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Title: 10 husbands, still a virgin?
Tags: Sex Joke
Content:
A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands. On their wedding night, she told her new husband, "Please be gentle, I'm still a virgin."
"What?" said the puzzled groom. "How can that be if you've been married ten times?"
"Well, Husband 1 was a sales representative; he kept telling me how great it was going to be.
Husband 2 was in software services; he was never really sure how it was supposed to function, but he said he'd look into it and get back to me.
Husband 3 was from field services; he said everything checked out diagnostically, but he just couldn't get the system up.
Husband 4 was in telemarketing; even though he knew he had the order, he didn't know when he would be able to deliver.
Husband 5 was an engineer; he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art method.
Husband 6 was from finance and administration; he thought he knew how, but he wasn't sure whether it was his job or not.
Husband 7 was in marketing; although he had a nice product, he was never sure how to position it.
Husband 8 was a psychologist; all he ever did was talk about it.
Husband 9 was a gynecologist; all he did was look at it.
Husband 10 was a stamp collector; all he ever did was... God! I miss him! But now that I've married you, I'm really excited!"
"Good," said the new husband, "but, why?"
"You're a lawyer. This time I know I'm gonna get screwed!" |
Title: 10 LOVE DOVE LOVE SHOVE
Tags: True Story, Male / Female Teens, Male/Female, Plumper, Romance, Virginity, Young
Introduction:
Just sit back and enjoy the ride!
Content:
19 MORE BUT FOR WHAT
"Jeff, it seems like you're more interested in your friends than in me. I wish we could see each other more."
"Maria, we're together now. Why talk about that now. Let's enjoy the moment."
"I can't talk about it when you're not around."
"My best moments are with you, Maria, but we need to keep our other friendships strong too. Actually, I'd like to take our friendship to the next level."
"Next level? What do you mean? We talk about everything."
"I dream of us expressing our love in the best way possible."
"How could we do more than we already are? Oh! You're talking about sex!"
"You don't want me like that anymore!"
"Jeff, that's not true! But we would ruin everything if we did it."
"How could something so wonderful be bad?"
"We would betray the trust our mothers put in us."
"Maria, my mother was doing it at our age."
"And regrets it."
"Alex and Logan are doing it and they're happier than ever!"
"So that's what this is about! You gotta keep up with the guys."
"No, Maria! You know I will wait for you. And we've learned how to wait and still have a way intense romance. It just seems like we're missing the best."
"It sounds like you're turning into your father, the last thing you want to be! I'm leaving!"
"Maria, don't leave!" After she leaves, both cry profusely.
20 THINK LONG, THINK WRONG
"Hi Fred. This is Jeff."
"Hey, Mr. Basketball!"
"Not me! That's you. Do you wanna come to Black's Beach with us?"
"Is that the nudist beach that you go to with Maria?"
"Yeah, but she's not going. We had a fight."
"That's so not cool. Are you OK?"
"No. That's why I want you to come."
"That's way scary to me."
"You mean going naked?"
"Yeah, I just got chills all over at the thought of it."
"Well, you don't have to strip. It's optional."
"It's still scary. I never seen a bunch of nudies before."
"We'll stop by 10:30. Decide then. If you don't wanna go, that's OK."
"Well, I didn't have anything to do today. Maybe I should try it. I'll think about it."
Rachel calls Sonya to see how they should work out their usual day at Black's Beach. Sonya encourages that they go on their own this time.
"I’m going to miss you and Roberto."
Sounding hurt, "That’s sweet of you, Rachel."
"Sonya, what’s wrong."
"Roberto wants me to move in with him."
"Why is that bad?"
"He hasn’t even proposed to me yet."
"Oh."
"I don’t think I could say no to him if I lived with him."
"Sean doesn’t pressure me at all."
"You have a good man."
"So do you."
"I look forward to living with Roberto, but we need to get married. And I don’t want to pressure him either."
"Talk to him. Talk with him, without making demands."
"Oh my! Demand is my middle name."
"I get that way too."
"Thanks for listening, Rachel. I love you."
"I love you too. We’ll talk again."
"Mom, we’re ready to go to the beach."
"Jeff, I’ll be ready in a minute."
Soon they stop at Fred's house on their way. Jeff runs up to the door. Fred's dad answers the door. After exchanging warm greetings, he asks Jeff to talk his son into going.
"I'll talk to him, but it's up to him."
Young Fred hangs his head down when he sees Jeff. "Hey, Fred, good buddy. I guess you're not going."
"My dad really thinks I should go. Who would ever think!"
"I think you'll be glad if you do, but we can some other time when you're more ready."
"I don't think it will get any easier, so I guess I'll go now."
Jeff gives him a gentle, soothing hug, "You'll do fine. Don't worry. Be happy!"
21 RED FRED
On their way, Jeff talks about everything but the beach--mostly about Maria. With the distraction, Fred actually forgot where they were until they step onto the beach. Seeing naturists in the distance, he gasps, "I can't believe they're all naked. They don't look worried at all! They're all so calm. Some are fatter than me. They don't seem to care that people see all their blubber. Nobody's laughing at them. That's way cool!" Now Fred feels relaxed.
As usual, Jeff strips as soon as putting his stuff down. Then he helps set things up, as does Fred. Rachel sits down clothed, for Fred's sake. Then Jeff says, "Fred, let's walk to the water."
"OK." So Jeff starts walking. "Wait Jeff! I gotta strip first." Without a second thought he strips and starts walking with Jeff. Halfway, he suddenly says, "Oh my God! I'm naked," trying to cover his stomach and penis.
"Let's get your clothes, Fred."
"No, you get them and bring them here. No, don't leave me. I know, let's race to the water!"
"OK," but Jeff takes his time so as to stay even with Fred. Soon they splash into the ocean. Fred sighs in relief. Jeff tries to tackle Fred, but instead, he gets tackled. After they exhaust themselves playing, Jeff says, "I'm thirsty. Let's get some lemonade."
Fred starts walking out, but stops. "Can you bring me some..."
"I'll bring you a towel, OK?"
"Good idea! Thanks, Jeff." As Jeff leaves, Fred thinks to himself, "I was so brave before. I should try again." Slowly he walks out of the water. He thinks about how cool it felt to run naked. Before he knows what's happening, he finds himself running to catch up to Jeff.
Startled, Jeff spins around, ready to defend himself. Then he rolls over in the sand, laughing, "Holy guacamole! You scared me out of my skin."
Timidly smiling, "I didn't mean too!" Both put an arm around each others shoulders as they continue to their blanket. Fred sees Rachel and Sean naked and quickly turns his head.
Lightheartedly, "Relax Fred. Your eyes won't fall out."
Fred gets his courage back and looks ahead again. Then fear fills him again as he realizes Rachel and Sean see him naked. But as he sees the warm love in their eyes he calms down again. Their eyes keep his feet moving. Then he falls onto the blanket, "This is way weird, but so cool." Jeff hands him a drink and sits with him.
... "Look Fred! There's Cindy and Tami."
"Oh no! I hope they don't see me!"
"Not! Don't crawl into your cocoon now. Come on. Let's talk to them."
"You're crazy, Jeff!"
"Pulling Fred up, as if he could, "Don't think. Be yourself. Be bold, big boy!"
"I'm not ready for this."
"Just be calm, cool, and collective."
Fred stops resisting Jeff when Sean adds a word of encouragement. As they walk over, Fred gets cold feet. As he starts to turn around, he notices that Tami sees him. He feels frozen in time. Can't turn around. Can't keep moving. He resists the urge to cover himself. Jeff pulls him forward. Fred feels a burst of confidence. Soon Jeff greets Cindy and Tami.
Tami warmly replies, "Hi Jeff. Hi Fred--I never saw you here before."
Fred fumbles, "No. Uh, my first time."
Cindy adds, "Cool! You're doing great."
Surprised, "Really!?"
Tami agrees, "You bet. Hey Jeff, where's Maria?"
Jeff hangs his head, "We had a fight."
With glowing eyes, "Oh! I'm sorry. Something about church, I suppose."
"No. I messed up all by myself."
Cindy offers, "Why don't you guys sit down."
Fred can't believe how sweet they're being. He tells himself, "They just want Jeff's company. But so what. It feels fabulous anyway." He says, "That's real sweet of you Cindy." He can't believe he's sitting with two gorgeous girls that don't have a stitch of clothes on. He senses that this is heaven on earth. He resists the urge to stare at their bodies, but can't help noticing. He can't believe Cindy seems to really be interested in him. As Tami and Jeff drift into their own world, he's in the clouds with Cindy. She shares how she used to hate how horrible he used to act and how amazingly genuine he has become. He had been looking at her with the deepest respect, but suddenly pops a boner. He had forgotten his nakedness. Now he wants to bury himself in the sand. He manages to cover his stiffy, hoping no one had noticed.
Cindy doesn't look, but calmly says, "Fred, I'm flattered."
Fred looks stunned, "What does she mean? She knows! No, I refuse to think that."
Seeing horror in his face, she adds, "Please don't be embarrassed. It will go away."
"Oh no! She knows. I'm dead meat! Yeah, it will go away--she'll cut it off," he muses as his head spins. "I'm still here. I'm still alive," runs through his head as his heart throbs.
"Placing a hand on his shoulder, "Fred. You're wonderful. Please relax."
Finally Fred finds himself feeling fearless, as his hands stop hiding his hard-on.
Cindy sweetly smiles, "See, you survived.... Look, see the hulk returning to normal."
Fred realizes she sees all, yet she likes him. "Wow!" As Cindy kisses him on his cheek, "Double wow!" Neither can contain their delight. Fred reaches to hug her. She fully receives his embrace. Fred's totally embarrassed, "Did I just do that!"
Cindy laughs, "Yes, red Fred."
Eye to eye, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what I'm doing."
"Well, that's the sweetest hug I ever had!"
"No. Really!?"
Reaching for another hug, "Really!"
Fred burst out in tears as they hug chest to breast, "I'm alive. I'm insane. I'm so thankful. Cindy, you're precious!"
As they complete their hug, Cindy sees Jeff and Tami watching. Jeff sternly whispers, "Fred! I can't take you anywhere."
With everyone laughing, Tami suggests, "Let's go swimming." Hand in hand, they stroll the sand to the sea. |
Title: 10,OOO Cocks. That much?
Tags: Fantastic
Introduction:
Cocks off a production line.
Content:
10, OOO Cocks--That Much?
Not a sex story as such, but an idea after seeing a post by Beril one of the members here.In her years as a prostitute she has had about 10,00 cocks. Light hearted, hope you enjoy it and it gives you food for thought.
10,000 cocks, how could any woman accommodate all those? But that is precisely what a much loved member of XNXX here has done and very much enjoyed doing so. Beril had been a prostitute for 22 years, and was happily kept very busy throughout that time. 10,000 is obviously not the proven exact figure, it could be even more so it is a fair and not exaggerated estimate.
So what I would like to do is put this remarkable achievement into perspective. Now as most people know cocks come in all shapes and sizes. For the sake of this exercise we shall deem each entrant Beril received was 6 inches long, this being a sensible average.
We can therefore assume Beril has entertained 5.000 feet of cock, who said size does not matter. To grasp the magnitude of all this we are going to take an enjoyable cock related journey. Our trip starts in England aboard the luxury liner Q.E.2. Now I am sure you would enjoy a stroll along the ship, all 963 feet of it. Fear not if you don’t have sea legs as Beril can provide a safety handrail made entirely from her huge cock collection so grip as tightly as you wish. Yes Beril has had the full length of this vessel sail up her pussy port, but that was only her maiden voyage. If Beril had been around when the most famous of all ships “The Titanic” was, she could have easily supplied a cock safety rail of 882 feet for all those passengers also. Though she would have hated part of her treasured collection being consigned to the deep, as it not her idea of going down.
As we sail along the English west coast “Blackpool Tower”, all 520 feet of it overlooking the famous pleasure beach should be easily sighted. Blackpool is a very popular seaside town well renowned for naughty weekends with spare beds like gold dust to find. Only after the clubs are closed can you find a empty one, this because the occupier is by then probably sharing someone else’s. Beril has not missed out on this naughty fun having bedded her pleasure via the full size of the tower; imagine a 520 foot cock on the landscape.
Hope you are taking in the immensity of Beril’s achievements, (she had to) and we are not finished yet by a long way. France is just a hop over the sea from England, and in Paris you will find the romantic “Eiffel Tower”. This is even taller than Blackpool’s standing at 986 feet, and yes Beril has “Ooh la laa’d” all of it up between her legs. So as you can see with two sea liners and two huge towers Beril had a busy working life, obviously not one to lie in bed all day.
On board the liner is an Olympic size swimming pool, if you swim the full 164 feet distance of it I wonder if you will swallow as much liquid as Beril did when consuming an equal amount of cock. Beril loves her sport, indeed she was an aspiring javelin thrower at school. She never reached Olympic heights, but the women’s world record of 237 feet could easily be measured out using some of her cock stockpile. Ladies or Gentlemen; have you ever fantasised about sleeping with a whole football team? Well that’s junior league stuff to Beril, she has taken on top of all else we mentioned “The full length of a football pitch in cock up her”. All 300 feet: I bet she switched positions a few times.
America bound and there she is “The Statue of Liberty”, from the foundation to the torch 305 feet in height if you want to take a good close look from the outside no problem. By building a stiff hard ladder from Beril’s special material you can get it right up that’s what it was created for: keep tight hold now. You can’t visit America without visiting “Niagara Falls” the highest part 176 feet, Beril always wanted to do a bungee jump. However she has no intentions of using bungee cord Beril wants to use her man made material, cockrope something she is an expert at handling. Think we should just watch here, unless you would like to try your hand at it.
The final part of the journey takes us to the opposite side of the world from where we started, Australia. Here is where we find something large enough to finally equate with Berils intake of cock. Discovered in 1872 the then tallest tree in the world, “The Australian Eucalyptus” stood at 435 feet. It has since been felled. To think Beril’s pussy felled it, along with 2 cruise liners, 2 world famous towers, historical landmarks and all those sporting achievements is mind blowing. However that is a very good estimate to the amount of cock she has processed. The total heights and lengths of all the well known buildings, landmarks and distances given are 4948 feet in total. And remember this amount was all taken up by different cocks.
Whatever you may or nor not think about prostitutes, clearly no one can deny with all those cocks a service is needed, and has been provided by Beril and many like her. Beril is happily retired now and living in Cyprus she has earned her rest. Who said one person can not take on an army? “The Grand Old Duke of York” had 10.000 men Beryl has mastered such an army with no casualties I may add. Now you will notice the final total is 52 feet short of 10.000. Well at her home in Cyprus she does not want an Olympic pool or Sea liner, but 51 feet six inches is enough for a small pool and dingy. Beril will be content with those during the day: the other 6 inches? That’s all she has left of her cock savings and she keeps it under the mattress.
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Title: 10 Soldiers--ch. 1
Tags: Fiction, Female/Female, Group Sex, Incest, Males / Females, Oral Sex, Rape
Introduction:
takes place in the civil war time period
Content:
Marina awoke with the sunlight in her face, streaming into the window through her chocolate colored silky hair, shimmering in on her young ,18 year old perky tits. she loved to wake up with a bright new day ahead of her. she smiled a little as she heard her sister's giggleing with her mother and father down the hall. her smile faded though as the sleepy cloud lifted from her mind and she remembered the war. this was not a happy time for her family. things were hard. she got up and walked into the kitchen where the discussion had grown more serious. her father was telling her mother that the union army was not far off and coming their way. he wanted to find a place to hide his daughters and the valuables. he expected it would be tomorrow before they would need to take that action.
That evening as Marina lay in bed, she heard voices and then a loud bang.she crept from her room to the stairs to see what was going on. as she looked over the railing she saw her father speaking with some very tall and big men. there were 8 of them. then she noticed the uniforms and the colors on them. "oooohhhh" she gasped,"the union soldiers are here!" she ran to wake her sisters and they fled down the back set of stairs and hurried out through the kitchen door. just as Marina thought they were gonna make it to the hidden cellar in the barn, 2 more soldiers rounded the corner and ushered them into the house. when they came in the room the girls were shocked that a soldier was maliciously fucking their pretty mother. he had laid her out on the floor and spread her legs wide, her pink pussy taking in all of his hard cock. "are you getting wet?" the soldier asked her. "yes you like that don't you whore? look at your husband watching me fuck you. watching you enjoy it "he told her. Marina's mother was so overcome with her shame she couldn't even look her husband in the face. her husband wanted to fight for her, but was being held at gunpoint. it was so hard to watch his wife getting fucked so thoroughly. the soldier called one of his comrads over and said "put your cock in her mouth and see how she likes that."
as the second one put his cock in her face Marina's mother refused it. she was reprimanded with a slap in the face and a hard shove into her hot pussy. "ooohhh" she cried. she was starting to like this soldiers cock inside her, making her so wet and hot. "tell me you like it slut"he said "yes i like it" "now tell your husband bitch !tell him you love my cock inside your nasty cunt" she looked over at her husband with one cock in her mouth and one in her wet oozing pussy and saw the pain in his eyes, "i like his cock inside me" she said to him around the bulging mouthful of cock as a tear rolled down her face. the soldier that was fucking her grabbed her by the arm and threw her to the side, "now you will suck the cocks of all my friends while they wait for their turn with your daughters."
Marina pulled her sisters close to her as the soldier walked toward them. "what is your name girl?" he demanded. "Marina" he looked at her younger sister with her blonde curves and young lithe body. her green eyes were wide with fear, that made his cock hard for her, "and your name?" "Naomi" she replied shyly. "i want you 2 to come over to the fireplace, leave the other here"he said. the girls did as they were told. he pulled up a chair and sat down. "now Marina, i want you to kiss Naomi with your tounge. Marina leaned over and slowly ran her toungue into Naomi's hot, slick, mouth slowly caressing her sister's toungue with hers. she felt a fluttering in her stomach that was very strange to her. "now play with her tits and her with yours" he told them. Naomi and Miranda both caressed eachother, exploring the other's beautiful perky milky breasts. the soldier felt his prick harden. he pulled it out and began to stroke himself. the other soldiers had lost interest in the girls' mother and were fixated on the 2 young southern belles that all of them intended to ravage before the night was through. the first soldier grabbed their mother up by her hair and shoved her down on his dick. gagging her as he shoved his long shaft down her throat. "now girls lick and suck eachother" he commanded. Marina dipped her head and licked around her sis's pink little nipple. Naomi sucked in a breath at the pleasure that brought to her. Marina sucked her nipple into her mouth. Naomi melted into a long line of moans as Marina lowered herself to Naomi's virgin pussy. she ran her finger up between Naomi's pussy lips feeling the wetness there. she spread Naomi's cunt wide open, exposing her clit. she ran her toungue from the bottom of her pussy hole to her clit, stopping and suckling there, then running her toungue in small circles around it. Naomi lifted her hips screaming "ooooohhhhhh yes!" Marina then put a finger into Naomi's pussy fucking her sister with it. "yes you like that don't you whore? you are a little slut aren't you?" the soldier asked Naomi as her mother sucked his cock. "yes i like it" Naomi wailed as she began to feel her first orgasm take hold of her.Marina inserted a finger into Naomi's asshole as well. fucking both holes hard and fast as she could, sucking her sister's clit, feeling her cunt muscles tighten around her fingers, tasting her cream. Naomi grinding her pussy agianst Marina's toungue, helping to take herself over the edge..."yes sister, don't stop! oooooooohhhhhh yes! i'm going to cum! yes yes yes yes!" Marina sucked and licked and lapped up her sister's stream of cum not stopping until Naomi quieted her sqealing and all there was was her heaving little body on the floor. Marina crawled up beside her sister and laid her head on her breast and held her. the soldier got up and walked over to them. he picked up Naomi's legs and drug her back to her other sister. "and your name?" he asked the third sister.
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Title: 10 soldiers-part 2
Tags: Fiction, Female/Female, Group Sex, Incest, Males / Females, Rape, Young
Introduction:
takes place in the civil war time period
Content:
Naomi lifted her hips screaming "ooooohhhhhh yes!" Marina then put a finger into Naomi's pussy fucking her sister with it. "yes you like that don't you whore? you are a little slut aren't you?" the soldier asked Naomi as her mother sucked his cock. "yes i like it" Naomi wailed as she began to feel her first orgasm take hold of her.Marina inserted a finger into Naomi's asshole as well. fucking both holes hard and fast as she could, sucking her sister's clit, feeling her cunt muscles tighten around her fingers, tasting her cream. Naomi grinding her pussy agianst Marina's toungue, helping to take herself over the edge..."yes sister, don't stop! oooooooohhhhhh yes! i'm going to cum! yes yes yes yes!" Marina sucked and licked and lapped up her sister's stream of cum not stopping until Naomi quieted her sqealing and all there was was her heaving little body on the floor. Marina crawled up beside her sister and laid her head on her breast and held her. the soldier got up and walked over to them. he picked up Naomi's legs and drug her back to her other sister. "and your name?" he asked the third sister.
PART 2
She looked up at him with her fiery red hair and big grey eyes, her small, young breasts heaving with her breathing. the soldier could see the fear in her innocent eyes. "well girl?" she bowed her head and murmered "Ariana". "well, come with me Ariana". he demanded. when she curled up in a ball and cowered from him, he pulled her to her feet by her hair. pulling her behind him as he walked toward Marina. as he let go of Ariana, he barked "get on your knees bitch!" at Marina. when Marina had done what she was told the soldier pushed her down onto her elbows and instructed Ariana to get on her knees. she did as she was told. he then told her "lick her asshole." Ariana just looked up at him as tears started to slide down her face. enraged at her rejection of his command, he grabbed her head and pushed her face into Marina's ass. forcing Ariana to lick her sister's tight little puckered asshole. "ooohhh" Marina let out a little sigh of pleasure. she immeadiately covered her mouth and turned red with shame as she looked at her father watching them do these sinful things to eachother. she looked over at Naomi who was being consoled and petted by her mother which had managed to slip away from all the hard dicks that had demanded her mouth's attention a short time ago. would her family make it through this, she wondered. all thoughts vanished from her mind as she felt Ariana's soft, slick. little tounge slide into her asshole. in and out in and out, fucking it, rubbing it. oh yes that felt so good. Ariana slid her tounge out and the soldier walked over and spread Marina's cheeks wide, " let me hold her ass apart for you while you lap her ass juices up." Ariana started running her tounge in circles around it then fucking it back and forth. "play with her cunt too" the soldier demanded. Ariana rubbed Marina's cunt with her fingers. finding her clit and gently massaging it. "mmmmm yes" marina moaned agianst her will. " yes you like that don't you slut? all these men watching your sister fuck your ass with her toungue? does it make you hot you nasty little slut?" the soldier taunted Marina as waves of pleasure like she had never felt before began to overcome her. he smacked her ass hard, leaving a red print. "answer me whore!" he demanded. "yes!" Marina told him.he smacked her ass agian, " yes WHAT?" he demanded. "yes sir!" Marina screamed in pain and pleasure at once. "tell your sister you like it" he said. "Ariana, i like the way you fuck my ass with your toungue." Marina panted out. loving the things she was feeling. she started to grind her hot wet pussy agianst her sister's hand and backing her ass up to her face. "yes,yes, ariana" she moaned. just as she was about to have her first orgasm the soldier stopped spanking her ass and told her to lie on the floor. he called to Naomi who reluctantly came as she was commanded. " i want you to make love to your sister's pussy with your mouth as she did for you." he told her. Naomi got down on her knees then stretched out flat on her stomach. Marina's wet, almost hairless pussy in her face. the soldier stood admiring her toned milky body. her legs amazingly long for her age. "now," he spoke to Ariana, "sit on your sister's face. i would like to watch all of you dirty whores pleasure eachother." he looked to their mother, " go suck your husband's cock while he watches his daughters fuck. i would assume his cock is hard as mine and could use some attention." she approached her husband and got to her knees. she rubbed his already massive errection through his pants. the soldier, growing impatient screamed at her, "SUCK IT NOW BITCH!" she slid his pants down and took his huge hard cock in her mouth, sucking the head and licking all the way up and down his long shaft. "mmmmmmmm" her husband moaned as she took in his entire erection. he opened his eyes seeing his daughters fucking eachother. Naomi lapping at Marina's sweet cunt as she sucked and loved Ariana's pussy with her tongue. the sound of his daughters' moaning with the loud sucking and slurping of his wife on his cock, as he felt her gagging on it was almost too much for him. he looked down at his wife as his cock disapeard into her mouth and wanted to push her head down on it. if only his hands weren't tied.... as he felt the head of his dick tickling the back of her throat he felt the first wave of his orgasm approaching. " oh yes, baby don't stop." his wife pumped his cock harder and faster with her mouth. " yes, yes, suck it!" she shoved it down her thrat ramming it in as far as it would go. tasting his precum. her cum dripping off her pussy. " AAHHH, AAAHHH, AAAhh" her husband yelled as he shot his load all down her throat and in her mouth. she lapped his cum of his prick until he was clean. sucking it off his balls. " now come here bitch and suck your daughter Marina's tits." Marina let out a quick gasp when she felt her mother's tongue caress one of her nipples. her mother then straddled her so she could get access to both of Marina's breasts, with her ass in Naomi's face. she sucked one of Marina's nipples into her mouth while caressing and pinching the other. Marina who was extremely close to losing her mind with passion, went wild in Ariana's cunt. spreading her lips wide, exposing her clit. Marina rolled Ariana's clit between her teeth. Ariana rose up and arched her back" yes sister, more. please" she pleaded. marina rolled it agian then suckled it. she put her finger into Ariana's wet pussy hole and slowly fucked it as she licked from her hole all the way up to her clit. burrying her face in Arian's hot creamy cunt. Ariana closed her eyes, letting the waves of pleasure take her over as she rode her sister's slick wet tongue, grinding her cunt agianst Marina's face. " oh yes, it's so good." when she opened her eyes there was a second soldier standing in front of her. he was short and and overweight and looked like he hadn't had a bath in months. "you like fucking your sister's face whore? let's see how you like to have your face fuck! ha ha ! OPEN YOUR MOUTH WHORE!" he yelled. as Ariana opened her mouth to protest he shoved it in, grabbing her by the head and forcing her young inexperienced mouth up and down on his cock. ramming his 7 inches down her throat agian and agian as he used his other hand to squeeze her nipples hard enough for her to moan around his cock in protest. " shut up bitch and clean my cock. i am going to cum all over your face." Ariana tried to suck as hard and fast as she could, wanting it to be overwith so she could be done with him and enjoy her pleasure with her sister once agian. a third soldier approached the group. he stood stroking himself and watching for a momment. his focus was mostly on Naomi. her youthful body made him lust for her. he knelt on the ground next to her, spreading her legs widely apart. Naomi turned back to look at him in shock and horror. when she saw him the horror faded. he was very attractive and she actually felt a wanting for him. she spread her legs a little wider for him so he could slide his finger up and down her wet and hot slit. oh that felt so good. as she sucked licked and tongue fucked Marina's soaked mound the soldier lifted her up on her knees, spread her legs and ass wide and proceeded to lick her from her clit to her asshole. he continue to fuck her ass with his finger and eat her pussy until she came for him. "now that you are ready for me i am going to fuck you." he told her. he put his cock on her hole and let it rest there. Naomi could feel it throbbing agianst her pussy. she wanted it. she was so ashamed of herself. she couldn't help it though. something inside her was screaming "YES FUCK ME!" the soldier behind her slid his shaft halfway in when she screamed in pain. he waited for her screams to subside then thrust himself quickly and smoothly into her deep wet tunnel the rest of the way. Naomi screamed agian, her little body heaving in breathless pain. the soldier waited for her pain to subside, then started to move slowly. giving her little pussy time to adjust to his huge cock. he didn't want to hurt the girl, just relieve this constant errection he had since leaving for the war. as the soldier started moving more and more Naomi relized that this didn't hurt anymore. the feel of his prick running in and out of her hole was actually very nice. a little moan escaped her. " i see you like my cock." the soldier said to her. "you're so tight." Naomi turned her attention back to Marina. running her tongue in and out of her pussy tasting her cream while her soldier fucked the shit out of her. " lick your mother's pussy too" he instructed Naomi as he slid a finger wet with Naomi's cum into her mother's asshole. their mother let out a loud moan " ooohhhh yyyyeeess" the soldier fucking Naomi's sweet little pussy said " yes, your husband doesn't do that for you huh?" he finger fucked her asshole harder and faster as little Naomi ate her mother's and Marina's pussies. the room was filled with moans, wimpers, grunts, and exclamaitions of pleasure. Ariana had almost accomplished her goal of sucking her soldier off. he was grunting and mumbling at her, calling her names. her cunt was throbbing around Marina's tongue. it wouldn't long until she came now.as she whined and wimpered around the cock in her mouth, the soldier pulled his cock out and shot his huge messy load all over her face and tits. Ariana thought it was wonderful. it was so hot and warm. and she made him do that! it drove her over the edge. she started to buck wildly on Marina's face. the sounds of Marina's moans smothered by her cunt driving her further. Marina was hanging on by a thread when Naomi lifted her legs and licked her asshole. working it over good. fucking it with her tongue. as Ariana's orgasm began to peak, Marina went with her. Marina's cum trickling down to her little puckered asshole and into Naomi's mouth. both sisters cumming together. with Marina taken care of, Naomi returned her attention to her mom's pussy. sucking and fucking. licking and lapping as she was pounded from behind. Naomi drove her mother to orgasm getting hotter herself by the minute. as their mom's wails of pleasure shattered the room, Naomi started to moan with pleasure. the soldier pumping her pussy hard and fast never slowing down. " YES YES! DON'T STOP FUCKING MMMEEEE! I'M GONNA CCCCCUUUUUMMMM!" as she lost herself in her orgasm the soldier pulled out and shot stream after stream of his hot cum all over her smooth back. the soldier collapsed on top of Naomi. his cock still inside her swollen, throbbing, cum drenched, cunt.
Marina was coming back to her senses. feeling the soreness in her private area. she looked around and noticed the rest of the soldiers. most stroking themseves and leering greedily at her and her mom and sisters. she realized that their night here was far from over.
7 more soldiers to go if this one gets good ratings! |
Title: 10 Soldiers- part 3
Tags: Fiction, Males / Females, Oral Sex, Rape
Introduction:
takes place in the civil war time period
Content:
Marina was hanging on by a thread when Naomi lifted her legs and licked her asshole. working it over good. fucking it with her tongue. as Ariana's orgasm began to peak, Marina went with her. Marina's cum trickling down to her little puckered asshole and into Naomi's mouth. both sisters cumming together. with Marina taken care of, Naomi returned her attention to her mom's pussy. sucking and fucking. licking and lapping as she was pounded from behind. Naomi drove her mother to orgasm getting hotter herself by the minute. as their mom's wails of pleasure shattered the room, Naomi started to moan with pleasure. the soldier pumping her pussy hard and fast never slowing down. " YES YES! DON'T STOP FUCKING MMMEEEE! I'M GONNA CCCCCUUUUUMMMM!" as she lost herself in her orgasm the soldier pulled out and shot stream after stream of his hot cum all over her smooth back. the soldier collapsed on top of Naomi. his cock still inside her swollen, throbbing, cum drenched, cunt.
Marina was coming back to her senses. feeling the soreness in her private area. she looked around and noticed the rest of the soldiers. most stroking themseves and leering greedily at her and her mom and sisters. she realized that their night here was far from over.
PART 3
The soldiers had decided to take a break to eat. They allowed the women to put their torn and tattered dresses back on. The women were then forced to repair a meal for them all. Forced to listen to and endure the lewd and perverted comments and taunts by all the men. They let the women eat, but only if they were fed by a soldier. Forced to beg for their food. One soldier even forced Naomi to recite the Pledge of Allegiance for a scrap of chicken. The girls’ mother had to perform blow jobs for a slice of bread. Ariana was eating from one soldier’s hand as another sucked her nipples and stroked her pussy.
All the women now sat in the corner of the parlor. The soldiers had finished their meal and were drinking. Their loud and boisterous banter had started to quiet down some. Marina knew it was coming. She could see it in their eyes. "Oh no! All of them?” she thought to herself as four of the remaining soldiers started to amble their way. “This can’t be happening.” she thought as the soldiers stepped up to the little group. The soldiers picked the girls up off the floor and pointed them in the direction of the dining room. When they approached the large table, the first soldier kicked a chair aside and threw Marina onto the table and spread her legs wide. He thrust two fingers into her tight cunt, bringing a moan of protest form Marina. “He’s so rough.” Marina thought as the soldier finger fucked her and savagely fondled her breasts. She looked to see where her mother and sisters were.
Ariana was on the opposite end of the table. She looked at the soldier who had claimed her with trepidation in her big grey eyes. He hopped onto the dining room table and pulled his long cock out and stroked it. Ariana stood in front of him only half covered in her pitiful dress, not sure what she should do. “Let your top down.” He instructed her. Ariana fumbled with the fastening on the back of her dress. The impatient soldier reached forward and ripped the front of her dress to her waist. In shock, Ariana looked at him as if he had slapped her.
“Shake them for me.” the soldier told her. She wanted to resist but knew he’d only hurt her if she did. So she moved her shoulders back and shook them. The soldier stroked himself faster as her young, creamy tits swayed back and forth. “Come here bitch. I want to put my cock between your tits.” Ariana went to him and bent down resting her breasts on his thighs. His gaze roamed her young face, her breasts. He liked the way they looked fuller resting on his legs. He took her hands and placed them on the sides of her breasts, then pushed them together around his hard cock. Moving them up and down to show her what he wanted.
He let go and Ariana took over. Bouncing her tits up and down his long, hard, shaft. “Lick the head of my cock while you titfuck me.” he demanded. Ariana licked his mushroom head as she squeezed her breasts in tight. “Do you like the taste of my cock?” he asked her. “Yes.” She replied. The soldier moaned with pleasure as she started to suck his cockhead and stroke his dick faster with her tits. He began to thrust his cock through them. Helping her stroke. She met each of his thrusts until he grabbed her by her hair, dragging her mouth all the way onto his cock. Thrusting it into her soft, warm mouth. “I’m going to fucking cum! Yes, don’t stop slut!” he shouted. He released her hair and groaned loudly as he shot his hot, thick load down her throat. Ariana swallowed every drop of his salty load and kept sucking and licking until he pulled her away from his cock.
Marina’s mother was on the left side of the table. She was on her knees, on top of the table. The soldier who had chosen her ruthlessly finger fucked her asshole. He took his fingers out of her swollen asshole and shoved them into her wet pussy. She moaned in pleasure, giving herself over to the strokes of his fingers. He picked up the pace, stroking her cunt faster and faster.
He reached around her with his free hand and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Slightly pinching as he did, receiving a sharp intake of breath from her, he did it again. “Yes!” she cried. The soldier grinned knowing he would meet no more resistance from her. He dropped his pants and moved up close behind her. He rubbed her warm, wet, sex. Finding her clit he stroked it a few times. He then slapped her ass and said, “Tell me you want my cock!” As his hand came down hard again she yelled, “Yes! I want your cock!”
“That’s a good girl.” He told her as he shoved his hard erection as deep as it would go. “Ooooohhhhhh!” Marina’s mother wailed in pleasure and pain at once. She felt as if he had ripped her open. She could feel soreness as he began to thrust in and out of her. After a few minutes the soreness stated to fade.
She reached under and started rubbing her clit, driving herself to the edge. The soldier fucked her harder and faster. He grunted as he slammed himself into her pussy. She moaned as she felt her orgasm starting to take her over. When her tunnel tightened around his dick, he thought he was going to lose it.
Marina’s mom started to arch her back and moan. Her orgasm rocked her whole body as she stiffened and let out one long yell of pleasure. The soldier shot his hot load inside her as she moaned. He fell on top of her, causing her to collapse under his weight. After a moment he got up and pulled his pants back up. He fastened them and walked off. Leaving her lying on the table used and well fucked.
Meanwhile Naomi was on the right side of the table squatting in a chair with her legs spread wide like a butterfly. Her soldier crouched in front of her, his face hidden between her thighs. Her legs shook as he ran circles around her clit with his tongue. Naomi’s arms were wrapped around the back of her chair, her nails digging into the wood. She looked down at the soldier who was sucking her clit. Watching him turned her on. He spread her lips and ran his tongue from her pussy hole to her clit. She sucked her breath in through her clenched teeth, working her pelvis to meet his tongue. Shamelessly gyrating her hips, grinding her pretty, pink, pussy into his face.
His cock was growing uncomfortable in his pants. Straining against the rough cotton material. Getting harder and harder. He fumbled to pull them down to relieve the pressure. Once he finally accomplished his task, he returned his full attention to Naomi. He inserted two fingers into her slick hole. They slid right in. She was so wet and ready. His prick as if it would explode if he didn’t get inside her soon.
He stood, grabbing her by the hips and lifting her up some. He then straddled and sat on the chair backwards, lowering Naomi down onto his cock. She was so slick and stretched by the others; he had no trouble gaining entrance. She was still tight around his prick though.
Naomi started to move on him, rocking back and forth in a slow erotic motion. She felt his long, thick shaft in her belly. He grabbed her hips rocking her faster, taking control. Fucking her hard as he could with blowing his load. Naomi tilted her head back letting him have his way with her. “Oh yes…” she whimpered, starting to lift with her legs causing a different kind of friction.
The soldier grew closer to cumming as he pumped Naomi’s young pussy. He knew the girl was close too. So he reached behind her and slid a finger into her asshole. As he penetrated the puckered hole Naomi shook with her orgasm. “Don’t stoooppp!” she shouted. “Yes, cum for me.” The soldier sneered at her. “Cum on my cock!” as Naomi let her orgasm take over her body, he let his hot jizz go as well.
Naomi’s body went limp with exhaustion. She slumped against the soldier. He lifted her slightly and pulled his cock from her sodden cunt. He stood and redressed, then lit a cigarette that he had rolled after dinner. He threw his match down at her feet and stood looking at her for a moment with a strange look on his dirty face. He then shook his head and walked away.
As Marina watched her mother and sisters being used so casually. She kept praying this nightmare to end. She tried to resist succumbing to the pleasure, but she couldn’t stop herself. She felt ashamed. If anyone found out about this, they would be cast out from society.
Bringing her attention back to what was happening to her; she realized the pain had broken her thoughts. The soldier had noticed she had slipped away from him and bitten her nipple. She looked down to see a drop of blood trickle down her breast. “You can’t quit until I’m finished with you bitch. Don’t slip off anymore.” He warned her.
He grabbed her thighs and drug her toward him slightly off the table. Leaving her with the edge digging into her back. She could feel the splinters cutting through her skin. He fucked her hard and fast, not caring what she felt. As she tried to fight the blackness that threatened to take over, the soldier continued his careless rutting. He maliciously rammed his hard cock into her tired little body over and over. She must have blacked out because she didn’t know when he had finished with her. She was on the floor. She began to look around.
Then she spotted Ariana, bent over the table, the skirts of her tattered dress hiked up above her pale, smooth ass. A soldier behind her, fucking her in the ass with possibly the biggest penis Marina had seen all night. Marina continued to watch as the soldier fuck her little sister’s ass. Ariana was taking in his entire cock. She was making a face that seemed to be torn between pleasure and pain. As Ariana moaned and whimpered, the soldier rammed three fingers into her tight pussy. With his other hand he began to spank her small ass. Leaving red marks that covered her whole tender cheek.
Ariana began to push herself backwards to meet his thrusts, mumbling and moaning incoherent words. He felt her body tense and began pumping his shaft into her faster, trying to get off before she went without him. Ariana screamed her orgasm for the whole house to hear. The soldier pulled his cock out and relieved himself of his seed on her back and her hiked up skirts.
A few minutes later, the last three soldiers walked into the room. They all wore wicked expressions. In fear of what was to come now, Marina huddled in the corner. The soldiers picked the girls’ mother to get on the table. They then instructed her to masturbate for them while her daughters sucked their dicks. “And beg us to fuck you.” One soldier added.
They all pulled a chair up close to the table to view the show. After that they picked which girl they wanted and put them to work. As the girls sucked the cocks they had been assigned to, their mother begged and pleaded for the soldiers to put their cocks in her pussy. She moaned and huffed as she stroked her pussy for her audience.
When the girls had stroked, licked, and sucked the soldiers to their breaking point, their mother was instructed to lie on her back and hang her head off the table. They all then stood and cummed all over her face as she finished stroking herself to orgasm.
The next morning the women were made to prepare breakfast and service the men one last time. The soldiers then left their home. As Marina watched them leave, she just felt relieved that the whole thing was over and they were all alive and safe. |
Title: ( 10 ) Steve gets a load of new guys this time
Tags: Diary, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Bestiality, Bi-sexual, Black, Fisting, Group Sex, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
a great way to make money
Content:
The last long weekend at Steve's had earnt us $1500, not bad as we enjoy the fucking, but seeing as he is charging the guys to cum along and fuck us, Its only fair we get some of the money.
So when Steve said he wanted to arrange another long weekend, we set it up for 2 weeks time, saying to make sure Carol comes along, but not to tell her about the money, as she might get upset.
Friday night we got to Steve's around 6 pm, a few cars aready praked in his drivway told us things would start straight away, so stripping of we walked in, the guys more than happy to see us, cocks stood up as Joy walked in naked.
We soon got thier cocks wet in our holes, more guys turned up later as we were kept them all busy, my ass was opened up and a good load of cum dropped in very quickly by one of the new guys, Joy also had a fresh cock filling her pussy as another guys fucked her mouth, while she sucked a cock or two.
Steve took Joy, impalling her frimly on his cock, then told another guy to shove his cock in with his, both fucking her ass nicely. She always looks good with two or three guys using her, I went over and stuck my cock in her mouth as another cock eased into my ass, as he thrust into me, my cock went down her throut, Steve looked up with a appreicative smile, he knows now that we will be here till Sunday having fun, and now we both make some money too.
They fucked Joy for ages, before filling her ass with their cum, she swung around, sucking both cocks dry as steve ate the cum from her hole.
As the night progressed we both took on all the guys, and took turns having his dogs fuck us too, I guessed about 20 guys were here tonight, as Joy took on the black horse for her first one this weekend, the guys love seeing her ass or pussy taking his bog cock, they always cheer her on, I watched her let Steve shove his cock in her ass, Joy sniffing the amyl as Steve gave the horse plenty of mares scent to get him going.
She took it all in her ass, the flared head bulging her body as it held the cum inside her hole, then whilst still coming, he pulled back, more cum splashed over her body and the guys around her, I went over licking horst cum from her body with the help of a few other guys, others fucked her gapping ass or pussy as we did.
I took on the next horse, his cock going in nicely, it sure does help sniffing the amyl though to loosen our anus, as thier cocks are huge, but once in, what a feeling.
He fucked me for about 5 minutes before filling my body to over flowing, if the head holds firm the pressure of the cum can hurt a bit, my orgasm kept coming as he flooded my bowels to the max, then as I had one huge orgasm his cock slipped out, cum shot over my back, as I tried to hold in as much of his cum as I could.
Once I could walk, I stood over Joy, and let it drop into her mouth, she ate it all as I went down kissing her and sharing his load, a cock shot up my ass and fucked me whilst I bent over.
By early morning we had both taken on all the dogs and horse's, as well as the guys, our holes more than contented we told them it was time for some rest, ready for the long weekend to come.
All day Saturday guys turned up and used our bodies, when either of us felt ready we took on a horse to give them a show, Joy always gets the most guys watching, which is expected, bt I enjoy them just as much, we saw Steve talking to the guys, some we had never seen, others had fucked us before, but still more turned up.
At one time whilst I was taking a break, I spoke to Steve, and asked him how come there were so many guys here, he had put a advert in one of the contact mags and shops, telling people about the orgy, so he was busy talking to them on the phone and of course taking the money when they arrived for a lot of the time.
I told Steve that even we had a point where our bodies couldn't go any further, so no more than 50 or so today please, and laughed as I wobbled away.
Joy was going well, most of the time she was happy with two or three fucking her, knowing if we let the horses fuck us to much our holes would get to sore, but still the amount of cum pooling under her was growing quickly, some guys will only fuck with a condom, but often pull that off to blow over her face or in her mouth, but most like to fuck us and fill our holes with cum, feeling the heat from other guys cum inside us, is also a turn on for a lot of guys too.
As the sun went down things got busier, we kept up the pace, taking on two or more guys at a time to keep them all happy, I saw Joy really going of when three guys used her and made her cum just about constantly, when I saw thier cocks, no wonder each one was about 8 inchs long and thick.I'll say this carefully, we don't have many dark guys turn up, because where we live the numbers are low, but when I saw a nice big dark cock aimed at my butt, I pushed back hard, his meat felt great, filling my ass nicely he took his time working my g spot and sending me higher than any other guy had today, he was really good, I turned and told him I want your number before you leave please.
I sucked on a few more cocks and then asked him if he wanted to dp me with another cock, he smiled and said could I take it, I replied, can only try, with that I found a willing hard cock and lay over him, sliding him in first I asked the dark guy to shove his cock back in, he went slow but soon found his balls slapping against my ass, both worked up speed as my orgasm took over my body.
All too soon one of them jerked and shot me full of cum, looking back it wasnt the dark guy, so once more another hard cock was sought out and I slide on that, going back to enjoying two more cocks fucking my ass, then a wilder more intense jerking, as both guys set one another off, that was it, I shook and went crazy in a huge anal orgasm, when we slowed and I lay next to them, the dark guy said that was great, he had never dp an ass before.
I said want to see how I can open up for cocks like that, he smiled, so walking out side and lay on the frame, Steve led the horse up and his cock went in my cummy ass, and with some amyl and a few more strokes the full lenght filled my ass, my mouth now stuffed full of a growing black cock.
He really enjoyed seeing me take on the horse, his cock was hard in seconds, my mouth having trouble getting more than half in, then when the horse blew his cum deep inside me, I thought i was going to choke on his cock, he pushed it so far in I gagged big time, then the horse pulled back, cum shot over us both, his cock pulled out of my mouth as he was hit by reams of horse cum.
He lay in front of me now, shocked by the sight he had just seen, horse cum showing up white on his skin, I stood over him and dropped out more, including what every cum was left from his session too, his face was one of pure delight.
I asked his name, Lewis said hello, and told me that was worth every dollar he had paid, I said its not over yet, come with me, and told several other guys to join us, going in the shower, I knelt down, soon my body was a wash with piss, Lewis looked on stunned, but I saw him grab his cock and wait, as his piss started he aimed it at my face, hot piss streamed out, joining the stream from other cocks.
I told him to stop mid stream then bent over, sliding his cock in my ass once more, then said let the rest go now, at first he had trouble but my ass soon felt the heat of his piss inside me. I asked Lewis if he had ever tried water aports before he nodded No, holding his hand I got him to kneel, my cock now let fly, washing the horse cum from his beauifull body.
Lewis and a few others joined me in the shower, before we headed back for more fum, Joy was now taking one of the horses, so Lewis went out to watch her ass being ripped apart by him, as I was bent down and used once more.
The rest of the night and Sunday went along much the same, as Joy and I took on every guy that turned up, and gave then a show with the dogs and horsees, but Sunday after noon we had to call it quits, our bodies worn out, and every hole twice as big as when we arrived.
We made sure we swapped number's with Lewis, and told him to call soon, he was more than happy and left smiling. Joy spoke to Steve as we left, her dress still in the car, but he gave her a small bag, saying thanks, as we drove home, Joy opened the bag, over $2000 she guessed, not bad for a good fucking, Lewie would be more than happy fucking us free next time we said too. It was a shame Carol hadn't turned up but more cocks for us. |
Title: 10 ways to get laid in oakland, ca
Tags: Information
Content:
10 Ways to Get Laid in Oakland, California:
Practical Aid for Young Heterosexual Males with Low Income and Average Looks
By Misha Firer
1. Writing Group
Rudimentary principle of engagement (hitched to the rubric “Writing Group.” Online resources: SF Station, Craigslist.com. Also, see 6): compensate the car-less and houseless loser-hood with fluffy verbatim of cult authors’ prophecies inspired by their consumption of lysergic acid diethylamide. Image: benign undiscovered genius. Dress code: shabby, but elegant. Don narrow-framed glasses, super-gel $15 haircut, don’t shave for three days, bring double-spaced personal essay (can be shoplifted from anywhere on Internet) as introduction. Look out for real geniuses; if on the premises, find another group. Useful resource: Stanislavski Principle (available in Oakland Public Library). Meeting one: locate the post-industrial-capitalism-bashing, bashful epistolary buff. Likely candidate would be: neo-gothic, unconscious in choice of clothes, kinky, prone to bouts of ennui, or/and depression. Meeting one conclusion: set up an email exchange for innocent flirtation. Suggested authors for borrowing snappy lines: Will Self, Martin Amis, Haruki Murakami (available in English translation). Meeting two: cement the melancholic, aloof image. Impress, impress, impress. Casually invite your pick to a reading by a famous fraud in your local bookstore (Diesel on Telegraph Avenue or Barnes & Noble on Jack London Square). Later on invite to a Mexican eatery. Downplay your lack of finances. Let your date pay for you. Remark on the margins: sentimentality equals pornography. Granted, gear bullshitting (intelligently lubricated) towards parental traumas that compelled you to start writing. Further suggestion: father abandoning pregnant mother. Possibility for dramatization: finding AWOL dad years later. Take a walk. Your carefully staged aloofness has just been paid off. Your silences speak volumes. From hereon let yourself be guided. She is thoroughly enchanted. Your stoic stainless steel aura is galvanized by sudden bursts of creative inspirations. Share them, although it’s against your nature. She has been chosen. Continue along the same lines with common sense, while heading for your artist studio. Probability of getting laid that night (statistic based on the author’s and four other individuals’ experience): 88%.
2. Coffee Shop
Average starting salary: $7 per hour (fluctuates in $1 range). Expect additional income in tips (anywhere from $5 to $30 per shift). Form of payment: paychecks. Requirements for application: rudimentary ability to provide customer service; minimum IQ coefficient 60; references (complimentary, not obligatory). You will be taught to operate espresso machine (a blind from birth first-grader would be able to master) and register (computer keyboard principle). Why you should be interested: 70-80% of employees are college-age females. Warning: sexual harassment proliferates; thus if you move impulsively in your courting efforts you will lose your job. Notwithstanding: solid profligacy on the working side of counter will encourage you. That said, it is strongly recommended not to hasten tempted by proximity of boyfriend-less, faux-sophisticated females in their late teens and early twenties. Remember: God (Christian, Muslim and Jewish) rewards those who are patient. But waste no time, do your research (it is also said that God rewards those who help themselves). Compile the list of your unattached co-employees. Carefully befriend each one. Advice: read Dale Carnegie (available in all bookstores and libraries of Oakland). Learn their interests (centered on TV shows) and use that information for all its worth for your innocent flirtations. Warning: be conscious of what you say, for rumoring is the most popular entertainment there. Your choice would be: a student of anthropology struggling to shoulder the tuition bills, undecided regarding the vector of her adult life, quiet, hard-working, but perennially grumpy for she definitely deserves a better-paying job. Your relationship with the manager is impeccably congenial. Thus you arrange to work on the same shift with your pick. Recommendation: invite her for the date no sooner than the third co-shift. Invite to an inexpensive, fancy-looking restaurant. Align your life hardships with hers (college unpaid bills, uncertainties in reference to the imminent future). You are both inflicted with the same dream-shattering-cruel-fucked-up-world syndrome. Reiterating statement: excessive sentiments equal pornography. Advice: be yourself, but more so, more like her. Chances of winding up in sack after the dinner: 75% (statistic based on the author’s experience and cases of at least nine individuals). If you fail, set up next date a week hence. Spend your work time inquiring into the dating prospects with other female co-workers whilst cementing your relationship of kin spirits with your initial pick. Observation: if the second date doesn’t wind up with carnality, the chances are you have blown it.
3. “Raiders” (contributed by Chip W.)
“Raiders,” our local Oakland football team has lost -- if I’m not mistaken -- fourteen games in a row, and yet it still has a substantial number of adherents. Here, in particular, I wish to concentrate on the female group of supporters (and I don’t mean cheerleaders).
I work in a downtown office, two blocks from the Estuary. I don’t remember how exactly I heard (or overheard) this interesting piece of scoring information, but in reference to it I’m a living proof of its effectiveness.
About four years ago, when the lofts peaked in architectural fashion and high-tech boom still promised eternal profits, they built a whole bunch of them on the outskirts of downtown, near Jack London Square. After the Dot-com Bubble popped, the lofts remain largely unoccupied. Except for one three-story concrete monstrosity (102 Jackson St., corner of 3rd St), which “Raiders” team purchased in order to provide temporary accommodations for their new players. Consequently it became Mecca for chicks that want to hit with big bucks. Come Friday or Saturday night and you can see an incredible amount of chicks milling around the building, waiting to be admitted for some action.
Here’s what you have to do if you want to get a piece of action for yourself. Procure a parking permit to park on the ground floor. It’s kind of hard, but possible. I hooked up with the proprietor (a very likable Norwegian) of the “America Ground” café located on the same block and “leased” his parking spot for $200 a month.
Here’s how it works. You’re one of the “Raiders” employees. You’re dressed in your office garbs. You drive an inexpensive car, no need for anything fancy. Slowly you near the building, stop and begin to fumble in your pocket or wherever looking for the remote control to open the gates to the ground floor garage (the Norwegian would kindly provide you with once you “lease” his spot). Immediately the chicks flock to you and ask, well, basically beg you to usher them in. You say, “Come on in, but I can’t promise you anything. The guys must be booked for tonight.” But those chicks are really desperate! You have a carful of boiling hormones and in you drive.
You park at some empty spot with white print that says “Raiders’ Management” and lead them to the entrance of the building. You tell them to wait by the elevator, while you go up and talk to the guys. The girls squeal happily, while you keep your cool. For you it’s business as usual. Ten minutes later you return and say, “No luck, girls. But tomorrow for sure. There’s an important game and guys will wish to relax after it. I guarantee to get you in.” You are their guarding angel. You have chosen them for this, ahem, privilege. Thus you need payment in advance. Naturally. And the chances are you
The catch is you can fool them once, twice, then this whole gathering has its eyes on you the fraud. So it’s not a long-term thing. But for a short-term, you’ll get more than you have ever hankered for!
4. Soccer
Locations: McArthur Park, Wednesdays 6PM; Ohlone Park Tuesdays 7PM; Piedmont High School Saturdays 12PM and Sundays 4PM. Reason: unisex teams. Level of players’ skills: zero to moderate. Requirements: very basic physical form. Ability to run: not obligatory, but complimentary. Knowledge of rules: will be taught on the premises. Equipment: sneakers, shorts, T-shirt. Cleats are encouraged. Don’t forget to bring drinking water. Tip: never forget to apologize loudly each time you lose the ball to the opposite team or inadvertently push/tackle/hit a player. Team spirit: moderate to high. Rules of engagement: just show up and articulate your wish to play. Author’s recommendation: Piedmont High School. Percentage of unattached female players: 40. Catch: you have to be 30+. Exception: two players below the age 30 are allowed for each of four teams. Complication: memorizing names of all players in your team (eleven by the rule, but the actual number varies). Why: while yelling for the “pass” it is handy to know the name of the person who currently is in the possession of the ball (also, see Dale Carnegie). Once you get a knack at the game (a less violent version of football only you use feet instead of hands), you will see how to get leverage with your female co-players. It is simple: always moon around the gates of the opposite team and wait for the ball. The person who scores the goal gets all the laurels. Average amount of goals per game from both sides: 4. Thus: double score = an absolute hero. Turn on: dribbling (ability to bypass the steam-rolling players of the opposite team), sweating (both smell and texture; T-shirt clinging to the body etc), panting (not too heavily), yelling on the run (killer line: “George, pass it on, for Christ’s sake!”). Best time to strike: on the break/at the end of the game. Quality of the female players: varies -- sporty to lumpy. Competition: males are blissfully centered on the game. Multiple dating: guaranteed. Bed: close to 100% (statistic based on the feedback from twelve individuals including the author).
5. Lake Merritt
Parameters: S-shaped, diameter: 10.5 miles. McArthur Boulevard and Webster St. on the East, 10th Street on the West. Connects to the Estuary via underground aqueduct. Office buildings along the North side. Residential middle class neighborhoods on the South: your fishing grounds. Reason: lone female walkers. Competition: Discmen. Requirements: any outfit that can categorize you as “doing sports exercises.” Attention: do not approach joggers; they are the elitist group of amateur athletes. Turn off: cigarettes, glasses, hands in pockets. Turn on: glazed eyes, bared muscles (if you have none, refrain from wearing tight T-shirts), springy gait. Rules of engagement: say “hello” and proceed to speak about healthy way of life. Timely confession: how you changed your ill ways and got reborn through walking/jogging/running. Still better: organic diet. Resources: browse Internet for calorie accumulation/calorie burning data. Especially effective on: weighty walkers comprise 75% out of total number (statistic based on five individuals:). Your co-walker would be: in her late 20s/early 30s, college-educated, has a sedentary job, spends approximately 4 hours per day on the coach in front of the TV, sleeps approximately 9 hours per day. Your offer: walk together from now on. Reason: your man’s company is better than her Discman’s. Average number of failures before the initial success: 3. Perfect place to go on a date: café in the Organic Food Emporium on Shattuck Avenue. Also consider: kayaking in the Estuary, swimming pool on Telegraph Avenue, skating rink on 19th Street. Author’s recommendation: hiking expedition in Point Reyes or around Diablo Mountain. Note on the margin: from thereof she is all yours.
6. Craigslist.com (with contributions from Chip W., Derek L. and Lou B.)
What is it: five years ago, a young San Francisco entrepreneur had foundered an Internet site that featured employment, real estate and dating sections. Henceforth it expanded and now it is the most popular resource for classified ads in Bay Area. Why: because things date-wise are happening online, especially on Craigslist (granted you reside in Bay Area; population: 5 million people).
Chip W. “Basically there’re two options on Craigslist for a straight guy to get laid. There’s “Women Looking for Men” (for the romantically-inclined) and my favorite “Casual Encounters.” The latter features a horde of mega-horny and ultra-perverted males looking to fuck and pronto, please. If you decide to put your ad up on “Casual Encounters” -- exaggerate, exaggerate, exaggerate. And even then you’re competing with approximately thirty m4f ads per hour (compare to two-three f4m ads per day). After reading these two-line masterpieces of sheer grossness, (example: “my engorged 7-inch dick will fuck your pussy, and if you have fewer than five orgasms in a row I’ll pay you a hundred bucks. Dublin area. Will travel within a seventy mile radius”) I’ve never even bothered to try. What you need here is patience. You got to perennially track down the brand new f4m ads from your job computer and immediately respond to them. Prepare a standard letter that you will send to each one of them. Plus take a digital naked pic of your body (face is not really required), so it would be at hand once you are asked for it. Misha Firer is a statistical buff, and he asked me to appraise the guys’ chances. The truth of the matter -- it depends. Basically it’s all about your persistency. You got to work on it every day, especially concentrate on weekends. I would say, at least two weeks to secure first lay. But once you get hang of it, it’ll go faster. Who you are dealing with here are jaded divorcée professionals with extra pounds who lead an insulated lifestyle, either new to the area, or too disillusioned by its night-scene. Count on one-night stand. She probably won’t have any desire to see you again. I’ve gotten laid three times and quit, because I found a girlfriend (offline).”
Derek L. “I disagree with Chip regarding posting ads on “Casual Encounters” – it does work in a long run. He’s right though it requires persistency. Post any crazy-shit ad every day for a couple of weeks in a row and you’ll get responses. My first success was a teenage chick, a Lenney College student. She was a bit on the overweight side, but wild as animal. Pinned me down to the bed, worked me over. Awesome. Then I had a string of other “casual encounters.” It’s true you won’t meet a supermodel here, but you’ll get your share of fun. I like “Women Looking for Men” section better though. It has a human side. You hook up and converse for a while via emails. Then, telephone calling routine. This way, it’s more like a hunting game, if you know what I mean. Then you go for a date to a restaurant. Who you meet is, naturally, somewhat far less attractive than what you had imagined. Fantasy, my friends, is our greatest enemy. From then on it’s the ordinary reality-TV stuff. What I like though is that chicks write a goddamn vita curriculum in their postings. So you know who she is, whether she is worth spending your time and money on. I met my current girlfriend through “Women Looking for Men.” She’s cool. But before I met her I had imagined someone still cooler :-)
Threads from “Romance” Forum on Craigslist.com
Chip W.: I agree with scientists in viewing romantic love as a composition of chemicals in the brain, having the same propensity and direct connectivity with sex. The former is nothing but a borsch of serotonin, dopamine and adrenaline.
Lou B.: Yes, and it serves an evolutionary function. There’s this ongoing competition read survival of the fittest for the female attentions. The female chooses a better-evolved male to bear a child. But females being human make mistakes, thus I think abortion is a very important prop for sustaining the principle of evolution. They say that current low rate of births is damaging society-wise. But I say it only strengthens society, because even if there are fewer children, they are genetically better.
Derek L.: That’s fascism, Lou. You are a fucking Nazi. Low rate of births is a matter of economics, not evolution. Personally, I think it’s pure selfishness.
Lou B.: Well, I can label you back. You are a sexist and a barbarian to throw in. You wish to relinquish individual conscious choice of a woman.
Derek L: Yes. Nature knows better.
Lou B.: You see, I told you – sexist and barbarian.
Chip W.: I think the greatest discovery of the 20th century was the discovery of the inexistence of soul. Our concept of romantic love is an atavistic leftover from our uncivilized past. One day, I believe, we’ll learn how to control “love” chemicals and everyone can be happily in love at will.
Derek L.: They had already invented it. It’s a drug called “ecstasy” (MDMA.)
Lou B.: Hey Lou, do you think women really believe in non-scientific love. Do they really believe in existence of “soul mate”?
Lou B.: Some do. Not that many. You see it’s hard to believe in it, when the social norms deny (even if indirectly) the existence of soul.
7. “Acupuncture & Massage Center”
Location: corner of 19th Street and Webster St. For whom it may concern: those who have abandoned hope to find a lady company for tonight/any night. How it may concern you: you can ask for a “special favor.” Note: fulfillment of “special favors” is not strongly encouraged by the management. Chances of being agreed on providing more than official service: 70% (statistic based on the feedback from seven customers including the author). Price of massage: $40. The massagers: foreign-born Asian women in their early and mid 30s. When to ask for “special favor”: at the end of séance. How to increase your chances: be courteous with the ladies, be well groomed (nice haircut, neat clothes etc.) Also: smile a lot. Warning: do not let them confuse you with an undercover cop. Thus: do not ask questions concerning the establishment, its management, workers’ country of origin and their status (legal/illegal) in America. Remember: the massagers are NOT obliged to provide you with any extra services. Suggested line of inquiry: “I still feel really tired and would like to have a more thorough massage.” If your massager concedes to your carnal desire, you will be escorted to the second (top) floor. There are two sparsely furnished rooms there. Payment: $100 for ½ hour. Suggestion: leave $20 tip – don’t burn bridges behind you. No’s: kissing on the lips, asking for kinky services (anal intercourse, spanking, watersports etc). Yes’s: straight sex with a condom, coming twice, body kissing.
Chip W. comments. “There’re actually six full-time brothels within four square blocks of that Massage Center. The total number of the brothels in the city of Oakland is mind-boggling: more than McDonald’s, Burger King and Wendy’s branches put together! Three days ago, on the way out of one of them (corner of 46th and Telegraph Avenue) I was spoken to by one of its clients, “Dead organics [a restaurant meal in this context C.W.] are at least ten times cheaper than live organics. Un-fucking-believable. Our great Western civilization is dead.”
8. Bar “Van Kleefe”
Location: 21st St. and Telegraph Av. Age of consent: 21 and older. Whom to expect: downtown workers relaxing after 9-to-5 routine, local artists, swinger couples, occasionally tourists. Note on the margin: the dining hall of seven candle-lit tables located behind the bar is a museum of random antique items (seventeen models of brass kettles set on a shelf; three-foot high bowling balls and six-foot statue of a Egyptian she-wolf seated on the floor; European paintings painted in oil featuring 19th century ships engaged in cannon-pummeling, smoke-blowing sea battles and newspaper clippings with pictures of three generations of torso-naked American boxers on the walls etc, etc). Atmosphere: semi-dark, intimate in a sinister way. Author’s characterization: fetishism of cultural displacement. Best time to come: Fridays. Why: swinger couples throng in droves (well, actually, in loose couples). Venue: a she-male Argentinean duo singing Celine Dion and Whitney Houston hits. How to avoid a fight with quasi-jealous, intoxicated husbands: know thy allies and listen to their directions. Your allies: an African-American, Ray Charles-imitating (dark glasses and everything) dude who checks your picture ID at the entrance; proprietor, a sleazy middle-aged Dutch (Ron Van Kleefe) with an eternal grin imprinted on his elongated face (check out his girlfriend: an ash blond with breast implants). Rules of engagement: offer to buy a drink, while carefully refraining from casting sidelong looks at the husband, who is consciously (but painfully) disregards anyone who hits on his wife. What you have to offer: variety to her monogamy. Advice: talk at ease; never mention the husband’s presence (who, the chances are, is hitting on the bartender). Beware: don’t go overboard -- use common sense. Good, but somewhat stale, joke: “Are these singers men or women?” Remember: you are NOT hitting on someone else’s wife. This is NOT adultery, because both parties (husband & wife) do this in mutual consent. Best time to bid a retreat: 1AM (the bar closes at 1:30AM). Place of retreat: always yours. Statistics for getting laid: depends on your womanizing skills. Subjective note: you got to be a sucker to go home empty-handed.
