s, cowboy boots and their female counterparts.
A suit would be as out of place as a pole cat at a church picnic.



There's a hardwood dance floor and a mighty fine local country rock
band on weekends. A couple of pool tables fill the little back room and
an ancient TV that sort of shows color hangs over the bar and takes
care of the sports crowd. A little something for everybody.



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



The Brass Tap is what we call a "ya'll come" kind of place.



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Uhh…I gotta go.” I said.



“Sorry, the little girl's room was in use and I had to go really bad
too. Well…Come on in. Go ahead, I won’t look.” She waved at the
"pisser" and went back to primping in the streaked, dirty, mirror.



I hesitated a second but nature made the decision for me. I wasn’t about to piss my pants waiting on her to get out.



Not being exactly your high class establishment, the one urinal is
beside the sink and there isn’t one of those privacy things between the
two. I got my streaming going good and glanced over. Violet was
standing there with the tiniest tip of her pink tongue sticking out
intently watching me piss. .



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



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



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



"Um.."she said and grinned. “I’ve seen worse. I’d say he’s got
potential. So you know my name, and you’re Greg, right?” She continued.
“Can I touch?”



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



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



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



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



“And?”



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



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





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



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



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



“His loss.” Violet said.



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



I soon found myself in the pale moonlight out behind the dumpster on
hallowed ground that's been sanctified by hundreds if not thousands of
other horny couples. My hand found it's way up Violets miniskirt and
rubbed her sweet young pussy through polyester bikini panties while she
stroked my rock hard cock with equal ardor.



The place smelled like…well…like a dump but it’s amazing what the fine
combination of alcohol plus sex will do for you. Violet smelled, young,
hot, as sweet as honeysuckle and nothing else mattered. Nothing at all.



Her velvet tongue tasted of honey, of Budweiser, and of desire, as we
moaned our lust into each other’s mouth. The girl was an excellent
kisser and soon we were gasping, grouping and dry humping like the end
of the world was just down the road and only our coupling stood in
Satan’s very path.



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



“God, oh god, hurry. Get it in I can’t wait.” she begged.



I could see that she was already rubbing her love button from the front as my dick made contact and slid home.



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Just watching.” I said and slapped her pretty ass. “ Go for it.
Ride-em cowgirl.” I grinned and slapped her upturned butt again picking
up the pace once more. “Gonna get you off gal. Make you cum like an
earthquake. Go get’em girl. We're gonna make it a fucking big one.”



Another slap added a red hand print to her straining ass punctuating my
desire. With a groan she just kicked it into a higher gear. Letting
everything go she bawled like a wildcat in heat. The girl was a fuck’en
treasure.



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



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



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



“Cumming…Ahh!” I shuddered in turn as my cock unleashed a torrent of baby juice.



None of this pull out and squirt in her face shit. No rubber either.
One- hundred percent pure high-test rebel cum flooded her vaginal canal
as spasm after spasm emptied my balls, filling her tank to overflowing.
The excess ran down her legs re-christening this little patch of
southern ground once again.



"OH YES...! Damned Good!" I slapped her ass hard again just because it
felt good and because I could. She didn't mind at all.



"Fine ass. Mighty fine ass.!" I exclaimed with glee. "Good God woman what a fuck you are!"



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



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



“Or something…Hmm.” she said. “Well..You can take me home and play
around some more. That is if you want to?” Her smiling eye's sparkled
even in the light of that old North Georgia moon.



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



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



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



“Yee..Hawwww! -----Ya’ll cum now ya hear.



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

ted to explore a little more. I grabbed her tits and they were perfect, rubbed her flat stomach, rubbed her crotch over her pants.

 I backed off and watched her for a second, still having not moved. I pinched her a little just to see, and then pinched her harder and still nothing.

 Getting more encouraged, I pulled her left tit out the top of her shirt and looked at it, it was perfectly proportioned with her hard little nipples. I rubbed them and sucked on her tit for about a minute, then reached down and undid her zipper.

I started rubbing her on top of her panties and noticed she was pretty wet and fresh shaved, so i stuck my hand in through the side and started rubbing her slit while I was sucking on her tit.

Finally I just undid her pants and pulled them down just enough, then pulled my cock out and worked it into her slowly. She was soo tight! She was tiny and my dick is pretty big, I started pumping her on her side and couldn't believe how good she was.

 I started kissing her and she woke up, and to stop her from making a sound i put a hand on her mouth, then rolled her over onto her back, her boyfriend still out. I pulled her pants down further and pounded the hell out of her til I was just about to come, then pulled out and rolled her over and looked at her perky little ass.

It was mine, so I spit on my finger and rubbed it on the rim of her asshole. She wasn't making any noise or trying to move so I think she liked it, then I lined my dick up with her ass and pushed in slow. It was so hard her ass was so tight, I got the head in and then she clamped up and pushed it back out. I tried again and she did it again, and I probably would've been mad but it felt soo good having her clamp up on me.

The last time I pressed in a little then just rammed it home with a hand over her mouth, thankfully cus she tried to scream. I could feel the blood on my dick and knew I wasnt going to last long, so I pounded her a couple of times then started cumming in her ass full boar, while I'd reached around with one hand to play with her big firm tits.

When I finished cumming I just laid there for a minute until my dick got hard again still in her ass and went back at it, then rolled her back over and switched to her pussy again. She was just laying there staring, not making a sound while i was on top of her fucking her. I finally came in her pussy again, then laid on top with my dick in her for about 20 minutes, kissing her, then rolled off and went to sleep.

She never told anyone, but she did ask to come over and drink again sometime. 

="font-size: 14pt; font-family: verdana">The next morning everything seemed fine. I lay in bed still thinking about the day before and started getting excited again. Using some super moisturizing cream I thought a little massage would be in order, just to be sure everything still worked okay. As I slowly began to work on my still tender pussy, I began to imagine my usual fantasy of my boyfriend Jim endlessly pumping away in me. As I got closer to cumming he turned into Luka pumping away.

 

Just as I started to really let loose the image of Luka pulling out and shooting his hot load all over me sent me reeling over the edge with a force I haven't had since, well, yesterday.

 

My memory of yesterday was like a series of pictures that were out of order. I'm not that sure exactly how things went. In one way, I was so embarrassed and ashamed and in other ways it was like having my first orgasm.

 

I wasn't sure what to do. I ended up calling Sally. I wasn't sure if that was the greatest idea, but what the hell. She was little shy over the phone and wanted to come over and talk. Sally looks great, she has a face like Michelle Pfeiffer on Marilyn Monroe's body. I haven't known her that long, but everyone seems to like her.

 

She came over that afternoon, I could tell when she came in the door she was a little embarrassed too. She began to make small talk and ramble on about how she felt and was I okay. All of the sudden she burst into tears with her head in her hands begging me not tell anyone about what happened.

 

I went and knelt by her chair putting my arm around her to comfort her.

 

She was surprised I wasn't as upset as she was. I told her that yes; it did seem strange when I thought about it too much, but that I get really hot at the same time.

 

We were face to face, she looked into my eye's saying "I get so hot when I remember yesterday, you were driving me crazy. She reached up behind me and pushed my head towards hers and our lips met into a deep kiss.

 

I told her yesterday was new experience for me; I have only been with men and done the usual things.

 

Sally wanted to know if Luka's dick felt like a man? I answered "Maybe a wild man."

 

"It wasn't his dick, it was how he used it."

 

I asked Sally "Did you ever hear of women having sex with animals?

 

"Only Australian guys fucking sheep in the outback." We had a great laugh and I offered her some coffee.

 

She asked if was on the Internet?

 

"Who isn't these days."

 

"Michelle, lets check out the net"

 

We took our coffee into my bedroom and fired up the old' PC.

 

"What should I look for?"

 

"Dog sex?" Well we gave it try, and bingo, a few sites came up. I couldn't believe it. They were all pay sites but the tours left nothing to the imagination. We were getting the lingo down and tried a few more searches and found a bunch of sites. The teaser pictures were wild. All of these women with all sorts of animals. Sally was pretty quite as I paged through the sites.

 

We came across a good picture of a beautiful woman giving a dog head.

 

Sally said " I don't know about that." I was getting very wet looking at all of these pictures.

 

I told her about the Luka shooting come all over me and into my mouth, that it was really that bad, "No worse than man's."

 

"How about a women's? "Sally asked.

 

"That either," I said with a chuckle. I found a sample story and started reading it out loud. Sally was sitting on the bed behind my chair at the desk so we could both see the monitor. As I read, Sally wrapped her arms around me and gently started rubbing my breasts through my shirt.

 

I stopped reading and she whispered in my ear "This is so hot, don't stop."

 

I picked up where I left off, as I read she slowly moved her hands into my crotch rubbing my pussy through my shorts. I was getting so wet as Sally was breathing heavily into my ear, I couldn't read anymore. Sally turned my swivel chair around; I was stunned to see her naked kneeling on the floor.

 

She began to undo my shorts, I was so hot I lifted up my butt and helped her get them off. As I had hoped, she spread my legs and her tongue found my button.

 

She started to work her fingers into my hole slowly working them in and out as she sucked on my button, working it wildly with her tongue. I was bucking in no time almost falling off the chair. Sally stopped and lifted me to the bed, sat me on the edge with my legs hanging over the side and attacked my pussy again.

 

She had worked several fingers into me pumping in and out.

 

She stopped eating me and focused on getting her fingers deeper and deeper inside me until she reached my cervix. Tickling it with her fingers I was humping her hand in ecstasy. She started to work another finger just barley in my ass.

 

I was so close but I needed more, I couldn't help it and reached down and started rubbing my clit until I began exploding into the most wonderful orgasm, I could actually feel myself squirting cum; another first with Sally.

 

I was breathless as Sally rolled me over on the rest of the bed and as I lay on my back she straddled my face with her bald pussy saying, "It's all right, take your time, we're not going anywhere."

 

Her pussy was dripping cum on lips and as I licked it off the excitement started to return. Sally began to rub her button with one finger, what a view seeing her face between these massive breasts. I stuck my tongue out and slowly began to lick her lips, she pressed her pussy against my face and started humping my face and cumming all over me.

 

I could hardly breath as her entire pussy covered my face. I stuck my tongue as deep as I could in her hole and rubbed under clit with my nose. Rocking back and forth, going slower and slower, slowing down like she ran out of gas. She finally collapsed on the bed next to me and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

 

We woke up a couple of hours later; I was in a total panic. I had blown off most of the day playing with Sally and I had so much to do before my date with Jim that evening.

 

Sally had errands to run as well, we both hopped in the shower for a quick rinse and away we went on separate ways.

 

Though the day was hectic my mind kept wondering back to Luka.

