. He reached out to gently caress her hair as he whispered soft, soothing words to her. He stared at her huddled form as his right hand played through her hair. He sighed again then reached down to clasp her chin and lift her face to stare up at him.

            “Ren,” he started softly.

            “Please, can I go home now?” she whispered.

            Her green eyes were full of tears as she stared at him, her bottom lip trembling. He noticed the freckles rambling across her nose for the first time. She had wrapped her arms around herself, her hands clutched at her arms.

            “This is your home now. At least until you’re sold,” Michael stated softly as he started to rise.

            He wasn’t prepared for her desperation. She lunged forward and grabbed the front of his shirt, hanging on with fierce determination. She sobbed as she pled with him, clutching at his shirt.

            “Please, I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just want to go home. Please let me go. I won’t tell, I promise. Please.”

            His hands closed around her tiny wrists in an iron grip as his deep brown eyes bore into her green ones. His voice was soft but held a commanding note.

            “Renita, calm down and let go.”

            She released her hold on his shirt and shrank away from him.

            “Please…” she whispered.

            He felt her body shaking and noticed how red and puffy her eyes and face were. This will never do, he thought.

            “Ren, calm down and relax. I’ll send someone for you in a few minutes.”

            She backed against the wall her feet were still chained to and wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head.

            “No,” she whispered. “Please…”

            A look of terror filled her eyes as she started to sob again. Michael stepped forward and folded her into his arms.

            “It’s alright, Ren. I’ll have someone come and get you in a few minutes. They’ll take you to my apartments for now. Alright?”

            She slowly nodded, still sniffling. He pushed against her shoulders gently until she bent her knees and moved to a sitting position on the floor. He knelt in front of her again, his hands running up and down her bare arms.

            “I’ll send someone in to take care of you in a few minutes. They’ll give you something to calm you, okay?”

            “I don’t do drugs,” she whispered.

            “It’s just to calm your nerves and help you rest,” he said in a voice meant to reassure her. “It’s not addictive. I promise.”

            He stared into her eyes and she slowly nodded.

            “Okay,” she whispered.

            When he started to pull away and stand up she clutched at his hands.

            “I’ll be back in a minute.”

            He pulled away from her and walked to the door. When he stepped outside the room he saw a short, squat man with dark dishwater blond hair walking down the hall. Michael pulled the door closed behind himself and started down the hall after the man.

            “Jake!” Michael called as he followed the shorter man.

            The other man spun around and stopped short as Michael approached.

            “Take Ren, the woman in room 215A7,” he motioned toward the room he had just come from, “to my suite and give her a sedative. Give her a shirt or something too.”

            “Yes sir.”

            Jake immediately changed direction and followed Michael back into the room Ren was confined in. She looked up with frightened eyes when the two men entered her room.

            “Ren,” Michael spoke in a soft, soothing voice. “This is Jake. He’ll take you to my rooms and take care of you.”

            “No…” she whispered as Jake started forward toward her.

            “He won’t hurt you, Ren,” Michael said, trying to calm her. He put his hand on Jake’s broad shoulder, drawing the other man’s attention. “Be easy with her.”

            “Yes sir.”

            Michael turned and left the room, leaving Jake to his assigned task.

 

            “Sheik Khaleed,” Michael said as he bowed to the older man. He offered his hand with a smile when he rose. “Welcome.”

            “Thank you, Michael. I’m most anxious to see what you have for me to choose from today.”

            “We have six women for you to look at,” Michael replied. “There are three blondes, two with blue eyes and one with brown eyes; two redheads, one with green eyes and one with brown eyes; and a brunette with green eyes.”

            “I have plenty of brunettes in my own country. Why do you offer me what I can get myself?”

            “This woman is special, Sheik. She has the face of an angel and a figure to match. Her eyes are an odd shape and a brilliant shade of green. Her hair is a light brown, not the dark color you are accustomed to. I wasn’t sure you’d be interested but I thought I’d let you have a look just in case.” Michael offered the other man a friendly smile as he led him down a long hallway.

            Amy met them at the end of the hall and opened a door for them. Sheik Khaleed stared blatantly at her as he walked past her into the small observation room. Michael followed him into the room and motioned him forward to the front row of seats. Both men sat down in the center of the front row of seats. Amy went to another door in the room and spoke with someone on the other side. She then moved to sit next to Michael. Within moments a parade of gagged and naked women was marched into the room, each led by a masked young man holding a chain attached to a collar at the woman’s throat.

The men led the women onto a small stage and attached the lead chains to hooks in the floor of the stage. They then released the women’s bound hands from behind their backs to be stretched over their heads and chained to hooks hanging from the low ceiling. Each man spread the women’s feet and chained their feet to hooks in the floor so the women’s legs were spread four feet apart. The men then stepped off the back of the stage area and stood silently behind the woman they had led into the room.

Michael watched in silence as the Sheik rose from his seat and made his way onto the stage. He stopped in front of the first woman and stared down into her pale face. He slowly ran his hands up her nude form, feeling her curves as he went. He let his hands roam over her large breasts as she struggled against her bonds, trying to move away from his touch. His thumbs slid over her nipples then were joined by fingers to twist and pinch the tiny protuberances. The woman danced and squirmed on her toes, squealing behind her gag. He slowly moved his left hand away from her tit, sliding it down to her pussy. He fingered her clit for a second then drove two fingers into her dry vagina. He smiled when she screamed against her gag and tried to pull away from him.