9. “Lenney” College
Location: a square block with Surf St. on the East, 9th St. on the West; next to Alameda Tunnel. Why: because three campus buildings feature the highest concentration of females under age 25 in Oakland. How to apply: online. Check www.lenneycollege.com for details. Tuition: varies. Grants: available. Suggestion: you can enroll (high school diploma required) for concurrent studies. This way you pay only $400 per course and can take any number at will with no obligations towards accumulation of degree and at the same time you legitimize your presence on the campus. Warning: do not lose your head. Especially popular with/populated by minorities: African Americans, Philippine-Americans, Chinese-Americans, Latin-American-Americans. Your best deal: out-of-town wide-eyed teenagers. Note: there is a government-sponsored program for the children of farm workers to study at “Lenney.” Number: uncertain. Apply your urban, urbane polish. Note: many students can hardly afford to rent residential space without sharing with roommates. Think in terms of your privileges: car/apartment/knowledge of localities etc. Further note: it is a progressive college. Currently profligacy is at record high (see, statistical appraisals in Lenney College Library). All-time favorite activity of the students: get drunk on Bud light and have sex with nameless bodies. What you can offer: about the same as male students. But: you have more life experience. Suggestion: offer to help with homework. Level of studies: primitive. Notice: do not appear too smart or too obsolete. Places to strike: lecture halls, hallways, lawns (feature an incredible amount of bikini-clad tanning students throughout the day). Conclusion: possibly best place to get laid in town while following all the standard rules of engagement.
10. Piedmont Shopping Mall
Piedmont is a rich neighborhood located on the east ridge of the Berkeley Hill. It has its own municipality, and always has striven to disconnect itself (futilely) from Oakland, which has an ill repute of the most criminal town in Bay Area. Why it may concern you: desperate housewives who have workaholic husbands. Piedmont features a splendid two-story shopping mall, where the above-mentioned wealthy (and equally insouciant) housewives tend to congregate. Why it is the hardest call in this list: they are afraid to lose their wealth (or at least some of it) through infidelity. Requires: a lion share of guts. Thing/or two to remember: any one of them can bring sexual harassment charges against you without batting an eye (even, if you succeed to have consented sex); jealous husbands (or the detectives hired to monitor wayward wives) might be on the premises. That said it’s a temptation hard to resist. Why: women are exceptionally beautiful, they keep expensive (and equally successful) diets, exercise regularly, dress sharply, wear dazzling mascara. Average age: 30-35. Most have children. Another serious impediment: women also rigorously monitor one another for the sake of gossiping and/or blackmail. Tips for the brave ones: approach casually, coolly, confidently; do not project desire, put the emphasis on your relative pennilessness; have a ready explanation how you wound up in this mall (best bet: because of your job). Do NOT invite for a date. What you want is no-strings-attached string of encounters to build up a sensation of security in her. Be extremely careful, but don’t get paranoid. Use common sense. With equal probability this can lead you to a most glamorous night in your life or/and to a jail cell. Chances to procure a lay: no feedback from those who tried whatsoever. Attention: the Author relinquishes any responsibility for the results of your courting efforts with the Piedmont women in regard to its sheer unpredictability and possible legal complications. Note: the Author strongly discourages to try all those who are self-insecure and especially those who have foul temper (further no-no list available upon a request). |
Title: 10 Years Of Rage: The Story of Daniel Hawkins
Tags: Fantasm, Cruelty, Extreme, Humiliation, Violence
Introduction:
PLEASE NOTE: There is nothing sexual about this story. I'm just trying out my writing skills. Tell me what you think... If I get enough good xomments, I'll start writing some sex stories.
Content:
My name is Daniel Hawkins. And this is the story of me and my "father." Growing up, there wasn't a single peaceful moment in my life. My father was an extreme binge drinker. I don't think there was a single moment in my life when he was sober, up until the day I was face-to-face with him in court. Before that, it was absolute hell. And now, I'm going to tell you about it.
I remember when I was about four years old. Almost every day, my dad would hit me at least once for no apparent reason. Even things such as getting up late in the morning earned me a spanking. And they weren't just any regular spankings. He was usually drunk and would reach for whatever was in arms reach to beat me with. My mother couldn't do shit about it for fear of getting it worse than me. It was like that all through fucking grammar school. I was angry. Angry that he could do such sadistic things to just a kid.
Things got worse as I went through elementary school. There were times when my dad would drag me down to the basement by the hair and subject me to beatings and torture that could be defined as medieval. Several times a month he would tie me up and actually whip me. He had a bullwhip that he would use on me whenever the fuck he wanted to. Not a day went by that my back didn't sting. I would lie to my friends whenever they patted me on the back saying I had just fallen down the previous night and was still kind of sore. Other things he would do to me were things like hanging me by my wrists with chains while he and his buddies beat up on me. There were times where I was tortured, electrocuted, and beaten for as long as whole night at a stretch. And by sunrise, I was covered head to toe in blood and bruises. My anger at him started to show as I drew near the end of elementary school, as I started taking it out on my schoolmates.
Junior high was perhaps the worst three years of my life. Not only were the beatings and torture getting worse by the day, but it started to show in my attitude. I had started listening to metal and punk music to try to vent my anger. I started looking the part as well, and started sitting in the back of classrooms. My teachers were worried, and not just because of that, but because I had seriously started to show my anger. I had pretty much become a bully by midway through seventh grade. I was pushing people around, beating them up, stealing their shit, you name it. I was in trouble every other week. This further drove my dad to beat up on me. It grew steadily worse by the week. Sooner or later, the teachers started noticing my marks and asked me where I had gotten them. I made up excuses like "I ran into the door" or "The cat scratched me." They bought it for a while, but by eighth grade, they started to get very suspicious. I felt that they knew I was getting abused and beaten up, and my dad found out about it. He thought I had gone and told someone that he was hitting me, and the beatings grew even worse. They were so bad that I was surprised I was still alive!
I became a freshman in high school and found a little bit of enlightenment. I found Andrea Davis, a sophomore who was so much like me. She was an intelligent girl, she was into my type of music, and she was very beautiful. It was love at first sight, and we started going out. My dad didn't like her, though. In fact, we went out to a party on Halloween night, and I didn't get back in until before sunrise. My dad gave me one of his worse beatings. He had started using spiked knuckles on me, for he couldn't find the whip. I had hidden it from him, and his drunken ass thought he had sold it for the knucks.
The beatings continued through the year, and I grew steadily more violent toward my schoolmates. Then came the day in April. I brought Andrea home to meet my mother, because I thought my dad was out somewhere. But when we walked in, in fact before we walked in, we could hear the shouting and cussing that told us otherwise. We ran into the room, and there he was, shouting my mother down, my mother doing her best to retaliate. We turned around to go to my room, but that's when we heard a clear, hard smack. We stopped dead in our tracks and turned around. I thought he had hit her, but it was the other way around. Yes, she had hit him. We were all speechless. He stood there, transfixed, and she stood there, looking horror struck by her actions. Then, with all his strength, he punched her dead in the jaw, knocking her onto the bed. He took his shirt off and leapt on top of her and started ripping her clothes off. I ran to try to push him off of her, but he delivered a punch to me like he never had before. It sent me crashing into the wall and I slid down. I managed to get back up in time to see Andrea pummeling him with her purse, trying to get him off my mother. He pushed her away twice, and when she ran up to him for a third time, the unthinkable happened. He got up and punched her in the head as hard as he could. She went stumbling and he then grabbed her and threw her on the bed and started trying to rape her. And a moment later, it happened. I started having flashbacks from the past ten years of my life. My life was flashing before my eyes as if I were about to die. I saw once again, all the beatings, the whippings, the torture, the pain, the suffering. They were coming back to me faster than a bullet. And then, seeing what was before me in real life, my dad, trying to rape the girl that I love, the girl that I would go to the ends of the earth to defend, to keep from harm, the rage I had been holding in for ten years exploded out of me like a volcano!
I suddenly charged at my dad, and with the force of an angry bull, tackled him to the ground. Then, with all of my might and energy, I started to unleash ten years of rage on him. And it wasn't just normal rage. It was a blind rage that I had never known or heard of. I punched and kicked him with all of my strength and was screaming at the top of my lungs, calling him every degrading name under the sun. he was crying, trying to fight back, telling me to stop, but that just fueled me to hit him harder. Then, the flashbacks of the torture he inflicted on me struck me once again. And as if she could read my mind, Andrea ran to my room and grabbed the bullwhip. I then grabbed my dad and took him to the basement door, after which I threw him down the stairs. I ran down the stairs two at a time and leapt back on him, bashing his head against the floor. Then I said to him in a menacing voice, and one in which I had NEVER spoken in, "You WILL respect me now, motherfucker!" Andrea came down and dragged my dad over to the hanging chains that I had been on so many times before. My dad was bawling and pleading for me to stop, but what I heard was, "You stupid, worthless prick I'm gonna take the bullwhip to your ass again " At this, I took a set of his brass knuckles and landed body shot after body shot, while Andrea chained his wrists up and left him to hang. He struggled and struggled, but could not get loose. Andrea then handed me the whip, and I screamed at my dad, "THIS IS FOR THE LAST TEN YEARS OF MY LIFE, MOTHERFUCKER!!!" And Andrea and I backed up, my dad still pleading for mercy, but it was no good; I had been pushed past the point of no return. I flung the whip back and cracked it against his back. He must have never felt anything like it, because he let out a scream like no other. This and the cut that appeared on his back were pleasing to me, and it fueled me to keep going. My rage was so blind that I can't remember how many lashes I gave him. All I know is, when I was done with whipping him, his back resembled a first-grader's scribbling with a red marker. Then a flashback from just moments ago came to me again. I remembered the sight of him trying to rape my mother, and then trying to rape my girlfriend, and I got the sickest idea ever. I unchained him and hit him some more. Then I saw the lead pipe that he had so many times used to bruise me up. I grabbed it and then I threw my dad over a table so that he was bent over. I then proceeded to beat his ass with it, every now and then, dealing him a blow to his gut. I then turned to Andrea, and again, she seemed to read my mind. I handed her the pipe and went back around to my dad's front. I snarled at him, "You wanna rape my mother, AND my girlfriend?! Well, now YOU'RE gonna feel what it's like to get raped!!!" He cried and screamed "No! No! PLEASE!" But I gave Andrea the signal to do it. She yanked his pants down and then, with all her strength, rammed the pipe into him. He must have felt pain beyond anything I had ever felt. The combined pain of Andrea ramming the pipe into his ass again and again, and the punches I was landing on him, made him scream louder than ever. I felt like a true sadist; I delighted in his agony. It continued for a good half hour of so, until I grew tired. I dragged him back upstairs and into the living room, where I threw him onto the floor. It was only then that I truly saw the aftermath of my handiwork. I had seriously fucked him up. Ten years of rage unleashed in about three-quarters of an hour. And then, I felt an uncontrollable urge to hit him again, and I obeyed it. As I let out one howling drawn-out scream, I drove every ounce of energy I had into the punch, which finally knocked him out cold . . . and then for me, everything went black as I fainted.
Six months later, my dad was the defendant in court. He faced multiple charges of child abuse, assault with a deadly weapon, and I had found out that a few days before I nearly killed him, he had raped two young girls. I sat in the courtroom, looking at him with a heavy scowl on my face, every inch of me just aching with anger. It was taking so much effort to keep myself from jumping over and beating up on him again. I had already been called to the stand, and I had said my bit. I was almost surprised that I hadn't been charged with attempted murder.
I was lost in my thoughts as I heard the judge speak, and I came back to reality.
"You may address your son."
My dad turned to look at me and began to speak in a shaky voice.
"Listen Danny, I know what I've done to you is wrong. All these years of beating you up, I wish I could take it all back. I wish I'd never started drinking. Look what it's done to us, to me, to you. It's all my fault. What I'm trying to say is.......I'm sorry, for all the beatings, the torture, the pain. I'm sorry."
"Now then, young man," said the judge, "Would you like to say something on that note?" I nodded my head slowly. So I walked up to him and stared him straight into his eyes. For some reason, I could not see any remorse, and so I stared at him in pure hatred and began to speak in a low, deathly voice.
"Dad, for ten years, I've had to put up with all of this. Look at what you've made me; a problem child. For ten years, you beat me, whipped me, tortured me, damn near killed me. And I despise you for that. Although you've made me that much stronger, that much tougher. I would thank you for that. But you know why I can't thank you for that? Because you crossed the damn line six months ago, when you tried to rape my mother. And there was sure as hell no turning back when you assaulted Andrea, the girl that I love, the girl that I will go to the ends of this earth to protect. You know now what I've been holding in for ten years. Yeah, I bet you are sorry that you made me the way I am. But after what you did to the people that I love, I cannot, and will not forgive you, EVER!"
I went back to my seat and saw that he was silently crying. Again, I felt that burn of sadism within me; I felt no remorse whatsoever in seeing him hurt.
The jury eventually came to a verdict of "guilty" on all charges, and was sentenced to life in prison with no parole for fifty years. When they said that, my dad looked as if he were about to have a heart attack. I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from laughing out loud. As Andrea and I left the courtroom that day, we looked back one last time at the man who called himself my father. His head was hung in regret and despair. I didn't give a fuck, though. He filled my life with pain, so now it was his turn to feel true pain. I had done what I had to, and now it was over. He was carried away in a police car, still being quiet and dark. And that was the last I ever saw of him. |
Title: 11-1 The Sniff Test
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Smelly knickers
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, hot tub fetish, (but no wheel changing today)
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-10) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.
Chapter 11-1 The sniff test
by StackofBooks
(3248 words)
I loved my new Takemine guitar. It just felt so nice in my hands, and its smell was just great. (I think you'll have noticed by now that my olfactory sense is very highly developed. Another way of saying I have a keen sense of smell. Not just for sex things such as pussies, but for everyday things: books, people's hair, electronic goods, foods - even opening a packet of something and just for a brief moment smelling the air of the factory in which it was produced - whether it was in China or Spain or the USA.)
I knew a few chords from a long time ago, as well as some single string melodies, such as Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
I also watched a couple of YT teaching vids, as well as downloading free chord charts and teaching documents.
Sooner or later though it was time I contacted Dean. And boy, am I glad I did, not just from the music point of view.
(Found out later how Bindi met Dean. She was in a music shop trying to find one for me. Dean was another customer, just browsing, and was attracted to her because of her sari, brown skin and very long hair. They got chatting, he played the Takemine for her - the sound and the tone was amazing. That's the one!, she said. He gave her his number as she said she wanted lessons. He thought, however, she would be the student - not me!!)
I arrived at a very nice house, and inside it was just delightful. His wife answered the door and introduced herself as Serena. She was even more delightful - a stunner in fact. Long auburn curly hair, a cute round face and a smile to break all hearts. People always ask me if I'm a tits, bum or legs man. You might as well ask me how long a piece of string is, because I don't have an answer. This lady had all three in abundance. Today she was wearing her specs, and as I am also bespectacled, I noticed. They're new, she said, I only got them yesterday. What do think?
For her, she was already as beautiful as a lily, but she'd managed to gild it. It's a stupid idiom as it means a waste of time, which it obviously wasn't in her case - and I told her they complimented her looks greatly. With me, my glasses just make me look 10-15 years older than I actually am. But having minus 5.5 dioptres, they're an absolute necessity.
You must be Steve. Come in, and make yourself at home. Dean won't be long. He's been doing a bit of gardening, and is just finishing off. Come and sit on the patio and drink some iced tea with us.
Dean was as tall and as thin as me, but there the similarity ended. He was much younger and very well built with rippling biceps and pecs, all topped off with blond hair. My first impression was that Margey would deffo like to investigate further.
We did all the general chit chat, and I noticed they had the same model of hot tub as us sitting 5 metres away. With yellow stains on the grass next to it. Surely not? The same fetish as us??
I had to tear my eyes away from his delectable wife, thinking about her peeing to make those stains, as we went into his home studio room. I was gobsmacked. Full of expensive electronic gizmos. The only things I recognised was a reel-to-reel tape machine and a mixing desk. Oh, and the padded leather office chair.
He asked me if I was happy with the guitar he had ***ed for me and I gushed a big effusive yes.
I showed him what I knew already, and he said it was a good start. He then took me through some basic music theory with some handouts and more advanced chord charts than I already had that he'd prepared in advance, saying it was important to have a solid foundation before 'building a house' on top of it.
I learned some new open chords, and he showed me the basics and principles of barre chords, mentioning it might be a while before I mastered them, but to keep trying and not give up. He demonstrated a few basic strumming techniques which I tried to copy, and he used his guitar to show how to pick (like you would on a banjo), but said that would be another lesson much further down the line. The important thing was for me to practise at least 30-60mins each day.
As we neared the end of our time, Serena came in and sat on his lap. They shared about how and when they had first met, and about Dean's song 'Proof of Love' he had written for her. He loaded the song into his computer with a few deft keystrokes and mouse clicks and it started. As Serena sang along under her breath in the chorus, I realised it was her beautiful voice harmonising to him on the recording. The song played to the end and she drifted away in ecstasy has he put his hands on her breasts from behind.
We got talking about the hot tub again, as they knew Adrian the installer like I did. Serena had a very sultry look in her eyes as she said maybe my wife and I would like to come over one Sunday for some fun and games. I decided to bite the bullet and call their bluff and said: Yes, certainly, and maybe add some more stains to your grass. We're into that sort of thing.
She came and sat on my lap and she could definitely feel my organ rising to the occasion as she whispered in my ear (loud enough for Dean to her): I would love to see and feel your yellow stream hitting my body. Her hot breath on my face and natural sweat smell inserted a rod of iron into my dick, and she bounced up and down slightly as if to acknowledge it.
I told her my partner (but she was not wife) was of Mexican heritage, and I saw Dean's eyes light up at the thought. Serena embarrassed him by saying: Great, he's always had a thing for chocolate Latino women and hopes to see her in the flesh, so to speak.
Thankfully, we left it there, before things got too steamy and made a date for Sunday.
When I got home, Margey and I went to see the BSB trio at Bindi's house as they'd invited us to sample some of the foods they were preparing for the Indian wedding. They'd agreed with the hotshot politician that his dinner party for 10 the week after would also have the same menu. For the outdoor 21st birthday party it would be more traditional fare, with perhaps a jalfrezi, biryani or kedgeree thrown in as an alternative to excite taste buds. Perhaps one or two Mexican dishes as well.
Neither of us two could claim to be experts on Indian food but to us it tasted excellent, professionally prepared and perfectly spiced.
After lunch, we sat round chatting, and the girls lamented they'd been so busy, they hadn't had time for boyfriends (or girlfriends). Beth & Suze came and sat on either side of me on the armchair (like old times), an arm of mine around each, and started stroking my face and chest, and twiddling their fingers in my hair. If there's one thing that gets my motor running it's someone playing with the locks on my head. And they knew that. Bindi kneeled down between my legs and began kissing my belly and inner thighs over my clothes. Mr Woody responded. Margey sat there opposite me, raised her skirt, pulled her flowery knickers to one side and rubbed her sticking out bean. Then pulled the garment off completely and threw it in my direction. Bindi caught her underwear and started sniffing them. Beth took them, said 'Mmmmm' as she stuck them to her nose. Suze also sniffed and showed me the gusset with a creamy snail trail. She forced me to inhale them deeply, then made me stick my tongue out and lick off the mucus which had come from my soulmate's cunt.
Suddenly, as if by telepathic consent, the girls got off me, and told me to close my eyes, inviting Margey to make sure I complied. There were rustling sounds, consistent with panties being taken off. They resumed their places sitting on me. Still without seeing, I had to identify whose was whose. Beth was easy as because she couldn't shower with me any more, her ripe unwashed pussy odour was distinctive. It took me a while, but Bindi's aroma was slightly more 'acidic' than Suze's. 3 out of 3!! 100% correct. I opened my eyes as Bindi pushed her brown skidmark under my nostrils and I got full value from that earthy smell. Suze's also had a mucus trail, but different in appearance and taste to her mother's. Beth's just smelled of stale and fresh urine, no marks at all.
Bindi said: Come upstairs, Steve, and fuck each of us. We're desperate. And I'm sorry about what I said to you at the dinner party about the size of your equipment. I was just teasing. You know that, don't you?
We went up to her old room, where she'd had a large bed installed, bigger than a king size. (Is that emperor?) Anyway, all five of us fitted on it with ease.
The rest of the afternoon was frittered away fucking, bumming or muff munching each other, all menu planning forgotten and put aside.
We had a good time, but you know what? We forgot to do pee drinks with each other that day!! No piss games either...
Margey was very excited about another wife swapping day. Especially when I described Dean's muscular physique.
She asked me to shave her pussy in the morning before we went. And on a whim, I asked to do me for the very first time. I admit it was a nice feeling, but in the next few days and weeks I found the stubble to be very irritating, and vowed never to do it again. Instead, we just always trimmed the hairs short (3-4 mm) with small scissors and that was sufficient.
Warm hugs and kisses as everyone greeted each other. Margey had bought some Mexican snacks with her, so we enjoyed those with white wine for the ladies, beer for the men.
They again related in more detail for Margey's ears about how they met, and Dean brought in his 12-string to give an impromptu live performance, with Serena harmonising in the choruses and double tracking him in the middle eight.
Turns out Margey was a fairly good singer (me, I cannot hold a tune at all), and they jammed some pop songs. She did a great solo rendition of 'Stand by me'
By then we were not drunk, but pretty merry.
So Margey and I related (in general overview) the problems with pee stains on our lawn we'd had, and how they'd been caused by the various piss parties we'd held. In particular, D & S's ears pricked up at the teen soccer girl team's contest, and I thought BSB might want to get involved at was almost certainly by now going to be the reverse fixture of swapping at our place fairly soon.
It was a coolish day, so we traipsed outside to their hot tub and took each other's spouse to undress them. The men were made naked first. Margey spent a lot of time running her hands over his muscles, and was astonished to see and feel his very long foreskin. She'd still be there to this day if we hadn't nudged her back to reality.
Unfortunately, Serena had no such good luck with my body but seemed to somehow still enjoy it.
Women next. We guys took our time taking off their clothes and we copied each other step by step, narrating to all our every move.
The two of them noticed simultaneously we were both shaven down below, whereas they were not. We admitted we'd done it just that same morning, and offered to do the same to them right now.
So back into the house, to their bedroom, and got the foam and the razors. Margey got Dean erect as she said it made for easier access to his bits. I got erect because I saw Serena's long labia for the first time. It was tricky to shave around them.
By the by, a hand mirror was produced for close up inspection and examination, then they both stood up and gazed at themselves in the cheval mirror.
I stood behind Serena and cupped her boobs, and Margey cupped his balls.
Someone said (it may have been me but it was never proven in a court of law): Last one in the hot tub has to clean it out after we're done today.
(The joke was actually a lead balloon as Dean told me later he never did anything to it himself. He paid one of Adrian's guys to do all the filters, chemicals and refill with fresh water every week.)
A mad dash happened and it was pretty much a dead heat. First, we all took our own places and sat down. Dean went to get our glasses, topped them up and we started getting tanked. At Margey's request, he stood up in front of her and she peeled back yards of his foreskin with a very nice glans underneath it. (I kept repeating the "I'm not gay" mantra in my head, but I very much liked it as well). Margey put her tongue in his peehole, then took the whole bell end inside her mouth.
Meanwhile, Serena had climbed up onto the seats beside me, with her thighs either side of my head, and that was my first chance to observe and play with her long extended pussy lips for the first time. She beckoned me in and I started toying with them gently. When she deemed I was pussyfooting around (that word being used advisedly) she pulled them wide apart herself and instructed me to put fingers and tongue inside.
After a while, the roles reversed: Dean was eating Margey out, and I was having a hard job not cumming as Serena expertly fellated me. Some women have that skill, some don't, but I think she was the best I've ever had.
As it was going on, we had a quick discussion about the next event in the Order of Service, and agreed to fuck the other's spouse and cum in their cunt. Margey bent over the side of the tub and Dean entered that way. I preferred Serena to sit on me facing me as I sat down. As we neared climax, I stood up and held her in my arms to get deeper penetration. She shuddered and shook so hard at orgasm I thought at first she might be having some sort of fit.
Thank you, Steve, that was one of the best ever.
No problem, ma'am, always happy to oblige. And doffed my imaginary cap to her.
The other two were still going hammer and tong so we watched the show. Margey turned over and laid on her back on the tub side and he pushed his long shaft in and out. Whether he knew or not about her favourite way to make her reach her high I don't know, but he dipped his hand in the water and inserted his middle finger into her anus as he pumped his spunk right against her cervix. She's not usually a loud person during sex, but gave out such a loud happy shriek of ecstasy, it could have woken the dead.
Fucking hell, Dean. If Serena gets that every night, then I'm moving in here.
You're welcome, milady. My first Latina and I'm so very happy it was you. As to marital arrangements, I cannot comment without my lawyer being present.
We dried off and adjourned inside to the living room sofa.
After chatting about books, films and music, we got onto the subject of food and Margey promised them a genuine Mexican feast at our place as they'd only ever had pale imitations at takeaways and chain restaurants. This is when they both found out they each had a secret desire to be a food critic. So there and then they decided to book their next holiday to Mexico and submit their reviews to various publishing houses. They laid a bet and a forfeit to each other about who would see their article in print first. Margey was grilled on the best places to go in her country to experience the real deal.
Everyone needed to pee, and we admitted that our whole family were urine fetishists: not just us two - her four girls, two son-in-laws, the other two's boyfriends and girlfriends, the Chinese family down the road, and our newly adopted daughter from India who was recently orphaned. Hence why our lawn was more yellow than green, until I took out a second mortgage to have it returfed.
We went upstairs, and Serena got her wish that she'd mentioned at our very first meeting for me to spray her body with pee. Margey stepped into the tub and Dean covered her back, hair and arsehole, as is her wont. Finally, the two girls got in and doused each in golden fluids, as Dean and I contributed the rest of our bladder capacity onto them as well.
We rinsed off and got wrapped up in towels. Downstairs, Serena knocked up a very quick but amazingly delicious Spag Bol, and Dean had prepared beforehand a tiramisu. They were both extremely competent and accomplished cooks.
We agreed on next Sunday at our place, and even 7 days seemed too long a time to wait.
Next day, we went to BSB again to try some of their traditional menu for the marquee party: sausage rolls, pasta salad, beef stew with rice, coronation chicken, etc. They also planned (but hadn't cooked today, as everyone knows what they taste like) roast beef/roast pork/roast chicken, and standard flavour sandwiches: cheese, ham, turkey, green salad. A vegetarian main meal option was requested by their client but they hadn't decided yet - the front runner was a veggie lasagne.
We told them a little bit about our activities the day before, and without letting the cat out of the bag too much, said they were invited to meet Dean & Serena chez Pee Stain Manor House next Sunday.
Watch this space...
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Title: 11-2 BSB meet two new friends
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Dean & Sernea
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, light gay, anal
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-10) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.
Chapter 11-2 BSB meet two new friends
by Stack of Books
(1923 words)
During the week, I did practice the guitar regularly and Bindi came over to see me and listened for a while. This time, I certainly got my pee drink from her. (Margey got one too when she got back from shopping. She loved her new car that Bindi had given her, and spent a lot of time just driving it about.)
Today my little Indian friend was wearing a sari, a type of traditional clothing which I just love, and enveloped me in almost total darkness as her brown thighs and pink slit hovered over my face. She again apologised for her after dinner speech in which she'd said 'I didn't deserve a teaspoonful of her nectar' and to make up for it gave me her whole bladderful. Her taste was a bit stronger than usual, but still acceptable.
The reason she was here was because she'd promised Franny to finish clearing her room so that it was now 'vanilla' and we could then use it as a guest room.
She was finished in an hour, and pulled me by the hand onto the sofa.
Steve, the other day's fucking at my place was nice, but I need both spunk and pee deep inside my arse. Now! Please do me.
So we did the anal sex there and then, disconnected, and resumed the pee part in the shower.
(During post-coital chat, the subject of Joe and Jenny came up. She admitted that she had suggested to them that Margey and I would deffo be up for a foursome as we'd been doing that kind of thing for a while.
On Jenny's 2nd or 3rd day in the house, Bindi was showing her how all the appliances worked. She took a pee but Jenny walked in on her accidentally as she too was bursting. Bindi was in a world of her own, idly humming to herself and dipping two fingers in her stream and sucking them. Jenny saw everything, and sat down cross legged in front of her. Bindi offered her a taste then asked Jenny to take the last 50ml direct from the source.
They swapped positions and Bindi found she liked her taste more than anyone she'd ever tried.
Joe came home early with his big brown dick hanging out of his fly hoping to bang his wife before dinner. He got two for the price of one that day. And still had enough in the tank for his spouse at 11pm that night.
They said they both had a high sex drive, doing it at least 1-2 times a day. So Bindi suggested they go to our hot tub, letting them catch us, and everything would follow on from there.)
Half an hour later after we had washed up, Margey returned, and Bindi made good on her promise to her.
Come Sunday, and the anticipation was high for the meeting with BSB (Bindi, Suze, Beth) and the two newcomers. Margey had decided to take a bit of a back seat on this one, and just let us 6 do our thing. She still had work to do on her Mexican food extravaganza, as many of the dishes couldn't really be prepared in advance.
As soon as Dean & Serena walked over the threshold, BSB introduced them to our family's traditional greeting of pee drinks. They asked them to lie down, lifted their skirts (all wearing matching pleated tartan minis today) and pointed their knickerless cooties to deliver 30-40ml into their wide open facial cavities. Margey also submitted a sample, me only to Serena. The roles reversed, and the girls were astonished as they received their urine dosage from them to see they both had an abundance of skin on them: Serena's labia and his foreskin. Margey renewed her acquaintance with both, me I abstained from Dean but gladly drank from Serena
Timeout was called, and all the getting to know you stuff was discussed. They cuddled Bindi as they heard her sad story of how she had been orphaned, but how coming to stay with us had been an awakening and a huge revolution for her, not just sexually but in all life skills.
I'd been monitoring her very carefully recently, and now she had her teeth stuck into her catering project, it seemed nothing could stop her now. I was sure she was over the worst, and days like this where she could express herself with her body, to "the beat of her own drum" as she so eloquently put it, was catharsis for her.
She was very much like Molly in this regard - very mature for her age. I shuddered to think if she had been like red-haired Rachel (from a previous story) who got upset from the banter and teasing of similar aged girls at our sleepover. (Even though ever-honest Suze had assured me there was nothing in it and the girl was just hypersensitive.) What if Bindi had been like that during the crisis? Would she have got through it?
Apologies for the digression. Back to the main story:
Dean & Serena asked for more details of the soccer pee competition that she had won, and we admitted we had secretly filmed it. On condition we were allowed to video their activities with the girls this afternoon, we would play back some of it now for them on our big TV. They would also get a copy of the whole unedited thing (as well as today's) on a USB stick to take home. They readily agreed. We watched for 20mins or so.
The three girls decided they all wanted to receive Dean, first in their pussies, then in their rectums. So those 4 got down to business on the big mattress we put down. Serena and I set up the cameras around them to capture everything.
On another mattress, we two did the same setup, and started what we had in mind. (Margey was in the kitchen, but didn't mind being 'left out' in the slightest. For her, cooking wasn't a hassle, it was her main calling. She came back every once in a while, to maybe take part by squeezing tits or caressing Dean's very long dangling testicles.* She knew however she could watch the video time and time again in the future at her leisure and vicariously masturbate and orgasm.)
(*I saw them as well, and the "I'm not gay" mantra started in my brain, as I really wished I could have fondled them. My own scrotum is quite small and tight and close to my perineum, sort of ribbed in appearance, with not much loose skin around it.)
I was quite busy with Serena, but took occasional glances over their way, and they all seemed to be having a great time. During a pause in fucking, all 3 girls were pulling and playing with and licking and generally worshipping his foreskin. They couldn't believe how much skin on the shaft they had to pull back to reveal that glorious glans. (Damn, there I go again!!)
And then I did it. I left Serena temporarily, and moved the metre or so over to husband.
Sorry mate, I'm not a homo but I really have to admire your body.
Suze picked up a camera and got closer as she knew something special was going to happen.
I took his cock out of Bindi's grasp and sucked on the long skin hanging over the end. I could taste one of the girl's juices on it so it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. His dick twitched in appreciation.
Then joy of joys, I pulled him right back and the sun came out - his very red bell end emerged and I sucked that up to the flange. Then deeper. His whole penis seemed to grow in girth and length. My wish was fulfilled as with my other hand I very gingerly fondled such amazing testicles. Just so different to my own.
He gestured to me to move both myself and my now hard as steel weapon nearer to him, and he rubbed me up and down in his fist.
Fuck, you're tight. Much tighter than me, he murmured.
He was also willing to stick my cockhead in his mouth and put his tongue in my peehole. I followed suit on him.
We were 69ing for about 30-60 secs, as the world stopped around us and all the women stood and looked on aghast.
Hey mate, I'm not a bum bandit either and never fucking will be. But if there's one person in the world I could have shared that experience with, it would be you, Steve.
The three young girls crowded us and hugged and kissed us, and I went back to Serena.
Don't worry, Serena darling, you still have your husband. Can I revert to hetero with you now?, I joked.
She kissed me hard on the lips, and said: That's my soulmate I can taste on you, you queer as a coot two-timing bastard, you.
And I pushed my cock into her cunt. She asked me if I had one two cums in me today, and I said: Sorry, probably only one. I'm not as young or virile as my ex-boyfriend stud over there.
No sweat. Can you cum and piss in my back passage then?
Luckily, we'd had the foresight to have thick heavy towels on hand, and we spent a happy 20mins achieving those goals.
I took a break on the sofa as Margey and Serena 69ed. The other four were still going with no sign of flagging, so I just brought myself up to half mast as I observed everyone.
Not long after, everyone was satiated and satisfied.
Dean just sat on the armchair shaking his head in disbelief.
Fuck me, one week I get a Mexican goddess. Then the next week I get an Indian princess and her two coffee-skinned concubines as a trio. And I *still* get to go home and shag my beautiful singing wife. The only downside is that I had to suck the prick of the 'Prick with a Fork' guy!!
Obviously someone had told him about my comedy apron.
He came over and sat next to me, shook my hand and said: No 'hard' feelings, mate. (Emphasis on 'hard'.)
We each took each other's dick and masturbated it for 30 secs.
Everyone sat down to eat, and just to please Dean I put on that apron outside the room and crept up behind him with it. He guffawed so hard he almost choked on his food.
As we said our goodbyes, he had one last remark.
It's a good thing the price of your lessons is already covered, or you would be trying to pay me using that and a jar of Vaseline!! (Pointing to my flaccid penis, now uncovered.) See you on Wednesday, mate.
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Title: 11-3 The Fearsome Four
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Going out eating
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, light gay, anal
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-10) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.
Chapter 11-3 The Fearsome Four
by Stack of Books
(2908 words)
When Mr and Mrs Gandhi (Bindi's parents) left for India, they promised to cover her living expenses with us (food and board), although no actual figure was discussed, mainly because their departure happened so quickly. She had her own account in which she received from them a monthly allowance via an automatic direct debit for clothes, shoes, toiletries, travel, college books and meals outside our house, etc. Her college fees were free as she was a citizen.
I have to admit that until her parents died, I hadn't even looked at my bank account to see their payments. When I did, I was shocked. It was way too generous. Like really from another planet over the top. Obscene really. When all the hubbub of that tragic event had died down, I told Bindi (who now had control of her parent's account) to cease payments immediately (and retrospectively from the day she moved out) and plough that money into the BSB Catering venture. I would also refund her the difference between what I had received and what it actually cost to look after her.
My argument was: how much food does a young girl eat each week, especially when there's already four of us? How can we charge anything for board when the room belongs to our daughter Franny? What about all the chores you did? Don't they count for anything in your favour? We didn't take you in to be a slave for us. All other expenses (water, elec, heating, petrol, etc.) were insignificant and negligible.
She agreed to do the first one, but not the second. She just said use the excess to take Margey out every week for dinner at a restaurant. And she finally got her way by saying: It's what my mum and dad would have wanted. I had no adequate response to that.
So that's what my partner and I did, most every Friday or Saturday evening. Our large town was fairly well blessed with many eating establishments of all colours of the rainbow, gastronomically speaking, and we took a leaf out of Dean & Serena's book and tried to become amateur food critics. Outside, sat in the car afterwards, or as soon as we got home, we each wrote up our experiences and opinions.
After the first few times of doing this, we called them to see if they wanted to join us if they were free that particular day as they'd already mentioned it was their secret career ambition. We would eat together and later send each other copies of our reports for peer review and constructive criticism.
In time, we - The Fearsome Four - had exhausted all the local eateries (sometimes even the takeaways), and travelled further afield to other towns and village gastropubs, now and again to a big city.
Even though there was an appreciable age difference between the couples, we all got on like a house on fire. Usually, our table discussion during the meal was normal and general, but if the place was quiet and no-one could eavesdrop, we would branch out into sexual areas. They had copies of all our videos now, so we talked about the pee competitions, the induction ceremony and the analising session, amongst others.
They shared with us details of their previous wife swapping experiences, and we did likewise. We told them about how Franny and I had started the pee drinking tradition, from the event in Bailey Park to our expedition on the forest trail. We even said that we thought Franny and Chris might be up for a foursome with them as they were of the same age. We promised we'd get back to them on that.
Normally, after a meal (especially if bloated with food) we would just go our own ways. But now and again we would go back to ours or theirs and bonk the other's wife. (Ahem, partner in our case.) No long drawn-out pleasant leisurely thing like on Sundays - almost, but not quite, a 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am'. But Dean and I never touched each other again, even though I did sometimes steal peeks at his foreskin and droopy scrotum. The way his balls swung, bumping into her arsehole (or cunt if he was doggying her rectum) when pistoning Margey was incredible to see. I confess I even looked up porn videos to see something similar but it was rare.
If there was time, we would play pee games, either indoors in the bathroom, or on the patio. One of us held a hi-res portable video camera (or we put in on a tripod) to film ourselves, and sent copies to each other.
(Just remembered!!! This was what I wanted to buy way back when Margey and I had a slight disagreement about it and she put me in the doghouse. It was the day the Wang Chinese family moved in down our street and I took them my self-made cupcakes. They assumed she had made them. Me being humble didn't disabuse them. She being pissed didn't put the record straight...until too late, the next day. She said the camera was a waste of money. Hah, she's not fucking saying that now! She's the one who spends most time watching the vids with a finger or dildo up her pussy!!!)
BSB had successfully done the Indian wedding and 21st B Day events and made a large profit on them. They bought a large s/h transit van type thing, and had a signwriter put the company name and telephone number on it. Kim had designed it all FOC, with a brilliant and eye catching logo and caption on it.
B - Bring us
S - Some
B - Biryani...please!
Now they were gearing up for the politician's home event and he promised good publicity and regular bookings if he was satisfied with their work.
Local TV and newspapers came to cover and support their venture (like they did with Andrea's A.S.S.)
Suze's boyfriend Martin (yes, he with the Marten surname!) came by often, and spent the night with each of them individually on a rotational basis. Every now and again, he would service them all at once, back and front bottoms. Dreamland!!
As more work came in, he was enlisted to do most of the humping and carrying, buying the food supplies, loading/unloading the van, driving it to the venues, and admin work on the computer for stock control and the accounts. He was quite good at the latter, but went to college one evening a week to brush up and learn more. He didn't get paid, but his rendezvous with the trio was for him more than enough compensation. Indeed, even the girls were not paying themselves yet. Their only overheads really were gas (for kitchen stoves and heating), elec and car/van fuel. (Maybe others, but I wasn't totally au fait with their operation.)
Bindi still had a dream to teach young people cooking skills, so that when they left home to go college, or just live on their own, they could prepare cheap, nutritious, quick and delicious meals. She regarded it as a form of parental abandonment, even a sort of child abuse, if their offspring couldn't boil an egg or only make beans on toast. Fast food and other takeouts are OK in moderation, once in a while, but to rely on them every day is beyond comprehension or reason. Not to mention the huge hole it makes in your pocket. Suze and Beth agreed and supported her in all this. But they all knew Andrea was right - this catering was a good place to start.
Joe and Jenny (Book 10, Chapter 10) were the Indian immigrants who rented Bindi's house after her parents died. After one year, they had moved to another nearby property, thus enabling the start up of BSB Catering. They were still occasional visitors to our pool (season closing now) and hot tub (365/year), but now they had the good grace to call us first and ask if we wanted a fucking session. The answer was usually yes, although we preferred it in our dry bed, rather than a wet tub.
Joe had a lot of business acumen (can't remember what his job was now) and helped them with financial planning, legal aspects and other such things. Jenny was invaluable as her cooking skills were legendary. Her parents owned a restaurant in Mumbai and it was expected she would take it over one day - until she emigrated with Joe. She streamlined their prep and general operation. She tasted every Indian dish they prepared, and declared it very good, just now and again needing minor adjustments. She also found a better and cheaper source in bulk for all the specialist ingredients they needed (wider range too), thus saving them money and hassle. Her excellent taste and aroma memory remembered Margey's super extravaganza Mexican spread and said Suze and Beth did their mum proud. Praise indeed!
Jenny was unfamiliar however with the kind of English cuisine fare they made for garden party type events, but as a newcomer, her taste buds approved of things like Coronation Chicken, pasta salad & rice salad. She was glad to see kedgeree on the menu as she hadn't had it since she was a little girl. (It's a dish made of curried and lightly spiced boiled rice with raisins, combining flaked smoked fish like haddock and halved hard boiled eggs on the top. It was popular as a breakfast dish in the British Army in India in the 1800s.)
As we know, Joe and Jenny had a high sex drive and it wasn't long before they and BSB and Martin were having nookie sessions together. He now had four dark-skinned beauties in his harem, and he particularly hit it off with Jenny. With her husband's knowledge (she didn't need his permission, their relationship wasn't like that, but they were always open and honest with each other) she and Martin sometimes had private meetings, just the two of them. Suze wasn't possessive in the slightest, just wanted to know where he was, and he related back to her what they had done. Almost always it turned her on*, and he had to find extra reserves to satisfy her.
*See footnote below
Joe was also more than happy. He never imagined that meeting me and Margey would lead to this. He liked all of them, but especially Beth. (He insisted on calling her by her full name, Lisbeth.) In personal chats with her, he made it clear to her that her looks didn't matter to him, it was her personality and character that shone through. He did an awful lot of good for her self-confidence and self-esteem. (She told me many years down the road that from that day on she wiped her arse properly (never shit encrusted again) and her pussy was always fragrant and fresh. On that day, to prove it, she pulled down her shorts, mooned me so I could check the first one, then opened up her cootie with her fingers and invited me to sniff it real close. The fact we were in a - fairly quiet though - restaurant at the time didn't faze her one bit!)
And so ended the day of one quarter of The Fearsome Four.
*Footnote
One day Suze and Marten were at our house clearing out her old room. Margey and I had been talking about taking in student lodgers into the 3 girls' rooms. It wasn't really the money (although as the supermarket slogan says "Every little helps"), but the Empty Nest Syndrome was affecting us deeply and we just wanted some other people (preferably young) around. I was also hoping to find a young cutie (or should that be 'cootie'?) to teach swimming to.
Bindi, under Franny's direction, had already made their old room 'vanilla'. Beth (as his her nature) just said: I don't care as long as you don't throw anything out. Just put everything into boxes for the basement. Do what you want with the decor, etc.
So that just left Suze. She was a little bit more particular than her younger sister (as is HER nature) and everything had to be done right. Just so right!! She packed and labelled things carefully and Martin carried them away downstairs. As they worked, they talked. About many things. And about all the times they had fucked each other in this bed. That got them horny, and soon she had his shorts down, sucking and wanking him. He pushed up her T-shirt and bra to display her 36Ds which he caressed lovingly. He was getting close to cumming, so he broke away and pulled her knickers down and dived into her pussy. After she had cum 3 times, he got naked and he pushed into her.
This was the moment dimbo me came to find out how they were getting on with clearing the room. (I had a habit of walking in on them fornicating. The last time it was the living room - communal space. This time bedroom, private space, but door wide open.)
The lighting was much better and his big dick bisected her red and engorged cunt lips nicely. She was rubbing her button. He was twisting her nips and I knew from past experience she loved that. The harder, the better. She came again twice - hard - and her orgasm face was delightful. (I thought about one day asking Beth to take a mental photograph of it and drawing it, as was her skill.)
Like before, neither batted an eyelid at my arrival. Suze suddenly had a glint in her eye, and an expression of a light bulb coming on, but I couldn't figure it out till after. I could read Beth like a book, but not her. She was better than a poker player.
I watched for a while and took my cock out. Now Martin was a bit more savvy and assumed I would spunk into into her mouth as usual. But the little minx had other ideas.
Martin, Steve, I want DP. Martin get on your back. I will lie face up on you, so push into my arsehole. Steve, when you're ready, face down on me and go into my pussy. But neither of you come until I tell you, OK? I have an idea. So we both pushed and grunted and tried to make it nice for her. As we neared completion, she suddenly pulled out of both of us and rolled away to the side. She dragged me by the dick 50cm upwards, stroked me once or twice and my hair trigger went off, filling Martin's mouth. To his credit, he swallowed a lot. She quickly pushed my head back down to his crotch, and forced my mouth onto his shit stained penis and wanked him. He was still in a bit of shock so it took more strokes than she expected. In our continued feud of rivalry and one-upmanship, I sucked him in and felt 5-6 spurts of very salty cum. I swallowed most but snowballed Suze the rest.
She said: "Thank you guys. I've had that fantasy since the age of 13 about two guys cumming in the other's mouth. I masturbated to it regularly. Now it's come true. You didn't think a little white girl would do that sort of thing, did you? Well I did."
From his expression, the penny dropped with him. But not me. She explained.
She reminded me of the day she had 'coerced' Martin to suck off a blob of my fresh cum off her boob when in the garden and his aversion to it.
The first time Martin met Jenny, she told him that she wanted Martin and Joe to DP for her first time ever. The former took her arse, the husband took her pussy. Just before the point of climax, she took his cock and fired his spunk into Martin's mouth. While he was still choking, Jenny took his cock out of her rectum and shoved his shitty member into Joe's cakehole as he ejaculated. Jenny said: "Thank you Martin, I've had that fantasy about 2 men withdrawing from me and cumming in each other's mouth since I was 13 and I masturbated to it regularly. You didn't know that sweet innocent-looking young Indian girls did that sort of thing, did you? Well, they do. This one did."
Suze told me that he had related this story to her the next time they were alone, and it made her really horny. He confessed that although he wasn't gay, he did enjoy tasting Joe's emission, and even more ejaculating into his mouth.
So she decided to try the same thing with me and Martin. She really was a minx!!
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Title: 11-4 The Lodgers Part 1
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
The lodgers move in
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, light gay, anal
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-10) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.
Chapter 11-4 The Lodgers Part 1
by Stack of Books
(2224 words)
BSB Catering were doing well, trying to keep up with orders. They had an 80-head (English) wedding reception, a garden party for 50, and two 15 person private dinner parties on consecutive nights in the mayor's official rooms coming up.
Dean & Serena heard about this, and as they were both owed a lot of holiday by the company they both worked for, they took time off and came to help. They were both competent and accomplished amateur cooks. (Looking back, the trio realised they couldn't have done what they achieved in that time period without them.)
The married couple arrived in the early evening and were given Suze's room (the parent's old room) as it was deemed better if they they stayed on the premises rather than commuting.
The girls had some leftovers from that day's event (a birthday party for a teacher and 10 others in a school), and they shared and ate them together so that D & S could get an idea of the range of dishes and flavours they could create in their kitchen: 2-3 Indian dishes, 2-3 Mexican ones, a beef stew and a veggie lasagne.
Serena said she could teach them how to make Jambalaya as she'd learned it from a Creole woman. It was ideal for catering as it could be made for 5-50 people easily.
Dean suggested he showed them Tiramisu. That was exciting as they had no desserts on the menu yet, and some potential customers had been asking for them. Again, easily upscaleable. They brainstormed a few more ideas for sweet dishes.
The talk turned to the last events at Pee Stain Farm, especially Dean and Steve's "moment". He blushed deeply at the memory and Serena patted him on the back and said: "Don't worry. He's still mine. He hasn't gone over to the Dark Side yet!"
With all the sexy talk, they were feeling horny, so they went to the big bedroom.
Dean undressed each teen girl one by one, kissing their boobs, bellies and pussies. The trio disrobed Serena, with the same kind of attention. Beth made everybody laugh when she pushed her face hard into Serena's knickerless Vee, saying: "I can't wait. Let me in. LET ME IN!!" They pulled her back.
Dean next. They took his shirt off and 3 pairs of hands glided over his rippling muscles. His jeans and socks were next. They could all see his Mr Woody was desperate to come out to play, and they eased his boxers down. Boing!!! It escaped and sprang up towards the ceiling.
Suze copied Beth's joke by clamping her mouth over the end of his dick, saying:
"Mwh mwh mwh! Mwh mwh mwh mwh! MWH MWH MWH MWH!!
She translated: I said "I can't wait. Let me have it. LET ME HAVE IT!!"
When all the laughter had died down, Bindi decided to go with Serena using a strap on, the siblings with Dean.
In total, it didn't take long. They all had to be up early in the morning, and it would be a long day.
Available immediately
Three good sized lodging rooms
Each with:
Single or double bed (your choice)
TV and DVD player
Wardrobe
Chest of drawers
Office desk and chair
Free Wi-Fi
House is situated in a secluded area and owned and run by a married couple
Well-appointed bathroom
Free use of swimming pool, hot tub, kitchen, lounge and other facilities
Evening meal included
Suitable for students or young professionals
Rent: XXX per calendar month
Deposit and references required
The ad was something like that anyway. OK, the married couple bit wasn't quite true, but it was difficult to put succinctly
We joked about it and considered writing "Moody Mexican bitch with big tits and juicy cunt, common law wife to a clingon tall and bespectacled Big Bird type guy"
But that didn't quite fit the bill either.
Our first applicant was a 20 year old called Alison. Long curly brunette with glasses. We showed her all the rooms, and she chose one (Franny's) that she thought was nice. She explained she was splitting up with her boyfriend (not acrimoniously) and was at the same college the trio had been at. She liked the rest of the house, esp the tub and pool. I wondered if she needed swimming lessons.
She gave as her reference John (Sally's dad) and said she'd met him once at the bank for a meeting, and he'd given her his business card to use as a reference any time she liked.
We checked if she had any dietary requirements regarding the evening meal, and she flashed us a beautiful smile and said: Absolutely not!
We said we would let her know ASAP and she hugged both of us warmly as she said goodbye. She smelled really nice. Margey agreed.
The next day I called John (he'd been living in another city for a while) and we did the usual how's it going chit chat. He was still in touch with Andrea, and was pleased their business was going so well. I told him about our Empty Nest Syndrome and we were renting out the rooms to lodgers and checking references. He was one. I gave him Alison's surname, and he went quiet, then said, "I think you'll find her suitable for your purposes. I give my full approval. Check your Email in half an hour."
Margey and I opened up the video file to see Alison and her younger sister Lynette doing lewd things on camera to each other and John and Maggie (his wife). In a child's paddling pool in his office suite.
We contacted her later that day and told her she could come whenever she liked. If she needed help with transporting her stuff, Margey was willing. She said: Yes please, is tomorrow at 10 OK? And gave the address.
In the beginning, she was quiet and a bit solitary, but warmed up slowly. She loved the hot tub as she'd never been in one before. We let her be, and I didn't switch on the cameras, but I was sorely tempted.
One day, once she'd settled in, Margey had a quiet chat with her, but without me, so as it wouldn't spook her. We both trusted John 100% but had to make sure she (or her sister) was/were not unhappy about what had transpired in his office that day (see Book 9 Chapter 5).
Margey first asked her how she knew John. She was reticent at first. She and her sister were living in another city (where John was now) and were approached by a market research lady in the street and they talked about general things and then sexual things. At the end of the interview she asked if they wanted to come and play some sexy games with her and her husband. They agreed and had to sign an NDA when they got there.
Did you feel pressured or coerced at any time? No
Did you feel you could leave at any time? Yes, they made it clear there would be no consequences.
Did you enjoy everything that happened? Absolutely
Describe the man. Did he have any special attributes. Yes, a big black 10" penis
Did he try to penetrate you? Yes, I wanted him to but he was too big to go all the way. I asked him to cum in me, then pee over me. Lynette loved the pee games, but didn't want to try sex. However, she sincerely regretted that decision when she got home and wants to meet him again.
Would you report him to the police if you could? Nope. We didn't want any money but he paid us well.
Would you do it all again? No doubt. It made me realise how much I like sex, especially peeing and pooping. That's basically why I am splitting up with that dork boyfriend. He thinks I'm weird with my fetishes. Sorry, I lied to you a bit. It isn't a pleasant break up.
Alison, don't worry about a thing. Welcome home. You've come to the right place. Tomorrow I'll talk to you and tell you about my family - my four daughters and I and my boyfriend Steve like the same sorts of things you do. Maybe you'll meet the girls sometime, perhaps Franny whose room you're in.
Goodnight and sleep well.
The next two applicants on different days were middle aged vegetarians, one male, one female, no connection with each other, and smokers. We nixed them.
The two private parties at the mayor's residence went exceedingly well. There was 100% feedback about the quality and range of food (from the cuisines of 3 different countries). The mayor instructed his admin chief to write a cheque 25% higher than the invoice value.
2 days later they did the wedding reception, 3 days after that the garden party. Dean & Serena had a whale of a time working with them. They'd now booked their Mexican gastro trip and were looking forward to it very much.
Alison joined Margey and I for breakfast the next morning. As a kind of test, Margey asked her to relate to me in more detail her session with John. She gave a lot more salacious details and we could see it excited her to relive those memories. Her nips under her shirt became erect. Margey told her she and I were going to bathe together, and asked her if she wanted to come and watch. She didn't have to join in, and was free to leave the bathroom if she was uncomfortable with anything. Either way, it would not affect the tenancy of her room.
Margey took her hand, and the girl watched us while sitting on the chair next to the tub as we undressed each other. Margey explained the family tradition of giving pee drinks. She squatted over me, and gave me 30ml. I stuck my flaccid dick into her mouth, and pulled out slightly so Alison could see the stream. We then proceeded to wash each other. As she observed, Alison started disrobing revealing very nice boobies. With only her knickers on, she started rubbing herself as she watched us start to fuck each other in the bath. She pulled her underwear off, and approached me pulling her lips apart, and fired 100ml of sweet tasting piss at my face. Put her cunt right next to Margey's mouth and gave her the same. She didn't swallow but snowballed some of it back to her, the rest to me.
She climbed in and asked us both to spray her everywhere with all that we had. She'd forgotten to take her glasses off and they were so wet she couldn't see through them. I removed them and put them to one side, and Margey took her scrunchie off her wrist and tied her hair back. We covered her in our urine and she orgasmed a few times. Margey and I continued to make love, and Alison got in a position where she could void the rest of her piss onto the junction between dick and pussy.
She then bent forward and her arsehole and shaved pussy slit came into view and gave me permission to fuck her. She and Margey massaged the other's tits as I pumped. At the point of my orgasm, she pulled away and turned around, and wanked me a final few strokes and took my glans in her mouth to receive all my load. She gave some to Margey and some to me to see my reaction. I didn't flinch, nothing new for me, and she seemed pleased with that.
As we got out and dried off, she squatted on the toilet seat the wrong way round and asked me to catch her turd in TP. She made a nice show of wiping her anus. Margey then did the same and produced one of famous 10-inchers which Alison struggled with, but just about about managed to hold.
"I think I'm gonna like it here," she declared.
The next day, her younger sister Lynette came for a visit to see the new digs, and we set up the child's paddling pool in the garden and videoed them re-enacting their session with John. Margey and I joined in, and we all pissed on each other. I didn't have John's big black dick unfortunately, but Lynette seemed content with my smaller one. She said she liked the feel of cum spurting inside her, but always on the first time wanted to taste it in her mouth. I duly delivered.
By way of thanks, we sent John a copy of our video.
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Title: 11-6 The Big Pee Party
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
All in the mini pool
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-10) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 11-6 Big Pee Party
by Stack of Books
(2129 words)
Even though at that infamous dinner party I had joked and pretended to Bindi that I was giving her a certificate for swimming a 50 metre length of the pool (it was actually adoption papers she received), she was actually quite self-sufficient in the water by now. However, sometimes if we were in there together, she playfully faked drowning, screaming and thrashing her arms about, and grabbed onto me as if there was a huge white shark approaching at 100mph. She mashed her boobs into mine (erect 1cm dark black nipples digging into me), slipped down my shorts with her toes, deftly pulled her bikini bottoms to one side, and plunged her pussy onto my erection. (That procedure had been banned when we first started having lessons.) Then the wailing stopped and gave way to deep contented sighs and warm breath into my ear. Her cunt muscles squeezed and pulsated me till I spurted.
I'd clearly reached the end of my teaching abilities with her in this discipline. Sandy had been watching our lovemaking, masturbating herself on the pool side, and now took over, showing her the movements and breathing techniques for the other strokes which I didn't know about. Their friendship and relationship developed a lot during this period, and even though I knew Sandy erred strongly on the side of hetero, I saw them many times after their lesson on the living room couch kissing, cuddling and petting. Sometimes they found a free bedroom (e.g. mine) and continued in private to a natural conclusion. (Forgot to video it. Damn!)
Maybe it was because her mentor Franny was no longer around, but her sassiness seemed to be in abeyance and we had some really deep chats without verbally bantering each other. After Jon, she still hadn't found another boyfriend, and sometimes sought solace in me for hard cock. But we both knew it was a sham and unsustainable and were acutely aware it couldn't last. I did all I could to prevent it happening without directly rejecting her.
The situation wasn't helped when her parents Ken & Martha moved to the other side of town to open a second Chinese restaurant, and this building had substantial and nice living quarters above it. So it was a no-brainer to sell up their house at the bottom of our cul-de-sac. Sandy was ready to fly the nest anyway and asked Margey and I if she could take the last lodging vacancy, the room that used to be Suze's. (Her reasoning was that needed a lot of access time to the pool to train for the swim team.) We said she could have it rent-free as long as she didn't tell the other two lodgers or BSB or anyone else. But she offered to make a contribution for food. She and I made a pact that our relationship from that point on would be purely platonic. It was hard to keep as we still had the hots for each other, but we did adhere 100% to it.
So we now had our 3 lodgers: Alison, Sven & Sandy, all pee and poop addicts
Time for another pee party!!
Margey & Steve
Molly & Ben
Franny & Chris
Suze & Martin
Beth & Bindi
Andrea & Kim
Joe & Jenny
Alison & Sven (an item already??)
Dean & Serena
Sandy & Jon (not an item any more, but for old time's sake
There were others we could have chosen (and wanted to come, e.g. Ade & David, the whole McAllister family incl. redhead twins, and Jean & Adam, who we'd never met, but heard a lot about from Deena & their au pair Elena). But we decided we just didn't have the space for any more.
Peeing and pooping was still banned on the new turf, but we bought another children's paddling pool of the same size and hoped it would suffice. The bathroom in the new house was quite roomy, so that would also serve as a venue.
To prevent Margey cooking for that many, we gave her the day off and made it a pot-luck. Everyone (apart from our lodgers) were asked to bring a savoury dish and a sweet dish to share.
Sandy's parents Ken & Martha were invited too, but cried off with huge regrets as their new place was opening that same night. They still sent a few bags of delicious Chinese cuisine.
Swimming lessons with the delectable Alison continued the day before. Like me, she kept her glasses on in the pool, as we both let on to each other that we felt disorientated if we couldn't see in focus properly with water around us. The only disadvantage was if they fell off your head and sank to the bottom, the water made your eyesight even worse, so diving all the way down to retrieve them was futile. You needed a 20/20 vision person who was a good diver to get them for you. The answer was of course elasticated headbands which attach to the legs just behind your ears. I bought two from the optician's that morning and she and I had a mini ceremony of attaching them to each other.
Alison was OK by now at floating on her front or back and I tried to avoid staring at her tits. But she knew that I knew that she knew I was looking!! So we started on the arm movements for the crawl, and then the kicking legs. She spent 10 mins doing that on her own, trying to get from one side to the other (a width) of the pool. She didn't really need supporting any more which gave me no excuse to touch her. However, her breathing technique was not so good and she would have to wait till Sandy was free to perfect that. (My method came naturally to me but I couldn't explain it adequately to her.)
As a finale, she begged me to spunk in her, then floated on her back, and spread her legs really wide so I could watch the cream pie leaking away. I inserted a finger to help it all out and she orgasmed one more time.
The big day of the party came and all who knew each other hugged warmly as they arrived around midday. As a last minute concession, I allowed two late guests: Lynette* (Alison's sister) and the Russian au pair Elena. Deena had unfortunately already returned to her home country Russia and there were two 36F reasons why I and everybody else missed her.
*See footnote
Elena was notably sad and under the weather as she'd been at the airport only yesterday to see her off. However, like any good MC, she thought it was down to her to kick things off. (What is it with her?? She seemed so shy most of the time. Perhaps it was some kind of ADHD or attention seeking disorder.)
Not without surprise, she introduced the motorboating concept to those that didn't know it. All the ladies stood in line shoulder to shoulder, and they had the option to be naked or clothed up top. There were a few practice 'Brrr's heard (minus cleavage), then the men went down the line vibrating every pair of tits, large or small. The last woman in line followed and so on - rather like a team of footballers greeting the officials and the other team before the match. Of course, many went back for seconds or thirds. Margey, Franny & Sandy were popular. Me, I still preferred Elena, but still can't say why, and told her so. She whispered in my ear: Thank you, Steve, you've made my day, and then said the same thing in Russian in the other ear. It sounded super sexy. Her hot minty breath started my motor running, then she turned on the turbocharger by slipping me some tongue, and declaring: I need you up me in both holes later on please, and sashayed her cute arse away.
During the preparations in the morning, Chris and I had an idea that we could still have the pooping competition, even though we hadn't given advance warning for people to prepare. We found a 1m x 1m piece of flat board in the shed, and placed it on the asphalt area rather than on the grass. (People tend to pee as they shit. Margey and I discovered during our outdoor expeditions on the forest trail that I normally piss everything out first before the turd appears. With her, a strong stream of urine comes out forwards only when her rectum has emptied.)
The object of the day was for everyone to piss on anyone or be pissed on by anyone. There were a few variations on this like Beth who - when we two were out in the nature - had perfected peeing and/or pooping while upside down, standing on head or hands. Some younger and more supple people emulated her, helped by others who assisted them balancing. Franny intrigued me, cos her big upside down boobs looked extremely unusual to me in that position. I idly wondered if her husband had ever noticed that.
I'd bought many more cameras and set them up discreetly, but the disadvantage is it takes you hours and hours to sift through all the footage. Sometimes less is more.
We'd hired some strong portable tables, covered them with colourful protective paper and set up the food and drinks on them outside to prevent people traipsing in and out through the house. Paper plates & cups, disposable knives and forks (made from waste avocado stones - who knew?) were a boon.
Even though they didn't have to give anything, Alison and Sven borrowed the kitchen at different times to prepare something. The latter contributed some native Swedish dishes, she made cup cakes, I think.
Ken's Chinese food arrived (by taxi!!) and I made a beeline for that, as I knew it was authentic and the genuine article, not the watered down for Western palates stuff you get in some places.
So people just drank and ate and chatted and peed if and when they wanted to. The pools were emptied quite often and this time the peonies and hyacinths benefited from those minerals.
Elena came to pee on me, and me on her, then we slipped away as I fulfilled my earlier promise to her. With her knowledge, I put a camera in the room, and Margey got off on watching it the next day.
There was no official 'closing time' but by and by people drifted home (taking as much food as they wanted) and those that lived here helped to clear up. Margey excepted. She was chained to a chair with a Breezer in her hand.
That night, Bindi stayed with Sandy, Alison was with Sven, and Beth and Suze were in Alison's room. Me, I was with the moody Mexican bitch with big tits and she asked Big Bird to fuck her. We both fell asleep halfway through it...
So ended another day at the now renamed 'No Pee Stain Farm'.
*Footnote
Margey and I took Lynette aside (without her sister's knowledge) and asked the same questions we'd given Alison. Her answers were exactly the same.
So you're sure you would do the same and more with them again? Even if you were on your own without your sis?
Absolutely, 100%. Like Ally, I've come out of my shell so much since then, both generally and sexually. I've been using big dildos and butt plugs to prepare for that monster. I also love Maggie's black cunt as it's a really special new experience. And their piss is so warm and delicious. It's not about the money - I would still do it for free.
So she went back to her own city (where John was) and I gave her his phone number and Email address. John sent me the photos and video of that session. He paid her twice as much as last time. A month later she took her friend Stephanie and that was even better for all - and 3x the cash.
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Title: 11-7 Massage Session
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Dean & Serena
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-10) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 11-7 Massage Session
by Stack of Books
(1320 words)
The next morning Chris came back to our place (still a helpful guy, but he went straight to Margey for a hug and a pee drink without even saying hello to me) to assist me in folding and loading the hired tables onto the trailer and other clearing up jobs.
Chris, can I ask you a personal question?
He was immediately wary and on guard as he thought I was trying to trick him (and told me so), like Ben and Jonas' circumcised/uncircumcised question all those years ago.
No, really. This is not a trick or a game. Would you say you are a legs, tits or bum man?
Hmm, I dunno. Guess I'd have to say breasts. But the others are a close second. Why?
Well, before she met you, Franny and I had a thing going as you well know, and I saw hers grow from ping pong balls to cantaloupe melons. Do you think that they've grown even bigger since she had the baby?
Yeah, I reckon so. Look, where is this going? She told me you'd both made a decision to stop with each other.
Yes we did, and it's because we both respect your right to her. But when she was standing upside down yesterday peeing with Beth, her boobs looked completely different to how I've ever seen them. I just wondered if you'd noticed it. That's all.
We finished loading in silence, him in deep thought.