 

The week went by like a flash, I talked with Sally several times during that week and she sent me more wild site address. I was thinking this better not get out of hand.

 

Sally called and wanted to get together Friday night for a "surprise" I wasn't sure this was the best thing to do, but since Jim would be out of town until Saturday I thought it would be okay.

 

Friday came around and Sally met me at home right after work. She explained she wanted to be sure everything was cool before she delivered my surprise?

 

She said she'd be back in a few minutes. Shortly there was a knock at the door and it was Sally with Luka! She explained how she offered to take care of Luka while Margery was out of town for the weekend, but she would have to keep him at my house because they didn't allow animals in her apartment building.

 

I wasn't sure about this and how things were going to play out. Sally was very excited, telling me she couldn't wait to try him. She reached under her dress pulled off her panties, sat in a chair and called Luka who bounded over and stuck his nose right in her pussy and started going to town.

 

Sally was squealing with delight as Luka did his thing.

 

She was singing, "Oh boy I can't wait for you to fuck me! I was really getting hot with that idea as well, and so was Luka. His dick started to grow out of it's cover. I wanted to touch it, but I didn't want to spoil Sally's plans.

 

Sally stood up to take off her dress, I helped her get it over head while Luka kept licking away, Sally started to loose her balance and grabbed a hold of me in a hug.

 

"Oh this is great, but how should we do this?" she questioned. I told her to get on all fours like in the pictures. What about his paws? I was off to the bedroom to get some gym socks, when I got back Sally was kneeling next to Luka with her hand around his dick sliding the sheath back.

 

"What's this bump in his dick for?"

 

"Got me, I guess so it won't go in too far?"

 

We put the socks on Luka's front paws, he didn't like them too much but when Sally grabbed his dick again he settled right down.

 

"Try it, touch his dick" As I felt his dick it was smooth and moist. I slid my hand up and down it a few times and Luka started to hump it.

 

"I guess he's ready Sally." She knelt on all fours in front of Luka and let him lick her pussy. After a minute he hopped up on Sally and was humping for all it was worth. I knelt next to them and helped Luka find her hole. By the second stroke it was all the way in, up to the bump. Sally was going crazy screaming and pushing back to meet every one of Luka's thrusts.

 

It was a wild sight, I was getting so hot I needed some help myself. I got out of my clothes and sat in front of Sally, she went straight for my pussy licking and biting on my inner lips.

 

No one has ever licked my pussy like Sally did.

 

Sally was cooing, moaning and cumming all at the same time and suddenly yelled "Oh he's so fucking big" and collapsed to the floor with the dog on top of her, both trying to catch their breath.

 

Sally said to me "Get that thing out me, I started to move Luka back and Sally yelled stop! I he's too big to come out. I was shocked; I had no idea what to do or what was happening. I couldn't see between them, the bump was gone!

 

"Sally, the bump is in you lay still."

 

"Oh Michelle, I can still feel him pumping hot cum in me."

 

"Does it hurt Sally?"

 

"No, not really, just when he tries to pull it out" "God, what a dog!"

 

A few minutes later Luka slipped out of Sally, cum pouring out all over. He was showing us his whole dick, it was huge and a foot and a half long. Bigger than any guy's I've ever seen. I made Luka lay down and he started to lick his dick. I pushed his head back and gently took a hold of it still oozing cum. I got a little on my finger and put it in my mouth for a taste.

 

"Michelle, Did you just do what think you did?"

 

"It's not bad, really." With that I had to give it a try and slipped the head of Lukas dick in my mouth. Like a motor starting up he started humping my mouth and squirting a real light liquid.

 

I took him out of my mouth, but kept pumping his dick with may hand.

 

Try this Sal. She knelt down and put her hand next to mine and I let go. Slowly she bent over and stuck out her tongue and slid it along the length to the tip and slipped it in her mouth and Luka's motor started right up. We took turns licking and sucking until Luka turned into a fountain of cum. We got it all over us.

 

All of the sudden I heard a noise in the driveway, I peaked out the window and it was Jim!

 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Sally get your clothes and get in the bathroom, Remember We are giving each other facials okay." I was going nuts, how was going to explain this. I put Luka in the kitchen and grabbed a robe and put some lotion on my face and headed for the door.

 

Just as I got to the door, Jim knocked. I waited a second the opened the door just a crack keeping the chain on.

 

"Hi Jim, what are you doing back in town?" "I got home early, what are you doing? Are you alone Michelle?"

 

"No, Sally is here." I could tell he was suspicious.

 

"Wait a second, we have to get dressed." Just then, Sally came out of the bathroom dressed and looking great, she passed me and opened the door and yelled,

 

"Thanks for taking care of the dog, I 'll. be back first thing in the morning and leave that cream on for a few more minutes. I ducked into the bathroom; I could hear Sally talking to Jim, telling him about our make-up session.

 

As I came out of the bathroom Jim looked very curious, What's going on? I'm watching Luka for Sally who is watching him for Margery. He's such a good dog; se sleeps most of the time.

 

"Jim why don't you get out of those clothes and hop in the shower with me?" Well it didn't take long for him to get with the program. We talked, kissed and hugged while we were in the shower. I started to wash his tool; he was quick to respond.

 

I used to think he was really hung; he's not the big dog around here anymore. I lead him into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed while he stood in front of me like a Greek God, tall dark and handsome. His nickname is Adonis and he really fits the part.

 

I started to suck his dick as a welcome home gift, but I wouldn't let him cum. He bent over and grabbed my legs holding them up against his chest and spread apart. He drove that spike home on the first lunge.

 

After a few minutes he climbed up on the bed with me. He was good as ever. I wrapped my legs around his legs and held on tight while meeting every thrust.

 

We were working like a well-oiled pleasure machine. It was taking me way longer than usual to get off. Jim was working hard; he started to moan so I really put every thing I had into it. With my legs around his I pulled him towards me with every pump of his hips. He started get louder and louder; he has never been this way.

 

I held him tighter and worked harder as we began to finally cum and cum, I was in a fog of ecstasy, I thought I could smell Luka's hot breath.

 

As I pulsed through my first waves of orgasm, I opened my eyes to see Luka's head over Jim's! I couldn't believe it! I exploded in a huge orgasm, my body pumping Jim's uncontrollably. The thought of Luka pumping Jim as he pumped me was too much for me to control.

 

He fell on top of me almost crying. Trying to catch his breath while as Luka was staring me in the face. I kissed and hug Jim tightly. This was beyond my wildest fantasy.

 

"Get off of this bed, Luka" I shouted. Jim yelled no, no stop, don't move, and don’t move that dog!

 

"What's the matter Jim?" "He's stuck in me."

 

"What"

 

"The dog is tied with me." I got out from under Jim on his side, Luka lay next to him and they were stuck just like with Sally.

 

"How did this happen Jim?" " At first he started licking my balls and ass, I didn't care who was doing it, and it was great.

 

I thought it was your foot or something. I didn't realize it was him. You were holding me so tight and I was so close to cumming, when he mounted me I didn't know what was going to happen.

 

At first it hurt like hell, then I couldn't believe the intense sensations.

 

I think we all came together and he began to swell and I could feel him cumming inside me. I couldn't do anything about it.

 

"Oh my god Jim, what are we going to do, should I call an ambulance?" "Michelle no, no ambulance calm down."

 

"Darling, it should just take a few minutes to come out." "Jim, How do you know this?"

 

I couldn't help taking advantage of this; I wish I had a camera. Jim was really embarrassed.

 

"Who did you think it was?" I asked All Jim could do was moan in pain.

 

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Being the manager of a small department store, in a chain of department stores, I prepared my little store for our annual back to school sale.  This is a big time of year for us, as we are located in the poorer side of town, and unlike the big discount chains we are within walking distance of in the poor neighborhoods.  Now this is a big sales advantage but it also has some drawbacks, as we get more shoplifters and security is a major part of the job, as we cannot afford to hire and maintain a security man full time.

 

Most of out customers are hard working low-income people, and for the most part very honest.  With many years of experience behind me, I know that most of our losses come from teenagers.  They usually come in groups and try to distract the sales staff, while one of them shoplifts the things they desire.  So being the manager I have learned to stay off the sales floor and watch the store thru the groups of one way mirrors throughout the store, paying particular attention to the teens that arrive in groups, and the ones that go off on their own while their buddies ask the sales people questions.

 

Now these teen shoplifters do not as a rule, pick up school supplies such as notebooks or pencils, they go after clothes or electronics.  Letting their parents worry about the things they need to actually do the schoolwork.  So I usually station myself in the clothing department during peak teen shopping hours.  I watch for teens taking multiple items into the fitting rooms and only returning a few back to the racks. 

 

Well now that you know the background of what usually goes on, let me tell you about the unusual case I had this year.  It was around 4:30 PM on a Monday, which is prime time for teen shoplifters, as they have gotten out of school a hour or so ago and had time to group up for their quest.

 

The usual group of teens came in and the sales people were quite busy.  I was behind the one-way mirror at the clothing department watching a few teens, when out of the corner of my eye I saw her.  She was off to herself in the school supply section, a place most teens avoid.  She was young and I guessed around 14 or 15 years old, she was wearing clothes that were out of style by a few years, I guessed hand me downs or yard sale specials. 

 

I do not know why she caught my attention, but I decided to move around and watch her thru the mirror in that section of the store.  As I continued to watch her I noticed her look around and put something in her pocket, then quickly move to another section of the school supplies.  She kept looking around, and had a scared look on her face, as she bent down and pick up a calculator looked at it, looked quickly around and stuffed that into her pocket also.  Well I had seen enough; I knew she would soon try to go out the door, so as she pretended to look around for something else I made my way to the exit.

I went outside the store and pretended to look in the window at the displays as I kept an eye on her.  It did not take long as she slowly made her way to the door, she took one more quick look around and seen no one following her and slowly made her way to the exit, with a final look around she quickly moved thru the door, turned and ran directly into me. 

 

I am sure it startled her at first and then as she regained her composure she noticed my nametag and the manager and store logo under it.  Her face went pale and I reached out and grabbed her arm so she could not run.  I called one of the sales people out as a witness and asked the girl to empty her pockets.  She pulled out the calculator and some pens, all together worth around ten or fifteen dollars.  The salesman who came out took a picture of her and her loot and handed me the camera.  I picked up her ill-gotten gain and asked her to come with me to the office.

 

She started crying and shaking, which in a usual ploy for young shoplifters to try to get you just to let them go.  But our store policy was to prosecute all shoplifters as a deterrent to others.  When we reached the office, I had her sit in the straight chair and I put the stolen item on the desk, and settled in my chair behind the desk.  She was still crying as I pulled out the standard form we have to get all the information from the shoplifter before the police arrive.  Here is where I deviated from company policy, I was supposed to call the police before I started filling out the form, and to this day I do not know why I didn’t.