Slowly, he made his way down the line of bound women. He stopped to play with each woman, taunting them. Finally, he nodded and turned back toward Michael. He smiled broadly then turned and stepped down the steps and off the stage. He returned to his seat next to Michael and stared at the women for several minutes. He turned sideways in his chair to look at Michael.

“I will take the redhead with the green eyes, the two blondes with blue eyes and the green-eyed blonde.”

Michael nodded once. “Very good. The same delivery as usual?”

“Yes. I will have the cash brought in to you as soon as our paperwork is finished.”

Michael nodded and turned to Amy.

“Please have the women ready for transfer.”

“Yes, sir.”

Amy immediately got up and left the room. The men behind the stage quickly gathered their charges and escorted them out of the room.

 

Ren sat huddled in an oversized white button down shirt. She was curled up in a large armchair with her bare feet tucked under her and her wrists tied uncomfortably behind her back. She buried her face in the back of the chair and cried, waiting for the next awful thing to happen. When the suite door opened it startled her, causing her to jerk. She glanced nervously over her shoulder and saw the tall, handsome man who had said he owned her.

The man ignored her as he moved about the room, tossing keys onto a countertop and picking up a pile of mail. She studied him silently while he ignored her. He had light brown, what some would call dark blonde, hair and stood at least 6’ 3” she guessed. She had no idea how much he weighed but he looked fit and trim, muscles showed through the sleeves of his shirt. If she had met him at the bar she would probably have hit on him.

“It’s nice to see you’ve calmed down,” he said softly without looking up from his mail.

She blushed to think that he’d noticed her studying him. She turned her head and buried her face in the back of the chair again.

“So what am I going to do with you?” he asked.

She was afraid to look up again and she had no answer for him so she cowered in the chair. She heard him moving again and hoped he was leaving the suite or at least leaving the room. She jumped and gave a small squeal when she felt his hand on her ankle. Turning her head slightly so she could look over her shoulder she discovered him kneeling in front of the chair she was curled up in, his hand laying lightly on her ankle. God, he’s gorgeous, she thought to herself as he stared up at her.

Michael stared up at the frightened girl huddled in the large armchair. His hand on her ankle let him feel the trembles in her body. He knew she was curious even though she hadn’t said a word to him since he’d come in. She had stared at him covertly until she realized he was watching her then she’d turned away. He was confused and intrigued. He’d never had one like this before. They were usually either angry or frightened but he could always calm them and convince them to go along with him. This one was different, she wouldn’t let go of her fear. He would have to tread carefully until he figured things out.

“What would you suggest?” he asked softly, still staring up at her.

She didn’t say anything for several minutes. When she finally spoke it was in a soft whisper.

“P-please…let me go home.”

“What waits for you there?”

“W-what?” She looked at him with confusion in her blue eyes.

“You want to go home.” She slowly nodded at him. He asked, “Why? What’s there for you?”

Her mouth worked but no sound came out.

“It’s where I live,” she finally replied. “I have freedom there.”

He smiled when she raised her head in defiance.

“I can’t argue with freedom,” he replied with a shrug. “Were you happy?”

She turned away from him for several seconds. When she finally turned back he realized she looked different.

“Are you going to kill me?” she asked softly.

He frowned at her and shook his head.

“Not if I don’t have to.”

He watched as she gulped air, trying to fight back a sob. She turned away from him and buried her face in the back of the chair again.

“Ren, I won’t hurt you if you don’t force my hand.”

“That’s comforting,” she mumbled into the chair back.

Michael rose to his feet and stepped around the chair. He dropped his hand to her head, letting his fingers play idly in her hair. She didn’t try to pull away from him but she didn’t respond in any way either. This one is definitely different, he thought. He moved back around to the front of the chair and knelt down. He slowly, methodically untied her hands. He felt her eyes on him the whole time he worked. As he worked the last of the ropes loose he introduced himself to her.

“My name is Michael. You’ll be staying in my apartments for the next few days. At least until I decide what to do with you.”

The ropes fell away and she started to pull her arms around her body. He grasped her wrists in hia hands and held them. She turned her head to look back at him. He slowly started rubbing his fingers over her wrists where the ropes had been tied tightest and felt her tense.

“The ropes can cut off circulation. I don’t want you hurt.”

“Then why tie me up in the first place?”

“It’s necessary to restrain you. Jake just forgets himself sometimes and ties them a little too tightly for my tastes.” He released her arms. “Feel better?”

“Yes,” she admitted reluctantly. “Thank you.”

He rose to his feet and started toward a door. He stopped and glanced back over his shoulder at her.

“Are you hungry?”

Even though she shook her head no he could see a different answer in her eyes.

“How about something to drink?”

“C-could I have a glass of water?” she asked hesitantly, her voice soft.

“Sure. I’ll bring it to you in a minute.”

He disappeared through the door leaving her in silence. She thought about trying to escape but where would she run to? She didn’t even know where she was. The brute who’d brought her here had blindfolded her before marching her through the halls. She buried her face in the back of the chair and waited. Several minutes passed before he reappeared in the room.

“Here you are,” he said softly.

She turned to see him standing next to her holding out a glass of water with several ice cubes in it. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and his shirt was open at the collar. She reached out tentatively and accepted the glass he offered.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

She slowly sipped the water as she watched him walk across the room and load a CD into the player on a shelf of the entertainment center. Soft classical music filled the room. The sound wasn’t loud but it seemed to fill the room just the same. He headed back toward the door he had left through before. He stopped in the doorway and turned back to her.