Later that night I got an SMS from Franny:
What the fuck have you been saying to my Chris? He's now obsessed with my titties again like when we were teenagers in the first few weeks of our courtship. He's making me do all sorts of weird things like hanging naked over the edge of the bed backwards. You're a pervert, you know that? I wish I'd never peed for you in Bailey Park or given you a drink on that mountain top. If you ever come here again and kiss my pussy and then blow a raspberry on it, I'll give you both barrels of my 12-bore. Your ever loving Franny-panny xxx PS Hope your dirty mind doesn't think 'both barrels' is a euphemism for my breasts.
He-he-he!!! Talk about a cat among the pigeons!
There were only a few entries in the pooping competition yesterday, mainly because there had been insufficient notice to enable people to 'build up a head of steam', so to speak.
Margey of course won, but there were valiant efforts from Serena, Joe & Alison.
During the day, I made sure that Dean & Serena and Franny & Chris hooked up, and from their body language and enthusiastic nods, it seemed as if they had already fixed a date for a Sunday session.
This is an amalgamation of the reports I later received from both couples of that event.
As per the norm, my surrogate daughter and son-in law arrived at the couple's beautiful house at midday. They'd all seen each other naked or partially naked at the party, but nevertheless the first thing they did was to slowly and sensually strip each other's partner. Franny had never seen a foreskin as long as Dean's; similarly, Chris didn't even know that women could have very long, dangly and floppy labia minora (inner vaginal lips) like Serena had.
They took some scented massage oils (there was lavender & rose for the females, clove & bay leaf for the hims), and spent 10-15mins on the gender with boobs, then the same amount of time on those without.
When they were all relaxed, they sat in the lounge, supped their drinks and ate some snacks and did the getting to know you chit chat. (They were all so keen to get to each other's bodies, they had neglected to do this on arrival.)
They went up to the bedroom, and decided to fuck each other's spouse, and again Franny really got off on hearing and seeing another couple fornicating right next to her. It seemed to spur her to even greater orgasmic highs. Chris also found Serena a willing and highly responsive partner, and she seemed to have the ability to take him to places (metaphorically speaking) he'd never dreamed about.
Both women agreed that the first time should be for tasting the new 'brand' of spunk, so instead of coming in their pussies, Dean fired his cum into Franny's wide and welcoming mouth, and she shared with Serena. Chris did the same to her, and she likewise snowballed Franny. Neither of the guys could be persuaded to join in with this.
Back downstairs to recuperate, they all related past life experiences and the sexual ones. Franny again was in exceptional form with her jokes and wisecracks - she loved being 'tied down' with motherhood (my words, not hers - she never regarded it as a job or drudgery, but rather an honorary calling), but still really enjoyed being let off the leash once in a while.
D & S told of their other wife-swapping experiences, esp with Tina & Dan, and gave their number to F & C, as they were certain all four would be totally compatible.
Chris shared about their DP session with Sandy and Jon, and that's the form of deviation they now decided on to resume their activities. Serena chose to take both dicks first. To give the two guys equal opportunity of front bottom/back bottom, they swapped round halfway (using anti bacterial wipes), and both shot their load as she pulsed her internal cavities.
As both men were young, only a short recovery period was necessary, and they started on Franny, changing round halfway with wipes. Serena was fascinated with Franny's boobs and caressed and played with and nipple sucked and nipple chewed them as the guys pumped her, which sent her into the stratosphere.
The two girls then continued with each other for a very long time, ending up 69ing. Franny told me privately much later on it was probably the best lez session she'd ever had - with anyone. Serena was just such a sensual and kinky and sexy woman.
The boys left them to it, and Dean showed Chris around his music room.
They kissed their wives when they finally reappeared in the living room, tasting and smelling the juices of the other woman's cunt on their faces and fingers.
Neither guy had anything left in the tank for another round, so they repaired to the hot tub. C & F were very jealous of it, but their house was only small and there was no room for it. Otherwise she might have asked Bindi for one, instead of the brand new washing machine she actually gave them as a present.
Pee games and pissing contests ended the naughty part of their day.
Just before they ate (Thai curry and fragrant Jasmin rice from her, home made rum and raisin ice cream from him), they shared how they met and they played them an acoustic version of their song.
Soon it was time to go and relieve their long suffering baby sitters Andrea & Kim. They all decided to make this tryst a regular monthly happening, and indeed did so for many years after, even after Serena had her first child and Franny her second.
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Title: 11-8 Spanking!!
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Alison & lynette
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-10) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 11-8 Spanking!!
by Stack of Books
(2144 words)
Things were hotting up in the BSB kitchen (pun partially intended). Many bookings were coming in, and as Dean & Serena had gone back to their own jobs (and were going to Mexico on holiday soon), the trio realised they were going to need extra help for veg prep and other basic tasks such as cooking rice and pasta. The cooking of the main dishes they could handle between them as they all now had the necessary skills.
They asked Martin (yes, he of the Marten surname, whose dad was also called Marten with an 'e' - did I mention all that already? So sorry!) to do a cost analysis on how much they could afford to pay per hour two part-timers.
Lynette had had her session with John (and not long after with Stephanie). John sent us the tapes. My goodness, they were hot.
Alison had seen the vids we had made of her (with her knowledge) and checked she was OK with it. She was. We then came clean and told her we had other vids. We watched them all together, and like Bindi she had the same catchphrase, but with a swear word inserted:
Fuck, is that really me??
Then it got worse (or better) for her as we admitted we had known John a very long time and knew of his activities. We told her she that she would meet his daughter Sally soon as she lives close by, and she would go over in detail all the naughty cruisings they had done.
The last bombshell was to show her John's tape of her and her sister. She was gobsmacked. I told her that just on the strength of that, we had accepted her as a lodger.
Lynette moved to our town to find work, and stayed in Alison's double bed, going 50/50 on the rent. It would only be a stepping stone for her. But Dean and Serena came round one evening on a social call (not a foursome) and offered to her to house sit. Theirs was a fairly safe area, and they had alarms, but he felt more comfortable about a physical presence being there to guard his music equipment.
Dean: Hmm, it's either you or a guard dog. Can you bark?, he joked.
The younger sister leapt on to his lap and woofed like a medium sized dog directly in his left ear.
No good.
So she became a Dobermann, louder in the other ear, deliberately pushing her hands gently on his crotch.
Too expensive to feed, but your 'paws' are nice
She moved to Serena and changed into a tiny lap dog, squeezing her boob softly.
Yep, you'll do!, she said.
Rent was free, but she had to provide her own food and clean and leave the place as she found it. She moved in very soon.
She said: Good, I'm glad. Alison snores like prize porker!
Ooh, you lying bitch! and a pretend catfight started, and I watched for a while (at least 5 minutes!!) and took great pleasure separating them, making sure I grabbed a boob of each. (Strangely, Margey's brood never had fisticuffs and harsh words were rarely spoken. She'd taught them to just walk away from confrontational situations and count to ten - or longer.)
Steve: Now then! Now then! NOW. THEN!! Who's for spanking first???
Me, me, me, they shouted in unison
They rock/paper/scissored and Alison won and went first.
One camera came out for recording. I checked she was OK with it. Nods.
I put her over my knee and lifted her short skirt up. I could smell her arousal and the underwear on her slit was very wet. I gave her two gentle slaps on her buttocks.
Lynette, take her knickers off. She'll get four more.
Whack! Much harder. x 4
You bastard SOB, Steve, and stood there showing me her cunt absolutely dripping.
I really wanted to do Lynette myself, but being a gent, I said to Dean: She's all yours, mate
Camera OK? Thumbs up.
Two gentle ones, sis takes knickers off, four hard ones.
Hey, take it easy dude, she's not as well upholstered as Serena.
I got a thump on the arm from his wife for that.
After recuperation, the discussion turned to BSB, and Dean said:
Hey, are you two any good at veg prep? Bindi is just about to advertise for two p/t helpers, and the way it's going you could be f/t fairly soon. Don't quote me on that, though. So Margey called them and Bindi talked to them and asked both to come tomorrow for a 1-2 hour trial.
They passed with flying colours, although Lynette was not as fast or as consistent, but that would come with time.
Bindi was impressed with Alison"s cupcakes at the party and asked if she could make them in batches of up to 100. That would be a good stopgap until their dessert production line was running properly.
They checked the girls' schedules (not always the same) and booked them for the next two weeks, sometimes together, sometimes separate.
Now that the older one was more confident, she could be just as funny as
Franny, but not sassy like her - a different sense of humour.
At the next function all the cupcakes were guzzled up completely and as the food was all paid for the guests were allowed to fill doggy-bags. Martin went back to HQ and asked Ally permission to take a 50-tray that was destined for another event tomorrow. They were eaten too. Bindi didn't mind as the cost of ingredients and labour was very small compared to their profit margin. Alison stayed up half the night to make another batch, and next morning 50 more. Good job she did. All snaffled up at that afternoon's event. Bindi was sure they would lead to many repeat bookings. She gave Ally the money that would have been spent on the newspaper ad to say thanks for her hard work and dedication.
Elena told us on the phone her year as au pair was up soon as well so we invited her and her hosts Adam and Jean too to a hot tub event. She had a Russian friend called Veronika who was just starting her exchange year and had similar attributes to Deena. No brainer, come along!
They arrived, hugs and kisses for everyone. Margey had Mexican snacks prepared, and I took the drinks orders in yet another comedy apron. (Nice collection now.)
I had a delicate question to ask, but I'd already asked Elena during our day at the pee party so I thought I knew it would be alright.
Jean, Adam, We welcome you to our home and sincerely hope our friendship will be happy, long-lasting and enjoyable for all of us.
I want to ask you if it's usual for a host family for 'things' to happen with their nanny/helper. You can tell me to fuck off or mind my own business - or even leave now, with or without her.
Steve, Margey, you deserve to know the truth - which is we don't know any other au pairs. Only her. So we cannot answer your question. She's of legal age and mature enough to make sensible decisions, like when you slipped away with her on Saturday. (Ouch! Touché!) She told me she asked you, not the other way round.
Likewise, with us: we never coerced her or threatened her with dismissal. She never received payment for services rendered. Do you 100% agree, Elena?
Yes. Excuse me, but what is rendered? I only know reindeer. Her smile lit up the whole room and banished all the demons, and the seriousness of the situation vanished like a fart in the wind.
Services given, Elena.
Thank you. If we can have the couch, I would like to show you a small play to demonstrate how things happened. Lots of information is missed out for ...er, yes, brevity.
Jean and I are in the hot tub and we start getting sexy
I am bisexual, so we go to bedroom for sex
This happened most afternoons. It was enough for me.
Adam came home early. He just watches. No fighting or shouting
Sometimes, he wants to make love to her. I go like this, underneath her. He does anal on her and I watch. Exciting. Still enough for me without getting involved.
However, one day I want penetration. Jean is OK with it. Adam comes home, I give him beer, take off clothes, give massage and we fuck. Jean underneath.
Few weeks later, I ask for anal - but the pleasure is too much and I faint.
And that's it. Definitely no reindeer services. (Big laughs)
And she made it worse by (deliberately) adding: It's not fucking cold enough for reindeer here anyway!! We went through a box of tissues wiping our eyes.
Poor Veronika was laughing along but hadn't said a word yet, so we gave her the floor to introduce herself. Her English was not quite as good as Deena's but still better than Elena - but the latter was coming up fast on her. Veronika made the organism/orgasm mistake. Elena corrected her gently, but didn't gloat.
I asked her about her host family but they were old and probably not sexually active. What do you think of what Elena just explained?
Oh, if I had a hunk like Adam, and a beautiful lady like Jean as hosts I would deffo get involved. But not coercion - then I"m outta there. But I hate Christmas, especially Dancer & Prancer and that fucking dickhead Rudolph. No reindeers for me either!!!
After calming everyone down, Margey said:
We say the same thing to you as we say to every visitor: if you're unhappy or uncomfortable with anything that goes on here, you're free to leave, no questions asked. We'll order a taxi and pay for it to take you home.
For example, we might play pee games later. OK for you?
I've never tried, but am willing to give it a go. Like lezzy: I'm more hetero than bi, but with people like Jean and Margey, I might be turned. Margey, can I caress you all over please and maybe lick your cunt. I've never seen a Latina woman and I want to try. Please take my tits out and do what you want with them.
So they started and Elena and Jean followed suit. Adam and I just watched the show.
It seems nobody had thought about the Order of Service for today. So we went upstairs and Adam and I fucked the other"s spouse. Elena showed Veronika how to eat pussy, then swapped round as receiver and giver. Then 69ed.
Break for 15 mins. Into the bathroom, introducing V slowly to pee games without freaking her out. A & J were obviously past masters. Elena spoke a bit in Russian to her to put her at her ease, but no-one minded that at all.
Quick rinse, and to the hot tub. Veronika had never even heard of them and was smitten by it straightaway.
Fuck, this is good, I heard her mutter under her breath as the warm water went up to her shoulders.
Our 5-person tub was inadequate for 6, so Margey sat on me and Jean on Adam. Elena played with V"s submerged boobies.
Our final event of the day was for me to fuck Veronika (I checked with her first) and Adam did Elena. Margey and Jean hadn't touched each other yet, so now was their chance. Margey reported later she was a good, sensitive and giving partner.
No food had been prepared (by design) so as Margey and I had planned we took the menu for Ken's nearest restaurant (not the new one far away), and 10mins later I phoned the order through on my CC, telling everyone this one's on me.
In the end, we just got the set meal for 6, with a few extras: prawn toast (I love), spring rolls (for Margey) and prawn crackers.
The range of dishes was incredible, the quality high and everything delicious. I was eating leftovers for days (no sweat, man).
Bloated and satiated, we said our goodbyes
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Title: 11 - College Years 3 - Home for Thanksgiving
Tags: True Story, Male / Older Female, Male/Female
Introduction:
Home for the Weekend.
Content:
Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off-chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have stories before this - while the other stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection. I've edited the titles of my other stories to include numbering in case anyone is confused. I apologize that the site doesn't list them in publishing order, but I can't really do anything about that - doing what I can. Enjoy!
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My first few months of college were over, and it was time to head home for Thanksgiving. I had been having a blast at college. I was getting better grades than I got in high school (putting in more work, of course), having sex with any woman who wanted it, and partying harder than I had ever tried when I was in high school. I was actually kind of thankful for the break from dorm life more than anything. It would be nice to see my family and friends from back home whom I wasn’t living with. I got home and had a nice dinner with my family, which was great – I hadn’t seen my sister in half a year, and hadn’t seen the rest of my family since they dropped me off at college three months earlier. We had a big turkey dinner, did the usual Thanksgiving stuff, and then I went to bed early. It was weird how a bed that had been my own for almost nineteen years was suddenly almost weird and foreign.
The next day I helped out around the house, assisting my mom with some yard work and changing burnt out bulbs that they just hadn’t cared enough to replace. After studying a fair amount during the day, I got a call from Bill. He was having a party that night since his parents would be out late, and anyone from our graduating class was invited, as well as people from our dorm that we met who lived near enough. Unfortunately, Alexa and her dad had decided to go visit her aunt for the holiday, so she was on the other side of the country. I was bummed about that, but at least I would get to see some of my friends that I hadn’t seen since various points of the summer. I had dinner with my parents and then it was off to Bill’s.
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“Your parents got you a keg?”
“Two kegs, actually,” Bill bragged.
“Dude, that’s kinda fucked up.”
“Whatever, I’m not complaining,” he laughed.
“So how many people are coming anyway?” I didn’t think we would get enough people to show up in order to polish off both kegs.
“I dunno, man. I invited everyone that we hang out with and told them all to get the word out.”
Get the word out. That is the phrase that turns a good party into an out-of-control-cops-get-called kind of party. I have never been one to like big parties. When I went to keggers in high school, I hung out with my group of friends, we drank, and then usually ended up leaving to go hang out somewhere else. I went inside and began to put things I knew to be valuable in a basket.
“What are you doing?” Bill asked, joining me inside.
“Moving all this shit up to your parents room so they don’t kill you when someone breaks it.”
He started grabbing other things, and we put them all upstairs out of harms way before carrying a couch upstairs from the living room and putting it at the top of the stairs with a paper sign on it reading ‘STAY DOWNSTAIRS’.
“Alright man, people are probably gonna start showing up in an hour or two, so I’m gonna get ready. You cool just chilling while I shower and stuff?”
“Of course,” I told him, going back downstairs and doing one last look around to see if we had missed anything important.
“Hey, can you go buy some ice,” Bill yelled down from upstairs.
“Alright,” I yelled back up, going out the door.
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I dumped the ice in the giant bucket the first keg was sitting in, before lugging the rest into the Deepfreeze in Bill’s basement. Coming back upstairs, I saw a face I had rarely seen over the last few years.
“Oh my god, Rob!” Lisa yelled, running across the hall to hug me.
“How’s it going, Lisa?” I laughed. She was as hot as ever, and dressed to kill.
“I’m good. How’re you liking college? Bill said you guys are having a ton of fun!”
“It’s not bad,” I answered. “I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight.”
“I wasn’t supposed to be,” she sighed. “My plans fell through, so I invited some people over to join Bill’s party.
“Does Bill know?” I laughed.
“Not yet. He just got in the shower a couple minutes ago.”
“It should be fine. Man it’s great to see you. You look phenomenal,” I complimented her.
“You look great yourself. I talked to Bill last night… he said you’re getting around at college,” a grin spread on her face.
“Uhh, I guess,” I stammered.
“It’s ok. It’s college – you’re supposed to have fun, remember? Besides, if I were at college with you, I’d be on that dick every night,” she bit her bottom lip. “Come on,” she told me, grabbing my hand and running to the basement.
Closing the door behind her, she pushed me onto the bed in the spare bedroom.
“I don’t know if we have time for this,” I told her, sitting up on my elbows. “And what if Bill comes down looking for me?”
She left the room again for a minute, before returning.
“I told him you had to go home for a bit to help your dad with something and you’d be back.”
Wasting no time, she was naked in under a minute. Jumping onto the bed, she didn’t even bother with foreplay, pulling my jeans and boxers off, and sliding herself down my already hard cock.
“Fuck, I missed this,” she told me, putting her hands on my chest and bouncing gently up and down.
I let her ride me for a couple minutes before grabbing her and flipping her over, her legs over my shoulders. I started to fuck her hard and fast – we didn’t have a lot of time, and Bill would surely hear her moaning if he happened to come down to the basement. She let out a small squeak each time my cock buried itself in her velvet sheath, sounding like a dog’s toy.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she moaned, rubbing her clit while I continued to thrust into her.
Her legs kicked into the air, wrapping around me as her pussy started to squeeze my cock hard. I waited for her small orgasm to pass before lifting her off the bed and spinning her over again to fuck her from behind. I shimmied up her back so I was fucking her from above, my cock eliciting a small shriek every time it rubbed into her g-spot. Her pussy wasn’t incredibly tight, but I could still feel myself about to cum.
“I’m gonna cum,” I told her, continuing to fuck her hard.
“Ok, in me,” she squealed.
I took a few last thrusts before I began to empty into her. I pulled out and my cock oozed a bit more cum on her leg.
“Holy shit,” I panted. “That was great.”
“I know,” she gasped, catching her breath and rolling onto her back.
I leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.
“This was way better without Charlotte around,” she smiled up at me.
“Is she gonna be here tonight?” I laughed, getting a punch in the arm for my lack of sensitivity.
“She is,” Lisa answered. “But she’s been dating a guy for like three years now. She actually hasn’t cheated on him once.”
I was kind of surprised, but thought better of pursuing the matter.
“Alright, Rob. I need to go retouch my makeup now. But I just want you to know that my panties are gonna be soaked in your spunk for the rest of the night,” she kissed me again softly before leaving me alone in the basement.
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“Where the hell did you come from?” Bill asked, as I walked outside.
“I was just checking for more shit to put away downstairs,” I lied to him. What was I going to say? That I had just fucked his sister, and not for the first time?
“Alright, well people are showing up. Let’s get this keg flowing,” he told me.
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The party was going on for a while. It was actually a pretty good time, even with the probably one or two hundred people crammed into his backyard and house. It was nice to catch up with people I hadn’t seen, especially all my good friends. It felt like no time had passed at all, and we were joking just like normal within seconds. There was one small downside – Emily was at the party. I had done a pretty good job avoiding her, but people kept telling me that she wanted to talk to me. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. Seeing her coming my way from across the backyard, I ducked inside and ended up in the basement with Lisa and some of her friends.
“Hey, loser,” Charlotte teased as I walked in.
She had apparently gotten kind of fat since I last saw her, and I wasn’t going to let her comment slide. “Damn, I’ve heard of the freshman fifteen, but I never knew about the jumbo junior,” I slapped her with my words.
All the guys in the room started to howl with laughter. Some of the girls were laughing too, while a couple were scowling at me for my rude retort.
“Rob, that’s not cool,” Lisa told me, grabbing me and escorting me from the room.
“Sorry, Lisa,” I offered once we had left the room.
“It’s fine, I just wanted to show you something,” she told me, pulling me into the bathroom.
Locking the door behind her, she reached her hand down the front of her pants and scooped out some of my cum and her juices that had mixed together in her panties. Looking me in the eye, she licked her fingers clean, before smirking and rinsing her hand off. This girl was something else.
“Thanks again,” she winked, leaving me alone in the bathroom.
I was about to leave as well when Emily walked in.
“There you are,” she smiled at me.
“What’s up Emily,” I answered politely.
“Nothing, I’ve been looking for you.”
“Oh, really? I’ve been around all night,” I told her, wanting to get to the point.
“How’s college going for you?”
“It’s good, Em,” I sighed. “What do you want?”
“I just wanted to talk to you. It’s been hard, ya know.”
“What do you mean? What’s been hard?” I asked her.
“College. I mean the classes are fine, but I just haven’t had an easy time making friends.”
I felt a little bad for her – she had had a pretty rough adolescence being shipped off to boarding school for a couple years, and now this.
“What’s going on? You’ve never had a problem with people,” I replied.
“I miss you a lot,” she started to cry. “I thought we were going to be together when we went to college, and we’d live together after our freshman years.”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to be a complete asshole, and there was definitely no way she was ready to hear that I had been dating her best friend behind her back for over half a year.
“Don’t you miss me?” she asked, looking through tear-filled eyes.
“Honestly? No, Em. I’m sorry, I just… I moved on a while ago.”
I heard her breath catch in her throat.
“You don’t think about me?”
“Not really, no. Sorry, but it’s probably better to be honest and kind of blunt than to lead you on. I haven’t thought about you or us in that way since prom.”
“Can’t we just… once more?”
I thought back to my arrangement with Alexa. The only person she had forbade me from ever having sex with was the girl who had locked herself in the bathroom with me moments ago.
“No, Em. I’ve moved on. I’ve been seeing someone,” I explained.
“From home?”
I didn’t have the balls to tell her the truth.
“No, I’ve been dating a girl I met at college since the first week I got there.”
“Is she here tonight?”
“No, but that doesn’t matter,” I sighed. “Look, Em… it’s over. Do what you gotta do, but don’t do it with me.”
I tried to gently move her out of the way of the door, but she tried to slap me.
“You’re never going to find someone as good as me,” she screamed at me, as I managed to push past her and open the door.
She kept trying to smack me in the side of the head when Lisa came out of the room her friends were in.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Lisa, this is Emily, my ex-girlfriend.” I had managed to grab Emily’s wrists, but she was still trying to knee me.
“Stop trying to hit Rob, or get the fuck out of my house,” Lisa grabbed Emily’s hair, yanking her back.
Emily turned to try and swing at Lisa, and I took this opportunity to grab her and pin her arms to her body, dragging her slowly upstairs. Lisa followed behind from a safe distance, lest she get a foot in the face. I carried and dragged Emily to the front door and took her outside when Lisa opened it.
“Stop, alright?” I told her.
There was a few people standing in the doorway, shocked at what was going on.
“Go home, Em.”
“You’re not welcome in this house,” Lisa added.
I let the other people inside, before closing the door behind me and locking it. Looking through the peephole, I waited until Emily eventually started to walk down the street. Turning around, I saw a bunch of my friends laughing and slow clapping at what I had just done. I didn’t smile, pushing my way through them to get something to drink.
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The rest of the evening passed without incident. People were being respectful of the house, nothing was getting broken, and most people had started to leave once the second keg went dry. Despite there being nothing broken, there was still a lot to clean up. There was no way Bill would spend his whole night policing people to take off their shoes when they went inside, so there was a lot of dirt on the floor. Fortunately it was mostly hardwood, though there was some carpet that would need cleaning.
As the last of our friends disappeared into the night, Bill went upstairs and passed out on his bed. Lisa and I were getting a head start on cleaning up when her parents walked in. I apologized for the dirt on the carpet, but told them I would have it cleaned up before I left.
“You can stay over, Rob. You can always stay here if you need to,” she told me, hugging me hello.
“Alright, well I’m still gonna try to clean it tonight.”
“Don’t worry about it, kiddo,” Roger laughed. “I’m beat, and I don’t need that damn machine keeping me up.”
Lisa excused herself, following her dad upstairs, while I continued to clean the hardwood floor.
“Rob, relax. We can clean it in the morning.”
“Are you sure, Hailey?”
“Ya it’s fine,” she smiled.
I walked outside with her so she could survey the damage done to her backyard.
“This isn’t so bad. Some people walked through my garden, but there’s nothing growing right now anyway,” she shrugged.
“We already cleaned up a lot of the cups,” I explained why it didn’t look bad.
We were walking back inside when Hailey stumbled a bit, grabbing my arm for support.
“Woo,” she laughed. “I guess I had more wine than I thought. Rob, could you help me downstairs?”
“Downstairs?”
“Ya, I snore when I’ve had too much to drink. My husband won’t be too thrilled if I keep him up all night.”
Walking downstairs with her, we opened the door to the bedroom to find a couple girls asleep in it. We closed the door, and Hailey led me to the playroom.
“I didn’t know Lisa’s friends were staying over. I’ll just sleep on the couch.”
I had been planning on sleeping in that bed myself – now that the couch was no longer an option either, I stood there looking around, while Hailey laid on the couch, pulling a blanket over herself.
“Rob, can you close the door and come over here for a moment?”
“Sure thing,” I told her, doing as she asked.
“You know, you’re such a great guy. I remember when you started staying over here all the time, you were a chubby little thing. You’ve really grown up and gotten to be a very good-looking young man.”
“Uhh… thanks,” I blushed.
“You know, I saw you once.”
“Pardon me?”
“I saw you once. You and Lisa and Charlotte.”
My eyes went wide with horror.
“It’s fine, sweety, really. My daughter is a bit of a slut, I’m well aware.”
“Well, that was,” I began to explain before she cut me off.
“Rob. It’s fine.” She sat up. “I’ve thought about that night often. You had your hands full with those two girls,” she said, emphasizing the word ‘girls’.
“Ya, well. It was a couple years back. Sorry.” I didn’t know what to say.
Hailey grabbed my hand, pulling me to sit down beside her.
“You know, Rob… I’ve never been able to get the sight of you out of my head. You were young then, and it was inappropriate… but you’re older now, and I find myself following my body’s urges.” She gently stroked my cheek.
I had obviously thought about Hailey in a sexual way at some point in my past – she’s a pretty good-looking woman, and I was at her house all the time. I had never seriously thought about it, though.
“When I saw you in bed at college with…”
“Ashley,” I provided the name for her.
“With Ashley… I couldn’t help but think how great it would feel to be that dumb girl on the bed, instead of the neglected woman waking you up. Do you know the last time my husband fucked me when it wasn’t my birthday?”
“Hailey, this is… weird.”
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“Kind of,” I answered honestly.
She pushed on, ignoring me.
“We’ve fucked maybe three times in the last two years, Rob. Three times. Do you know how hard it is for a woman my age to see attractive young men at the gym? They flirt with me, but I don’t do anything.”
“Maybe you should talk to your husband about this,” I offered, standing up.
“We’ve talked about it for years, Rob. We’ve seen marriage counselors, we’ve tried spicing things up in the bedroom… nothing seems to work. He can barely get hard for me anymore.”
This was way too much information for me to know about my best friend’s parents.
“Please… sit down, Rob. I just need to talk about this.”
I hesitated momentarily, before complying, although I tried to sit with a bit of distance between us.
“When I saw you in bed with… Ashley? I couldn’t help but think about that night a couple years ago. I masturbate to the thought of you all the time now, Rob.” She grabbed my wrist to discourage me from standing up again. “I can’t get you out of my head. I snuck off to the bathroom at the restaurant we were at tonight and touched myself to this,” she flipped open her phone to show me a picture of me in bed with Ashley. “Thinking about me being the woman beside you.”
I was stunned. She had managed to take a picture of me in bed without her husband noticing, and before I had woken up. Not only that, but my best friend’s mom had just confessed that she was fingering herself to this picture, and the thought of having me as a sexual partner, for the past three months.
“Hailey…” I began, collecting my thoughts. “You’re Bill’s mom. You’ve looked after me so much over the last ten years.”
“I know, so I think you kind of owe me,” she laughed.
She crossed her leg over mine, straddling me on the couch.
“I need this, Rob. Please.”
“Hailey,” I tried to stand up, but she wouldn’t allow me. “This is just weird. It’d be like I was fucking my own mother.”
“Don’t talk like that,” she was breathing heavily now. “How many other women have you fucked, Rob?”
“I don’t know.”
“Guess,” she told me.
“Maybe like… forty?”
“Am I not attractive enough?”
“No, you’re plenty good-looking,” I looked her in the eyes.
“Rob… I know things will never be the same. But they won’t be the same already, anyway. After what I’ve told you, things are already permanently different between us.”
“So…”
“So you might as well fuck me while you have the chance,” she finished my thought.
“This is a one-time thing?”
“It’s a right now thing. If it happens again, it happens again,” she smiled at me, realizing that she was finally winning me over.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked her. I didn’t happen to have one.
“I had my tubes tied after Bill,” she told me.
“I’ve fucked a lot of girls with no rubber,” I explained. “I got tested when I first got to college, but I’ve fucked girls since then.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Get that cock out for me.”
I was still shocked by this situation. I had never heard Hailey talk this way, and it was definitely arousing to be with a woman I had jerked off to a few times over the years. Never did I think this would be a reality, though.
I pushed her off of me, standing up and dropping my jeans to the floor.
“Hang on,” she said, going over the door.
She pushed a chair under the doors so no one would be able to get in on the off chance someone tried. Coming back over to me, she slipped her dress off her shoulders, letting it join my clothes on the ground.
“You’re such a lucky boy,” she told me, referring to my size. “You’ve got those girls at school lined up down the hall for a chance at this, don’t you?” She grabbed my length, tugging me roughly a few times. “Sit down, Rob. It’s been a while since I did this,” she told me, taking me into her mouth.
It may have been a while since she blew her husband, but she was damn good at it. Her hand stroked the base of my cock while her mouth swallowed me until it met her hand. Every time her mouth reached the end of my cock, she swirled her tongue delicately over my bulbous head, like it was her art project. Her other hand lightly rolled my balls back and forth, gently pulling on them as she continued to expertly fellate me.
“Oh my god, that’s amazing,” I moaned, as she stood up to slip her bra and panties off.
Her breasts sagged a little, but they were still reasonably firm and her nipples stood out from her breasts like two little nubs. I noticed some razor burn around her pussy.
“Did you just shave recently?” I asked, standing up and taking her ass cheeks, one in each hand.
“I’ve been thinking about you coming home for the holiday for months, Rob,” she moaned, stepping onto her tiptoes as I squeezed her ass.
I suddenly realized that she had probably convinced her husband to buy kegs for her son in order to set this entire plan into motion.
“You set this whole thing up?”
“I need you,” she moaned, grabbing my cock again and rubbing it against her belly.
I lay her on the couch, kneeling between her legs.
“Do you… do you do oral, Rob?”
I sat back and laughed.
“It’s ok… you don’t have to,” she shied away.
“It’s not that… Of course I ‘do oral’.”
I put my face between her legs, slightly wrinkled and stretched with age, and began to kiss her inner thighs. Her hand reached down, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me to her pussy.
“Eat me,” she moaned, as I tongued her labia.
I stabbed at her pussy a few times with my tongue, before sucking and licking her lips and clit, adding fingers inside her to increase the stimulation. Her pussy was tight, I assume from years of neglect, and she had a death grip on my fingers. Fucking her was going to be a treat. I continued to suck on her clit until I felt a smell tremble with my fingers and heard her moans catch in her mouth with each shuttered breath from her orgasm. Scooting up the couch, I quickly rubbed my cock around her pussy for lubricant, before gently pushing it in.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,” she moaned, pinching her nipples while her shoulders writhed around on the couch.
I slowly pumped in and out of her, trying not to elicit too much noise.
“Kiss me,” she demanded, pulling my face to hers.
Our tongues danced in the chasm between our mouths as our bodies became one mass of rhythmic fornication. I reached under her armpits, grabbing her shoulders for leverage and began to pump into her harder and deeper, masking her moans with my mouth. Pulling my mouth away, I clamped a hand over hers as she cried out with another orgasm. Her hand reached up, taking mine and pointing my fingers into her mouth, sucking on them with as much intensity as her pussy was emitting during her climax. I waited until her pussy stopped its spasms before continuing to fuck her deeply.
“Can you cum in me, Rob? It’s been so long,” she begged me with her eyes.
“Whatever you want, Hailey,” I told her, picking up speed as my own orgasm approached.
I grunted my climax into her, her legs wrapping tightly around me to encourage the release of my seed deep inside her. Her hand rubbed gently on my cheek, as she caught her breath and thanked me again and again.
---
I woke up a few hours later to Hailey sucking on me again.
“Just enjoy this,” she told me, pushing me back when I tried to sit up.
She tried her hardest to take as much of me in her mouth as she could, but couldn’t get much more than halfway down before she gagged.
“Sorry,” she wiped the spit from her chin. “I can do this… it’s been a while.”
I laid back and relaxed, watching this mature woman do her best to reassure herself that she still had her skills. It took a few minutes, but she managed to get about six inches in before she had to pull off for air.
“I need you to help me,” she told me, grabbing my hands and helping me to my feet.
She laid on the couch, her legs going up the back of it and her head hanging over the edge. I knew exactly what she wanted to me to do, so I pushed my cock into her mouth, and asked if she was ready. She mumbled yes around the invader in her mouth, and I gently pushed. Her throat wasn’t opening up to me, so she grabbed my hips and pushed and pulled on me, encouraging me to do what I had to. I grabbed her head with both of my hands and started to fuck into her throat. I could feel her gagging and trying to force me out, but it was just her natural reaction – the rest of her body gave no indication that she was in trouble. I pulled out, let her catch her breath, and then pushed back in.
“Here we go,” I told her, before pushing all the way until my balls rested against her nose.
I rested there for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of her throat squeezing my head and cock, trying to milk me. She tapped my thighs and I pulled out, and she flipped over, sitting up.
“I knew I could do it,” she laughed. “Are you gonna cum?”
I wasn’t close, and told her so. She thought it was a bad idea to keep going, since her husband would probably be awake soon, and she apologized repeatedly for leaving me with an erection. I told her it was fine and that last night was amazing.
“It was. Thank you so much, Rob.” She gently kissed me on the lips, her hand robotically finding its way back to my cock and stroking it lightly. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I can’t get enough,” she laughed again. “I’m going to make pancakes – are you going to stay for breakfast?”
“Sounds good,” I told her, watching her get dressed and quickly sneak upstairs.
I waited for my cock to deflate before dressing myself fully and going upstairs.
“Good morning, Rob,” Hailey ‘greeted’ me, in her housecoat now.
“Morning,” I answered cheerfully.
“What are you up to this weekend, Rob?” Roger asked me, his paper lifted in front of his gaze.
Hailey rubbed her ass against me, winking at me over her shoulder, as I replied that I didn’t have anything going on and was probably just going to study and then take the train back to school early the next day.
“Oh, well Hailey is driving Bill back tomorrow. Give him a ride, sweetheart – save the kid some money,” he suggested.
“I’d be fine with that,” Hailey answered happily.
Reaching behind herself, she squeezed me through my jeans. I closed my eyes and swallowed the moan that was trying to escape. Keeping my eyes on her husband, I reached up, my hand snaking its way into her housecoat and squeezing her naked breast.
“That would be great,” I smiled, breathing in the smell of her hair.
We heard footsteps on the stairs, and separated from each other with the memory of a few hours earlier fresh in our minds. |
Title: 11 inches of heaven
Tags: True Story, Anal, Blackmail, Blowjob, Cheating, First Time, Interracial, Lesbian, Threesome, Written by women
Introduction:
The night my life changed forever.
Content:
A little about me.
I was 18 got long legs 34 D breasts, small figure and had only slept with 2 people up to then (the biggest I had was 7"). I also had a boyfriend at the time.
I knew something was different about this night, I was wearing my little black dress, the usual thing I wear when I go out, my little black French knickers and had my killer heels on. It wasn't to revealing which came as a shock to my friends.
The drinks were flowing when there was a knock at the door, I went to answer it and there stood the most gorgeous black man I have ever seen he smiled at me and asked politely if Hannah (my friend) was around. I welcomed him in and took him into the front room where we all were.
Walking towards the living room when I slipped on something as I was about to fall I felt an arm come around me and pull me close I looked up and it was him. (I've never felt so embarrassed) that was when I realised he was feeling my tits as my dress rode up my ass to show my knickers.
As it got later we got more and more hammered, that's when he pulled me onto his lap and whispered in my ear "Have you ever felt a black cock before?" To which I giggled and shock my head and he leaned forwards and said "today's your lucky day" as he slid his fingers into my wet hungry pussy.
As he fingered me Hannah walked in and was watching from the other side of the room I was blissfully unaware until I heard a little moan and looked over at her with her legs spread wide and her fingers deep inside herself.
I was so horny I started to cum on his fingers as I beckoned Hannah over so I could taste her juices.
We then laid on the floor together slowly teasing and tasting each other putting on a bit of a show for him as he sat there massaging his hard cock. I looked at Hannah and she knew it was time we treated him so we made him lay on the floor and blindfolded him and each of us took hold if his cock and started to stroke it and slowly run our tongues around the tip, we could feel his cock pulsating as he was getting more excited at the thought of it Hannah started to deep throat his cock as I sat on his face she then proceeded to replace her mouth with her pussy on his cock and was riding like I have never seen before. I started to massage her tits and that's when I was overcome with an incredible feeling that sent shivers down my spine and I squirted in his mouth just as he came deep inside Hannah.
I received a phone call telling me someone he knows had gone to a party and just had sex and had sent a picture of the girl he fucked and it looked just like Hannah but he wasn't 100% sure as he had never seen her with a cock in her mouth I convinced him it couldn't of been and went to confront the lad. He said the only way he wouldn't expose me was to fuck him and his friends I agreed but on one condition they all had condoms on.
To which he responded was fine by him he would have a word with his friends. He came back about 20 minutes later and said go upstairs and wait for us to come up to fuck you.
I laid on the bed not knowing what to expect as I heard the door open I wasn't sure what to expect but I certainly didn't expect Hannah to be stood their in all her glory saying she wanted to have some more fun thats when I look and saw fresh cum in her hair but didn't hesitate for one moment as I wanted the same thing.
As we got lost on the moment I was certainly shocked as I felt her fingers pull out and a cock enter my wet pussy it wasn't long before he came and then the next one fucked me and it must if been 4/5+ different people had entered my pussy within an hour as I lay with my pussy throbbing I knew there was one more cock I had to take inside me.
I got dressed and went to find him and when I did he was on the phone to my boyfriend my heart sank and so did I as I pulled his cock out again and started sucking it he put the phone down and told me he hadn't shown or said anything yet.
I then rushed upstairs with Him and bent over the bed and pulled my knickers to the side as he teased my pussy with his hard cock as he was sliding the condom (as i had a boyfriend) on I turned round to admire his huge length. It was definitely the biggest I had ever received as he entered me I started to cry out in pain but also sheer pleasure as I climaxed. The more he fucked me the louder my cries got and I was loving every minute of it we fucked like that for about 15 minutes before he pulled out and laid on the bed when I straddled his cock and started to bounce at first his huge length wouldn't enter me fully the more I bounced the more it slid deep inside me.
He then got me on my hands and knees and forced his cock into my tight little asshole I started to cry with the pain of it. Each thrust hurt more and more I screamed when his full length entered me. As I became used to the feeling and started to enjoy it he told me he was about to cum.
That was when I got on my knees and took his condom off to taste his cock and taste his warm load down my throat as I started to suck his beautiful cock I started to gag on it and with one hand I was playing with his balls whilst I tossed him off with the other that's when he shot his warm sticky load in my mouth and all over my face and tits.
He took a picture of me covered in his load and bribes me with it every now and again.
At least he thinks its a bribe but I live being used a sex object for him and his friends. They all still use condoms apart from him he can cum anywhere he wants now. I live being with with his cum
Ever since that day no one else has ever made me cum like that. |
Title: 11 LOOSE GOOSE 12 SHOWER POWER
Tags: True Story, Boy, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Reluctance, Voyeurism, Young
Introduction:
Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach be my dad, he
Content:
[b]11
LOOSE GOOSE
After school the next day Jeff goes to Sean’s house again. After talking about the game, Jeff announces, “I’m going swimming, OK?”
“Sure.” So Jeff strips down to his undies and dives into the deep end. Soon Sean gets into his favorite old bikini. Jeff is delighted to see Sean join him without his pleading. Sean asks, “How do you like your baseball uniform?”
“Great! Real comfortable too.”
“How about the others, do they like them?”
“I think so—no complaints. Alex loves them. He says he gets hard every time he looks at my butt.”
“That figures—except that he sees you naked at the beach.”
“That’s what I said. He says the sleek pants make it more tantalizing.”
“Jeff, I’m surprised the rest of the team doesn’t object to revealing pants.”
“It’s a uniform, so they have an excuse.”
“Interesting. So they’re tired of the baggy style, but normally feel the pressure to conform.”
“Yeah. Sean, I get more respect than hassle for refusing to go baggy.”
“So they’re tired of hiding who they are, even if you need a microscope to see how they’re hanging.”
Jeff sees an opportunity to tackle Sean in the shallow end. When Sean regains his balance he lunges at Jeff. Jeff quickly tries to get away, but Sean manages to grab his foot and pull him in. Sean grabs his hip and throws him onto his shoulder. After spinning him, he shot puts him into the deep end. “Do that again, Sean!”
As they continue their horseplay Sean thinks about how free Jeff and Alex had been to do this naked at Black’s Beach. Now he is realizing how much he enjoyed it then without the confining feeling even a bikini presented, even though his thoughts then were all about Rachel. These naturists have a good thing going, he decides, but not in his pool. He leaves the pool to recline in his beach chair. When Jeff gets out, Sean sees how Jeff’s underwear clings to his genitalia, actually wrapping around his penis. Sean remembers his youth, swimming in a bikini. When he felt that cleavage around his penis, he would quickly lift the edge of his swimsuit to get rid of the clinging feeling. But Jeff couldn’t care less—how beautifully carefree. We thought we were carefree. As Jeff runs over to Sean, his penis bounces around, almost as if he were naked. Sean watches admiringly. Unconcerned, “Hey, whatchu looking at?” Speechless, Sean’s face turns beat red.
Perplexed, “Never saw you blush before.”
“I didn’t mean to be staring at your boyhood.”
Jokingly, with a straight face, “So you’re turning into an Alex.”
Not knowing how he’s gonna get out of this one, Sean sheepishly says, “I hope not!”
Not being able to contain himself any longer, Jeff cracks up laughing. Realizing he’d been totally duped, Sean lunges to goose Jeff. Jeff instinctively jumps out of reach and without missing a heartbeat, lunges to goose Sean good. Astonished by Jeff’s incredible quickness, Sean knows it’s time for brut force. He grabs Jeff’s hand and body, pulling him onto his lap. Using one arm to hold Jeff’s arms and body against his, he slowly moves his free hand toward the vitals, saying, “It’s time to mutilate Jeff’s jewels! Jeff’s total trust in him surprises Sean again. Jeff’s actually smiling as the monster’s hand enfolds his testicles.
“Which one do I squish first. They’re hard to locate, covered by this wet underwear. I’ll have to reach inside.” When he sees Jeff’s still totally fearless, he stops.
“Don’t quite now!”
Realizing he got himself into another dilemma, “Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t do that.”
“Chicken!”
“Sorry, I reached my limit.”
A light flashes inside Jeff, “I didn’t reach my limit,” as he quickly reaches into Sean’s bikini and grabs the merchandise. Sean gives him the hairy eyeball as he abruptly removes the attacking hand. As he stares into Jeff’s eyes, ready to chew him out, those innocent eyes melt his heart.
When Jeff sees he’s calmed down, “Your turn!”
“So who’s turning into Alex?”
“Who’s talking about sex? Not me.”
“Good! Now I need a break,” as Sean goes up to his room.
12
SHOWER POWER
Sean had just stepped into his shower when Jeff walks into the bathroom; “Can I take a leak?” Sean dislikes his brashness, but nature calls, so he gives an OK.
Done in a minute, the whiz kid says, “I’m coming in. I need a shower too.” Before Sean can respond Jeff stands behind him, naked too. Taking a bar of soap, “I’ll wash your back.” Jeff lathers his soft hands, slides them across Sean’s back, and continues down to his firm butt, working his magic right into his crack. “Mom says to clean real good here.” Sean savors every stroke. “OK, now I’ll wash you.” Sean shows deep care as his fingers glide across his body. Then he turns Jeff’s body around, going directly to those jewels, playing with them as he cleans. “My Mom use to say clean your foreskin and head real good,” doing just that to Jeff’s complete joy. Then Jeff takes the soap to work on Sean’s manhood, bouncing it around in the rinse water. Then he affectionately moves his cheek toward Sean’s precious package, when a horn blows outside. Sean wakes up, stunned by his vivid dream.
Sean touches himself, finding he’s not wet. He opens his eyes, tries to focus, and then sees he’s not in the shower. After a sigh of relief, his thoughts run all over the dream. Yes, it was a dream, he assures himself. As he calms down, he thinks about yesterday’s horseplay. Why did he even suggest he would reach into Jeff’s underwear? Did he really want to? Jeff surely wanted it. Why? He thinks about how nurturing it feels to hold his own genitals as he goes to sleep, which he does naked. He knows there’s no sexual intent in that ritual. As he thinks again about the horseplay, he’s convinced of the same. Neither he, nor Jeff had sexual ambition. Now had it been with Alex; that would be another story. Of course, he wouldn’t have let it happen with Alex. But then, again, he had—in the water at Black’s Beach, in public, no less. Why does Jeff horseplay with Alex, knowing Alex has a one-track mind? I’ll have to ask him. He had never thought twice about the Black’s Beach horseplay—his thoughts focused on Rachel the whole time. Yeah, but later he had fond memories of the horseplay. Now he’s having fond memories of the dream. Of course, he would never do such a thing, but there’s something special about the intimacy. The way Jeff is, he’d do it in a heartbeat. So don’t even put the thought into his head. He’ll have to be careful—most people think intimacy and sex are the same thing—he could get into big trouble. |
Title: 11 LOVE DOVE LOVE SHOVE
Tags: True Story, Boy / Boy, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Females, Young
Introduction:
Just sit back and enjoy the ride!
Content:
22 PEARL OVA GIRL
Five girls come to the door, ringing the bell. Sean answers, "Hello, girls. Can I help you?"
Giggling, Allison asks, "Yeah, is Jeff home?"
"Yes, he is." Turning, "Jeff! You have company. Are you decent?"
Jeff slips on his bikini underwear and scampers into the living room. With the girls gasping, Sean adds, "Jeff, you do own some clothes, don't you?"
In no hurry, Jeff checks out each girl with glowing eyes. De De says, "We hear you and Maria broke up."
Belinda brushes her long hair to the side, "Yeah, we don't want you getting lonely."
Sean asserts, "Do I need to send these lovely ladies along?"
Jeff quickly quips, "Come in girls. I'll be right back." Swiftly, he swoops upstairs, shaking his booty. "Like wow! I didn't know I was this popular!" He finds a tank top and short shorts and slaps on some of Sean's aftershave. He struts back downstairs, smiling, "I'm back, girls."
While crowded on the sofa, the five girls watching his every step. Elisha alluringly suggests, "Come sit with us, big boy." Each girl moves to make room for Jeff, but they don't succeed in opening a spot for him. So Jeff steps between De De and Caroline, to the disappointment of the three other girls, then sees the spot open up. Jeff slouches back, sliding his arms effortlessly around his select girls, letting his hands hold their hips. De De squirms with delight, but Caroline becomes squeamish. Jeff apologizes and moves his hand further to Elisha's arm. Caroline sadly realizes she blew her chance. Elisha shines with delight. Soon they all chatter up a storm.
When Jeff jumps up, stone silence stills the scene. Jeff turns to eye each girl, then says, "Let me rest," proceeding to lay down across their laps. Each girl freezes. Jeff jests, "Just enjoy yourselves." None dare lay a finger on their dream boy. Soon Jeff forgets the girls are there, becoming despondent that he lost Maria. When De De suggests that they need to get going, Jeff, realizing he's still on their laps, gets up quickly. Trying to muster up enthusiasm, "Thanks for stopping in, girls. Please come again." The girls left, sorely disappointed that they let the opportunity slip away.
Jeff starts crying. Soon Sean comes in to comfort him. Jeff climbs into his lap, continuing to cry. Sean eventually suggests they go take a shower. Jeff perks up. He hugs Sean as tears continue to flow, "Some other time, Sean. Some other time."
23 STUCK IN THE MUCK
Rachel gets up early in the morning, listening to the chorus of chirping birds. "What a wonderful world our Lord has swung into motion," she praises as she stretches in front of her mirror. After showering she sees Sean and Jeff sleeping as she passes their room. She stops dead in her tracks. She looks again in disbelief. With Jeff's head resting on Sean's stomach, his hand wrapped around Sean's shaft, Jeff's penis pulses fully erect. She gasps, wanting to scream. She starts downstairs. She stops again, goes back and screams, "What's going on!!!"
It takes them a moment to awake, but soon both realize what she's screaming about. Jeff moves off of Sean, but neither say a word.
Hysterically, "Sean! You can't tell me you didn't know what Jeff was doing."
Softly, "No Rachel."
"You can't tell me he didn't do this before!"
Jeff remembers, "I was dreaming about Maria. I miss her so much."
"Jeff, we need to move back home."
Sean remains calm, "Rachel, we have a contract on your house. We need the money for the wedding."
"What wedding!"
Angrily, "Rachel!"
Jeff suggests, "What's the big deal. Let me have my room now, if it bothers you."
"I'm not sleeping with that monster!"
"Get a grip, Mom."
"No. You go downstairs." Jeff doesn't move. "Now!"
When Jeff leaves, Rachel slams the door, turning angrily toward Sean, "You're just like Fred! No wonder you like him. You pervert!"
"Rachel. Rachel. Rachel. Lay down."
"I'm not touching you! Everything's off. I'm going home."
"OK, go home. Think this over a few days. Just don't cancel anything yet."
"You need to tell me what's going on!"
"Nothing's going on, Rachel. Nothing, my love."
"Don't call me that!"
Painfully, "Your anger cuts to the core of my being. Please calm down. Please."
"No. I won't." But the anger lessens. "OK, I'll give it a couple days. But don't go near Jeff.
"Jeff's hurting bad. He needs me--or your parents when you're working."
"I'm calling them now."
"I'd appreciate that you don't give them the details of this feud."
"I'm telling the whole world."
"Rachel! You know that's a horrible idea."
"I don't care. Just leave."
Losing patience, "What do you mean?"
"Leave until Jeff and I get out of here."
"OK. I'll go out for breakfast. What do you need? An hour? Two hours?"
"I only have an hour now. We'll have to come back another day for whatever we forget."
"Fair enough. I'll be out in ten minutes."
"Don't even say goodbye to Jeff. Just go.
24 LIMP WIMP
"Jeff, did you hear the talk about Fred's dad hitting on kids."
Jeff does some quick thinking, "No, Alex. Who did he beat up?"
"Dah. Not beat. Making the move on kids."
"Oh, wow! But why do you care. You'd probably love him coming on to you."
"Yeah, right! Not him."
"OK, at least you know what could happen if Sean actually wanted you. So cut him some slack."
"Yeah, I hear you. But that's different."
"No it's not, but these rumors are bad, whether they're true or not. Who's saying Mr. Weber hit on him."
"Everyone."
"No. Who got attacked."
"I don't know."
"Just great. When was the attack?"
"I don't know."
Flustered, "I need to find out, but they probably won't tell me because Fred's my friend."
"So you want me to play detective."
"Thanks for offering. You're shrewd. You'll know how to handle it. But something else seems to be bothering you."
"Oh, I'm frustrated with Logan."
Surprised, "You mean going all the way isn't all that it's cranked up to be?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Dah. Logan's excited about it and you act like you don't know anything."
"I think Logan's high on beef jerky. He goes limp every time he tries! That's why I'm frustrated. I get zoned in, only to be let down. Don't you dare tell him I said this. Don't tell anybody."
"Alex, you know you can trust me. What about you? You probably can't even reach."
"Shut up, big boy. I'm a smooth operator."
Compassionately, "Sorry, no insult intended. I just was curious. You know, you're probably lucky. Logan's log probably would really hurt."
"Don't think that helps me feel better." |
Title: 11] Steps Along the Road of Life.
Tags: True Story, Boy, First Time
Introduction:
How I was changed by a single night.
Content:
IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GAY SEX PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY.
i WELCOME YOUR FEEDBACK AND COMMENTS. DO NOT HESITATE TO CONTACT ME.
Steps Along The Road Of Life.
Telling the story of how I was introduced to gay sex woke many dormant memories, memories of events and occurrences, of faces and facts, of names and of people long gone from my life, things that have been submerged in the recesses of my brain for nearly 40 years. Much had been forgotten and much buried under fresher, newer experiences until dragged to the surface of my mind by the recollections of those exuberant times. But in all the years since meeting him, I had never forgotten Bunty, his looks and his body, the feel of his kisses or of his cock, and all that he had taught me. Possibly because of that, I have ever since then, been partial to boys who had similar looks to that of my tutor, who was my first lover and who had shown me what pleasures can be obtained through a liaison with a willing boy. As I have shared with you so much of my history and my long lost past, I decided to allow you a look at these memories as well.
In the six months Bunty and I had been enjoying sex together he had broken down much of my inhibitions and fears. On the night of my first fuck, even though I had become used to having sex with Bunty, I still was shy and timid of doing so with any other boy and had rejected Bunty’s invitations to join their group, or allow another boy to join in our revels. The sudden introduction of Munna into our games swiftly brought the remaining parts of my shyness and timidity crashing down. Though shocked as I had been by Munna’s duplicity in forcing Bunty to abdicate his place as the partner to my first penetration of a backside, I had taken charge of the situation and had made Munna do my bidding. I had made him masturbate and produce sperm to lubricate my entry into Bunty’s behind and then enjoyed my second fucking of an ass, this time in full view of a third person. Though Munna had heard all about me from Bunty, he had never actually set eyes on a circumcised cock before nor had he seen or felt a cock of the size and thickness that I possessed.
Suitably impressed by my penetration of his ass and by the ability to get erect again almost immediately and be potent enough to fuck Bunty as long and as hard as I had, induced Munna to beg to be allowed to stay with us for the rest of the night. So not only was I introduced to the pleasures of fucking a willing boy’s backside that night I was also exposed to group sex. The addition of an extra pair of hands, another cock and asshole, along with one more mouth soon brought about a completely different set of sensations and situations. The three of us spent the rest of that night in exploring what could and could not be done with 3 of everything available for use. Over the next few days we tried all possible combinations and configurations and I took to it all like a duck to water. Bunty and Munna were not slow to see the change in my attitude and soon introduced me to the rest of their group. But let me first tell you of the few days the three of us spent in exploring group sex before coming to our dealings with the other votaries at the altar of sexual gratification.
Munna had been 20 when he showed his cousin that a cock could be used for purposes other than passing water. Bunty had been 18 at the time and could get an erection but not produce sperm. Bunty had been just below 19 when he started me on the journey of discovery, then around six months later and when he was nearing 20 he had shown me all about anal sex. When I fucked his ass, Munna had been 20, a fairly good looking boy, though his features were rougher and less refined than Bunty’s chiselled looks. He was shorter than Bunty and was more heavily built. Unlike Bunty’s hairless body Munna had a thick growth of hair around his pubic area and under his arms as well. His chest and belly were still without any visible growth but his arms and legs had some amount of hair on them.
Aside from their characters and looks, the main difference between the two of them was in size and shape of the penis. Bunty’s cock was averaged sized and straight, with a foreskin that could be pushed right back revealing a red head that had a nice shape and look. His cock was smooth and unlined by any veins. Munna on the other hand was different. His cock was thicker than Bunty’s but shorter and his foreskin though much longer could not be retracted fully. Also towards the base, his cock became much thinner than the front part was, giving it a rather odd pendulous look; it also had a slight curve. Bunty’s erections could not be rivalled by anyone. They would cause that slim smooth cock to point upwards towards his chin, the head almost fully exposed as it thrust out of the foreskin. I never saw Munna’s cock rise to anything more than a 90 degree angle to his body and that too only rarely. Munna’s backside was also larger and heavier than Bunty’s smaller and neater buns. Munna liked to fuck and to get fucked, would suck any cock presented to him but strangely did not like to have his cock sucked.
By this time I was about to enter my 20th year, and though still somewhat of an innocent by nature the preceding six months had made physical differences between me and the younger boys evident. My cock was the thickest and longest either boy had seen, it was also circumcised again a first for them. I could produce more sperm with each ejaculation than they could and also recovered from an ejaculation much quicker. While fucking I could last a much longer time before shooting my load. I had traces of hair on my chest and stomach while around my penis the growth was dense and thick.
That night my horizons were broadened to an amazing extent. Not only did I learn how enjoyable it was to fuck a boy’s ass I learned many other new things as well. My reservations about having sex with a boy other than Bunty were shattered and with the introduction of Munna into the equation many new avenues of sensations were opened. How and where Munna learned all he knew I never found out. But he had already taught and shown Bunty much more than Bunty had ever told me. Very soon I was introduced to rimming, as Munna suddenly spread my ass cheeks and applied his tongue to my rear entrance. He also shortly showed me how to excite Bunty by licking him under the balls. I also learnt what it felt like to have your ass fucked while your prick was fucking another ass. Munna had invited me to fuck his ass a second time and when I entered him Bunty slipped behind me and started fingering my hole. As it created a rather nice feeling I thought I was being clever and asked Bunty to use his prick instead of his finger. Stopping my thrusts into Munna I waited till Bunty successfully had plunged his cock into my hole before resuming my movements. It was a fantastic feeling to have your ass entered by a hard cock as your own hard cock was spreading another’s backside passage. It was only after we had all reached climax that I learnt that both Munna and Bunty had done this sort of thing many times before.
Over the next few days Bunty and Munna took me right through the entire range of their experiences. They showed me how to 69 one body while in the doggy position and how the one who was on his hands and knees could be fucked thereby greatly enhancing the feelings of all three participants. Once they had reached the end of what they could show and teach me in a threesome they introduced another element in the form of a fourth boy, then quickly a fifth and a sixth till I had been introduced to their entire circle of intimate friends and sexual partners. These boys were all around the same age with Bunty still being the youngest. I soon replaced Munna as the leader of the group, but not because of my knowledge or experience. Munna had been the one to introduce most of the other boys to these sexual exercises. From where he learnt all of this I never found out but his attitude had always been rather selfish, as was proven by his forcing Bunty to allow him to sneak into my room and take his place. Very soon the fact that I was the oldest of all, made the boys including Munna fall in with my desires and wishes. I think it was also my much more placid nature and more generous behaviour that pushed me into the leaders’ position. Of course it may have been because I had the biggest cock.
I do not recollect many great physical differences between those boys, except for one boy who had the ability to swallow the full length of any cock put in his mouth including mine. No other boy could deep throat a cock like he could. Between us there was never any division of roles, no top, no bottom, no male and no female part to be played. All would suck, and give their cocks to be sucked, all would fuck and all would allow themselves to be fucked. Even if we had known of the term “GAY” I do not think we would have considered ourselves to be that. This sexual indulgence was a part of growing up, part and parcel of life itself.
In a month or so Munna moved on and out of the group, he became interested in other sexual pursuits and anyway had to leave our town as his family was shifting to a different place. Other boys left as well when they discovered other pleasures or got tired of the same partners and new boys took their places. Only Bunty and I remained steadfast.
Though we would take part in the group activities quite regularly, we often we found ourselves preferring to have only one to one sex. Eventualy the group separated, the boys going their separate ways and neither of us was inclined to admit any new boys to our games. Through the final years of my schooling and in the first two years of my college, Bunty and I continued to be lovers. Four and a half years, actually, close to five years from when we met, I was 25 and Bunty was now just short of 24, we were still deeply involved with each other. Then my father got a promotion and was moved to the capital city. My life was thrown into turmoil. I had to enter a new college and though Bunty visited us during his vacations for a year or so we slowly drifted apart and eventually our relationship died a natural death. I presume he found new lovers as I did. Once many years later when I visited the old town I tried to trace him but was told he had married and had moved away a long time ago. Since Bunty’s time many other boys have occupied a place in my heart and in my bed but none ever took his place. To this day I can recall every line of his body, the feel of his skin, his cock, his eyes, and even his hair and the flip with which he used to toss it off his face. Sometimes I wonder what he remembers of me.
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Title: 12-1 Knickerrrrrs!
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Veronika is knickers
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 12-1 Knickerrrrs!
by Stack of Books
(2105 words)
After Dean & Serena came back from holiday, Lyn stayed on at their house for many weeks, and we heard she had loads of wonderful sexual escapades with them. It was great for while, but she felt she was intruding on their personal space a bit (especially as they resumed their Sunday wife swapping activities and she came over to see her sis on those days) and thereafter got a bit restless. She didn't really want to share with Ally again (they eventually admitted they both snored, so their spanking was equally deserved!), and I therefore came up with a solution (sort of).
We had a boxroom with a medium sized window situated at the other end of the house in which I kept a lot of excess stuff. I put it all in the shed or garage, cleaned and vacuumed it, gave it a lick of paint and put some nice carpet down. Sure, it wasn't as spacious as the other lodgers' rooms, really only big enough for a single bed and a wardrobe. Before I actually installed them however, I asked her to come and have a look. I told her she could have it for 50% of what Ally & Sven were paying. She jumped into my arms, inserted her minty tongue into my gob and started twizzling my hair in her fingers. (Obviously, she'd been talking to the BSB trio about this.)
Oh, Stevie-boy! You did all this for li'l ole me? I'm happy to accept.
Later on, I figured out a way to install a desk that folded up out of the way against the wall, as there wasn't space for a normal free standing one.
So we now had 4 pissing/pooping/fornicating/hot tub loving/pistol
-packing mommas as lodgers.
Inevitably, there were always a lot of food leftovers after every event that BSB did, even though she encouraged the hosts and their guests to fill up doggy bags. Nevertheless, Martin often had to load their truck with stuff and take it back to HQ.
Bindi hated this part of her business venture and felt very guilty about throwing food away as she fully appreciated how in many other countries (like her own, India), millions of people less fortunate than ourselves in the west were dying of starvation and malnutrition. She thought our throwaway society (not just comestibles, for everything) was scandalous.*see paragraph below
But she just didn't have the fridge space in her kitchens to store it for too long, as it was constantly needed to store the freshly prepared food for the next event(s) in the diary. A partial solution was freezing it, but again that space was limited as it was needed for raw ingredients.
So every so often, she sent out an SMS to Margey, Molly, Franny, Andrea to swing by and pick up what they wanted, first come, first served, always with a deadline time, so we benefited greatly from the largesse. If there was *still* stuff to give away, she went further afield and contacted people like Jenny, Doreen (Mike McA's wife), Adrian, Sally, Serena, etc.
And of course, Bindi, Suze, Beth and Martin also ate it, thus reducing their overheads by having much lower grocery bills.
Personally speaking, our household loved it, as we now had 6 mouths to feed (just like the old days - aaah!). Admittedly, it got a bit samey sometimes eating jalfrezi four or five nights in a row, but for me I could never get enough of the Indian/Mexican/traditional fare that BSB Catering produced. Margey and all our 4 lodgers felt the same way. I even knocked a bit off their rent as clearly it wasn't me paying for the grub they received. Saved Margey a lot of time preparing and cooking too.
*Later she found a way to donate almost all of it to local homeless shelters and one-parent families living beneath the poverty line. Her conscience was eased, but we lost out and had to revert to beans on toast or fried bread.
Veronika was settling in well with Jean & Adam, and had already developed a good rapport and strong working relationship with them. The kids loved her dearly (and vice versa), and inevitably there was an 's' added to the end of her shortened name so it became NikAAAAAS (knickers) with a shouted second syllable. The 'Auntie' was dropped and forgotten fairly quickly.
She was very creative and inventive and played a lot of new games with Tommy & Justine. They especially liked painting and drawing, and Nika showed them how to make collages using scraps of cloth from Jean's shop and coloured paper. They loved using glitter too. The floor and carpet not loving it quite as much. The fridge door (and most of the kitchen walls!) were adorned with their artistic efforts. Jean's home office and Adam's cubicle at work as well. An added benefit was she could drive so she often took them out in Jean's car. (Her clothes shop 'The Jean Genie' was within easy walking distance anyway so it was no big deal to her. The only reason she took her vehicle was because she sometimes had to pick up/drop off stuff/go shopping on her way there or on the way home. Nika was happy to do those errands now wherever possible.)
For many weeks, nothing sexual happened between them and they all seemed content with that. They had many times in the hot tub - she and Jean, she & Adam, she and both of them - but apart from them staring at her huge tits, no advances were made. She was used to that kind of attention anyway, since the time her boobs had started growing at the age of 12, and now had no reservations about flaunting herself in public. She greatly enjoyed giving flashes of her cleavage and nip-slips to both males and females to gauge their reactions. She borrowed a dildo and a vibrator from Jean, and in the privacy of her own room, relived those events in her head and brought herself to orgasm many times.
