essed against my chest – how I love that feeling. We looked in each other’s eyes, our mouths got closer and we kissed fervently. Our tongues intertwined and I hugged her hungrily, as if I never wanted to let her go. Her lips and her cheeks were still cool, but her mouth withheld the delicious warmth I wanted to devour. We lost the rest of our clothes in haste. I poured us two big glasses of red wine and we sat on the thick white wolf fur in front of the fireplace. We drank the wine, which raced through our veins and seemed to fuel our hearts with even more desire. I gently caressed each inch of her body – and it went on for miles and miles. The chill from her skin was now replaced by an erupting heat. The only lights in the room were those of the moonlight and of the fire. Her long, thick, golden hair shone, freely draping on her shoulders, on her breast, behind her back. She lovingly stroked the entire length of my body and she smiled with lust when she saw my member hard and fully erect. We couldn’t keep our eyes off the other’s, we couldn’t keep our hands off one another. We kissed again and as we enjoyed this proof of passion, I wanted time to freeze. I wanted it to be forever that day, that moment. But time was warm, as her curves were, it was flowing one second at the time – I knew I was going to live this only once, so I should savor every heartbeat. My hand drifted into the forest of her hair, then I cupped her breasts softly, with tamed lust, without rush, without greed. The depth of the silence was only broken by the sounds of our kiss and by the cracking of the burning wood. She moved up on top of me and involuntarily began massaging my chest with her loose breasts. A continuous wave of warmth streamed from her body towards mine. We still hadn’t broken the kiss and I was now touching her buttocks, moving towards the blossoming flower between her legs. I let her stay underneath, submerged in the wolf fur, while I was going to go down on her. I kissed her breasts, biting her nipples. My lips covered every patch of her stomach. She was breathing faster and deeper, raising her well-developed chest, to my delight. I played with her navel and finally I reached the triangle of pleasure. I kissed her damp velvety vulva, then I went deeper, sinking my tongue inside her. A moan of pure pleasure filled the room, as I filled my beautiful lover with pleasure. Her viscous juices soon flowed into my mouth, letting me know her orgasm wasn’t far away. She sank her hands in my hair and began pulling me towards her. I didn’t stop until she started quivering and moaning louder then ever, as she climaxed fiercely. Her back arched for a few seconds, then she gradually relaxed. I looked into her eyes, wrapped in tears and there I could see into the depths her soul: desire, contentment, defeat, willingness. A quick smile let me know she was ready, that this was the moment she was waiting for, that it was perfect. I brought myself on top of her, just about to penetrate her. Her red sparkly light lips uttered the words: “I love you”. I could feel her heart racing. This was it – the moment we had both been waiting for; it was worth every second we were apart; it was worth every tear and every hour of sorrow. “I love you”, I responded, with my heart also beating like mad. My erect member was aimed at her wet, hot entrance. I carefully went in. It was her first time and I also wanted it to be perfect. I wanted her to remember these moments forever, with pleasure. Her silky moist flesh welcomed me inside, as my beautiful lover sighed. The proof of her innocence stood in my way. She looked at me and she nodded her head imperceptibly. My cock deflowered her in a gentle, yet firm manner; she flicked her eyes shut for a second, while the pain subsided. I began thrusting forward, until I was entirely engulfed by her vagina. I pulled back and pushed forward; and so on and so forth, until we reached a rhythm we both enjoyed. We lost time, because there is no time in heaven. And this heaven held its own sense of wonder that had of our spirits entangled in the same magic feeling of togetherness. With a sudden movement, she was on top, riding me. She was guided by instinct, as she slid back and forth, up and down my pole. Her back was beautifully curved and her breasts jumped constantly. I grasped and fondled them, turned on by their erect nipples. My lover’s skin was covered in sweat and this only made her more sensual and more desirable. Her long hair bounced freely in the air, whipping her back; a few golden strands covered her breasts. She bent over to kiss me. She stopped for a few seconds, savoring the sensation of just being penetrated, then she laid on the thick white fur, with her buttocks sticking up, as if inviting me to take over them. And so I did. I penetrated her, more wildly this time. A short and loud scream filled the air, but soon I could feel how my lover was being dominated by pleasure and arousal – she spun her hips around my rod, as I entered her again and again. I body approached until we were one. Her hair fell in between us, seemingly radiating and withholding immense heat. She turned her head and we kissed. Our joined back slid off one another, but they never parted. I could sense her reaching another orgasm as her hot body started trembling and her sighs became faster and more intense. I grasped her breasts and, as she climaxed, she cried long, as her vagina clasped my penis, making me cum. I held her hips firmly and I shot my seed deep inside her belly, wave after wave – I thought I was never going to stop. We collapsed on the white fur. We kissed passionately for the last time and she put her head on my chest. I put my hand around her. Satisfied and exhausted we fell asleep, in front of the fireplace, on that freezing winter night. “... however, some dreams are just too beautiful to be true”

essed against my chest – how I love that feeling. We looked in each other’s eyes, our mouths got closer and we kissed fervently. Our tongues intertwined and I hugged her hungrily, as if I never wanted to let her go. Her lips and her cheeks were still cool, but her mouth withheld the delicious warmth I wanted to devour. We lost the rest of our clothes in haste. I poured us two big glasses of red wine and we sat on the thick white wolf fur in front of the fireplace. We drank the wine, which raced through our veins and seemed to fuel our hearts with even more desire. I gently caressed each inch of her body – and it went on for miles and miles. The chill from her skin was now replaced by an erupting heat. The only lights in the room were those of the moonlight and of the fire. Her long, thick, golden hair shone, freely draping on her shoulders, on her breast, behind her back. She lovingly stroked the entire length of my body and she smiled with lust when she saw my member hard and fully erect. We couldn’t keep our eyes off the other’s, we couldn’t keep our hands off one another. We kissed again and as we enjoyed this proof of passion, I wanted time to freeze. I wanted it to be forever that day, that moment. But time was warm, as her curves were, it was flowing one second at the time – I knew I was going to live this only once, so I should savor every heartbeat. My hand drifted into the forest of her hair, then I cupped her breasts softly, with tamed lust, without rush, without greed. The depth of the silence was only broken by the sounds of our kiss and by the cracking of the burning wood. She moved up on top of me and involuntarily began massaging my chest with her loose breasts. A continuous wave of warmth streamed from her body towards mine. We still hadn’t broken the kiss and I was now touching her buttocks, moving towards the blossoming flower between her legs. I let her stay underneath, submerged in the wolf fur, while I was going to go down on her. I kissed her breasts, biting her nipples. My lips covered every patch of her stomach. She was breathing faster and deeper, raising her well-developed chest, to my delight. I played with her navel and finally I reached the triangle of pleasure. I kissed her damp velvety vulva, then I went deeper, sinking my tongue inside her. A moan of pure pleasure filled the room, as I filled my beautiful lover with pleasure. Her viscous juices soon flowed into my mouth, letting me know her orgasm wasn’t far away. She sank her hands in my hair and began pulling me towards her. I didn’t stop until she started quivering and moaning louder then ever, as she climaxed fiercely. Her back arched for a few seconds, then she gradually relaxed. I looked into her eyes, wrapped in tears and there I could see into the depths her soul: desire, contentment, defeat, willingness. A quick smile let me know she was ready, that this was the moment she was waiting for, that it was perfect. I brought myself on top of her, just about to penetrate her. Her red