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Our first day together...

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     He unlocks the motel door, pulling me into the room as his friends drag my suitcases in behind us. My exhausted mind barely recognizes that there is anything other than a large bed in the room after my 3 day long journey with no sleep. His gentle arms wrap around me, pulling me to his chest, my cheek against his heart, the musky scent of him filling my nostrils and flooding my already overloaded senses and making me instantly wet. His friends leave, bidding me welcome as they softly close the door behind them, leaving us standing in the darkened room. He takes my hands in his, pulling away and drawing me ever so gently to the bed to stand before him as he sits on the edge. He slides his arms around

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my hips and presses his face into my breasts, inhaling deeply. He looks up into my eyes and slides his hands under the hem of my tank top and raises it over my head. Letting it fall to the floor, he kisses my soft belly and eases my bra from my body, taking one suddenly erect nipple into his warm mouth, the blushing bud sensitive. He bites it gently, drawing a gasp from my lips as I throw my head back in pleasure. One hand presses me to him as his other reaches for my other tit, kneading and pinching the tender flesh and making me shiver from head to toe. He releases my quivering flesh and stands, moving to trade places with me. He kisses me firmly, forcing me back onto the bed, his hand cradling my head softly. His lips leave mine an travel over my neck, breasts and belly as he tugs open my jeans and pulls them from my hips along with my wet black panties. He stands over me, his gaze devouring me from head to toe.

     "Do you remember what I told you I was going to do to you once you were here?" he asks huskily. 

     I nod. "Brand me as yours," I whisper, trembling in anticipation.

     A smile lights his face as he once again reaches for me. He presses his palm over my hips, holing me down as the fingers of his other hand spread between my thighs. One finger pressing into me, his thumb stroking my clit. After a few moments, he inserts a second finger deeply inside, thrusting harder and harder, pushing me open further and further, the stretching becoming intense as he spreads his fingers apart. My first orgasm rips through me, arching me off the bed. He presses me back down and slows the thrusting of his fingers to a more sensuous pace, allowing me to drift back to earth. Then, he inserts a third finger and slowly rebuilds speed and depth until I am rocking back onto my shoulders. This thumb is replaced by his warm, wet mouth and tongue. A second, longer orgasm tears me apart, blackening my vision. He waits for the shuddering to stop, still sliding his tongue over my leaping clit and twitching his strong fingers against my cervix and then sliding them out and licking them clean

     He shifts my limp body on the bed and rolls me over onto my belly, straddling my thighs. He bends over me, nibbling his way down my spine. He slides off me and I relax, thinking it's over. My eyes drift closed, my breathing slows, my throbbing pussy softly drips on the soft coverlet.

     He then re-mounts my thighs and I realize he had just left to remove his clothing. I feel his silky penis resting along the crack of my ass. His full 8 inches feels wide and heavy, the enormous head pressing thickly against my back, forcing me to shiver in anticipation again. He strokes his nails down my back, using his fingers to push his cock between my thighs and into my pulsing pussy. The silky head parts my lips, easing gently inside, filling and stretching my wet snatch to its limit and beyond. A soft burning sensation starts as he slides in and bottoms out, his full length buried inside, balls pressed to my clit. He pumps gently and slowly in and out, the head of his codk bumping my g-spot and cervic with every stroke. A gentle warmth begins to spread through my body. A wonderful, perfect orgasm pulls its way through my body and he grunts softly, slipping his mouth over mine in an intense kiss as he cums with me.

     I lost count of the orgasms that first, amazing day in bed with James. All I know is that I loved him them and was able to fall asleep in his arms, something I have never done before with anyone. He wakes me with kisses, stroking my body softly and drawing soft moans from my lips. I could spend my whole life like that. If only.....  

A Night of Many Firsts

jenny008 on Love Stories

     I logged into my dating account online, hoping for nothing more than to meet someone new that night in June. What I found was one lonely man who quickly became a big part of my life. I am moving to be with him but I should start with our firsts, I guess.         

     I had signed up with this particular site hoping to relieve the boredom I had felt since my husband and I had separated months before. For several years, I had devoted myself and my life to my husband, remaining in a loveless marriage for lack of anythng better to do. We had grown comfortable with each other and perhaps a bit compla

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cent. In our daily lives, we rarely spoke, even more rare was sex. Neither of us felt fulfilled by fucking each other and had tired of even making an effort any longer. So, I logged on. 