 

 

I started asking her the standard questions, her name, age, address, and phone number where her parents could be reached.  And I was kind of surprised at some of the answers I received, her name was Carol Miller, she was 15 years old, her address was an old flophouse motel just down the street, and no phone number was available.  I noticed she had quit crying now but her eyes were still red and puffy.  I asked her parents name and she gave me her mother’s name as Jill Taylor and her stepfather’s name as Paul Taylor.  When I asked how to reach them, she burst into tears again and pleaded with me not to contact them.  She said her stepfather would kill her, having heard this before many time, I told her I doubted that he would kill her.

 

That is when she shocked me and stood and turned her back to me, pulled up her tee shirt and showed me the scars of being beaten.  I was shocked and dropped my pen on the desk, as she lowered her shirt and turned back to face me.  For some reason I got up from my chair and went around to take this young girl into my arms to comfort her, as I took her in my arms she put her face in my chest and cried like a baby.  I held her tight and a protective feeling overtook me.  Suddenly I was glad I had not called the police, I just wanted to make her feel safe from harm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

It was like pulling teeth, but finally I got some details out of her.  He stepfather was a drunk lazy man who lived on his welfare check, and what ever her mom could make waiting tables and a local diner.  He begrudged an money spent on her for clothes or books, hell he did not even want to feed her, as she ate table scrapes after her father finished eating.  They never seemed to have enough money and he took it out on her, he would beat her for almost no reason, but always when her mom was at work.  She was terrified of him, but needed some supplies for her classes at school and was afraid to ask her mom for them.  She wore clothes the neighbors had given her and what she pick up out of others garbage. 

 

I am a single man, who had never been married, but I do like children and never wanted to see them mistreated.  Maybe some hidden paternal instincts were taking over, because suddenly all that mattered to me was protecting this young girl.  So I paid for the items she stole out of my own pocket, and sent her on her way, but not before taking a few snapshots of her back full of scars and bruises.  I had no Idea what to do, but I knew I needed to do something, so I called an old friend of mine who worked for Children’s Services of our great state.

 

So meeting my friend, that night and telling her the story, showing her the pictures of Carol’s back, I asked the million dollar question, what could be done.  I was in for another shock as I was told that not a whole lot could be done since no police report was filled out, no complaint by either the mother or child was on record.  They could take the photos and go talk to the stepfather, but usually that only would make him mad and he would take it out on Carol at a later date.  Or they could approach the mother with the pictures and try to get her to file a complaint.  They best case scenario if they could prove the child was being beaten by the stepfather, was to remove her from their custody and place her in a foster home, which they were short of, and may turn out to be worst for Carol.  As abuse has been known to happen in foster care homes. 

 

I have not been known to back down from a challenge, so I told my friend I wanted to do nothing thru the system.  Now give me some choices outside the system that might be done.  After discussing this subject at length, we came up with a few scenarios that might work.  One being approach the stepfather, let him know he is being watched.  But this may make him madder and either beat Carol worse or leave the family and then they could not even afford the flophouse apartment they had.  The other was to approach the mother, show her the photos and try to scare her into signing custody papers to a responsible person, and that left the question of who would take care of Carol.

 

The next day Carol came by the store to thank me for the supplies and not turning her in.  That is when I noticed she had a black eye and bruises on her arms.  When I questioned her about it she told me her stepfather had found the supplies and asked her where she got them.  When she told him, he took the supplies away from her and beat her again.  He then traded the supplies for a cheap bottle of wine.  I could not hide my fury at him from her, and she kept telling me it was all right she would get by without the supplies.  But I knew I had to do something fast.

 

 

I though about it all day, and came to the conclusion that approaching the mother was the best way to handle this situation.  As for who to take custody of Carol, I had no idea so I decided it would be me, until I could find someone else more suitable.  After work I went and seen a attorney and had a custody agreement drawn up naming me as the custodian of the minor child Carol Miller, releasing her mother or stepfather of any paternal rights to the child.  All I had to do was get the mother to sign it and get it notarized, and then file it with the County Clerk. 

 

The next day I took some time off from work and went to the little diner where Carol’s mother worked, while Carol was still in school.  She was not hard to spot as she looked like an older version of Carol, and she also sported a black eye and some bruises that she tried to cover with make up.  When she came to wait on my table I introduced myself and told her I need a few minutes of her time to talk to her about her daughter.  I guess she assumed Carol had gotten into trouble as she went to her boss and told him she was taking a little time off, and came back to my table to talk to me.

 

I explained the situation as best I could and showed her the photos of Carol.  I could tell she was surprised by the photos, and when I asked her if she had not seen her daughter’s black eye yesterday, she told me Carol had told her she had gotten into a fight in school.  I asked how she had gotten her own black eye and she blushed and finally told me her husband was drunk last night and had hit her.  I then told Carol’s mother that we had two choices, one was that I go to the police with the information I had and they would remove Carol from her home and place her in foster care until after the trial of both her and her husband for child abuse.  I could see she did not like this choice, so I continued with choice number two.   I told her she could sign custody of Carol over to me and I would find her a suitable home, and no charges would be brought against her or her husband.  That she would be able to have supervised visits with Carol, arranged thru me. 

 

She was crying by then and I could see she liked neither choice, so I told her that if she made no choice, I would be forced to go with the first one and take the evidence to the police when I left the diner.  This seemed to shake her up enough to make a quick decision to go with the latter choice and sign the custody papers.  So I took her to another friend of mine who owned a car lot and was a notary so she could sign the papers and they could get notarized.  When we got to the car lot I explained to my friend that I need him to notarize a signature on a legal document and he agreed to do it for the nominal notary fee.  I showed Carol’s mom where to sign, and signed my signature in the proper place, my friend looked at both of our IDs and then stamped and signed the documents, then made copies for his file, Carol’s mother and me, then handed me the original document that I need to file with the County Clerk. 

 

Carol’s mother went with me to the County Clerk’s office where I filed the papers, she and I both had to sign some documents there.  With that behind us we went to the school and picked up Carol.  When we explained what was going on to Carol, I could tell she loved her mother and did not want to leave her.  So I explained about the visits that were allowed, and this seemed to ease her mind.  So we drove to the their hotel apartment to pick up Carol’s things and her mother went with us so we would not have any trouble with her stepfather.

 

It was not a pleasant meeting and at first the stepfather refused to allow us to remove or take Carol out of the house.  But after waving the legal document in his face and telling him I would call the police to enforce the document and have him arrested, he yielded and allowed Carol to remove her meager belongings.  After they were loaded into my car I gave her mother my address and phone number, she kissed Carol goodbye and we left her and her husband standing on the curb.

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

To say I was unprepared to be a parent would be a gross understatement.  Although I did own a small two-bedroom home, the second bedroom was not furnished for guests; I had turned it into a small home office.  I did have a daybed in there but nowhere to put clothes except in the small closet.  Well this is just supposed to be temporary I told myself as soon as I can find her a suitable home she will be leaving.  I showed Carol where to hang her clothes and cleaned out a drawer in my dresser for her few pieces of underwear and socks.

 

I showed her how to work the small TV in her room and how to turn on the computer on the desk.  That is when I notice the tears welling up in her eyes.  All I could do was open my arms and she ran into them and buried her face into my shoulder, letting the tears flow.  I stroked her hair and let her know everything would be all right, as I held her tightly to me.  That was when I first noticed it, the stirring in my loins, god I was getting a hard on for this child.  I had never thought of teens as a sexual outlet before, oh sure I had seen teen pictures on the computer, and I admit they were sexy.  But I had always preferred older women.  How long we stood there like that I do not know, I don’t know if Carol noticed my erection or not, but I stood still careful not to press my hips forward.

 

Then she looked up at me hugged me and thanked me for all I was doing for her and gave me a quick peck on my cheek.  Then she turned away and started putting her things away and I just stood there, shocked at my reaction to her, and ashamed of them at the same time.  And I stood there watching her bend over and remove things from the shopping bags her belongings were in, and for the first time I noticed how tight her jeans were on her beautiful young ass.  How they seemed to cling like a second skin, even when she straighten up and walked to the closet, the jeans looked like they were painted on her.  I suddenly came to my senses and turned and left the room, telling her I had something else I need to do and to call me if she needed anything.

 

I called and ordered us a pizza for dinner that night and we ate in the living room while watching TV.  When we finished the pizza she asked where the towels were as she wanted to take a shower.  I showed her where all the linens were stored and she took some clothes in the bathroom with her, I heard the shower start up and sat there imagining what she looked like naked.  I was hard all over again and tried to shake the images out of my head before she came back out.

 

 

When Carol came out of the bathroom she was wearing a large tee shirt that was white and I could tell she had not dried off real well as the shirt became almost transparent and her well shaped breast and nipples came into view as if she were wearing nothing at all.  Then she bent over and I spotted her well-worn white panties that looked two sizes too small for her.  Her damp hair hung down to her shoulders in a well-combed look, which made her look older than her 15 years.

 

I tried my best not to stare at her but I did notice bruises on her legs, which looked like she had been beaten with a belt.  I had to ask her about them, and when I did, I saw the pained look on her face as she remembered what had happened to her.  She finally told me that her stepfather had wanted her to touch him and even perform oral sex on him and when she refused he beat her.  That he was all the time trying to feel her up when her mother was at work, and when she was alone with him she tried to stay locked in her bedroom.  Just the thought of that drunken bastard trying to molest her made me shake with rage, but as I calmed down I asked myself was I any better, I wanted her for myself.  Did that make me a child molester too?  Did Carol think I would put the moves on her, that I saved her from her stepfather only to molest her myself?

 

 

I got up and turned the TV off and told her it was time for bed and started walking toward my bedroom.  She ran and caught me and gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek and ran to her bedroom, I heard the lock click.  I went to bed with mixed thoughts and feelings that night and slept very little.  In the morning I got up and showered, shaved and got dressed, I made breakfast before I knocked on Carol’s door and told her it was time to get up.

 

She came into the kitchen, still in her oversized tee shirt hair messed up from sleep stretching and yawning.  She sat at the table and I served her pancakes and sausages and a glass of milk.  I had toast and coffee, and read the paper while she ate.  She got up and went back to the bedroom to get dressed for school again I heard the door lock.  When she came out she was dressed in a clean outfit that looked exactly like what she had on yesterday and I made myself a note to take her shopping tomorrow since it was Saturday and buy her some new clothes.  I told Carol that if her stepfather showed up at school or on her way to my store to run and get to a safe place and call me.  She said she would, and I took her to school and went to work.