sparkly light lips uttered the words: “I love you”. I could feel her heart racing. This was it – the moment we had both been waiting for; it was worth every second we were apart; it was worth every tear and every hour of sorrow. “I love you”, I responded, with my heart also beating like mad. My erect member was aimed at her wet, hot entrance. I carefully went in. It was her first time and I also wanted it to be perfect. I wanted her to remember these moments forever, with pleasure. Her silky moist flesh welcomed me inside, as my beautiful lover sighed. The proof of her innocence stood in my way. She looked at me and she nodded her head imperceptibly. My cock deflowered her in a gentle, yet firm manner; she flicked her eyes shut for a second, while the pain subsided. I began thrusting forward, until I was entirely engulfed by her vagina. I pulled back and pushed forward; and so on and so forth, until we reached a rhythm we both enjoyed. We lost time, because there is no time in heaven. And this heaven held its own sense of wonder that had of our spirits entangled in the same magic feeling of togetherness. With a sudden movement, she was on top, riding me. She was guided by instinct, as she slid back and forth, up and down my pole. Her back was beautifully curved and her breasts jumped constantly. I grasped and fondled them, turned on by their erect nipples. My lover’s skin was covered in sweat and this only made her more sensual and more desirable. Her long hair bounced freely in the air, whipping her back; a few golden strands covered her breasts. She bent over to kiss me. She stopped for a few seconds, savoring the sensation of just being penetrated, then she laid on the thick white fur, with her buttocks sticking up, as if inviting me to take over them. And so I did. I penetrated her, more wildly this time. A short and loud scream filled the air, but soon I could feel how my lover was being dominated by pleasure and arousal – she spun her hips around my rod, as I entered her again and again. I body approached until we were one. Her hair fell in between us, seemingly radiating and withholding immense heat. She turned her head and we kissed. Our joined back slid off one another, but they never parted. I could sense her reaching another orgasm as her hot body started trembling and her sighs became faster and more intense. I grasped her breasts and, as she climaxed, she cried long, as her vagina clasped my penis, making me cum. I held her hips firmly and I shot my seed deep inside her belly, wave after wave – I thought I was never going to stop. We collapsed on the white fur. We kissed passionately for the last time and she put her head on my chest. I put my hand around her. Satisfied and exhausted we fell asleep, in front of the fireplace, on that freezing winter night. “... however, some dreams are just too beautiful to be true”

e the classroom?” “Don’t mind her… she won’t even notice you’re her” Tom told Samantha in an assuring way. “Anyway, why is your face so red?” Mike asked, gently brushing his hand against the girl’s now fiery cheek. “We’re kind of having an end of semester celebration in school. Some of my colleagues managed to sneak some booze.” Samantha answered almost whispering. Tom then said loudly, in a mocking way, pinching her ass: “So, how much did you drink?” “Keep your voice down, pleaseeee. I don’t want everyone to know about this” whispered Samantha, already embarrassed, obviously a little tipsy. The teenage girl went to talk to her friend. Samantha was not a very tall girl, but she had voluptuous body and her face was definitely what you’d call “cute”. Her thighs and butt-cheeks were deliciously shaped, not to talk about her breasts: quite big, a little loose, jumping around at any of the girl’s movements, as if constantly asking for attention from underneath her red sweater. She had long, straight, plentiful, dark-auburn hair that draped freely down to the middle of her back. Her deep black eyes emphasized the childish look of her face, which had been pale, until had been reddened by the blood coursing because of the alcohol. The girl was wearing a blue jacket, the red sweater, a blue-jean colored skirt that didn’t actually reach her knees and some white semitransparent pantyhose that covered the rest of her feet on that chilly day. The period was almost over and Samantha wanted to leave, but Mike grabbed her hand and asked her where she was going. She said she was going home and then Tom had a somewhat brilliant idea: “Stay at our class.” The girl was quite amazed, tho reluctant. Mike insisted: “Come on. What do you have to lose? Are you in a hurry or something?” “Mike, your teacher will get mad at me!” “No, she won’t. Screw her! She doesn’t even know what day it is…” The teacher didn’t seem to stop writing. Samantha agreed to stay and she took a seat in the back of the classroom, between Tom and Mike. The three of them started talking. The guys didn’t miss out a chance touching Samantha’s soft hands, of speaking intimately into her ear, of putting their arms around her shoulders or of “accidentally” brushing their elbows against her breasts. They talked about music, movies, school-gossip, clubs and parties; whatever. The girl seemed to be enjoying herself, as she was constantly laughing and giggling. She liked being around the guys. After all, Samantha was a ninth-grader and they were both eleven-graders and that inspired her with a sort of coolness. Then all of a sudden, in perfect synchronization, Tom and Mike put their hands on the girl’s legs. At first, she felt a chill running from her legs, up to her spine, reaching her nipples and making them erect. She smiled slightly as she asked: “What are you doing, guys?” They didn’t answer, but they continued to rub her thighs, slowly moving from the knees towards Samantha’s pussy. She almost closed her eyes and she gasped, as she seemed to be saying something inaudible – her lips were moving, but no sound came out. Without any consideration for their classmates or for the teacher, Tom and Mike were now playing with Samantha’s pussy through her silky, white panties. She involuntarily spread her legs, little by little. The moisture of her panties was getting noticeable. Samantha was still silently moving her lips, until the words materialized: “Oh, my God…. I can’t believe I’m…. doing… this! Please, guys, please, stop. I don’t… not here, not now” The two boys approached her face, as to whisper something in her ear, at the same time. Mike said: “Why? Don’t you like it, Samantha? Don’t you like my fingers touching you?” Tom said: “You don’t actually want us to stop… You’re just saying that… Just sit back and enjoy”. The guys slipped their finger inside the girl’s panties as they touched their lips against Samantha’s cheeks. Her heart was racing faster as the two fingers were massaging her labia. She couldn’t resist the temptation, she couldn’t say no. She was shaking and she was breathing deeply and quickly. Of course, no one paid attention to the three, considering the usual noise that overtook the class in the last couple of school days. In Samantha’s mind, however, there was silence – pure silence and pure pleasure. Her forehead and, actually, her entire body, were sweaty. Her stomach was slowly convulsing as waves of excitement rippled through it. Samantha’s breasts were trembling as they were engulfed by an inner-heat of higher and higher sexual arousal. Tom and Mike looked at each other, they nodded their heads and both of them glided their fingers in the girl’s pussy. Taken by surprise, she felt as if she was about to explode. She let out and “Ahhh!” that reached the spectacled teacher’s ears; she looked around for a second and then she went back to the papers. Meanwhile, the boys went deeper in Samantha’s vagina. She struggled for air as the sticky fluid of pleasure was leaking out of her. Mike took out his finger and he slid it across Samantha’s already wet lips. Almost oblivious to the fact that she was tasting her own juices, she sucked on her lips and she surrendered to the orgasm that had been building up. It didn’t take long for it to happen – as she climaxed, she felt an explosion, a most intense and pleasurable one. The boys were still stimulating her pussy, with that maddening movement inside of it. As the orgasm faded, she came back to her senses. Or, at least, she thought she did. The bell rang – it was break time already. She couldn’t believe it – 50 minutes went by just like that. But it wasn’t the period the bell was ringing for. It was a fire drill. All students were asked to gather in the schoolyard. Samantha was confused, she was still tipsy from the little booze she had, but mostly from that unprecedented fingering. The girl stood up and she felt very dizzy as she did. She and the two guys headed down the stairs, but instead of going outside, they went into the bathroom. Tom