     There, I met John. He was 6 feet 3 inches (a whole foot taller than I), gentle, looking for someone to be friends with or possibly more, and stuck in the same kind of relationship I was wiith Edward. Oh, yeah. He was also black. After looking at his profile and reading every little word, I decided to allow him to contact me outside the site. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but i sent him my e-mail address and soon, he was online and we were chatting.

     We started out by talking about everyday, little things. You know - age, sex, location, jobs we held, the weather - that kind of thing. Soon, we discovered we had so many things in common that we could be related to each other. While he had grown up and learned a trade in the Cayman Islands and I had done the same here in the states, we were a perfect match in everything except height and location. He was currently in Florida and I was in Southeastern Idaho. Might as well have been seperate countries. Either way, we began a wonderful relationship that began to grow as time went by.

     Soon, we were trading pictures over the net, becoming more and more daring until I eventually told him that all these pictures were old and that I didn't have a cam any longer. He immediately signed off and I wrote him off as just another pic ho. To my surprise, the next day, he logged on and asked for my address. He said he was sending me a "present" that I would like and that he wanted me to promise to use it. I said ok and he wished me a good evening and signed out again. This left me wondering what he was sending and if I had done the right thing by giving out my address. In a fight later that evening with my ex, I forgot all about it and went to bed in tears.

     To my surprise, at 11am the next morning, I answered the door to the ups man with a box from John. He had sent it overnight mail. I signed on the line on the screen and quickly closed my front door with a blush, realizing my black silk robe had fallen open to the delivery man's gaze, revealing my double d breasts and cleanly shaven pussy. I carried the box to my bedroom and logged in to find John waiting for me. He asked if I had openedit yet and I told him no. He demanded that I do so immediately and I ripped the tape off the box.

     Inside, I discovered five little packages. The first I picked out of the bubble wrap was a pricey webcam. I knew it was pricey due to the field I am in. I plugged it in, installing the software quickly so that John could see me retrieve the other items from the box. I then looked back in, once I was sure he could see, and gasped in surprise at the remaining contents. Inside were two vibrators (with batteries), one buttplug, and a bottle of very expensive lubricant. The purchase order listed the total price at $243.72 including shipping. John asked me if I was ok. Evidently, I had begun to blush and he could see it very clearly. The doorbell rang again and I rushed from the room, my face burning.

     It was the ups boy again, with a second, smaller package. I signed again and felt his gaze linger on my cleavage, very visible again. I leaned in and kissed his cheek and said thank you and closed the door on his hot face, giggling to myself as I locked the door again. I carried this box into the bedroom and faced the cam again. John had a cell phone in his hand and my box began to ring and vibrate as he put it up to his ear. I dropped it then laughed at myself and quickly opened the box, eager to hear his voice for the first time.

     I flipped the little black phone open and breathlessly answered. "Hello."

     "Hello, beautiful," I heard a deep, gentle voice respond. "How do you like your gifts?"

      "Well, I'm kinda surprised. We've only been doing this for a couple of weeks and you sent me some very personal stuff, here." I replied, blushing once again. "What do you expect me to do with all of this? I know what I want to do but I have never let anyone else see me do those things."

     "Honey, the toys are for you to use however and whenever you want. The cell phone is for us to talk when we're at work and want to chat. You can call me any time you want during the day. The cam is so that I can see whatever you want to show me and to see your beautiful face and body. Nice pussy and tits, by the way."

     I blushed again, even harder realizing my robe had slipped open again. Then, I decided to give him a show. I turned off the cam, telling him that I would be back in a minute. I quickly loaded the batteries, slid the wrapping off the lube and buttplug and adjusted the cam so he could see the bed. I then sat on the bed and turned the cam back on, using the remote control. I leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs, dripping lube onto my pussy and rubbing it gently down into the crack of my ass. I then slid the butt plug over my mound and down to my hole, asking him where he thought it should go. “Slide it into your ass, darling,” he growled. I could see his hand slide off of the desk and slip down to the bulge inside his shorts. He began to stroke his cock and I watched him on the screen just as he was watching me. I slipped the head of the plug into my ass, feeling the puckered hole slowly open under the pressure until, with a soft grunt, it slid into place, filling my ass completely. I slapped the end of it, sending a shock through my ass and gave a soft tug to make sure it was securely in place. “Oh, yeah,” he breathed into my ear softly. “Now, play with that amazing pussy for me, baby. I don’t care what you use on it, just don’t stop. I love what I see.”