 

 

After school she came to my store and I put her in my office to do her homework and wait for me until time for me to get off.  When my shift was over, I went back to get her and we drove out to the diner where her mother worked for dinner.  Her mother was there, although it was hard to recognize her, as she had been beaten badly and had cuts and bruises all over her face.  She ran over and hugged her daughter and they both cried, I knew without asking what had happen to her.  Her husband had been very mad about my taking Carol and his wife’s role in it and had taken it out on her after we had left.  I got up and motioned Carol’s mother over so Carol could not hear us, and told her when she got tired of being her husband’s punching bag to come to my house she was welcome and would be safe there.  She said what I knew she would, that she was ok and thanked me for the offer, and I doubted I would ever see her take me up on my offer.  But all I could do was try, some women will put up with the beating forever, I will never know why.

 

When we got back to my house it was almost a carbon copy of the night before, the shower, watching TV, the hug and kiss good night and the locking of her bedroom door.

Again I did not sleep well as I now had her mother’s problem on my mind, but unlike Carol I could not force her mother to leave the bastard and take my help.  So I spent a night pondering the situation.

 

The next morning I got up and performed my routine in the bathroom, but this time I noticed a trace of blood in the shower.  So I looked in the laundry hamper and sure enough there were bloodstains on Carol’s underwear.  She was having her period and dumb me had no feminine napkins or anything there for her, and I guess she was too embarrassed to ask me for something.  Before waking Carol I ran out to the near by 7-11 and bought sever different kinds and styles and put them in easy sight on the bathroom counter.

 

I fixed a light breakfast of fresh fruit and toast, then knocked on her door and told her breakfast was ready.  As I guessed she got up and ran for the bathroom, locked the door and I heard her cry of surprise.  She left the bathroom and went back to her room and got dressed, before coming to the table for breakfast.  By that time I was drinking my coffee and reading the paper, and she swept the paper from in front of my face hugged and kissed my cheek and thanked me for the feminine napkins.  I told her she was welcome, but she should have told me she need them as I was but a man and did not keep things like that around.  She laughed and told me she would from now on and sat down and ate her breakfast.

 

 

After breakfast I told her we were going shopping and she ran out to the car.  We drove to the mall and she followed me thru the mazes of stores until I got to the one I wanted.  She stopped outside the store and I had to go back and take her hand and lead her into the woman’s fashion store.  She tried to pull away several times and I stopped and told her I wanted to buy my girl some new clothes, and that she was to get whatever she wanted, including some new underwear that fit her.  She threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek and cried as she tried to thank me, but I would have none of that and pulled her arms off of me and sent her looking thru the clothes.

 

Now I have always felt out of place in a women’s fashion store, even when I tried to buy my mother a sweater, but I told the sales girl to help Carol out and sat down and waited.  I must admit I enjoyed this trip to the store as every time Carol tied on a outfit she ran over to see if I like it, and of course I did as she and the sales girl had very good taste.  And the new clothes made Carol even more beautiful than she all ready was, as her bruises were fading her eyes were bright and she smiled a lot now, something she never did before.

 

After several hours and many hundreds of dollars we left the store and packed the car with the many packages.  I then took her hand and we returned to the mall to get her some new shoes as hers were very worn and she only had one pair.  After the shoe store we went to a furniture store and picked out a bedroom set that was to be delivered that afternoon.  We finally went out to lunch and then returned home so Carol could put up her new clothing and I could clean out the room to make room for the new furniture when it arrived.

 

After she had her bedroom set up the way she wanted, she surprised me by insisting on cooking me dinner.  She surprised me with her cooking skills and we had a wonderful dinner.  She went and took a shower after the dishes were cleaned, but I did not hear the lock on the door click.  She came out in a new oversized tee shirt but instead of sitting down in the chair she sat next to me on the couch to watch TV.  She asked me if she could watch a movie and I told her ok, so she browsed thru my collection and pick a Halloween movie from my collection.  As the movie got to the scary parts she slid real close to me on the couch and squeezed my hand.  When a murder took place sometimes she would hide her face in my chest.  At the end of the movie I turned the TV off and told her it was time for bed.  Again she chased me down hugged and kissed my cheek and told me thank you for all the things I bought her, I told her that nothing was too good for my girl and she squealed and hugged me harder and gave me another kiss, before going to her room, I did not hear the lock click.

 

As days and weeks past, we grew closer, she took to helping me keep the house clean without me asking her to, so I started giving her a weekly allowance to spend as she wanted.  We had dinner at least once a week at the diner where her mom worked, and while her mom still had bruises they did not seem as bad.  Things were going great, too good to last, as on a Friday after school, her stepfather followed her almost to my store.  She did a dumb thing and took a short cut thru an alley and that is where he caught her.  He was drunk as usual and pushed her up against a wall, groped her and was fumbling with his zipper when she kneed him in the groin and ran away.  When she ran into the store I could tell something bad had happened.

 

She ran straight back to my office, and I ran back after her.  When I got in there I could see the red marks on her face where he had slapped her, she was crying and her clothes were torn in places.  I took her in my arms and calmed her down enough for her to tell me what had happened.  He had pushed her up against the wall of the alley and slapped her to keep her quiet, and told her he wanted to have sex with her, that if she had given him some pussy that maybe he would have bought her some new clothes.  But no she thought she was too good for him.  He was groping her and tearing her clothes and when he went for his zipper she had kneed him in the balls and ran away. 

 

 

This put me into a blind rage; I sat her in the desk chair and told her to stay there until I got back.  She begged me not to go out after him, but I ignored her and went anyway.  I found him still in the alley drunk and half conscious still holding his balls.  I do not know where I got it but suddenly there was an old piece of lumber in my hands and I was swinging it beating him in the head and body with it.  When I finally came to my senses he was a mass of blood and laying still, I tossed the lumber to the side and leaned down to check his breathing, I thought I had killed him.  He was still breathing but it was shallow and labored, so I left and called the police from a pay phone on my way back to the store.

 

When I got back I went directly to my office, Carol was still sitting where I told her to and she looked at me, my clothes had spatters of blood on them.  I told her I was all right and grabbed my spare clothes from the locker, went to the men’s room and cleaned up and changed into the clean clothes.  I went back to the office and explained to Carol what I had done and told her she must never tell anyone.  I took my girl home and put her to bed after she showered and changed into her tee shirt.  I myself took a long hot shower and went to bed also, as I was emotionally drained.

 

 

It was that night while I was in a restless sleep I suddenly woke up to see Carol standing beside my bed crying.  I got up and held her in my arms and asked her what was wrong, she told me she had a nightmare about him and was afraid to go back to sleep.  I sat down on the side of me bed and she sat next to me, I put my arm around her and tried to calm her down.  It was no use; she was trembling and would not calm down enough to go back to bed.  It was then she asked if she could sleep with me tonight, being somewhat shook up myself I agreed not thinking of weather it was proper or not.

 

 

She got into my bed and I rolled over on my back so she could lay her head on my shoulder, with my arm around her, she finally went off to sleep, and I guess I did too.  Sometime during the night she must have rolled over and I must have to, because when I woke up she was laying on her side facing away from me and I was spooning her, my arm around her, my face in her hair, my hand covering her breast and my groin tight against her ass.  My hard on was pressed tightly against her ass crack as her tee shirt must have worked it way up above her waist and my hand was trapped by her hand holding me to her breast, I was afraid to move, what if she woke up and found me like this? 

 

I tried to move my hand but all I accomplished was to kneed her breast and make her press her ass back against me.  My heart was pounding like a runaway train, all my blood seemed to have drained from my head to lower parts of my body, making it hard to think.  I tried to relax and just lay there think about other things, which was almost impossible.  So I just stayed as still as I could, and after a while I felt Carol stir and release my hand.  I quickly removed it and rolled over so I had my back to her.  I felt her get up to go to the bathroom, it was then I jumped up and quickly put on a robe and headed for the kitchen.

 

  I made coffee and started toasting bread, for breakfast, when Carol came in I had my back to her and was working the toaster.  She quietly moved up behind me and put her arms around my waist and hugged me.  I was jumped at her touch, as I did not expect it, and quickly turned to face her.  She was still dressed in her night shirt and put her arms around my neck for a hug, then she kissed me, but not our usual peck on the cheek but she kissed me hard on the lips, then drew her head back and looked into my eyes.

 

 

I just stood there like an idiot, my emotions swinging, and I did not know what to do.  On one hand I did not want her to think I was like her stepfather, but on the other hand I did want her.  I think she saw the confused look on my face and she just smiled and sat down at the table.  I put the plate of toast down and got her a glass of milk, then sat down to read the morning paper.  She asked me how I slept last night and a cold streak of fear ran thru my body, did she know?  I calmed down enough to tell her just fine my eyes never leaving the paper, although I could not read it by then. 

 

After the toast was gone I excused myself and told her I was going to take my shower now as she had run to the bathroom first.  I got up and got some clean clothes and headed for the bathroom.  In my state a cold shower would have been more in order but I decided on my usual hot one.  As I began to soap up my body I felt a draft and turned to see Carol enter the shower behind me.  I almost had a heart attack, and dropped the soap, before I got my voice back enough to ask her what she was doing. 

 

She closed the distance between us and pressed her naked body to my back reaching around to hug my waist again.  Let me tell you this was a shock, but again I asked her what she thought she was doing, and she told me she wanted me, grinding her body against mine.  I tried to tell her that this was wrong, when I felt her hand grasp my now erect cock.  Well you know where the blood went and also the thought process, and I turned around to face her, she never let go of my hard cock.  I looked down at this beautiful naked girl with her hand stroking my cock, and all I could say is we shouldn’t.

 

She smiled up at me and said she could see I wanted her too, which was kind of evident.  I put my arms around her and pulled her tightly to my body, God I wanted her, but I knew it was wrong.  I broke the embrace and turned off the shower, stepped out and helped her out of the shower.  I grabbed a towel and handed it to her and started drying off with mine, no words passed between us as we each dried ourselves. 

 

Carol wrapped the towel around herself and headed out the bathroom door and I kind of followed.  Then I noticed she did not go into her bedroom to get dressed as I had thought she would be went into my bedroom.  When I went into the bedroom I found her sitting on the side of the bed, towel on the floor, naked and waiting for me.  I left my towel around myself and walked over and sat down beside her, it was time we had a talk. 