“If you need anything just give me a shout. I’ll give you a tour of the suite after dinner.”

He turned and stepped through the doorway disappearing from view again. She sipped her water and thought about her situation. What’s he planning? she wondered. He said he owned me. What does that mean? She leaned her head against the back of the chair and closed her tired, sore eyes. She sipped her water as she let her thoughts wander. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. He said he owns me, she thought. And he said he’d have them take me to his apartments. Oh, God! she thought to herself, he wants sex!

His voice startled her out of her reveries.

“Ren, come with me.”

She turned her head and stared at him in horror. He studied her for a moment before realizing what she was thinking.

“I’ve made dinner. You need to eat.”

She tried to shrink into the chair and slowly shook her head. Michael lost his patience and strode forward. He reached down and grasped her arms just above the elbows. Without preamble he pulled her from the chair and set her on her feet.

“You need to eat,” he said again as he released his hold on her arms.

He grabbed her right wrist and pulled her forward. She tripped along behind him without much resistance. She was afraid of what he might do and, having felt the strength in his hands when he lifted her from the chair, she didn’t want to anger him further.

He led her through the doorway into a large dining room. The table was set for two and several dishes of hot food awaited them on the table. He released her wrist and pulled a chair out for her. She stood staring at him in silence. When he indicated the chair, she nervously sat down. He strode around the table and took the seat opposite her.

“I apologize for the simplicity but I was in a hurry.”

She glanced down at the table and noticed grilled chicken, baked potatoes, rolls and steamed broccoli. When he had asked earlier she really hadn’t thought she was hungry but the food looked and smelled wonderful.

“It looks good,” she softly, glancing up at him.

“Would you like wine?” he asked, offering to pour from a bottle.

“Okay,” she replied shyly with a shrug.

He carefully poured some into her glass then added some to his own glass. Setting the wine bottle aside he began dishing the meal out onto his plate. When he noticed she hadn’t moved, he frowned.

“Help yourself,” he offered.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she started dishing food onto her plate.

“You’re welcome.”

They ate their meal in relative silence. The only sounds were from their silverware clanking against their plates. When they finished eating he started clearing away the dishes. Ren got to her feet and started to help him. Michael turned a surprised look on her.

“You don’t have to –”

“I need to,” she said softly.

He nodded and led the way back to the kitchen where he stacked their dishes in a dishwasher. He tossed the left over food down a garbage disposal and put the dishes in the dishwasher as well. When they were finished he turned toward her and leaned against a cabinet, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Ready for the grand tour?”

She mimicked his stance and crossed her arms over her body.

“I guess.”

He nodded then stepped forward, sweeping his right arm out away from his body.

“This is the kitchen. It’s fully stocked with everything you’ll need. If there’s something you don’t find that you want, let me know. The only thing I ask is that you clean up after yourself. I hate things messy.”

They started forward, back toward the dining room.

“Can I ask you something?” she inquired uncertainly.

He stopped and turned back to her, his arms at his sides.

“Of course.”

“What – what am I supposed to call you?” Her voice was soft, her question timid.

“Michael,” he replied with a shrug, staring at her.

She licked her lips nervously before saying softly, “I thought…”

He frowned as he nodded his understanding.

“I’m not into the whole master/slave thing. Michael is fine.”

He turned away from her and started toward the dining room again. She slowly trudged along behind him.

“You’ve already seen the dining room. We’ll take all of our meals here. It’s called the ‘dining room’ for a reason.”

He stared at her intently until she nodded. Then he turned and led her back into the living room where she had waited for him.

“You’ve also already seen the living room. Feel free to use any of the equipment. Please don’t mix up the CDs in the wrong cases though. It makes them hard to find later.”

She nodded again when he stared at her. He led her to another door and opened it, motioning inside.

“This is the half bath.”

He led her down a hallway and through another door.

“This will be your room.” He opened another door. “There’s a full bath here. Shower, tub, everything.”

He turned to see her trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.

“Nothing,” she whispered, shaking her head.

Michael strode toward her and clasped her upper arms in his hands.

“Ren, what’s wrong?”

She looked up at him and shook her head.

“Nothing.”

He sighed and released her only to run his left hand up and down her back.

“Let’s finish the tour,” he suggested.

She nodded agreement. He moved away from her and led her back to the hallway. A few steps down the hallway he led her into another room.

“This is the exercise room. You’re welcome to use any of the equipment here if you’d like.”

When she nodded he stepped through another door and she followed. He shut the door behind them and moved to another door as he spoke.

“This is my room. I’d prefer you didn’t come in here unless I invite you in.”

She nodded and they left through the door he stood by. He indicated a door at the end of the hallway next to his bedroom.

“That’s my office. Don’t ever go in there. The door is locked. Don’t bother it.”

“Yes, sir.”

He stared down at her for a moment then turned and headed back toward the living room.

“You’re free to move about these rooms as you want as long as you stay out of my office and my bedroom. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

They each took a seat, Ren in the chair she had occupied earlier and Michael on the sofa across from her.

“There will be people in and out of this suite daily. Someone comes in each day to clean. My mail is delivered each day. Don’t harass the people that come in and don’t ask them to let you out. And don’t go through my mail. Any questions?”

“Why can’t I leave the suite?”

He frowned at her.

“There’s no reason for you to be in the rest of the building. You don’t need to be roaming the halls.”

“You don’t want me to get out, get away,” she said softly.