     I grabbed up the smaller of the two vibes and turned it on, stroking my clit gently with it before slowly inserting an inch into my tight wet hole. I eased it back out with a soft groan and slid it back in. Two inches. I repeated this again and again for him, masturbating to the sound of his quickened breathing and the sight of his now erect cock loose in his hands, being stroked to just the same rhythm as the toy in my cunt. I now had it deep in my pussy, pounding away with the vibration turned on low. With a devilish smile, I pulled it from my dripping wet gash and turned it off, laying it aside and reaching for the larger. I glanced at it as I grabbed it, doubting if it’s 12 inch long thick shaft would fit but I decided I would give it my best.

     I pushed the head of the toy against my now swollen clit and heard him gasp in my ear. “Honey, are you sure that’s going to fit? I might have misjudged on sending you that one.” I reassured him by suddenly thrusting it into my snatch. It only went in about 4 inches at first. Then, I turned on the vibration. My pussy responded by opening wider and eagerly gulping at the pulsating toy, pulling it in deeper and deeper until about ten inches was buried in my quivering flesh. My juices dripped and I began to pump it in and out, thrusting my hips into the air. Sucking sounds and moans filled the air as I went faster and faster. My gaze had drifted away from the screen and I suddenly felt a new sensation. There was a buzzing in my ass. The butt plug had come alive, gently vibrating away. I yelped in surprise and John laughed in my ear. “New sensation, dear?” he chuckled.
    
     I looked at the screen, seeing the little box in his hand as he turned up the juice again. My hips were bucking and my orgasm was building. I could see the head of his 8 inch cock growing and swelling in his hand, his balls tightening with pressure as he watched me quiver and hold back the orgasm.

     “Just cum, baby. I want to see you cum,” he whispered in my ear as he turned up the plug to full power. I pumped harder and suddenly, I was cumming, squirting all over my green satin coverlet at the cam while I watched his jizm pour from the head of his engorged cock. My pussy and ass convulsed as I had the most intense, double orgasm I had ever had in my life. He turned down and then off the butt plug, easing me out of cumming slowly. I did likewise to the vibe in my pussy and slid it out, laying it beside its much smaller counterpart on the coverlet. I lay there, gasping and moaning into the phone while he turned the butt plug on and off, teasing me and watching me jump all over the bed as he did so. “Mmmmmm….that was wonderful. Thank you for the birthday present, honey,” he whispered in my ear. “Do you want that plug out or would you leave it in over night for me? I want to wake you up by giving you another orgasm, if you’ll let me.”

     I told him I would leave it in and we signed off for the night, hanging up and crawling under the covers, removing the soiled coverlet and letting it fall to the floor. I thought about what I had just experienced for a while. It was a night of many firsts. My frst anal orgasm, my first phone sex, the first time I had masturbated for anyone, and the first time I had ever had dp of any type. I was about to drift into sleep when my ass buzzed and a text arrived on the new cell. “Just a reminder” it said. I grinned and sent back a quick, “Thank you. It was wonderful and a shock. Talk to you in the morning,” and fell asleep, dreaming of my wake up call.
 

IS IT RAPE IF YOU FALL IN LOVE?

jenny008 on Forced Stories

I just had the most erotic experience of my life even though I said, "No," to begin with. I don't know how else to describe what happened last night other than erotic and passionate and scary as hell. You see, I've been devoted to my husband for the past 5 years, never once letting another man touch me although I have had plenty of opportunity. Let me paint a picture of the background for you. I'll start with me.

I am five foot three inches tall with golden brown eyes, long black hair with red highlights in the sun, not exactly slender by any stretch of the imagination since I weigh 163 but I do have curves in all the right places and large double D sized breasts to top it all off. My husband - we'll call him Rob
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ert for the purposes of this story - has been told that he is a very lucky man by many people we know and some we don't. He is six foot two inches tall weighing in at 178 with a set of beautiful blue eyes and abs that go for days. He's also very well hung for a white guy at 11 inches long when he's hard. He's uncircumcised as he was born in Germany. I am one lucky woman. Or was anyway. His best friend - let's call him Anthony - was  just a few inches taller than Robert with an incredibly sexy smile, brown hair and deep brown expressive eyes that always seemed to see right through whatever clothing I was wearing at the time. He was very slender after having been diagnosed with a rare stomach disorder but muscular and had wide generous palms. He was also much younger than me.. Eleven years, if you can believe it! And so sexy. He had charisma and was truly one of those men who could talk a nun out of her panties in the middle of service on Easter Sunday. I’ve seen it happen. Cracked me up. He still has those rough cotton panties in the trunk of his car too. He also had very sensitive ears and I had known him longer than I knew Robert.