The ice was broken one day as the three of them chatted in the warm water about the events at Steve's place and in his hot tub (Book 11 Chapter 8). They checked with her that she was OK with the pee games they had all played that day and that she hadn't felt pressured or coerced.
Oh no, it was great. It's just that in my family all things to do with bodily functions such as pee, poop and periods are...ooh, what's the word?...yes, taboo, so it's a revelation to find that it's actually enjoyable and very sexy. If you remember, Elena was encouraging me in Russian that day and I saw the light. A few days later, I came round here while you were out with the kids, and we had another peeing session together. And I thought: yes, this is for me. My parents were wrong to brainwash me into believing that it was 'dirty'. She and I even pooped for each other, catching the turds in our hands covered with TP. I had such a strong orgasm seeing it come out of her and holding it. (See, I don't make the organism mistake any more!) We even recorded a video of all we did. Would you like to see it now?
As they watched, Jean and Adam were masturbating themselves. Possibly one of the horniest things they had ever seen and they were no strangers to porn. (If you remember, before he met Jean, Adam was a porn addict and aficionado.)
Nika said: So, if you have any golden nectar for me, Jean and Adam, can you give it all to me now? I love to see it flowing out of a pussy, Jean, especially if you hold your cunt lips open and fire it at my tits and nipples. Adam, I like to see your juice come through the end of your foreskin, then you pull it back to reveal the glans and the pisshole. Then direct it full throttle onto my clit. I fully accept there won't be any payment for reindeer services. (I also didn't know the 'rendered' word that day, so was glad of the explanation.) I am full to bursting so want to...re-chip-you-crate in any way you want.
Reciprocate, Veronika.
Thank you. And I'm sorry Adam if it makes your tub water dirty.
No problem. It's all under control.
Adam had also made the same decision about pool cleaning as Dean and I had made, so wasn't worried that the tub was now going to be contaminated with urine as he didn't have to do the work. Ade's technician was certainly earning his corn these days.
Before anything could happen however, she realised she had a problem. She was in the middle of her monthlys.
Err, Adam, you know how I said how our family never even talked about periods? Well, I've never had to ask this before of anyone, but I'm going to...err...bite the silver bullet?...no, just bite the bullet and ask you to remove my tampon before we continue, please.
Luckily, they kept tissues and a rubbish bin near the tub, so he very gently pulled the string as she stood up and the bloody piece of cotton came out. He wrapped it up and threw it away.
That was Veronika's moment of catharsis, a new dawn of a wonderful new metaphorical day, and in her mind she spread her arms out to embrace a bright new future of enlightenment.
So Jean sat on the side of the tub, splayed her legs, opened her cunt so her peehole had a direct line of sight out, as it were, and covered Veronika's huge unfettered boobies with pale yellow natural champagne.
Adam's piss was a much darker golden colour and when she sat down, he aimed it at Nika's face and hair. She enjoyed pinching the end of his foreskin and seeing it balloon out, then explosively releasing it. She took some in her mouth and snowballed it to Jean. That was the first time they kissed.
He then picked her up (she was quite light despite her big boobs) and sat her on the side with thighs wide apart, and she lifted the hood up and away from her clit. She just kept saying 'Aaah' plus a few choice words in Russian as the power of a fire hose hit her most sensitive part. With an accepting nod from her, he inserted his semi hard prick into her still slightly bloody vagina and filled that cavity with his nectar.
To repay them, she knelt on the tub side and let go her whole bladder contents over both of them. She felt such a sense of freedom doing it. Jean filled her mouth and fed it back to the teen. The second time they smooched.
They all collapsed onto their own seats in a group hug and Nika said:
Fuck me! That was amazing. You two are such special people. Next week, it's gonna continue as if Elena had never left.
He can sit and watch his lezzie porn videos and direct me and his wife to make love in a thousand different ways. I'm not as bi as Elena, but I think I want to get into it more, as you Jean are a very sensitive and loving partner. Or...
...every day when Adam gets home, he will get from me a cold beer, I'll undress him slowly (or in record time depending on how horny I am - haha!), he will get a soothing massage or a shower as he prefers, and will make love to Jean as I lie underneath to see it going in and out. If he's ready for Round 2, he can penetrate me too. I just sincerely hope I don't fucking faint like that stupid bitch Elena did when he analises me. I'm a back passage virgin, you know.
Scene fades to black.
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Title: 12-2 Boxroom - with benefits
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Lynette moves in
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 12-2 Boxroom - with benefits
by Stack of Books
(1885 words)
Our evening meals at Non Pee Stain Farm were full of fun and laughter, even though tonight we were eating - but for free!! - beef casserole for the third and chicken biryani for the fourth night in a row. No-one minded in the slightest. To get the same quality food from a takeaway or in a restaurant would have burnt a severe hole in the pocket. For Margey and I, our Empty Nest Syndrome Blues had completely dissipated.
Sandy was trying clearly to educate Ally in the ways of sassiness, but the latter was having none of it. She had her own style and a distinctive sense of humour. Lyn and Sven were a bit quieter and more reserved, but still contributed considerably. Our topics varied greatly, not just previous sexual experiences and fantasies, but all the normal stuff too: current affairs, books, music, films, entertainment, etc.
Sven seemed to have a lot on on his plate as both sisters visited him separately. Not long after we saw Sandy creep in there too. Eventually they became foursomes and I wondered how his balls produced enough spunk to satisfy them all. I'm not sure if I could have matched him for stamina when I was his age. Perhaps they make the men in Sweden different.
Back at the BSB ranch, the girls were trying to branch out into another cuisine just for diversification purposes, and tried their hand at a few basic Chinese dishes. However, after a big (but polite and friendly, no sass) thumbs down/nil points on a taste test from Sandy, they gave up. Sandy said her parents would be willing to train one of them (FOC) for a week, but their order book was so full, they couldn't give any of the trio time off. So they put that idea on a back burner for a while and just stuck with what they had: Indian, Mexican and traditional.
Turns out Lynette knew how to make a very good French Onion Soup with cheesy croutons, and that was always a big hit, even at Indian-only menu events. She must have made hundreds of gallons of the stuff while with BSB, and improved the recipe incrementally each time.
Even better, Dean had taught her while she was staying at his house (when he wasn't fucking her!) how to make tiramisu without breaking the bank on ingredients, along with tips on how to scale it up to 50-100 people. So they had the first dessert they could offer, and for a small event 2 days later for 10 people she made two batches of 8 portions each. Scoffed up! Of course Bindi had allowed for that in her invoice - no money lost, rather higher profit.
Martin was very good at costings, and always presented Bindi with a per-portion cost price for each dish they offered the client, based on the weight of ingredients used in the recipe. From that, she could add her mark up for labour and profit and fixed costs/overheads, then give her customer an invoice figure per head. Pretty simple to do in Excel once you set it up.
To complement Lyn's dessert, Ally found you could buy pre-made deep fill family-sized shortcrust pastry cases in foil dishes, frozen, in bulk. Thaw them, fill them with various flavours of pie fillings (apple, apple & blackberry, apple & rhubarb, black cherry, tropical) from big catering sizes of cans, cover them with pre-frozen pre-rolled thawed puff pastry for the tops, cut and crimp, bake them. Easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy. (Even Martin could do that. He used the pastry offcuts to make cheese straws for their breaktime.) The time to make a batch of 10 pies, enough for 40-50 people was quick, and the cost of ingredients much less than BSB Catering actually charged for them. OK, they weren't strictly "home-made" but for Bindi and her two cohorts, they never actually published or advertised or promoted that about their food, so didn't feel they were hoodwinking anyone. If asked, they just said everything was produced in their home kitchen by their own hands - read into that what you will.
The two snoring and spanked sisters were by this point fairly full time, but they both had a few other commitments. They didn't realise for a long while that they were the only ones receiving wages. The others were still not drawing a salary. As long as they were eating, had the roof of a beautiful and comfortable Indian-style house over their head, and Martin's sexual services, the BSB trio were happy (but tired a lot of the time). Every now and again when Mr Marten junior was not available (like on his college nights, or visiting his parents at weekends so they knew he was still alive), Dean & Serena came round to spice up their biryani and enchilada pussies, for want of a better way of expressing it.
Like before, our bathroom was again like the main railway station of a capital city, and everyone came in and out to do what they needed to do without batting an eyelid. The only time it was locked and private was for pooping, but that only applied to Sven and me because, even with the extraction fan full on, our emission odours were just not tolerable.
The three lodging girls all peed and pooped in front of me on many occasions, (no hissers! Damn!!) prolonging it and giving me a good show of wiping their pussies and shit-encrusted arseholes.
One time Sven came in just as I lopped my dick out of my running shorts for a pee, and he did the same. Admittedly, we both had a bit of stage fright at first, but eventually got going. He held mine, and me his, and we crossed streams a few times. His circumcised dick with bright red glans looked really nice, and I remembered when it was plunging into the pink depths of Margey's chocolate brown pussy on his first day here. He finished first and did the usual shake and squeeze routine, then I followed suit on my own one. I got a bit carried away and rubbed the shaft very hard and then spunked an incredible amount (much more than usual) into the bowl. His wanking technique on his cut one was different to mine, closer to Franny's gay friend, Jonas. His ejaculate volume was more than twice I had produced, and there were 8-9 big spurts - not too much surprise as he was a lot younger than me.
I asked him if he had any gay tendencies or previous gay experiences, and he said definitely no, but it was fun and interesting to masturbate in front of someone he knew and trusted.
Not long after Lynette moved into her boxroom, I stepped into the shower one day and realised I had forgotten to pee beforehand. She came in as I approached the WC, and asked to hold and direct it. She'd obviously never had the experience of shaking and squeezing it out of all the drips (I don't think John's sessions with her included these finer points). She asked me to undress her to join me under the suds, so I took her glasses off and tied up her hair with the band on her wrist. (I have a lot of experience of handling girls' hair as all 4 of Margey's brood had completely different types. Beth's short do was the easiest with just a few strokes of a hair brush needed as she seemed to have no idea that implement could be used on her head. She thought it was just for masturbating and breaking her hymen with.)
Lyn gave me such a sweet smile as I pulled her lovely and delicious smelling blonde hair away from her very pretty face. Rolling Stones T-shirt, red lacy bra, short grey skirt, knee-length socks and Teletubbies knickers came off in that order, as slowly as I dared. I knelt down and put my face in her pussy and motorboated it with a 'Brrr'. Her crack was wet and I could smell her arousal.
We got in and she took the bar soap (not really a shower gel kind of man), and did all my body, including pits, bumcrack and feet, including between toes. Then onto my meat and two veg, gentle with the testicles, stronger with the shaft.
She whispered: now clean me up please, take your time if you know what I mean, then fuck my cunt - hard. I've never done anal, but would like to try today.
Her tits and pussy were a joy to attend to - she preferred liquid soap and a sponge, but I used my hands and fingers to probe her. I also - but with a warning - tried her anus with my soaped middle digit but it seemed too tight.
We always keep KY in the bathroom, so I switched the water off (it's water soluble by design), pushed some up her cunt hole and she gasped in orgasm right there and then. I eased my hard tool into her as she bent over and I twisted the tuning knobs on her tits. My tip hit her cervix, my balls hit her labia majora and I pumped a few times. Lubed up her arsehole, but could only manage 3-4 inches before her screams alerted me to abort mission. Another candidate for butt plugs, and I promised to get her Suze's ones out of the box in the basement. I went back to her willing quim and we orgasmed together.
The next day, I took my shower at a different time and Ally was waiting for me wanting the same double hole treatment. I think Sven had already broken her in rectum-wise, so it was easier than her sis.
Then fuck me, Sandy came along the day after. I was never sure if it was a conspiracy or just coincidence. But we only washed each other, and then agreed that mutual masturbation didn't break the terms of our pact. Scout's honour, dib-dib-dib and all that, honest guv, nothing else happened. Margey didn't mind what we did to each other - she just had Sandy's best interests at heart, and felt it better from a psychological and emotional point of view that she found her own hard cock, and not mine. As usual, she was 100% right. Always listen to your moody Mexican bitch with big tits, even if you are a tall bespectacled Big Bird.
On the fourth day, I was half expecting Sven to join me, but thankfully I was released from that dire fate. Thank the gods for small mercies!!
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Title: 12-3 Croc ahead at 50 degrees starboard, Cap'n
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Sven plays a trick
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.
Chapter 12-3 Croc ahead at 50 degrees starboard, Cap'n
by StackofBooks
(1779 words)
Sven bided his time and eventually got his revenge for his dunking (Book 11 Chapter 9) in the tub. Big styleee!!
First, he borrowed one of my hidden Wi-Fi cameras and set it up to cover the whole pool. The next day he invited the two sisters Alison & Lynette for a swim. They were all just about to jump in, when I came by (pre-arranged on cue) and said to him: Sven, can you come into town with me and help me pick up something. Girls, we won't be long, 30 mins max. Enjoy yourselves.
He pretended to look confused and pissed off, but put on his street shoes and we drove away. We parked down the road and hid the car slightly. He sneaked back, but said I should stay there just in case they saw me and smelt a rat. I only saw it all on video later.
Somehow he'd managed to get hold of a 6-foot long radio controlled crocodile made of plastic, with moving jaws. But fuck, it looked so realistic. If it had been me that day, my reaction would have been just the same, if not worse.
The girls were messing around in the water, pulling off each other's bikini, and he was able to get the animal in without them seeing him and hid again. At first, for quite a few seconds they didn't notice, but when they did, they went totally apeshit. The screams were horrific and I heard them from the car. I sincerely hoped my neighbours would not call the cops, as I didn't want to be busted for wasting police time.
The two of them both tried to get out of the pool at the sides but in their panic neither had the physical strength to do so. It was total chaos!! Almost like a Laurel & Hardy or Keystone Cops routine. They normally got out at the steps with the chrome railings, but the croc was between them and it. In the commotion, they both lost their glasses which sank to the bottom of the deep end, and their lack of focused vision made them extremely disorientated and even more scared.
But like Margey's family at Chris' proposal who failed to realise I had no legal or moral right to ban the wedding, Ally & Lyn just didn't think about how the fuck a croc would find its way into a suburban garden's pool. (OK, I know people keep them illegally as pets, and one could have escaped...but still?? The statistical chances of that???)
(On the other hand, you hypocrite, would you want take a chance with an animal that's successfully been on earth hundreds of millions longer than us and has a bite force of several hundred Newtons. If he doesn't rip your leg off immediately, it clamps on, death rolls and takes you to the bottom, where you drown...slowly. Just sayin', is all.)
After about 5 mins of torture, Sven relented and climbed in. Just at that moment, its tail touched one of them, she screamed even louder, but still failed to realise it was fake.
Come here, Bruno, he said, as he held up the remote control and the predator returned to him.
Oh, sorry, Ally, Lyn. Are you both OK? Two of my friends PUSHED HIM IN WHEN HE WASN'T FUCKING EXPECTING IT!!!!!
The penny dropped with them. Hard!
By this time, I'd driven back, in time to see the aftermath. The girls were apoplectic with rage, but saw the funny side and also wanted to laugh to appreciate such a good practical joke.
Sven very kindly dived down to retrieve their glasses, and once they could see again, they were a lot calmer. They wanted to simultaneously smack him around the head and kiss him.
I saw a piece of turd floating in the water so I got the net to fish it out. Both girls denied it was them who had shit themselves in fright, and even though we demanded inspection of their arseholes, nothing could be proved as the water had washed away the evidence by now.
Ally let out one of her pearler wisecracks, better than Franny IMHO, by saying in a great Steve Irwin accent: Aww fuck, that croc was more scared of us, ya know? This here's fucking crocodile shit, can't you stupid bastards even recognise that?? G'day Bruce! Returning you back to the God-damn studio.
We were (literally) all four rolling on the floor (actually grass) laughing and snickering for a long while, when Margey came back from shopping, to find us like that.
Have you lot been at the funny fags again? she enquired.
That set us all off one more time. We had to take her indoors to watch the video on the big screen, and she pissed herself voluminously and uncontrollably. Someone had to fetch some towels to put under her.
A few hours later, Sandy came home and started her swim training as usual, doing multiple lengths, thinking that as everywhere was quiet, no one was about and she was totally alone. (At that time of day that was normally true.) She later denied that, but our proof was she took a surreptitious pee on the gravel path by pulling the crotch area of her one piece suit to one side, having a quick taste of the stream as it came out with her fingers, as his her want, and readjusted her massive tits which were straining to escape their Lycra prison. Then dived in. Sven had brought the croc inside the house, but switched it on and crept down there and put it in while she was heading the other way. But she sussed it immediately. How? Does being sassy* help you to tell a real croc from a fake one? She just sidled up to it, and started humping it against her pussy.
Is that you, Stevie-boy, Mr Irresponsible Adult, trying to fuck with my head? You're twisting my melon, man, and I don't mean my breasts. I know I asked you to get me a new dildo, but this is ridiculous. Next time, get me a penis-shaped one!!! You douchebag!!
No, it's me, Sven. We just played the same trick on the sisters and it went really well. But not with you obviously. Come and see the video we made.
You crazy fucking turnip! Or should that be crazy fucking Swede!!
(In case you don't know, the joke is that they're both similar looking and tasting root vegetables in my country.)
What possessed you to get this piece of fake garbage? It couldn't even give me an orgasm just now. I'm really fucking horny today so your circumcised beacon of light better be ready to fuck my pussy very soon. I haven't tasted your salty spunk for a while, so you cum in mouth today.
And as soon as they got into house, we all watched as they fornicated on the sofa like they were the last two people on earth. She took his spunk as requested and snowballed it to every female. I passed this time.
Pah, she said to me, you're still not responsible. A stinging barb.
We watched the video 4-5 more times, and if Sandy hadn't voided her bladder beforehand (she took great pleasure in seeing herself do that on vid), we might have needed more towels for her too, she laughed so hard.
*A few weeks later we had the opportunity to try the same trick on Her Majesty of Sassiness, Queen Franny-panny herself. I think I got her in the pool on her own by saying I was testing some new cameras and could she just do a few lengths for at least 10 mins while I went inside and checked the focus and other technical details on the PC.
Sven managed to put Bruno in without being seen, but she just casually climbed up the steps backwards, ripped off her bottoms, and pissed on the croc saying in a bored, mock-Fay Wray- heroine voice with the back of her hand on her forehead: Go back, you brute you, go back.
Sven was concerned she might damage the electronics (for fuck's sake, dude, the thing is WATERPROOF!) and jumped in to rescue his companion.
He'd only met her once or twice before and didn't know her full powers (which were clearly waning by now anyway).
How did you KNOW?
For fuck's sake, you piece of Stockholm shit, it'll take more than a lump of green plastic and some crappy electronics to fool the Sassmeister (evil Hooded Claw laugh). And gave him a long kiss with lots of tongue and hands gripping his ears to let him know she was only kidding.
Hey, I've still got some piss left. Who wants to have it - you or your non-frightening green friend?
He put his mouth right up to her bare slit and she delivered everything.
Save the last mouthful for me. I usually drink a bit of myself every day, but forgot this morning.
He snowballed a dose to her.
I've heard about your prowess with keeping 3 girls satisfied, Mr Scandinavian Stud. So let's go in the house to mum's room and you push that thing into my pussy and arse. First time with a guy I like to taste his cum. The rumour is you're salty. And grabbed his hand.
Afterwards, Franny swore blind she'd had no warning or heads up from Sandy or anyone else. (She was just as honest as Suze, but sometimes bent the truth a bit to suit her own purposes. But not this time. I knew by looking into those eyes I once loved.)
Sandy also vigorously denied snitching, but with her I couldn't quite tell.
Franny found Ally & Lyn's video as hilarious as her mum, but she managed to get to the toilet before wetting herself.
In the end, the consensus of opinion who currently lived at Non Pee Stain Farm was that Sassmeisters and their devotees were green plastic croc friendly.
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Title: 12-4 In the changing room
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Sally meets someone new
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 12-4 In the changing room (aka Ride, Sally, Ride)
by Stack of Books
(3405 words)
Andrea and Kim's seamstress services A.S.S. were still going from strength to strength. They had a waiting list of people of both genders wanting to come on their training programs, but the pee breaks were alas no more. On the professional side of the workshop, orders for wedding dresses and haute couture evening gowns were also stacking up.
Sally was still there, but getting restless, wanting to branch out on her own, although she didn't want to do the same thing as her employer, as it would be in direct competition and therefore commercially unhealthy for both parties.
Arnold had left however (not acrimoniously, but with their blessing) and was working from home on tailoring projects for men's clothing (which ASS didn't deal with any more, but passed all enquiries and work on to him). It was a bit cramped for him in their spare room, but he didn't mind, making a small profit each month to live on.
(Sally was never worried about finances because she knew her dad would always support her, not because of the naughty things they'd done together, but just because he loved her so much. Just like he said to Jen & Sam that time: I might buy you a three course meal, but I do not buy your bodies or your time with me. If you can understand the parallel.)
The adjoining shop ASS-Wipes was also now showing a good profit as it sold all the garments the students made, and it was full to the brim of clothes racks displaying their wares. The margin on s/h designer clothes (like the job lot they got from Jean's shop) was deemed too low to be worth it, so they nixed that idea, but it had indeed worked well in the beginning stages of the venture.
One day, it was quiet in the workshop as Sally was between projects for a client on custom made dresses and skirts. She was waiting for a bolt of cloth to be delivered in order to continue. So as there were no volunteers to man the shop today, she unlocked the door, turned the sign to 'OPEN' and took her place behind the till. She remembered how last time she had been here, it had turned into an interesting liaison with Debs.
A few customers drifted in. An elderly lady browsed but couldn't find anything to match her slightly old fashioned tastes. Nevertheless, she took a skirt into the cubicle, and asked Sal to remove her own one. As she knelt, Sal could smell her pussy and caressed the outsides of the lady's thighs. She mentioned she had lived in South Africa as a teenager and had teen servant girls to tend to her. So Sal put her hand inside her loose bloomers to find a very large and salt & pepper coloured very hairy vagina, and fingered and fisted her to orgasm many times.
An hour later, a fairly handsome middle aged guy was looking for a nice dress as an anniversary present for his other half. He admitted he didn't know her size.
So into the changing room:
Look sir, I'm a size 9. Am I bigger or smaller than her? Put your hands around my waist, and pretend you're cuddling her. About the same? Now kneel down and put your arms lower, around my buttocks (i.e. hips) and imagine you're in bed with her. Same or smaller? Now stand up and embrace me from behind on my bust like you would in the shower. Where your two arms meet, do they overlap at the same place? Let me pull my T-shirt up and you cup my boobs (they were braless as usual) and say if they're the same as hers or not.
He'd never seen naked black breasts before, let alone held any. She went back into the shop, chose a very pretty size 9 off the rack, and brought it back to him.
If you decide to buy this dress, do to your wife what I'm going to ask you to do now. Strip me naked including my knickers. Then put the dress on me, saying in your mind: I love you, darling. I bought this for you. Hope you like it.
He followed her instructions to a T.
And now, because she loves you too, she will do this to you.
She pulled off the dress, hung it up out of the way, knelt down, and pulled a thick 8-incher out, HJed and BJed him, and sprayed his jism over her massive globes and face. The juxtaposition of white spunk on her coal black CIV skin was a delicious sight to behold.
He of course did buy the dress, and she wondered if he would come back if it turned out to be the wrong size. In a way, she hoped it might be the wife who came back.
It was ghostly quiet for the rest of the morning and early afternoon. Then a pretty young petite Asian girl of about 18 came in, mainly looking at the blouses.
Can I try a few of these on, please?
Sure, go ahead. Just over there.
After 5 minutes, she came out wearing one, and said:
As you can see, I'm quite a small person. They're all nice, and this one is especially beautiful, but a bit loose. Is it possible to take it and the others in a bit?
Let me see. Come back in the dressing room where the long mirror is.
Sal could see she was very flat chested but still wore what seemed to be a training bra like an 11-12 year old would.
Stay there and I'll get my pincushion. She asked permission to touch the girl's upper body, and started pulling in excess material and pinning it back. It seemed that the girl really enjoyed the physical attention.
OK, I'll turn away. Please take this one off and put the other one on.
Oh no, it's fine, I don't mind you looking.
Her dark mocha skin was pure and lustrous. She took off her bra, even though she hadn't been asked to, and her nipples on the small mounds were incredible. Jet black, 12mm, hard.
Can I first just take your bust, waist and booty/hip measurements with my tape measure? That way I can set the mannequin to the right dimensions. The tape went right over those dark bullets but Sal tried not to dwell on them.
Sally picked up the next blouse, and slipped it on her, doing up the buttons, and brushed those nips again. The girl shuddered. Was that a mini orgasm?
She did the pinning again quickly and professionally, repeating the process for the third one. Sal picked up all three blouses off the floor, and said:
That's great, we can do those alterations free of charge as we highly value your custom with us. They'll be ready in a few days time to pick up. Will there be anything else, er....? What's your name, by the way? I need to put in on the ticket in case I'm not in the shop that day.
Zeta, she replied
Zeta?, Sally thought. Where had she heard that name before? Ding!! In Steve's hot tub with the new lodgers. She'd love to take this girl to meet them.
The girl was still standing there half naked.
Can you measure me again?, she asked timidly. I really liked you doing that.
I'd love to. And maybe you want to do me too. Even though I'm a dressmaker, no-one's actually done it to me. Hold on, let me lock the entrance door, turn the closed sign, and switch off all the lights. Except the one in here, she said mischievously.
She grabbed the tape again, this time standing behind her, wrapped it around her chest, and let the pad of each hand's middle finger press against and rotate upon those protuberances. Zeta squirmed in pleasure, and pressed her own fingers on her genital area above the still clothed lower area.
Sal whispered: It's OK, Zeta. Do what you you have to do. I'd like to watch.
The girl removed her skirt and pulled her knickers down. As they lay on the floor, showing the state of their insides, a light bulb went off in Sally's head, and the idea for her next career move hit her like a cruise missile.
The tape dropped to the floor. In the long mirror, they each observed what the other was doing. Sally tweaked and rubbed the nips, and used the flat of the hand to massage her teeny mounds.
Zeta watched the cute round black face with a look of deep concentration peering over her shoulder.
Sally observed the other's hands as they encouraged their owner's clit to come out to play. As it did, Zeta leant back a bit to show some pink insides, and pushed her finger in, causing some delicious squishing noises.
Zeta, undress me, measure me, around, up, sideways, whatever, have your way with me. Kiss my boobs & belly, and suck my toes if you want. Then lick my juices, and stick your tongue in my hole.
She complied, and it took her about 20 minutes to complete that check list.
10 minute break.
Zeta, are you studying at the moment?
No, I've just finished and I'm considering my next move. Why?
Cos I have a business proposition for you, one which I think you'll like. Come back to my place for the rest of the afternoon and we can continue what we've just been doing. Maybe some pee and poop games too.
I have a husband, but don't worry, he will be out the whole day. He's a gent's tailor and we both started at ASS together many moons ago. He knows I'm bi so won't mind in the slightest.
As they walked towards her home, they talked about their backgrounds.
Neither wanted anything alcoholic back at her flat, so they just topped up with fizzy drinks, occasionally burping and giggling.
Zeta, did you once meet two Russian girls?
Even though her skin was dark, the blushing was obvious.
And as they undressed each other slowly, the Indian girl proceeded to relate to the African girl all that had happened (Book 8, Chapter 9, Park Life). When she got to the bit about the strap on, Sal got her one out, the girl put it on, and Sal enjoyed vicariously what Elena & Deena had experienced in the bedroom of the au pair host's house, back bottom and front bottom.
Sal said: Unfortunately, those two minxes had to return home not long ago as their work contract and visa expired.
I had a couple of very nice afternoons with them, first with Deena, then both of them, along with my then boyfriend Ryan.
But 3 days before they had their session with you in the library's disabled bathroom, they went cruising in a park and picked up a hunky Swedish guy called Sven. He's now a lodger at my friends Steve & Margey's place, along with two others who are sisters. I think they'd like to re-enact your bathroom session and receive what you've just given me. Do you know what a hot tub is? Oh, you'll soon find out and enjoy it.
Come, let's get into the bath and pee on each other and drink it too. If you need to go poop like I do, I'd like to watch. Then maybe I can fuck you in both holes after we've washed the strap on.
If you still have the desire, we can 69 each other.
Interlude music
Like the good book says: and it came to pass that Sal and Zeta did avail themselves of our hot tub fairly soon after, and verily The Version 2 Three Musketeers did arrive again in street clothes as they'd just come back from a shopping expedition as we all sat in the lounge getting to know our newcomer. Before we'd decided it was time to go to the tub, Ally, Lyn and Sven rushed onto the patio and tried to throw each other in, making silly crocodile noises such as 'Snap!'. There was no sisterly love as it was not all for one, or one for all. Just one for yourself, fuck anyone else. It was very amusing to watch. I have it on video tape if you're interested.
Before anyone got hurt by falling and banging their head on the hard plastic sides of the tub, I called timeout, and gave an imaginary yellow card to the two sisters. They knew their punishment would be another spanking. To Sven, he got a red card and his forfeit would come at a later date (when I'd thought of one).
I took Lyn first over my knee, and her knickers were almost completely wet with arousal. Her cunt smell was so very aromatic! I put an experimental finger into her pussy slit and she gasped. Two light slaps on her covered buttocks. Sal, take her underwear off, please. Four hard ones, she stood up and faced me, and I licked her excess juices off her cleft.
Dean wasn't here, so I got Ally as well. She pulled off her skirt, top and bra so her bare boobs were banging on my legs as she assumed the position.
Margey said to Zeta: Look, it's mebbee
a bit late for me to say this to you now, but a lot of weird things happen in this house. If you're not happy or uncomfortable at any point with anything, just tell me, and we'll pay for a taxi to take you home, no questions asked. OK?
Nod
Do you want to stay and watch what Steve does to Allison?
Many nods. Yes please
I stuck an index finger in the big sister's quim past her underwear and she writhed in pleasure. Again with middle finger, going in and out. She spread her legs a bit to give me better access. Lyn laid down under her and started sucking her tits. Ally's breathing got harder and deeper as she approached her cum, then it crashed over her, and she jackknifed on my knees like a fish out of water does. Finger removed.
Two light slaps
Zeta, take her knickers off please. You may inhale them.
She did. Deeply. And sucked a corner of the gusset into her mouth to extract some juices.
Four very hard slaps.
You fucking bastard, Steve. You SOB., as she stood up.
She laid me on my back on the floor. I got 50ml of pee, then she forced me to clean her up of all the juices inside and out, paying special attention to her arsehole.
Me and the 3 lodgers then took turns taking off a piece of the other's clothing, and we jumped in naked.
Margey had taken the girl inside and shown her where to change into her bikini.
Oh, it's OK, Sal told me it was going to be nude and I'm fine with that. So they both picked up the snacks and drinks from the kitchen, and took them outside and put them down.
Can you do me first please, little one? Margey whispered into her ear.
A deathly hush descended as bit by bit, one by one, slowly but but surely all the clothes if the mature Mexican lady came off. The penultimate piece, her bra, was released and the girl was enraptured by those full and plump chocolate/Latina breasts and she caressed and played with them. Kneeling down, Margey's knickers then came off, and she plunged her cute young Indian face into that pussy, and licked and inhaled.
Margey started with her T-shirt, then her bra, and everyone gasped as her long nipples sprang out to savour the occasion, as it were. The older woman squeezed and rolled them her around in her fingers. She also went on her knees and eased down the panties, and a louder gasp gave out as her young genitals were appreciated by all.
First job on the agenda, after a quick few sups of drink, was to turn on the jets so all females could have 4-5 orgasms. Margey showed Zeta where to sit for maximum effect.
After all the hubbub died down, we officially welcomed Zeta, and asked us to tell us in full about her liaison with the Russians, in words and actions, with the two sisters using themselves as stunt doubles. We laughed when Ally (playing Deena) decided to do a Marcel Marceau impression, as she turned round to receive real Zeta fingers deeper up her cunt, but the imaginary wall kept getting further and further away...until she collapsed forward. They demonstrated the mooning on the bus, and actually lifted Zeta up on both sides so she could pee at the old man on the pavement. (Real piss came out of her.) Finally, they mimed the strap on session back in Elena's bedroom. By this time, Sven and I had real stiffies, and Margey was flicking her bean. It was all so highly amusing and sexy.
We introduced Zeta to our family's way of greeting each other with short pee drinks, not forgetting to kiss a 'thank you' to each penis or cootie afterwards. The sisters went first around everybody, then Margey, Sven and me.
Zeta looked a bit apprehensive, but knelt on the side, opened her lips up wide so we could see her pink, and we all trooped round. I was last, so stayed for her last drops, then licked her delicious insides. Everyone commented how nice her urine tasted, like sugar water.
I'd installed a warm water outside shower by now, so we stood under and rinsed and dried each other off.
We set up a table outside and scoffed BSB Coronation Chicken, pasta salad, and enchiladas, with tiramisu and fruit pie for afters. We knew Martin had made this batch, a) because the crimping wasn't as neat as the girls did it, and b) he always made a small 'M' with the pastry trimmings for the tops before baking.
More interlude music
Back to what happened in the shop changing room.
When Zeta dropped her knickers to the floor, Sal noticed they had a very pronounced mucus line. Additionally, there was a nice brown skid mark.
At her flat, after the 69 session, she gave Zeta a pair of her own clean ones but kept her dirty ones back.
She showed Zeta her own ones that she'd worn that day, also with a definite tangy smell on the gusset. Then went to her laundry basket and showed her some other ones with poop stains. Those that didn't have any brown, she put next to her arsehole, and pushed the fabric inside with her finger.
This is what I want to do, Zeta. My mum used to have an online business selling to piss, poop and period fetishists. Some women will even buy them if they're covered in cum. There are many male volunteers to fill that role.
You and I can go out cruising like Deena and Elena did with you. In exchange for giving them a good time, we'll take their panties and sell them. If we like the girl or girls, we can take them to Andrea & Kim's house in the daytime as hubby will be working here. But he's got a very nice cock, and if our 'victims' are bi, he would be happy to join us.
Do you wanna give it a go?
And they high fived to seal the deal.
Not long after that, she quit ASS.
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Title: 12-5 Panties for sale
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
New business idea
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 12-5 Panties for Sale
by Stack of Books
(2018words)
Tonight, I drove round to BSB headquarters when I knew Bindi would be out with the others delivering food to a client. This was the best and favourite part of the job as far as she was concerned. Before going, she would put on a nice sari (never western clothes), apply very careful and understated (not vulgar) makeup, wear dangly earrings, and adorn her very long hair (still past her buttocks) with colourful ribbons and sparkling chains of diamonds. The first time I saw her like this, I didn't recognise her at all - until this unknown Indian princess who I assumed was a visiting dignitary's wife, walking past me in the corridor, leaned into my face, slipped me some tongue and whispered her catchphrase in a dusky and recognisable voice: Hey Stevie-boy, I need it up both holes later tonight.
She was definitely a people person, and thoroughly enjoyed meeting her hosts, and then mucking in with the other helpers she occasionally hired if the job was big enough, setting up the heated tables for the main dishes, arranging the normal tables for other mains and desserts and supervised everything so it looked perfect when everyone walked in. Almost always she got a round of applause when the guests saw it, then she disappeared into the night leaving them to their nosh, returning later after all had gone home bloated and satiated, in denim shorts, trainers, old T-shirt, and hair tied up, as packing up was always a messy business.
Of course, Beth and Suze were always with her at starts and finishes, but were more than happy to let her take the lead. It was after all her house, the business mainly her idea, and she was the more skilful in cooking, and there was no jealousy or bad feeling about it.
Anyway, back to tonight's mission: when Bindi first moved in with us after her parents left for India, she and I had a thing going on. One of our rituals was that I wanked into her used knickers from the linen basket, for her to find and wear the next day, heavily encrusted and itchy as hell.
Obviously, with the tragedy of her parents' death, that had all stopped, but now she'd moved out to BSB HQ House, I decided to start up this little game again.
I sneaked in through the back door (no idea why they gave me the keys to the place - these were the only times I used them), and crept up to her room. Found her basket, picked out the ones with the thickest mucus layer and biggest skidmark, with actually a small piece of poop stuck to it. To rev my engine, I remembered back to the day when I took her anally and pissed up there as well, and fired my wad into the front panel, where her clit would be. I wrapped them up loosely and put them in her work shoes that she used in the kitchen. Then disappeared into the night, like the guy in the Milk Tray advert used to do.
Unknown to me, the trio had a half day off the next day, and unexpectedly trundled round in their car in the morning, found me in the garden, and started tying me up - still fully clothed - with scarves and bits of rope that Margey had helpfully (!) prepared for them.
I saw her out of the corner of my eye recording it all on that fucking portable video camera - the one she told me not to buy.
Hey, hey, what's the big deal?, I innocently cried, but my twinkling eyes betrayed me.
The mean Bindi face appeared. You!! You are a naughty and fucking sick pervert! How dare you leave your disgusting fucking baby batter anywhere near my precious clothes, especially my very expensive underwear.
So saying, she lifted up her short skirt to show the offending piece of underwear next to her cunt.
Yeah, we're her friends - to the bitter end, the two accompanying sisters intoned tunefully and in harmony, thus quoting my favourite song from my favourite Disney movie.
Suze: You've reached the pinnacle of your sexual deviance...
Beth: ...and now you're going to pay for it, Big Bird.
Unluckily for me, three of the four lodgers were there that day (not Sandy, or I might have got a real sassy earful) and came out to view the action although they hadn't a clue yet what it was all about.
Bindi pulled her skirt off and peed everything she had through her knickers into my mouth, thus combining her urine with old mucus and my semen...I just hoped that piece of shit was a cling-on and not detachable.
Beth & Suze followed suit, but they were knickerless and their delivery was clean and delectable - but not all in my mouth, some all over me.
Margey ordered Bindi to pull my zip down and take out my dick, and peed a HUGE bladderful on it and up my chest.
Bindi explained to the lodgers what I'd done the night before, but said it was just a joke, there was nothing mean or sinister in it, it was just our silly ritual, our kink, and she showed them that she loved wearing the knickers afterwards. Ally and Lyn and even Sven nevertheless covered every inch of my still dry clothes as an act of "solidarity & revenge".
When they eventually untied me (I was left lying on grass, sodden, for at least 10 mins), I stood under the outside shower with clothes on, first to get as much of the urine out of them before they went into the washing machine, then rinsed the rest of my body.
All 8 of us jumped into the hot tub (what a good investment it was), but the trio had to leave not long after, with many hugs and kisses, to prepare and load up for a smallish event that evening.
*****
I had given a red card to Sven for trying to push the girls into the tub. That got them a spanking. I put my thinking cap on for his punishment.
In the end I decided on this. There was an Irish comedian called Spike Milligan and he wrote many books, including 7 containing his war memoirs. They are hysterically funny (but also sad and deeply moving at times, as it's when he started his spiral into deep and severe psychiatric problems which affected him for the rest of life). I don't usually laugh out loud when I read, but in his case I learned not to take them on public transport cos I found people were staring at me - and then I realised I had disturbed their peace with my loud cackling.
The army boys played many practical jokes on each other, but this was my favourite. They used to make fake 'Richard the Thirds' and leave them in their victim's beds.
Richard the Third is London Rhyming Slang for 'turd'.
It's easy. You take old-fashioned brown wrapping paper, soak it in water, fashion it into a shit log of desired length, make it smooth or gnarly according to your mood, and insert it under your enemy's covers. Not only is there an element of surprise as at first glance it looks very realistic, but the 'oh fucking hell' factor as they realise the bed is now too wet to sleep in.
I left a note for Sven saying: Richard the Third bids you goodnight and asks you do not try to throw the girls in the tub again.
The next morning, Sven brought his fake brown friend on a paper plate into breakfast and the three girls freaked out as he touched it and pretended to eat it. Even deputy Sassmeister Sandy was fooled by it, which gave me a huge amount of satisfaction.
It took a long while for him to understand the Richard the Third connection. He thought he was the patron saint of poop, or something like that. Even when I explained other language examples (apples and pears, jam jar, butcher's hook, trouble and strife, etc.) he just looked more confused.
*****
So Sal reopened her mum's old website (with her permission) saying she was bored with dressmaking, but this was just a stopgap until something else appeared. Her dad offered to finance her setting up in their new city as his research told him there was really nothing like ASS there. She thanked him and said I love you dad, but neither she nor Arnold wanted to move.
Her mum said she would send her her used ones (very thick mucus) and she still had contacts from the old days of people who would contribute, for a percentage of the selling price.
She and Zeta started bagging up and sealing hermetically (so the nice smells didn't escape) all the ones they had. On their periods, they didn't wear pads or tampons and just leaked blood into their underwear, changing often. They pissed into them, farted into them, deliberately skidmarked them and by leaving them on for days, they got a nice coating of vaginal discharge. Sometimes they used good quality underwear, otherwise pound shop ones, but the price of the 'basic raw material' was factored into their online selling price. To suit everyone's pockets.
They made a secret visit to us without my knowledge and talked to the four ladies. The two sisters were too naive to even know this fetish even existed and that there was a market for it. (It's huge!) Everyone was asked to contribute piss, poop, period or mucus ones, or any combination thereof. S & Z had with them packs of new knickers to give, of different qualities, either for using and submitting or as replacements.
Likewise at BSB's. Bindi was a past master at doing this, but not for selling, only to yank my chain. They also did not know about the commercial aspects of it. Jenny was there that day as she was teaching them a couple of new Indian dishes. (But the day after, the trio concluded that less is more and "let's just stick with what we've got. If it ain't broke, don't fix it".) Jenny and some of her Indian friends wanted to help out as some clients preferred 'Asian' ones.
Sal & Zeta stayed to eat the new dishes with them and declared them delicious.
Everyone at both houses received hermetic bags, and had to put the used ones inside immediately after wearing for "freshness", rather than pull them out of the washing basket 3 days later. There was space on the bag to write each person's special code so that Zeta and Sally knew the source of each and remuneration could be given accordingly.
The two entrepreneurs renamed their site "Zelly's Smellies - genuine used knickers at an affordable price", the name being a combination of both girls' names of course.
The first week of being active, they sent out 20 packages, the week after 30. Demand soon outstripped supply. There are ways of faking these things, but S & Z never stooped that low. If a customer had to wait too long for an order, they apologised and refunded, and said try again soon to get the real thing. Almost all did.
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Title: 12-7 Sounds good to me
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Martha gives a show
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 12-7 Sounders good to me
by Stack of Books
(2096 words)
During a slight lull in their business for them, Sandy's parents Ken and Martha came round one afternoon. Running two Chinese restaurants was clearly taking its toll on them, but they were enjoying it and making good money.
The reason for their visit was because they'd heard that we'd given their daughter Sandy her lodger's room rent free, as we regarded her as part of family. They really appreciated the gesture, but Ken, for the sake of his Asian pride, insisted on paying for her, so we negotiated this way and that, and finally we agreed on 66% of what Ally and Sven were paying. The added sweetener (from my point of view) was that we would in addition receive FOC every Friday or Saturday (our choice) a full set meal as takeaway for however many people were in our house that day, plus any extras we wanted. Alternatively, we could visit either of his restaurants for a sit-down meal, on the house.
Just the four of us were sitting in the lounge, and as per normal, right after her arrival, Martha had taken her top off to show her bazookas, and Margey had followed suit, and they were sitting together and idly playing with each other's breasts. We chatted about normal everyday things for a long while, then inevitably the talk turned sexy. We showed them an edited version of the Big Pee Party video, which they had missed out on.
Martha said: Margey, I have to show you something that I discovered recently. As you know from eating me out so often, my peehole is naturally quite big, and I found a nice way to stimulate it. Watch!
She declothed her bottom half (thus now being fully naked) and adjusted her position on the sofa, with cushions on either side. Personally, I never get tired of seeing Asian pussies, but Martha's mature one was exceptional. Not to mention the magnificent natural fragrance of it.
She brought out from her bag a set of short cylindrical rods, called sounders, about 5-6" long, made of both metal and plastic, of varying and increasing diameters. Some were smooth, others were ribbed or spiralled, but all had both ends rounded.
She lay back and said for safety reasons it was better to do this to yourself in front of a mirror the first few times.
Come closer, Steve, Margey, so you can see what happens. Switch on that Anglepoise lamp and point it here. I did that, and then I went to get a Wi-Fi camera and set the recording on the PC going.
She took a metal one about 2mm in diameter. (She had some anti bac spray with her which she applied on each rod with every new insertion.) She pulled her outer and inner pussy lips apart, and very carefully, after feeling with her fingers where it was, inserted it into her urethra with a bit of KY. About 4-5cm deep. And wanked herself. Then with increasing diameters, up to about 6mm. She said she was scared about going any bigger for fear of causing internal damage. Using a blue plastic ribbed one, she bought herself to orgasm, saying it felt different to clitoral and vaginal ones. And to prove it, she stimulated her red button to a climax, then pushed two fingers into her hole and reached her peak that way as well.
As a finale, she took out a home-made makeshift sounder, a BIC pen with the inside ink part and end cap removed. After sanitisation, inside and out, it went into her urethra, and she came again, even stronger than before, if that was possible. She then pissed, and liquid came out at high pressure from the end of the plastic tube.
Just at that point, Sandy and the two sisters came in after their visit to the library and realised something special was going on. (Sven was probably at uni that day.)
Sandy of course knew of her mother's interest in this kink, but had never seen her do it, and asked her to bring herself off again with a 5mm smooth plastic sounder. The daughter applied fingers to her clit and in her vagina, and Martha's (triple) orgasm was so shattering we thought we would have to scrape her off the ceiling!
(Side note: I'd never really noticed it before today, but interestingly Sandy never displayed any sassiness to anyone in front of her parents, at all. To them, she was just a normal girl.)
Ally and Lyn were gobsmacked by all of this, but I could tell by their hands under their skirts they were turned on by events.
Margey got in position, and Martha opened her up to get the lie of the land, so to speak. She declared that her peehole was quite pronounced, and took the smallest sounder and inserted it just half a centimetre, again with KY. She instructed Margey to hold the outside of her hand and go in at her own pace, but to pull out if she felt any pain. The sisters were now on the floor in front of her widely splayed chocolate legs, with a big slash of pinkness between. She also got to about 5-6cm inside. I brought in a medium sized wall mirror, and put it on a chair in the cramped space in front. Martha explained that in general it was better to insert by yourself than someone else doing it to prevent any 'wrong directions'. So Margey took a 5mm stainless steel one, and watched herself push it in, then wanked with it. I thought I saw steam come out of her ears as she came.
Ally deffo wanted to try, and her knickers were very wet when she took them off. (She reminded herself to put them in a hermetic bag as soon as possible. Her period was due to start tomorrow and that would generate some more for the pervs at Zelly's Smellies.)
I'd seen her peehole many times before when we'd been playing games together, and it was also quite pronounced - but not as much as Martha or Margey. I wondered if age had anything to do with it.
She too used the mirror to do it to herself and came easily and quickly with a red ribbed 4mm sounder.
With Lynette and Sandy, their pussies were of slightly different construction and internal geometry, maybe because of their young age, maybe just genetics. Martha had a speculum with her, so after spraying and lubing it, inserted it gently into Sandy, opened it up, and her urethra came into view. Her daughter took a 5mm steel one to orgasm.
Lyn was last to try, firstly with the speculum, and Ally inserted the rod without her help as she knew her sister well from all the times they had played with each other as teens. The speculum was released, as Lyn could now feel where to go, and she herself tried all successive diameters up to 7mm to a big explosion, and all the women agreed with Martha - the orgasm thus produced was indeed different.
Everyone soaking and relaxing in the hot tub was then the order of the day, along with plenty of alcoholic drinks and pee games of course. Both sisters wanted to try Mr Wang's wang (for want of a better way of saying it), and for the first time ever, Sandy also got fucked and spunked by it.
*****
Sally and Zeta decided to try the library, as it had been successful for the Russians in picking up the latter, all that time ago.
They first found a curvy 18-year old with long curly auburn hair. She was obviously supposed to be studying, but seemed very bored as she was staring out the window all the time. Maybe she was in need of a distraction.
The pre-rehearsed spiel: Hi, sorry to bother you. I'm Sally and this is Zeta. We're both bursting for a pee, and we wondered if you'd like to come to that disabled toilet over there to play some games with us?
Damn right, I would. I cannot get this stuff into my head. Wow, you're two lovely looking girls. I'm Sharon, by the way. Just let me pack this stuff into my bag and bring it with me.
They locked the door behind them, ready with an excuse to tell the security person or anyone else in authority they had a medical emergency of an intimate nature*. Sally stripped off and let Sharon play with her boobs and pussy. As Sal found many times in her sexual encounters, not many had seen a black female naked, either in pictures or in the flesh, and Sharon was no exception. She loved the feel and look of her all over, but especially the pinkness inside of her cootie.
*During their planning chats, they'd thought up about 7 or 8 good ones. Today's was: "Oh, my friend Zeta here just came from her boyfriend's. They made love, but his penis was bigger than she expected and she's hurting inside now. She trusts us to check her to see if she needs to go to hospital. No, you can't look. How dare you ask that!!"
Zeta said: Please Sharon, disrobe me. I think you'll find my nipples are to your satisfaction so do what you want to them. If I squat on the toilet, you can lick me out and taste my pee.
Sharon's pleasure was doubled with seeing another beautiful quim. She squeezed and rolled those huge nips with her thumb and finger. Caressed her small mounds, so nice but so different to her own. As she sucked on Zeta's clit, Sally started undressing her downstairs bits, and noticed her knickers were dirty and ripe for harvesting. Sal got behind her, put her tongue inside her cunt, then moved to her earthy-tasting arsehole.
Sharon then sat on the pot as the girl's top half clothes were taken off to reveal her GG breasts. Zeta sat astride her and peed almost everything onto the other's clit. The last 50ml Sharon took in her mouth.
Then Sal sat down and opened her legs wide and Sharon experienced the thrill of pissing full throttle on someone else. She pushed her lower lips to Sal and her daily drink was complete. Only Sally needed to go now, so Zeta and Sharon took turns cupping their hands underneath the stream, and feeding the other two.
As a finale, they all got in a standing up daisy chain position to insert 2-3 fingers into a vagina. Multiple orgasms were created.
Sharon, can we keep your knickers please? It's our fetish. You don't mind going home with a bald cootie under your skirt, do you. By the way, are you just lezzie or bi?
Ooh, I like a bit of cock too.
Great. Let's meet here again at the same time tomorrow and we'll take you back to our place and introduce to our friend who's got a really nice one, for your pussy and your arse. Are you up for that?
100% deffo. I can't get enough of you two and if I get a spunking, even better. But I'm an anal virgin, although ready to try.
Excellent. Bring any really dirty knickers from your laundry basket and we'll give you brand new fresh replacements. We'll explain why then.
They got cleaned up and re-dressed with lots of giggles and laughter, and parted ways.
*****
They had two more successful hits that day, a 22 year old Russian called Elvyra, and a 25 year old Dane (slightly overweight but with a sexy body) with the name Janneke. They did more or less the same things with them, collecting their panties with mucus and poop stains. Both were interested in follow up meetings (and would bring more dirty underwear), but the latter "said" she only wanted lez games, no cock. (But Sal thought otherwise.)
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Title: 12-8 Chines Motorboats
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Ken & Martha
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 12-8 Chinese Motorboats
by Stack of Books
(1291 words)
Margey and I had been only once to Ken's restaurant, the one nearby, a while ago, to sit down to eat (maybe her birthday, can't remember). Luckily, our two friends were not there that time, and none of their staff knew us, so we avoided any embarrassing arguments of "It's on the house" and we paid normally. Otherwise, after that, we just rang in our takeaway orders with a CC like every other punter.
So, according to Ken's generous offer, the following Saturday, my partner and I and the two sisters decided to try the second and newest one. That part of town was unfamiliar to all of us, and we had a job finding it. Eventually, we walked over the threshold, and the Wangs rushed over to greet and welcome us. Ken steered the 3 ladies into the cloakroom, hung up their coats, and motorboated them (on top of their clothes of course) and showed them to a quiet corner table. Martha also pushed me into that dark place, lifted up her T-shirt (braless of course), and implored me to go 'Brrr' to her massive melons and had a mini orgasm as a result.
Table for four, please, I solemnly intoned.
Yes sir, of course, she replied, trying hard not to smirk. Is that with or without pee games?
Sotto voce: You fucking wish. But I'm ready if you are!, I rejoindered, and she rushed away, giggling, into the kitchen.
As we ate, the subject of the sounding rods inevitably came up. (Granted, not a usual topic of conversation while food was in front of you, but no-one minded in the least.) All 3 females at the table admitted they had been trying and practising. Margey had bought the siblings and Sandy each a set from a sex shop locally. She even consulted a medical friend, and as she sat naked from the waist down on her consulting room couch, showing what she did with them, she learned some tips on how to do it safely without injury and duly passed that info onto Ally, Lyn, Sandy and her mother.
We all expressed our surprise that Sandy had had penetrative sex with her dad for the first time that day. We knew they had mutually masturbated each other since a long time ago (with and without Martha being there) and just assumed they had already reached that milestone. We never found out why it happened that particular day - maybe she was turned on by her mother's demonstration, maybe because of seeing A & L receiving him, maybe she just thought there's no better time and place than now.
After that, normal service resumed, in terms of conversational topics, and after a while we left the eating house, bloated and satiated, knowing that 7 days from now a takeaway would be on its way to us at home. I took a menu with me and made a mental note to tick off all the dishes I tried, with a view to some day completing it. That's a good thing to have on your life's bucket list.
*****
As arranged, Sal & Zeta found Sharon in the library (no books, just a carrier bag). They all complimented each other on how nice the others looked, and Sharon was mentally pinching herself for being lucky enough to get these two dusky beauties.
She'd been on the internet last night looking at porn sites using the search phrase 'ebony girls' but didn't find anything at all that matched up to what she could now see with her own eyes. Little did she know she had the wrong gender in her search - but she found out a very short time later.
They walked over to Andrea's house (Sal had already checked they could use it) and took her to the spare room. First they all drank rum and coke to mellow out.
They laid their guest down on the bed and for half an hour administered to her. First sensually undressing her, revealing those massive and very sensitive GGs. Sharon had always been a bit paranoid about them and had considered surgery, but now realised they were an asset. They took her knickers off to reveal they were very soiled and would fetch a high price. At breaktime she showed them others of similar quality in her bag.
They massaged her with rose-scented oil, paying particular attention to her fun bags and nipples. Then moved to her belly, legs, buttocks (she was indeed curvy), back, inner thighs, and pussy area. They pushed in oiled fingers making her squirm with delight. Dildos and vibrators continued the orgasms.
Timeout. They asked about her sex life to date and any fantasies.
Well, to be honest, they all came true when I met you two.
But you said you liked cock? My husband (also from Africa) is in the next room and would like to meet you. Come out, Arnold, we have the angelic Sharon for you. Tall, muscular, black as coal, he stood in the doorway and she gasped. He laid on the bed and checked her body out with his hands.
Undress me please, precious one, and reveal my gift for you.
Shirt, trousers and socks came off. She could already see a tent within the boxers and pulled them down to reveal a black 10-incher, veined and gnarly, with red bell end. She caressed his chest and legs, then sucked in his cock and gave it her best BJ and HJ. After 10mins they were both ready. The KY was produced, and Sally lubed her, Zeta lubed him. (She hadn't met him yet so it was a surprise to her too.)
Slowly but surely he eased his way in. She switched to her tummy and his balls slapped her pussy. More lube on her arse. This took longer, but there was no race, and eventually Sharon was the winner. Please cum in me now, she requested.
Pause for recuperation
Next, Sharon undressed Zeta and renewed her aroma memory of her pussy, then likewise for Sally. In the bath tub, they took turns peeing and being peed on - all possible combinations for four people. A quick rinse and back on the bed.
Zeta decided she wanted to be fucked by the hubby, so Sharon laid on the bed beneath her who was on all fours. Sal lubed them up, and the white girl was fascinated to see that long penis going in and out. She licked the shaft, the tip, the balls and Zeta's clit until they both shouted their orgasm at the same time.
No-one had any energy after that, so they relaxed, then showered.
Sal explained about Zelly's Smellies and how they had just started up their online store, and urgently needed dirty knicker donors.
Sharon promised to keep up the supply of her underwear. Her body produced a lot of vaginal discharge, and it was her period the day after tomorrow, so she vowed not to use pads or tampons. Sal gave her a big pack of Poundland ones, to use instead of her own, as well as hermetic bags.
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Title: 12-9 No fainting!!
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Veronika & Adam
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-12) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 12-9 No fainting!
by Stack of Books
(2023 words)
(Continuation of Book 12 Chapter 1)
Veronika brought him a cold beer as soon as he got home from work at 5pm. She took him into the bedroom where the naked Jean already was. Adam kissed his wife passionately on the lips, and then for good measure on each boob and on her red and engorged pussy. Her arousal smell was pungent because she and Nika had just finished a 1 hour mutual masturbation session, before the latter went to check on the kids. She couldn't believe this girl had declared herself to be straight. Maybe her parents had brainwashed her into believing lesbianism was wrong too.
Nika: Oh Adam, it's so nice to see you home. We both missed you, but hope you had a good day at the office. Would you like a massage or a shower?
Nika & Jean, it's nice to see you two as well. I can see you've been having fun. That makes me very happy. Can I have that massage please?
Nika undressed him, taking off his suit and hanging it up carefully and neatly. Then his shirt (no tie today), socks and boxers into the laundry basket in the corner.
She laid him on the bed on some towels she had put down.
Let's see, I have some scented oil here. It's glove flavoured. What?? Aah,......er, sorry, I misread the label. It's clove. Silly me. Aah yes, I know them, they're like nice-smelling mini trees you stick into oranges for flavouring wine at Christmas.
Exactly, Nika. Can you do a slow striptease first? I really like to see and feel your magnificent boobs over me as you work, and to see your wonderful pussy between your legs.
She complied willingly.
Let's start on your chest. Take a sip from your beer whenever you want.
Jean was happy just to watch what was happening.
Chest, belly, legs, feet, arms, turn over, buttocks, back, shoulders, neck, turn over, inner thighs, balls and shaft. Until he was fully erect.
Sorry Jean, he joked, I'm too relaxed right now to do you. His wife playfully twanged his hard dick. Boing!!.
She got on all fours and Veronika was underneath, just like Elena had demonstrated on Steve's sofa. Nika took his long penis and guided it into his wife's pussy. The Russian licked the shaft, the head and Jean's clit, as he got faster and faster. She gently caressed his ball sac until he exploded and lay back on the towels, spent. Jean squatted over the girl and she sucked out all the sperm and juices.
While hubby was recuperating, Jean went to check Tommy & Justine, Nika to put the lasagne in the oven.
They came back to find Adam sniffing her knickers.
You naughty man, you! Wouldn't you rather have the real thing?
She put her knees on either side of his head and he drank her nectar.
Listen, during our session this afternoon, I told Jean I'm ready for you to penetrate me. Is that OK for you? After getting rehydrated from my pussy, your willy is telling me yes.
So she took the same position on all fours as Jean had before, with her underneath. Adam took his time to go in full depth, and she was so tight, it was difficult to hold back.
He grabbed her tits, and rode her as best he could for 10 mins, then they crashed against the orgasmic wall together. This time, Jean was the glad receiver of the fluids.
After dinner, can you try up my back passage please? I want to put it at the top my CV. Veronika, Russian, big tits, both cherries taken. Occasional au pair. No other redeeming qualities.
They drank wine and ate Jean's delicious food. Nika got out some ice cream and gave it to the kids.
Then she helped them get ready for bed, and read them a story together.
The adults sat in the lounge, listening to make sure they settled, and Nika told them about places she knew and things she did in her home town.
Adam took her hand, and they all went to the bedroom. She was on her back with a pillow under her bum and her legs back, with the ankles by her shoulders. They lubed up him and her, but Adam first went into her pussy a few times. He rested the tip against her anus, and told her to push a bit as if she was pooping. He went in and slowly bottomed out, his testicles slapping against her skin next to her buttocks. Just that feeling was one she would remember for the rest of her life. As he pumped, the sensations inside her were incredible, and again they came, almost together. But she didn't lose consciousness at any point. And wrote and told Elena so.
This time she douched in the bidet. Back in her own room, she took the vibrator and relived his insertions into both her holes. Many nights and weeks after.
*****
(Continuation of Book 12 Chapter 7)
The deadly duo, Sally and Zeta, met Russian Elvyra outside the library in the morning. She showed them all the soiled knickers she had in her bag, some of them hers, some from her flatmate (willingly given). She said the ones she was wearing right now belonged to the other girl, so they would have two different scents and markings on them. Great idea, the entrepreneurs thought.
They checked with her that she was still ready for fun and games, and assured her that nothing bad was going to happen to her. Elvyra just had a big smile on her face in anticipation and that was answer enough.
They walked to Andrea's house, and up to the spare bedroom. Even though it was early, they all agreed that a rum & coke (or 2 or 3!!) would ease some tensions. The session basically went the same way as Sharon's, undressing her first, and spending a lot of time on her body. They put dildos in her pussy, then one in her arse. Replaced the front one with a vibrator and she came again and again.
Are you really bi, Elvyra?
Yes, I had a boyfriend till not long ago. His dick was 8" and filled me up nicely. But he didn't like my pee and poop kinks, calling me weird.
Poor guy. His loss. You are a very desirable woman. OK, undress each of us, and do what you want, then we have a surprise for you.
The Russian took Sal first, admiring her boobs and pussy, taking the dildo and bringing her to orgasm as Zeta put her fingers into the cunt of Elvyra.
Then she disrobed Zeta, and sucked and chewed on her long hard black nips for a long time. She started eating out Zeta's pussy, and as her arse was in the air, Sal couldn't resist getting behind Elvyra, tonguing and fingering her butt hole.
They took a break, and Sal said: My black husband would like to meet you one day. His dick is bigger than your ex's. Do you think you could handle it?
Ooh, I hope so.
Well, surprise, today is that day. Arnold, come out and meet Elvyra. She has the hots for you.
This time he was naked and flaccid. She automatically covered her boobs and pussy, but realised that was stupid, then stretched her arms out and pulled him onto the bed into a deep embrace. Sally and Zeta just watched for 20 mins as he took her to heaven and back three times, in different positions. At her request, he fired his spunk over her belly, tits and face, and the last few spurts into her mouth. She scooped up everything with her fingers and swallowed it.
To finish off, all four climbed into Andrea's shower, and peed all over each other. Elvyra squatted backwards on the toilet and everyone watched as she pooped a big brown log.
All her dirty knickers were handed over, and she went home with her cootie enjoying some fresh air and a pack of replacement ones.
*****
Early afternoon, the Terrible Twins met Janneke in the appointed place. But she looked nervous and they thought she might want to abort. They sat in the park and talked and they realised she just had issues about her weight. She said doing naughty things in the library bathroom with them had given her some self-confidence back.
They persuaded her to come back with them to Andrea's. She admitted she wasn't really gay, but all her previous boyfriends had teased her so much about her obesity, to the point where she decided to shun all men, forever. In general, the lesbian friends she knew were more forgiving and accommodating.
They encouraged her to drink many rum and cokes as they talked.
Pattern was the same as before: undress her and pay a lot of attention to tits and pussy. As a lover, she was very responsive and sensual.
Then let her undress them and do whatever she wanted.
At breaktime, more alcohol, and Sal said: My husband is also from Africa like me. He doesn't have a mean streak in his body. If he met you, he would treat you exactly the same as me, as Zeta, or any other girl, fat or thin or whatever. Do you think we could arrange another meeting to help you get over your insecurities?
Hmm, I guess so. What if he tried to force me into something I didn't want to do?
No way, he's just not like that. He would listen to you and respect your wishes. If you had a handsome black man, what would you want him to do, Janneke?
Errm, caress me all over just like you two have been doing today. Suck my boobs. Eat my pussy out. Stick his fingers in it. Show me his penis and let me lick and stroke it till it got really hard. Lube me up and fill my hole with it. Roll me over and push deeper into my cunt. Then spray his cum all over me. In the shower, wash it all off with his pee. Err...sorry, I was miles away...did I say too much?
Absolutely not. Don't worry. It's cool. I didn't tell you before for fear of scaring you, but he's been in the other room all this time. Now he's standing outside this door, and heard everything you just said. He won't rape you or degrade you in any way. Just help you love yourself for who you really are, and complete that checklist you gave. Zeta, bring Arnold in please.
Janneke's face was at first a picture of horror, but her fright instantly dissipated. He took her into his arms, spoke soft words, set her down on the bed, and half an hour later their joint adventure of passion came to a conclusion. Her smile was from ear to ear, and her body covered in his ejaculate, as they went in the shower to fulfil the pee part. Sally and Zeta assisted. Janneke stood up and gave to the others as good as she had received.
They rinsed off and got dressed.
Thank you, all 3 of you. I feel like a new person, a caterpillar into a butterfly. By the way, I have many dirty knickers for you. (A new pack was given to her.) Oh, and many more to come, I think.
They all departed on very good terms.
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Title: 1234 tell me that you love me more
Tags: True Story, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Rape, Reluctance, Young
Introduction:
No actual penetration in this story people, maybe next time ;)
Content:
Hi, I’m a simple girl who likes to fuck and be fucked...a lot; I’ve been called a home-wrecker, slut, attention whore, Lolita and so on and so forth.
You see, I struggle with the personal identity crap because I’ve come to realise that a woman can adapt and be anything she wants. I started out my young life as a victim and without even realising it I’ve become a “provocateur”
Definition: Traditionally, an agent provocateur (plural: agents provocateurs, French for "inciting agent") is a person employed by the police or other law enforcement body to act undercover and entice or provoke another person to commit an illegal act.