locked the bathroom door and he turned off the lights – it got quite dark in there. Mike began kissing Samantha, while he was holding her hungrily in his arms. Tom came from behind and cupped her beautifully large breasts through her sweater. Mike did so as well. The guys, bursting with desire, soon put their hands on Samantha’s flesh, still rubbing her tits. She couldn’t focus anymore – the pleasure was coming from allover her body – from her lips, from her earlobes, from her pussy, from her rock-hard nipples. Unable to withhold himself any longer, Tom lifted the girl’s skirt, he pulled her panties and her pantyhose to her knees and he penetrated her with the throbbing dick he held in his hand. As her hymen was being torn by the large cock, Samantha, barely realizing what had just happened, screamed both in despair and in pleasure. Mike was still enjoying the touch of her shaking lips. Samantha’s eyes were wrapped in tears – tears of a sharp, short pain and of excitement. Tom grabbed her long, chestnut hair and he nailed the girl to the cold wall. He hammered away into her dripping-wet hot pussy and he pulled her hair with great strength that caused her to cry out even harder. The boy grunted into her ear: “Do you like it, ha? You want my big cock deep inside your cunt, don’t you?” She mumbled a kind of “Aha” as she could yet feel Tom’s palms grabbing and shearing her breasts. Feelings and sensations that coursed through her teenage mind were a mix of childish happiness, lust, greed, regret and fear. Mike watched nervously, waiting for his turn at the girl. Samantha felt another incoming orgasm – from underneath her skin, from between her legs, from her toes and from under her fingernails, up her arched back, just seconds away from blasting her brain. The powerful and yet fine scent of lavender springing from Samantha’s hair took Tom over the edge. He pulled out and he violently ejaculated his hot cum on the girl’s butt-cheeks. She was confused, disappointed with not having the orgasm she expected, yet satisfied, contented, drunk with pleasure and desire, knowing that Mike was going to fill her again in a second. He removed her panties, her pantyhose and her sneakers, leaving her barefooted on the floor. A few drops of light-red blood were dripping from her pussy, but Mike wiped it with a tissue. He gazed into Samantha’s eyes and she slimly smiled, excited about what, once again, was to come. Mike grabbed her by the thighs and he wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her and pushed her back against the wall. He shoved his shaft into her vagina gently, giving her time to adjust to the pressure. Samantha put her hands around Mike’s neck as he grabbed her ass, sliding her up and down his moving cock, faster and faster. The girl started moaning: “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Fuck me as hard as you can! Oh, my God! It feels so good!” The two of them never lost eye contact. Samantha’s sighs were getting deeper and more erratic as the desired orgasm took over her. She felt that wonderful flood of pleasure and release washing over her mind and body. Mike turned his back against the wall and slowly put the girl on the floor. Her feet were like rubber so she dropped to her knees in an instant. Mike got his fingers caught up in the girl’s brown hair, delicately pressing her head, like he was expecting a blowjob. At first, Samantha didn’t even know what to think or do. But reality kind of struck her, when Mike’s erect cock entered her lips. She was sickened by the idea and she wanted to but an end to it. But the boy kept pushing, until his member was half-way in. Now the damage was done and Samantha just adjusted to the situation, which was actually more interesting than she initially thought. She moved her tongue around the thick shaft pulsating between her lips. Then, she started sliding her mouth front and back, as she was softly touching Mike’s testicles with her small hand. More and more uninhibited and accustomed became the girl’s movements. Mike said, encouragingly: “You’re so good at it, baby. Suck it, Samantha! Suck it! Oh, it’s awesome!” The tongue, the lips, the fingertips, the tremendous amount of spit involved and the girl’s inexperienced moves made Mike climax, without warning, deep in Samantha’s mouth, in her neck, beyond the “point-of-compulsory-swallow”. Barely tasting the cum, the girl swallowed. The guys helped her to get up and get cleaned. She got dressed and she kissed them both on the cheeks, saying, in a very juvenile manner, “Thank you both! Bye now!” They responded “See ya!” “Bye” still unable to believe themselves what just happened. The fire drill was over and everyone got back to class. Soon afterwards, Samantha took a cab and she went home. She was confused. On the one hand, it felt good, it was amazing; she felt better than she had ever felt before; aroused, excited, sexually satisfied. On the other hand, she felt embarrassed, in a sense disappointed – she didn’t imagine she would get deflowered in the school bathroom; she didn’t imagine it would be with two guys at the same time; she felt slutty and that was a good reason for feeling bad about what she did. However, memories of the guys’ hands massaging he pussy and her tits, of their cocks inside of her, of doing something forbidden and risky, were, whether she admitted it or not, very delighting. As she thought of the past hour, she grinned slightly as she looked out of the cab window. THE END.

ng her in some dark corner and never looking back. One day, Molly was alone in the locker room. She was changing her clothes, after the PE class, although she didn’t take a shower. She never took showers at school, because she was too embarrassed – of the other girls, of seeing them naked, of letting them see her naked – we cannot know for sure. Several times, girls made fun of her, commonly calling her “a fat cow”; she wasn’t fat at all, she was just making others envious with her well-curved body. Molly was quite satisfied with the fact that there was no one to bother her at the time. All of a sudden, her worst nightmare came true: blonde-hair Aurora, the redhead Iris, and Rachel, a brunette, the biggest bitch of them all. The three anorexic, self-involved, merciless teenagers were always teasing Molly, just to feel better about themselves. “Molly, would you please come to the gym. We have something to show you” said Rachel. She was calm, she was trying to be serious – that annoying smirk was no longer on her face. Something bad was obviously going on. Molly’s heart started racing; she was breathing heavily; she felt trapped and didn’t know what to do. She was still wearing her gym clothes. She got up and, with trembling feet, she followed Rachel. The gym was empty. As Rachel led the way, the sound of her high-heels was echoing against the huge walls. There was nothing else to see, except for a pad laying on the floor. Fine drops of sweat accumulated on Molly’s forehead and her eyes relentlessly moved. With no warning whatsoever, Iris and Aurora grabbed their victim by her arms and tripped her. She fell on the pad, banging her head to the ground and consequently moaning in pain. They tied her hands tightly with a plastic core as she implored: “Please, let me go! Please... I won’t tell anyone... Don’t hurt me, please!”. In a deceitful attempt of making her quiet, Iris made her face up and told her, almost in whisper: “We don’t want to hurt you, Molly. We just want to have some fun, together, like friends do”. Rachel added: “You do want to be friends with us, right?” “Yes...” agreed Molly in frightened voice. “Undress the bitch” Rachel ordered. The other two girls got rid of Molly’s sneakers and of her pants. She started sobbing. Rachel got a huge pink dildo out of her backpack. It was at least 9 inches long and almost one and a half inches thick. Iris ripped Molly’s panties and she immediately started rubbing the unshaved pussy with her palm. Against her will, the chubby girl began getting wetter and wetter. As she realized this, her tears flowed more than ever. Iris started fingering her victim, using one, two and finally three fingers. The juices were dripping faster, in a desperate attempt of lubing the already strained pussy. While Molly panted helplessly, Iris told her friends in a very calm manner: “I think our little Molly wasn’t actually a virgin.” And, yes, it was true. Often, at night, Molly touched and fingered herself. One time, driven by her self-inflicted onanistic desire, she might have gone too far, thus deflowering herself. Iris took her dripping hand and stuck it between Molly’s fleshy lips: “How do you taste, bitch? Is it any good?” Molly wanted to drift away, she wanted to go to a happy place, as far from this as possible. She kept thinking of her room, where she would be safe, but her own juices invaded her mouth. She had no