“I don’t want you causing trouble.”

“When can I go home?”

“Ren, you no longer have a home –”

“Don’t say that!”

“You no longer have a home. You’ll stay here, with me, for now. Once I decide what to do with you, you’ll live with whoever buys you until they no longer want you. Then you’ll stay with whoever they sell you to.”

“How can you be so cruel?” she demanded, burying her face in her hands.

“It isn’t that bad,” he insisted. “At least you’ll be well looked after and taken care of.”

“You’re a bastard!”

“I’ve been called worse.”

“You son of a bitch!”

“That one’s been used before too.”

She leaped to her feet, grabbing a small glass swan from the table sitting next to the chair. She raised her arm in preparation to throw the object at him. His fingers curled around her wrist as he towered over her. She stared up at him with frightened eyes.

“Don’t,” he said in a soft, menacing voice, “throw my things, especially when they’re breakable.”

He took the fragile figurine from her hand and replaced it on the table.

“Now, sit down,” he ordered.

She stared at him for a moment then slumped, defeated, into the chair. He stared down at her for a moment longer then resumed his seat.

“Any other questions about the rules?” he finally asked.

“What about clothes?” she asked softly.

“What?”

“What about my clothes? Can I at least have my clothes if you won’t let me go home?”

He narrowed his eyes and blew out a breath before he answered.

“You’re lucky you have that,” he replied, nodding at her.

“I knew it.” She got to her feet and started to pace. “You’re an oaf just like the rest of them. It isn’t fair.”

He grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him.

“I’m tired of your prissy-ass attitude. Be happy I was nice enough to give you what you have.”

“This shitty shirt?” she shouted at him, plucking at the shirt she wore. “I want real clothes. This damn thing barely hides my butt.”

Without a word he reached out and grabbed the front of the shirt at the top and jerked down. Buttons flew off the shirt and bounced wildly around the room as Ren’s screamed reverberated around the walls. Michael yanked down on the material again forcing it down her arms roughly, pulling it off of her.

“Since you don’t like it I won’t force you to wear it.”

“Get away from me! God damn it! Get away from me! No! Get away from me!” she screamed as she backed away from him, tears streaming down her face, her arms thrust forward, flailing at him awkwardly. “Damn it! Not again! Get away from me! Damn it! Get away!”

Michael suddenly realized that she was panicked and started forward, toward her. She screamed, turned and fled from him.

“Ren!”

He ran after her, catching her in the hallway. He grabbed her right arm just below the elbow and jerked her around.

“Nooo!” she screamed as she fell to the floor.

Michael knelt in front of her without releasing his hold on her. He still gripped the ruined shirt in his other hand.

“Ren, what is it? What’s wrong?” His voice was soft, soothing.

“Please,” she whined, trembling on the floor in front of him. “Not again…”

“Not what again?” he asked. He kept his voice soft, calm and soothing. “What happened, Ren?”

“Please, just let me go. Please, God, please…”

“Ren,” Michael tried again as he used his strength to force her to sit up.

“Please, don’t touch me,” she cried. “Please, I can’t. Not again.”

“Ren, it’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” He gently covered her with the shirt he had ripped from her only moments before, slipping it over her shoulders and pulling it around her slim body. "Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

She pushed him away and sobbed softly as she fell over onto her side, curling up into a fetal position. Michael stared at her in disbelief. He cautiously changed his position so he was sitting on the floor next to her. He tenderly smoothed her hair away from her face and mumbled soft, soothing words. When she finally calmed and the tears seemed to have quit he pulled his hands away and studied her.

"Okay now?" he asked softly when he noticed her watching him through her lashes.

"Please, just let me go," she whispered.

"Ren, I won't hurt you," he insisted, not looking away from her. "But I can't release you either."

"Why?"

"You know too much about us."

"But I don't. I don't know anything. And what little I do, I won't tell. I promise, I won't tell a soul."

"I'm sorry, Ren," Michael replied softly, shaking his head. "You're going to have to stay. At least for now."

He got to his feet then knelt in front of her again, reaching his hand out to her.

"Let me help you up."

She ignored his offer and got to her feet on her own. She clutched the shirt around her, holding it tightly. He gave her a tight smile as he motioned down the hall.

"You've obviously had a long day. Why don't you turn in?"

"Where will you be?"

He could hear the suspicion in her voice.

"I have some work to finish. I'll be in my office for the next four hours if you need me. After that I'll be in bed."

She started down the hall then stopped and looked at him over her shoulder.

"Do I have a lock on my door?" she asked softly.

"No," he replied. "The only locks in this suite are on my office door and the front door."

She nodded as she turned away from him.

"Ren."

She stopped but she didn’t turn back.

"You're safe here. I won't hurt you and I won't attack you."

She nodded again then continued down the hall to the room he'd said earlier was hers. He sighed and headed for his office. There were a few calls he needed to make.

Michael closed the door and locked it then thought better of it and unlocked it. If she had an emergency he would need to get to her quickly. He sat down in the big leather desk chair and stared at the blank computer screen.

"First things first," he mumbled to himself.

He picked up the telephone receiver and dialed. Then he waited for an answer on the other end.

"Hel –"

"Who the hell did the recon and check on Renita Ajunti?" Michael demanded when the phone was answered.

"Carl, I believe, sir."

"Make sure then let me know. And follow up on it yourself. Do a deep check and call me back in the morning. If what I suspect is true, we have a problem."

"Yes, sir."