When people embrace this logic, they tend to rid themselves of any guilt they have or had after doing some “unmentionable” mentionable things to me. Life is funny that way.
I’ve also heard that people who get attacked or victimised in some way are more likely to be targeted again. I’ve had my fair share; I’ve always attracted complicated situations and answers, when in reality I’m a simple girl.
So I come before you with a cynical view of the world and the people in it.
Life isn’t fair, just eventful.
So what is it you ask that transformed me into this sexual being that I am today?
Well, as I’ve officially became sexually active at the tender age of nine, my tail of sexual escapades actually started at 4 and a half.
Opting for the most economic way of keeping your children under supervision, my mother sent me to a private residence / daycare type of a place. I really liked it, I had a day boyfriend that was a year older than me and I loved playing with the other kids that were there.
The sitter, named Lucie, had two sons, Steve and Dave. Dave was about 13 at the time, Steve was 16. I’ve never liked Steve. I guess he was an angry hormonal teenager but being 4 and a half, I didn’t know that. So I just thought he was mean.
Lucie would often leave us in the afternoon to go do some shopping and she would leave the kids under the supervision of either Dave, her husband or Steve.
I am now old and smart enough to realise all the little special attention Steve gave me. For example, he would often grab me and tickle me or have me in his arms and pretend to be sleeping while holding me tight against him, that “game” always made me panic.
I was pretty cute for my age, I almost always wore dresses, I remember liking the feeling of the fabric and the wind passing through, I still enjoy it. I had green eyes and I still had very light brown hair and blonde streaks from earlier years, I guess. A lot of kids start off blond, I’m a golden brown now...but I digress.
We had scheduled naps every day; I would always sleep in David’s bed because, once again, Steve scared me.
Being the youngest of the kids that were babysat by Lucie, I eventually ended up being the only one left in the group because the others had all left to start kindergarten. That’s when Steve put his plan into motion.
I’ve always had a good memory, up to this day I can still give the outline of a house I visited once when I was five, I just have a good attention to detail, blame my grandpa for that.
It was a day where Lucie would be gone. I remember hearing her specifically tell Steve, “Play with Melina and don’t forget her nap”. Coincidently, everyone else wasn’t home either.
I was playing alone with big blocks staking them, putting the pretty colors together, etc. When Steve told me I had to take my nap.
He took me to his room and told me to take off my jacket and pants to be more comfy to sleep. Having no idea of boundaries or personal space yet, I did as I was told. He put me to bed and to my surprise laid down next to me. Thinking he was just playing I pretended to be asleep (after only 10 seconds, kids are so sly). He then put his arms around me and started doing the “I’m asleep so you can’t get free game”. I started to panic pushed his arms away and ran to the bathroom, but came out maybe a minute later realising there’s nothing to do in a bathroom when you don’t have to go. Steve was waiting for me, on his bed, without his shirt.
Reluctantly I stepped towards him. He touched my cheek and with his other hand touched my stomach and told me that I looked pretty in my panties and shirt. I smiled sweetly and jumped on him to get on the other side to lay down and sleep. But as I tried to leap over him, he put his hand on my back and forced me to stay on him, swinging my little body towards him, we were now face to face, me on top of him,
He began to rub my smooth tiny legs; the contact sent chills up and down my body and made me giggle a little bit. Steve appreciated my response and didn’t stop touching me.
His breathing changed slightly and with a deepened voice he said. “Melina, I have a surprise for you in my pants, but you can’t be scared okay? Don’t worry it’s going to be fun”.
He twisted me around and while holding onto my hips, unzipped his pants and took out his cock.
I had never seen a cock before, not my dads, or in a magazine, I had no knowledge what-so-ever.
His cock was already hard and pulsing. It was, as I later found out, average sized. He took my little hand and wrapped it around the base. I still remember the heat, the moment you touch a new cock. That feeling never left me, I can’t say for sure but I think it instinctively aroused me.
Without knowing what I was doing I started rubbing it back and forth, feeling the softness and its hardness. Steve was grinning and moaning, urging me on by rubbing my little ass tenderly.
I was rubbing the cock head when I noticed some gooey transparent liquid coming out of the tip. I stopped rubbing, Steve noticed and told me that I needed to start licking it. I didn’t want to; my young mind knew that even that step was going too far.
He started getting angry and grabbed his cock with one hand and pushed my head down with the other. I couldn’t fight him off. I started sobbing and telling him I didn’t want to play anymore. He was speaking slowly but he seemed exhausted in his tone. He told me, just lick it, were almost done playing but “you need to lick it and make me cum so I’ll be happy”.
So my quivering lips slowly went down towards this seemingly huge pulsating thing. I kissed the tip as if to ascertain the danger. As soon as my tongue and lips came into contact with his penis, Steve moaned loudly and told me to “suck it”
I sucked the tip as hard as I could, I couldn’t tell if I was hurting or pleasuring him but he wasn’t telling me to stop. I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and started crying again. It was too much too fast for me, but Steve didn’t care, he kept my head in between his legs and started to yell at me to shut up and continue what I was doing.
While I was occupied sucking a dick for the first time. He decided to explore my body; he started rubbing my back, following the natural curves of my body all the way up to my neck. At some point he even bent down and gave me a French kiss. He ran his tongue up and down my neck which gave me a tingly sensation. He rammed his tongue into my mouth giving me my first kiss.
All of a sudden he stopped me, pulled my head away and lifted me as and I was now sitting, legs spread on his stomach, I could feel his cock pressing against my kiddie ass. He lifted my legs ups and slid off my panties, he started rubbing the inside of my thigh which only made me frown since I didn’t know what was going on. He just smiled and continued rubbing me leaning in closer and closer towards my pussy.
Steve kept commenting about how soft, tiny and cute my pussy was, he rubbed my clit which felt very nice, he told me that when I touched him that’s how I made him feel. He asked me if I wanted to feel even better, with a shy “uh huh” response he approached me towards his face and stuck out his tongue and licked my pussy. I cooed a little bit as the pleasure rose. Then he stopped, acting less lovingly towards me but more with disciplinary tone now. He told me to rub his dick again but faster and harder now. I was scared, I didn’t know what was going on, and so, I did.
Again and again, he told me to use my hands, to rub him, jack him off. His breathing was quickening and I just did as I was told in between sobbing. He started to give a stronger reaction, more moaning and panting. He then took my hands and started to rub himself off. He pulled my hair and ordered me not to stop licking the head of his cock no matter what. He was jacking off right in front of my eyes and I couldn’t look away from this lewd act performed before me. I kept sucking, unsure of what would happen. In a final breath, he held down my head whilst his dick was inside my mouth. I then felt a salty liquid shoot into my mouth and down my throat. I tried to pull away but he was too strong, I wriggle my body around while he shot his first load in my mouth, on my pink lips and even some on my face.
I coughed and vigorously wiped my face while he enjoyed his orgasm bliss. He then undressed me completely, feeling my pussy, my ass and my nipples. He then told me it was time for our nap. He slept cuddled up against me, breathing on the back of my neck and occasionally kissing it while his slimy dick was pressed up against my pussy. I didn’t sleep.
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Title: 12Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Twelve: Typical First Date Jitters
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Twelve Summary: Harry receives some letters. And Ron goes on a date. Taking his recent luck with witches into consideration, what will go horribly wrong with the date?
The day after the trio destroyed the Horcrux-cup, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in the empty Great Hall eating breakfast and discussing the possible locations of the other relics.
"One down and four to go, including Voldemort," Hermione said while checking off "Hufflepuff's cup" from the list she had laid out next to her morning meal.
"Which one do we go after next?" asked Ron with his mouth full of kippers.
"If any," Harry began after swallowing his food, "we should find the locket. That one shouldn't have any sort of traps around it. The other Horcruxes will most likely have a bunch of wards and traps around them, if the fake locket's placement was any indicator. And the last one is Voldemort himself; we have to save him for last."
"Well, it should be easy enough to retrieve the locket," stated Hermione. "All we have to do is get Borgin to tell us who he sold to locket to, and then simply convince the new owner to give it to us."
"Oh, yeah; real easy," Ron said snidely. "I can see Borgin just giving us that information."
"We'll just have to come up with a plan, won't we?" Hermione replied.
"Let's hope you come up with a better idea than /'Hi I'm Draco's girlfriend; could you tell me what he was talking to you about?'/" Harry said sarcastically causing Hermione to blush at the memory.
"That one wasn't one of your better plans," Ron added.
"I... I was pressed for time," Hermione weakly defended.
/"'Pressed for time'/?" Harry prodded. "This coming from the witch who formulated a very complex plan to trap an unregistered aninamagus reporter and then blackmailed her into not writing for a year unless it was beneficial to us."
"And let's not forget," Ron added, "that you were able to tell a lie, and a fairly convincing one at that, to explain why Harry and me were in the girls' bathroom fighting that troll right there on the spot."
"Let's talk about the unknown Horcrux or the missing one, shall we?" Hermione said rapidly, obviously hoping to change subjects from her unusual behavior and actions from the previous year.
"Fine then, spoil our fun," kidded Ron.
"The Horcrux were able to find but unable to identify is under the orphanage where Riddle grew up," explained Hermione. "We couldn't see what it was in our vision since it was covered. Whatever it is, it mostly is another relic, probably either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor."
"What does it matter?" asked Ron. "We know where it is; why should we care which founder it belonged to. Let's just go, get it, and cut it up."
"Good point," agreed Hermione. "Let's move onto the missing Horcrux-"
"It's me," interrupted Harry. During Hermione and Ron's short conversation on the orphanage-Horcrux, Harry's blood had run cold.
"It's you?" asked Ron.
"Yeah. When we did the ritual, the first thing I saw was my body lying on the bed," Harry explained sadly. "That means I must be the missing Horcrux."
Ron dropped his head as Harry's words sunk in. However, Hermione was smiling brightly, as if her boyfriend hadn't just implied that he would need to sacrifice himself to kill Voldemort.
"And how did Voldemort make you a Horcrux?" Hermione asked calmly.
"It was probably an accident when he killed my mum," snapped Harry. He didn't like that his girlfriend was taking this revelation so lightly.
"So when Voldemort killed your mother, he accidentally removed a fragment of his own soul and placed it into you," Hermione repeated. "All it takes to make a Horcrux is to kill someone?"
"I dunno," Harry responded with bitterness.
"So you're saying that Voldemort has only killed six people in his life," continued Hermione.
"What? Are you crazy?" hollered Ron. "He's killed loads of people!"
"Yeah, Dumbledore even said that he killed enough people to make an army of Infiri," added Harry. He was a bit perplexed by Hermione's statement; how could she think that Voldemort, the most feared Dark Wizard of their time only killed six people?
"But you said that he accidentally made you a Horcrux when he killed Lily," explained Hermione. "If making a Horcrux was as simple as killing someone, he'd have a lot more than just seven Horcruxes if we including his own body."
"What do you mean?" a very confused Harry asked.
"I don't know how a Horcrux is created, but there must be a very complex spell or ritual needed," explained Hermione. "Think of it; if creating a Horcrux was as simple as using a Killing Curse, Voldemort would have divided up his soul hundreds of times. If it was that easy, every single Death Eater would have dozens of Horcruxes themselves. No, there has to be some sort of complex ritual associated with it. Otherwise, every single Dark Wizard in history would have had scores of Horcruxes, wouldn't they?"
"But that doesn't explain why our spirits were just floating over our bodies when we did that 'locate missing items' ritual," Harry argued.
"Harry, when we were just floating up there, what exactly were you focused on?" asked Hermione. "Was it the Horcruxes?"
Harry paused and tried to remember what he was thinking of when he and Hermione's spirits had been hovering in mid-air. After a second of silence, Hermione crossed her arms across her chest. However, she didn't cross them in her usual manner. Normally, when she crossed her arms, Hermione would place them around the middle of her chest. But this time, she placed her arms across the lower part of her chest, causing her arms to push up her wondrous mounds. Harry immediately lost his train of thought and simply stared at her boobs with his mouth open.
They were such lovely things, all round, soft, and warm. They also had 'Carmella' and 'Natasha' on them which Harry so enjoy playing with. His mouth began to water at just the thought of fondling her breasts and caressing them while he placed gentle kisses on her flesh.
"You were focused on her tits?" Ron asked, noticing Harry's stare. Apparently, Harry had become so mesmerized by Hermione's boobs, and Hermione had enjoyed teasing Harry so much, that a good amount of time had passed since Hermione had posed her question.
Harry shot up - he had hunched over the table in an attempt to get closer to Hermione's boobs- and Hermione dropped her arms. Both of them were blushing madly. Ron chuckled at his friends' embarrassment and picked up another kipper.
"Ahem, anyway..." Hermione continued as if she hadn't just partially fondled her own breasts to arouse her boyfriend in front of her platonic friend. "You weren't focused on the Horcruxes at the time, so we were just in a sort of holding pattern, if you will. Once we both concentrated on the actual items, we started the search."
"But that still doesn't make sense," added Harry. "We only found four of them."
Hermione worried her lip and thought for a moment before stating; "Maybe we'll have to do the ritual again and check our findin-"
"OKAY!" Harry shouted gleefully. Any opportunity to frolic with Hermione was good enough for Harry. He shot out of his chair and offered, "How about now? Let's do it now!"
With a look, Hermione indicated Ron, who was looking at the couple as if they were very strange and that he didn't really understand them. The thought of Hermione's delicate hands wrapped around 'Harry, Jr.' enticed Harry so much that he had forgotten about Ron. With a shrug of her shoulders, Hermione told Harry that she couldn't do the ritual and give him a hand-job (which was significantly more important than the ritual in Harry's mind) if Ron was around. In a split second, Harry came up with an ingenious plan that couldn't fail. He would definitely get that hand-job now!
"Do you want to fly my Firebolt?" Harry asked Ron much like someone would ask a dog if they wanted a bone. The Ron/dog analogy was further strengthened when Ron sat up in his chair with his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth in anticipation. "Do you?" repeated Harry. "Do you?"
In response, Ron nodded his head rapidly and passionately. Harry figured if his friend had a tail, it would've been wagging back and forth right then.
"Then, go get it!" Harry said and pointed in the general direction of the Gryffindor Tower and his Firebolt.
Ron sprinted out of his chair and ran full tilt out of the Great Hall. The gangly teenager fell twice, tripping on his large feet before he made it successfully out of the Hall.
"Well, I guess we can do the ritual now," Hermione said with a bemused smile and a glow to her cheeks.
"What ritual?" asked Harry. He had gotten rid of Ron so that Hermione could play with - "Oh, yeah, right, the ritual," finished Harry as he finally remembered that there was a ritual that required Hermione to give him a hand-job.
"You know, I'll have to find a ritual that has you give me pleasure," stated Hermione as she stood up.
Harry closed his eyes and imagined a snake before saying in Parsletongue, "I thought I already found one?"
Hermione shivered at Harry's hissing words. She composed herself and conceded, "Well, there is that one."
Harry held out his hand and Hermione took it. But before they could head off to a secluded area, Hedwig flew into the Great Hall.
"Oh, here comes Luna's reply," Hermione said as Hedwig landed in front of Harry. "Do you mind if we read this before we do the ritual?"
"No... not at all," Harry responded, forcing the little voice in his head that demanded "//HAND//- //JOB/ //NOW//!"/ to the back of his mind. "Knowing Ron, he'll be on the Firebolt until dinner."
Hermione smiled at Harry and removed the post from Hedwig's leg and read aloud.
"Dear Hermione,
I would so love to meet with you. I will be at my father's printing press shop (the barn behind our house) later today. Please stop by whenever you can. Just use the floo and say The Quibbler.
Luna"
/"That's great," announced Harry. "We'll head there right after the ha... ritual," Harry had to fight to say /"ritual" instead of "hand-job."
/ /"I'm certain all you care about is using the ritual to locate the Horcruxes," joked Hermione. It was obvious that she knew what Harry's slip truly meant.
"Of course I am," Harry said. "If there was another way to find the locations of the Horcruxes besides the ha... the ritual, I would do it."
"That's good, because I found another ritual the other day that doesn't require us to get naked or even touch each other. It was in an innocent book in the library," Hermione said and began to stroll out of the Great Hall.
It was like someone had slapped Harry hard in the face. Here he was, all happy about getting a hand-job, he had even devised a plan to get Ron out of the way, but now he wasn't going to get it. Harry felt very, very sad. He looked after his girlfriend with his mouth opening and closing mutely, as he tried to force himself to tell her that he wasn't serious about doing any other ritual besides the one that included a hand-job. But he was too sad to even speak.
"I'm just kidding, you know," Hermione said with a naughty grin.
Harry was offended; how could she do this to him! Tempt him with a hand-job and then take it away, then to claim that she was joking. He had half a mind to give a good talking to her about teasing him...
Then, for the third time in Harry's memory, Hermione licked her hand, and that same half of a mind that wanted to chastise her suddenly started making very faint mewing sounds.
"Here, boy, do you wanna play?" Hermione playfully asked. Apparently, she too thought that Harry had treated Ron like a dog and decided to give Harry a taste of his own medicine. "Do you want little Hermione to give you a hand-job? Do you?" she mocked.
Of course, Harry really didn't care that his girlfriend was pretending that he was a dog. All he cared about was the offered hand-job. He skipped like a school boy over to Hermione. She gently patted his groin with her now damp hand and said, "You do want one don't you?"
"Damn right I do," Harry replied with absolutely no shame.
"Have you been a good boy?" she asked. Harry detected a hint of/ "naughty-Hermione"/ in both her tone and her eyes, so he figured that he would reply in a manner that "naughty-Hermione" should appreciate.
"Hell no," he breathed. "I've been bad."
"Really? Just how bad?" Hermione inquired and began to rub 'Harry, Jr.' through his trousers.
"V-v-very," Harry answered while simultaneously gulping and squeaking.
Hermione got up on her toes and took Harry's lower lip between her teeth and growled as she playfully tugged at his mouth and gave his crotch a proper squeeze. 'Harry, Jr.' sprang to life and begged Harry to do the ha... the ritual right there at the Gryffindor table so that it could play right now.
Stroking his length through his trousers, Hermione let go of Harry's lip and purred; "You are a bad boy, aren't you?" The mixed look of love, lust, and desire in her eyes made Harry almost climax right there in his boxers.
Harry considered agreeing to 'Harry, Jr.' and do the ha... the ritual right at the Gryffindor table, but he realized that even though Ron was preoccupied, many other people could walk in on them (including McGonagall, who had already witnessed the pre-show a few days before due to Hermione's behavior under the effects of the super-Cheering Charm). So Harry had to force himself to wait just a little longer for the ha... the ritual. But that didn't mean he had to walk slowly to his room. No, he had every intention of grabbing Hermione's hand and running, much like Ron had, out of the Great Hall. Though he planned on not tripping as much as Ron did.
The fully aroused wizard grabbed the naughty witch's hand (her free one mind you; the one rubbing 'Harry, Jr.' could stay right where it was) and turned to the doors leading out of the Great Hall. The pressure in his trousers and the need to have Hermione's hands on his naked flesh was intense that he didn't think he could wait for the time it took to make it to the Common Room; so he opted to head toward a nearby broom closet.
Readying himself for his run, Harry took two steps and stopped when he saw a flock of owls fly in. Nearly a dozen owls, all different shapes, sizes, and colors swooped in and landed all around Harry and Hermione (except for one; one of the smallest owls Harry had ever seen - even smaller than Pigwidgeon - landed on his trouser-encased erect organ like a perch). This was not the time to have a bunch of owls land around Harry; he needed to get the ha... the ritual. Not that he cared about finding the Horcruxes. To hell with that! He wanted to cum... and hopefully it wouldn't get in Hermione's eyes this time. Harry was about to jump over the ring of birds (and knock the one off of /'Harry, Jr.'/) and drag Hermione behind him when all the owls stuck a leg out at Harry; offering him the different posts. Every one of the envelopes and scrolls was addressed to him.
"What the hell?" Harry asked no one in particular. He had never gotten this much post at one time in his whole life and here was ten letters just for him. Each one was written in a different hand, two or three look feminine while the others were definitely masculine. Hermione reached for the post attached to the small owl on Harry (after she retrieved the letter, she shooed the bird off of Harry's organ and he could've sworn he heard his girlfriend mutter to the owl /"Get off of that; it's mine!"/). She unfolded the letter, which Harry assumed was from a woman judging by the style it was written, and began to read aloud;
"My Lovely Potter,
I went there to kill you, for your actions against my lord and master. I had hated you but you showed me nothing but love. When I'm released from this prison, I shall find you and repay you with the most tender and loving of kisses.
With eternal Love;
Persephone Cucumber-Smythe"
/ /"What the hell is this!" Hermione exclaimed and tossed the paper away. "It's a love letter."
"So?" replied Harry. He wasn't really paying attention to the letters; no, his main focus was the soon to be occurring ha... ritual.
"It's a love letter from one of the Death Eaters who attacked us," explained Hermione as she reached down and grabbed another post. This one was obviously written by a man. It was still elegantly written, but it definitely lacked the woman's touch;
"Dearest Potter,
/ I know you only have eyes for Draco..." /Hermione began to read aloud.
"Hey!" objected Harry.
"...but perhaps, just maybe, you'll be able to find a place in your heart for another dark wizard.
I want to feel your breath on my-"
/Then Hermione abruptly stopped, turned very pale, and silently crumpled the parchment up. Harry had no idea what the next word in the letter was but he knew by Hermione's reaction that it was bad. /'Harry, Jr.' was also starting to get scared; that is to say the raging hard-on that had been threatening to rip Harry's trousers open subsided slightly.
But curiosity got the better of our hero and Harry grabbed another post. This time, Harry could tell it was from a rather uneducated man because, whereas the previous letters were written with elegant joined letters, this one was written by an obvious brute of a man. It looked like he had held the quill in his fist much like a toddler would hold a crayon. With more than a little difficulty, Harry was able to read it;
"Potter,
I want to plow into you bum. Make you my wizard.
Edgars."
/ /Harry dropped the offending piece of parchment and completely lost the last remains of his erection. "How... what... why... to me?" Harry babbled incoherently.
"It must be you love-based magic," stated a still pale faced Hermione. "When you hit them with your super-Stunner, they must've felt love, just like Ron said."
Bile crept up Harry's throat; he had no idea that his powers could affect people in such a way. Would every single Death Eater that Harry fought fall in love with him? If so, how could he fight his enemies without them coming on to him later? Those thoughts made his head spin and his body cold. He felt as if he was about to faint - he'd been doing that a lot lately/./
/ /But, the moment that Harry started to get tunnel vision, the posts began to change color. They changed from their off-white parchment to the familiar bright red of a Howler. Faster than Harry could react, all the now red posts blew up and the thunderous laughter of two people filled the Great Hall. While Hermione and Harry vainly tried to block out the loud laughter, Harry was able to recognize one of the two voices emanating from the Howlers. He wasn't able to recognize the male at first, but he was able to guess to whom it belonged if only because he could tell that the female voice belonged to a certain pink haired witch.
"Remus and Tonks," Harry growled.
The laughter ended and the male voice started to speak;
"I wish I could be there to see the look on you face Harry," Remus Lupin's voice sounded. "I'm sure it's very similar to the way Hermione looked when she read that pamphlet at the reception."
"Love power," Tonks snorted in the background. Harry suddenly remembered that she had been in McGonagall's office the day before. She must have overheard their discussion on whether or not the Death Eaters that Harry had stunned had felt love.
"Now, we'll be waiting for your retaliation," taunted Remus' voice. "But I'll have to warn you; the two of you - or three if you include Ron - will have to step it up and come up with a better idea than /'let's spike their tea'/. I'm a Marauder after all."
And with that, the voice of Remus and the laughter of Tonks ended.
Harry could feel a vein in his temple throb with rage and he could see Hermione's eye twitch angrily. It was bad enough that Remus and Tonks had made him think that a number of burly Death Eaters wanted to bugger him, but what really bothered him was that there would be no way now that Hermione was going to be in the mood to give Harry a hand-job. She was obviously too angry to do it anymore (Harry was upset as well, but he was a teenaged wizard and he, by nature of being a teenaged wizard, was always in the mood for any form of activity where he got to be nude with his girlfriend, regardless of his mood). So, not only did Remus and Tonks make him believe that he would lose his virtue to a big, hairy Death Eater (other than Bellatrix), they, and this was the most important fact in Harry's mind, took away an opportunity for a hand-job.
For that, they would pay!
*
Having lost the desire to give /'Harry, Jr.' /a nice long handshake, Hermione suggested that she and Harry go to Luna's and see if she'd be willing to go on a date with Ron. As Harry and Hermione made their way to the Headmistress' office to use the floo, a thought occurred to Harry. He found it very ironic that he and his girlfriend were trying to hook Ron up on a date with Luna when he and Hermione had never actually gone on a date themselves. He voiced his observations to Hermione who paused.
"Well then we'll just have to treat this as a double date," Hermione concluded after a second of thinking. "A first date for both couples."
Hermione walked up the moving staircase and entered the office with Harry right behind her. She moved to the fireplace and threw some floo powder in. After stepping in, she announced "The Quibbler!" and disappeared.
Harry followed Hermione through the floo... and promptly crashed onto the floor. Hermione had learned from Ron's mistake of trying to catch Harry and had wisely decided to step out of Harry's path.
"Hullo," Luna greeted them while Harry stood and brushed the soot off of his robes. "Welcome to the Quibbler."
"Hello Luna," both Harry and Hermione returned the greeting.
"I'm sorry I can't show you the printing press at work," Luna said and gestured to a large contraption behind her that had a number of bells and whistles on it - literally. The press had dozens of bells of various sizes and several steam whistles, whatever purposes they served, Harry couldn't even begin to imagine. "But Daddy and Neville are off on a fact finding mission in Burma, and the press is down until they come back."
"Your father and Neville?" Harry asked with a bit of apprehension. He remembered that Luna and Neville had spent a good amount of time together last year. Harry was now wondering just how close the two of them had gotten.
"Oh yes," Luna glowed. "Neville's so knowledgeable about plants. He went along to find out what kinds of vegetation Snorkacks eat."
"Really?" Hermione asked with fake sincerity. She, too, just realized that their plan to get Luna to date Ron may be moot, because it was starting to look like she was already with Neville. "Um... tell me, Luna, um... are you, well, seeing anyone?" Hermione asked nervously.
Luna stared at Hermione with her big blue eyes for a full second then blinked slowly and stared at her again for another two seconds before she answered. "I'm sorry, Hermione, but I'm not a lesbian," Luna said. Harry and Hermione stared at the blonde witch in shock. Apparently, Luna misinterpreted Hermione's question as a come on; Luna thought that Hermione was hitting on her. "But if I did play for the other team, you'd be the third or fourth witch I'd want to bed," Luna concluded.
"That's not what I meant," Hermione blurted out, her shock apparent on her face. But then, as if someone had flicked a switch, Hermione's expression changed from shock to outrage. "'Third or fourth'?" Hermione screeched in offence. She began to examine herself as if there was something wrong with the way she looked. Harry could've told her that wasn't the case, seeing as she was absolutely perfect in his eyes. "It's my tits, isn't it?" she asked nervously. "They're too small..."
"Personally, I love them," Harry whispered in her ear. He was very tempted to show her how much he loved her boobs right then and there in front of Luna by giving them a squeeze.
"I figure that if I were gay, I'd be a big butch fan," admitted Luna. "I'd reckon that mullets would be attractive." After a moment of internal musing, Luna concluded, "Yes, I imagine that if I were indeed gay, that my lovers would have to have mullets; it's such a unique hairstyle after all."
Hermione pouted and Harry wondered who the two or three other witches were that Luna had placed before Hermione.
"You misunderstood me," Hermione began again, forcing herself past the awkward situation and to focus on the task at hand. "I was wondering if you and Neville were an item."
"No," Luna replied simply and continued to stare at Hermione for a good three seconds before continuing. "But why would you like to know that? Oh, you want to set me up for a date. Did you want to set me up on a date with Harry?" she asked as if Harry wasn't standing right behind Hermione.
"No," Hermione said defensively, placing her hand on Harry's hip as if to say he was her property - which was the case. "We were wondering if you would be interested in going on a date with Ron."
Harry could tell that Luna was in fact very interested. Her entire face lit up, a cute little smile graced her lips, and her eyes twinkled. She shyly pushed a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and said, "Yes, I would like that. Very much."
"Brilliant!" exclaimed Hermione. "Would you mind if Harry and I go on a double date with the two of you? It'll be the first date for all of us."
"That would be nice," Luna said with a glow to her cheeks.
"Now, I have to warn you," Hermione stated. "Ron has had some problems lately..."
"What kind of problems?" Luna asked with genuine concern.
"Scary girl problems," Harry said cryptically and shuddered at the memory of Bellatrix's incredibly hairiness, the off handed comment Mrs. Weasley made regarding how to aim, and the nude wrestling match featuring his own sister.
"Oh," the blonde witch muttered.
"But I have a plan that'll help Ron forget his problems," Hermione added. "But we just wanted you to know, in case he acts a little strange at first."
"I happen to like strange," Luna said and her cute little smile grew.
"How about meeting at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow night, around five in the evening?" suggested Hermione.
"I'll see you then," Luna said and skipped away happily.
*
The next day, Hermione had shut herself in her room for the better part of the morning and afternoon. While Harry and Ron passed the time with a brutal game of chess (brutal for Harry that is) a pungent smell wafted down from the girl's wing.
"What's she doing up there?" inquired Ron after his Queen decided to show how superior it was by violating one of Harry's Knights instead of simply smashing it. The horse-piece whinnied as Harry idly thought that Ron's Queen must have believed herself to be Catherine the Great.
"I dunno," replied Harry, in a mild state of shock, as he watched Ron's Queen light up a tiny cigarette as it stood over Harry's poor Knight. "Maybe she's making a potion or something."
At a quarter of five, Hermione finally walked down from her dorm and into the Common Room.
"Let's go out for dinner tonight," Hermione offered and tucked a glass vial into her robes.
"That'll be great!" agreed Ron.
Harry eyed his girlfriend suspiciously. He believed that his speculation about her making a potion all day was true because of the vial she had in her robes and wondered what kind of potion it was. After Ron led the way out of the Common Room, Hermione gave Harry a wink and a sly grin.
"So, where should be go?" asked Ron when the trio entered McGonagall's office.
"The Leaky Cauldron," answered Hermione.
"That's great," Ron said gleefully. "I heard Tom's making ice-cream now. I can't wait to try some."
"NO!" Hermione and Harry shouted in unison. The taste of Tom's horrible ice-cream still sent shivers up their spines.
After using the floo to travel to the Cauldron, the three teens headed to an empty booth (that is after they picked Harry up off of the ground and repaired the table he had crashed into). But before they sat down, Hermione said, "There's Tom. I have to speak to him for a second."
Hermione approached the bald tavern man and spoke to him in a very animated way. She gestured back to the booth where Harry and Ron where sitting and pointed directly at Ron. She then handed Tom the glass vial and he nodded knowingly.
With a smile of accomplishment, Hermione returned to their table. Harry felt that she was putting on a show for some reason, but couldn't tell why.
A very short while later, Tom showed up at the table and handed the friends three pints of butterbeer. Hermione pointed nonchalantly at Ron's pint in a questioning way and Tom gave her a quick nod in response.
Before Harry could ask what his girlfriend was up to, Hermione raised her butterbeer and gave a toast. "Here's to friends!" she announced.
Ron and Harry clinked their glasses with Hermione's and drank to friendship. Harry set his pint down and noticed that Ron had downed half of his butterbeer in a single gulp; apparently Ron was thirsty.
Again, Harry was about to ask Hermione why she was acting in such a strange manner when she spoke up.
"Ron, we have a confession to make," Hermione said in an undertone. "Harry and I have set you up on a blind date."
"What? When?" Ron sputtered nervously.
"Tonight," Hermione answered. "With Luna."
"Looney!" Ron groaned.
"I thought you said that she grew on you?" Hermione said, upset that Ron was using that rude nickname.
"Yeah, she did," Ron wrung his hands uneasily. "It's just that with all the... problems I've been having lately, couldn't you have set me up with the Patil twins instead?"
Hermione rolled her eyes in a disappointed way while Harry nodded his head, as if he were saying "See I told you."
"Besides," Ron continued. "I don't think I'm up to dating just now."
"Except if it was the Patil twins, right?" asked Harry.
"Oh, of course," acknowledged Ron.
"It doesn't matter if you're not up to it," Hermione stated, obviously trying her best to ignore Harry and Ron's comments about twins. "I made a mild Lust potion earlier today, and I just had Tom pour it in your butterbeer."
"What?" demanded Harry as Ron gulped anxiously and stared at his half-drunk pint.
"But this isn't like that simple little potion that Ginny slipped me," Hermione stated proudly. "No, I made this potion specifically keyed so that there would be an attraction between Luna and yourself, and only between you two. I knew that you'd probably have some difficulty with dating given your recent... adventures, so I decided to help you overcome them."
"You spiked his drink with a Lust Potion?" Harry asked with shock.
Tiny beads of sweat popped up all over Ron's brow.
"Just a mild one," Hermione explained and discreetly gave Harry a wink. "It's just going to help him along."
Before Harry could think about what the wink meant, Luna Lovegood walked up to the table.
"Hullo, Ronald," she said dreamily. Harry's jaw dropped open as did Hermione's. Luna had spent a lot of time making herself up for this date, and it showed. Her hair was tied up in a pretty bun and she had just a touch of eye-shadow that accentuated her blue eyes. She wore a baby blue robe and hugged her body and showed something that Harry had never noticed before about Luna.
She was stacked.
Apparently, Luna had always been previously dressing in unflattering robes that would hide her large breasts, but she had obviously chosen this set of robes to show them off. And boy did she ever.
"They're huge," Harry heard Hermione muttered and saw that his girlfriend's eyes were fixed on Luna's large mounds.
"H-h-h-hello Luna," Ron squeaked as he looked into her eyes - and as mentioned before, when a bloke says he's looking in a girl's eyes, he means he's looking at her boobs. Luna giggled and proudly shoved her chest up, causing both Harry and Ron to audibly gulp.
Luna sat down and greeted Harry and Hermione. "Hullo, you two."
"Hi, Luna," Harry returned the greeting, amazed at how Luna's breasts rested on the table top. 'How can such a small witch have such big boobs?' Harry wondered internally. To him, it looked like someone had stuck two grapefruits to a twig.
"They're huge," Hermione repeated dazedly.
After a moment of silence, Ron was able to tear his eyes away from Luna's orbs and look at her properly. He gulped and spoke softly to large-chested blonde. "Luna, I have to warn you about something. Hermione spiked my drink."
"She spiked your drink? What with?" Luna asked with her eyebrows knitted.
"A Lust Potion; one that will work only between you and me. She says she did it to help me get over my nervousness," explained Ron.
Luna eyed Ron's tainted pint for a moment, and then suddenly picked up the glass and drank the remaining liquid in one gulp. She let out a soft belch as she set the empty glass down. "There now, both of us have had the Lust Potion, so we're on a level playing field."
Ron snorted and smiled shortly before Luna pounced on him. Their lips crashed into each other.
"Did you really spike the drink?" asked Harry in a near whisper, as he watched Ron and Luna go at it like a pair of crazed nymphomaniacs.
"No," admitted Hermione in a similar volume, as she too watched the spectacle in front of her. "I remembered how you were able to trick Ron into believing that you slipped him the Felix Felicis last year, and how he truly believed he was lucky. I realized just how susceptible he is to suggestion..."
Hermione paused as Luna made a show of shoving her tongue down Ron's throat.
"Then what were you doing all day?" Harry asked. "And that smell that was coming from your dorm-"
"I was just boiling some old socks today to give the impression that I was brewing a potion," answered Hermione as she watched in shock. "Then just now, I asked Tom to throw away the useless vial, and, as part of a prank, to simply nod when I pointed at Ron."
Ron paused in his ravishing of Luna's lips to squeeze one of her overly large tits in his hand twice. Along with each squeeze, Ron made a childish noise.
"Honk-honk," Ron said with glee.
"Did he...?" Hermione began, but was too shocked to continue.
"Yes, he just honked her tit," Harry finished. "Twice."
Luna apparently decided that her un-squeezed tit was jealous, so she reached up and repeated Ron's performance on herself.
"Honk-honk," Luna sounded causing Ron to giggle like a boy who was just given a sugar-quill to suck on. And apparently, the sugar-quill analogy was very appropriate, because Ron's lips clamped onto Luna's tit and began to suckle it through the cloth of her robes.
"I knew that Ron was vulnerable to suggestion," Hermione murmured while Luna moaned passionately, "but I didn't know Luna was just as bad."
Harry looked around the Leaky Cauldron and was pleased to see that no one in the pub had noticed Ron and Luna's actions yet. But it would only be a matter of time before they did. He was about to try and separate the two new lovers when Luna did something very unexpected, but not unfamiliar to Harry.
She licked her palm.
"Oh, no," gasped Hermione, just as Luna shoved her wet hand in Ron's trousers. Ron's eyes crossed and he groaned happily as Luna obviously found her target.
"Let's get out of here," both Harry and Hermione blurted. They shot out of the booth and scurried to the fireplace and floo'ed back to Hogwarts while Luna and Ron continued to - ahem - get to know each other. Before Harry disappeared from the Leaky Cauldron, he could've sworn that he heard Ron grunt and Luna giggle.
"That didn't take long," Harry said and picked himself off of the ground in McGonagall's office.
"What didn't take long?" Hermione asked. Harry just gave her a knowing look in response. "He didn't? So soon?"
"I didn't last long the first time with you," Harry defended his friend.
"You didn't finish the first time with me," corrected Hermione.
As the couple made their way out of the Headmistress' office, Harry recalled that along with setting Ron up with Luna, Hermione also wanted this night to be their first date as well. This was supposed to be a special night for Hermione, her first date with him but it was already over. Suddenly, Harry realized that the night was still young and he had an idea as to how to continue their date. And by Merlin, he'd make it special for her.
Taking her hand, Harry led Hermione out of the office and down toward the entrance to the castle.
"Harry, where are we going?" Hermione asked. "The Common Room is in the other direction, and there's something I need to do."
"It can wait," replied Harry.
"But-"
"Too bad," Harry cut off her objections. "Tonight's our first date."
Without another word of objection, Hermione let Harry take her out of the castle and onto the grounds. The two walked on the shore of the lake, looking up at the stars and talked. Since they already knew everything about each other, there was no need to try and impress each other with stories about themselves. Some times they simply talked about how pretty the stars looked, and other times they didn't even utter a sound; they just sat on the shore, holding each other in comfortable silence.
After a little over an hour, Harry and Hermione headed back to the castle.
"Do you think they'll be okay?" asked Harry as the two lovers walked toward the Gryffindor Common Room.
"They should, seeing that Ron came before we left. They should come to their senses before anyone in the Leaky Cauldron catches them," said Hermione. She then giggled and stated; "Can you imagine the look on Tom's face if he realized that Luna was playing with Ron's penis in one of his booths?"
Harry blushed and averted his eyes when Hermione said that word.
"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked when Harry turned his head.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry replied.
A wry smile crept across Hermione's lips and she breathed in Harry's ear; "Penis."
"Gah," Harry groaned and recoiled away from Hermione.
"Penis, Harry," chuckled Hermione, and he flinched again. "Penis, penis, penis."
"Stop saying that word," Harry hissed.
"What word, Harry?" asked Hermione with mock innocence. "Penis?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"'Cuz it's a dirty word," explained Harry.
"All right; let me say three things," began Hermione as they continued their walk. "First; it isn't a dirty word. Second, I seem to recall a positive reaction from you when I talked dirty to you when I was under the effects of your super-Cheering Charm, so I know you like it when I talk dirty. And thirdly, I've heard you say penis before."
"Yeah, but only like /'Percy's a penis'/," corrected Harry.
"So you can't say something like /'I really enjoy when Hermione plays with my penis'/?" inquired Hermione with a devilish smile.
Harry gulped and Hermione taunted; "C'mon Harry; say it."
Harry really did want to say it because it was true. But he found that he couldn't do it.
"Fine then, since you can't say penis," continued Hermione, "what do you call it?"
Harry felt his face burn with embarrassment.
"Perhaps /'Little Harry'/?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione, never use the word 'little' when talking about that/," whined Harry. She obviously didn't know the first law of masculinity: 'Never use the world small, little, or tiny in the same sentence where referring to your bits.'/
"Okay, how about /'General Happy-Time'/? /'Mr. Happy Staff'/? /'Beef Bayonet'/? /'Love Wand'/? /'Slong'/? /'John Thomas'/? /'Wily; the One Eyed-Wizard'/? /'Todger'/?" Hermione charged on, "/'Tonsil Tickler'/? /'Mushroom Stamp'/? /'Skin Flute'/? /'Hooded Wizard'/?"
"/'Harry, Jr.'/" Harry admitted shamefully.
"Oh, 'Harry, Jr.' is it?" Hermione returned, obviously poking fun of Harry's euphemism.
"Yes," Harry hung his head. He knew it was a childish name and he was embarrassed that he had admitted it to Hermione.
"Let's make a deal; if you can say 'penis' and not be embarrassed by it like a child," Hermione began, "I'll give you another /'birthday pres-'/"
"PENIS!" shouted Harry. The memory of the infamous 'birthday present' gave him the courage to get past his childish fears. Of course, he had said the word "penis" so loud that every painting in the hallway woke up and stared at the wizard.
"How rude," a painting of an old witch chastised.
"The manners of young people today," a crumpled looking wizard commented.
"Now say; /'I want my penis in Hermione's mouth,'/" commanded Hermione.
"What did she say?" the old witch asked in scandal. "Such an improper thing for a witch to-"
"Shut it, ya old bird," the crumpled wizard barked. "This is getting interesting.
"I want my penis in Hermione's mouth," Harry repeated without a stutter, shutting out the chatter of the paintings.
"They way they're talking, it would lead people to believe that they will do it right here in this very hall," the old witch said in an appalled manner.
"We can only hope that they do," the crumply wizard added.
Hermione bit her lip seductively and asked; "How bad do you want it?"
'Harry, Jr.' - no, Harry's penis jumped up and begged. "Very much," Harry groaned.
"No, Chosen One, do not be doing that!" a tiny voice squeaked from somewhere in the shadows.
"Not now!" hissed Harry.
"Who's there?" asked Hermione as she scanned the hall around her.
Dozens of House-Elves skulked out of the shadows and stood in front of Hermione.
"Have you been following me?" asked the brunette witch.
"We's is sorry, oh Great One," one of the house-elves humbly admitted. "But we's can't be letting you's do those nasty things with the One of the Mark."
Two house-elves were even brave enough to stand between Harry and Hermione, as if to block them from coming too close to each other. Harry had to consider them to be brave, since he was about to kill the whole lot of them. If the house-elves succeeded in stopping Hermione and Harry from having fun, this would be the second time in two days he would have be denied his fun. First, Remus and Tonks' joke stopped Hermione from giving Harry a hand-job, and now these effing elves were trying to stop her from giving Harry another '/birthday present/'!
"Oh, I understand," Hermione said softly to the house elves. "You're right; I've learned my lesson and won't be touching the One of the Mark."
Harry's heart sank as relief washed over the house-elves; they had gotten their wish and Harry was denied a blow-job. Harry was positive that he was about to have a stroke. Not a little one either, it was going to one of the big ones, where he'd end up a drooling vegetable.
"Thank you's, oh Great One," one elf cried.
"No, thank you for stopping me from doing wrong," Hermione said back. "But I need you to do me a favor,"
"Anything, oh Great One," the elves all called out.
"I need you to go out into the world and tell your brethren that I have finally come," Hermione said a little over-dramatically. Every single house-elf squealed in delight and disappeared with a pop. "Now that they're out of the way... it's time for your /present/."
Harry felt his eyes well up with tears of relief and happiness. Hermione once again took Harry's hand and headed off to the Gryffindor Tower. Harry paused when a sudden realization dawned upon him.
"What if Ron's up there already?" he asked.
"Then we tell him to have a good night and retreat to the Common Room. After locking him in his dorm, of course," offered Hermione. "Besides, even if he and Luna eventually realize that they were never exposed to a real Lust Potion, they would still talk for a bit and what not."
The two young lovers passed the Fat Lady and climbed the stairs to Harry's room and were overjoyed to see it empty. Hermione was right; apparently, Ron was still with Luna, which made Harry very happy. They wouldn't have to tromp back down to the Common Room after all; he could play with Hermione without fear of interruption. Taking her in his arms, Harry devoured Hermione's face with both big and small kisses.
"You are the most brilliant witch in the world," Harry complimented his girlfriend with a kiss on her nose. "You had me scared there with the 'I've seen the light' bit with the House-Elves," he finished by kissing her chin.
"Yeah, I figure that if we needed some alone time, all I'd have to do is tell them to pop out and spread the word," Hermione stated as she pulled Harry's shirt off.
"Brilliant," Harry breathed in her ear and began to unbutton her blouse. He trailed kisses down her neck and onto the flesh in-between her breast while Hermione gave him a hand and unclasped her bra.
"You can show me how brilliant I am by kissing these," Hermione replied and she cupped her boobs together. Harry happily complied. As his tongue played with /'Natasha'/, Hermione asked: "Would you find me more attractive if my titties were like Luna's?"
Harry paused for a moment before answering. "Actually no, there is such a thing as too big. I mean I reckon that I'd get a sprained wrist playing with them," he ended playfully. Harry waited a moment before continuing, in a completely open and earnest tone, "Besides, I'm in love with you, and not your boobs."
"That's the right answer," Hermione cooed and Harry went back to playing with 'Natasha.'
/ /"That's not to say I don't love your tits," added Harry. "You see, I figure they're a nice bonus that comes with loving you, if you don't mind."
"Of course not," giggled Hermione and Harry went back to suckling 'Carmella' this time. A wicked compulsion overtook Harry, he reached up and cupped her fascinating mounds in his hands and gently squeezed them. That wasn't the wicked compulsion though; the wicked part came when he made a certain now-familiar noise.
"Honk, honk" he sounded and Hermione's face lit up in a most pleasing way and she giggled - which caused her boobs to jiggle in the most wonderful way. When his compulsion was satisfied, he returned to suckling her nubs.
After a few minutes where both teens somehow were able to shed the last fragments of their clothing while Harry's mouth was still attached to Hermione's breasts, the brunette witch announced; "Time for your /'birthday present.'/"
Hermione guided Harry so that he was sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard and she knelt in-between his legs. She took his organ lovingly into her hands and purred; "It's time to see if my experiment has worked."
"What experiment?" asked Harry while he ran his fingers through her soft hair.
"Remember back when I said that we can change the taste of your discharge by altering your diet? Well, that's why I haven't let you eat dairy or sweets," explained Hermione.
Any resentment Harry might have felt over his forced change of diet disappeared the second that Hermione ran her tongue up the length of his manhood.
"Besides the scientific research to find out if I was able to change your taste," continued Hermione, "I still have to thank you for that beautiful flower you gave me."
With that, Hermione swallowed Harry's organ. He stroked her cheek and asked; "You thought it was beautiful?"
To which Hermione hummed a "yes" sound. The humming sent a wave of pleasure over Harry. Hermione took that as her cue to start her wonderful humming again. Unfortunately for Harry's psyche, she chose that same damned childish song that he couldn't place from the first time she went down on him. Hermione had gotten to the second verse of the insipidly inane song when Harry couldn't stand anymore.
"Stop, just stop," commanded Harry.
Hermione raised herself off of Harry with a pop and asked; "What's wrong? Am I not doing it right?"
"No, you're fantastic. It's just that bloody song you're humming. Please stop that song," he hissed. "I hate it! Anything else, just not that song!" Harry desperately wanted her to continue with her humming, but that song was driving him crazy.
"How can you not like /'The Good Ship L-'/?" Hermione began to ask.
"How can anybody like it?" Harry snapped. "It's a stupid song, that doesn't make any sense."
"Well, what would you like me to hum?" she asked with his erect and spit coated penis resting against her cheek.
"I dunno, How 'bout some movie theme," suggested Harry.
"Maybe something from John Williams," offered Hermione.
"Sure," he replied. Harry didn't know who this Williams bloke was, but as long as Hermione wasn't humming that asinine song, he would be happy.
The tune that Hermione selected made Harry very happy indeed. It was a beautiful humming rendition of a song that seemed to have been written just for him; just for Harry Potter. A Harry Potter theme, if you will.
While Hermione continued to bob, suckle, and hum, Harry lovingly caressed her cheek and ran his fingers through her bushy hair. His heart was filled with so much love for Hermione, because she was doing this just to make him happy. He vowed to return the favor shortly; perhaps immediately after he was done.
As he was caressing her face, Hermione opened her jaw wide and shoved the tip of his manhood into her cheek so that it was creating a bump in her face. Harry got a thrill as he ran his fingers over that bump, simultaneously stroking his girlfriends flesh and his penis through her cheek.
After a while - again, Harry noted with pride that he was lasting longer and longer with each go - he felt the familiar pressure build up. "Hermione, I'm gonna cum," he warned.
She formed a tight ring with her forefinger and thumb at the base of his shaft and pumped while she continued to slurp at his crown. Hermione looked up and the couple locked eyes. Harry grabbed his bed sheets and unloaded into his love's mouth.
Hermione slurped as he came. After he was spent, she raised herself up and Harry could tell that his seed was in her mouth, as she had her cheeks puffed out slightly. She swirled the goo between her cheeks and had a scrutinizing look on her face, as if she was judging the fluid for taste, consistency, and style, much like a food critic would sample wine. But before she could swallow his load, the door to Harry's room flew open with a bang and a very disheveled red-haired wizard came staggering in.
He looked as if he had been stampeded by Buckbeak; his pullover was half-tucked in, half out, his zipper was undone (the part of his pullover that was tucked in was sticking out like a fabric representation of his willy), his robe looked like it was torn in several places, and he was missing one of his shoes.
Harry and Hermione watched Ron stumble in with wide, horror filled eyes. Added to her comically wide eyes and puffed cheeks, a bit of Harry's cum had seeped out of Hermione's pursed lips and dribbled down her chin. Judging by Ron's state; the date had either gone terribly wrong (he looked as if he was roughed up) or had been a smashing success (he looked as if he had been roughed up... but in a good way). Whatever way the date turned out, Harry reckoned that Ron wouldn't want to see Harry and Hermione's/ "after show."/ Well, that and Harry didn't want to have Ron see 'Harry, Jr.' all wet and sleepy. Something's friends just shouldn't share
Thankfully, the Powers-That-Be seemed to be on Harry and Hermione's side for once. With his eyes shut, apparently out of sheer exhaustion, Ron careened past Harry's bed (where he missed a spectacularly good view of Hermione's round bottom Harry observed) and began to fall onto his own bed. Unfortunately, the red-haired wizard completely missed his bed by at least two feet and crashed with a thud onto the bare and hard floor. A low snoring sound told Harry that his friend was all right.
Harry turned to check on his girlfriend and he could tell that she was panicked by the idea that Ron would hop up at any second and shout "Brilliant job, Hermione! Can I watch while Harry goes down on you?" simply by the look on her face - that and the fact she hadn't swallowed yet.
"Um, Hermione, he isn't gonna wake up for hours," Harry reassured. He knew for a fact that Ron was not going to wake up even if Harry placed an Exploding Snap card on his head - Harry knew this was certain since he had tried this tactic one night a few years back when he was very bored.
Hermione gulped and finally swallowed his load and then laughed nervously. "I thought we were caught," she breathed out.
"Well, seeing pretty much how everybody else has walked in on us," said Harry with a mischievous smile, "why not give Ron a show?"
"He is our best friend, after all," Hermione put in, catching on to Harry's joke.
"He could even cheer us on," Harry added.
Hermione snorted and said in an imitation of Ron's voice "Good job, Hermione, but focus more on that there."
The two naked lovers sniggered as silently as they could. After regaining his composure, Harry pushed Hermione onto her back and she squealed "What are you doing?" in an undertone.
"Returning the favor," Harry said simply.
"I was joking when I said he could watch," Hermione said on the verge of panic.
"No you weren't," Harry said confidently as he crawled on top of Hermione. "You're a naughty little witch who would get off on doing it while Ron's asleep, just a few feet away.
"Besides, I know for a fact," continued Harry. "Nothing will wake him up for hours. Trust me."
Hermione's panic slowly softened into embarrassment. With a blush, Hermione admitted, "All right, just this once though."
With a triumphant chuckle, Harry began to lower himself so that his face was hovering over her flower. "But do not use you Parseltongue magic, just try it normally," Hermione commanded. "I don't want to scream and risk waking Ron up."
"Your wisssh isss my command," Harry hissed in Parseltongue and lowered his mouth on her petals.
With her voice full of a combination of fear of waking Ron up and overwhelming desire to have Harry eat her out, Hermione whimpered; "Oh, no."
To Be Continued. |
Title: 12]. Liner
Tags: True Story, Boy, Gay, Mature
Introduction:
A Casual Encounter Turns into Love.
Content:
This story is a long one and contains explicit sex scenes between an older man and young boys. If this disturbs you please do not read further. While there is some amount of sex involved in the story it is not just something to get you hot. There is a deeper level to this story.
Liner.
Romance on the High Seas.
When the liner stopped at Manila and the crowd of overweight American tourists trooped down the gangway bearing their luggage, and as usual talking at the top of their voices I was relieved. The trip from Colombo had not been up to my expectations. I had booked the trip with visions of slim sleek Asian boys in my mind, and had been overwhelmed by the crowd of fat middle aged American’s that had been on board. The one cute Sri Lankan steward on the ship was called Romal and had turned out to be a paid Gigolo who was only interested in the dollars he could milk from the passengers, in particular the American’s. He swung both ways and did not care if he serviced either males or females as long as a fistful of dollars came his way. I was still young enough to baulk at the idea of paying for sex and yet not old enough to have reached the state of having to do so to ensure suitable company. I certainly had no intention of spending good money to allow some gigolo to pound my ass, nor was I willing to pay him what he wanted to allow me to use his body.
As the loud group of tourists sauntered down the gangplank, I stood leaning on the railings waiting with some excitement to see what the new arrivals would be like, fervently hoping that there would be at least one or two possibilities among them. The motley crowd that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asians. Leading the pack was a solid phalanx of Japanese business men, wearing almost identical suits with their cameras dangling from their necks, and faces wreathed in identical smiles. Close behind them came the Filipinos, in family groups being shepherded by anxious looking fathers, all of them radiant as peacocks in their obviously new clothes. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked interesting. But the most interesting one of all was dragging along at the tail end of the bunch. He appeared to be a single boy who did not have any companion or parents in tow. My interest perked up immediately. He looked to be around 19 or 20, though as usual with Asian boys like this he could have been younger. He had the broad cheekbones and clear hairless face typical of the region. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a small duffle bag. No suitcase, no camera and no beaming face. He was dressed in a pair of scruffy jeans and a silk shirt that looked as if it belonged with a tuxedo, rather than being casually paired with jeans. As he approached the railings he looked up at me. He had a rather dull pinched look about him and a forlorn expression on his face.
I had actually tipped the steward to ensure that I would not be forced to share my cabin with some ghastly Japanese business man or a small child from one of the Filipino families. He had suspected my interest in gay sex and had, with a lewd wink, assured me he would see that I got a “suitable” companion for the rest of the journey to Sydney. He also indicated that he would be expecting me to cough up a decent amount of money if he got me the “right” kind of cabin mate. Looking at the rank and file of the new arrivals I idly wondered just who I would be sharing my cabin with over the next 10 days. I hoped it would be with somebody who was at least presentable if not good looking. And of course if it was someone whom I could get up to some “hanky panky” with, so much the better.
Putting aside my apprehensions on these matters I went forward to watch with my usual fascination the process of leaving a harbour and heading out to sea. Watching the tug boats bury their sterns almost into the water as they took up the load on the cables and then sensing the behemoth beneath me begin to move never ceased to enthral me. Feeling the rumble of the engines starting up and watching the curl of the bow wave rise higher as we got underway kept me riveted at the bow of the ship till almost sunset. I never ceased to be completely engrossed by the disappearing of land and the endless vistas offered by the open ocean.
When I went down to my cabin to change for dinner I could see no evidence of any travelling companion. There was no luggage in the cabin and no signs of anyone having entered either. Wondering what was to transpire I went to the dining room and was greeted at the door by Romal. The steward had a smug look on his face and while escorting me to my table informed me that he had allotted the second bunk in my cabin to one of the two teen aged sons of the Filipino family who would be sharing the table with me. He told me I could *** whichever of the boys that either took my fancy, or stirred my loins. He made the introductions to the family who were already seated at the table and with a somewhat proprietary air announced that I would make the choice as to which of the 2 boys, who were in their late teens, would be sharing my cabin. During the course of dinner I studied both lads carefully. They were not very shy and were quite well spoken and extremely polite as are most Asian lads of that age. Though it was the younger of the two that was more outgoing I eventually decided that I may have a better chance to entice the older one into playing some private body games at night. When I announced my decision I thought I saw a look of disappointment on the younger boys face.
During dinner I noticed that the single boy I had seen earlier was seated with a group of 3 Japanese business men at an table not so far away from mine. He still had the dull listless look on his face and seemed to be quite lost in his own world. The Japanese men at his table tried to include him in their animated conversation but he was not very responsive and soon they were ignoring him completely. He left the table very soon, after picking at his food though hardly eating much. When I was taking my usual walk around the deck after dinner again I noticed the boy sitting alone in a quiet corner of the deck and began to wonder about him. But I did not intrude on his solitude and soon decided to go below. When I reached my cabin I found that the elder of the 2 boys who had been at the table was already inside and lying in the upper berth. As I had observer during dinner he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his ease dressed in only a pair of boxer shorts, and reading what appeared to be a comic book.
Deciding that the best way to discover whether he would be amenable to some fun and frolic would be to let him “see” me as I was changing into my night attire which was a similar pair of boxers, I started to remove my clothes and standing fully naked in front of the mirror proceeded to put on my shorts, managing to take a lot longer than usual to do so to ensure he could have a good look at what I possessed. I could see from his reflection that he was interested in what he saw and was gazing with rapt attention at my body. His attention was riveted on my penis and balls and he did not notice me watching him in the mirror. I could also see a movement in his shorts as his prick started to rise.
Turning away from the mirror I went and leaning against the bunk and put my hand directly on his semi hard cock. I got a reaction from him......but it was not what I had expected. Without a sound of protest or refusal he simply let his comic book drop over his face and lay perfectly still, though his cock rose to full erection and was throbbing under my hand. I squeezed it slightly and felt him grow even harder. I lifted my other hand to his chest and started to gently play with his nipples. The areolas were large and of the wonderful colour only found on Asian people. Soon his nipples were also hard and standing clear. Lowering my mouth to his chest I started to suck them alternately. I explored his thighs and lower belly and was soon kissing and licking his navel and the line of fine pubic hair that started on his stomach and disappeared into his boxers. Through all this, other than the throbbing of his cock and its extreme hardness, he made no sound or comment or movement. His hands were still holding the comic book over his face. Slipping both my arms beneath his body I lifted him and brought him down to lie on my berth, and stretched myself alongside him. But when I tried to remove the comic covering his face he made a negative sound and firmly held it in place. Having had prior experience with many Asian boys I immediately understood he wanted the cabin light turned off and was not willing to look directly at my face or body in the light.
Only after I switched off the lights and the cabin was plunged into darkness did he allow me to take away the book. In the total dark his restraint and inhibitions were cast aside. He responded to my kisses and was soon exploring my body with his hands just as I was exploring his, allowing me to probe his mouth with my tongue and then putting his tongue deep into my mouth. Very soon both of us were completely naked and with hard prick pressed on hard prick we continued sucking and French kissing. He allowed me to move down till his cock was in my mouth and then slowly pivoted his body around so he could do the same to me. But when in my eagerness to proceed further I started to explore the crack of his ass and my finger was searching for his entry hole. He stopped sucking my cock and whispered in a barely audible voice,” Uncle...Please Uncle...No anal” Respecting his wishes I stopped myself and continued to enjoy the other pleasures offered by his lithe slim body and cock. We very soon reached our culmination and ejaculated in each other’s mouths. He then turned himself around again and lay next to me with his head resting on my shoulders, his leg thrown over my thighs and his limp cock pressed to the side of my leg, my cock gripped in his hand. He was soon fast asleep. I also dropped off to sleep well pleased by the change in my luck.
Very early the next morning, before it became bright, he slid from my bed and climbed up to his upper berth. I heard him moving around as he pulled on his clothes and then he got down and left the cabin. I saw him next at the table when I went for my breakfast. He barely looked up as I sat down and a red blush spread across his face. Behaving in a very normal way I greeted the family without paying any untoward attention to the boys. I spoke to his parents and his brother and included him in some of the general remarks. I knew the situation. He was afraid and uncertain about how I would behave after our dalliance of the previous night and unwilling to look at or face me. I was eventually able to get him alone in a corner of the deck, though he had tried his best to avoid me, I told him that what we had done the previous night was nothing to be shy or ashamed about, but was of course best kept to ourselves and not intimated to anyone else. As he understood that I was not going to broadcast our connection by my behaviour or my treatment of him he relaxed enough to look at me while I was speaking and the rosy colouring receded from his face.
I also told him I had enjoyed the experience and hoped he had as well. I also let him know that unless he was interested in a repeat performance I would not demand it from him. He was eager enough to assent to having another session that night. After dinner the only difference to the previous day’s experience was that when I entered the cabin I found him already on my berth and wearing only his undies which clearly showed his state of arousal. I enjoyed myself tasting and teasing him and was able to prolong the session for a much longer time and we both achieved a number of ejaculations before we finally dozed off.
I spent much of the following day as I usually did, close to the bow of the ship, watching the unfolding sea and the dolphins jumping clear of the water before cris- crossing under the boat only to repeat their leaps of ecstasy. Towards the latter part of the afternoon when most of the passengers were resting Romal the steward approached me. The look on his face was enough to tell me that he had discovered the fact that I had scored with my fellow passenger. Not wanting to deny it or to avoid the issue I gave him the sum I had agreed to pay him for helping me. He had a smug smile on his face when he asked me if I now wanted a change of partner. He then told me that I could call upon the younger of the two brothers also if I was so inclined, as he had discovered the boy in a compromising state with one of the Jap business men during the morning and had told him he would keep it a secret if the boy would consent to sharing my cabin for a night or so. Apparently the boy was eager and very willing to sample what I had to offer and it was he who had alerted Romal to the fact that I had seduced his elder brother, which he had discovered by observing his brothers reaction to me over the 2 previous days and by questioning him about it. He also told Romal that he had been hoping that I would choose him to share my cabin and had been most disappointed when I had picked his brother.
Seeking out the elder boy I asked if he objected to the proposed change. Though knowing full well what would transpire, he quite readily agreed to allow his younger brother to occupy my cabin that night. While having dinner I studied the younger boy. I soon came to the conclusion that he was actually the better looking of the 2 and from the way he kept looking at me and grinning he also conveyed his interest in what was going to happen between us later that night. My suspicions were soon confirmed. He entered the cabin a few minutes after I did and without saying a word locked the door. Unlike his elder brother he showed no signs of the usual Asian shyness and without troubling to switch off the light he stripped off his clothes and dropping then on the floor came and stood in front of me. His young and sleek body was enticing. He had very just a small amount of pubic hair that enhanced the forward jutting penis and neat round balls that nestled close below. He climbed up on my lap and kneeling astride me started to shower kisses and licks on my face and lips.
Then he slowly proceeded to divest me of all my clothes, allowing me to do no more than raise my ass from the bunk so he could slip my pants and underwear from under me making as naked as he was. Again settling astride my lap his kisses soon had me getting aroused. He was much more relaxed than his elder brother and appeared to have absolutely no inhibitions. My cock soon rose to a stand and he settled himself astride me allowing it to slip between the soft small cheeks of his ass and as it found the entrance to his butt he pushed himself firmly downwards and surprisingly my cock slid in without any need of lubricant. It was evident he was much more experienced than his brother and had no reticence to getting fucked. He then pushed me flat on to my back and started to ride my cock with an abandon I had never encountered before in an Asian boy.
As he was rising and falling on the length of my cock I grasped his prick which was stiff as a board and wanked him. We reached climax almost simultaneously and he shot his sticky boy’s cum all over my chest and face as my load deposited itself deep in his hole. Needles to say we did not sleep much that night. He was young and eager to explore all I could show and teach him [which was not very much] But one position he had not experienced before was being fucked while he lay on his back with his legs resting on my shoulders and his cute ass spread wide before me and to have my cock pushed into him so deep that my pubic hair rubbed roughly against the skin around his hole. He unlike his elder brother was not shy to talk about his previous experiences and to admire the size and length of my cock and its hardness and the fact that I was able to get a rise almost as fast as he was after an ejaculation.
He told me his brother’s reason for avoiding anal sex was that he was in “love “ with another boy in their home town and was “preserving” himself for that boy. He kept me company for the next 3 days of our voyage and often would slip up to me during the day and with a wink ask me if I wanted to “take a rest”. Of course it was anything but a rest he had in mind. By the end of the fourth day I think we both felt we had done everything any 2 people could do together in bed and were both ready for a change of pace and partner.
After we discussed this he happily ran off to find Romal and see which of the Jap business men he could next seduce and to gain entry to that mans cabin. He also told me his ambition was to sleep with every available man he could before we reached Sydney.