choice, so she swallowed; overwhelmed by shame, she perceived the weird flavor. This, however, was the smallest of Molly’s worries. The BIG problem was the immense dildo Aurora shoved between her legs, deep inside her vagina. With no patience, the blonde thrust forward, getting about 6 inches of the monster in the tensed love-hole, in just a second. A wave of pain hit Molly; before she could realize what happened, she felt her skull exploding from the shock. Aurora didn’t stop there: she was now twisting and twirling the hellish device, pulling it back and forward, trying to get it further inside. Rachel kneeled on top of Molly’s chest and spat on her face continually, while grabbing her large breasts: “You fuckin’ huge-titted whore, how do you like this?” Just when she thought she was going to burst from the pain and humiliation, the gym doors opened loudly. That was it – her salvation. The end of her suffering. “Why the fuck did you start before we came? Now you spoiled all the fun!” she heard the yell of a powerful voice. It was Brad. Obviously a little drunk, he had a bottle of scotch in his hand. He was not alone though. Jerry, Jason, Arnold and Kevin were with him – the entire basketball team. Brad wasted no time. He pushed Aurora from between Molly’s legs, he got the huge dildo out and replaced it with his own cock, that was not much smaller. He had no trouble in penetrating the girl with his impressive member. Molly barely realized that she was being fucked for real for the first time. Brad was pounding away, ripping the girl’s clothes and enjoying her hanging breasts. Molly had fantasized about Brad. She had fantasized about having sex with him. But in her dreams, he was gentle and careful, romantic and loving. She knew he was Rachel’s boyfriend, but she kept hoping for that perfect moment with him. She kept hoping he would fall in love with her. Now, Molly unsuccessfully tried to picture the pleasure of Brad making love to her, but all she had was the torment of him brutally raping her. He pulled out of Molly’s pussy just in time to abundantly cum all over her clothes, stomach and tits. He shot load after load over the girl’s skin. She cried and each time a blob of boiling sperm hit her, she would sob in humiliation. It wasn’t long before Jason cut off the cord around Molly’s hands and got her standing on all fours, with her butt sticking up, waiting to be plugged. Her hair fell on her face. He got inside her vagina, thrusting like mad. He wasn’t as large as Brad and maybe this is why Molly didn’t feel so much as being split by his cock. The other guys were drinking, watching the show and occasionally kissing the devilish girls, as if waiting to take their turn at fucking Molly. The pain originating from Molly’s sore pussy barely subsided and excitement built up in her confused little brain. Small sensations of pleasure rippled through her body, making her shame more endurable, making her previous screams more like kittenish sighs. She gave up to her senses. However nothing but pain was showing on her face, concealed by her own hair, sticking with Rachel’s gooish spit. Just then, at their greatest moment together, Jason pointed the pink dildo in her ass, trying to jab it in as much as possible. Of course, he didn’t manage to get it deeper than an inch or two. Once again, Molly felt like she was torn apart by the rubbery member. “Please, no... don’t do it! Not in my ass... Ah, it hurts so much! Please, stop it!” Molly futilely pleaded crying for her anal virginity. But her screams did nothing else than to arouse Jason, who fucked her even faster until he withdrew from her pussy and he violently ejaculated all over her naked back. As he wiped his cock on her butt-cheeks, he got almost four inches of the dildo in the girl’s ass. Jerry took his turn, but instead of fucking her already soaking pussy, he wanted to probe her mouth. The girl was reluctant and he looked upwards with a begging gaze, with eyes already wrapped in tears, as he moved his cock head on her lips. “What do you think, you fucking cunt? You think I’m kiddin’?! Suck it, dumb bitch!” After forcing his dick into her mouth, Molly understood that she had to give her first blowjob. There was no way around this. She swallowed her pride, her reluctance and her disgust. Then she swallowed Jerry’s precum, as she engulfed more of his cock and she twirled her tongue around it. Jerry buried his hands in her thick hair, as she pulled her head towards himself, face-fucking her. Molly was surprised when Arnold joined the party. He penetrated her normally from behind. She wasn’t only fucking another guy, but doing it while taking a cock in her mouth. She swung between Jerry and Arnold, pressed between their vigorous members. Her back was sensually bent. Everyone else watched the trio perform in the sound of the dicks sliding through the moisture of Molly’s pussy and mouth. Arnold spread the girl’s butt-cheeks wide and he pushed his hard member through her dry sphincter. At the beginning, the girth of the cock was too much, but Molly slowly adapted, as she had done so many times before that day. Kevin could no longer wait. He got underneath Molly and he slid his lusting cock in her pussy. Now the girl was filled in each hole. She thought she was going to exploded, but she didn’t. She couldn’t believe all this was happening to her. Why her? What did she do wrong? These were the questions that tormented her mind, while her body was in agony. She shut her eyes tight. But she couldn’t block the sensation of being threeway fucked. She couldn’t block the taste of cock and the smell of sweat. She couldn’t block the embarrassment that took over her mind. Molly just wanted to go home. The guys hurried towards blowing their loads. The first one to go was Arnold, caught up in the clenching of Molly’s butt, as she had an orgasm. He didn’t even mind pulling out, he just ejaculated in her ass. The next one was Jason; he filled Molly’s mouth with spunk, making her swallow the entire load. Kevin had something special in mind. He made Molly stay on her back, he got on top of her, he pressed her tits together and he started tit-fucking her. The feeling of her unwillingly erect nipples, the sensation of his cock sliding in between her large sweaty breasts, the way her chest moved as she sobbed made Kevin cum like a bull all over the girl’s face. Molly lay exhausted on the dirty pad, full of sweat and sperm, crying in hope it was all over. While he looked at her, Brad got in a sudden mood for a blowjob. He went over to the girl, made her stand on her knees and suck on his already erect cock. She mumbled something like “No, not again, please”, but she already knew resistance was futile. It was hard for Molly to take the huge pole in her mouth, but it wasn’t like she had a choice. Brad pushed his member more and more, forcing the girl to deep-throat. After about 7 inches of it, she gagged and wanted to free her mouth, but Brad wouldn’t let her. Soon, the other guys gathered around. Brad told her to go around and suck everyone’s dick – so she did. At Arnold’s command, she started masturbating two guys while she was sucking on another. Molly, the cute nerd no one ever paid attention to, got pretty good at this gangbang-blowjob business. Aurora, Iris and Rachel watched with immense satisfaction. As he was being jacked off, Jason was the first one to blow his load, all over Molly’s face and hair. The other’s soon followed his example, synchronizing in one cum-soaking effort, heavily spitting on her. In a few seconds, Molly’s pretty face was all drenched in sticky cocktail of semen and saliva: her hair looked as if it had been shampooed, her face was dripping goo and the washy-blue in her eyes was now barely noticeable due to the warm whitish layer. The guys got dressed, leaving the girl on the pad, drained of energy and covered in bodily fluids. “If you say anything to anyone, you’re screwed. For real!” Brad threatened “It’s your word against ours, so think twice before doing anything stupid” Aurora warned her. As the gangbang team left, they saw Paula just at the gym door. “Your friend, Molly, was quite a fuck, I tell you” said Arnold. “I didn’t know she had it in her” added Kevin. Paula saw Molly standing in that pool of spunk; she was so disgusted by what her friend did that she ran away as fast as she could. “I couldn’t conceive she was such a two-faced whore” though Paula as she walked out of the school. Molly didn’t move for about fifteen minutes. Then, she took a shower, she got dressed and she went home. She didn’t mention the “incident” ever again: she was too afraid, she was too embarrassed, she was too sure no one would believe her. Days went by and she tried to convince herself that everything had been just a bad dream. She tried to forget, but the memories always returned to her. She never spoke to Paula again. THE END.