He hung up the phone and stared at the blank computer screen again. I could just do it myself and have the answers that much faster, he thought. Damn it. Just let them do their jobs, he told himself. Be patient. He forced himself to turn away from the computer and start flipping through the files Amy had left for him.

His hands moved down his chest to his dick. He spent what seemed to be a minute on this area, rubbing it as if knowing it was turning me on. The butterflies in my stomach were driving me crazy. I began to rub my boner as he scrubbed his huge piece of beef, still limp, but pulsating now.

            He turned over to me, with his dick in plain sight and asked me a question, “How long have you been a life guard?” I didn’t want to be rude so I turned ninety degrees toward him so I appeared sideways to him. I could tell that he took a glance at my boner. I began to turn red. I then answered the question, “About two years.”

            “Do guys stay late often?” I just shook my head. After that he asked another question, “Do you have a girlfriend?” I shook my head again. Each question I felt more and more awkward. I knew he was trying to get me to do it with him. I knew I wanted it. I had never really thought that I was going to have sex with a man. But the more the conversation went on, the more I realized that I wanted him right now.

            After the last question, I felt something on my hardened rod. I looked down and found his strong hand gently pressing on my cock. I looked over and saw his nine inch snake sticking straight up, advancing toward me. It then began to rub against the side of my hip. I then turned my eyes up to his. He opened his mouth and put it over mine and stuck his tongue through my lips forcing my mouth to open. His tongue began to move around in my mouth, I began to do as he did. Meanwhile I had turned to face him. He continued to rub his hand up and down my seven inch rod. I began to breathe hard as his dick began to rub up against mine. I had never felt anything so pleasurable before.

            He moved his other hand up and down my back then grabbed my ass. I at first was afraid to touch him but soon gave in, wrapping my hand around the bottom of his stalk, and my other hand on his face as he continued to lick the top of my mouth. He forced me back to the wall. The cool tile wall felt good against my bare skin. My slim ass was pressed against it hard as he started to lick my ear and move his tongue down along the side of my neck. It then began to travel down my chest, past my abs, then to my throbbing dick. He shoved it all the way into his mouth. I could feel his tongue moving along the bottom of my penis then to the head. I began to moan and grabbed his head and shoved it farther, having my cock ramming to his throat over and over again. “Yes! Yes! Ahh yeah!” I involuntarily yelled in my ecstasy.

He pulled my dick out then back to suck on my balls, moving further back giving my a rim job, all while rubbing his hand up and down my pounding manhood. I was about to explode all over his face. My moaning reached a roar as sperm burst out of my penis. The semen splashed onto his tongue, nose and eyes, seeping down slowly onto his chest along the crevasses of his muscles until it plopped onto his own hard stick. He grabbed his own dick and began to use my cum as lubricant.

I looked down and wanted to just suck his cock so bad I shoved him to the ground then lied down on top of him. I flipped around so we were in a sixty nine position. I shoved my cum covered boner into his mouth, hoping for another orgasm as I sucked his penis as best I could. I moved my tongue up along his stalk then along the hole where I hoped he would release his man juice into my mouth. He moaned uncontrollably, ceasing to suck my dick. I still starved for pleasure for my penis, so I rubbed it against his face as he yelled and moaned.

Then I felt a couple pulses of his cock on my tongue, and then I tasted the sweet and salty cream running down my throat. But it wouldn’t stop. It flooded my mouth with such force, I had to open my mouth to breathe. White stuff was all over my mouth, dripping onto his messy dick in a heap of nothing but white goop. His dick became limp once again and I began to play with it, rubbing his own sperm all over it, then I licked it and swallowed some of his delicious substance. He started to suck me again. My testicles were still filled with sperm and I continued to shove my dick up and down as a lapped up more of the cream pie.

I then tried to hold the surfacing ejaculation, but it overcame me and I erupted again all over his face. I flipped back around, mirroring him. I then began to lick my cum off his face. He turned me over onto my back then tried to shove his dick into my butt hole. My penis now was limp and flapped up and down, bouncing off my stomach as he shoved his boner in and out of me. It hurt slightly at first, but soon it became the best feeling in the world. Both of us moaned as he ass fucked me vigorously for five minutes. He then came again, this time all over my ribs. I wanted to cum one more time so I got up and led him to a bench. He then bent over it and I began to doggy fuck him in his rock hard ass. I rammed him so hard; I began to grow tired as I tried to get just one more orgasm. He was rubbing his dick as I rocked my whole body trying to come. Finally I felt the sperm rising through my staff. I then just let it all go all over him and the floor. He came at the sound of my orgasm, thus causing a huge puddle of sperm to build up on the floor. I felt so relieved that I decided to quit.

He did as well and I went back over to the shower to where it started. I then began to clean myself off. As we showered together, he asked a question, “So what’s your name?” “Jack,” I replied. He responded, “My name’s Dick. So I’ll be here every Thursday. If you work we could do it again.” “Alright,” I said. I there after had late night shifts every Thursday.

Dean threw a towel over his shoulder and stomped into the communal showers. His team had lost the afternoon game and he was pissed off. He had missed a conversion and because of that his team had failed. No one was talking to him and he felt wretched. He thumped the silver button on the wall and the shower burst into action. It was cold to start with but he hardly felt it. Once it started to warm him though he began to feel better and the mud slid easily from him as he scrubbed himself down with soap. No one else was in the shower, he was in disgrace and they were in the communal bath. He longed to be in there with them, drinking beer and releasing the tensions of the game with body grabbing horseplay but it was not to be.