 

I told Carol that while I was flattered that she thought she wanted me, I was old enough to be her father.  And while I did admit she aroused me, I was not like her stepfather and could not take advantage of her.  She kind of half turned to face me, not bothering to try to hide her beautiful B cup breasts with nipples sticking out like pencil erasers, and smiled at me.  She then told me she knew I was not like her stepfather as I had never said anything out of the way to her and never tried to touch her in anyway.  She told me she had come out of the bathroom that first night knowing her breast were showing thru her tee shirt to see what I would do.  She said all I had ever been to her was kind and asked nothing in return, and that she had fallen in love with me, and she hoped I loved her too.

 

 

She sat there looking up at me with tears starting to form in her eyes waiting for an answer from me.  It was then I realized that I had fallen in love with my girl and there was no deigning it, so I smiled at her and told her I loved her too, as tears of joy broke loose from her eyes.  I pulled her to me and tried to kiss away each tear.  I had admitted my emotional love to her and now it was time to also admit my physical love for he also.  I stood up and removed the towel from around my waist, her eyes never left my erection, as again I sat down beside her,

 

 

I pulled her to me and kissed her lips with a tenderness I never knew I had, then when she responded to my kiss it turned into a passionate kiss, hard and demanding.  I felt her quiver and surrender herself to me, as I eased her back onto the bed.  As I lay beside her kissing her my hands finally wondered to her firm young breasts, her nipples like hard pebbles as I massaged them and she moaned into my mouth.  My lips started to travel also down her neck to the valley of her breasts, then up each peak until I claimed the prize at the top of each breast, her sweet hard nipples.  I licked and sucked and nibbled each one as if it were my last meal on earth and Carol squirmed and moaned, shaking her head from side to side.

 

 

My right hand had traveled to new territory, and found wetness between her legs.  As my fingers parted the slightly fuzzy lips of her wet pussy, Carol thrust her hips up to meet my hand.  I teased her wet pussy as my kisses traveled down her stomach to her lovely belly button.  My fingers found her clit, and her body jerked like she had been shocked by an electrical charge, her hip rising into the air trying not to loose contact with my fingers.  And still I kissed lower, stopping at the top of her mound of light fuzz and kissed around her pussy to the fleshy part of each of her thighs. 

 

 

Then I got my first close up look at her beautiful pussy, covered with a soft downy fur, leaking the nectar of the gods.  I could wait no longer as I spread the lips and gazed into heaven, my tongue traveling where my fingers had already been.   With her legs on my shoulders trying to squeeze my head I tongued her sweet pussy from her ass hole to her clit lapping up her sweet nectar.  Then my tongue found her erect clit, I licked and sucked and nibbled her clit much like I had done her nipples, and I felt her shudder in her first orgasm from a man, and lowered my mouth to catch it all.  She flooded my mouth with her cum and I drank down every drop, sucking her love tunnel for more.  It was then I plunged my tongue deep into her very being and found to my surprise her virginity was intact.  I tongue fucked her sweet pussy bring her to another orgasm before releasing her from my mouth.

 

I removed her legs from around my neck, and they limply dropped on the bed.  I moved up on the bed hovering over her looking at her smiling face, I dropped down to kiss her lips letting her taste her juices on my lips.  My hard cock was trapped between our bodies and I felt her hand trying to find it.  I raised my body slightly to give her access and she grabbed my cock and tried to move it into position at her love tunnel.  I looked down at her and asked if she was sure and she smiled up and me and whispered make love to me now please.  

 

 

How could I refuse, as she positioned my cock at the entrance to her hot wet pussy, I started applying gentle pressure.  Soon I felt the head slip in to her moist tight cavern, she grave a little grunt at the entrance of the head of my cock, so I waited until she got used to the feel before continuing to add pressure.  Now I am not what you would call too well endowed but my six inches must have felt like a telephone pole trying to enter her untouched sex.  After a few minutes I started applying pressure again and even though she was well lubricated it was still slow going, as I resisted the urge to just plunge ahead and bury my cock into her virgin pussy.

 

After getting about two inches in I felt the barrier that kept her from being a woman, and I eased back a little and started slow in and out motions, letting her feel the act of making love and getting her better lubricated.  After a minute or two of this I pulled almost all the way out of her and plunged in tearing away her innocents, and planting my cock all the way into her tight pussy.  She let out a sharp cry and tears formed in her eyes, but I stayed still and kissed away her tears letting her know it was over, she was now my woman.  I could feel her pussy tighten an let go of my cock, and after a while I started gently pulling back and pushing back in. 

 

 

Soon I could tell by the way she was thrusting her hips up to me my downward motions that the pain must have subsided.  I started pounding her pussy like there was no tomorrow and she met me thrust for thrust.  I know she had several orgasms as I felt her spasm around my cock, and it was not long before I was pumping rope after rope of my hot cum into her newly opened pussy.  I called out her name as I planted the last of my seed into her, and collapsed upon her in an exhausted heap.

 

 

I knew I loved Carol and now she was mine, I was so happy that she loved me too.  I rolled off of her and pulled her into my arms cuddling her and kissing her and telling her how much I loved her.  We fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.  The next morning I awoke to the wonderful sensation of having my cock sucked by my beautiful girl.  After she swallow about a gallon of my cum, I pulled her up and returned the favor bring her to several orgasms.  Then we got up and showered together, slowly washing each other’s body and play and teasing the sensitive parts.  We dried off and went to the kitchen ate breakfast naked and returned to bed.  God we made love all day, slowly enjoying each other.  We got up and got dressed and went out to dinner, came back home and made love again.  Sleeping soundly in each other’s arms again. 

 

 