So, now that you have the details of how we all look, I guess I’d better stop teasing and get to my story. Well, Anthony came home from being overseas in Iraq and had been dismissed from the army. He looked damned good getting off that plane. Especially since I had been certain six years ago that I’d never see him again. Robert and I immediately ran forward to sweep him into our arms and I started to cry with relief over the fact that he was still alive. He hugged me back very tightly and I felt his hand slide to my ass and squeeze just a bit as he always had. Only this time, he also whispered in my ear that he couldn’t wait to get me alone. He’d never even suggested anything like that and I took it as his way of getting me to quit crying on his uniform and laughed it off. We took him home to our place and set him up in the spare room, letting him have some privacy and a few days to catch up on sleep. We were just glad he was home.

After about two days, we decided that we needed to all get out of the house for a bit and went down to the local bowling alley. Anthony and Robert racked them up and started ordering drinks from the little bar in the back. The drinks kept getting stronger and they kept downing them quicker and quicker. Of course, I was no angel and had a few vodka and cranberry juice, my favorite. In between frames, these two handsome men took turns flirting with me and looking over my shoulder at the score panel to make sure I was getting the information right. And also to look down my flimsy tank top at my deep cleavage. Any way, by the time we left, I had to drive home as both the guys were seriously intoxicated - or so I thought at the time. We got back to the apartment and I took a short shower to get the smell of stale smoke out of my hair before bed.

When I went back downstairs, I found that Robert had passed out on the bed in his clothing and Anthony was curled into a ball on the floor near the bed, forcing me to step over him to get to my dresser  for underwear and a nightshirt. I slipped the up my legs just as I heard Anthony groan behind me.  I glanced back at him to see he was on his knees with his head on the floor and, listening closer, I could hear him apologizing to someone and begging them to stop. I began to shake wondering exactly what HAD happened to him over there. I curled up on the floor next to him and rubbed his back gently, talking to him and reminding him that he was home now and that everything would be ok. Soon he quieted down and crawled to me, resting his head in my lap with his nose pressed to my scantily covered crotch.

I thought he had drifted back to sleep and jumped when the fingers of one of his hands found their way to my undies and started lightly brushing against them, teasing and stroking my pussy lips through the thin black lace. I reached down and grasped his hand , pulling it away although I had already begun to become wet. I told him to stop and he seemed content to rest there with me holding his hand for a while. After a bit, he began pushing his head deeper and deeper into me, urging me to lay back under the onslaught. I refused and took his head in my hands, forcing him to look at me. To my surprise, his eyes were wide open and lucid. Not only had he known what he was doing, he was enjoying it as much as I had been! I smiled at him and looked back at my sleeping husband on the bed, feeling guilty for enjoying what little contact we had had already.

I pulled completely away from Anthony and stood up. He rolled onto his back and stared up at me, asking in a soft voice, “ Could you help me upstairs to get a shower? I’m freezing.” I had no problem doing things like this for him since he had always been anemic and I was starting to wonder if I had misread his expression a few minutes before. I pulled him up to his feet and felt his skin against mine, clammy to the touch and  hot as hell. I figured it may be me that was a little off because of the shower I had just taken but the heat he was putting out was incredible. We staggered up the stairs together and I sat him on the toilet seat while I started running him a hot shower. Soon, the room was steamy and hot . He stepped in, having taken his clothing off while my back was turned and I glanced up seeing something at my eye level that made me gasp. Anthony was hard as a rock and hung like a horse! I had never seen a cock so big before and my pussy tightened , wondering what it would feel like to have his entire thick length inside me. I forced my gaze upwards to his face where he stood, eyes closed in bliss as the hot water cascaded over his body.

I turned away and started to leave the room when I heard him ask me to stay and talk to him until he was ready to get out. I pulled the curtain closed so he wouldn’t see me blushing furiously and seated myself on the edge of the toilet seat. We chatted about all the places he had been and all the things he had seen. Suddenly, he grew quiet and I asked him if he was ok. “Yeah,” he responded after a minute or two. “I just almost didn’t make it home. I couldn’t give up because I knew you were here waiting for me to come back in one piece.” I heard trembling in his voice. He shut off the water and I handed him a towel, leaving for a moment to gather a robe from his room for him to wrap in. When I came back, he was seated on the toilet again, eyes closed and his erection poking through the edge of the towel. I thought that maybe he had fallen asleep there and watched him for a few moments, gathering my thoughts and forcing myself to think about my husband, passed out in our room and waiting for me.