He knew why he had missed that important conversion. He had lined up the shot and taken several steps back, ready to run and kick, when he had caught sight of someone watching him from the sidelines. Someone who had never come over to the playing field before. He caught a glimpse of red hair and a boyish smile just as he had set off on his run up. By the time his foot connected with the ball a vision of Stuart’s naked body swept across his mind and the ball had gone sailing wide. He stared at where it had fallen, well away from the goalposts before turning to look at Stuart. The other guy was still smiling and held up his arms as if to say ‘what happened’. Dean just scowled as his team mates barged past him.

What to do about Stuart? They had not spoken since last night when Dean had tried to explain how he felt. The other guy had gone back to his room leaving Dean alone to think over what was going on. But then Stuart had turned up to watch him play and had looked happy so maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe he was prepared to forget about Paul and had decided that he did like Dean after all. Perhaps he was still around. This thought spurred Dean into finishing his shower quickly and, throwing the towel across his shoulders once more he went back into the changing room. He had just pulled a clean jock strap on when a voice behind him made him spin around.

‘You look good in that.’

It was Stuart. He was sitting on a bench only a few feet away, Dean had not noticed.

‘You like creeping up on people don’t you. Fuck!’ Dean said, grasping at his chest where his heart had just leapt.

‘Did I make you miss that shot?’ Stuart was still grinning his permanent smile and his eyes were flashing with enthusiasm as he scanned Dean’s wet body.

‘No, mate, it was my fault. You look more cheerful today.’

‘I am,’ Stuart replied and nodded in agreement with himself. ‘I’ve been thinking.’

‘Oh yeah? What about?’ Dean turned back to his locker and started to pull his clothes from it. Beyond the changing room he could hear the team break into a filthy chant as they splashed and swore in the bath. They could all go and get stuffed now. Dean had had enough of them. He only wanted to get changed and go home.

‘About you,’ Stuart’s words broke through the noise from the bath and Dean paused for a second.

‘And?’ he said, replacing his clothes on the locker shelf. He did not look back though, just rested his arm there and his head against it waiting for a rejection.

He heard Stuart stand up and then there was a warm hand on his shoulder. The sounds from the bath were getting louder and Dean knew their post match song was coming to an end. The hand ran down his back until it rested on the top of his backside and he felt the elastic of his jock strap pulled and let go with a quiet snap.

‘And,’ was all that Stuart said in reply.

He turned Dean around and the two boys looked into each other’s eyes. The rugby player felt his heart leap again. Just being next to Stuart was enough to send blood racing through his veins and into his groin. The exertions of the game had left his muscles feeling sore and his body glowed with tiredness mixed with the thrill of his friend’s touch. He was desperate to reach up and kiss the guy but there were too many hostile voices close by, it was too dangerous. Stuart’s hand cupped the back of his head and Dean allowed it to be pulled towards the smiling lips. He heard someone get out of the bath, there was a yelp as a towel was slapped on bare flesh and a curse.

‘Not here,’ he whispered to Stuart and nodded back towards the bathroom. ‘We’d be killed.’

Stuart looked to where he had indicated but said nothing. He simply winked and grabbed the bulge in dean’s jock strap. With a gentle tug he pulled the protesting Dean across the room towards the toilet area and into a cubicle. Once inside he locked the door and sat the other guy down on the seat.

Dean watched in silence as Stuart unzipped his trousers. The growing hardness in his jock strap pushed against the ribbed material and his breathing became fast. Stuart undid his trousers and pulled his tee shirt over his head. Topless his chest shone smooth and pale in the fluorescent light filtering in over the cubicle wall. He dropped the shirt to the floor and placed one of Dean’s hands on his chest. Very slowly Dean ran his hand across the smooth flesh, cupping the muscles of the guys chest and feeling the hard nipples between his fingers. Stuart moved his hand lower and Dean saw the top of his deep orange pubes come into view. He had seen Stuart naked before and had even felt his flesh but this time it was different. This time there was something more than just sex about the boy. This time it was more than just a quick jack off, he wanted to hold the guy and he wanted things to make sense and feel good. Outside the cubicle he could hear his team mates as they cascaded from the bath and back into the changing rooms. He feared being caught while at the same time he loved the thrill it gave, being only feet from them yet unseen.

Silently Stuart placed his hand over the front of his lycra shorts and, with his other hand, pushed his trousers so they dropped to the floor. Dean drew in a quiet gasp as he felt the long pole which was pressed downwards in the tight fitting shorts. It was thicker than his own and longer and he could clearly see the outline of its head. A small patch of moisture grew from under the material and he rubbed his thumb across the tip from where the juice was already starting to leak. He looked up to Stuart who stood over him like a marble statue and he saw the green eyes burning with passion. Slowly he slipped the lycra away, revealing a forest of hair and the base of the thick shaft. He pulled the shorts down a little further and the length continued. He traced a thick vein with his finger as he marvelled at the length of the boy’s tool. Eventually the rim of the circumcised head came into view, purple and huge and, when the material finally allowed it, the whole thing bounced from the shorts and swung before his face. His hands were placed around it and he gripped tightly. Then there was a hand on the back of his head and he was being pushed down onto it.