I had been observing the lone boy I have mentioned earlier and though he seemed to be an extremely shy and diffident kind of boy his looks were attractive and there was something very appealing about his woebegone expression and I asked Romal to arrange for him to be my next cabin mate. I had absolutely no idea if I would find him to be an amiable companion or if I could inveigle him into my bed but whatever the outcome I decided that I wanted to find out more about him and why he was alone and why he continually looked so sad. That evening when I went down to the cabin to change for dinner I noticed that the boy’s duffle bag was lying on the upper bunk though there was no sign of the lad himself. He was present at the dining table for dinner but hardly responded to any of the questions that the others put to him...as they were speaking a Filipino dialect I could not understand what was being said but from the short responses the boy gave I gathered that he was not saying much. I myself refrained from saying anything other than a “Good Evening” When I returned to the cabin after my usual after dinner walk around the ship’s deck the boy was already there. He was lying on his bunk staring at the ceiling and appeared lost in though.
Even though he was not very willing to answer my questions I was able to drag some of his story from him with slow patient and simple questions. His name was Manuelle. He had lived in Manila from his birth, and was now on his way to Sidney to join a college after he had won a scholarship there. He was unhappy at having to leave everything he had ever known and to have to go to a strange and new place. His family circumstances prevented any of his people from accompanying him and he was very apprehensive of what he would find in Sydney. At that time I did not make any open reference to my reason for having him as my cabin mate for the rest of the voyage, nor did I indicate, that after seeing him at much closer range than I had in the past few days, was quite taken with his looks and that the desire to have him in my bed was getting stronger by the minute. After I had heard his story, during the telling of which he had got more relaxed and had started to respond more easily, I turned off all the lights and went to sleep.
It was well into the still watches of the night that I was woken by a sound. It was the sound of someone stifling his crying. I got up from my bunk and turning on the dim blue night light in the cabin, saw that it was Manuelle who was crying. I poured him a glass of water and giving it to him asked what the problem was. Eventually after much hesitation he told me he was feeling very homesick and missing his brothers and sisters and family. How I got him to do it I do not know, but I got him to come and sit next to me on my bunk and putting an arm around his shoulders told him not to worry too much.
At first he was stiff and resisted my comforting him but then slowly relaxed enough to put his head on my shoulder though his body was still shaken from time to time with his sobs. We sat like that for quite some time and his crying slowly came to a stop, though I could feel his whole body was tense and trembling. I got him to lie down next to me on my bunk and wrapped him in my arms. We dropped off to sleep lying like that with the blue night light still on. There was nothing sexual in our actions just one body taking comfort from the proximity of another. I woke the next morning to find his head nestled on my shoulder, his arm across my chest and one of his legs thrown across my thighs. I could feel the whole of his slim slender frame pressed up close to my body. My feelings were quite complex. I was still attracted to him and interested to seduce him but there was also something so vulnerable and fragile about him that it created a protective instinct in me that wanted to wrap him up and keep him from being hurt in any way.
When he woke up and found himself pressed up to me like that he jumped up from the bunk and started to stammer out apologies. I calmed him down and told him it was not a problem. We spent much of that day inside the cabin talking and getting to know about each other. At first it was not an easy task to get him to talk about himself and he was especially shy when it came to his emotions and experiences, but as the day drew on he started to be much more open about his life. That night when we returned to the cabin after dinner it did not take much to persuade him to come and lie down next to me. Strangely for me I never made any attempt to introduce any sexual component into our relationship and for the next 3 days and nights our relationship was platonic and consisted of spending much of the day together, chatting and learning many details about each other. The nights were spent in talking and then sleeping together in one bunk with him lying cradled in my arms. Eventually I did tell him about my sexuality and liking for boys but also made it quite clear that I would not make any demand for sex or expect him to do anything he was not interested in.
After I had told him this I quite expected him to avoid sharing my bed that night but was astonished when he himself came and lay down beside me after he had turned off the cabin lights including the blue night light that had been kept on for the previous few nights. As the darkness settled around us he hesitatingly told me that as that would be the last night that we would be together he was willing to let me use his body as I wished, as a repayment for my kindness towards him. Surprising myself despite my desire to explore his body I told him that I was not interested in such an arrangement. I was attracted to him and would have enjoyed having sex with him, but that it should be, that he wanted to do it, because he liked me and not to repay me for just a simple act of kindness. Lying next to me in the darkness he seemed to feel more secure and began to speak about his apprehension of reaching Sydney the next day and of what he was to do. His doubts about being able to find accommodation and of what would be facing him in the college. When we eventually dropped off to sleep he was still comfortably wrapped in my arms and as on the previous 3 nights slept through the night without any signs of the first night’s homesickness or angst.
It was after we woke the next morning and having finished breakfast returned to the cabin to pack our belongings in anticipation of the landing at Sydney that I began to broach the idea that had been germinating in my mind from the previous night. I had learnt that the college Manuelle was to attend was very close to my place of business and in the area I had been allotted a company flat. Though I was alone the flat allotted to me was a 2 bedroom one. So I proposed that instead of him occupying a room in the college or trying to find digs or staying as a paying guest in some rooming house he could come and share my flat till he was settled in the college and had found his way around Sydney. Of course I made it quite clear to him that I would not expect to receive any sexual favours from him in return for this. Our arrangement would allow him to feel secure as he would have me around in the evenings and since he was now somewhat familiar with me he would not feel so alone or become too homesick. I expected him to hesitate or show some signs of his earlier aloofness, but as I made the proposal, I saw his face and mood lighten and for the first time since I had laid eyes on him 10 days previously I saw a big smile spread across his face. Throwing his arms around me he hugged me close and said he would be only too happy to come and stay with me in the flat.
It was past 6 pm when the ship berthed and when the landing formalities were over we were almost the first ones to disembark, catching a cab we went directly to the flat. Getting the keys from the building super we let ourselves in. It was a pleasant east facing flat and from the balcony in the front we had a nice view of the beach dappled with the shadows of the buildings thrown there by the setting sun. On the right side there was a large bedroom also facing east, with French windows that opened to a separate balcony and a slightly smaller bedroom on the left side of the sitting room. I offered to let Manuelle use the larger room as his need of space to keep his books etc was more than mine. But he said he would prefer to have the smaller room and was soon busy unpacking his merger belongings in it. I unpacked my stuff in the master bedroom and flopped down on the broad bed and without meaning to, was soon sound asleep. It was well after midnight when I awoke to find that I was not alone. Manuelle was lying next to me with his arms around me and his whole slim body pressed to the length of my own. It was quite a familiar sensation since we had spent the last 4 nights sleeping in somewhat the same manner, thought the bed in the flat was large and broad with plenty of room unlike the berth on the ship.
Next morning it was quite early when the pearly light of the rising sun coming through the open window roused me from my slumber. Manuelle was still lying next to me though now it was my arms wrapped around his body and his pert bottom pressed back into my crotch. Over the next few days and weeks this became the position we almost always woke up in. I would come home from the office to find Manuelle deep in his studies. We would either cook ourselves a meal or go out for dinner and come back to the flat. I would read for a time and he would study or we would sit together and chat about our day. I would usually go to bed before he would and when he had finished his study he would slip into my bed and press against me. It was a pleasant sensation but still without any form of sexual excitement. For me to be in bed with a nubile youth and yet not to want a sexual release was something I had not yet experienced in my life
This platonic sort relationship was something very unusual for me. I was more accustomed to having sex than doing without it. But for some reason I did not want to be the one to initiate any form of sexuality into our relationship. Normally I would have been very aroused by the presence of such a attractive boy, for Manuelle was very much of the kind of boy I always liked. Since his face had lost the worried and pinched expression he had carried when I first saw him he had over the intervening time blossomed into a very sweet looking and attractive boy. His slim lithe body was without a trace of hair [or at least what parts I had seen of it were] and his face had taken on a radiant look with a beaming smile forever hovering around his full lips. And though both he and I were often semi erect in the morning when we woke I had no idea of what he had hidden beneath his shorts.
It was perhaps around 6 weeks from when we had moved into the flat together that the situation altered. It was a Friday evening and the next 2 days were holidays. I was quite late in returning to the flat having stayed in the office to clear all pending work so that Saturday and Sunday could be spent just lazing around on the beach or wandering around Sydney seeing the sights. As was my want when returning from work I went straight to my bedroom and stripped off my clothes and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Standing under the streaming flow of water I was quite unaware of the bathroom door opening and the entry of another person into the room, until I felt someone press up against my back and 2 arms came around and gripped me in a tight embrace. It was of course Manuelle and he was still fully dressed. Holding his body hard against mine he began to speak. He told me that he had expected me to make the first move towards introducing sex into our relationship.
In fact he had been expecting me to do this for over a month and had even tried to entice me by wearing skimpy shorts around the flat and when sleeping next to me he had tried to show me he was ready by often pressing his ass against me. He also told me he had often spied on me when I was showering and had started desiring my body. He then proceeded to ask me if I still desired him in a sexual way or if I had lost interest in him or if I had found another lover.
Unclasping his hands from around my chest turned to face him and then kissed him fully on the lips. His body melted into mine and I could feel him trembling much as he had been when we had first touched on board the ship on the night he had been sobbing in his bunk. But this time I knew that the trembling was not fear or apprehension but from desire. How much time elapsed as we stood deeply kissing I really don’t know but it seemed to be aeons.
Eventually we pulled apart and then I slowly removed his wet clothes revealing for the first time, to my hungry gaze, his beautiful body. He stood patiently under the needle spray of the shower as I traced the lines of his face and chest. My fingers followed the contours of his flat belly to the junction of his legs where a light dusting of hair drew my attention to his cock which was at half mast, then down his slim legs to the perfectly proportioned feet. Turning his pliant and willing body around I then examined his back and the shape of his arse which fitted my hands to perfection. All that I saw only server to enhance my sense of completion.... this is what I had been seeking all of my life.
Despite the number of boys I had seduced over the years and the number that had seduced me what I was experiencing with this boy was something totally alien and wonderful. Of course the fact that we were both naked created its own separate fission in our bodies and the mutual desire now took the upper hand. Turning off the shower we hurriedly dried off and lost no time in repairing to the comfort of the large bed where we spent the rest of the night exploring each other. Though he was shy and diffident at first as desire drove him onward he soon became open in the search of the ultimate pleasure derived from another’s accepting and willing body.
The feelings I experienced when I penetrated his backside for the first time were unprecedented for me as were the feelings he had when I first took his beautiful cock in my mouth that day. We have been together for over a decade now and yet every time we make love it is just like the first time.
He finished his college and got a job here and though his parents have often said they want him to return he refuses. I completed my stint in the company and was able to wangle the ownership of the same flat as a part of my settlement. I think the greatest gift we have given each other is the feeling of contentment and fulfilment that permeates our lives. I can look at the most beautiful boy I see today without feeling even the slightest bit of sexual desire. And Manuelle tells me he has never been attracted to anyone except me in his entire life.
Finis.
The events recounted in this story occured in the late 1980's. It may interest readers to know that Manuelle and I are still together as I write this story. {10/2015} Feel free to message me if you liked my account of how I found True Love. |
Title: 12 crazy kids
Tags: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Group Sex, Teen Male/Teen Females
Content:
Last Friday was a crazy day and also one of the greatest days of my life. I’m Kerry and I’m 14 years old. I have a cool boyfriend Justin, and we love to fuck. It was super-hot that day and we were riding the school bus to my best friend Ashley’s house. She was with her boyfriend Scott.
The four of us were incredibly horny and made out on the bus the whole way. Ashley and I were dressed like little sluts with tiny tank tops and cut-off jean shorts that hardly even covered our asses. I sat on Justin’s lap and Ashley was on Scott’s as we made out like crazy. We were all so hot that we even switched places and I made out with Scott and Ashley did the same with Justin.
But when we got to Ashley’s we were really disappointed. All we wanted was to get out of our clothes and fuck, but Ashley’s little brother was home with a couple of his friends. They were running around the house so we knew there was no hope. But we were all so horny we had to do something.
I knew my parents wouldn’t be home from work for at least a couple of hours so we headed over there. It was so hot out and we were a bunch of sex-crazed 14-year-olds, we had to get started soon. And we barely even got in the door before we started going at each other. We all started making out and undressing, right there in the front hallway of what I thought was my empty house.
Justin had worked my shorts down and was starting to take off my top, as I had my hands inside his oversized sleeveless T-shirt rubbing his chest. Ashley had gone a little farther, she had Scott’s cock in her hand and his shorts on the floor.
Just then my mom walked in from the side door. “What’s going on here?” she asked.
We all stopped and stared at her. She and my dad both knew I liked to fuck and made sure I was on birth control. But she had never caught us before. The other kids all weren’t sure what to do, but no one made a move to put their clothes back on.
After a few seconds, I got the courage to say what we were all thinking.
“Mom, we just really want a place to fuck. We’re all really hot and really horny and Ashley’s little brother was home with his friends, so we came here.”
My mom said she wasn’t sure, but then she probably remembered to when she was a teenager.
“Okay, fine, but all you guys don’t forget to do your homework later,” she said.
I went over to her and give her a kiss on the cheek and said thank you. Ashley and Scott couldn’t wait that long. They finished stripping and she dropped to her knees and started sucking her boyfriend’s cock, right in front of everyone. I decided I didn’t have to be shy either, so Justin and I both got naked and I got on my knees to start my blowjob too.
My mom watched us for a few seconds, her daughter and her daughter’s best friend, naked on their knees, both sucking their naked boyfriend’s cocks. After she left, we continued. I loved sucking Justin’s cock, it felt so great in my mouth and completely turned me on. But we needed more.
The four of us ran upstairs to my room to start some serious fucking. My bed had a bunch of stuffed animals on it but Ashley threw them on the floor as she and Scott got started. Ashley and I laid on our backs side by side while the boys fucked us from above. We all switched positions after a while, and knew my mom could hear all the screaming going on, but we didn’t care. At one point, I got on all fours while Scott pounded me doggy-style. Ashley laid in front of me so I could lick her pussy. But this left Justin with nothing to do.
We needed more kids, so I called our friend Beth, who I knew would be with her boyfriend Timmy, and told them to come over right away. “Don’t bother wearing too many clothes,” I told her. “Why not?” Beth asked. “Cause you won’t be wearing them for long.”
Well, they knew what that meant cause they got to my house in 10 minutes. My mom opened the door for them. “The kids are all upstairs in Kerry’s room,” she said. Beth had on a bikini top and tiny shorts and Timmy had just a tank top and basketball shorts, so my mom figured they’d be naked and joining the party too.
As soon as Beth and Timmy came into my room, we got started again. With six of us we could try all kinds of positions and combinations. At one point, all six of us got on the floor in a daisy chain and sucked each other until we all came. After a couple of hours we were completely wiped out and fell asleep.
My dad built a basketball court in our big backyard for my older brother Mike, and it was the noise from there that woke me up. After all our fucking I didn’t think I’d be up for more, but what I saw in the backyard changed my mind and got me all wet again.
Mike’s 18 and he was shooting hoops with two friends who I’d seen before, Kenny and Miguel, who were also 18. Kenny’s an incredibly hot black guy and Miguel just moved to our town from Mexico. He had a bunch of tattoos that were really cool. All three of them were incredibly hot (yes, my brother too), and you could tell they worked out a lot with their muscled arms and tight abs. They had nothing on but shorts on this hot day and they were all glistening with sweat.
I whispered to Ashley and Beth and motioned them over to the window. They started licking their lips too. I knew Ashley’s always had a secret crush on my brother and we all knew this was our chance. We were dying to get those shorts off the boys and see how big they all were.
We snuck out of the bedroom and put on our skimpiest bikinis to go lay in the sun. As I passed my bathroom, I got an idea and grabbed a big bottle of baby oil. “Hey Mike,” Ashley said, flirting with my big brother, as the game stopped so the three guys could check out the hot girls who were now in the backyard.
“Hey yourself,” he said. “You look hot, Ashley. And so do you Kerry.”
I knew we looked good and I also knew there was no way I could wait any longer to see what was under those shorts. I walked over to Kenny, Ashley to Mike and Beth to Miguel and we started brushing up against the guys. I put my hands around Kenny’s neck and we started making out. I looked over and Ashley was doing the same with Mike.
Things moved fast from there. The guys untied our bikini tops and our tits bounced free. Then they pulled down our bottoms so we were naked.
I made the first move with Kenny, pulling down his shorts and dropping to my knees. His cock had to be about 10 inches and I just couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth. As I started sucking, I noticed we were all suddenly naked. Ashley and Beth were also on their knees. Mike’s cock was just as long as Kenny’s and Ashley was enjoying every inch of it sliding in and out of her wet mouth. Miguel’s cock was even longer but Beth was having no problem with it filling her hungry mouth.
I looked out of the corner of my eye and could see my mom in the kitchen making dinner. She was watching the six of us. She didn’t say anything or come outside, which was a good thing since a massive orgy was about to start. We had big fences surrounding our yard so we knew no one could see anything and we really didn’t care about how much noise we would make.
The guys were about ready to come after a few minutes and we couldn’t wait. I wanted to feel Kenny’s warm, gooey cum all over my face. He pulled out and started to squirt like a hose until his cum dripped down my face. Ashley and Beth’s faces were completely covered too.
Now the girls wanted to get fucked and get fucked hard. I went over to get that bottle of baby oil and started rubbing oil all over the guys’ chests. The other girls helped too, wiping down their arms and legs until they were covered with oil and sweat. Then we oiled each other up. The six of us were glistening in the sun as the oil dripped off of us.
I got into position first. I got on my hands and knees cause I needed to have one of those monster cocks slide deep inside me. Miguel obliged, grabbing my oily hips and sticking his 11-inch tool in my pussy. Beth went over to Mike and got him to lay on his back so she could ride him like a cowgirl. And Kenny picked up Ashley and turned her upside down so he could fuck her from above.
The six of us got into a fucking rhythm pretty quick and I can only imagine what the neighbors thought. Meanwhile, Justin, Scott and Timmy came out into the yard, I’m sure attracted by all the noise. They had nothing on but board shorts and they were really cute but they didn’t have the huge cocks that we were enjoying.
But their cocks were big enough for my little sister Jen and her friends Kim and Zoe. They were all 12 years old and were just getting home from soccer practice after school when they saw the action in the back yard. Jen looked like she couldn’t believe it, her oiled-up sister Kerry getting fucked doggy-style but a tattoo-covered high school senior, her brother Mike fucking her sister’s friend Ashley, and all six naked covered in oil fucking their brains out.
And standing off to the side, three super-cute 14-year-old boys with no shirts on and obvious hard-ons inside their shorts. Well, you can guess what happened. The 12-year-olds and 14-year-olds soon paired off and got naked. Now it was a 12-person orgy in the back yard and my mom’s eyes just about fell out of her head.
There was her 12-year-old Jen, naked and sucking her middle daughter’s boyfriend’s cock as her middle daughter was now getting fucked up the ass by a big black guy. And her son was on his back with one girl riding his cock and another sitting on his face.
We passed the baby oil around and soon all 12 of us were covered in oil, sweat and cum, fucking the afternoon away in the backyard. We had threesomes, foursomes, 69s all over the place. It was incredible. |
Title: 12" dick
Tags: Poem
Content:
MY NAME IS CANDY I TURN TRICKS IF YOU DROP YOUR PANT'S I WILL SUCK YOUR DICK I LOVE A MAN WHO TAKES CONTROL WHO WILL BEND ME OVER AND FUCK MY HOLE HE WILL FUCK ME HARD LONG AND DEEP HE WILL CUM IN ME THEN WE WILL FALL ASLEEP HE WILL WAKE FROM ME STROKING HIS COCK AND IT WANT BE LONG BEFORE IT'S HARD AS A ROCK HE WILL BEND ME OVER LIKE A STICK WHILE FUCKING ME HARD HIS LITTLE BITCH SO IF YOUR DICK IS HARD AND NEEDING TO BE SUCKED JUST CALL ON ME AND YOU CAN FILL ME UP I LOVE THE TASTE OF CUM IN MY MOUTH I WILL SWOLLOW IT DOWN NO SPITTING OUT I LOVE TO LINE MEN UP ON THE WALL WHILE SUCKING THEIR DICKS AND PLAYING WITH THEIR BALLS SKINNY,FAT ,BIG OR SMALL ONE BY ONE I WILL SUCK THEM ALL THEY WILL ALL LEAVE WITH A SMILE ON THEIR FACE BECAUSE THEY HAVE JUST BEEN TO THEIR HAPPY PLACE |
Title: 12 Grimmauld Place Harry Potter_(1)
Tags: Fiction, Fan fiction, Incest, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Teen
Content:
Ok so this is set in 12 Grimmauld Place in order of the phoenix. I'm going to take the basic setting around and then twist events to suit the story.
Ron stood in the middle of Harry's with his mouth open a scarlet prefects badge in his hand. "prefect" harry said incredulously" George and Fred started cracking up with laughter as Ron passed the badge to Harry as if for confirmation that it was real.
at this point Hermione burst in "Did you get it, did you get it" she spotted the badge in Harry's hand and let out a shriek of delight "i knew it! me too well done Harry"
"no" harry replied quickly "it Ron not me, Ron is prefect" as he said it it was like a punch in the chest, how was it Ron surely he was a better choice, he hated himself for thinking these things, but they were true...weren't they
"it.. what?"
"Thats right little Ronnie is prefect" Fred said mockingly
"i wow.. well done Ron thats really..."
"unexpected" George supplied joining in his brother's mocking
"no it.. Ron has done loads....he is really ..."
mr Weasley came into the room "ok give me your book lists i'm going into Diagon Alley this afternoon as your going back to school in a few days and i need to get Ron some pajamas his are at least 6 inches too short what colour dear?"
"why not scarlet to mach his shiny new prefect badge" Fred suggested
"his what dear...OH RON PREFECT" it took her a few seconds to fully understand what had been said but practically milliseconds to reach Ron and smother him while Fred and George made reaching noises in the back ground, which stopped when mr Weasley said yes to Ron getting a new broom. as mr Weasley left the twins cracked up again before dissaperating the three remaining could still hear then laughing in their room. Ron still a bit dazed Dashed from the room to catch his mom before she left to tell her which broom to get him. leaving Harry and Hermione alone Harry found that for some reason he didnt want to look at Hermione. "Harry" she asked tennetivly
"well done Hermione" he replied so heartily it didnt sound like him at all
"err thanks could i borrow Hedgwig so i can tell mum and dad about this they will be so happy prefect is something they can understand."
"yeah sure" he replied in the horrible hearty voice. he bent over and rummaged about in his trunk and waited until he heard the door close and stood up and looked around Hermione had left with Hedwig. he had completely forgotten about prefects being chosen in year 5. but if he had remembered what then would he have been expecting it to come to him did this make him as arrogant as Malfoy did he think he was superior to Ron he spent the day brooding the part for Ron and Hermione made it worse he tried not to show it but he couldn't understand why it hadn't been him. later that night he sat brooding in his room when there was a small knock at the door "Harry" Hermione whispered
"what?" he replied before realising that he should have just pretended to be asleep he didnt really wan to talk Hermione right now. too late though as she pushed the door open and slipped inside in her silk night gown.
"Harry why are you still dressed you. you should be getting some sleep"
"so should you"
"well yes but i had a feeling you wouldnt be, whats up"
"nothing" that horrible hearty voice again. Hermione just looked at him skeptically head on one side her hair falling over her mouth. "all right fine, but you wont like it, hell i dont like it i just dont understand why i wasnt made prefect"
"oh Harry, i understand but think about it you get everything Ron is always in your shadow and he puts up with it"
"I know and thats why i feel such ad tit for feeling like this, i guess im just used to getting everything and take it for granted, i just..."
"shhhh" Hermione put her fingers to his lips to quieten him and then leant in and kissed him
"What about that jealous petty speech turned you on?" Harry asked as he broke away
"i dont know, just seeing you so vulnerable i wanted to show you that you still get stuff" with that she pushed him back down softly kissing his lips. she pulled his top off and let her silk nightgown softly brush against him. Harry put his hands on her tighs and rand them up pulling the night gown with them running over her ass and over her smooth hips and up her curved back until he pulled it off completely Hermione sat back and unzipped his trousers and pulled them down along with his boxers. his dick was half stiff and hung slightly to the side as she wrapped her soft hands with her long delicate fingers around his dick and started pumping it gently causing it to jump slightly and stiffen. Harry looked up at Hermione impossibly beautiful straddling his legs naked he stared at her large full breasts, they we soft and round not at all saggy. her skin shown in the moonlight shining through the window, her soft supple curves glistening. he sat up pushing her backwards until she lay on the bed her legs spread open. he looked at her soft shaven pussy. he bent his head down to smell it. his hands running around her thighs before he slide them to her clit. he rubbed them around in circles slightly Hermione was moaning quietly but was getting louder. he sat up and pointed his wand at the door whispering a quick charm before bending back down no one could hear them now. his tongue flashed out flicking her clit while his finger ran up and down her slit before he finally slid two into her moving them in and out gently while flicking her clit with his tongue. he disengaged himself from her pussy, leaving one hand there with one finger inside her and his thumb rubbing her clit but he moved up to her head kissing her and fondling her boobs. they were soft and smooth. Hermione lay beneath him in a state of bliss moaning and groaning. one of her hands slid up the inside Harry's leg cupping his balls and running along the bottom of his pinis before grabbing the head she started to pump it Harry was very exited by this point, Hermione was the first girl he had eve gone this far with he kissed her deeply his tongue exploring her mouth running over her teeth. his hand ran over her body caressing her boobs and hips. Hermione felt something in deep inside her as if a cauldron had been boiling and had started to boil over a hot sticky fire flowing out of it spreading through her body. her muscles tensed and she bucked slightly under Harry her hand stopped being able to jerk Harry off smoothy her hand moving is fast jerky movements Harry realizing what was happening intensified his assault on her pussy speeding up with three fingers inside her soaking cunt. the realization he was giving one of his best friends one of the hottest girls he had ever met a huge orgasm sent Harry over the edge too and his cock started pulsing shooting it hot sticky load over Hermione's flat stomach and her ample breast. before he aimed a final few shots at her face. He took his hand out of her pussy which was still quivering from her orgasm. he took his hand to his mouth and tasted Hermione's sweet juices the scent of her made his cock jerk sending out another small spurt of cum which landed on Hermione's pussy.
tasting her juices made him almost instantly horny again his cock started to grow and harden again while Hermione watched incredulously "you ready for another one Harry?"
"ohh god yes." he groaned
"well then.. what are you waiting for?" she lay back and opened her leg wider Harry positioned himself between them placing his cock at her entrance and then thrust in with a grunt. Hermione yelp in pain.
Harry stopped "What is it?"
"I'm sorry i just didnt realize it would hurt so much, its ok its fading now keep going it feel good too"
so Harry continued gently sliding in and out slowly at first Hermione winced slightly with each thrust but eventually she got used to his size and lenght and started moaning in pleasure as he thrust deep inside her. Harry sped up his pace slightly with each thrust until his rhythm suited both his need and Hermione’s sensitivity he was thrusting in and out grinding into her while his hand ran over her perfectly crafted body. Hermione started to thrust back onto him and clench her pussy in time with his rhythm, finaly his lover began to rock and squirm beneath him.
“Ohhh. Ohhhhhh God. Harder Harry. Ohh. Harder please.” Hermione begged as she neared her climax.
Harry sped up only a little, but his thrusts became more forceful and he buried himself into her with a burning need to satisfy her wildest dreams.
Hermione’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Tingling bolts of pleasure erupted along every nerve in her body. Her legs clamped together on Harry’s waist and her arms clung to him with strength he never guessed she had. For twenty seconds she rode her climax as her last moan turned into a high pitched note of ecstasy.
Seeing his beautiful partner hit her orgasm as well as the clamping and fluttering of her vagina around his dick made Harry pump once…twice…. as she was a the top of her peak Harry finally thrum with feeling as his cum erupted from his shaft into Hermione’s wet crevice.
it was still pumping in load after load when the door opened and Ron and Ginny walked in Harry looked up shocked still pumping cum into one of his best friends while his other best friend stood shocked by what was happening, Ginny burst into tears and ran out closely followed by Ron who seemed to barely be concealing his rage.
Harry and Hermione dressed quickly "you go after Ron I'll deal with Ginny" Hermione said.
Harry ran out of the room and up to Ron's he opened the door quietly "Ron?"
"GO AWAY!, you had to have everything didn't you you could have the prefect so you took Hermione instead you could face not being first for once, you knew i liked her but did that stop you noooo, Im Harry Potter and i deserve to have everything while Ron just tags along behind"
"Ron it wasnt like that i swear, she came on to me im soo sorry"
"Yeah right, its not just me you should apologize to there's Ginny as well"
"why does she fancy Hermione too?"
"no you douch bag she likes you, she never shut up about you when your not here"
"Oh" Harry sat down unsure of himself Hermione was far more beautiful than Ginny but Ginny had something some quality that just made her... special he hadnt noticed until now that he had know this all along but hadnt been admitting it to himself. he was sitting at the end of Ron's bed still unsure of himself when Hermione and Ginny came into the room.
"Ron" Hermione said sa she dashed over to him "im sorry i didnt realize you felt the that way I..I'm sorry i dont know what else to say."
Harry called Ginny over "why didnt you say something?"
"why would you pick me your Harry Potter you could have anyone you wanted, theres no way you would pick me"
"I'd pick you every time"
"but you and Hermione"
Harry looked over his shoulder at Ron and Hermione gazing into each others eyes then turned back to Ginny "i dont think we will have a problem." Harry and Ginny closed in and shared a deep passionate kiss when they broke apart Harry held onto Ginny bottom lip with his for a second longer. they turned to see Ron and Hermione entwined on the bed in each others arms.
"Hermione, shall we end what ever it was we had i think we both have realized who we truly wanted" Harry said
"Im not done with you yet Potter" Hermione grinned Ron looked a her horrified until she looked back at him "Dont worry Ron im not choosing him over you, im choosing both of you at the same time."
"Ginny are you ok with this" Harry asked, it wasnt every day mini orgy presented itself
"it was my idea Harry" she said with a grin
Harry's dick jumped at that thought. Hermione started to strip standing over Ron who was looking up at her shocked by the sudden turn of events. Harry was similarly transfixed by the sight of Ginny stripping. she unbuttoned her pajama top sliding it off over her shoulders thrusting her chest forward giving Harry a magnificent view of her pert breasts. he shivered with excitements as more of her milky white flesh became exposed. then she turned round pulling down her pajama bottoms exposing her ass to Harry who reached out to caress her impossibly flawless ass. he stripped down in seconds and started to grind his dick into Ginny's ass crack "eager" she giggled as Harry's hands ran over her curvy hips. mean while Ron was writhing naked on the bed with Hermione making out while letting there hot naked flesh rub together. Harry and Ginny fell onto the bed next to them. then Ginny and Hermione both knelt up and told the boys to stand up against the wall Harry looked at Ron they seem to have spent time planning this. but they both stood while the girls shuffled up to them Ginny grabbed Harry's hard shaft and kissed the tip making it jump which made her giggle. she then took the tip in her mouth her lips making a seal at the base of his bell end while her tongue worked in circles around his tip. it was a bit sloppy and she made a few slips, she obviously hadnt done this before but she also seemed to know what she was doing and it worked wonders. she slid down the length of his cock. her lips softly touching every part of his erect member her hands rubbed his balls and her tongue licked every part of his cock it could reach. she start to slide up and down when she pulled away she grazed her teeth over his cock making Harry shudder with joy. he was panting he was so worked up when Ginny broke away looking over at Hermione who was looking back then they swapped over Hermione went straight on to Harry's cock, Ginny paused for a second doubt crossing her face Ron looked down horrifed "Wait no she's me..ohhh" he stopped and groaned in pleasure as Ginny's soft young lips slipped over his cock. Harry turned back to Hermione who seemed to be much more practiced at oral, he was intrigued as to how but didnt want to ask just yet. both Harry and Ron were close to coming Ginny motioned to Hermione to swap back and the tounch of her sweet lips sent Harry over the edge he bent over slightly as his muscles spazmed his hands grabbed Ginny's shoulders holding her close to him as he shot burst after burst of warm sticky cum into Ginny's mouth it was dribbling out the sides she obviously wasnt comfortable with swallowing it but she looked up at Harry who smiled as he saw her face with cum dripping from her mouth, she couldn't disappoint him and swallowed licking her lips afterwards smiling that it hadnt been at all bad she proceeded to clean the cum off his dick this time swallowing it with relish. Harry looked over just in time to see Ron unload hard into Hermione's mouth her eyes widened in shock at the force of it. Ginny watched her brothers balls jerk as he sent wave after wave into Hermione's mouth. he groaned as he came "ooohhhhh you have no idea how long i have wanted to do this" this made Hermione chuckle causing her to choke a little and allowing a wave of cum to leak out of her mouth and over her chin before she regained control and continued swallowing. Ginny moved in and started to suck the cum of Hermione's chin she switched fro this to sucking and licking her brothers balls. this stimulation made him unload a few more waves of cum into Hermione's waiting mouth. Ginny kept swapping between Ron's balls and Hermione's lips. Hermione knelt to the side of Ron's cock wrapping her mouth around it while Ginny knelt the other side her lips mashed with Hermione's as the sucked around Ron's dick. Ron stayed hard despite having just cum and moaned as Ginny fondled his balls and Hermione fingered round his ass. Harry was getting hard again watching this and climbed over the bed and lifted up Ginny hips to get good access to her wonderful ass. he knelt behind her and placed his cock in her ass crack the tip nuzzled against the small puckered hole, he tried to enter but his cock wasnt lubed up enough. Hermione saw what was happening and left Ron and Ginny for a minute to tend to Harry's cock lubing it up with her spit, she fingered herself and brought up her finger dripping with her juices and rubbed the all over his cock, she finished with a quick peck on the tip and went back to Ron's cock, Harry turned and repositioned himself at the entrance to Ginny's ass, this time he slid in much more easily she was still very very tight but he pulled at her hips and finally slid all the way in he gyrated a bit in there widening the hole slightly before slipping back until he was almost out of the hole, just his bell end in before he slammed back in Genny made a little squawk. letting go of Ron;s cock with her mouth she sat panting Harry stopped fearing that he may have hurt her. "dont you stop that Potter i have never felt anything like that before, i love it keep fucking my ass" Ginny moaned Harry needed no further encouragement and slid back before ramming himself in up to the hilt. Ginny gasped in pleasure grinding back against him Ron moaned quitely that he was about to cum and Hermione swiveled him round to face Ginny as he started to cum, his cum hitting her int he face repeatedly until she lent forward and took his cock in her mouth swallowing the last of her brothers cum. Harry kept pounding her as she and Hermione started kissing swapping Ron' cum between them, the sight was unbelievably sexy making Harry grind in deep one last time and kept thrust in there hard and his cock exploded the cum ripping out of in in waves that sent a shudder through him Ginny gasped with the force of the cum shooting inside her ass. Harry collapsed on top of Ginny while Hermione turned back to Ron and pulled him down on top of her, he got the message and inserted his unbelievably still hard dick into Hermione waiting pussy. Ginny turned to Harry cum still dripping from her ass. she took hold of his cock and started to rub it between her breast titty fucking him until he was hard then climbing on top of him and sliding his dick into her pussy riding up and down on his hard shaft they could hear Ron and Hermione grunting in the back ground harry hands went to Ginny's hips to steady her on his cock, she was going a bit funny gasping and moaning with pleasure as she rode up and down on his cock her breast bouncing up and down in front of harry until she screamed tensing up and doubling over Harry roled her over and continued to plough into her as she was rocked by a massive orgasm she shuddered and writhed under Harry gasping for breath ere eyes glazed over it didnt seem to abate and as Harry kept fucking her she seemed to peek again and again until Harry blew his load in her quivering cunt he pulled out and lay next to her holding her as she slowly calmed down, Ginnys orgasm's had been so intense they hadnt noticed Hermione and Ron were laying together cum dripping out of Hermione's wet crack, they lay together in the way all satisfied couples do after simultaneous orgasms. |
Title: 12 LOVE DOVE LOVE SHOVE
Tags: True Story, Cruelty, Gay, Humiliation, Rape, Teen Female/Boy, Young
Introduction:
Just sit back and enjoy the ride!
Content:
25 NIPPLE RIPPLE
"Mom, this is ridiculous. I lost Maria. Now you take Sean away from me. I'm like I lost you too."
"I can't let Sean do anything to you."
"I assure you, Sean has absolutely no sexual attraction to me."
"But you do for him."
"Mom, I was asleep. You told me yourself that it's normal to get several erections while sleeping."
"I'm sorry Jeff. I have to play it safe."
Gazing into her eyes, "I don't think this is about Sean at all."
Taken aback, "What do you mean?"
"Remember the three of us were in the pool and Sean left for a business call."
Rachel doesn't respond.
Firmly, "You do remember. It's written all over your face. Your nipples got hard. You got turned on by me."
Rachel bursts into tears, "Oh Jeff, my honey. I hate myself. You did something that reminded me of your father. I still have feelings for him. I'm horrified that it happened."
Jeff hugs her with deep compassion, as the tears continue. "Mom, it's no big deal. It's not like you made a meal of me or something."
Rachel manages to say, "It's a big deal to me."
"That's obvious," Jeff says coyly.
Following spontaneous laughter, "Oh Jeff, I shouldn't laugh now."
Tongue in cheek, "No. And it's not safe for me to stay here tonight. I'm going to Sean's house before you seduce me."
Laughing again, "Jeff, you're right. I mean, we should go back to Sean's house. I need to apologize to him--and to you. I'm sorry, Jeff. I'm sorry for everything."
"Thanks, Mom. Does Sean know you still have feelings for this man I will not name."
"Oh, Jeff, you always know how to lay it on. But please back off now. I'm drained."
"Yeah, not a tear left to cry."
26 PERV CURVE
"Thanks Jeff, for talking sense into your mom. How did you do it?"
With a big grin, "You know me!"
"Yes, I do! Say no more. Now that your mom is coming back, my dream last night bothers me."
"What’d you dream about?"
"Roxanne."
"You’re bad."
"I can’t help what I dream about."
"You can’t marry my mom if you’re dreaming about Roxanne, dah."
"You didn’t officially break up with Maria when you started chasing after every girl in town."
"Not every girl."
"Well, I didn’t chase any. I just had a dream."
"Was it sexual?"
"Don’t beat around the bush or anything! It was, but…"
Jeff cuts him off, "No buts!"
"I may still have sexual feelings for Roxanne, but that doesn’t mean I want to marry her."
Looking perplexed, "OK."
"And the dream had a darkness about it. It’s like it said that if I went after Roxanne, trouble would brew."
"You got that right. I’d kick your butt!"
With a mischievous smile, "Oh, really."
Jeff grabs his shirt, "Really!"
Rachel walks in, "Now you two are fighting."
Sean hugs Jeff, "May I spend some time alone with your mom?"
Jeff smiles, "Sure. I’m out of here."
"No, you can stay. We’ll go up to my room."
… "Sean, it's about time you two got out of there! I think you did more than make up."
Sarcastically, "Yes Dad."
"Sean, I got something urgent to tell you."
"Good, bring it on."
"Rumors about Fred's father! Big time serious."
"It's good your mom didn't start a rumor about me. But tell me about these rumors."
After hearing Jeff's story, Sean says, "I can assure you the rumors are false. I talked to him yesterday--I went to his house this time--I was hurting so bad--anyway, if he had tried anything I would have known."
"I believe you. That helps me feel better, a little."
"Yeah, this is serious anyway. It's strange. I can't believe rumors didn't fly in the past. But this should not have happened now."
"For sure."
"Well, you need to let Fred know. I'll talk to his father."
... Fred tells Jeff who he thinks started the rumors--an old friend, Jamie, that his dad had an eye for. "We bumped into each other last week. He got mad at me because I wouldn't smoke weed with him anymore. I'll talk to him."
"You used to smoke that shit!?"
"Yeah, I was stupid. Remember?"
"Let me go with you, Fred."
"OK."
"Let's go now."
... It took quite an effort, but Jamie finally bursts out with, "Yeah, he made me suck his dick. The perv!"
Fred gets upset but Jeff calmly asks, "So you can tell me what his dick looks like."
"Yeah, uh, a short fat thingy."
"Circumcised?"
"Uh, yeah."
Fred laughs in disgust, "Yeah, right!"
Jamie hangs his head in silence, then shouts, "Just fuck off!"
Jeff softly says, "So that's the word?"
Jamie mutters something that couldn't be understood.
Jeff gently asks, "Speak up Jamie."
"I know he wanted me a year ago."
"That's all?"
"Once I tried to get something going. He just looked at me in horror."
Fred sighs deeply, "Thanks Jamie."
Tears start rolling down Jamie's face so Jeff lays a hand on his shoulder. Angrily Jamie screams under his breathe, "I hate myself!"
Jeff smiles, "You should."
Jamie stares Jeff down, "You don't have to agree with me!" Then he cries harder. After he feels better, the three of them work out a plan to kill the rumors without Jamie looking bad. Fred and Jeff leave, thanking their new friend.
27 MACK ATTACK
"So you like bragging about how great a fucker you are!"
"Alex! Don't scream at me!"
Calming just a little, "Logan, what's the story."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Talk to me, Logan."
Instead, Logan storms off, wanting to scream. After wondering aimlessly, he goes to Jeff's house. "Hi Jeff, you wanna play video games?"
"Sure."
They go upstairs to play the games laying on the bed. Jeff wins the first three times. Logan takes his shirt off and manages a smile. Troubled by the look on his face, Jeff asks, "What's wrong, Logan?"
Angrily, "You told Alex."
"Told Alex what?"
Without answering, Logan begins wrestling Jeff, quickly pinning him. When Jeff starts talking, Logan grabs his shirt to cover Jeff's mouth, managing to tie it tightly in place. Jeff looks in horror as Logan unzips his pants, whipping his penis in Jeff's face, while throbbing with excitement. Logan spins him around, sitting on his butt. Pulling Jeff's only clothing, his underwear, off his butt, "Now we're gonna make love." Jeff squirms feverishly as Logan tries to enter. Soon Logan goes limp. He starts crying, rolling onto the bed.
Having heard Logan cry, Sean arrives, looking in horror, speechless. Jeff pulls the shirt off his mouth and pulls up his underwear, as Logan packs it in and zips up. "I'm so sorry, Jeff! I'm so sorry!" Sean and Jeff remain silent. "I lied to you Jeff. I didn't do Alex. I always go limp. I'm sick."
Figuring out what happened, Sean sits beside Jeff, remaining silent. Jeff turns, hugging Sean as he cries softly.
Logan agonizes, "How could I do such a thing! I actually enjoyed it. I'm so sick. Good thing I went limp. But that's the problem. I mean, that's how this all started. Jeff, I don't deserve your friendship anymore."
Sean says, "Now you're showing your maturity again. So you know you have to tell your parents the whole story."
"They will kill me."
"I didn't. I don't think they will."
"They don't even know I'm gay."
"Pray that Rachel doesn't want to press charges."
"Yeah, I'm in deep water. I'm over my head."
Jeff pleads, "Sean, don't tell Mom."
"I won't. You will. You know you need to."
As Jeff ponders these words, Jamie asks Sean, "Can you go with me to tell my parents?"
Feeling crushed, "I don't really want to."
Jeff quietly says, "I will. Sean, please go too."
Sean takes a deep breathe, "OK, let's do it." |
Title: 12 x 12
Tags: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Sado-Masochism, Spanking
Introduction:
An interesting spanking session.
Content:
"There are twelve implements laying on the couch. You are to look them
over and decide in which order you wish to receive them. Place them in
order, one to twelve, starting at the left. You will be receiving a
minimum of twelve whacks with each item. You will be required to count
the whacks out loud. If you mess up the count or miss the count for any
implement, the count for that item will be restarted. At the end of the
turn for each implement, you will say "Thank you Sir." In between each
implement I will fuck you. After a hard implement, I will fuck you hard.
After a softer one, I will be more gentle and loving. You may orgasm
whenever the urge strikes you. My orgasm will occur during the fucking
after you have been spanked with the last implement. You are to make
sure the last implement on the right is a hard one. Do you understand
these instructions?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good. Then I am going to take a few minutes to go change into something
more comfortable. When I come back you will have the items arranged
properly."
Leanne looked at the implements on the couch with a strange mixture of
fear and fascination. The combination gave her a buzz, a thrilling rush
of excitement which exhilarated her. But the logic in her brain was
gone. She couldn't think. It was difficult to process the task in front
of her. She was in a zone where all that existed was feeling and
sensation. And this before the spanking even began. The idea of
arranging the implements seemed absurd. Why bother? Any order will do.
Just spank away! She laughed at her predicament. Then she saw the wooden
paddle. Her laughter ceased. There was no doubt it was the most brutal
implement before her. It was long, heavy, and thick. It looked like it
could break bones. Leanne winced as she thought of it being applied to
her ass. For a brief moment she thought of leaving. But she knew she
couldn't, for her desire far exceeded her fear. She placed the birch
paddle to the far right. It was number twelve.
The other implements were arranged very quickly. It seemed natural to
alternate hard and easy ones. Yet still Leanne was unsure. Many of the
implements were foreign to her. Many of them seemed silly even being on
the couch. How much pain could a spanking with a feather cause? What was
the point? She started to laugh again, not so much from the humor but
from her nervousness. Anxiety sometimes caused her to break out into
fits of laughter. It had gotten her into big trouble at a funeral one
time. And she wanted nothing like that now. She reached down to pinch
her thigh until the pain was big enough to chase away her nervous
laughter. The pain and the efforts at self control caused her to not
notice that her Dom was back in the room.
"So I see you want to feel the flogger first. A very good choice I
should say. But first let's get the target a little more ready, shall
we? After all, an ass that is heated up too rapidly may crash and burn
whereas slowly tempered flesh rises to a flaming peak of pleasurable
pain."
His hands massaged her buttocks. Gently and slowly at first, then with
increasing firmness. Leanne felt his strong hands kneading and rubbing
her pliable cheeks. The blood was flowing and spreading evenly
throughout them. It felt warm. It felt good. But more than that there
was a feeling of vulnerability which came over Leanne as she realized
that her long held secret desire to be spanked was about to be realized.
Her vulnerability was not in the physical sense, for she felt that her
ass no longer belonged to her but to her Dom. No, she felt vulnerable
because of the exposure of her soul. There was no place to run to, no
place to hide. The raw tightly strung emotions which had been so neatly
controlled and kept in check for so long would now come streaming out
through the experience of exquisitely produced pain. Leanne was afraid.
A few tears flowed down her cheeks as his tenderizing preparations
concluded.
"Now little girl, let us begin!"
The first few strokes were soothing, cooling. The thin rubber tassels of
the flogger landed rather softly against her skin. But as the flogging
continued the whacks became progressively harder, setting the precedence
for each item to come. By the time the twelfth stroke landed with a
heavy thud, Leanne was experiencing a taste of the pain she craved.
There was no doubt she wanted more. Her pussy was sopping wet.
Throwing the flogger to the side the Dom immediately mounted her. Leanne
gasped as she felt his cock slide effortlessly inside her steaming
pussy. She felt a fullness unlike any other she had ever experienced.
She wanted to scream with joy. Indeed, unconsciously the words flowed
out "Fuck me, goddammit fuck me, I need to be fucked so bad, fuck me!"
The orgasm flowed spontaneously. Leanne swooned as the powerful wave hit
her. All that she knew was the feeling in her pussy. Nothing else
existed.
The next three implements stirred the passion inside Leanne even more.
The fly swatter gave her a novel sharp stinging sensation which caused
her to whimper with delight. The silk tie had a surpisingly strong snap
to it. The leather riding crop whetted her appetite for more. She was
soon to get it.
As the black leather paddle connected with her ass in a series of hard
and rapid blows, Leanne screamed out and squirmed helplessly. Her Dom
had changed his technique. There was no buildup. There was no pause
between each whack. The brutal shots came in quick succession. The pain
was intense. Without realizing what she was doing Leanne put her hand
back to block her ass from the paddle. It was a mistake.
"How dare you put your hand back like that? HOW DARE YOU! You think that
will stop me? Well, you're wrong little girl, dead wrong." He grabbed
her wrists and quickly slapped on the handcuffs. Her hands were now
pinned in front of her. "Now, let us begin over again with the paddle.
Since you have been disobedient, since you have been a bad little girl,
the number of paddle whacks is increased to 24. Keep the count girl." As
before, he laid in hard and fast with the stiff leather covered paddle.
The pain was even more intense, shooting into Leanne's brain, bringing
her to the verge of unconsciousness. She screamed. She began to sob in a
wailing tone. It was difficult to keep up the count. By the time she
called out "24" her speech was virtually unintelligible. She was close
to collapse. The hard fucking that followed only served to bring her
closer to a state of sensory exhaustion. Yet the session was not even
half over.
Fortunately for Leanne she had chosen a light implement to be next in
line. It was a plastic wand topped with strands of soft horsehair. As
the hair fell softly against her skin, her Master lovingly brushed it
gently over her hot blazing red butt. Never had she felt anything so
incredibly soothing. The pain was replaced with a softness so embracing
it felt like her cheeks were laying on the fluffy cushion of a fleecey
white cloud. The transformation and abrupt contrast of feeling caused
the spankee to burst out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter and joy.
As she lost the count, the horsehair spanking continued on until Leanne
could laugh no longer.
Of the five subsequent implements two were of the light variety, the
foxtail and the peacock feathers. Leanne smiled and enjoyed the soft
sensual spankings with these items that felt lighter than air. The
lovemaking that occured after each one was equally wonderful as her Dom
whispered sweet phrases of praise into her ears as he moved slowly back
and forth inside her. The orgasms flowed through her giving her a warm
all over glow. The harder implements, the belt, the long shoehorn, and
the black rope, all served to intensify Leanne's appreciation for the
pleasures and pains of a disciplined spanking. There was no doubt that
she was now a devotee.
The last item was the heavy birch paddle. The first few whacks were
gentle enough but as the spanking built to a final crescendo the shock
was felt deep inside the buttocks of the hapless girl. The pain became a
dull numbness. Leanne became submerged in the depths of subspace, where
pain no longer existed, where all that could be experienced was the pure
consciousness of pleasure. As the spanking finished, her Dom mounted her
one last time. The fucking was as hard and as fast as his strong legs
could give. There was a baseness to the sex, a raw fulfillment of primal
desire. She wanted it that way. Indeed, she had requested it. She loved
being fucked like an animal. The heavy breathing, the grunting, the
sweating, the swearing, all served to push Leanne into the realm of a
continuous pulsating orgasm. This flowed even stronger as she felt her
Master's sperm squirting inside her. Only upon his collapse did it end.
The session was finished. |
Title: 12 year old girl and my 21 year old cock
Tags: True Story
Introduction:
Best experience ever!!
Content:
A few years ago I was staying by a lady who took me in as things with my dad and I weren’t working out. I stayed with her for about 5 years as I was still completing high school. Even though we didn’t get along all the time, she still provided me with things that I needed like a room over my head, food in my tummy, and during my matric year she gave me my first car. It wasn’t long before I decided to move out on my own. I moved in land and not even a few months later my car got stolen outside my department. This left me stranded in the shittiest little town you can possibly think of.
In the mean time I heard that the lady who took me in had adopted another kid. At the time she was 11 years old. Apparently her dad had shot himself and the mother was nowhere to be seen. I was quite shocked at this news, but didn’t think much of it. I mean, I was 21 at the time and an 11 year old girl was not really something that would draw my attention. Yeah right!!! The lady and this girl came to visit me one day and for some reason there was just this obvious attraction between myself and this girl who had turned 12 in the mean time. Not that there was anything we could do about it as we stayed miles apart. But it wasn’t long after their visit that I had called them to ask whether I could move back in with them as I was really struggling without transport. The lady had agreed and gave me my very outside room. I moved back a couple of days later and settled in nicely.
During the next few days, myself and this girl got to know each other as we spent a lot of time together and telling each other about our pasts. Somehow we just connected as we had a lot in common with our messed up families. I started liking this girl a lot and knew that I was very attracted to her, but kept on telling myself that she is way too young and that I could get into a lot of trouble if we got caught. But knowing myself I always seem to go with the flow. The risk involved and the thought of getting it on with her was so inviting.
The one night she and I were sitting in the lounge watching TV. The lady with whom we stayed read a lot of books in her room at night and so she usually left us in the lounge to watch TV. Anyway, I was lying on the one couch and this girl came and sat right in front of me on the floor. She had her own couch to sit on, so this was sort of a sign to me that she was perhaps testing the waters. We didn’t watch much TV as we were engaged in a lot of conversation. During all this talking my mind started wondering as I just wanted to touch her and see what would happen. After a couple of minutes I managed to gather enough courage to lift my hand and play with her hair. I was pleasantly surprised that she didn’t mind this and let me carry on. So now to phase 2 as her hair wasn’t really what I wanted to touch. A few minutes later my hand started wondering down her arm and back up to her hair. Once again, she didn’t even flinch. I then finally decided that my hand would pass over her breast, which was very well developed for a 12 year old. The moment my hand hit base and I realized that she was totally okay with it I knew that things would go a lot further than this in the days to come.
During the next few days we started kissing and making out. I tell you, this was amazing as it was by far one of the most thrilling things I had done in my life. Trying to take things easy, I didn’t push her into doing things that she didn’t want to do as I was not sure whether she would let me take it all the way with her. But I had to find out how far she was willing to go as I wanted fuck this girl badly, especially since she was an absolute hotty and a virgin.
I think it was a Saturday afternoon and we had the house all to ourselves. Naturally, we didn’t let any of that time go to waste. We were making out in her room and for the first time we both took our clothes off. I was on top of her while we were making out, but at the same time I was rubbing my cock against her wet pussy. Even at this point I wasn’t sure whether she would allow me to penetrate her though and claim her 12 year old virginity. Slowly I started manoeuvering my cock more towards the entry to her pussy and just as I thought I was hitting home run, she stopped me and asked whether I had a condom. I told her that I don’t use condoms as a lot of the feeling goes away and that she shouldn’t worry about falling pregnant as I had slept with a lot of other girls before and never made any of them pregnant. I re-assured her that everything will be fine. She then took my word for it and gave me a slice of heaven.
My 21 year old cock was only but loving this tight 12 year old virgin pussy. I told her that it might be sore, but surprisingly my cock managed its way into her without any problems. It felt like fucking a chick’s ass. So much more compression!! Obviously I couldn’t cum in her so I pulled out when my load was ready to blow and covered her firm tummy with my cum. Hallelujah!! I felt like a new man!!
Since that day we fucked every day. At first she used to sneak out of her room every night and into mine where we would waste no time removing each other’s clothes and slip my cock into her. Once we were done, she would lie next to me for a little while and then sneak back into her room. Some nights I would sneak into her room.
As the days went by, I started working at the lady with whom we stayed as she owned her own engineering company. This was probably one of the best moves I could’ve made, because part of my job description was to pick little madam up from primary school every day and take her home. She was in Grade 7 at the time. Little did the lady know that I didn’t only take her home, but I certainly didn’t go back to work immediately after doing so. We were living the dream as we had the house to ourselves every single week day. Well, for an hour or so at least.
What had me permanently turned on was the fact that she had her school uniform on and there is nothing in this world that is sexier than a girl in her uniform and knowing that you are gonna tap that ass with her uniform on every day. Some days I wouldn’t even remove her panties, but simply pull them one side so that her pussy lips would stick out in order for my cock to gain access into her from behind. We fucked in every corner of that house. From the lounge, the dining room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the rooms, all the way through to the study. There was no place that we didn’t try.
The one afternoon she told me that an older friend of hers was telling her that she sometimes prefers taking it up the arse instead of her vagina and that we should try it out. I remember that we were in the study that day. Obviously I wasn’t going to say no. A 12 year old girl taking it up her arsehole? Yes please!!! It’s common knowledge that bum holes are much tighter than a girl’s pussy so I knew that my cock was now going to be given the tightest hole it has ever been in. She was still in her short school dress and after agreeing that we were going to do it, I turned her around, bent her forward, used a bit of good old spit for lube, and slowly started pushing my super hard cock into her bum. A few moments later my cock was in and I slowly started pumping it in and out of her small, cute bum hole. I think I was about ready to come in no more than 3 to 4 minutes. This was also the first time that I didn’t have to pull out when I was ready to shoot my load as I filled her butt hole with cum. Best anal ever!!!
But wait, the story gets even better as time goes by. I had told a close friend of mine about my secret relationship with this young girl and he thought that I was a God for pulling it off. He even called me “The Don”. Anyway, my friend and little miss freshness also got to know one another as he started coming over to visit me more and more often. My friend and I then said that we should talk to her about having a threesome with us. I spoke to her about it and she said that she was okay with the idea. So the one night the lady who owned the house went out to some show and we had the house all to ourselves again. We invited my friend over and pulled out a bottle of red wine. It wasn’t our idea of an ideal drink, but at the end of the day beggars couldn’t be choosers so we had to make due. As you know, red wine doesn’t take very long to start getting the blood flowing. I was half way through my glass when I realized that this night was perfect for us to have our 3way. I told them that we should do it that night and they both agreed.
We trotted off to her room and sat down on her bed. She then first insisted that she do a little Shakira dance for us so as to get us in the mood for that little bod. My friend and I was loving the little dance, but both my friend and I had super hard-ons that needed urgent attention. We quickly summoned her to the bed and undressed her. Our clothes came off immediately after that. This was in fact my first 3way and didn’t know what to expect. She was like a natural as she started taking control of the situation by giving us each BJ’s. I can’t remember who penetrated her first, but we were making turns fucking her. While the one was fucking her, she was either sucking the other ones cock or wanking him depending on whether she was taking it from behind or the front. That night I fell in love with 3sums as seeing my “girlfriend” being fucked and enjoying being fucked by another guys cock was a major turn-on for me. I then also suggested that we double penetrate her. This appealed to all of us as the idea of two adult cocks in one 12 year old pussy was just plain slutty and we like slutty. She was a bit worried that we won’t get both our cocks into her, but as my friend and I lied on our backs facing opposite directions with our cocks joined together, she stood over us and lowered her pussy onto our cocks. To all of our surprise both our cocks slipped into her without hesitation. This only showed that I had done a good job fucking that tight virgin pussy and turned it into a slut hole as it was now wide enough to take any size cock. Anyway, she then continued pumping our cocks into her while standing on her haunches. This was an amazing thing to experience.
During the time that we were together we had fucked more times than all the other girls I had slept with put together. We sometimes even snuck the car out and drove down to the beach where we would fuck each other senseless in the car. We sometimes also went down to the private beach down the road from us during the day where we would find ourselves a nice little spot where we would get naked and have sex on the beach. Public toilets, friends houses, the factory, in the bushes, you name it, we were there and ready to get it on.
No for the sad part. The one night she had snuck into my room where we did our usual nightly fuck session, but both of us fell asleep only to be woken up by the lady with whom we were staying as she couldn’t find little madam anywhere. She walked straight into the room and saw that my little sex Goddess was completely naked. We were caught red handed. I mean, what was I going to say to that? I was speechless. The lady then told me that she wanted me out of her house by the end of the day and I also lost my job at the factory. That was the end of a beautiful 2 years that we managed to keep it under wraps. I was banned from seeing her again and as much as we tried keeping in contact we just couldn’t due to the risks involved as I was already lucky enough to have not been charged with statutory rape. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, and the months into years, we eventually grew apart and lost contact. But I’ll tell you what, ever since her I have only been interested in having sex with girls around that age. Most of my friends say that they won’t go under 15 or 16, but I’ve had my fair share of 15 and 16 year old girls and they just don’t compare to what a 12 year old has to offer. I have become so infatuated with 12 year old girls that I would even have a sexual relationship with my daughter if she gives me the slightest hint that she wants some of her daddy’s cock when she turns that age... That’s provided I ever have a daughter.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed my story. And to those fathers and daughters who write such amazing incest stories on XNXX, thank you. I really enjoy them. |
Title: 12 year old sister rape pt. 1
Tags: Fiction
Content:
ok so i was 15, a horny bastard, my sister was about 12, and we was a decent payed family in the house, everyone had a job, never was home, id bring my sister home from school and watch her, and sometimes help her with her homework. We got out of school at 2:30, and one day we got home early cause it was friday and school ended early sometimes. No one would be home from work till mabye 6pm. My sister showered as usual for a long time, and she always left the door close, music blasting. I had to pee, so i knocked but the music was to loud, so i walked in, peed, it was so steamy, i started sweating. My shower had a slide door, so you could see through it good one way but the other bad. I got the perfect veiw of my 12 year old virgin sister. Her long brown hair, soft lips, chubby body, B size tits with small nipples, those big chubby hips, huge fat ass, the kind that you just wanna see bounce. I had to start jerking off, she was wet all over, i made a noise cause it felt so good, she said " whos ther ". I said " its shawn, i had to pee " she said " oh my god you can see me naked " so i said " i figured you wouldnt care, i was going to ask you if youd help me on a project for health class " she says " aftr my shower " i said " no you needa be in their " she said " well ok what do i do " i said " tie this bandana around your eyes and your mouth tight, see ok try screaming,..... ( low mumbling ) " see perfect now stand still and bend foward, i need to examine " she did that, and i began undressing thanks to the music she wouldnt know a thing, i stepped behind her sexy bent over body, and rubbed my fingers on her pussy, she jumped and i heard mumbling, i payed no attention, i rubbed my cock on her pussy, i knew she enjoyed it, i turn her around, and took the bandana out of her mouth and yelled so shed hear me good, to open wide for a test lollipop flavor, and dont use teeth, and just go with the motion. she was scared, didnt know what to do but listen, i pressed my cock on her soft lips, and pressed a little and the head of my 8 ina half inch cock slipped into her mouth, i pushed deeper and 2 inches of my cock was in her sexy mouth. I took it out, and yelled into her ear, " use your tongue treat it like a lollipop it has a surprise when you do it all together long enough ", she nodded yes, and i pressed my cock into her mouth now 2 inches again, she was using her tongue, around the whole head of my cock, i gathered her hair and began makin a head motion pulling her hair, 5 ina half inches digging into my 12 year old sisters throat, gagging noises, spit dripping from my cock and her mouth, i continued pulling her hair while she sucked my dick, i had loved it so much i took the bandana off her eyes and made her look at me, perfect sight, i started forcfully shoving 8 inch dick into hr mouth, face fucking her, she was gagging up a storm, i then just began pulling her hair again, then i sqeeezed her tits, layed her in the shower, and used her titties to rub my dick, titty fucking her small boobs, then i said here comes the surprise, you want to taste it and suck the juices out and swallow, or just have it squirt everywher, and she wanted to taste it, i shoved my cock just enough so my head was in her mouth, and i cumed, then shoved my cock as far as i could, realeasing everything i got, making her swallow, i left her ther. confused.
she was in bed that night, i heard her get up to take her pills, then go back to bed, i snuck over, and seen she was knocked out. i walked over, took out my cock, and rubbed it all over her face. she was in a pjz outfit, so i easily unbuttoned her top, and played with her tits, sucked them, tittie fucking them, i played with her pussy, and then stroke her butt hole, i pushed, and pushed, and pushed, 3 inches of my cock was in her ass, no lube nothing, after 10 minutes of thrusting, i was 8 inch fucking my 12 year old sisters ass, i turned her over and doggy style fucked her, her sleeping pills were the eprfect drug rape, i was going rough, and rough, i pushed alll my forced, and my whole cock into her ass, pulled out and dummed on her huge ass. i dressed her, and went to bed.
The next day after school she brought her 9 year old friend over, it was a he. a 3 foot tall boy, long hair. My sister took her shower, and i was alone for basicly a hour with the anoyying boy. he wouldnt shut up so i asked him if he wanted to play a game, he said yes, so i brought him to the camper in the back yard that was limo tinted so it was pitch black inside. i said ill hide you find me. i was under a blanket when he came in. once it was dark he was scared, and i quietly locked the door behind him, and he screamed, i covered his mouth and taped it shut. undressed pulled his pants down, and spanked him hard. tears going down his face i rubbed his body and baby soft ass. i pulled my pants down, and forced my cock through his tiny ass. he was scereaming so loud, i then cumed all in his ass. and then i said dont be anoyying. |
Title: 12 yr old Natila
Tags: Fiction, Anal, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Male / Female Teens, Teen
Introduction:
This is just a made up story k and this is my first story
Content:
I was out of the shower. Then I realised that I had a boner cause one of my freinds was a girl. Her name is Natila. She has 32 AA tits size, Red hair, milky freckles on her face, has a meduim hot ass.Plus shes today her 13th birthday. But im 13 like 2 weeks ago. My and her parents are out of town. I got dressed and went outside to get my bike. Then I rode to her house which she does not live far, only 0.3 miles. "Ok time to give her the present and come in" I said. I knocked on her door. There she was looking hot, wonderfull and pretty." O' Kevin come in, come in" She said. " Soo where's the rest of your freinds to come to your birthday party?" I asked. Then she beganed crying " K-K-Kevin nobody came!" she sobed. " But i got here, right?" I replyed. "Here's your birthday present" I gaved it to her and took it to her room. "But you have a other present." She said starring at me. "What present?" I said. She grabed my cock. "It's Sex" Said in a deep tone. Then she took off pants off. "Wait Natila i can't fuck you" "C'mon you'll like" she said. Indeed i liked it. She started sucking my dick. " God Natilan deeper" I moaned. My cock size was 3.6 inches long. She'd start putting cock in her mouth deep. " Ok, im gonna fuck you hard." i said. Then I took off her pants and her panties off. I licked her pussy. It was soo sweet. "Kevin tongue fuck me please!" she yelled. I put my tongue and tongue fuck her. " Yes Yes!" she'd yellped. Ok I took of my shirt then her shirt finally her bra." Can I suck on tits?" I asked "Go ahead you horny guy" I sucked on her tits and licked them. Then I lifted her and took her in bed. "Much Better" she said. Then I doggy styled her. Her ass was tight. "God your ass is tight" i said to her. " Sorry" she replyed. " Hey Natila can i stop and rest?" I questioned. "yep you can plus your my new boyfreind" 2 hours passed i asked "Do you have condoms?" She gaved me one and I used it just in case. Then we resumed fucking. This time it was pussy. I shoved my cock in her pusy. " Shit. This feels good." she said in a happy tone. Then i fucked her. She made those when a girl gets fucked. Her pussy lips cant asset. "Kevin, I love I love!" she screamed. Then I fucked her harder and harder. I went so fast that I cummed in her pussy. "Good thing I had condoms" I sayed. Then I took of the condoms (which if you know what are condoms) put my fingers in there and told Natila that cum taste good for women. She'd tried it and like it. "Kevin could you sleep here please? My parents dont return till the next 7days"Natila asked " Ok my parents dont return on 7 days to" I argeed. Then she said sleep with me in the bed and take shower with me. I said yes. At 9:00p.m we slept together naked.