mplete lack of surprise, the man got on his feet and he headed for the door. He opened it and, with great satisfaction, he discovered two young girls. Their beautiful, peaceful voices almost rose to the heavens as they started singing together: “Silent night, holy night ...” Mr. Gunter just stayed there for a moment, listening to the two teenage age voice, with his eyes wrapped in joyful tears, on the verge of crying. He then invited them inside and waited for them to finish caroling. Fresh winter coldness seemed to flow out of the girl’s skin and hair. After they finished, Mr. Gunter, with great contentment, brought all kinds of sweets and treats for the girls, who were already giggling at their site. The girls thanked him and wished him a merry Christmas. He asked their names. They both innocently answered as the man insatiably stared at them. The one called Jenna had straight, shiny blonde hair, bunched to the back of her head with an amber barrette. Her large eyes were watery blue. Underneath her zipped down jacket she wore a grey sweater that gave away her large loose breasts, bouncing in a bra. Her body was voluptuous, generously curved allover. Jenna had tight, black jeans that fitted her perfectly and low-heels shoes. Her friend, Tiffany, was another kind of cutie. She had long, curly, black hair, falling over her shoulders. She wore a white fur cap, shining still with snow. Tiffany’s body was slimmer, more hour-glass-shaped, proof that she was usually working out. Her tits, resembling two adorable apples, weren’t as big as Jenna’s, but they stood up perkily. Her eyes were blacker than the night, yet they sparkled like a thousand stars. She had a red jacket, a sweater, blue jeans and white sneakers. Mr. Gunter told Jenna and Tiffany that he had no one to share his Christmas gifts with and he asked them to stay for just another moment, for just another Christmas carol. The girls agreed and they thankfully followed the man in his warm living room. They resumed their heavenly signing in front of the Christmas tree, while the man brought two glasses of red wine for them. Jenna and Tiffany drank up the wine and suddenly they felt a rush of heat racing in their bodies. They thanked Mr. Gunter for welcoming them and for being so nice to them. He replied that it was no trouble at all and that the pleasure was entirely on his behalf... Or, at least, it was going to be... The chubby blonde and the slender brunette began feeling more and more light-headed. They politely asked Mr. Gunter if they could sit down for a second, while their dizziness wore off. The host agreed and directed them to a big black leather couch. Most obviously, the effect the girls were experiencing was not caused by the wine as much as it was caused by the methamphetamines with which it was mixed. Jenna and Tiffany drifted in a state of drowsiness, although they didn’t actually fall asleep. They were disoriented, unable to think straight; they did nothing but sit there, beautiful and vulnerable, inaudibly giggling as the state of excitement took over them. The host sat between the girls and but his arms around the two of them – they seemed so delicate and so small compared to the strong, tall figure of Mr. Gunter. He started kissing their cheeks and their lips. Jenna and Tiffany didn’t seem to mind and they didn’t seem to realize. However, an expression of pleasure shone from their angelic faces. The man began touching their breasts through their clothing and seriously kissing them on their soft mouths. Both teenagers responded to the kissing, mostly out of reflex. They wrapped their kittenish tongues around the man’s. He was kissing them one at the time. Then he told Jenna to undress. At first, she didn’t understand, but eventually she dispensed of all her clothing. Afterwards she was ordered to get on her knees; the host freed his huge cock from his pants and guided the blonde to give him a blowjob, pulling her now undid hair and pushing her head. Meanwhile, he continued kissing Tiffany as he was greedily grasping on her naked breasts. As she deep-throated, taking all the man’s shaft in her mouth, Jenna started gagging. Consequently, Mr. Gunter seized her hair and thus made her stop and stand on the couch. He got up, in order to take Tiffany’s clothes off completely. The girls started kissing and playing with each other as the drug aroused them and made them crave for touch and physical affection. The man got his cock in-between Jenna’s huge breasts, pressed them against each other, and he started pumping his shaft. The pleasure of perversion was one of the few Mr. Gunter had in life. The girl seemed to enjoy the sensation of this twisted game, as she moaned constantly and didn’t stop making out with her friend, who was now fingering and fondling herself. When the man got bored of rubbing his cock against Jenna’s delicious tits, he once again grabbed her by the hair and had her eating Tiffany’s cunt. He placed himself behind the blonde and he immediately started pounding away in her pussy. Unfortunately for Mr. Gunter, the girl was not a virgin – actually she was quite wide. He never slowed down – he just went faster and faster. The big-boobed teen would have screamed, but she had her face buried in her friend’s shaved pussy. The host took a hold of Jenna’s throbbing breasts, fondling her erect nipples – this, combined with the sensation of being entirely filled by Mr. Gunter’s member pushed the blonde cutie over the edge and made her orgasm. Her pussy clenched on the man’s cock. He didn’t stop fucking Jenna, but he knew he was going to cum soon. He withdrew from the teen’s vagina, he jerked his cock against her pussy lips a few times then he forced the blonde in Tiffany’s arms. Mr. Gunter began ejaculating, covering both girls in semen; he shot his load on Tiffany’s tits and stomach and on Jenna’s face, mouth and hair. Of course, the girls were still too sedated to realize what had just happened to them. They embraced each other closely, and they seemed to fall asleep, drenched in white goo. Mr. Gunter sat on a chair in front of the girls and he watched them with great satisfaction. He was proud of them, he was proud of his work... He loved Christmas – but this Christmas was far from over. After about 15 minutes, Mr. Gunter went over to the girls. His attention was now focused on Tiffany, the beautiful brunette. She reminded of someone very dear to him – he dared not think of her name. This was why he had plans, big plans for Tiffany. He started by stroking her pussy, until she let out a silent moan. He them kissed her with great lust as he jammed his finger in her pussy. To his great surprise, her hymen resisted the assault. The host got a towel and wiped the semen off the brunette’s frail body. He pulled her near him, letting Jenna hugging herself on the other side of the couch. The host got on his knees and he tasted Tiffany’s innocent pussy. Its scent and its exquisite flavor were maddening. Mr. Gunter wanted this to be something different, to be something special. He kept on wrapping his tongue around her clit, while he went deeper and deeper with his blunt, thick finger. However, he didn’t want to take the girl’s cherry in such a way – he was only preparing her. Her pussy was already dripping wet with its own juices and with Mr. Gunter’s spit. He got his second finger in the teen’s