He heard someone enter the lock up next door as he opened his mouth wide and tasted the salty escape of pre-cum on his lips. The head forced his jaw apart as it crammed into his mouth and he knew he wouldn’t be able to take Stuarts full length. No matter how much he wanted to show the boy that he really did care for him he knew it would be impossible. He had tried the other night without success. He swallowed as he felt the inches invade his mouth and the head started to block the back of his throat. He longed to feel the thick mat of pubes against his face but knew he would never reach them. Stuart was pushing in but there was nowhere for the meat to go. He swallowed again and put his hands on the boy’s hips to steady himself. The head was beyond his tongue and he could feel it warm the back of his throat where it pressed, causing him to gag. He relaxed his throat and found he was able to take more in that way, but still it would not all fit. Stuart pushed further and Dean gasped for breath around it as he swallowed once more. And then there was the glorious feel of silky young hair against his eyelids and the wrinkled ball sack against his chin.

Through the large hands that were gripping his ears he could hear his team mates in the room beyond but he had no time for them now. He was attending to Stuart and he was all that mattered. The other guy was withdrawing his cock and Dean was able to release his throat to allow it to move. Then it was slowly pushed back in again and he felt his saliva dribble from the corner of his mouth as it was forced out by the weight of the long flesh. Stuart’s arse cheeks were tightening and relaxing with each movement as the thrusting picked up speed. Dean gripped them tighter for support and to show his pleasure as Stuart held his head still and fucked his mouth. The team were swearing and he could hear them flicking their towels and grabbing each other’s balls outside. But their voices became muffled, like he was hearing them from underwater as the pleasure he was giving became the only focus in his mind. The pumping was increasing in intensity and Dean tried to reach down to his own cock which now pressed painfully against the material of his jock strap. He flicked his cock free and started hammering it with one hand while pushing Stuart further into his mouth with the other.

He could feel the cock swell in his mouth filling every corner of it and his jaw began to ache with the strain of keeping his teeth clear of the solid shaft. His head became light from his quick breathing as his body was starved of oxygen and this only heightened the sensation in his balls. The sounds outside mixed with the sounds in his head. His breathing, the slurping of his mouth, the rubbing of his hand over his cock and the brush of Stuart’s hair against his face. The pace quickened further and Stuart’s arse tightened as the grip on Dean’s head stiffened. Then his head was held dead still, the pounding on his throat stopped. His nose was pressed in against the other boy’s pubes and he was unable to breathe. It was as if he was holding his breath forever as the swollen cock blocked his throat and the hairy flesh covered his nose. He pounded on his own meat which was itching for release and he clutched desperately at the boy standing over him.

Suddenly his throat was hot. A spurt of salty cum burned the inside of his gullet as it poured into him. He tried to swallow but the cock was in too deep as the boy’s huge cock emptied its love juice straight down his throat. His nose was banged with one final thrust and the tip of the cock seemed to enter his chest as it unloaded spurt after spurt of creamy spunk into him. Then his own cock was burning with pleasure as he felt his juice swell up within him before being forced from the tip of his aching cock and shot out.

He gripped Stuart’s dick with the muscles in his throat as he felt his cum stream through the air and heard it splat against the boy’s legs. He kept pulling, draining every last drop from the two of them until there was no more left to give. He squeezed the last drip from the end of his cock as Stuart gently released the pressure on his head. The other boy withdrew but Dean kept sucking on it, enjoying the taste and the feel of Stuart as he tried to break free. Outside the guys were still dressing and there was no way he could leave the cubicle until they had gone. He gripped Stuart’s arse with his strong hands and stopped him from removing his cock from his mouth. Stuart tried to pull back, his legs twitching against the feel of the tongue in his sensitive penis but Dean knew that he was stronger. He would release Stuart when he was ready. After a moment to catch his breath he started again and swallowed all of the long shaft in one go.

Stuart tried to pull himself away but the stocky guy had him gripped, both hands were around his waist and even though they were small they held him like they were made of iron. His cock felt sore and swollen now and the sucking on it was not the same as before. This time it was almost painful, he needed longer to recover but Dean was not having any of that. He was desperate to take him down his throat again and, no matter what Stuart did, it would not go limp. The lad’s tongue flicked around the sore head and his lips were soft against the shaft as Stuart felt himself pulled back into the greedy mouth. His balls were tight up against his body, aching and empty and he longed to yell out and release some of the pain he felt. But there were still people outside and he had to remain silent. Slowly however the pain started to subside and was replaced with a numb tingling as his balls started to fill again. This was not possible so soon. The tip of his cock head was glowing and he could feel the muscles in his groin straining as they started to spasm again. His cock jerked in Dean’s mouth as the tip was chewed and lightly bitten by his teeth. He was not in deep this time, only the raw and sensitive head was being attended to but that was enough. Stuart gripped his shaft in one hand as Dean nibbled on the head, poking his tongue into the slit and rubbing his lips around the swollen head. The spasms grew stronger and Stuart felt his balls start to spew for a second time. This time he came with an aching in his cock and an empty feeling in his ball sack as another wad of cum left his body and filled Dean’s throat. He felt as though his cock had burst with the effort and he knew he was now completely spent.

Dean licked the cum from the red raw tip of Stuart’s cock and finally released him. Silently he stood up and put his arms around the other lad. Aware that there were only a few people left outside and that the rest of the team were leaving quickly now he pulled Stuart down and kissed him, letting the lad share some of the juice he had just been given. They kissed deep and long until all that remained in the changing room outside was silence.

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Laying the broom aside, he walked quietly to the door that led back in from the shop and leaned his head in, beckoning me to join him out there. Gladly, I went.