He reached up and grasped my hand, pulling me toward his lap. I turned and seated myself on the edge of the tub instead and continued to  hold his hand in mine while his eyes bored into mine, begging me to fuck him. “ I can’t. I want to but I promised Robert that I would never be with anyone else. He’s your best friend. Please try to understand,” I whispered in a quaking voice.  His eyes closed again and I watched him closely as he tried to gain control of himself. His cock shook a few times but only seemed to grow larger as time passed and we sat that way.

After about 20 minutes of sitting in silence, the pad of his thumb stroking the inside of my wrist, he opened his eyes again and asked me if I would just sit on his lap for a while and let him hold me. He said he hadn’t held anyone in so long that he had forgotten what it was like to touch another person. This one I could accept and I slid onto his lap, the towel between us. I laid my head back on his shoulder and we sat there for some time, his body trembling beneath me. Eventually, the trembling stopped and his arms relaxed around me, his head lifting a little from its position in the hollow of my neck. That’s when I felt it. The rocking. His hips had begun moving under mine, rocking slowly back and forth. Just a little. Barely enough to notice but slowly and gently increasing the range of motion and the pace. I asked what he thought he was doing and he whispered that he was just trying to ease some of the pressure off his thighs. I tried to stand and his arms tightened around me again. In a soft voice, he whispered, his breath hot in my ear, “Rock with me, Jenn… I promise you won’t regret it.” He had held me and rocked me like this before. Usually, I had been sobbing over something my previous husband had done to me. I never noticed how erotic it could be until that night. I allowed my body to relax against him and hesitated for a few moments, feeling the rhythm before I finally gave in and began rocking my own hips over his. Back and forth we rocked. Minutes flew by. My head fell back onto his shoulder again, hair cascading down his back and a sigh of pleasure escaping my parted lips.

His hands then began relentlessly exploring my body, creeping up my arms to my full breasts with their pert nipples. He pushed my tee-shirt out of the way and began to fondle them, bringing gasps of surprise from me. He had never done this before and I wanted more but was ashamed to ask. He was, after all, my husband’s best friend. One hand left my breast, finding it’s way down to the waistline of my panties and then further down, easing between my clenched thighs and stroking my clean, waxed mound with the tips of his fingers through the fabric. All the while, we continued rocking. His hand slid back up as my thighs parted on their own, against my internal protest and found it’s way inside my underwear, past my trembling pubic mound and finding my very erect clit with amazing precision. His fingers began to stroke my clit and now dripping pussy lips, easing first one finger and then two past the swollen bits of pink flesh inside my cunt. I grabbed his wrist and whimpered a soft no into the still night, intending to pull his hand away. He took the contact and the whimper as a sign of my willingness to let him continue and quickened the pace of his thrusts, pushing yet another finger deep inside me and fucking my clit with the heel of his palm. I could feel an orgasm building inside me and stood up, wriggling out of his grasp and not paying attention to where I was going.

He stood up behind me, letting the towel fall to the floor and ripping my flimsy panties off my body as though they were made of wet tissue paper. He slammed me against the door I had run into and pinned me with one hand and used his knees and feet to force my legs open. He then used his free hand to guide his hard cock inside my dripping wet pussy and began to slowly pump, his hips grinding against my flushed ass with every stroke. He buried himself deeper and deeper inside me until every inch was in and then, he slipped his hand over my mouth and began fucking me hard, ramming in and out of me as though he were possessed.

I’ll admit I came more than once and that he fucked me longer and harder than anyone ever anyone ever has  or will. I will also admit that I have not been able to bring myself to hate him for what  was essentially a rape. I will also admit that even though I said no several times, I wanted him so badly that saying it was more a protest of my own feelings than a protest of what was happening.  So now I have a question for you out there….


IS  IT  RAPE  IF  YOU  FALL  IN  LOVE?

I’ve left Robert and am now happily living with and fucking nightly Anthony. We are engaged to be married but in no rush to get it done. I fell in love that night. I don’t know if it was the way he took me or the fact that he made me lose all control of myself or the way he was able to bring out the passion in me that no one else ever has. Whatever the reason, I have no regrets.