love hole. She sighed louder and louder and she began unconsciously playing with her breasts. Mr. Gunter wouldn’t stop until his guest had an orgasm. And so she did – she started shrieking and her body shook in overflowing excitement. The sweet juices out of her pussy flooded the man’s mouth, to his obscene delight. Tiffany was all sweaty and this made her even sexier, in a defenseless kind of way. Her curly dark hair was sticking to her skin, in an exciting trashy manner. But the man still didn’t want to stop and he kept on licking Tiffany’s pussy. In less than a minute she climaxed again... and again. Finally, Mr. Gunter was satisfied with the pleasure he induced in the young body. He got up and kissed Tiffany, giving her the chance to taste her own fluids. It was time ... The man placed his shaft over the girl’s awash pussy, which was almost asking for something to take away its emptiness. The dick was slowly sinking between the teen’s legs, until it reached the barrier of virginity. Gunter had to push somewhat harder in order to go further and as he did, Tiffany let out a short scream on pain that soon melted into endless pleasure. Although she was barely conscious, the cute brunette was repeatedly rippled by waves of pleasure and ecstasy. The pleasure Gunter was feeling was beyond sex – it was that unique sensation of taking something that can only be given once – innocence. The host started moving in and out faster, enjoying both the girl’s tightness and her moans of delight, physical fulfillment. It wasn’t long until Tiffany had another orgasm – a different kind, originating from deep inside. Mr. Gunter didn’t want to cum inside of her vagina, so he pulled back. He left the room and soon he was back with some lubricant. He spread Tiffany’s legs apart and he massaged her anus with the greasy substance. Her nipples got even harder, as the tickle made her quiver. The man managed to get one of his fingers inside the girl’s butt-hole. He slid it in and out, and then he twisted it. Finally, after he jammed his second finger, Mr. Gunter set the azimuth of his cock, he oiled it, and he started pushing in the girl’s ass. At first, he was unable to penetrate the clenched orifice, but his hard cock dug its way inside. The girl breathed quickly and intensely, until the rush of pleasure took her over. The man started going faster and deeper, grabbing Tiffany’s breasts. She soon had another mind-blowing orgasm and her ass clasped around Gunter’s already throbbing cock, almost engorging it. He tried pulling out in time, but he fiercely shot his enormous load up the girl’s bowels. She cried out as the member pulsated in her butt, widening her to the max. The man withdrew slowly, as his dick softened. The cum started trickling from Tiffany’s ass-crack; this turned on Mr. Gunter and he made Jenna get on her knees and lick his sperm from between the brunette’s butt-cheeks. Mr. Gunter got the girls cleaned up and dressed and he let them rest on the couch, until they could regain awareness. He sat on his armchair and watched them silently and innocently slipping into the dream world. They slept for almost two hours. When they woke up, they didn’t remember much – only that they drank the wine and that they had a nap on the couch. Mr. Gunter thanked them for making him feel the Christmas spirit. The girls left. They both felt some strange things (a sore between their legs, a weird taste in their mouths), but neither of them said anything about it – maybe they didn’t think it was important, maybe they just felt too embarrassed. They went to a couple of more houses, them they returned to their homes, happy with the Christmas evening they had. THE END.

mplete lack of surprise, the man got on his feet and he headed for the door. He opened it and, with great satisfaction, he discovered two young girls. Their beautiful, peaceful voices almost rose to the heavens as they started singing together: “Silent night, holy night ...” Mr. Gunter just stayed there for a moment, listening to the two teenage age voice, with his eyes wrapped in joyful tears, on the verge of crying. He then invited them inside and waited for them to finish caroling. Fresh winter coldness seemed to flow out of the girl’s skin and hair. After they finished, Mr. Gunter, with great contentment, brought all kinds of sweets and treats for the girls, who were already giggling at their site. The girls thanked him and wished him a merry Christmas. He asked their names. They both innocently answered as the man insatiably stared at them. The one called Jenna had straight, shiny blonde hair, bunched to the back of her head with an amber barrette. Her large eyes were watery blue. Underneath her zipped down jacket she wore a grey sweater that gave away her large loose breasts, bouncing in a bra. Her body was voluptuous, generously curved allover. Jenna had tight, black jeans that fitted her perfectly and low-heels shoes. Her friend, Tiffany, was another kind of cutie. She had long, curly, black hair, falling over her shoulders. She wore a white fur cap, shining still with snow. Tiffany’s body was slimmer, more hour-glass-shaped, proof that she was usually working out. Her tits, resembling two adorable apples, weren’t as big as Jenna’s, but they stood up perkily. Her eyes were blacker than the night, yet they sparkled like a thousand stars. She had a red jacket, a sweater, blue jeans and white sneakers. Mr. Gunter told Jenna and Tiffany that he had no one to share his Christmas gifts with and he asked them to stay for just another moment, for just another Christmas carol. The girls agreed and they thankfully followed the man in his warm living room. They resumed their heavenly signing in front of the Christmas tree, while the man brought two glasses of red wine for them. Jenna and Tiffany drank up the wine and suddenly they felt a rush of heat racing in their bodies. They thanked Mr. Gunter for welcoming them and for being so nice to them. He replied that it was no trouble at all and that the pleasure was entirely on his behalf... Or, at least, it was going to be... The chubby blonde and the slender brunette began feeling more and more light-headed. They politely asked Mr. Gunter if they could sit down for a second, while their dizziness wore off. The host agreed and directed them to a big black leather couch. Most obviously, the effect the girls were experiencing was not caused by the wine as much as it was caused by the methamphetamines with which it was mixed. Jenna and Tiffany drifted in a state of drowsiness, although they didn’t actually fall asleep. They were disoriented, unable to think straight; they did nothing but sit there, beautiful and vulnerable, inaudibly giggling as the state of excitement took over them. The host sat between the girls and but his arms around the two of them – they seemed so delicate and so small compared to the strong, tall figure of Mr. Gunter. He started kissing their cheeks and their lips. Jenna and Tiffany didn’t seem to mind and they didn’t seem to realize. However, an expression of pleasure shone from their angelic faces. The man began touching their breasts through their clothing and seriously kissing them on their soft mouths. Both teenagers responded to the kissing, mostly out of reflex. They wrapped their kittenish tongues around the man’s. He was kissing them one at the time. Then he