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

adio and headed that way, past all the candles, their light bouncing off her and causing her shadow to dance across the walls. As she entered she could see a chocolate fountain in the middle of the table with bowls of strawberries surrounding it. She felt him embrace me from behind and turned her head to kiss him. His tongue danced and explored her mouth and she could already feel the dampness between her legs. Before she knew it, he had her robe off and was kissing down her neck. He picked her up and sat her on the table, next to the fountain. Then as he returned to the kissing, he ran an ice cold strawberry across her skin. She gasped at its touch and closed her eyes, leaning back slightly. By now he was kissing down her stomach, running the strawberry over her breasts which began to tingle at its touch. Her nipples were hard and she could feel her juices begin to run down her thighs. He lifted her off the table for a second, turning her round running the strawberry across her back. She arched her back against the cold, gasping slightly as it slid further and further down. As he continued to explore her body with his mouth, she sat herself back on the table and spread her legs so he could kneel between them. He kissed up her calves and thighs before gently running his fingers across her now moisten kitten, barely touching them but just enough so she could feel it, which drove her crazy and she arched her back in response. She looked down at him and he sucked on the strawberry seductively before taking it all in his mouth and swallowing. She felt his mouth kiss her sopping spot and she bucked at him, dying to escape the table and go to the bed. He slipped his fingers under the elastic at the top, sliding them down her long smooth legs, then he softly told her to close her eyes and she did as she was told. He kissed her pussy lips softly and parted them with his hands. She gasped out as she felt a shock of cold in her warm pussy and she bucked against it. He held the strawberry in firmly though causing her to scream as his tongue began to flick against her hard clit. Her breathing got faster as his tongue caressed and his mouth sucked, she could feel my orgasm growing in her stomach and she bucked her hips towards him, grasping his head and pushing it towards her pussy even more. He took out the strawberry from her pussy and reached up to put it in her mouth. It tasted sweet and was covered in her juices as she sucked on it then swallowed it, the cold flowing through her body. When she had finished eating it he returned to licking her clit and then she felt two of his fingers enter her pussy and slowly he begin to finger her. Her breathing quickened again and her muscles tightened. She screamed out as waves of pleasured soared through her body like nothing she had ever felt before. He continued to finger her harder and didn't stop sucking on her clit until the last waves hit her. He stood up and kissed her, his mouth tasting of her pussy more than ever. Now it was her turn to return the favor. She pulled off his shirt and kissed down his chest teasing his nipples with her tongue as she went. Finally she was on her knees and in front of a huge bulge in his pants. She kissed it through the material, feeling it twitch, as she undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. He kicked them under the table, and then she dropped his boxers as well. She began to kiss her way up his legs, running her hands lightly across them and behind his knees. He trembled slightly but then regained his balance as she continued upwards. She took his balls in her hand as she kissed and sucked them gently. She kissed and licked the base of his shaft and then ran her tongue over the tip of his rock hard cock. She took the head of his cock in her mouth, rolling her tongue over it. She heard him moan above her and felt him run his hand through her hair. With that she began to take him into her mouth an inch at a time until all of his hard 8 inches were in her mouth. She sucked gently every time she pulled away, slowly just to tease him. But as she began to get faster she sucked harder and before long he was moving his hips in time with her. Her left hand massaged his balls as her right rubbed his cock along with her mouth. She could feel he was close as his balls began to tighten, then as she pulled his cock out of her mouth, still messaging it with her hand his cock began to spasm and jets of his hot cum sprayed all over her breast. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her passionately. She could still taste her juices in his mouth and realized that once again her juices were running down her legs as his hand slid between them. “Round two, he says with that devilish look and she softly replied, let’s go!” As they made their way to the bed his hands start roaming her naked body a bit as the desire to explore her took over his mind. She drops her hands and reaches back with one arm and put it gently on his bottom to pull his hardness even closer to her body. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands and then one hand slowly begins to roam down her body to her stomach while the other hand hovers over her breast. He took her nipple between his fingers and rubbed it to complete erection. His other hand, still roaming, finds its way to explore her kitten, just brushing his hand lightly over the hair there. His fingers begin to explore, looking for warmth and wetness.  She softly sighs in pleasure and arches her back so that her bottom presses hard against his cock. He dipped his fingers into her wet pussy and pulled them out to wet her clit. He rubs her clit while still playing with her erect nipple and kissing her neck a little harder now, sucking gently. She can no longer control the urge to kiss him full on the mouth and she turn around and press her body up against his, feeling him against her, hard and hot. She looking right into his eyes to explore his emotion and then she touch his chin lightly with her hand while pressing her sweet lips to his. As the kiss becomes more passionate, her hand moved around to the back of his neck cradling his head gently. He took her into a full embrace and pulled her body close so that he could feel her warm, soft erect nipples on his chest. They kiss passionately for a few moments and then she broke their kiss and begins to kneel in front of him, lowering my body to the floor while dragging her nails gently down his chest. As she reach her knees, she took hold of his hard cock and gently squeeze it forward to milk out a glistening pearl of lust. She looks up into his eyes and parts her lips slightly, and she took the silky smooth tip of his cock and starts at the corner of her mouth and applies the drop of lust to her lips. First the top lip, nice and slowly, all the way around, and then her bottom lip. Watching this he got a little crazy and tilted his head back as a sigh escapes uncontrollably from his lungs. While his eyes were closed, she reaches around behind him with her other hand and put it to his bottom. He looks down just in time to watch her begin working her mouth slowly over his cockhead. Her lips are all wet and glistening. Very slowly, she glided him into her mouth, pursing her lips so it’s nice and tight going in. She glides him in more and more, swirling her tongue on the bottom side of his cock. She could hear him breathing; it was getting faster as her tongue worked all over, swirling and darting. She pulled her lips toward his cockhead again; sucking gently, and then she begin to rhythmically move him in and out of her mouth by pulling on his bottom and then backing her mouth away, in and out. He looked down to see his nice hard cock disappearing and reappearing. It drove him crazy! She loved having him in her mouth and seeing the pleasure in his face from her every move.
She worked her lips, hands and tongue over his cock and looks up into his eyes while he was buried deep inside her mouth. She watched his eyes as he saw his wet glistening cock slide in and out of her hungry mouth. As she slowly drew his cock out of her mouth, with her hands she milk precum to the opening. He felt a tingling in his balls and he couldn’t take it much longer. He wanted to cum so bad but he didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted to make love to her; he wanted to show her how much he loved her. So he gently pulled her up and away from his cock. Bringing her up to his mouth, his breathing was almost uncontrolled. He looked her in the eye and she could see the sweetest combination of lust and love in his eyes. She could see how much he wanted to fuck her like crazy and yet make sweet love to her at the very same time. He was wild with passion and she was overwhelmed by his soft touch. He pulled her ever so close and she felt his hard hot cock against her body. It was still wet from her mouth. He kissed her and walked her backwards towards the bed. Gently he lie her down on the bed and step between her legs. He reclined her slowly and he looked at her, his eyes begin at her eyes and then roam all the way down her body slowly. He licked his lips and smile. He lowered his body over hers and kissed her very lovingly on the mouth at first. She felt his cock pressing just at the opening of her pussy. She wanted him inside her; and she spread her legs a bit more to welcome him inside. Feeling this, he heated up the kiss, his tongue darting in and out and all about with hers. He heard her moan with his tongue in her mouth and he knew that she want him inside her! He broke their kiss and without reaching down, he gently started his cock at the opening of her pussy. One last look into her eyes and he glided his cock in. It is so hot and wet there that he closed his eyes and bury it deeper and deeper into her. He could hear her breathing heavier. When he reached her depths with his cock, he could hear her take in a quick, deep breath and he felt her arch her head back to expose her neck and force her breasts up towards him. He began slipping his hard cock in and out of her and kissing her on the breasts as he held himself up slightly off my body. He looked at her face and he saw that look in her eyes that told him she wanted him to kiss her. He didn’t hesitate to accommodate her desire to be kissed because he knew it would make her pussy get even wetter and hotter and he wanted to feel her grinding her hips against him. As he continued sliding his cock in and out of her wet pussy, he kept his tongue buried in her mouth. He knew that made her crazy and she opened her legs wide so he could bury himself deeper and deeper into her. He felt his balls gently banging against her bottom now with each inward stroke. Her mind was whirling with passion as she felt his cock gliding in and out, in and out, and his tongue doing the same to her mouth! He rose up on one hand as much as he could without losing contact with either her mouth or dripping wet pussy. He reached his hand down to the tight space between their bodies and he began to rub her clit as he was fucking and kissing her. He could tell by her breathing and moaning in his mouth that she was about to cum all over his hard cock. He kept rubbing and kissing and fucking her until she felt her body starting to flush with pleasure! Then she felt it, a warmth taking over her whole body. He recognized the sound of her short spasmodic breaths and he sped up. Pulling away from her lips and looking her in the eyes, his cock in and out of her faster and faster now while rubbing her clit faster and faster. Her head tilted back and she was gasping in short uncontrolled breaths and he knew that he had her right where he wanted her! He just keep fucking and fingering until her whole body felt like it was about to explode. She started to whimper little moans rhythmically with each inward thrust of his cock. He knew she was seconds away from cumming all over his throbbing cock! He felt a tightening in his balls. He heard one last gasp from her and suddenly he felt her pussy spasming all over his hard cock. He began to push into her deeper and deeper with each stroke as his balls began to churn and he felt like all control was lost. She started to cum, having spread her legs even wider to let his cock have its way with her deepest recesses where she wanted him to bury his cum, looking into her eyes he told her, “Oh baby, you feel so good! You’re going to make me cum!” Her pussy still rhythmically clenching around his throbbing cock and then she felt it starting to pulsate as he sent his warm cum deep inside her. He kept fucking her until he had no more and he dropped slowly on top of her. They laid in each others arms with him on top of her and she stroked his back gently with her hand. His skin feels like warm silk and she feel warm inside and out. After a few moments, he noticed that she was holding her breath from his weight on her chest and he rolled just to the side a bit, still on top of her. He didn’t want to leave her, he wanted to stay as close to her as he could. His cock was softer now but he was still inside her. He looked her in the eye and told her that he loved her as he kissed her lips ever so sweetly. She returned his kiss; he smiled happily and rolled over onto his back with a very relaxed sigh escaping his lungs. She turned to him and gently cradled her leg over his body. She put her arm over his chest and laid her head down to hear his heartbeat. He tightened his arm around her and she squeeze gently with her arm and leg to hug him. She feel the heat of his body against hers, She heard his heartbeat, as she listen, their breathing became slower and slower, each breath getting deeper and deeper until they fell asleep in each others arms. At about 1 am she woke up and stared at the man who took her through a whirlwind weekend and confessed he had falling in love with her but at this point in her life she had realized that she could not be with him she was not ready so quickly to love another man or was she? She had a choice to stay with this man who looked innocent as he slept before her eyes and who had made her feel like a woman again or was she to leave before he awoke. Her heart told her to stay but her head told her to go. What would be her choice?                                          TO BE CONTINUED…..

 

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y mouther came in and told me that I was takeing to long and she started to dry me off, When My "bird' started to get hard. "ooh..." Was all I could manage, As he eyes got wide and her jaw dropped, " Are you all right?" she asked still holding my cock. I told her about the itching, and how it got stiffand the itch would get worse when I would try to rub it. She giggeld and said not to think about it, that dad would talk to me when he came home.

 However, all I could do was think about it. I lied awake in bed that night as my sister lay sound asleep next to me. The itch in my "bird" became unbareable. I reached in to my Night shorts and started to rub. Of corse the itch just got worse, but I was not going to let it get the best of me, I rubed and pulld and tighted my grip, when all of a sudden my whole body started to tingel, My breath was geting shorter then it happend, my cock exploaded, I shot cum all over. I was Embarrssed and frightend by what happend.

The next mouring when Mom came to pick us up i tried to hide the stane on  the frount of my shorts the best I could, My Mom asked if we had a good Night i mumbled yes and looked out the window. my sister then Said "he had a bad dream and he wet the bed last night." My mom fussed me saying that I knew that I sould allway use the bathroom before bed. After the car ride i went inside and changed my clouthes, i looked down at my limp "bird" fearing that I broke it and vowed that I would never touch it that way agien...

.....Untill about a week later, I had switched from boxers to brifes to sleep in at night, so as not to be tempted to rud the Itch. it was working to but my mom had not done the laundry in a few days and all that was clean were the night shorts that I wore the night of the "event" as I called it. that night as I lied in bed the itch came back. I tossed and turned to know use I needed to rub it. "No!" I thought I can stop so I rolled on my belly, Thats when I started to hump the bed. As I humped I could feel the itch start to grow. I forced my self out of bed, my sowllen cock bobbing in front of me. As I tried to regain my composure I decided to go wath TV with my Mom.

She was watching some movie, that she had rented that i really did not care to see, but she seemed glad to have my company. I could only half get into the movie my thoughts still on the lingering itch, when out of no were a sex sceen started on the Movie. it was to much for Me to take, I garbed my "bird" and started to rub like never before, It did not take long for my Mom to notice, "stop!" She cried, but it was to late I had allready started to shoot my load. " Are you ok?" she asked, as i lay there coverd in cum dick limping in my hand. " stay there I will go get you wash rag." She came back to help me clean up. She Then told me about masturbation, and that it was ok but that you do it in Privite, and nver around my sister. i asked if she did it and, she said that she did. I then asked how becuse she did not have a "bird". She told me that she had toys to use. I asked if I could get some toys too, she smiled and said she would get me some magazines.

After that day a would stroke it at least once a day, but i got  a little creative too, lets just say that my sisters Big stuffed bare and I became good friends.

My mom and I never really talked about it much after that, but we were never shy about it, sometimes we would catch one anouther comeing out of the badroom our bathroom and simle knowing what the outher person had done.

t;You'd probably like that wouldn't you?"  Danny hesitated a second only to answer her question by his reaction.  "You know it baby," he laughed.

Well, as things would have it Regina moved up the seniority pole fastly by becoming a supervisor.  She was placed in a different area from Danny and he didn't get to see her that often.  After about three months Danny was working in the area right next to the machines Regina was supervising.  Danny noticed her talking with another supervisor at about thirty yards in front of him.  She moved a bit and her top portion was covered up by the machine she was leaning against.  From the waist down was all Danny could see.  For the first time he noticed that she had a really prominent looking plump crotch on her.  The definite outlines of her extended mound was plain to see.    He then concluded that after three kids this was expected.  Staring at her mid-section in a day dream, Danny didn't realize that he was staring a little too hard and Regina in her intelligence quickly saw where he was looking.  She approached him smiling real big and asked him "Why don't you come work on this machine with me?  I'll make sure you get plenty of work to keep you busy."  He didn't have a chance to answer because Regina was called back to her machine. 

About five or six hours later toward the end of his shift Danny saw Regina walking towards him again.  He couldn't help but take a quick glance down at her puffy pussy poking out, and of course she caught him but held the smile back through her tough discipline.  "I'm gonna need you to go to the other side of the factory Danny and gather five boxes of paper for the printer."   So Danny took off to the far corner of the factory in a little remote area behind a bunch of stacked pallets.  There was an old office there that had now been turned into a storage room.  He entered the room and zig-zagged his way through the borders and wood to the stacked boxes of printer paper.  He heard the door close behind him and turned to see Regina with a shit eating grin before him.  She let her hand graze over her pussy mound to signal what she wanted.

Danny backed himself up into a corner as she sexily swayed towards him.  "Show me how much you want it.  You've been staring at it all day," Regina said in a low but forcefull voice.  Standing before his five foot ten stature Regina looked short at five foot four but made it up with the way she carried herself.  Danny dropped to his knees and Regina swiftly had her female privates right in his face.  "Kiss it all over like a good submissive boy," she sexually teased and grabbed his skull forcing it into her meaty crotch.  Danny pulled at each of her plump pussy lips with his mouth causing her to get excited.  "I want to see you jack that meat while I lower my jeans," Regina growled and then began stripping from the waist down after kicking off her loafers.