Part 2
I woke up and woked up Natila. "Babe wake up" saying to her. "What do you want" she said but she's still tired from yesterday. "Do you know how to prepare breakfast?" I asked her. "Nope, do you?" she asked me. "Nope" I replyed. "But we could go to Mcdonalds wich we don't live far" I told her. "You go get it, you order anything I'll eat it" she said. It's good thing I have 150$ cause I have chores. I went there and orderd the McMuffin 1 for me 1 for her. Then I went back to her house, open the door and ate. After that we took a bath together. "Let's kiss"she said in the shower. When I kissed her, I tongue kissed her. After we got out we started having sex in her room. I fucked her buthole so fast that I cummed in her ass. "What the fuck, why would you cum in my ass?" Natila said. "I don't really know why" I said. Then licked pussy and fingerd her. "God yes, deeper, deeper" she said happy. Then I fingerd her. God my fingers are wet cause of Natila's pussy is soo wet. "Natila god your pussy wet" I said looking at her eye to eye. " I want to taste my pussy juice." she demanded. I put my finger in her pussy again. "Natila the pussy juice is on my fingers" I said. She sucked my fingers and liked it. Is time to fuck her hard. I shove my cock up her pussy so deep. "Shit make me cum" she said we i fucked her. My cock was so big when i fucked her really hard. Man I felt I do wanna cum on her face. I fucked her really fast that I take my cock off from her pussy and cum on her. "Kevin what are you doing!?. Why is cock is not in my pussy?" she said. "Natila I wan't to cum on your face" I said. I started rubing my cock up and down fast that cumed on face and it was a big load. "O Kevin I love you." she said and eating the cum. "Ok. This time you make yourself cum" I asked. Natila fingers were at her own pussy and fingerd her self fast. "God Fuck this is so good!" she yelled. She so fast with her fingers up her pussy that she squirted. "I'm cumming!" she said squirting to much. "I do you like it when you squirted?" I asked her. "Dam it was good" she answered. Then I kissed her and suck her tits. "My freinds are gonna be soo jelouis when I fucked" Natila said cheerful. "Sure" I said. "Don't tell anyone that we had sex together Natila " "Ok" she said. This is my first time havin sex. |
Title: 13-1 American Pee (not Pie!!)
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Yanks come to town
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws
All characters over the age of 18
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-12) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 13-1 American Pee (not Pie)
by Stack of Books
(3344 words)
Although Sally didn't work at ASS any more, she was still very good friends with Andrea and Kim, and occasionally they had a threesome together as - although they were totally happy with each other - the white girls still lusted after her coal black skinned body. Not to mention she was just a lovely and loving person as well. Any time with her, sexual or just social, was worth its weight in gold.
Today she was at a loose end as Zeta was off doing other things, so in the morning she went to the shop and opened it up, as there were no volunteers on the list slated for that day.
First, she went to say hello to Andrea working at her mannequin on a wedding dress, and they hugged warmly, and squeezed each other's boobs. C'mon, let's go to the loo and have a quick one, and frigged each other for 5 mins to orgasm. Give me your knickers but first rub your juicy cunt them on, she demanded. Andrea continued on sewing, but an hour later had to go and put on fresh ones.
Sal sneaked up to the office and put the smelly underwear under Kim's nose from behind. She immediately recognised her girlfriend's scent.
Andrea? What the fuck?? Oh, it's you, Sal? What have you been doing to my soulmate, you little minx?, and they both hugged and touched tongues in their mouths.
Lock the door, Kim, and let's stick our fingers up each other like I just did with you know who downstairs. Then I'm going to open the shop today.
After they had cum, Kim sat on the desk and leaned back and stuffed her panties all the way into her hole to soak up everything.
If you want them for the sick pervs on your website, get them out with your teeth, bitch. And went knickerless for the rest of the day.
Part of the joy of Sally and Zeta's venture was they always included a handwritten note (never typed or printed out) giving details of the history of each pair of knickers they posted out (sometimes true, sometimes made up*).
*See footnote
This one said:
"Young pretty office girl had been wearing these panties for 3 days. Her lesbian girlfriend came by and frigged her thus releasing more juices into them. She stuffed them completely into her pussy to soak up everything, and the other girl pulled them out with her teeth. Can you smell the excitement? Love & kisses, Zelly"
Sal switched the lights on in the shop and turned the sign to 'OPEN'.
The three blouses Zeta had tried on (and she had pinned for alteration) were still under the counter, so she put them in her bag and paid for them herself. (She didn't believe in stealing or getting something for nothing.) She would do the work on them at home on Arnold's machine.
Trade was fairly brisk, and if a female came in, Sal would offer her a new pack of panties for her used pair, explaining her fetish. One or two elected to change immediately rather than go outside knickerless, and Sal offered to do it for them in the changing room, so got a quick glimpse and sniff of a new pussy. Sometimes a finger up there as well.
At around midday, the man who had bought the size 9 dress came in, along with a very pretty woman with long straight blonde hair.
Hallo again. You remember me? My name is Simon and this is my wife and soulmate, Anthea. She's gorgeous, don't you agree?
Welcome back. It's nice to see you again. I agree, she's delectable. I'm Sally, by the way. Did the dress fit?
Anthea: Yes, it was perfect. Such a nice present. I was hoping to find another one today.
Simon: The thing is, she didn't believe me about how you helped me to choose the right size and how you...err, 'concluded' the transaction.
Sal: I see. Well, there's an easy way to solve that. But not here. I have an idea. Anthea, have a look on those two racks over there and get one you want. It's on the house. (Meaning she herself would pay for it later. Such an honest girl.)
They spent about 10 mins, and came back with a blue flowery one. She didn't actually try it on, just held it up against herself, looking at her reflection in the long floor-length mirror.
OK, come with me back to my place, it's just 5 mins away. We'll have a drink and a chat, and re-enact what we did in the changing room. Then maybe you two can show me what happened in your bedroom when he presented his gift to you.
So they went to Andrea's house, drank a few rum & cokes, and got to know a lot about each other with chit chat.
When they were all at their ease, Sal and Simon went through the procedure from the changing room as she and he both narrated it.
He put his hands around her waist. Copied the same action on his wife standing next to her.
Arms around the booty. Copied.
Went behind her, and arms around the bust. Copied. His arms did cross in about the same place.
He lifted up her T-shirt and cupped the big black globes from behind and also from in front. Copied, except hers were snowy white with large upturned cherry nipples. But yeah, about the same size.
He undressed Sal, removed her knickers, did the same to Anthea. A white goddess and a black one, side by side. Already fondling each other's tits.
Sal took his dick out of his trousers, gave him a long, slow HJ/BJ, while his wife sat on the side of the bed, sucked her own boobs and masturbated.
Simon shot his load over Sal's chest and face, Anthea mopped it all up with her mouth and snowballed Sal.
Anthea: OK, I believe you now, hubby!
While he was recovering, the two girls spent 15 mins each eating the other's pussy. As usual, the comment heard was she'd never seen or tasted a black woman's vagina before.
Watching all this, Simon was now hard as steel again, and they showed Sal how he had presented his gift.
I love you, darling. I bought this for you. Hope you like it. Happy anniversary.
Anthea took it, he helped her slide it over her head and past her breasts and over her shaved genital area. She regarded herself in the mirror and did a couple of twirls.
Aww Si, it's wonderful. I love it. How can I say thank you? Aah, I know. Is that big thing between your legs part of the present? Because the dress fits me on the outside perfectly. Can you put your cock up me and see if it also fits as snugly inside?
The dress came off again.
So saying, Simon entered her and started pumping. Her orgasms came thick and fast as Sal massaged her boobs and sucked her nips.
Wait, Simon, can you also say thanks to Sal for her help in all this. I've never told you before, but I've had a fantasy for a long time about a threesome and you fucking someone else as I watch. Fill her with your spunk and I will douche her out with my mouth.
As Simon did the necessary, like a bull on heat, Anthea squatted over her head, played with Sal's breasts, and received a good clit licking. And then did the cleaning up of juices as promised.
Satiated, they showered, dried and redressed, with Sal remembering to ask to keep her used panties. For the first time ever, Anthea experienced the cool clean air of the outside around her nether regions as they walked home, and when safe to do so, flashed Simon with her charms a few times. They started bonking again as soon as they got through the door.
Sal went back to the shop, and collected more used knickers from customers. A very good day for the stock room at Zelly's Smellies.
*Footnote
For the used knickers Sal received in the shop from anonymous donors (and also other sources like Jenny's Indian housewife friends for example), it was impossible to know the truthful history.
*****
The owners of the aforementioned popular online selling website were well pleased with how things were going, and especially with their meetings with the library girls, Sharon, Elvyra and Janneke.
A few days later, they met up up Sal's house and she gave Zeta the 3 now finished blouses. She was surprised as she'd completely forgotten about them, assuming that as Sal had quit she wouldn't have access to them any more.
They were both feeling frisky, so decided to role-play and pretend they didn't know each other and re-enacted the whole changing room scene from the point when Z walked into the shop.
It then morphed into:
Oh yes, Miss, nice to see you again. You look lovely today. Certainly, your alterations are ready. Here you are. Let's go to the changing room. Can I watch you change and try them on? Hmm, your skin is so smooth, lustrous and a really nice colour. My word, these three blouses fit you perfectly now. May I touch your upper body to check for fit? Wow, your nipples are big today. Let me just loosen your buttons and take your bra off. Oh indeed, your boobs are showing through wonderfully now. You can pick up any boy or girl you like if you wanted to.
Madam, please strip me and measure me with your tape again. Rub the flats of your fingers over my nips once more. Take my knickers down, and put your face into my cootie and find my button with your tongue. May I now take your T-shirt off and measure your big black boobs and the rest of your body? Oh, you like me pressing my hands against your nipples too? What about if I put one or two fingers into your pink gash? Do you have any pee for me?
Ding! Their two pairs of knickers were ready for hermetic bags!!
Zeta was so turned on, she asked Sal if she could borrow Arnold for a short while. As he'd been watching their silly antics all this time, he readily agreed, and fucked the petite Indian hard as Sal observed with a vibrator up her cunt.
Eventually, they got down to business and debriefed in detail about how the 3 sessions in the library bathroom and the 3 at Andrea's had gone.
They discussed Janneke's reticence and brought up the topic of being careful if during a next time things proved to be tricky, emphasising that neither should be afraid of using the safe word to cancel an operation if needs be. But Sal's hunch had been right: Janneke was indeed bi and not a lesbian, and Arnold reported she was such a very good and responsive lover, once she got over her initial shock.
They thought they might try a teen couple as their next "guests", and have Arnold on standby in the next room, either as security (unlikely) or as a second penis if the girl seemed willing to try a big black one (a more probable scenario).
So the next day, they got themselves dressed up, and went cruising in the local park. The morning saw a few possibilities, but they chose to pass on them all. They had a light lunch in a local cafe, and then saw an Afro-Caribbean girl with a white muscled dude standing by the pond.
A variation on the usual spiel, and it came out as: Hi, excuse me. My name is Sally and this is my friend Zeta. We like pee games and we're bursting to go. Maybe you'd like to come with us behind those bushes to watch us, perhaps join in?
Well, it's nice to meet you. We're here on holiday from New York in America. I'm Hank, and this is my lovely fiancée Cassandra, or Cass. Yes, we have the same fetish, but have always confined ourselves to indoors. What do you think, sweetheart?
Yeah, I guess we've always been a bit shy about it, but my special kink is I love to see other girls pee. And I bet your two pussies look real cute. Let's give it a go, baby.
They all took each other's hands and walked behind the greenery where they were fairly well hidden from view. There were not a lot of people about anyway.
Cass got the ball rolling, and took out Hank's cut 7 incher. She hitched up her skirt and aimed his stream at her covered cootie. Then took the panties off and he fired again. The other two followed suit and Cass directed the flow at their already bare quims. They took a few mouthfuls and passed them to Cass. For Sal, it was one of the nicest tasting urines she had ever tried. S & Z took off their sandals, and he urinated over their thighs, shins, ankles, feet and toes. Cass copied them, saying it was an excellent idea. In the two years they'd known each other, they hadn't thought about that variation.
Sal, being the boldest, took her top off revealing unfettered black knockers. Cass, when I lie down, can you piss over my two girls here as I am sure to orgasm when you do. Open your pussy right up so I can see what your lucky boyfriend looks at every day. Hank, please undress Zeta, and hopefully your fiancée will give her the second half of her bladder contents.
Hank and Zeta watched in awe as Cass' yellow stream went over Sal's globes. He was already rolling Z's big nipples in his thumb and finger as she laid down side by side with her CIV friend. Cass mainly made it go onto her small boobs and belly. As her flow fizzled out, Zeta was still groaning in ecstasy. She put her tongue briefly into her hole before she stood up.
Hank, Cass, we still want to piss over you, but don't want to leave you smelling like a public toilet in the middle of this park. So if you're up for a bit more action (a clue is it begins with today's Sesame Street letter of 'F'), we can take you back to our safe house 10 minutes away for refreshments and rehydration for the next round, if you get my drift. As a teaser (and to relieve our pressure as we're still fucking bursting!), Zeta and I will now fire 100ml at each other's pussy while standing up.
To achieve peeing like a gent, the girls had to use both hands to pull up the skin above their clit.
Take your positions for the best viewing angle. Dip your fingers in the streams for a taste if you like. Ready, Zeet? Go!
They let the others get their drinking sample first, then each aimed for the clit and Zeta got a direct hit, causing Sal's knees to weaken and give way, so that she facepalmed the ground (not too hard), with Zeta unable to stop the stream quickly enough. It went into Sal's hair and on her back, and the whole incident brought forth gales of laughter.
A short while later, they were in Andrea's second bedroom, and sipping strong mix rum and cokes to mellow out.
First, they stripped and got in the shower. The two Yanks laid down, and the other two gave them all they had. (Cass confirmed her own conviction that she had a strong predilection for observing female pissers.) The favour was returned but unfortunately they were still quite empty after the park.
On the bed, Hank took Sal, Cass claimed Zeta, and they started fondling the other. After 10 mins, Sal and Zee changed over so everyone got the best of both worlds, so to speak.
Hey, can you guys show us how you fuck each other? We'd love to watch that. We'll sit close by so you can see us diddling our cunts.
They gave it their best shot, trying many positions, and the sight of an Indian and African cumming hard so often drove them to higher than normal orgasmic highs. He pulled out and spread his load between all 3. They hoovered it up from the other's bodies.
Timeout. They chatted about past sexual experiences.
Hank, Cass, I didn't hear mention in any of that of someone else in your bedroom. Have you never tried a threesome?
Cass: Well, we've talked about it a lot, but none of our friends or people we know fit the bill. Problem is, there's an impasse - he wants a girl, I want a guy.
Hank, my husband is a black African and he would like to get to know Cass, with your permission.
Aww shucks, she don't need any authorization from me, it ain't that sort of relationship. We don't do any jealous shit. I only want a girl cos my pride says so. But today, if you two cuties (or should I say cooties) are on the menu for a fucking, that'll do me.
We sure are. That's what I hoped you would say. He's here now in the other room. Arnold, come and meet Cass and Hank.
Nude hubby walks in, the gents shake hands, he takes the American girl onto the bed, she is immediately smitten by him and they start making out. Before long, he is entering her.
For fuck's sake, Hank, what are you waiting for? Choose which one of us to do first. You have to finish both by the time he completes his journey of adventure with your wife to be.
He grabbed Sal, and without any prelim got her on her belly and started pistoning her cunt doggy style. (Apart from Cass, she was the only black person he'd ever tried, he said later.)
Zeta meanwhile was making herself useful on Cass: with one hand massaging each breast and nipple alternately, and with the other inserting one or two fingers into her butt hole, as the people in the US call it.
Soon, she and Sal swapped places. The latter found a dildo and used that in Cass' back passage, so she was basically being DPed with Arnold's 10 incher. (Sally so loved seeing her hubby fuck someone else.)
Zeta was on her back, legs behind her shoulders as he sought the best angle to satisfy them both. With amazing precision and timing, all 4 fuckers and fuckees came at the same time, the men with a loud roar, the girls with just as loud high-pitched squeals. Even Sal had one, although she was not being penetrated, as a sort of empathetic cum.
They topped up on soft drinks and water, and had one more peeing session, with Arnold this time, although it was a bit of a squeeze in the cubicle. Rinsed and got dressed (Sally asked for Cass' panties), and the guests made their way home.
The girls stripped the sheets, put them in the washing machine, remade the bed with fresh ones, and tidied and left the room and bathroom as they had found it. In the same way that they always did when using Andrea's house.
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Title: 13th birthday
Tags: True Story, Asian, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Teen Male / Female, Virginity
Introduction:
I couldnt believe it
Content:
I couldnt believe it... I had finally turned 13... I remember that day, my brother had come home with a friend I hadnt seen in a few months, I heard her say ..HEY!!! as I turned around to look to see who it was... I almost went into shock. There she was emily the girl I had fallen for when i was young. some say ou never know what real love is until you are married, well I can say it isnt true. I loved emily and would always love her.
Now emily was 5 years older then me, but I had helped her with a ex boyfriend problem in the past, she was forever grateful and said one day she would repay me. hell just seeing her on my 13th birthday was enough, but I guess to her it wasnt enough. I have had kissed a girl before but I was still a virgin and didnt really think about losing it till later, but I did what any other teenager would do, I masterbated 1-2 times a day,
My parents went outta town on business and left my brother in charge, well his girlfriend came over and they went out to eat, Emily stayed of coarse, she was so beautiful, she was half american half asian, 5'2 short brown hair, 34c cup breast and slender thighs, she was any mans wet dreams, No way in hell a kid like me would ever have a chance toget with her, i was young, well time went on we sat eat some cake and watched a few movies when she looked over at me and asked me something I will never forget.
"do you love me?" those words never left my mind, my only responce was, "Ya emily with all my heart. She smiled and told me she wanted to do something she been waiting on and lend over to kiss me. as i kissed her back I looked at her in shock. What was that for emily? she said she'd wanted to do that when she came inside the house but was nervous.. I leaned in to kiss her this time, only we didnt stop, i slid my tounge into her mouth and hers into mine as we kissed for what felt like the longest time.
"wow you are a good kisser" she said, bet all the girls are after you at school. Not really, I was sorta a out cast at school didnt care to be noticed or anything. I smiled a simple smile and replyed "I guess i mean i dont really pay attention" she only laughed and said and cuddled next to me, I asked her what was so funny and her responce was quite intresting. " haha looks like someone is happy to see me" I looked down and instantly went red in the face...uhh umm..Im sorry" are the only words to come out of my mouth,, I started to move away when she grabbed me and told me not to go.. she asked me" are yopu still a virgin?" I nodded my head and blushed. she told me something that really made me blush," hehe well then mr. teenager would you like to get lucky tonight?" I blushed so hard and lost all speech, I only nodded and smiled lightly.
she began to rub on my leg slowly and got to my pants and unbuttoned them, I was sorta nervous never have done it, she simply told me to relax, it was kinda hard when you have a beautiful girl whom you loved about to take your virginity. I relaxed as much as i could, then she reached into my boxers and pulled out my dick, she was sorta amazed how fast I was deveopled," wow your pretty big for 13, of coarse i didnt think so 6 inches was a normal size i thought for 13, well she slowly started to stoke it and kiss me at the same time.. i kissed her back and moaned lightly, she giggled and went down to it and started swriling her tounge on the head of my shaft, i moans more and looked down at her, she smiled and took the whole thing into her mouth and began to slowly suck on it while twriling her tounge.. I gasped as the pleasure was unbarable, she kept sucking on it slowly then faster and took her hand on the bottom part stroking it, it didnt take long before I told her I was gonna cum, but she kept sucking on it, I cam hard into her mouth and she swallowed it all..
it felt so good, she then came up and kissed me on the neck and told me to undress her, I slowly undressed her and started sucking on her nipples, as if i was a pro, she seemed to like it from the moans she let out, I took of her skirt and panties and she climbed on top of me slowly sliding her wet hot feeling pussy onto my already hard again shaft, I stoped her and asked if I needed a condom, but she was on the pill so she told me no, I entered her and she gasped lightly, kissing on my neck stil i grabed her by the sides and slowly started to press my dick inside her, she moaned lightly and told me to go faster, i did as i was told and moved faster into her, "harder!!!" she said i grabed her by the ass cheeks and lifted her going harder and faster inside her.
"mmm you feel so good inside me dont stop, I pressed harder thrusting my self in her, oh baby please more..mmm" I kept going as hard and fast as i could as she dug her nails into my back. after a hour, I finally came inside her...she kissed me and we layed on the couch.. it was the greatest night ever..but we havent seen each other since then.. i still think of that night on my birthdays.. it was a night you couldnt forget... the night my first love took my virginty... |
Title: 13year old boy 15 year old girl
Tags: True Story
Introduction:
first time sex
Content:
my girl friend had dark brown hair light blue eyes and was realy skinney. i was skinney dirty blond and have dark blue eyes. we were a good match. We had been set up by friends and relay hit it off.
one week end my and her parents both had to go out of town. so we told each other where we were going and we both were going to the same beach, and were staying at the same hotal i was on the 5th floor she on the 6th. when our parents would leave. we went to each others rooms and made out.
well one day i went over and she was naked watching porn on the tv. she told me to sit down by her so i did. she started to p;ay with her self and i got hard watching her. she saw the big tent bening put up in my pants and started to play with it. when she did it just got harder and started throbing.
i could not control it any more and started to moan so loud. well that just made her want to do it even more. befor i could look up and see what she was doing she had put her hand in my pants and started rubing hard.i got realy close to cumming and she stoped pulled out my dick and went back to it. i final came and she opened her legs and pulled my hand down to her pussie. It felt so good warm and wet.
sence i was only 13 i did not know what to do so she slid one of my fingurs into her pussie. she told me to just go in and out so i did and she came with in two min. at that point i was tried and wanted to take a nap. we did in her bed we were woken up by her parents. they said it was time for me to go home because it was like 10 so i did. when i saw her parents leave in the moring i went back to her room. she told me her mom knew what we had done on the account we did not clean up the cum on the couch. oops.
her mom told her that when we do it just clean up the mess and that night her mom gave her a condom. we watched a nother porno but this time when she got my dick out she started to give me a blow job. i was on cloud 9 i was in heaven. i said between gaspes of air babby i am going to cum. she just keep on going picking up more speed. i shot at least 6 strings of cum in her mouth.she swallowed most but left a little and kissed me and pushed it into my mouth.
the went right back to sucking but i had just came so i had to make her stop. i had watched a movie the night before and the man had eaten the girl out so i did the same. she could not take it she came 3 times before i stopped. by then i was hard again and she started sucking me hard. about a min in her mom and dad walk in the door. there was no way to hide what we were doing.
so just stoped and waited her mom told her dad to go lay down on their bed and she would handle this. when he left the room she said to use finsh and then i will talk to you. so we did and i came about 3 or 4 cum streams into her mouth. her mom watched and was shocked at all the cum i shot.
she talked to use about safe sex and that kind of stuff.she left and said for use to go up to my girl friends room but to leave the door open we did but she still masturbated again that night i went to my room and all i could think about was her all night.
the next and last day of the trip we went to the beach and i rubed her down with sunscreen and got hard touching her body all over. she knew it and now it was her turn she stared on me she got close to my croch and lefted up my swimsuit and just rubed my dick like she was jerking me. she went on and did the rest of my body.
she was getting horny and told me we were going back to the room. i did not know what for but i went . she drug me to her room and handed me the condom her mom gave her. She told me to put it on while she went to the bathroom when she came back she layed me on the bed and got on my bellie she kiss me and played with my dick I got hard and she climes on top and fucked me. Right after that I crashed and we were woken up by her mom. She looked at all the cum on the bed and just stared at it.i felt like I was geting hard again but was to tried to look. Her mom left the room and we snuggled up and fell back a sleep. We sleep all night togather. I woke up in the moring and I went to my room and my mom. Told me that I was riding home with them. But that is a diff story.
she said put this on i did while she went to the bathroom. when she came back i had striped and had it on. she went over to the bed and said come here i did she layed me down flat and got on top of me. she was on my stomack and made out with me while playing with my dick. soon after she felt me getting harder and harder.
so she climbed on to my cock i was in shock. i had knew it was coming just not that fast. we both had just lost our virginity. she was moving up and down on my dick and slowly speed up. i know she came 6 to 7 times and i came 4 to 5 when she finaly got off me we fell right a sleep. and again we woke up to her mom.
When we did I left went back to my house and crashed. The next moring we were leaving and I got to ride home with them but that is a nother story.
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Title: 13 - College Years 5 - Visiting Alexa
Tags: True Story, Male / Females
Introduction:
Four of us go on a trip
Content:
Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off-chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have stories before this - while the other stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection.
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I hadn’t seen Alexa in about a month when Bill and I decided to make a trip up to visit her. Bill and I had another friend who went to the same college Alexa did, so we knew we would have no problem finding rooms to sleep in – at least we thought we wouldn’t when we were initially making the plans. Erin and Ashley decided they wanted to come to, and Bill was too nice to say no to Erin. I asked Alexa if it was ok to have Ashley come as well, and she actually seemed happy to have her stay as well. We got a ride from Judy to the train station early Friday morning and we were off on our train minutes later. We managed to find a group of seats facing each other that weren’t occupied and then settled in for the long trip. Even though we were only a five-hour drive from Alexa’s college, the train had to stop in five pretty major hubs on the way. Between the train and the ninety-minute bus ride from the station to campus, we were looking at half our day being gone and arriving around dinnertime. We talked excitedly for a bit before Bill decided that he was too exhausted from a long night and was going to sleep across the aisle so he could try to lay down for a bit.
“So who are we all staying with?” Erin asked, politely continuing the conversation.
“Ashley and I are going to stay with my girlfriend. Her roommate is out of town visiting her boyfriend for the weekend,” I answered. “I think you’re welcome to stay there as well, but Bill was talking to Ethan earlier this week and he seemed to be figuring something else out.” Ethan was a good friend of Bill’s and mine from home.
“How would five of us share one room?” Erin asked, confused at the notion.
“Well…” I stalled.
“Me and Rob would share a bed with Alexa,” Ashley said, finishing my thought.
“I still don’t really understand that,” Erin sighed. She wasn’t judgmental about our arrangement, but Bill had tried to explain it to her multiple times. The idea of an open relationship was vehemently in opposition to her own ideals; she wouldn’t even let Bill talk to other girls most of the time.
“Different strokes,” I laughed, putting my arm around Ashley.
“So you’re all ok with this arrangement?” Erin still seemed skeptical.
“I’ve been dating Alexa for a year now,” I explained. “She knows what I’m like and knows that I’m not going to be faithful when we can’t fuck for months at a time.”
“You’re ok with it too?” Erin looked to Ashley.
“Ya… I know it’s weird, but we both really care for Rob. I know that Rob will never leave Alexa unless something crazy happens, but I want to be with him too.”
“But… don’t you get jealous?”
“Sometimes, ya,” Alexa replied. “I don’t know how to explain it better than that. Rob is gonna fuck other girls. Alexa seems to be ok with it, and I know I’m getting better about it.”
“You fuck other girls besides Ashley and your girlfriend?” Erin seemed incredulous.
“I mean… no offense or anything, but that’s not really any of your business.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like an attack. I’m just trying to understand your relationships.”
“Like I said,” I laughed again. “Different strokes for different folks. I had a kind of fucked up couple of years before college in terms of my sexual relationships with women. That’s about as detailed as I’m going to get.”
“Sorry,” Erin said again.
I took off my coat and told the girls I was going to try to get an hour or two of sleep as well, reclining my seat the few inches it would allow and putting my feet up on Bill’s vacant seat. Draping my coat across myself as a blanket, I was asleep in just a few seconds, the rocking of the train lulling me to sleep.
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I woke up to a hand on my cock and looked over to see Ashley’s eyes closed beside me. I noticed Erin had joined Bill across the aisle and had a pile of papers open with a textbook and was studying away. Ashley had her coat draped across her lap as well, doing her best to mask the subtle movements that would be visible to anyone who actually paid attention. I gently nudged her with my elbow, and she opened her eyes, winking at me, and then continuing to pretend to be asleep while she slowly jerked me. I saw Erin look over at us and closed my eyes again, just barely peering through my eyelashes at her. She returned to her studies, shaking her head. I enjoyed the feeling of Ashley’s motions for a few minutes, before realizing that I would never achieve orgasm at the snail’s pace she was attempting. I grabbed wrist, stopping what she was doing. She abruptly stood up and said she was going to the bathroom. After Erin had looked back at her papers, Ashley turned to beckon me to follow her with a nod of her head. I held up my hand from underneath my coat, indicating five minutes.
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The bathroom door opened just as I was walking towards it, and Ashley popped her head out before grabbing my sweater and dragging me inside. Sitting on the closed toilet lid, she quickly lowered my fly and pulled on my cock until it appeared for her. Sucking me in quickly, she wasted no time, jerking me quickly with her hand while she paid oral attention to the end of my cock. Her tongue swirled around my knob, licking gently, but aggressively to hit the mass of nerve endings. Looking up at me, she pulled her head back, jerking me hard and fast with her hand, and whispering for me to cum for her. I reached forward, grabbing her ponytail and pushing the back of her head to urge her mouth back onto my cock. Grabbing her hand from off my cock, I began to fuck her mouth roughly. Pushing into her throat, I paused for a brief moment, relishing the feeling of her throat squeezing my cockhead and the end of my shaft. I began to fuck in and out of her throat, her thick oozing out around the sides of my cock and dripping onto her chin and down onto her sweater.
“Take my cock you filthy slut,” I commanded her, reminding her of the name Alexa affectionately called her in private.
She was gagging slightly as I neared my orgasm. I pushed deep one last time before pulling out and placing the head of my cock on her waiting lips. Right as my first stream of cum shot out, the train jerked slightly. I couldn’t regain my balance enough to send my sperm where I intended, and after a dozen seconds of my cock shooting and then dripping, Ashley’s cheeks and chin were covered in spit and cum. I apologized, but she understood it wasn’t really my fault. She didn’t mind, except for the fact that there was no mirror in the bathroom. I helped her wipe her face clean with toilet paper, but there was still the noticeable glisten on her skin from where our fluids had mixed and covered her. Putting my cock away, I zipped my fly up, and helped her to her feet. Holding her hand, I opened the door and we walked back to our seats. Erin looked up at us, her eyes widening when she noticed Ashley continually licking her fingers and wiping at her cheeks. I nudged her, and nodded over to Erin – when Ashley realized she was watching, she blushed, and stopped what she was doing.
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Finally, many hours - and awkward glances from Erin - later, we arrived at Alexa’s dorm. It was tiny compared to our dorm, but it seemed to have been recently built. Alexa greeted me outside, kissing me passionately on the lips, before taking my hand and leading us inside.
“I’m so happy you’re here. There’s a huge party on our floor tonight,” Alexa beamed at me.
“What the fuck, you guys are allowed to use your elevators?” Bill asked, annoyed that we always had to use the stairs instead of the two elevators in our dorm.
“You’re so lazy,” Erin rolled her eyes.
We made our way to Alexa’s room, but not before she pointed out that her new dorm building used the older-style coed showers, while still having separate bathrooms for men and women. I was intrigued by this and wondered why our dorm had been renovated to include full separate bathrooms for each gender. We walked into Alexa’s room, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her and her roommate’s girly decorations. Alexa’s bedding was pink, they both had stuffed animals on their beds, and they had put up posters of hunky actors and singers. We had barely put our bags down when Alexa urged us to go for dinner.
“The food in the cafeteria kind of sucks,” she frowned. “Do you guys want to go out somewhere? There’s a bunch of restaurants like fifteen minutes from here.”
We went and had some pizza that I imagined wasn’t much better than what Alexa’s cafeteria offered, and headed back to her dorm so the girls could get ready for this party. Bill called Ethan, asking about the situation with his room, but was told that things hadn’t worked out like intended, and he had no space for anything. This left everyone in a bit of an awkward pickle. Obviously Bill and Erin wanted some sort of privacy, but so did Alexa, Ashley and I. We ended up asking around on the floor if there would happen to be an empty room or a spare bed for the night, but we couldn’t find anything. We called a nearby motel and managed to get one of the last rooms for Bill and Erin to stay in, agreeing to split the cost for both nights four ways in the name of fairness. While Bill and Erin left briefly to take their bags to the motel and have a shower, we decided to have a shower ourselves. Apparently it was a common idea, because there was only one stall available when we walked in wearing only our towels. A few of the people looked our way as we came in, but no only a couple people seemed to pay much attention.
“Is that your boyfriend, Alexa?” A really cute redhead was looking me up and down.
Alexa hurried me into the open shower stall, glaring at the girl, before joining me and closing the curtain.
“What about Ashley?” I asked. We had just left her standing in her towel behind us.
Poking her head out, Alexa asked if Ashley would like to join us or wait for her own shower. Ashley joined us, and we hooked our towels just outside to allow the water to spread over us.
“Who’s the ginger?” Ashley asked, as we had a relatively normal shower, considering there were three people in one smallish stall.
“A slut,” Alexa answered.
“She’s pretty cute,” I laughed, bracing myself for the smack on the arm that was coming.
“Did you come here to visit me or to fuck other girls, Rob?”
“Of course I came to visit you,” I pulled her against me, kissing her lovingly. “I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”
We finished cleaning ourselves and left the stall, towels wrapped around our fun parts. The redhead was still there, and I noticed she was peeking at me occasionally, trying to be secretive about her glances.
“What’s the deal with the redhead?” I asked as we went back into Alexa’s room.
“Why?”
“I’m just wondering. You got pretty defensive when she asked about me.”
“She’s a bitch. She’s always trying to sleep with guys that are taken.”
“Ok,” I answered. I let it go at that point.
We got dressed and Alexa opened her door, allowing people to come in and out as they pleased. She introduced Ashley and me to a lot of her friends, and it wasn’t long before Bill and Erin had returned from the motel ready to have some fun. The party scene at our school was definitely better than here, but I wasn’t going to rub that in anyone’s face. Our dorm usually had parties that were like raves without the drugs, but the best we could find here was people just sitting around and drinking. Bill and I managed to teach some people a few card games in Alexa’s room to get some semblance of drunken shenanigans going. This didn’t last long, though, as people started to get a little too drunk, a little too fast. Taking a break from the cards, someone suggested we play spin the bottle.
“What in the actual fuck,” Bill whispered to me, leaning over. “I feel like we’re in junior high.”
I laughed and agree, but we acquiesced with the juvenile suggestion, sitting ourselves in a circle. There was our group of five, as well as four other guys and three other girls, including the redhead that Alexa was not very fond of.
“You guys know how to play, right?” One of the other guys, Eric, was checking with the out-of-towners.
“It’s spin the bottle, right?” I laughed again. “Pretty straight forward.”
“We play a little different,” Eric answered quickly. “We mixed up seven minutes in heaven with spin the bottle. Spin the bottle, spend seven minutes in the closet with the person it lands on. Everyone outside has to drink a shot while they wait.”
I had to admit it was a little better than the standard game, but it still seemed like it wasn’t going to be.
“So we drink one shot and then wait for seven minutes?” Bill rolled his eyes. I could tell he was sort of regretting coming here for the weekend, especially since Ethan had bailed on plans.
“I’ll go first,” Eric grabbed an empty vodka bottle. Making sure everyone was split up, alternating guy and girl, he spun the bottle, landing on some blonde girl I didn’t remember the name of.
Halfway through the seven minutes, everyone had taken their shots and were sitting, bored and impatient.
“Alexa, man… what the fuck do you guys do here for fun?” Bill asked.
“I don’t know… it’s not usually this boring around here,” Alexa sighed.
Finally the seven minutes were up, and it was the next person in the circle’s turn to go. Erin spun the bottle, landing on me. We walked into the closet, and I immediately sat on the floor.
“So… how are you enjoying your weekend so far?” I offered some small talk.
“Did you guys fuck on the train?”
“No,” I laughed. “We didn’t fuck on the train.”
“Well you were both in that bathroom for a little while… and Ashley definitely had some… you know… on her face.”
“Well, she gave me head. We didn’t fuck, though.”
“Don’t you feel bad cheating on your girlfriend?”
“Not really. She knows – I tell her about everything that happens. She does the same. She actually gets hot when I tell her about it.”
“Well… Bill and I watch porn occasionally. It does get me pretty wet sometimes,” she blushed.
“Ya… I know you don’t like Bill talking to other girls, but can you honestly tell me you wouldn’t fuck a really hot guy you wanted to fuck if Bill was ok with it?”
“I guess,” she answered. “Part of the reason I’m uptight about Bill is because of you, though,” she added.
“What do you mean?”
“Well… you fool around with a lot of girls. I just thought for a while that since you guys were best friends from home, he would probably act similar to you.”
“Can I tell you something that Bill might not have?”
“Do I have to keep it a secret?” Erin asked me.
“I think it would be for the best if he hasn’t offered it up himself.” She nodded, so I continued. “Before we got to college, Bill had never dated a girl for more than a couple months. I don’t think he ever cheated on a girl he was dating, though. You’re the first relationship he’s had that I think he actually cares about.”
“Halfway time,” we heard a muffled voice say, following a knock on the door.
“Don’t you want something like that yourself, though?”
“I have something like that… it’s just not exactly what you want.”
Erin looked at me thoughtfully for half a minute.
“I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to project my ideals on you.”
“It’s fine, Erin,” I smiled at her. “It works for Alexa and me, and now Ashley to some extent. If it stops working, we’ll probably reassess at some point. For now, though, I’m just having fun and doing what makes me happy.”
“So do you ever think about me like that?” she asked suddenly.
“I mean… I’d be lying if I said the thought of fucking you hasn’t popped into my head. But… Bill is also my best friend and has been since we were kids. I would never do anything to fuck that up. He’s the only person who has always been there for me, no matter what is going on.”
I stood up, offering a hand to help Erin back to her feet as well. She put her arms out, so I hugged her.
“One more thing real quickly,” she said, stepping towards the door. If I were single would you… you know?”
“No, but not because you’re not good looking,” I laughed. “It’s just one of those things.”
“Because I was with Bill first,” she said, understanding.
“Exactly,” I laughed, as we walked out of the closet.
“You guys have a good time in there?” Bill asked sarcastically.
“Dude, your girlfriend fucks so good!” I laughed.
Bill had to quickly explain that were joking after we were met by a bunch of stares from the strangers.
The next person to spin was another guy I had just met – Julian. He landed on the same blonde girl that Eric had, and off they went.
“So, this is fun,” Bill complained again, after downing his shot.
“I actually had a good conversation with Erin in there. I think we maybe get each other a little better now.”
“Ya, it was a nice talk,” Erin agreed.
“Seriously though, is there any way we can speed this game up? Like… can we have two closets, or does anyone else have an empty room with a closet we can use?” Bill was getting antsy.
“Just relax and have fun, babe,” Erin went and sat on her boyfriend’s lap while we waited.
Eventually, they came back out and it was Alexa’s turn to spin. She landed on Eric and into the closet they went. I went next and landed on Erin, but since we had already gone in together, apparently I had to spin again. After landing on guys a couple times, I finally landed on another girl – Megan, the redhead from the showers. Alexa looked like she wanted to murder this girl as we walked into the closet.
“You’re better looking than in the pictures she has,” Megan told me, pressing against me the second the closet door closed.
“Thanks,” I smiled. I was no Brad Pitt, but I kept in shape and kept myself well groomed.
She stood on her tiptoes, trying to bring her face to mine, but I just kept talking.
“You’re pretty yourself,” I told her, taking a step back.
“Don’t you want to fool around a bit while we’re in here?”
“I don’t know how much Alexa would like that,” I answered honestly.
“Then why are you guys even playing the game?”
She had a point. Why were we playing this shit? This was the second time I’d been in the closet with no intention of fooling around in the slightest.
“Don’t you think she would at least kiss a guy if she came in here?”
“She can do whatever she wants. She’s a grownup,” I laughed.
“Do you want to at least make out for a couple minutes?”
I finally allowed her to have her wish, pulling her to me and dropping my head to allow our lips to lock. Her tongue was a little over-aggressive, pushing into my mouth quickly and not giving me any room to move my own. I reached down and squeezed her ass, lifting her up as I roughly gripped one cheek in each hand until she wrapped her legs around me. I could feel the heat emanating from her crotch through her pants as she lightly rubbed against my abs. We heard the knock on the door signaling we were halfway done, and she pulled her face from mine.
“I want to get your cock in my mouth.”
“We don’t have time for that,” I told her. There was no way she was going to get me hard and leave me that way to walk back outside with a noticeable snake in my pants.
“I want to fuck you,” she said forcefully.
“What do you want me to do about that?” I laughed, putting her back on her feet.
“Come to my room tonight. 532.”
“Look… Alexa doesn’t even want me in here with you for seven minutes. If she found out I fucked you, she would be pretty pissed. I don’t even want to think what she would do to you.”
“So wait ‘til she’s asleep. 532. I’ll fuck you bareback, and I can deep throat.”
She was doing her best to sell this, but this was nothing I wasn’t already getting from Ashley whenever I wanted. Pulling my head down to hers, she kissed me again, allowing one of her hands to find my cock over my pants and squeeze it somewhat hard. There was no denying it – I absolutely wanted to fuck Megan. I just didn’t want to get in trouble with Alexa, and she was clearly agitated by this girl’s presence.
“I’ll think about it,” I told her.
“I’ll do whatever you want to do,” she kissed me again.
We walked out of the closet, and I once again rejoined the circle.
Ashley was up next, and she landed on me. Back in I went without a break – I felt like I was going to lose my buzz from the alcohol. Ashley wasted no time, dropping to her knees before the closet door was even closed. Pulling my cock out, she smacked it into her cheek a few times, encouraging me to get hard. I wasn’t completely flaccid after my encounter with Megan, and it wasn’t long before Ashley was taking me all the way in, pulling at my ass to make sure she get every last millimeter into her mouth. Her tongue was hanging out, drool dripping down onto my balls and our clothes. I was letting her do her thing for a while, until we heard a knock on the door. I told her we either needed to pick up the pace or stop. She pulled off me, apologizing.
“I think I’m kinda drunk,” she laughed.
“It’s alright, sweety,” I told her, pulling her up from her knees and wiping the spit from her chin. “I have no doubt you’ll figure out a way to make it up to me.”
“So did that Megan girl try anything in here?”
“Do you want to know or does Alexa?” I laughed.
“Well Alexa does, but I’m curious too. She’s good looking,” Ashley commented.
“Ya… she definitely wants to fuck, too.”
“Are you going to?”
“I don’t know… I don’t want to piss Alexa off, and I did come here to spend the weekend with her.”
“Ya… I wouldn’t do it, Rob. Not worth it,” she agreed.
We struggled to get my still hard cock back in my jeans, and left the closet when our time was up. Bill had finally gotten his way and made people agree to play something that would get more alcohol into him. We played some fingers and more card games, and it was only an hour and a bit later that a few people started to leave, clearly too drunk to continue. Alexa had passed out on her bed, and I lifted her up so Ashley could help me put her under the covers. Even despite the noise, Alexa seemed to be out like a light. We kept the games going, and eventually everyone had left back to their rooms. Bill called a cab because he didn’t want to have to half-carry Erin back to their motel room, and Ashley got into bed beside Alexa. She asked if I was going to join them, but there really wasn’t much room. I told her I was going to the bathroom and that I’d be right back. I went and did my business, returning to the room. Ashley had sprawled over the small amount of room I would have squeezed into, and neither of the girls seemed to be waking up from light shaking. I left the garbage can by the bed and decided to go see what this Megan girl could really do. I was a little drunk myself, so it took me a couple minutes to find the room. I knocked on the wrong door a couple times on the way, but finally was greeted by the redhead wearing nothing at all.
“I was wondering if you were going to come,” she said, pulling me into her room and locking the door behind me.
My hands found her breasts in the darkness of the room. I spun her around, pulling the small of her back into my groin and roughly grasping her small, pert tits.
“Show me what you can do,” I told her, allowing her to lead me to her bed. She fortunately had a small, single room, so we didn’t have to worry about any roommate waking up.
Turning her desk lamp on for some light, she pulled the covers of her bed up and pushed on my hips to get me to sit down. Straddling me, she ground her wet pussy on my shirt, allowing me to take her nipples into my mouth, lightly chewing and pulling on them as her hips bucked into me repeatedly. Lifting her up, I dropped her on her bed on the back, before taking my clothes off. Megan sat up on the bed, running her hands over my abs before taking my cock in her hand and bringing me to her mouth. She spit on my cock, rubbing it into the length, before jerking me slowly and allowing my head to enter her mouth. She was giving me a sweet, delicate blowjob, but that’s not why I had come to her room.
“You said you can deep throat?” I reminded her.
She pulled at my cock, trying to jam more into her mouth, but she was having a hard time not gagging as my cockhead tried to invade her throat.
“Want some help?” I asked, grabbing either side of her head and trying to push my cock down her throat.
Her hands immediately pushed against my thighs as I could feel her throat closing repeatedly in panic around me. I allowed her to breathe, before lifting her up and placing her with her head over the edge of the bed. Putting my cock back in her mouth, I held her head still as I forced myself once again into her throat. She coughed and spit flew out of her mouth, dripping down her nose and forehead, matting her hair. One final push, met with a lot of resistance, and my balls were resting against the soupy mess on her face. I held her arms down, relishing the feeling for a few seconds, before allowing her up, tears joining the spit on her face.
“I knew you could do it,” I smiled.
Megan returned the smile weakly, before returning to giving me her sensual blowjob.
“How rough do you normally like getting fucked?” I asked her, causing her to look up into my eyes.
“Some guys like to spank me a little and maybe pull my hair a bit,” she answered, returning to my cock like a popsicle.
“It’s gonna be worse than that,” I laughed lightly, grabbing her hair and pulling her away from my cock.
I forced her onto the bed, climbing on behind her and pushing my cock into her tight pussy. She moaned into her sheets as I started to furiously pound my aggression into her. I slapped her ass roughly and repeatedly, making sure to hit the same spots on each cheek over and over. I could hear her squeak in between the moans as I fucked deeply into her and slapped her ass until it was as red as her hair. Flipping her over, I choked her roughly with one hand, pinching and squeezing her nipples with the other. I could feel her struggling to take each breath as my cock slowly pumped in and out of her. The squelching noise of our sex was the only thing that could be heard. I felt her wrap one hand and the other around my hand on her throat, and I eased my grip so she could breathe in deep.
“You like that cock?”
“Yes!” She squealed as I picked up my rhythm once more.
“Are you a slut?” I asked, grabbing her shoulders for leverage to increase my pace.
“Yes!” she screamed this time.
Clamping a hand over her mouth, I pushed until I felt myself bottom out in her, ignoring her squirming from the pain. Biting her nipples one at a time, I could feel her writhing underneath me, trying to get away from my sadistic pleasures.
“Do you want to stop?” I asked her, not removing my hand from her mouth.
She shook her head no, but I could hear her trying to say something. Ignoring her, I sat up and told her to suck my cock again. She quickly spun around, taking me in her mouth, as I pulled her pussy towards me. Ignoring her pussy for the time being, I licked my fingers and started to poke around her asshole, pushing forcefully with my thumb. I felt her pause with just the head of my cock in her mouth and reached down to push the back of her head, indicating for her to continue. Sticking my thumb in to the first knuckle, I felt her entire body tense.
“Just relax,” I told her, gently licking her clit to encourage her to follow my direction.
When she started to suck my cock again, I pushed further in, until my thumb was as far in as it could go. Working this in and out for a minute while I sucked her clit, I felt her body start to quiver as she came very quietly. I waited until she resumed her action on my cock before I removed my thumb from her asshole and asked her if she had ever done anal.
“No. I think it’d hurt with you,” she said, before continuing to swirl her tongue around my cockhead.
She was absolutely right – I would probably make this petite girl bawl her eyes out. I looked at the clock and noticed I had been gone about thirty minutes to this point, so I told her to get on top of me. She straddled my cock, and slowly began to lift her legs up and down. I grabbed her hips, holding her in the air, and started to quickly thrust up into her. I was getting tired, and desperately felt the need to cum, so I flipped her over and started to push into her as fast as I could. It took a few moments, but I finally felt that tingle, and buried myself in her, collapsing on top of her as I emptied my load into her hot pussy. After I caught my breath, I slowly pulled out of her, allowing my still hard cock to flop onto her pussy as I kneeled above her.
“Don’t say a fucking word,” I told her, leaning down to kiss her.
“I won’t,” Megan answered, tugging my cock again.
I removed her hand, and stood up, clothing myself again. I made my way back to Alexa’s room and shook each girl to see if either of them was responsive. Alexa was dead to the world, but Ashley stirred a little.
“What’s up, babe?” she groggily mumbled.
“I’m going to have a shower. Want to come with me?” I asked, smiling at her as she looked at me and wiped her eyes.
“Does Robby need me?” she laughed, rolling off the bed and finding her towel in the dark.
“Robby needs you,” I answered, grabbing my towel and quickly walking down the hall to the showe, leading Ashley by the hand.
We didn’t even wait to see if the water was hot, or bother closing the curtain. I bent her over, and furiously began licking and fingering her asshole.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asked, turning her head to try to see me.
“Nothing… I fucked that Megan girl. I wanted you and Alexa, but you were both out cold. I need this ass,” I told her, slapping her ass roughly causing water to splash everywhere.
“Are you gonna tell Alexa?” she asked me, spreading her ass cheeks for me as I pushed my cock gently into her tight asshole.
“I don’t know,” I grunted. “You guys were both unconscious, and I needed to cum,” I explained.
“I’m not mad,” she laughed, quickly turning into a moan.
Once her asshole seemed stretched enough to accommodate me, I began to roughly push in and out, the slaps of our skin echoing throughout the entire room. I fucked faster and faster, and felt myself ready to cum again a few minutes later. Pulling out of her, she instinctively turned around, kneeling down and taking me into her mouth to accept my cum. We got out of the shower, toweled off, and went back to Alexa’s room, curling up together on her roommate’s bed.
---
“Rob, wake up,” Alexa shook me awake.
My eyes opened, slowly adjusting to the brightness of the daylight coming through the window. I stretched in the bed, feeling Ashley curled up behind me.
“How’re you feeling?” I asked her, grinning.
“Surprisingly good,” she answered, pulling me to my feet. “Wanna get some breakfast?”
I turned to wake Ashley, but Alexa told me to let her sleep. We went downstair, eating a big breakfast, and then getting more food and returning upstairs. Ashley was awake when we returned.
“There you guys are. I tried calling you, but you both left your phones in here.”
“We got you some breakfast,” I told her, putting a muffin and some fruit on the desk beside the bed.
“So… you two had fun last night?” Alexa smiled from her bed.
“Well someone decided to drink too much, especially considering she’s barely five feet tall,” I sat down beside her, putting my arm around her.
“What do you guys want to do today?” Alexa asked. “We could go see a movie, or just hang out here.”
“I’m good with whatever,” I told her, looking at Ashley for her answer.
“We could see a movie, ya,” Ashley said.
I texted Bill to let him know our plans, and he responded that they would meet us at the theater. While Alexa went to the bathroom, Ashley asked me if I had told her about Megan.
“No. I don’t know if I’m going to,” I answered.
“Probably a good idea,” she told me, putting her arms around my waist and kissing my chest.
---
We got back from the movie, and I told the girls I was going to have a nap since I hadn’t slept much in the last couple nights. I went to bed alone in the room, but woke up only an hour later to nipples being rubbed on both sides of my face.
“You guys can’t let a guy sleep?” I yawned.
“I want to play,” Alexa told me, rubbing my cock through the blankets.
“Ashley’s not good enough?” I laughed.
“She’s plenty good. I need to play with a real cock, though, sweety,” she smiled at me. “Besides, she isn’t exactly able to move right now.”
I turned to look at Ashley and noticed that, while her breasts were pressed against the side of my face when I woke up, her hands and ankles were cuffed into a bar that looked like it was designed to force someone to spread their legs. It did not look in the least bit comfortable. To top it off, Alexa had put a ball gag in her mouth, a blindfold over her eyes, and plugs in her ears.
“Jesus, babe,” I started laughing. “Where the fuck do you get these ideas?”
“The Internet,” Alexa smiled. “Want to play with my toy?”
“I wanna play with you,” I got off the bed, pulling her with me, and picking her up.
Kissing her deeply, I allowed her to massage my tongue with hers, before breaking off our kiss.
“What did you have in mind for Ashley?” I laughed. There wasn’t a whole lot we hadn’t already done with this girl, or so I thought.
“Well, I have some things… I’d like to see how much she can take.”
“Things?” I asked. “Care to be more specific?”
“Wait here,” she smiled, going into her closet.
How she had anything go unnoticed in her closet with all the people going in and out of it the night before was beyond me. She returned with two small duffel bags, dumping the contents on the bed beside Ashley. There were clamps, candles, rope, more gags, her strap-on, and another half-dozen dildos of various thickness and length. The one that stood out was the double-ended dildo that was two feet long.
“Have you actually used that?” I asked her, picking it up and chuckling as it flopped over in my hand.
“Not yet. I just got it a couple weeks ago. I want to see how much she can deep throat. Babe, do me a favor and go get some ice from the lounge?”
I quickly put some clothes on, and went to get the ice. When I returned, Ashley had been removed from the bar, but she was still blind and deaf to almost everything. Alexa was in the closet again, and told me to put the ice on her desk and get hard. Coming out of the closet, she was wearing knee-high leather boots and nothing else.
“Holy shit,” I stared at my girlfriend. I looked up and noticed she had a riding crop in her teeth.
“You like?” she asked, taking the crop from her mouth.
“You look unbelievably sexy,” I told her.
We got Ashley onto her hands and knees, before Alexa told me to take the ball gag out of her mouth. I did as she asked, standing back again.
“Feed her your cock, baby,” she told me.
I kneeled on the bed in front of Ashley, putting my cock to her mouth. Her lips parted to allow me in, and she did her best to move her neck and take me further in. Alexa took this moment to roughly slap Ashley’s ass with the crop, eliciting a groan around my cock. Leaning over to kiss me, Alexa whipped Ashley again, pinching her nipple at the same time. Three more quick whips followed, and I could feel Ashley’s drool dripping down my legs. I watched as Alexa took a butt plug and roughly forced it into Ashley’s asshole. The deep moan she let out vibrated my entire cock and felt amazing. Handing me the enormous double-ended dildo, Alexa told me to see how much she could take. I removed my cock from Ashley’s mouth, quickly replacing it with the pink behemoth.
“As far as she can take it. When she gags, take it out,” Alexa directed me.
I pushed it in, the dildo effortlessly sliding down her well-worn throat. At about halfway, I saw her tense a little. One more inch caused her to retch, and I quickly pulled the dildo out, showing Alexa how much Ashley had taken.
“Damn, this girl can suck a dick,” I laughed, Alexa nodding in agreement.
I replaced my cock in her mouth, and allowed her to suck gently on the tip, while Alexa lightly whipped her legs and lower back with the crop. Alexa reached into the bucket of ice and pulled a couple cubes out. Handing one to me, she asked me to help flip Ashley onto her back. Once we did, she started gently teasing Ashley’s clit with her cube. I followed suit, delicately brushing her nipples with my own cube. Unfortunately, we couldn’t use the candles in the dorm, but Alexa told me she would figure out a way to use them in the future. I noticed Ashley beginning to moan more and looked down to see Alexa between her legs, working a small dildo in to her pussy and licking her clit.
“Fuck her mouth, babe. Every hole stuffed,” she grinned wickedly at me.
I squatted above Ashley, allowing her mouth to find my cock once more, before kneeling and dropping more of my meat into her mouth. Alexa had put on her strap-on and was hammering Ashley’s pussy as fast as she could, giving me a lot of pleasurable sensations with each moan. All of the physical and visual stimulations had me near orgasm, and I told Alexa I was going to explode soon.
“Come here, sweety,” she smiled at me, curling one finger in the air to beckon me towards her.
Removing myself from Ashley’s mouth, I stood on the bed, walking down until I was in front of my girlfriend. Taking me in her mouth, Alexa pushed as far as she could onto my cock, before I felt her unceremoniously shove a finger into my ass and begin to rub my prostate. I almost lost my balance from the sudden incredible orgasm that overtook me, and I had to hold her head to keep from falling over. I filled Alexa’s mouth with my cum, and could see her holding it in her mouth, presenting it to me as my cock fell from its previous home. Pulling me down towards her, she kissed me, pushing my own cum into my mouth and massaging it around with her tongue. I was surprised how it didn’t taste incredibly repulsive like I had imagined. Removing her mouth from mine, some of my cum dripped down her lips.
“Swallow it,” she encouraged me, wiping what cum she could find back into her mouth with her finger and showing me how much she liked it.
I did as she said, and was shocked at how not disgusted I felt. Alexa decided to end our play here, pulling her strap-on out of Ashley’s soaked pussy. I noticed she left the butt plug in, before standing up and taking my hand to help me off her bed. Taking Ashley’s earplugs out, and then removing her blindfold, she offered her hand to Ashley next, helping her sit up.
“That was amazing,” Ashley smiled, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the light.
I held the double-ended dildo in front of her.
“You took about this much in,” I told her, showing her how much had gone into her mouth and throat.
“Holy shit… I was wondering what that was. It was thinner than you, but when I felt a lot of it in my throat I couldn’t help it… I thought I was gonna throw up.”
“You did great,” Alexa smiled, kissing her tenderly.
“Thank you, mistress,” Ashley smiled back at her, love in her eyes.
“You are to keep that plug in your ass until you get back tomorrow night. After that it’s up to Rob to tell you when you should have it in.”
“What if I need to… you know?” Ashley asked.
“Well, take it out, then put it back in after,” Alexa answered, laughing.
---
The rest of our night was pretty tame in comparison – we didn’t drink much, and slept reasonably early in the evening to catch up on all the sleep we had missed lately. In the morning, I went to have a shower while Alexa and Ashley were still asleep. I couldn’t help but notice that Megan was in one of the stalls, as I glimpsed her red hair through the gap between the wall and curtain. Putting my towel beside hers, I poked my head in through her curtain.
“Need a hand?” I smiled, startling her.
“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.”
“I’ve got something I thought you’d like,” I told her, stepping into the shower and closing the curtain behind me. I had morning wood, and smacked it into one of my hands with the other, showing her my present.
I pressed lightly on her shoulders, encouraging her to get on her knees and take me into her mouth. She worked methodically on me, and it wasn’t long before I felt my balls boiling and ready to explode. I pulled her mouth from my cockhead, aiming my cock at her forehead and painting her with my load. I allowed her to wash it from her face, and quickly washed myself. Bending to kiss her, I thanked her, and asked for her discretion once more.
“I won’t… are you gonna visit Alexa again this year?”
“I dunno yet,” I answered.
I found out that she lived about an hour from my parents when not in school. While we toweled ourselves dry, I gave her my number. I told her to wait a couple days and text me and just say something that wouldn’t give away who it was, just in case someone else was reading my texts. I kissed her one last time, and said I would see her again for sure.
---
After we ate breakfast, Alexa walked us to the bus stop, saying goodbye and kissing me passionately one final time before we left. Erin and Ashley slept most of the way back, which gave Bill and I time to talk. I told him about the redhead, and that she fancied herself a bit of a freak, though she was not as experienced as she probably believed. He agreed it was a good idea to not tell Alexa about that, and we laughed about the whole situation. I told him that I’d had a conversation with Erin in the closet, and he agreed that he really cared about her and didn’t want to fuck things up with her. We played cards the rest of the train ride back to town, happy with how our weekend turned out. |
Title: 13] Evening Train
Tags: True Story, Boy / Boy, Gay, Interracial, Mature, Romance, Young
Introduction:
A true story from my history.
Content:
EVENING TRAIN.
As usual the line at the ticket counter was quite long. But today I was not in the bored and jaded mood that had become my normal reaction to this daily event. Reaching the station and getting a ticket for my ride home every day, had soon palled and had become a somewhat blasé ritual.
Today the difference was that, a few feet in front of me stood a very attractive boy. He was slim and of medium height with a fresh looking face devoid of any trace of moustache or beard. He was dressed in a rather tight tee shirt that showed a shapely chest and a flat stomach. A clinging pair of jeans covered his lower body but unlike many of the other young men in the queue he was not wearing the modern low hip kind that exposed the top of his buns but hid the rest of the bottom in sagging folds. His jeans were pulled up to the correct level at the waist and delineated the shape of his neat backside ensuring it was clearly visible. And it was a neat bum that he carried; it swelled in a tight and compact bulge from the top of his legs, not large and heavy, but just of the right size to nestle comfortably in someone’s hands.
As we slowly moved forward to the ticket counter I could barely take my eyes off him. There was something very enticing in the way his body moved. The play of his muscles beneath the revealing clothes was symmetry in motion. I did my best to keep anyone from noticing my lingering glances and kept hoping that he was going in the same direction that I was. If this was so then I could at least feast my eyes on a nice body for a little while. Having been newly posted to this city I was still without any friends or acquaintances, and other than my office colleagues had no one to speak to or to have any interaction with.
After the boy purchased his ticket he moved on to the platform and stood towards the front edge waiting for the next train. I was careful to position myself close behind him so I could get into the same compartment.
When the train eventually pulled in to the platform it was not too hard for me to be close behind the boy as we were willy nilly pushed forward by those crowding behind us. Anyone who has travelled on a local suburban train in Mumbai India, will know just how crowded they can be and how a passenger is forced to stand in close proximity to others. It was quite easy for me to make sure I was standing directly behind the boy as the train started.
The shoving crowd and the jerky motions of the train, as it began to move forward caused us to be pushed and shoved so close to each other that I could feel his buttocks pressed against my crotch. He did not seem to be bothered by this; it was a common occurrence on these trains. As the train gathered speed and the motion of the carriages fell into a regular rhythm I could feel my prick harden a little.
He evidently felt this as well though he gave no outward sign. In a few moments he started to clench and relax his butt cheeks and pressed his whole body back against me hardening my cock even more that before. It was very clear he was also enjoying the sensations.
I had no idea if he was alighting before me or if his stop was after mine so I just enjoyed the proximity of a nubile body and the feelings his pert hard bum caused by pressing against my hard member. Today’s ride was indeed better than all the previous ones. And much to my astonishment it was going to get much, much better.
As the train jerked forward and back we were pressed even closer and closer together by the passengers on the footboard and clinging on to the handles near the door fighting their way into the compartment. He continued to flex and release his butt cheeks causing me to get so hard I thought my dick would burst the zip of my jeans. Suddenly he slipped his hand between us and pressed his backward facing palm to my distended cock. He lightly curled his fingers feeling the shape and size of it. This almost brought me to ejaculation, it had been quite a long time since I had another person touch me intimately.
As the train jerked to a stop I realised that my station was the next and reluctantly had move away from the boy and begin to push my way towards the exit. The crowd was such that I could only fight my way to the exit without knowing if the boy had noticed my departure. When the train reached my station and I had struggled and fought my way out of the compartment against the tide of inflowing humanity and was finally standing on the platform I turned around to try to catch a last glimpse of my travelling companion. Of course I knew in my mind that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever that I would actually be able to see through the mass of bodies that were between us.
Imagine my surprise and delight to find that he had also alighted and was standing a few feet away looking at me. We smiled at each other. And in that smile I could read an invitation, a recognition and a bonding that made me understand in an instant that I had found something of value in this crowded city. |
Title: 13 LOVE DOVE LOVE SHOVE
Tags: True Story, Coercion, Gay, Male / Female Teens, Plumper, Romance, Young
Introduction:
Just sit back and enjoy the ride!
Content:
28 CARING BUT STARING
"Mama, I miss Jeff so much."
Compassionately, "Maria, you never answer his phone calls."
"I get scared when I see his phone number pop up."
"Why don't you call him, sweetheart?"
"He needs to apologized first."
"I think he has been trying real hard."
"Oh, must you make me more miserable!"
Handing Maria the phone, "This can get you out of your misery." Maria stares at the phone endlessly. Finally Sonya enters Jeff's number as Maria keeps staring at the phone in her hand. She jumps as she hears a ring in the earpiece. "Put the phone by your ear, dear." Slowly Maria does, only to hear a recorded message.
Crying, "Oh, he's not home."
"Leave a message, Maria," but she quickly hangs up, crying harder.
29 PAIN RAIN
Logan's parents nearly faint hearing Logan painfully tell his story. After he apologizes to Jeff profusely, his mother asserts, "You must never see Alex again."
His father adds, "You never can be trusted with Jeff again. We will take you to a psychiatrist to change your desires. Now go to your room."
Jeff thinks this will make matters worse. He empathizes with Logan--how alone he now feels. Somberly he requests, "Please don't forget that your son usually is wonderful." They hear Jeff's pain despite his soft, soothing words, becoming amazed that he could be so loving.
Sean softly asks Jeff, "Will you be OK if you go to the car now?" Jeff nods and goes.
Sean takes a moment to look Logan's parents in the eyes compassionately, "Your son's in a lot of pain too. What about you?"