told Jenna to undress. At first, she didn’t understand, but eventually she dispensed of all her clothing. Afterwards she was ordered to get on her knees; the host freed his huge cock from his pants and guided the blonde to give him a blowjob, pulling her now undid hair and pushing her head. Meanwhile, he continued kissing Tiffany as he was greedily grasping on her naked breasts. As she deep-throated, taking all the man’s shaft in her mouth, Jenna started gagging. Consequently, Mr. Gunter seized her hair and thus made her stop and stand on the couch. He got up, in order to take Tiffany’s clothes off completely. The girls started kissing and playing with each other as the drug aroused them and made them crave for touch and physical affection. The man got his cock in-between Jenna’s huge breasts, pressed them against each other, and he started pumping his shaft. The pleasure of perversion was one of the few Mr. Gunter had in life. The girl seemed to enjoy the sensation of this twisted game, as she moaned constantly and didn’t stop making out with her friend, who was now fingering and fondling herself. When the man got bored of rubbing his cock against Jenna’s delicious tits, he once again grabbed her by the hair and had her eating Tiffany’s cunt. He placed himself behind the blonde and he immediately started pounding away in her pussy. Unfortunately for Mr. Gunter, the girl was not a virgin – actually she was quite wide. He never slowed down – he just went faster and faster. The big-boobed teen would have screamed, but she had her face buried in her friend’s shaved pussy. The host took a hold of Jenna’s throbbing breasts, fondling her erect nipples – this, combined with the sensation of being entirely filled by Mr. Gunter’s member pushed the blonde cutie over the edge and made her orgasm. Her pussy clenched on the man’s cock. He didn’t stop fucking Jenna, but he knew he was going to cum soon. He withdrew from the teen’s vagina, he jerked his cock against her pussy lips a few times then he forced the blonde in Tiffany’s arms. Mr. Gunter began ejaculating, covering both girls in semen; he shot his load on Tiffany’s tits and stomach and on Jenna’s face, mouth and hair. Of course, the girls were still too sedated to realize what had just happened to them. They embraced each other closely, and they seemed to fall asleep, drenched in white goo. Mr. Gunter sat on a chair in front of the girls and he watched them with great satisfaction. He was proud of them, he was proud of his work... He loved Christmas – but this Christmas was far from over. After about 15 minutes, Mr. Gunter went over to the girls. His attention was now focused on Tiffany, the beautiful brunette. She reminded of someone very dear to him – he dared not think of her name. This was why he had plans, big plans for Tiffany. He started by stroking her pussy, until she let out a silent moan. He them kissed her with great lust as he jammed his finger in her pussy. To his great surprise, her hymen resisted the assault. The host got a towel and wiped the semen off the brunette’s frail body. He pulled her near him, letting Jenna hugging herself on the other side of the couch. The host got on his knees and he tasted Tiffany’s innocent pussy. Its scent and its exquisite flavor were maddening. Mr. Gunter wanted this to be something different, to be something special. He kept on wrapping his tongue around her clit, while he went deeper and deeper with his blunt, thick finger. However, he didn’t want to take the girl’s cherry in such a way – he was only preparing her. Her pussy was already dripping wet with its own juices and with Mr. Gunter’s spit. He got his second finger in the teen’s love hole. She sighed louder and louder and she began unconsciously playing with her breasts. Mr. Gunter wouldn’t stop until his guest had an orgasm. And so she did – she started shrieking and her body shook in overflowing excitement. The sweet juices out of her pussy flooded the man’s mouth, to his obscene delight. Tiffany was all sweaty and this made her even sexier, in a defenseless kind of way. Her curly dark hair was sticking to her skin, in an exciting trashy manner. But the man still didn’t want to stop and he kept on licking Tiffany’s pussy. In less than a minute she climaxed again... and again. Finally, Mr. Gunter was satisfied with the pleasure he induced in the young body. He got up and kissed Tiffany, giving her the chance to taste her own fluids. It was time ... The man placed his shaft over the girl’s awash pussy, which was almost asking for something to take away its emptiness. The dick was slowly sinking between the teen’s legs, until it reached the barrier of virginity. Gunter had to push somewhat harder in order to go further and as he did, Tiffany let out a short scream on pain that soon melted into endless pleasure. Although she was barely conscious, the cute brunette was repeatedly rippled by waves of pleasure and ecstasy. The pleasure Gunter was feeling was beyond sex – it was that unique sensation of taking something that can only be given once – innocence. The host started moving in and out faster, enjoying both the girl’s tightness and her moans of delight, physical fulfillment. It wasn’t long until Tiffany had another orgasm – a different kind, originating from deep inside. Mr. Gunter didn’t want to cum inside of her vagina, so he pulled back. He left the room and soon he was back with some lubricant. He spread Tiffany’s legs apart and he massaged her anus with the greasy substance. Her nipples got even harder, as the tickle made her quiver. The man managed to get one of his fingers inside the girl’s butt-hole. He slid it in and out, and then he twisted it. Finally, after he jammed his second finger, Mr. Gunter set the azimuth of his cock, he oiled it, and he started pushing in the girl’s ass. At first, he was unable to penetrate the clenched orifice, but his hard cock dug its way inside. The girl breathed quickly and intensely, until the rush of pleasure took her over. The man started going faster and deeper, grabbing Tiffany’s breasts. She soon had another mind-blowing orgasm and her ass clasped around Gunter’s already throbbing cock, almost engorging it. He tried pulling out in time, but he fiercely shot his enormous load up the girl’s bowels. She cried out as the member pulsated in her butt, widening her to the max. The man withdrew slowly, as his dick softened. The cum started trickling from Tiffany’s ass-crack; this turned on Mr. Gunter and he made Jenna get on her knees and lick his sperm from between the brunette’s butt-cheeks. Mr. Gunter got the girls cleaned up and dressed and he let them rest on the couch, until they could regain awareness. He sat on his armchair and watched them silently and innocently slipping into the dream world. They slept for almost two hours. When they woke up, they didn’t remember much – only that they drank the wine and that they had a nap on the couch. Mr. Gunter thanked them for making him feel the Christmas spirit. The girls left. They both felt some strange things (a sore between their legs, a weird taste in their mouths), but neither of them said anything about it – maybe they didn’t think it was important, maybe they just felt too embarrassed. They went to a couple of more houses, them they returned to their homes, happy with the Christmas evening they had. THE END.