“It's terrible, isn't it, the mess they leave this place in? There's no respect there at all,” he spoke bitterly, handing me a broom to help with the sweeping. Taking it, I nodded. I had made it a point until now not to get caught alone with him, because I didn't trust myself not to spill out the innermost desires of my heart and body to him. The last thing I wanted was for him to know...

“Krysta...” His soulful brown eyes stared into mine.

“Yes?”

“You missed a spot.” He laughed a soft laugh, and dutifully I swept the last of the dirt into the little pile we'd made. “It's amazing, isn't it?”

“What is/” I leaned upon my broom, hands crossed over the handle.

“That we should be standing here now, together and alone. Alone in more ways than one. You and I, we're the same. You've got your divorce, I've got mine. Your heart breaks a little every day- I can hear it in your voice. Is it ever going to stop hurting?” Anger tinged his voice as the conversation took this turn, one which we both had avoided while there were others around. “Can a broken heart ever completely heal?”

I shook my head, and my hair floated around a bit before coming back to settle on my shoulders. “I don't think so. But it can beat again for someone anew.”

“And then that person takes your heart and wrenches it, too. The pain of relationships sometimes seems... not worth the struggle.” He laid his broom aside, and I followed suit. Quickly, he changed the subject.

“Let's go check the pit. I know they didn't clean that right. They never do.” Leading me down the stairs, he continued talking. “One of these days, one of the guys is going to slip and fall and break something on these steps. Please be careful. I don't want anything else of yours broken.” I could hear a smile in his voice.

“Nor do I, boss.” Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I could see that he was right- only a rudimentary cleaning had been done. No attempt to hose the oil off the floors or the catwalks had been made. Dirt clung to everything. Mister caught my shock and dismay out of the tail of his eye.

“Disgusting, isn't it? I should write each and every one of them up for leaving this place like this...” As he spoke, I was venturing a little deeper into the pit. I'd never been down here and was fascinated by the equipment and the utter filth... and then I slipped. My feet went right out from under me, and I fell.

My head cracked hard on the concrete floor, enough to make spots dance in front of my eyes and tears of pain flow down my cheeks. In a flash, Mister was right beside me, cradling me in his arms, supporting my neck, and checking me over to see if anything was broken. “Oh, my god, Krysta, are you all right? Can you hear me?” I nodded. As I did so, he began to check me over for injuries. Then he did something unexpected- he leaned down and kissed me.

Taken aback, yet not willing to let this moment slip by, I leaned into his kiss. His arms went around my shoulders and brought me close, practically crushing me against his lean form. He was amazingly strong for such a small man, and I felt my own arms encircle him. My head stopped throbbing as our kiss deepened, but then I noticed that the throb had only relocated itself further down my body. I could feel his heart beat against his chest as he sank down beside me there on the floor, letting go of me.

“I didn't mean to do that...” He helped me sit up.

“It doesn't matter. No one will ever have to know. I certainly won't tell anyone.” I drew my legs up and circled them with my arms.

“Your clothes are ruined.” Apology was in his eyes and voice.

“They're just clothes/ Easily replaceable.” I turned towards him, smiling. “How long has it been for you?”

“Too long.” He reached out for me again, cupping my shoulders in his hands. “But, we can't...”

“I said, no one will have to know.”

“Then you're saying...”

“I'm answering an unspoken question. The one that's in your eyes whenever you look at me. The one that's in your voice whenever you speak to me. And the answer is yes.” I leaned forward on that filthy floor and I kissed him full on the mouth, allowing him once again to crush me to him. Our fingers worked at the buttons on each other's shirts until we were free of restricting cloth, and they were being used to pillow my injured head against the hardness of the floor. My fingers dug at unyielding leather, his dug at resisting cotton.

Finally, we were free of constraining garments and our fingers found soft, warm flesh. He pressed against me, and slowly I opened for him. I felt his hardness hover at the entrance of me for just a moment, then he pushed against it and he was there, inside me. I felt every move he made as he twisted my body to do his will. His face was buried against my neck. My hands found his back and I clutched as the pure force of his thrusts drove me over the precipice of my climax. His groans were only matched by my breathy squeals. I brought my mouth to his ear and whispered. “Harder, please.”

Gladly did he oblige my request, sending me again into throes of ecstasy. He shoved himself up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as deeply as he could go. He moaned and shuddered as he came inside me.

Exhausted, he rolled to the floor beside me, reaching out to turn my face towards his own.

'Tell me you enjoyed that.” A smile played upon his full lips as his breathing slowed to a normal pace. I nodded, unable to speak.

After a few moments, we were able to make ourselves presentable. He held out his hand to help me up off the floor. Grateful, I accepted it. My head had taken the opportunity to start ringing again, and I winced.

“You cracked your head pretty badly, didn't you?” I nodded a little. “You might have a concussion...”

'I doubt that. Not after...” I gestured to the floor.

“Still, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be left alone right now. Tell you what... I'll go clock out, and you can follow me a few minutes later... meet me in the parking lot.” We headed up the stairs, and I allowed him his head start.

A few minutes later, I joined him in the parking lot of the store, where he was talking on his cell.

“...for one, that's right. Thanks. I'll be there shortly. Goodnight.” Turning to me, he hurriedly explained his plan. I was to meet him at one of the local hotels, one that was many miles away from the store and where we had little chance of being discovered. I nodded, and walked to my car. What was I doing? Was I really going through with this?

Yes, yes I was. I had let it start, and I needed to see it through to it's end, no matter how it ended...

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