After he had his hard dick out and his jeans around his ankles Regina threw him a curve after unbuttoning and unzipping she stopped before lowering her jeans.  "Kiss my feet slave," she ordered at which he promptly got on.  "You always knew I was a dominatrix at heart," she moaned and then added "and I always knew you wanted me to dominate you."  Sucking her toes now with earnest Regina then commanded Danny "Now pull my jeans down but not my panties."  He admired her white cotton lace panties with a sexy looking bulge poking out.  "Now remove my panties and keep jerking off."  He did so to reveal a sandy blond pussy with more brown hair mixed in with the dirty blond pubes.   "Take a good look at my cunt worm, your gonna be up to your ears in it in a second."  Regina then mashed Danny's mouth over her chubby pussy and began rotating her hips in wide circles to his lapping efforts.  "Eat my hot pussy good boy...yeah...just like that."  For twenty minutes or so they kept at it until Regina's dam broke and she flood his mouth and face with her tangy pussy juices, just as Danny shot his load across the factory floor.  Unknown to both of them bull-dyke Lou watched it all off in a corner

young, much less what being sexually submissive meant.  It is only in retrospect that I am able to understand those feelings I remember having.  I have always been blessed with a fine memory.  I do not remember the first steps I took, but I do remember stumbling forwards towards the outstretched arms of my grandparents as they first witnessed my burgeoning mobility. Suffice it to say, I remember in full color detail some of my earliest sexual experiences.

            I was very young when my mother, father, and I moved to a small town in Minnesota.  I remember the first person I met and became friends with.  She was a petite girl 1 year younger than I named Anne Skeem.  Anne and I were introduced to each other my first Sunday in Minnesota at the church my parents had chosen to attend.  I’d heard, and even engaged in and been the target of, teasing remarks saying “so and so has a crush on so and so,” or the old classic “sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”  However I had never experienced a crush until I met Anne.  Starting at that moment I had a crush on Anne that lasted for years and years and has sustained even to this day, however I would no longer describe it as a crush.  We would play together at each other’s houses, though normally hers.  Like me Anne is an only child.  Her room was in the basement of her house and virtually the entire basement was her playroom.  Also her father was almost never around as his job took him out of town frequently and extendedly.  Her mother, who was normally home, often didn’t bother us one bit while we were playing in the seclusion of the basement, and play we did.

            I remember the first time Anne invited me into the bathroom with her when she had to urinate.  We were talking and instead of breaking off the conversation she invited me into the room with her.  I watched as she pulled down her pants and panties with cartoons on them, exposing all of her young self bellow her waist to me.  I watched as she sat down on the toilette and relieved then wiped herself.  I remember asking why she had to wipe even though she had only peed and she showed me how her urine could drip onto her vagina and get wet marks in her panties.  She asked “don’t you have to wipe when you pee?” She knew I didn’t, and I knew she knew.  She wanted me to pull down my pants and let her watch me pee.  I obliged, and demonstrated to her how I just shake the remaining drips of pee off the end of my penis.  We knew what we were doing was wrong though we didn’t know why.  Boys had the boys room and girls had the girls room and that was how it was supposed to be.  We knew we were different physically but we didn’t know why it mattered, only that the adults told us it mattered.  When we came out of that bathroom we were both blushing quite profusely, though it was not the last time we watched each other use the toilette.

            Another game we often played was a tickle game.  Basically we would just tickle each other until one gave up…I always gave up first.  Not that I couldn’t beat her in the tickle game, I just didn’t want to.  I was bigger than Anne, though I was always a rather scrawny child I was a year older than Anne and I was a boy.  Nonetheless I would always let her win.  We’d roll around on her large sofa and the floor and when we were done she would always sit victoriously on top of me while I lay prone on the ground.  Then she would force me to do things under the threat that she would start tickling me again.  I complied quite willingly but I of course made it seem as though I was afraid of those slender fingers poking my sides.  The things she made me do were mild but as I think back on them I realize just how sexual they were.  She would get her underwear out of her room and force me to wear it over my pants.  One time she even tried putting an old tutu she had on me.  It was a little too small and she struggled for several minutes, sitting on top of me pulling the tutu up to my waist all the while the part between my legs pushing against my penis making me erect.  She gave up and when my erection went down I remember saying to her “too bad you gave up, ‘cause I think they’d fit.”  She resumed her position and continued her efforts and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

            Another time after she had won our latest game of tickle she sat on top of me trying to think of what she wanted me to do this time.  I remember her looking at my face, no, not my face, my mouth.  “I know” she said and she bent over and took off her white cotton sock.  As she did it turned half inside out.  I remember seeing a small black thing on the inside of the sock, a piece of dirt, perhaps even a dead bug, who knew?  All I know is that if it were any other person’s foot that sock had come from I would have been thoroughly disgusted, but this sock came from Anne.  She flicked off the black thing as she moved the sock towards my face.  “Open up” she said, and I did.  She didn’t just place the sock in my mouth, no, she shoved it in as far and as hard and she could.  It tasted of fabric and salt and was still moist from the sweat of her foot.  If it were any other person’s foot that sock came from…but it wasn’t, it was from Anne’s foot, and I loved it.  There were other things she would do. Sometimes she would take the large brown cushions off of the sofa and tell me to lie down on my stomach.  Then she would place the cushions on top of me and sit down on them and placidly watch T.V. while I feigned discomfort and pretended that I couldn’t breathe properly.  The truth was, however, that there was no place I’d have been happier than underneath Anne, feeling her weight press over my whole body through those cushions, particularly how it pressed my pelvis into the floor.  I would adjust my penis so that it was taking a good amount of pressure from her weight and I would get an erection. 

When I entered 4th grade and she 3rd our friendship began to diminish.  I’m not sure if my crush on her made me too shy to be around her anymore but I suppose it’s a possibility.  I started to get new friends and as 3^rdth grade were in two different buildings Anne and I started to drift apart.  When we got to middle school our friendship started picking up again.  We were good friends all through high school and still are, though we don’t see each other much as our respective colleges are a good 7-8 hours away from each other.  Anne still remains the pinnacle of my sexual ambition.  She was the beginning and remains my ultimate fantasy…maybe someday, someday. and 4

            These events helped to shape my whole sexuality.  Though I believe I must have been born submissive to women, Anne was my earliest outlet of that desire and indeed the earliest provocateur of sexual desire within me.  At the age of 13 when I first started masturbating, before my body could even produce semen (I had orgasms but what was released seemed to be nothing more than urine, I remember being surprised when it started turning white and getting sticky) I would always think of Anne.  The reoccurring fantasy was that she had me tied to a bed, on my back and totally naked.  She would then take off her panties and just start rubbing my penis with her hairless vagina.  Anne has always been at the forefront of my sexual desires ever since.  In almost all of my sexual fantasies where I am being submissive towards women Anne is my mistress.  Even my taste in women is strongly influenced by Anne.  I like “tom boys” with petite athletic bodies, small breasts, beautiful smiles, and big round screamingly seductive eyes.  These are characteristics that are obvious in Anne.  I don’t know if all those experiences in my youth with Anne were for the better or worse, but I do know that if enjoying them was wrong, then I was a bad little boy.

 

 

Now

            It was one week before I had to go back to college for what was to be my senior year.  I’d wasted away most of my summer playing video games, diddling around on the guitar, and spending time with the few old friends who remained in my home town.  Among them was my best friend from high school Tom.  Tom is something of a mechanic at an auto dealer where he works with a kid named Jeremy.  Tom is my age where Jeremy is one year younger, we all went to the same school but I never really knew Jeremy.  It was Monday night and Tom asked me if I wanted to come over to help him put a stereo in his car (which consisted of me playing fetch with his dog and talking to him while he did all the work as I know nothing of how it’s done.)  After he finished he asked if I wanted to go bowling with he, Jeremy, and Anne in about a half an hour.  I said that I did and went home to get some socks and money.  I didn’t know what Anne he was talking about until I got back and saw Anne Skeem sitting in the back seat of Jeremy’s jacked up new Chevy diesel.  “I didn’t know you were in town” I said as I made the leap to enter the back seat of the big truck.  “I just got in today, I have a doctors appointment tomorrow at 1:00” Anne replied.  It was nice seeing Anne, I hadn’t seen her probably since last summer.  She looked much the same as I remembered her; slim, small but beautiful breasts, perfectly shaped round ass, a pretty white toothed smile, and eyes that could melt the heart of the coldest man.

            We went bowling and afterwards went to Jeremy’s house to watch a movie.  I drove my car behind Jeremy in his truck as Tom had been drinking a good deal and would need a ride home.  About halfway through the movie Anne mentioned that she could really go for some French fries.  I kept it in mind and after the movie I said “Well I suppose I’ll head out now, you wanna’ come with me Anne?  I’ll stop by McDonalds.”  “Sure” she replied.  I woke up the now passed out Tom and the three of us got in my car and drove to McDonalds.  After getting some food I proceeded to drive my two friends home.  Tom and Anne only lived about 50ft from one another.  I dropped Tom off first and helped him into his house and then drove around the corner to drop off Anne.  I pulled into her driveway and stopped.  “What are you up to now?” she asked.  It was only 1:30am.  “Well I guess I’ll probably go home and play some video games or something, why?”  “I was just thinking” she replied.  “Thinking about what?” I asked.  “I noticed you looking at me all night” Anne said with a hint of seduction in her voice.  When I heard this my heart literally stopped beating.  ‘Was that a come on delivered to me from the girl I lust after more than anyone?’ I wondered to myself.  I had been looking at her all night, staring at her beauty when I didn’t think she would notice.  “Sorry, you’re just too sexy for me to resist” I said; I’m somewhat fond of overly cheesy lines.  I expected her to roll her eyes, smile, and say goodnight.  What she did say threw me for a bit of a loop.  “I know you can’t resist me, and you don’t want to.  Want to come in?  I feel like maybe watching another movie” she said and exited my car and walked into her house before I could even answer her.