mplete lack of surprise, the man got on his feet and he headed for the door. He opened it and, with great satisfaction, he discovered two young girls. Their beautiful, peaceful voices almost rose to the heavens as they started singing together: “Silent night, holy night ...” Mr. Gunter just stayed there for a moment, listening to the two teenage age voice, with his eyes wrapped in joyful tears, on the verge of crying. He then invited them inside and waited for them to finish caroling. Fresh winter coldness seemed to flow out of the girl’s skin and hair. After they finished, Mr. Gunter, with great contentment, brought all kinds of sweets and treats for the girls, who were already giggling at their site. The girls thanked him and wished him a merry Christmas. He asked their names. They both innocently answered as the man insatiably stared at them. The one called Jenna had straight, shiny blonde hair, bunched to the back of her head with an amber barrette. Her large eyes were watery blue. Underneath her zipped down jacket she wore a grey sweater that gave away her large loose breasts, bouncing in a bra. Her body was voluptuous, generously curved allover. Jenna had tight, black jeans that fitted her perfectly and low-heels shoes. Her friend, Tiffany, was another kind of cutie. She had long, curly, black hair, falling over her shoulders. She wore a white fur cap, shining still with snow. Tiffany’s body was slimmer, more hour-glass-shaped, proof that she was usually working out. Her tits, resembling two adorable apples, weren’t as big as Jenna’s, but they stood up perkily. Her eyes were blacker than the night, yet they sparkled like a thousand stars. She had a red jacket, a sweater, blue jeans and white sneakers. Mr. Gunter told Jenna and Tiffany that he had no one to share his Christmas gifts with and he asked them to stay for just another moment, for just another Christmas carol. The girls agreed and they thankfully followed the man in his warm living room. They resumed their heavenly signing in front of the Christmas tree, while the man brought two glasses of red wine for them. Jenna and Tiffany drank up the wine and suddenly they felt a rush of heat racing in their bodies. They thanked Mr. Gunter for welcoming them and for being so nice to them. He replied that it was no trouble at all and that the pleasure was entirely on his behalf... Or, at least, it was going to be... The chubby blonde and the slender brunette began feeling more and more light-headed. They politely asked Mr. Gunter if they could sit down for a second, while their dizziness wore off. The host agreed and directed them to a big black leather couch. Most obviously, the effect the girls were experiencing was not caused by the wine as much as it was caused by the methamphetamines with which it was mixed. Jenna and Tiffany drifted in a state of drowsiness, although they didn’t actually fall asleep. They were disoriented, unable to think straight; they did nothing but sit there, beautiful and vulnerable, inaudibly giggling as the state of excitement took over them. The host sat between the girls and but his arms around the two of them – they seemed so delicate and so small compared to the strong, tall figure of Mr. Gunter. He started kissing their cheeks and their lips. Jenna and Tiffany didn’t seem to mind and they didn’t seem to realize. However, an expression of pleasure shone from their angelic faces. The man began touching their breasts through their clothing and seriously kissing them on their soft mouths. Both teenagers responded to the kissing, mostly out of reflex. They wrapped their kittenish tongues around the man’s. He was kissing them one at the time. Then he told Jenna to undress. At first, she didn’t understand, but eventually she dispensed of all her clothing. Afterwards she was ordered to get on her knees; the host freed his huge cock from his pants and guided the blonde to give him a blowjob, pulling her now undid hair and pushing her head. Meanwhile, he continued kissing Tiffany as he was greedily grasping on her naked breasts. As she deep-throated, taking all the man’s shaft in her mouth, Jenna started gagging. Consequently, Mr. Gunter seized her hair and thus made her stop and stand on the couch. He got up, in order to take Tiffany’s clothes off completely. The girls started kissing and playing with each other as the drug aroused them and made them crave for touch and physical affection. The man got his cock in-between Jenna’s huge breasts, pressed them against each other, and he started pumping his shaft. The pleasure of perversion was one of the few Mr. Gunter had in life. The girl seemed to enjoy the sensation of this twisted game, as she moaned constantly and didn’t stop making out with her friend, who was now fingering and fondling herself. When the man got bored of rubbing his cock against Jenna’s delicious tits, he once again grabbed her by the hair and had her eating Tiffany’s cunt. He placed himself behind the blonde and he immediately started pounding away in her pussy. Unfortunately for Mr. Gunter, the girl was not a virgin – actually she was quite wide. He never slowed down – he just went faster and faster. The big-boobed teen would have screamed, but she had her face buried in her friend’s shaved pussy. The host took a hold of Jenna’s throbbing breasts, fondling her erect nipples – this, combined with the sensation of being entirely filled by Mr. Gunter’s member pushed the blonde cutie over the edge and made her orgasm. Her pussy clenched on the man’s cock. He didn’t stop fucking Jenna, but he knew he was going to cum soon. He withdrew from the teen’s vagina, he jerked his cock against her pussy lips a few times then he forced the blonde in Tiffany’s arms. Mr. Gunter began ejaculating, covering both girls in semen; he shot his load on Tiffany’s tits and stomach and on Jenna’s face, mouth and hair. Of course, the girls were still too sedated to realize what had just happened to them. They embraced each other closely, and they seemed to fall asleep, drenched in white goo. Mr. Gunter sat on a chair in front of the girls and he watched them with great satisfaction. He was proud of them, he was proud of his work... He loved Christmas – but this Christmas was far from over. After about 15 minutes, Mr. Gunter went over to the girls. His attention was now focused on Tiffany, the beautiful brunette. She reminded of someone very dear to him – he dared not think of her name. This was why he had plans, big plans for Tiffany. He started by stroking her pussy, until she let out a silent moan. He them kissed her with great lust as he jammed his finger in her pussy. To his great surprise, her hymen resisted the assault. The host got a towel and wiped the semen off the brunette’s frail body. He pulled her near him, letting Jenna hugging herself on the other side of the couch. The host got on his knees and he tasted Tiffany’s innocent pussy. Its scent and its exquisite flavor were maddening. Mr. Gunter wanted this to be something different, to be something special. He kept on wrapping his tongue around her clit, while he went deeper and deeper with his blunt, thick finger. However, he didn’t want to take the girl’s cherry in such a way – he was only preparing her. Her pussy was already dripping wet with its own juices and with Mr. Gunter’s spit. He got his second finger in the teen’s love hole. She sighed louder and louder and she began unconsciously playing with her breasts. Mr. Gunter wouldn’t stop until his guest had an orgasm. And so she did – she started shrieking and her body shook in overflowing excitement. The sweet juices out of her pussy flooded the man’s mouth, to his obscene delight. Tiffany was all sweaty and this made her even sexier, in a defenseless kind of way. Her curly dark hair was sticking to her skin, in an exciting trashy manner. But the man still didn’t want to stop and he kept on licking Tiffany’s pussy. In less than a minute she climaxed again... and again. Finally, Mr. Gunter was satisfied with the pleasure he induced in the young body. He got up and kissed Tiffany, giving her the chance to taste her own fluids. It was time ... The man placed his shaft over the girl’s awash pussy, which was almost asking for something to take away its emptiness. The dick was slowly sinking between the teen’s legs, until it reached the barrier of virginity. Gunter had to push somewhat harder in order to go further and as he did, Tiffany let out a short scream on pain that soon melted into endless pleasure. Although she was barely conscious, the cute brunette was repeatedly rippled by waves of pleasure and ecstasy. The pleasure Gunter was feeling was beyond sex – it was that unique sensation of taking something that can only be given once – innocence. The host started moving in and out faster, enjoying both the girl’s tightness and her moans of delight, physical fulfillment. It wasn’t long until Tiffany had another orgasm – a different kind, originating from deep inside. Mr. Gunter didn’t want to cum inside of her vagina, so he pulled back. He left the room and soon he was back with some lubricant. He spread Tiffany’s legs apart and he massaged her anus with the greasy substance. Her nipples got even harder, as the tickle made her quiver. The man managed to get one of his fingers inside the girl’s butt-hole. He slid it in and out, and then he twisted it. Finally, after he jammed his second finger, Mr. Gunter set the azimuth of his cock, he oiled it, and he started pushing in the girl’s ass. At first, he was unable to penetrate the clenched orifice, but his hard cock dug its way inside. The girl breathed quickly and intensely, until the rush of pleasure took her over. The man started going faster and deeper, grabbing Tiffany’s breasts. She soon had another mind-blowing orgasm and her ass clasped around Gunter’s already throbbing cock, almost engorging it. He tried pulling out in time, but he fiercely shot his enormous load up the girl’s bowels. She cried out as the member pulsated in her butt, widening her to the max. The man withdrew slowly, as his dick softened. The cum started trickling from Tiffany’s ass-crack; this turned on Mr. Gunter and he made Jenna get on her knees and lick his sperm from between the brunette’s butt-cheeks. Mr. Gunter got the girls cleaned up and dressed and he let them rest on the couch, until they could regain awareness. He sat on his armchair and watched them silently and innocently slipping into the dream world. They slept for almost two hours. When they woke up, they didn’t remember much – only that they drank the wine and that they had a nap on the couch. Mr. Gunter thanked them for making him feel the Christmas spirit. The girls left. They both felt some strange things (a sore between their legs, a weird taste in their mouths), but neither of them said anything about it – maybe they didn’t think it was important, maybe they just felt too embarrassed. They went to a couple of more houses, them they returned to their homes, happy with the Christmas evening they had.