            I was a little taken aback and perplexed by her unexpected reaction, I turned off the car and followed her into her house.  The house was devoid of other people; both of her parents were gone for the next few days she had mentioned earlier in the night, I hadn’t thought much of it then.  We went to the basement and she put in a movie.  It was all just how I remembered it from years past, it seemed as though nothing had changed.  It brought back some great memories.  Anne and I sat next to each other on the big brown sofa and her strange response back in the car had faded out of my mind.  About a half an hour into the movie I had managed to move ever so slowly across the sofa so as now I was sitting right next to Anne, our hips touching.  I put my arm back behind the sofa in a juvenile attempt to discreetly put my arm around her.  “Now just what are you trying to do?” she asked in a teasing voice.  “Oh nothing” I said with a sheepish and totally transparent grin.  “Oh I don’t think so buster” she said and poked me in the side right below the ribs (she remembered where I was vulnerable to tickling), I wretched over and started trying to poke her back.  She pushed me onto my back and kneeled over me, her left knee between my legs and ever so slightly pressing against my crotch.  That was enough to make my head spin.  I could feel the blood pumping into my penis and my efforts to hold her poking fingers at bay became meek and insignificant.  In a fit of passion I lost control and grabbed her by the waist, I wanted her and I’d just made a move that was perhaps a little over zealous.  I played it off and a counter to her tickling; I grabbed her more firmly and rolled us both off of the sofa and onto the floor where we resumed our struggling.  As always, I let her win and she sat now victoriously on my abdomen while I begged her to stop tickling me.  

            She straddled me, all of her weight resting on my belly.  She rocked back and forth a little while laughing at my submission to her.  “I noticed this has made you somewhat excited” she said in regards to my very erect penis.  I don’t exactly have a small penis so when it’s erect it’s hard to hide.  “What can I say, you excite me” another cheesy, lame response.  “So you want me to stop tickling you eh?” she asked.  “Yes” I lied “I’ll do anything you want me to” not a lie.  “Well I want to see this thing” she said and grasped my cock firmly through my trousers.  I was caught off guard and gasped in a short breath of air.  She stood “stand up and strip” she said.  I did as I was told.  It didn’t take long, I was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts with no underwear.  I let my clothes fall to the floor and Anne looked at my naked body.  “Now this just won’t do” she said.  “Go into the bathroom, there’s a razor and some shaving cream sitting on the sink, shave off all that stuff on your cock and balls.”  I thought that a strange command but I turned towards the bathroom and did as I was told.  As soon as I came out of the bathroom door I was struck by a cupped hand right in my crotch.  Anne grabbed my balls and squeezed tightly.  The pain struck me and my knees buckled slightly but I was even more surprised by what I saw.  Anne was wearing nothing but a black leather bra and a short black leather skirt that came only about 6 inches down her thighs.  “You’re mine tonight bitch” she said “on your knees” and she squeezed harder.  I’m not sure if I choose to go to my knees or if the pain in my testicles caused my knees to fold, either way I was where she wanted me.

            In her left hand she held a pair of shiny metal handcuffs; she walked behind me and cuffed my hands behind my back.  “Open up” she said and from behind she put a gag into my mouth and fastened the strap behind my head.  The gag stuck about 3 inches into my mount and was shaped like a penis.  Then she pushed my head forward and with my arms restrained behind my back my head hit what was thankfully a shaggily carpeted floor.  With one bare foot she stepped on the back of my head to hold me down.  “And now for the element of control” she said with a devious sounding giggle.  I felt her finger with something very slimy on it press against my rectum.  She was lubing up my ass.  I had never had anything put in my ass so I was a little worried at this point.  I started to say something in protest momentarily forgetting about the penis gag in my mouth so all that came out was a muffled “mfffm hmmmf.”  “You will speak only when I tell you to bitch” Anne said and put a good deal of weight onto the back of my head.  She probably doesn’t weigh very much more than 120lbs but that feels like a lot when it’s on your skull. 

Just then I felt something cold and hard press against my ass.  It felt like metal but I wasn’t sure.  It was big, and she was pressing it hard, but slowly into me.  The widest part of it entered me and it was in.  “This is an electronic butt plug” she said.  “Stand up so I can demonstrate it.”  She removed her foot from my head and I awkwardly stood with my arms still behind my back.  As I stood the walls of my anal passage squeezed onto the bug plug, I felt totally full in a way I cannot adequately describe.  “It has 10 settings; we’ll start with setting 4 and go from there.  This is what you will receive when you disobey me.”  She pressed a button on a small remote she was holding and my world was lit on fire.  I felt painful electricity shoot through my ass and all throughout my genital area and stomach.  I dropped to the floor and writhed in pain.  Even though it hurt it was also stimulating my prostate and my penis became rock hard in no time.

“Had enough bitch?” she mocked me.  I nodded my head frantically up and down and did my best to mumble “yes” through the gag which was now causing me to drool profusely.  She let the device go for a few more seconds.  Then she cranked it up, to what setting she didn’t tell me.  The sensation was so intense I could do nothing.  The muscles in my body flexed.  All of me went rigid and I almost came but she turned off the device with not more than a few seconds to spare.  I lay there in the fetal position at her feet just trying to regain my composure.  I could think clearly enough but my body didn’t want to comply.  When I finally managed to sit up Ann placed a collar around my neck.  With a leash attached to the collar she pulled me up onto my feet. 

“We still need to finish this movie” she said and she walked me over to where we’d been sitting when this all began.  The movie had continued to play all the while.  She positioned herself to sit on the sofa and stood me in front of her, facing her.  She put the leash between her legs and held it behind her back.  She sat down and as she did she sat on the leash and it pulled me down a bit.  “On your knees” she said.  I obliged and knelt before her.  I could now see that there was a small black thong underneath her leather skirt.  “Remove my underwear bitch” she commanded.  “You may use only your mouth.”  She removed my gag and I dove my face between her thighs and began the task of removing her panties.  “For every minute my panties stay on I turn the plug up one notch.”  After a minute of me trying to get a grip on her panties with my teeth (completely soaking her inner thighs with my saliva in the process) she turned the plug onto setting one.  This was not so much pain as a minor discomfort.  It caused a warm feeling in my anus and a tickling sensation throughout my genitals.  Luckily I managed to get her panties off without the plug being turned up any higher.  As soon as I had removed them she yanked on the leash forcing my face right into her pussy.

“Eat me, slowly and smoothly.”  She wrapped the leash around her arm and I could not move my face more than half an inch away from her vagina.  My world was encompassed by her crotch and I sunk my tongue as deeply as I could into her sweet, wet pussy.  For half an hour until the movie was done I sat there on me knees eating Ann.  My knees were throbbing, my back was tired, and my tongue felt like it was going to fall off.  I never even got her to come; she sat there placidly watching the movie the whole time.  Finally she allowed slack into the leash.  I leaned back on my haunches and breathed deep my first breath of fresh air in 30 minutes.  “Hmmmm, well done bitch” she said in a low satisfied voice.  She then replaced the gag in my mouth, there was really no need; my tongue was too tired to talk anyway.  She stood, straightened her skirt and I stood up next to her.  As soon as I’d gained my feet her knee came shooting up into my crotch.  She smashed my balls and I dropped like a sack of potatoes.  She had restrained herself, it was not an incredibly powerful shot.  It was enough to make me feel like I was going to throw up, a feeling not helped by the gag which teased the back of my throat.  “You will stand when I tell you to stand, is that understood?  Now stand up.”  I attempted to stand but my legs had not yet recovered.  I felt a surge of electricity pulse through my ass as she cranked on the plug.  “STAND!” she commanded and turned the plug up another notch.  “STAND BITCH!” and the plug was turned up again.  I finally managed to rise, not incredibly easy with my hands still cuffed behind my back and a pain in my stomach causing me to hunch over.  I stood in front of her, bending a little at the waist.  The plug made my legs feel like jello and my cock was fully erect.  “Stand up straight” she said.  I did, trying to ignore the feelings of pain (and pleasure) coursing through my body.  “Now stay standing straight or this plug gets turned up, it’s only at 3 right now.” 

Then she did something I had not expected.  She started kissing my neck.  She sucked hard and bit me lightly.  She started working her way down my nude body.  She kissed me all over my chest, sucking and biting on my nipples along the way.  It took all the strength I had to keep my back straight through her tormenting.  She kissed down past my chest and to my stomach at which point she was bent over enough that I could see her beautiful ass sticking out of her short skirt.  I wanted it so badly but I made sure I kept rock still.  She went to her knees and worked her lips lower and lower on my body until she had reached my raging hard penis.  She didn’t touch it, she merely blew onto it.  The feeling was amazing and I couldn’t help but bend slightly at my waist as a muffled moan of ecstasy left my mouth.  ‘Click’ and the plug was turned up one notch.  The hot feelings of electricity increased in my body.  I could feel it down my legs and into my stomach now.  I felt very ready to orgasm; as if she’d read my thoughts Anne said “don’t you dare come until I tell you that you may.”  I tried to clear my mind and subdue the feelings of oncoming orgasm building within me.  Then Anne took me into her mouth.  I thought it was hard to stand straight before, this made it almost impossible but I somehow managed to control myself.  Her moist, soft lips wrapped around the head of my penis and her tongue flicked over the hole.  She started to slowly and shallowly move her lips back and forth along my cock.  She made it incredibly moist with her saliva which only made her light pink lips feel smother and softer on my sensitive skin.  Then she lightly grabbed the back of my shaft with her hand and started to slowly pump it back and forth.  With her other hand she cupped my balls and I lost control.  “UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG” I screamed through the gag and my semen shot into her mouth and onto her face, from which it dripped onto her chest.  I had no idea that much semen could be stored in my testicles.  It just kept coming and coming, a solid 10 pumps in total.  It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, never prior, and never again.  

My orgasm was so powerful I collapsed in a heap on the floor.  My energy was gone and my body was weak.  “You are a very bad little boy” she said in an amazingly seductive voice as she delicately scraped some of my semen off her lip with her finger and held it to my face.  “Clean me” she said.  I opened my mouth and sucked my own come off of her smooth finger.  It was warm and tasted of salt and bitter.  “Clean all of me” she said and she sat cross legged on the floor in front of me.  She turned off the plug and I ever so slowly drug my limp body over to her.  I started on her beautiful chest.  Licking and sucking my come off of her soft skin, her beautiful little pink nipples.  I moved to her chin, then to her cheek and finished with the bit still left on her lips.  After I’d imbibed every drop of my semen she embraced my lips in a powerful kiss.  She pulled my tongue into her mouth and sucked it hard, I returned the favor.  She stood, I stayed sitting.  “At least you can learn, but I’m afraid you must be punished for coming without permission.”  She pulled me up by the leash and led me into her room; I looked at her bed and saw a series of ropes at the head and foot.  Her bed was the bottom of a bunk bed, the top bunk was empty but hanging from the side was a metal loop hooked to the frame.  She walked behind me and unlocked one side of the handcuffs.  She led me over to her bed and ran the unlocked handcuff through the metal loop and then relocked it onto my wrist.  My hands were fixed slightly above my head.  From behind me she then placed a blindfold over my eyes.  “Now for your punishment” she said, I prepared myself as best I could and waited for the reward I’d earned for disobeying my mistress.