They look at each other, hold hands, as they fight off tears. Sean sits quietly. When they look at Sean again, he says, "I'll find my way out. Please spend some time now with your son. Let him say whatever he needs to. And please, love him more than ever."
They look at each other somberly, nodding in agreement. They turn to Sean, "Thank you so much."
30 PAIN DRAIN
No words find a way to their lips. When they get back home, with all energy zapped out of Jeff, "Sean, I feel so dirty. I hate Logan."
Slowly putting his arm around Jeff, making sure Jeff could handle touch, "I hear you, Son."
Jeff doesn't respond, sitting there lifelessly. After a long while, "I hate him so much."
"No wonder, my son."
Slowly Jeff looks up, "You called me 'son'."
"I feel like you're my blood. I hurt when you hurt."
More softly, "Thank you, Sean."
"You're welcome, Son."
Sean picks up Jeff's lifeless body, carries him to the large recliner, sits down, lays Jeff on his lap, and reclines. Jeff lays his head on Sean's shoulder, "Thanks, Dad."
An hour later, Rachel finds them in the some position. "Who died?"
Still somber, "Our son."
"What?"
"Jeff."
"I see," as Rachel sees Jeff barely breathing.
After dinner, that Jeff did not come for, he walks slowly to Rachel, "I love you, Mom."
"I love you, Jeff. I'm worried about you."
"Sit with me in the big recliner."
"That's Sean's seat, but sure."
After another hour of lifelessness, "Mom, I need to tell you something."
"OK, young man."
"I don't feel like a man anymore."
"I see."
Bursting into tears, "Logan tried to rape me."
Rachel feels like she hits the ceiling but finds Jeff safely in her arms in the recliner. Softly, "What!"
Uninterrupted, Jeff tells the whole story without emotion.
Rachel's tears quietly flow through it all. "It's terrific you could say such a kind thing to Logan's parents."
"Yeah, but I despise him now."
"Me too."
"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
"Sure, I'll sleep with Sean."
"No, Mom. I need you."
"Of course."
"Can we go now?"
"Yes, precious."
31 GAY TODAY
"Sweetie, you're to young to think you're gay. Oh, Logan, my love."
"Mom, I see gorgeous girls and that's all they are--gorgeous. I see gorgeous boys and my jet engine rages."
"Please don't say that dear."
"Mom, Alex has been so good for me. Please don't take him away. You could see yourself how much happier I became when we became friends."
"I see my dreams for you exploding in my face. But I don't want to hurt you. If I ever fail to love you, Logan, please know I won't give up."
"Thanks Mom. I'll try to be patient. I feel like a backpack full of books came off already. But please don't let dad bring me to a shrink."
"I'm sure we can find one that can make you like girls."
"I wish. But I hear it doesn't work like that. I'm just terrified that my penis won't ever work right."
Thinking, "Oh my! The 'p' word," she tries to smile, "Oh you're so young. It's not suppose to work yet."
32 PLAY BALL OR CRAWL
Barely getting the words off his lips, "Morning, Mom. Come back."
"Oh Jeff, I need to get ready for work. Let me walk you over to Sean's room."
"Thanks Mom."
... "Good morning, Jeff. You're dressed already!"
"I guess I never took my clothes off last night."
"Come to Daddy."
Still lifeless, Jeff cuddles close to Sean.
"Why don't you go to the bathroom, Jeff. Then we'll cuddle again."
"I can wait. You know, ever since God spoke through me, terrible things keep happening to me."
"Yes, my father says that happens often. Spiritual warfare."
"I don't understand."
"Well, let's say you're playing dodge ball. If you get into the thick of battle you're likely to get hit. If you stay back, playing it safe, you probably wouldn't get hit."
"So I should play it safe."
"Well, if you play it safe, you really aren't even playing the game."
"That's true. Well, what's that got to do with me now?"
"You've been getting closer to God. So that makes you a target in spiritual dodge ball."
"I don't like this game. I'm mad at God."
"I can relate."
With signs of life returning for the first time, "You can! What happened to you?"
"You."
Actually raising his voice, "Hey! What are you talking about?"
"Well, before starting to coach your baseball team, I got into a real cozy lifestyle. How nice not to get hurt. Roxanne saw how my lifestyle slowly would kill me like a cancer. She managed to get me to crawl out of my shell onto your ballfield. Think of the grief Fred caused me, and Alex, ... and you!"
"You weasel!"
"But I wouldn't have traded it for the world! I'm so thankful."
Sighing in relief, "Thanks, Sean."
"Just think, I get to marry your mom, by putting up with you." Jeff starts pounding Sean. Sean can't hold back the laughter any longer. Soon Jeff laughs so hard that it hurts.
"I think you just soiled yourself."
"No I didn't."
"Jeff, I know what I smell."
"Stop Sean!"
"Please let me bring you to the bathroom."
Jeff curls up into a ball. Sean gently picks him up, carries him to the john, and sits him down. Suddenly everything gushes out. Jeff desperately clings onto Sean. Sean flushes the toilet, but lets Jeff keep holding him.
After cleaning up, "Say Jeff, how about we go to the Birch Aquarium today?"
"You gotta work."
"Who cares!"
Getting sad, "No, I still feel so dirty."
"Oh, you wanna shower?"
Jeff smiles, "I'd love too! ... I'm scared!"
"I understand. You can crawl back into your cocoon. You'll turn into a butterfly some other day."
33 DARE CARE
Trying to hide his nervousness, "Hello. I'm Fred. Is Cindy home?"
"Oh yes, you're the boy Cindy talked with at the beach. She will be happy to see you. Won't you come in."
Real sweet, "Hi Fred. I think about you every day."
"You do?! I mean, hi Cindy!"
"You're so much like my Daddy."
"I am?"
"Yes. My mom says he used to be rough and gruff. When he fell in love with her he changed completely. Then she fell in love with him."
"Wow, but I changed before meeting you."
"But I saw how you bullied everyone in school. I saw how you changed. I fell in love with you but never dared to tell you. I couldn't believe my eyes when you showed up at Black's Beach."
"I didn't think anyone could love me. I couldn't get you off my mind this week. But I didn't think to get your phone number. But I managed to find out where you live. Then I got too scared to come. Each day I would start walking over and then chicken out. Yesterday I tried four times. I prayed when I got scared this morning. Then it wasn't so bad anymore."
Totally sweet, "Do you plan to go to the beach tomorrow?"
"Cindy, I don't know if I dare again."
"Why don't you go with us?"
"Really?! I'd love to! Don't let me change my mind. But don't you need to ask your mom?"
"I already did. You want to see my computer games?"
"Sure." |
Title: 13 months
Tags: Fantasm, Authoritarian, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Incest, Pregnant, Stockholm Syndrome, Written by women
Introduction:
Captured
Content:
13 Months…it was thirteen months in captivity, now finally in the sanctity of my permanent home.
We have lost one in our family; do not know if he is still alive…hope so. But we have also added three more to our family.
Thirteen months ago, my husband, our two children, and myself were two months into what we perceived as a humanitarian mission. The mission precipitated by an unexpected windfall when we had won a portion of a large lottery the year before. In our narcissist nativity, we thought we could help change the world. So off we all went with the intent of helping in a war torn area of the world. We thought the good guys had finally taken control of their surroundings.
We were wrong.
The village we were in was over run by the opposition. It happened in the middle of the night. They busted into our house, dragging each of us out of bed and into the main room. They were not gentle and they all were well armed. Never even let us cover up other than what we had gone into bed with. My husband in shorts, same for our son, I had on a very light nightdress with nothing-on underneath. Our daughter, still a teenager, only had an oversize tee shirt.
Our puritanical overzealous thoughts of modesty were instantly dashed as a large, coarse, dirty, mean man walked right up to me and reached for the top of my nightdress. I instinctively raised my hands to resist. The man backhanded me so hard it rattled my teeth…and in one movement, my dress was on the floor. My naked body was now on display to everyone in the room…including my children.
Seconds later…Sara, our teenage daughter, was sharing the same fate.
Worse yet, the guy that tore Sara’s shirt off, was now was fondling her young breasts…making approving motions towards his companions.
She tried to pull away, a look of desperation on her face. The offender just clamped her breast pulling her towards him.
I was not spared…two hands came from behind me and grabbed my breasts just as the attacker emitted a grunting laugh. Then one hand slipped off of a breast and slid straight down to my exposed privates. Two fingers immediately violated me, sticking them deep within my vagina.
I tried to wriggle free, but was rewarded by another hard slap to the face and hard twisting squeeze of my breast.
My husband made a move in an attempt to come to either my or our daughter’s rescue…a rifle butt to his head laid him out on the floor.
At that moment…I knew that Sara and I were going to get raped. My god…Sara was still a virgin.
But…it was obvious that she would not be shortly. The guy accosting her already had his pants pulled down. The SOB had what looked like a summer sausage hanging between his legs and the most sinister smile I had ever seen.
Sara’s eyes were wide with fear, tears forming at the corners as she started to cry. She looked at me as if I was able to stop the impending event. I was powerless, all that I could do is give her a look of reassurance and love, hoping we all will recover.
The guy grabbed Sara’s neck, spinning her around and on top of the dinning room table. Her legs flailing as her attacker stepped between them. The sausage between his legs no longer was hanging, but hard as a baseball bat, pointing straight out, zeroing in on my daughter’s virginity. Still holding her by the throat he stepped forward the tip of his penis spreading the folds of Sara’s virgin privates.
The touch elicited a sharp reaction from Sara, her body arched upward in an attempt to move. But the strong hand on her throat prevented her from moving away…her body flattened slightly. His penis penetrated half way in…my daughter was no longer a virgin. She whimpered uncontrollably.
The bastard just kept humping; forcing his penis all the way in…Sara’s hymen broke, the obvious bloody discharge seeping between the thug’s penis and the folds of her vagina.
The whole time this was going on, the guy with his now three fingers shoved up in me was pushing them in and out of me while squeezing one breast in sequence with his finger thrusts.
Glancing at my son, he was staring at his sister as she was getting pummeled. I felt sorry for him…but…his shorts were sticking straight out. He had a hard on!
Worse yet…those fingers thrusting in and out of me were now four of them and my vagina was not offering much resistance. I was wet!
I quickly looked down at my husband…guilt streaking through me. He was still out cold.
The scene was surreal, broken only when the guy forcefully fornicating my daughter started grunting loudly. Grabbing her by the hips as he stabbed her hard with his rigid penis. He came in her…emptying himself with multiple convulsing movements.
Sara was just crying softly, she had no control.
The rapist pulled out, Sara’s vagina stretched open. A pinkish stream of liquid flowed out of her exposed hole.
Her attacker dragged a couple of fingers through the goop seeping from Sara’s vagina and displayed with pride the result, saying something in a language I did not understand. They all broke out in a laugh.
One guy now turned his attention towards me, making a step towards me while unbuckling his pants.
Oh shit…now it’s my turn…
But all of a sudden the door burst open and what apparently was a ringleader strolled in.
The guy fondling me immediately came out from behind me and the rest of them all formed a line.
The boss guy did a quick look at all of us and then walked to the table placing his hand under my whimpering daughter’s head slowly helping her stand up. A rivulet of cum and blood ran down her leg.
He looked at me and then said in perfect English, “I will personally apologize for my men…they are ignorant as to how to handle the spoils of war”.
He looked down at my husband and then ordered a couple of men to carry him out. That was thirteen months ago, we have not seen him since.
He then ordered the rest of the men out. I thought for a fleeting second that this man might have a shred of decency in him. That was not the case as I reached down to grab my nightdress he put his hand out.
“No need…I like women naked…both of you. Make me something to eat”. He ordered.
“But…” I started, but was met with anger coming from his eyes.
“You do what I say…no talking…just nod yes or no…do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Make me eggs” I nodded and went to the stove.
He then directed his attention to Sara, “Come here young woman” pointing to a spot right next to him.
She did so hesitantly.
“You too, no talking…understand?” Sara nodded.
Looking at the stream running down her leg, “You were a virgin…no?”
Sara nodded with a sad expression.
“Too bad…so sorry for you…but you cannot be one forever, and fortunately you are still ripe for your first conception”. The hair on the back of my neck rose.
Through all this my son still stood up against the wall without making a sound. It had been at least a couple of hours. Our “guest” now turned his attention to him.
“You must be the son…tell me your name, you can talk”
“John” my son hesitantly responded.
“Malek…you can call me Malek” he said as his hand rubbing softly on Sara’s naked butt cheek, “John…are you a virgin too? Like your sister was up until today?”
John shot a nervous look into my direction and then one at his sister who was being absentmindedly fondled by this guy called Malek. He lifted one of her breasts as if weighing it. Sara was cringing…
Do not know why, but my head snapped in John’s direction.
“Uh…uhm…yeah” John said almost embarrassingly.
Malek shook his head while squeezing my daughter’s breast as if he was checking the ripeness of an orange, then turned his head towards me as I placed a plate of food in front of him.
His eyes seemed liked tentacles as he eyed me from toe to chest then settling on my closely shorn pubic area. A smile…almost sinister spread across his face.
“John…with such fine opportunities so close to you…it is shame you have been deprived of loosing your virginity”, Malek gave my daughter’s breast another squeeze, patted her right ass cheek, and then dove into his food.
Sara started to back up…but Malek grabbed her hand and shook his head no.
He then pointed for me to go to the opposite side of the table from him, “go stand on the other side so I can watch your beautiful body”, he directed.
I did not take it as a compliment.
“John…stand in front of your mother…do as I say, or I will hurt your sister,” Malek went from command to a threatening tone.
John walked up to me, about a foot or so apart, his eyes casting fear and nervousness, yet he fought them from dropping to my exposed breasts.
My son had full sight of his completely nude mother; the moral dilemma was not lost on me. I felt ashamed, I felt guilt, and fear of how this will change forever my mother-son relationship. What happened next was a change that never crossed my mind in a million years.
“Mother…pull your son’s pants down” Malek directed. I hesitated…throwing a disgusting look Malek’s way.
“Do as I say, or your daughter will be squealing in pain” Malek now had her on his lap, his left arm around her, his hand squeezing her right breast. In his other hand, he had the fork he was eating with pressed against her protruding right nipple. The pain showing on her face confirmed the small drop of blood forming on the prong of the fork embedded in the side of her nipple.
I leaned forward and pulled John’s shorts down…his penis bobbed when it sprang free. I had not seen him naked since he was maybe seven years old, at least ten years ago. He was not a child anymore…at least not down there.
“John…feel your mother’s tits…good looking tits, yes?…do it!” Malek demanded.
I was flabbergasted…internally outraged at the thought. My body subconsciously leaned back away from John’s extending reach. Then I heard a painful moan from Sara…
I leaned forward, pressing my breasts into John’s hands.
“Feel them up John…” John squeezed them slightly, “no…no harder, like this.”
Malek now had both of Sara’s breasts, one in each hand, massaging them as if he was trying to milk her.
John’s hands began to copy Malek’s, only on me.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip…this cannot be happening; my son was massaging his mother’s breasts. This has to be a bad dream…but it wasn’t.
“John…tell me what they feel like…” Malek again demanded.
“Uh…uhmm…they are soft…but firm…warm…uhm” John was almost stuttering.
“Pull and twist the nipples…see if they can come out…like this”
My mouth dropped as Sara’s nipples were extended out from her areola’s well over half an inch as Malek rolled them between his thumbs and fingers. Sara had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip. She was trying to disassociate herself from our surroundings.
I almost jumped…a squeak emanating from my mouth when John gave both my nipples a tug and a twist. Sara’s hard nipples definitely came from my side of the family, much to my chagrin; my nipples did their three quarter inch stand out.
John rolled them between his fingers. I closed my eyes…trying to do the same thing as Sara was…disassociating myself from what was happening.
“Mother…you have neglected you boy too long…help him out. Massage his cock with both of your hands…” Malek again demanded…I kept my eyes closed and acted like I did not hear him.
Sara cried out in pain.
My hands reached to my son’s member.
I was startled…it was stiff…it was smooth…it almost burned my hands. I opened my eyes and looked down…my son really was a man.
If I had to, I wanted to get this over quickly. So I started jerking his penis…hoping that it would be over fast.
“Hey…hey, mother…slow down…you want it so much…you can’t hold back?” Malek yelled.
I stopped jerking and opened my eyes. Thankfully, John’s eyes were closed…but the corner of his mouth was curved slightly up. And his fingers were manipulating the entire globes of my breasts, and then sliding to the end of my nipples…as if he was milking me!
My hands were still softly squeezing my son’s penis, almost inadvertently. One of my hands even cupped his testicles as if they were on remote…I certainly was not letting myself enjoy this…no…that would be wrong…on too many levels.
Malek broke the trans, “John…kiss your mother’s tits…suck on those nipples…just like you did as a baby”.
John’s eyes popped open…almost a glaze over them. Without a hesitation of movement, I felt John’s mouth suck in the flesh of my breast. He did to both sides, around them, and then sucked in one of my nipples…I did not want to feel this way…but as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, he flicked the end with his tongue. A spark ran from my nipple to my privates…oh shit, this is wrong.
John spent minutes exploring each one…more sparks. I was afraid to look towards my daughter…afraid she might be able to detect that my sensitive nipples did not care her brother was on the end of them.
I snuck a look out of the corner of my eye…Sara was not looking at me. Malek had turned her body half way towards him and had half of my daughter’s breast in his mouth. Her head was pointed towards the ceiling eyes tightly shut…almost wincing. It hit me; she was fighting the same sparks.
Malek’s attention came back to John and I, “Mother…show your son how much you adore him…get on your knees and take him into your mouth…NOW!”
That was revolting…my nipples immediately collapsed, the sparks completed gone. I had never allowed my husband to put his penis close to my mouth…in fact, the two times that I had a penis in my mouth was when I was senior in high school. The second one cured me of wanting to do it again…because the unexpectedly hot semen that emitted from it made me gag. Now this SOB wants me to…to put my son’s penis in my mouth? No GD way…
A loud slap and then a thud came from the other end of the table. My head spun.
Sara was upside down on the table, legs draped over on side, her head dangling over the other. Malek was holding her head down by pushing her chin towards the floor. His other hand was unbuckling his pants.
“Do it…or I will rape your daughter’s throat so violently, you will never hear her same voice again”. His ugly penis sprung from his groin slapping Sara across her face. The terror in her eyes made me drop to the floor.
I held John’s penis…closed my eyes, and then slowly wrapped my mouth around it.
Again…thinking that quicker is better; I slid half of it in before it reached the back of my throat. The head hit my tonsils and I gagged…this was going to be hard. I pulled off, just for a moment.
“Tell your son how you love his cock…tell him, I want to hear it.” Malek ordered.
“I…I…love your member…John”…I quietly stammered.
“No!” Malek screamed, “In these very words…I love your cock son, and I want to swallow it…say it now!”
“I love your cock son…and I want to swallow it” I said with spite as looked over towards the bastard.
He had is ugly cock embedded into Sara’s face, her mouth stretched around it’s thick beam. Her face was bright red and sparkles of snot burped from her nostrils as Malek slowing thrust in and out. I could see Sara’s throat expand where the end of his dick went in and out of her neck.
Oh…I felt for her…but she was not struggling…so…how could she do that? My god, his dick is all the way down her throat…his testicles were slapping her from her nose to forehead.
My hand was squeezing my son’s testicles…almost in rhythm to Maleks slow thrusting. What the fuck was I doing…
“ Suck you son’s dick…mother…maybe your daughter can teach you something”. The Malek laughed.
I took John’s penis back into my mouth. Slowly in and out, first stopping just at the back of the throat, then a little past. Had a small gag reflex…then a little deeper, slightly more of a gag. Then a little deeper but this time I did not let the head come all the way out of my throat. That worked, only a minor gag, managed to relax my throat more. In and out a few more times until my nose was burying itself into John’s pubic bone, his pubic hair tickling my nostrils.
I realized…John’s hard; slick, smooth dick was now embedded well past my mouth. With one hand massaging John’s testicles, I touched my throat with the other…I could feel his cock stretching my larynx at the bottom of my neck.
Necessity is the mother of invention…now to finish this. I worked it all the way in and then all the way out, my tongue lapping the entire length. Sweet nectar strung from the eye of my son’s cock head to my tongue. The taste, the flavor, the texture, seemed to cause a reaction deep within my female parts. I could feel the flow of juices moving in my vagina. Oh my!…this was way, way wrong…try not to give way to lust…just get the job done.
John was trying to help now; he was thrusting in a synchronizing movement to my bobbing head.
Then I felt him stiffen…Oh shit! Oh no! My brain raced back twenty years…that awful semen…that goop.
Too late…his cock pulsed, a spray of hot substance shot down my throat. I could feel it all the way into my stomach. But it was ok…maybe that is the trick…have it in your throat and not your mouth.
But John was still thrusting and the next shot did not go all the way down my throat, part of the string of his ejaculation, backwashed into my mouth. It was hot…salty, could almost taste the pungency of it…but not really bad enough to make me gag.
Another shot went down my throat…the next full in my mouth. Some seeping out around his cock as it drove through my lips. I felt a drop string its way to my breast.
He stopped thrusting…my mouth inexplicably sucking the last vestiges of my son’s cum from the end of his dick.
I had done it…why or how could I feel any pride, I do not know. Maybe I had a latent deviant sexual desire for oral sex…just not with my own son…this was the exception, I was forced to do it…for my kids.
My head snapped towards Sara. Sara was staring at me, Malek standing next to her the head of his cock connected to Sara’s upper lip by a string of his jism. His cum was dripping from the corner of Sara’s mouth. Her lips swollen from the ravaging they took.
My heart went out to her…but then…her eyes brightened, and a slight smile began to form. I smiled back…and then, asked myself what just happened?
We had both survived the moment?
I slowly straightened up; John still inches from me, our eyes meeting. His eyes told me he was apologetic…I felt sorry for him and gave my son a mother’s hug. Gave him a kiss on the cheek to let him know that none of this is his fault…not even giving it a second thought that my naked body was now molded to my naked son’s.
Then something strange occurred, as I was kissing John’s cheek, he turned his head and our lips touched. Just like a butterfly, then a little more solidly…then a regular kiss. It was only for a moment…lost on either Malek or Sara, but not on me. A droplet of John’s cum had transferred from my lip to John’s…I swallowed the remaining.
We separated…the morality of the situation slowly coming back.
“Well…wasn’t that special…John…tell me you enjoyed feeding mom your spunk…come on…I want to hear it”, Malek ordered.
“I…I really like…uhm, coming in your mouth mom” John tentatively said to me.
Being preemptive, I responded, “I liked it too”. Hoping Malek would leave us alone.
Malek let out a big laugh, “Ha Ha…you are catching on…John…ever eat pussy?”
John was stared at the floor, drawing circles in the dust with his toe, shaking his head negatively.
I looked at Sara, we stared at each other the look of half desperation and half horror at the thought.
What the fuck I thought…save Sara the indignation. I sat on the end of the table and laid back. My tits pointing up, my cropped bush the third high point.
“Boy…there’s your pussy…get in there, your whore mother is serving her son breakfast” Malek laughed.
I felt John’s hands touch my thighs…a tingle ran through me. Then I felt his warm breath against my labia. I clenched my fists…this is so wrong…but.
His lips brushed my outer lips…my crotch wanted to reach out to him. But…it should be anyone else but my son. I was so concentrating on taking my conscious self out of reality that I could not hear what Malek was instructing John to do.
The stab of a tongue into my vagina wakened me with a start. And then he sucked pulling in each of my labia…slowly licking up to the apex of my slot, attentively circling my clitoris. Juices flowed from my deepest parts. His mouth encapsulating the exterior of my pussy…taking in my juices as his tongue probed my inner sanctuary.
In and out, around and around…my body was responding despite my best efforts, my hips rotating and thrusting taking maximum advantage of the oral stimulation. It had been years since anyone had been down there with his mouth…my husband was useless at oral and never had any desire for him to do it. But the one affair I had almost ten years ago exposed me to my desires, he loved performing oral on me…and did not want it done to him…a perfect affair. Well maybe not anymore…
My body was taking itself to new dimension in spite of the immorality; somehow one of my hands had found its way behind John’s head…pulling his mouth harder against my wet, hot mound.
Again without realizing, I had raised myself up on one elbow giving me unimpeded view of my son working his face into the place he had come from. Oh my…this is so wrong…so wrong…but my entire lower abdomen was telling me different.
I could feel it welling up, first as if there was a small itch imbedded just inside of me that was trying to get scratched…then building to an uncontrolled surge of need billowing from the depths of my womb…just as John sucked my clitoris between his teeth. I exploded…my body convoluted. With all the duress…all the fear, the deviance of it all, the immorality…I just had my first real orgasm. Thirty-seven years old…married eighteen years…two children…a few lovers…and now my first real orgasm brought on by my own son! Even as I laid my head back down on the table, trying somehow to rationalize what my body had just done…my husbands possible demise only passed through my thought, as at least I would not have to explain.
My breath slowly came back just as John stood up between my legs. My vagina totally exposed…I could feel the sopping wetness between my legs. I should be trying to cover, at least close my legs, to hide the evidence of my orgasm. But…my legs were like butter.
I raised my head; John was staring at my now dilated areolas, his face glazed from my excretement.
His cock was standing straight up…like a soldier at attention. Oh my god…my son had just orally given his OWN mother an orgasm…and his body responded. No, no, no there are limits…fornication between mother and son…NO absolutely no.
“DO IT! John…your mother wants it…you need to not be a virgin…” Malek started as demand but trailed off as John apparently did not need any more encouragement.
I felt the head of my son’s penis touch the parameter of my vagina…I tried by could not offer too much resistance. His cock head split my folds and entering me, the overabundance of my own lubrication overcoming my hardest contractions to keep my son’s penis from entering his mothers’ vagina.
I closed my eyes tight, clawed my fingernails into the rough wood of the tabletop, my mind screamed NO.
But John was not to be denied…his penis impaled me right to the hilt. It filled me, stretching the walls of my vagina…could swear it was touching my cervix. My son’s cock was buried deep within his own mother.
My mind raced at the thought of me going to hell for this…but I did not have a choice. I told myself…no, we were doing this under threat of life.
John almost immediately started thrusting…he was not just going through the motions…he was driven. My son was pounding his mother’s orifice, without consciousness of the taboo being committed, the look on his face contorted to match the intenseness of his thrusts.
But my body again was not rejecting, but accommodating, completely against my rational. My hopes of not crossing the last line of immorality were almost immediately dashed as my son stiffened and shot a hot stream of his semen deep into my womb.
Oh god, it was my fault, I unconsciously just wanted one more thrust…that is what my body told me…even though my brain was screaming to stop. My body won…that last thrust caused my body to orgasm…discreetly…I did not want John, or Sara, and especially Melak to know that my body was craving this deviant sexual behavior.
John continued to fill his mother’s womb with descending ejaculations as his thrusts slowed.
I could feel my son’s semen fill each and every crevice deep within me…my mind imagining the seeds swimming frantically in search of…I have not been on birth control for years. My brain raced to calculate…was my last period two weeks ago…or three?
Of all the worst possibilities…the war bursting into our lives in the middle of the night, my husband probably dead, our daughter raped right in front of me, being forced into unspeakable acts of sexual degradation with my own son…and now, the possible consequences of the last action could be life long.
My mind envisioned one of those swimming tadpoles breaking the barrier of one of my eggs, which made me squirm at the thought.
My eyes popped open…the squirm reminded me that my son’s semi-flaccid penis was still imbedded deep with in me.
The squirm also aroused his sensitivity, John moved…but instead of pulling out, he moved further in. Oh my god…no…not again…my son’s cock was stiffening again.
A minute later he was again thrusting into me, but at a more sedate rate. Moving around as if to savor more of each thrust. His hands grabbed my breasts…squeezing, manipulating, and tweaking my nipples, as he methodically thrust into me. I was no longer his mother…I was his sexual objective. I wanted to say something…but the obvious look on his face would not have deterred him. Besides…the threat of Marek was right next to me.
I lay there unmoving, accepting his penal exploring of my womb, for many minutes before deciding that some input from me might escalate his lust and help end this sooner.
My hips began to rock to his thrusts, then I oscillated my lower body in tune with my rocking. My son’s rhythm increased…slowly at first…then quicker, harder, more violently. His grasping of my tits was now almost painful…but for some reason that heightened my bodies drive as a wave started to form deep within me.
Do not know how long as I was now oblivious to time…but the waves were growing bigger, and bigger with each thrust. Then it happened…the waves crashed…my mind exploded…I could not withhold the scream that came out of my throat. There was nothing discreet about this one…my orgasm was hard and long, my fingers digging deep into my son’s back as my legs wrapped hard around him pulling him in just as he again started jettisoning his volatile, hot, seed enriched cum deep within me.
My body had betrayed me again…
John withdrew, his cock plopping out of my pussy followed by a stream of his cum. The cool air rushed into the vacated space…but I could not move…my muscles were like jello.
As I was recovering, my eyes scanned the room. Sara was standing wide-eyed, her mouth open but covered with her hand. What have I done…how would I explain this to her…I had a violent orgasm by fornicating with her brother…my son.
Marek was patting my son on the back, “Good job John…told you your mother wants your cock…I’ll let you have her to fuck…”
My brain snapped to consciousness…who is he to think he can give me to anyone…especially to my son?
I started to protest…
“Would you rather me give you to the rest of my army?” Malek queried.
“But…but he is my son”. I again protested.
“So” was all that Malek responded.
As the day wore on, Malek allowed Sara and I to cover our selves with smocks after he had us take a shower.
Since he had us both take a shower at the same time, it gave me the opportunity to console and apologize to Sara for getting us into this predicament. It also allowed us a brief time to grieve for the loss of my husband and her father.
Sara was very pragmatic as to the events, including commenting that she was bound to lose her virginity eventually and that it was “kind of” disgusting having some fifty plus year old cum in her mouth…but it wasn’t the first time.
“What???” I was totally surprised.
“Mom, why do you think that I was still a virgin? Most apparently are not like John” she explained while giving a little reference to her brother…whom I well know, now, has the stamina of a horse.
“That should never have happened…it is taboo…a sin…but I could not let you get hurt.” Trying to validate my actions.
“Mom…mom, it is okay…you do not have to explain.” Sara reassured me, “But it was kind of hot though!” She giggled…
The rest of the day Malek had us being his personal house servants, making meals and cleaning up. While his comrades took liberties with both Sara and me, just groping mostly and no forced entry other than a finger or two.
Apparently Malek had ordered us hands off. We were not yet versed in their native tongue.
When evening came, Malek directed us up stairs. Telling John to take me into his room, while pointing Sara in the direction of what was used to be my husband and my room.
Malek ordered a guard to watch the hall way and then stopped John, “Make sure your mother is filled with your seed…I will check in the morning”.
I had hoped this perversion was over…well guess again…but I was now alone with my son and maybe we can figure out how without doing the unthinkable.
John’s timidity and reservation lasted less than a half hour. Laying back to front in his single bed, I could feel his penis harden against my ass cheeks.
His hand worked up under my smock grabbing my left tit.
“No…don’t…I’m your mother.” I protested while trying to push his hand away.
“Yeah…but…he will hurt Sara if we don’t”, the latter part about Sara was not all that convincing.
Twenty minutes later my son was unloading what would be the first of many coatings of his seed within me.
He was insatiable…the first two times; I managed to mask anything remotely as having an orgasm. Not so much the third time…and definitely a screamer on the fourth.
His fifth…was a hummer down my throat…I got carried away…he let out a scream.
Then he went down on me…cummy cunt and all…no way I could hold back. I thought I was going to drown him.
Between we managed to get some sleep, but by morning when Malek broke into the room it was obvious that my cunt had taken its fill of my son’s seed. There was quite a puddle beneath my spread thighs.
I had trouble walking…have never had this experience…my pussy felt like it was falling out. I still had the lingering taste of my son’s cum in my mouth.
The next week or so was just more of the same; I came to the realization that this was my life now.
He was still my son, and loved him as a son, but I was also his concubine or as Malek called me…my son’s fuck bag.
My daily shower with Sara offered some respite and a dose of still being a parent.
Sara told me that the first couple of days with Malek, he would just violate her orally, but then he started having vaginal intercourse. Now a week later, she was tasked at making sure that Malek could have intercourse with her at least three times a day. A hard task as he was fifty-six years old she said with a slight sense of humor.
In more of a sisterly way, almost like buddies stuck in similar situations, I lightened the topic even more, “Well at least he is not like your brother…I swear he would have intercourse continuously if he could figure out how to eat and sleep while doing it”.
We both laughed…the debauchery of it completely lost on us at the time.
A few days later…I woke up sick. I had hoped it was the flu…but five days later of having continual early morning episodes…I knew.
Even through this, John never slowed down…every day he was on a mission to see how many times he could cum in me. Finally I had to tell him…I thought that I was pregnant.
He must have told Malek, because a doctor showed up and did blood samples and a urine sample.
I did not need confirmation from a doctor, but once he did, John took a break from our fornicating.
The first couple of days were a relief…but as more passed, my mind played tricks on me. Was I now undesirable because I was pregnant?
Then as the first month passed, Malek called a meeting. It was John, Sara, and I…Malek was giving us our future agenda.
The first shock…Malek announced that Sara was pregnant. Then of course he made the public disclosure of my pregnancy to Sara.
He riddled Sara with me being a grandmother, and a mother all at the same time while Sara was going to be a mother, aunt, and have a new sibling.
John was going to be a father, uncle, and a brother again.
Malek considered this hilarious.
Then came the orders.
“John…now that you have bred a woman, that will be your job. We will bring women for you to breed…they will give you American babies…” Malek was serious, “Mother you will carry John’s first born as atonement to coming to our country, I then expect you to bear as many of my comrades babies for the same reason…they will be American babies.
“Sara, my beautiful child, you will carry our baby…maybe we will have more, but eventually I will have to share your bounty with my country. All of you are only as good as you can produce”. He said with a heavy undertone.
“Since mother and child are both pregnant…from the intended seed, there is an opportunity for others to take advantage of your beautiful bodies. You both are expected to give your sex to anyone that wants it…they only need permission from me.”
Just then there was a knock on the door. A guard came in with a young woman in tow. She was at most in her early twenties, dressed as a peasant, but clean.
Malek pointed her towards John…an unexpected pang of jealousy coursed through me.
John looked apprehensively at me for a moment, then took the girls arm moving towards “our” bedroom.
“So it begins”, Malek smiled…his hand extended in my direction.
Half an hour later Malek was plowing his thick cock in me, his heavy, smelly body flattened against me. I wondered how Sara could have handled it.
He only lasted bare minutes before grunting and letting his spunk into me. It was obvious that he expected me to revive him…took all I could muster to bring his ugly, fat, smelly, cock into my mouth…but if Sara could do it…so could I.
My mouth was sore from almost an hour of manipulation, but finally he was ready.
Malek spun me around…spread my cheeks, and stuck his thumb up my ass.
I stiffened immediately, never having been violated…
“Ah…still a virgin!” Malek exclaimed as the head of his fat cock pushed against my ass hole.
“You can relax…or I’ll tear it open anyway…I am going to fuck the virgin ass hole”
I did my best to relax…using the same technique as when I gave my son his first deep throat.
The fat end of his cock slowly spread my rosebud…he could have been more violent, but he slowly worked his fat cock in.
Soon my canal was accommodating and Malek was humping…driving his cock in and out. The uncomfortable ness of being invaded changed to a different sensitivity like when trying to fight the sexual feelings of fucking my son.
I was soon meeting his thrusts with my own.
When he came…I came…his hot semen coating the inside of my rectum.
He pulled out and then spun me around, not giving me time to enjoy my orgasm.
He grabbed my head and jammed his cock into my mouth, commanding, “Clean me up”.
I did, as disgusting as it was…and thankfully he then left me alone.
Five minutes later, one of his guards walked in…and thus it really started.
For some reason, I felt a need to keep count…and so did Sara. Each day during our shower, we would make a teardrop tattoo with a small thin tail right next to one of our monde, mine by my left thigh, Sara by her right thigh. They represented sperm of each different donor.
Then in the middle of our eight month of pregnancy, Malek stopped all.
A week later, Sara gave birth to twins…a boy and a girl. She had a hard time, but the doctor was actually pretty good, made sure that what ever got torn was fixed as well as possible.
Youth amazes me…by the time my new daughter was born a couple of weeks later, Sara had lost almost all of her pregnancy weight…took me a month or so to get in shape. The incentive was Malek’s words continuously playing in my head, “you are only as good as you can produce”.
Sara and I discussed this in our daily shower…both thinking we were expected to produce. But other than continuous groping, we were not forced to receive any sperm.
Our bodies were now fully recovered from our pregnancies, giving birth to our children.
In fact, I felt that my body was more in shape than it had been in years.
Another month passed, maybe Malek felt we were no longer “spoils of war”.
My son, John, on the other hand was now exposed to what seemed an endless supply of girls and women. At first Malek had him service each for several days at a time, but after a month and half of that you could count each day as a different person.
And, not only Malek, but also the rest of his troops seemed to take John under their arm. He was their buddy and it was soon apparent that John had picked up the language, as he seemed to discuss each conquest with them.
My son was becoming their hero. But then, Malek decided to show that he was still the boss.
Malek said something to John and John’s head spun in my direction. John’s expression was not one of even recognition of our family relationship. He walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders, pressing me down to my knees.
“Mother, show everyone here how you enjoy your son’s cock” John said with a commanding tone and without a hint of reservation.
My mind, my spirit completely disoriented to the realization I was still owned by my son.
His cock bounced against my face…minutes later my son was fucking my mouth with impunity, completely irrelevant as to what and how he doing it to his own mother.
When he came, he pushed my head back holding the tip of his cock at the front of my gapping mouth. Showing everyone, including Sara, how he could fill my mouth with is spunk.
“Ah…mother, show us how much of your son’s cum you can hold in your mouth”, John commanded…purposely to humiliate me.
Even though there was a pang of embarrassment, I did as told, slowly turning my body with my mouth gaping open…displaying the volume of my son’s cum being held by my mouth.
Then I swallowed it…and said, “Thank you” without provocation, in John’s direction.
He patted my head as if I was his favorite dog…for whatever reason, I felt compelled to a feeling of acceptance. I know now that I had become psychologically embedded in my perceived roll. But it did dawn on me that my son was now one of them and to please him would make my situation better. I would do anything for him.
“Mother, you did well by me and continue to show your worth to me” John began as if I was a subordinate instead of his mom.
“Now we need you to show your worth to all of us” as he stepped aside and a young man stepped forward, “this is Kalib, the only son of a hero of our cause. You will carry his son”.
Kalib was guided towards me, he was barely taller than I was, peach fuzz still the majority of his facial hair…only a couple of whiskers poking from his chin.
There was moment of astonishment on my part. My son was giving my womb as a gift to this young man…my womb. But that thought quickly passed…I wanted to please my son. I took Kalib’s hand and guided to my breast.
It took three days for Kalib to begin to control himself, in fact his first ejaculation barely made it to my lips. His first seed deposited in my womb did not occur until early the next morning. Kalib’s young penis was very sensitve.
But what he lacked in control, his youth offered almost instant recovery. Within a week he was breeding me multiple times a day. By the end of the third week with Kalib, the tell tale morning illness came. I basked in the thought of a job well done…my son will be proud.
Acknowledgement came a week later and once Kalib was told, he was childishly ecstatic that turned into pride of becoming a man.
During this same period, Sara was barely seen; she was absent from our daily showers. Then just about the time my worst fears of my daughter became all encompassing…she was back.
She told me that Malek had loaned her to the president of the rebels. She too was now pregnant again…
Barely had my morning sickness pass when Sara and I separated from the general population and put into a passive confinement. They gave us new clothes, fed us real food, and started treating us completely different.
It took only days for the confusion to pass, finally the change becoming evident when one of the guards whom I thought was coming to be serviced by me, closed my spread legs when I offered my pussy to him. He shook his head, put up a hand, and told both Sara and I that we both were off limits.
Was it because we both were a month of so pregnant?
That question was answered later that day. A well-dressed man met us later that day and told us that he represented a bordering country with ties to our country and they were negotiating to release us. He said our country did not know if they were specifically negotiating for us…or possibly others, so if we were to be released, we must not denigrate the rebels for all they have done to us. Otherwise, those left behind might be in peril.
Sara and I agreed. But, what about John, he was nowhere to be found the last few days.
We were told he might come later as he was with another group of rebels at the time.
Malek came in and handed us our babies, without saying a word he turned and was off.
A week later…I wrote this story. |
Title: 14Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasm, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Fourteen: Places a bra... err... abroad.
Disclamer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Fourteen Summary: Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna go on a shopping trip, and then Harry and Hermione perform the han... the ritual once more.
Luna was so happy over discovering the locations of the hundred plus Horcruxes that she started to do a tiny little jig. This, of course, caused her huge tits to bounce this way and that, almost comically. Harry and Hermione were in such shock over the revelation that their hunt for Voldemort's Horcruxes would take years just because of the sheer number of relics that they didn't notice Luna's celebratory dance.
"Over a hundred," Harry murmured in dread.
"Well over," declared Luna merrily, while her orbs bounced and smacked against each other. "I'd say closer to one-hundred and eighty."
"One-hundred and eighty," Hermione practically sobbed.
Harry hoisted his girlfriend off of the ground and sat her on the couch next to him. Hermione made no attempt to cover her nude and sweat covered body; Harry rationalized that either she had grown comfortable with public nudity like he had or was simply too stunned over the number of Horcruxes to care.
"I had no idea there could be so many," croaked the brunette witch.
"Isn't it wonderful?" heralded Luna. She threw up her arms in triumph; which led to her... well you get the point; they're big and they jiggle... a lot.
"They're huge," muttered Hermione dispassionately, as if she had already grown bored with seeing Luna's disproportionately large breasts.
"It'll take forever to destroy all of them," commented Harry.
"NO!" shouted Luna. "How could you do that? They're innocent creatures!"
"What? There's nothing innocent about them. They're inanimate objects that house a fragment of Voldemort's soul in them," explained Harry.
"Whoever said Snorkacks are inanimate?" asked Luna with her fists on her hips.
"Wait..." Harry looked at the blonde dumbstruck, "you went looking for Snorkacks?"
"Of course I did, silly," Luna playfully chided.
"But you were supposed to look for Voldemort's Horcruxes," argued Hermione.
"We started to search for them, but everything became very cloudy, and we couldn't see a thing," explained Luna. "And then Ronald and I had trouble focusing on even the thought of the Horcruxes. After a few seconds, I felt a strange compulsion to look for something else. So I convinced Ronald we should look for Snorkacks."
"Why do you think they couldn't search for the Horcruxes when we were able to?" Harry asked Hermione.
"Of course it didn't take much convincing on my part," Luna continued while Hermione was lost in thought. "Not when I have the twins here," Luna commented and lifted up her sizeable boobs as if to prove her point.
"Maybe Voldemort set up various wards around his Horcruxes to prevent anybody from finding them with a magical search of any kind," Hermione speculated. "His wards would most likely make the caster of the search unable to see anything. And as an extra protection, he probably added some sort of Compulsion Hex to the wards forcing any searchers to be compelled to look for something else. So when Luna and Ron went looking, they couldn't see anything and were subconsciously forced to look for another item."
"But then why were we able to locate them?" asked Harry.
After a moment of thought, Hermione replied, "It must have something to do with the prophesy. Voldemort marked you as an equal when he tried to kill you when you were a baby. And the wards he put up on the Horcruxes must've recognized you as Voldemort himself allowing you to pass them unmolested, so to speak."
"That makes sense," agreed Harry. "And if not, it could have been when Voldemort possessed me in the Ministry Atrium. He may have left enough of a psychic echo to bypass his own protections."
"Wait," Hermione began as if a sudden thought came to her. "You mean Snorkacks are real?"
"Of course they are," Luna gaily retorted. The heavy chested blonde paused for a second and then bent over at the hips so that her face was close to Hermione's groin. "You're shaved?"
"Yes, it's for hygiene," Harry replied for his girlfriend. He had heard Hermione say it so often, the phrase had apparently become an automatic response for him.
"Actually, I think it because she's kinky," corrected Luna. She leaned over so that she could whisper in Harry's ear: "I saw the red welts on her bottom.
"After all, aren't all brainy birds naughty?" Luna asked in a normal voice. As if to prove her point, Luna lowered her purple panties to just above her knees and stood up to reveal that she had shaved her blonde fuzz into a little heart. "See, kinky" she gestured to her groin.
"That's cute," Hermione commented and Harry nodded his head in agreement. Then it hit him. Harry was staring at Ron's naked girlfriend's bush!
"As a guy, which do you prefer?" Luna asked Harry. "Hermione's completely shaved or my heart design?"
Our hero started to sweat profusely. He was positive that he was breaking one of the "Best Mate" laws just by being in the same room as Luna in her current undress. He averted his eyes, hoping that Ron wouldn't come down to find him sitting in front of a nude Luna who was asking which fanny Harry liked better.
"I think he prefers shaved," speculated Hermione. "That way, there's no chance that he'd get any hair under his tongue or stuck in his teeth."
"Ronald hasn't expressed interest in that activity yet," Luna stated remorsefully.
At this point, Harry was trying to hide from the two witches by burrowing into the couch's cushions.
"That book I showed you earlier has some interesting techniques in it," offered Hermione. "Even though the premise of the section is primarily for Parselmouths like Harry, Ron could still use it to your benefit."
"I would so love to see Ronald's nose resting on my /heart/," Luna stated and gestured to her heart-shaped pubic hair. "And just the thought of him looking up at me from between my legs really turns me on."
"Speaking of Ron, where is he?" Hermione asked. Harry desperately hoped that he was incapacitated in some way and was unable to see Harry sitting in front of a naked Luna.
"After we finished the ritual - I'm so proud of him, he lasted nearly three minutes this time - we cuddled and talked, and then he fell asleep," answered Luna and Harry thanked the heavens. "Apparently he's still tired from the times we fornicated yesterday."
Without warning, Luna flopped down next to Harry on the couch. The young wizard gulped as Luna innocently leaned her naked body into his and asked Hermione, who was on his other side, "Please, tell me more about these techniques."
"Well, as I said; the chapters focused primarily on Parselmouths, like Harry," began Hermione. "But I don't see anything that would prevent anyone from using the same techniques to give a witch a great deal of satisfaction."
"If the techniques are universal, does it really matter when they're performed by a Parselmouth?" Luna asked.
"Oh, let me tell you," Hermione answered and leaned her naked body into Harry in an attempt to confide to the younger witch. Large beads of sweat blossomed all over Harry's face and body. Here he was, sitting naked on the couch wedged in between two equally nude witches; their breasts were shoved up against his arms. 'Harry, Jr.' started to stand up once more, curious to see what was going on.
"Ihavetogotakeashower!" Harry blurted out rapidly as he shot up off of the couch. He really doubted that Ron would be pleased to hear that Harry had gotten a hard-on sitting next to Luna. "Areallycoldone!" he added just as speedily.
As Harry dashed up the stairs, he could hear Hermione, with an excite tone, describe to Luna the specific techniques.
"Ooooh, I bet that tickles," commented Luna.
"Yes, but in a very good way," clarified Hermione.
*
After a very cold shower - where the previously curious 'Harry, Jr.' was forced to seek shelter from the freezing rain - Harry went to his room to change only to be quite shocked at what he saw.
Ron was asleep and sprawled out spread eagle on the bed and very naked. Now as Harry mentioned before, for a bloke, it's more than a little uncomfortable if you see your male friend lying in front of you naked. But Ron wasn't merely naked, he was spread out. You see, Ron's penis - or 'Ron, Jr.' if you will - was pointing directly at the door and it was the very first thing that Harry saw upon entering the room. Harry never had the desire to know whether or not pure-blood wizarding families had practiced circumcisions, but now he knew for a fact that they did not.
But what was even more shocking than seeing a nude and uncircumcised Ron sprawled out so that Harry could see every possible crease and wrinkle was that Ron was on Harry's bed! Ron was nude, sweating, and had gotten a hand-job on Harry's bed! That broke at least three roommate rules; one, don't let your friend see if you're uncircumcised or not; two, don't sleep on your friend's bed -especially naked; and three, don't get a hand-job on your friend's bed!
Not wanting to wake Ron, and thereby create an even more embarrassing moment, Harry grumbled softly as he started to get dressed. After throwing on a pair of boxers, Harry went to put on one of his pullovers that was lying on the floor next to the bed, but stopped when he noticed a particularly musky odor coming from the garment. Tentatively, Harry spread the crumbled up piece of clothing and his speculation as to what caused the odor was confirmed. Right in the middle of Harry's shirt was a whitish liquid that was slowly drying into a nasty stain.
Apparently, after cumming in Luna's eye, Ron must have acted like a gentleman and grabbed something to wipe his discharge out of her face. Of course that something was Harry's shirt! That made four rules that Ron broke; don't get your cum on anything that you friend owns!
Making a mental note to burn that pullover later, Harry finished dressing - mind you, he retrieved the clothes from his school-trunk just to be on the safe side because it was highly unlikely that Ron's jism had gotten on any of his clothes still stowed in the trunk. He made his way back to the Common Room to find that Hermione and Luna had taken the time to dress. Harry could tell that Hermione had performed the same eye-cleansing charm on Luna that Pomfrey had done on her irritated eye since Luna's eye was no longer red and puffy. The two witches were in an in-depth conversation about sex.
"... lots of vegetables and no sweets," Hermione stated.
"But Ronald loves his sweets," Luna pointed out.
"He'll like blow-jobs a lot more," countered Hermione.
"Good point," the blonde witch agreed. Luna turned to Harry and stated, "We were just discussing oral sex. Hermione thinks that you are quiet skilled at it."
"Um... thanks," Harry replied a little embarrassed that the two witches were talking so openly about sex, let alone making comments about his performance. Apparently, they were positive remarks, but it still made Harry slightly uncomfortable.
"Perhaps you could show Ron how to do it," Luna requested.
A distressing question entered Harry's mind; just how did Luna want Harry to show Ron how to do it? Did she want Harry to give Ron a practical demonstration by eating out Hermione in front of him? Harry imagined doing the deed while Ron watched, taking notes, and occasionally asking questions.
He imagined that Ron would ask; "Now, what are you doing with your tongue?"
/Harry imagined that he would try to respond to Ron's questions, but would have some difficulty speaking seeing that he would have his tongue inside Hermione's flower. It would sound something like "Aim lecken err poat."/
"Luna means discussing the more interesting techniques with Ron, and showing him the segments of your book," clarified Hermione in a sarcastic way. She obviously knew what her boyfriend was thinking, and was poking fun at him.
"Oh," Harry said a bit embarrassed.
"Speaking of Ronald, is he awake?" Luna asked. "We need to go shopping to get Ginny a present for her birthday."
For some reason, Harry felt a strange compulsion. Maybe it was because of her sarcastic remark about discussing oral sex with Ron, but Harry felt he needed to play a joke on Hermione.
"Yeah, he's up," lied Harry. "But he wants to ask you what he should wear, Hermione. You know, in order to impress Luna."
"That's silly of him," Luna stated. "I like him the way he is. Ronald doesn't have to do anything special to impress me."
"I think it sweet," commented Hermione as she stood up. "It's always nice for a wizard to dress up for his witch."
And with that, Hermione walked up the stairs to Ron and Harry's room. The moment Hermione was out of earshot, Luna asked, "He's still asleep and naked on your bed isn't he?"
"Speaking of which," Harry countered, "why did you do the han - the ritual on my bed?"
Luna replied by simply shrugging her shoulders in a "Why not?" gesture.
"RON!" Hermione screamed from somewhere up the stairs.
"HERMIONE!" Ron shouted in surprise. What followed were a series of loud bangs and crashes that Harry assumed were caused by Ron stumbling and fumbling around trying to cover up his naked body from Hermione's eyes. All of which was very amusing for Harry.
A moment later, a very pale Hermione strolled into the Common Room.
"Is it common for pure-blood wizards not to be circumcised?" she asked Luna.
"What do you mean by /'circumcised'/?" questioned Luna.
"Guess it is, then," Harry answered.
Luna shrugged her shoulders and began to walk to the stairs. "I'll go make sure he's ready to leave soon," Luna said and disappeared up the steps.
"I'm so glad you're not uncircumcised," commented Hermione with a shudder.
"I know," agreed Harry. "Can you imagine all the lint, pee, and cum being stuck in -"
"Stop!" commanded Hermione as her pale complexion turned green. "No more."
A few minutes later, Luna and a fully dressed Ron re-entered the Common Room.
"Hi guys, how's it going?" Ron asked as if Hermione hadn't walked in on him naked.
"Oh, just fine," answered Hermione. She seemed to be very pleased with Ron's idea of ignoring the embarrassing situation and happily went along with it.
As the four friends walked to the Headmistress' office to use the Floo, Harry noticed that Hermione was carrying her book bag, but it was obvious that it had no books in it. Instead it looked like she was carrying some sort of clothes, making the bag look soft and lumpy.
"What's in the bag?" asked Harry curiously.
"Oh, I figured since we're going to Diagon Alley, we might as well pop over to Borgin and Burke's and get the name and location of the wizard who bought Slytherin's Locket," Hermione replied. "I have a plan."
"What's the plan?" Ron inquired.
Hermione stopped and proudly withdrew two strange objects from her bag and showed them to her friends. The items looked like they were made of some kind of flesh colored fabric. The brunette witch pulled one of the pieces of fabric over her head and tapped it with her wand. The fabric suddenly began to squirm and wiggle on her face until it took shape. After the fabric stopped moving, Hermione looked like an old hag.
"That's a very good Mask Charm, Hermione," Luna complimented.
"Thank you," said Hermione. The mask was very convincing; the fabric now looked like it was living flesh, with its lips moving along with Hermione's words, as if it was her real mouth and not a disguise. "The other one is an old wizard. My plan is that Harry and I go into Borgin and Burke's and convince him that we're the parents of the wizard we're looking for."
"That's a bit like the 'Draco's my boyfriend' plan, isn't it?" sounded Harry.
"Well, what do you suggest?" asked hag-Hermione, a little upset that Harry wasn't bowled over by her plan.
"Something a little less complicated," offered Harry.
"Fine," Hermione said pulling off the hag mask and stuffing it into her bag. "Ron and I will do my plan, and if it somehow doesn't work, you can do your 'less complicated' one." She obviously was thinking that her plan was foolproof and that Harry needn't worry.
The four friends traveled to the Leaky Cauldron via McGonagall's fireplace and quickly passed through the pub and entered Diagon Alley.
"Should we go grill Borgin or shop first?" asked Ron.
"Let's get the most difficult part over with," answered Hermione.
"So is that shopping or going to Borgin and Burke's?" asked Harry; he honestly didn't know which was more difficult, looking for a gift for Gin-Gin, the Erection Killer or prying information from Borgin. Both options were very complicated in Harry's opinion.
"Borgin," Hermione replied. "Ron and I will head off to Knockturn Alley; you and Luna can discus your /'less complicated' /plan." It was clear from her voice that Hermione had a great amount of confidence in her plan and that Harry's notion of a different option was not necessary.
Harry watched as Hermione and Ron trudged off to Knockturn Alley. He was positive that Borgin wouldn't fall for his girlfriend's ruse.
"It's not going to work," commented Luna. "I've heard stories about Borgin; he'll never tell them anything."
"Don't worry," Harry said as he headed to Gringotts Wizarding Bank. "I have a backup."
"Okay," Luna said simply and followed the raven-haired wizard.
After taking a wild cart ride down to his vault - during which Luna held her hands up in the air as if she were riding a rollercoaster - Harry withdrew a small sack full of Galleons. He and Luna then made their way to meet up with Hermione and Ron. Harry entered Borgin and Burke's to find Hermione in her hag-disguise pleading with a very irate and smarmy looking Borgin.
"But I'm that wizard's mother," hag-Hermione insisted.
"Really? Then what's his name?" Borgin asked. It was obvious from the smarmy look on his face that he didn't believe Hermione at all.
"Um... err..." stammered hag-Hermione.
"We... um... we forgot," offered Ron, who looked like an incredibly old wizard, in a very weak and uncertain voice. "See we're old.... And since we're old... we tend to forget things."
Borgin glowered at the two disguised teens. Harry guessed that the shop keeper was about a second away from tossing hag-Hermione and incredibly-old-Ron out on the street. Harry reckoned that Hermione's plan had failed and it was now time to initiate his less complicated one.
"The name and location of the wizard who bought Slytherin's Locket, please," Harry requested as he place ten gold Galleons on the counter in front of Borgin.
"Zardoz, he lives in a place called 'Founders' Cove' just west of South Hampton," Borgin happily supplied, scooping up the money. Apparently Borgin thought that Harry's money was worth more than just a name and location, because he offered even more information than Harry requested. "Bit of an odd old fellow, has some strange ideas. He's also nutty about collecting relics from the Founders of Hogwarts."
"Thanks," Harry said and left the shop with Ron, Luna and Hermione in tow.
"If I knew it would be that simple," Hermione muttered dejectedly while pulling off her mask, "I wouldn't have made these silly things."
"I kind of like them," offered Harry. "They might be of use in the future. And as to Borgin, I knew he was an oily git who loves money is all."
Harry gave Hermione a comforting kiss and her mood was suddenly lifted. The four friends left the shady Knockturn Alley and entered Diagon Alley.
"All right then, let's go shopping," announced Luna. "We'll split up; Hermione and I'll go this way," she said pointing toward some shops on the left. "And you two go that way," she commanded while pointing in the opposite direction.
As Harry and Ron - who had given the old wizard mask back to Hermione - walked away from their girlfriends, Ron asked "What are you going to get Ginny?"
This was a question that was currently bothering Harry. Even though she had vowed to behave herself, Harry was still a little mad over Ron's sister's antics. But it would be rather rude to show up to a birthday party and not bring presents. Perhaps he could buy her a novelty pullover with the phrase "I stalked Harry Potter and all I got was smack on my twat and this lousy shirt" printed on it.
"Don't know yet," Harry answered his friend.
"Well, after we get her something, I kinda want to buy something for Luna too," Ron said. "You know, for no reason, just because she makes me happy."
"That's a great idea," agreed Harry.
"You know, maybe some lingerie," offered Ron.
"That's a wonderful idea!" exclaimed Harry. The image of Hermione in a sexy little number made his heart race.
"It's kinda like a present for her and for me," Ron speculated.
"Yeah," Harry concurred while he imagined what Hermione's bum would look like in a set of frilly knickers. "But we should buy them something just for their own enjoyment as well."
"Of course," Ron finished.
The friends' first stop was Flourish and Blotts Bookstore where Harry picked up a book on famous witches who played Quidditch; he thought it was a nice harmless birthday present for Ginny. He also picked up several books on advanced magical theory for Hermione. Ron didn't find anything for his sister, but he did find a book for Luna; "Mysterious Magical Creatures; They're Real I Tell You!" by Horatio Lovegood.
"It's written by Luna's Great-Grandfather," informed Ron. "We talked about it on our first date. There were only three copies made and Luna doesn't have one."
"That sounds rare; it must be expensive," speculated Harry while he tried to fight the question of when did they discuss this; before the mad sex romp or during?
"Not really. It's only a Sickle," answered Ron. "Everyone thinks he was barmy and no one wanted it. Except Luna that is."
"She'll love it," Harry stated.
After making their purchases, Harry and Ron went to the Magical Menagerie where Ron bought some treats for Arnold, Ginny's tribble... that is, her pigmy puff.
"Now let's go buy the girls some lingerie," Harry said in a hushed tone, hoping that no one in the shop would hear him.
"Do you think Madam Malkin's would have it?" Ron asked quietly.
"No, they won't," a voice said from behind Ron and Harry. "But there's a shop called 'Franklin's of Cardiff' that does."
Harry spun around to find a green haired Tonks smiling devilishly at him.
"But you'll want to stay away from the back of the shop," Tonks continued. "They have naughty toys there."
"I bought my sister the 'Two Headed Snap Dragon' from that part of the shop for her wedding shower," said a young witch standing next to Tonks.
Harry stood there flabbergasted and embarrassed. Not only did Tonks overhear his and Ron's plans to buy lingerie and would continue to heckle him to the day he died about it, but this witch that Harry didn't know heard as well.
"This is Courtney," Tonks introduced the witch. "She's just joined the Auror Academy, and I'm taking her on patrol as part of her training. Courtney, this is Ron and Harry."
"I may be a novice right now when it comes to being a Dark Wizard Hunter," Courtney greeted the two wizards, "but one day I'll be the ultimate Auror!"
"Good for you," commented Harry who was still blushing.
"The shop you want is around the corner, and three doors down," informed Tonks. "For Hermione, might I suggest something red?"
Without another word, Tonks and Courtney walked off, giggling. Ron shrugged his shoulders and headed in the direction that Tonks had told them, while Harry dreaded what Tonks would do with this tidbit of information to make his life hell.
Franklin's of Cardiff was a tiny shop painted with white and pink stripes. The moment he opened the door, Harry's nose was filled with pleasant smelling perfumes. He and Ron hesitantly walked in and they were assaulted with the sight of a bevy of scantily clad mannequins and frilly under garments on various displays. Harry gulped as he surveyed the selection before him; he had no idea that there were so many choices. He had reckoned that there'd just be a couple of bras and knickers. Harry looked to Ron for support or ideas, only to find his friend was in the same predicament as he was.
The two friends began to wander aimlessly through the shop. Harry was embarrassed by the enticing pieces of lace that hung from hangers all around him. He wondered if he'd be considered a poof simply for shopping in such a feminine store.
Unbeknownst to Ron and Harry, the two had accidentally ventured into the back of the shop. The first thing that caught Harry's eye was a frighteningly realistic reproduction of a Basilisk, but on a much smaller scale; it was slightly longer than his own holly wand. Harry wondered why anyone would want a twelve inch Basilisk.
"Look at this," Ron said as he held up a hand-sized copy of a Nimbus 2000. On the tiny broom was a switch which Ron flicked causing the broom began to shake and vibrate.
"Why would someone want a small Nimbus that vibrates?" Harry asked as he examined the Basilisk.
"It was designed as a children's toy originally," a witch began. Harry turned to see his old Quidditch teammate Alicia Spinnet walk up to them. She was wearing a little plastic tag with her name engraved on it, so Harry assumed that she worked at the shop. "The vibration was supposed to give kids the sensation of flying. But some witch discovered that it had a much more pleasurable aspect to it."
"What do you mean?" asked Ron while he continued to hold the small toy and inspect it.
"It's a vibrator," explained Alicia. "Witches use it to stimulate themselves to orgasm."
Ron dropped the toy as if it had shocked him.
"And that Basilisk is a dildo," informed Alicia and Harry shot up and pretended that he had never seen it. "Are you boys shopping for you girlfriends?" she asked with a chuckle.
"Um, yeah," Harry replied in a mortified way.
"First time buying knickers and bras?" she asked and smiled as Ron and Harry blushed even more. "All right I'll give you a hand. What are their sizes?"
"What do you mean?" both Harry and Ron asked.
"Their cup sizes to start with," clarified Alicia. "Show me how big their breasts are."
Harry hesitantly held his hands in the air and pretended to cup Hermione's boobs.
"Oh, you're finally dating Hermione," Alicia said aloud.
"What? How'd you figure that?" asked Harry.
"I remembered Hermione being of average size. Discounting Fred and George's reports of you dating Draco, the last time I heard, you were seeing Ginny and she's more like this," Alicia demonstrated by mashing her breasts against her ribs with her hands and pretended that she had - one would politely say - very modest sized boobs. Having seen Ginny nude, Harry wanted to tell Alicia that she needed to squish her boobs even farther to get the size accurate.
"So, that makes Hermione about a B or a C cup," Alicia said. She turned to Ron and asked "How big is your witch?"
Ron pretended like he was holding a junior league sized Quaffle between his hands.
"Wow, that's impressive. That's about a D cup," stated Alicia.
"Um actually, I think that's just one tit," clarified Harry.
"That's one tit?" Alicia said in shock as she pointed to Ron's hands. The red-haired wizard was grinning madly at the time. Alicia added in a stunned voice; "They're huge!"
Alicia spent the next fifteen minutes showing Ron and Harry several different designs and styles. When she got to a matching set of a red bra and knickers with a familiar cartoon cat embroidered on them Harry stammered, "T-th-t-that one." "Hello Kitty" was on each cup, positioned so that it looked like they would be directly over 'Carmella' and 'Natasha' when Hermione wore it. It had the cat's face on the front and back of the knickers. Ron had purchased a lilac one piece for Luna.
The two friends left the shop and headed back to the Leaky Cauldron. There they found Luna and Hermione having some butterbeer with Tonks and Courtney. The four witches hadn't seen Ron or Harry enter and were talking amongst themselves.
"So which one is bigger?" Courtney asked.
"Ronald is about an inch longer than Harry," Luna answered and Harry saw Ron swell with pride. "And he's only slightly slimmer than Harry."
"Yeah, but Harry can apparently do wonderful things with his tongue," countered Tonks, causing Hermione to blush. "I've seen the aftereffects; I walked in on them," Tonks finished.
"Yes, it is rather magical," added Hermione. "I have some difficulty walking afterwards."
Now it was Harry's turn to swell.
"Well, hello there studs," Tonks greeted Ron and Harry. "We were just talking about you."
"Yes-s-s, I know," Harry stated, but of course, it wasn't in English. No, he replied in Parseltongue. Hermione shivered and gripped the edges of the table in response to Harry's magical snake language.
"Wow, that would tickle," mused Courtney.
"Y-yes, but in a very good way," stated Hermione as she regained her composure.
"Well, we have to leave," Tonks announced as she and Courtney got up.
"It was nice meeting you. Hopefully I'll see you lot later," Courtney bid the group farewell.
Harry and Ron took the empty seats across from their girlfriends. "We ran into father and Neville; they've just returned," Luna announced. "They're going to Ginny's party as well! You'll get to meet my father, Ronald. Isn't that wonderful?"
Ron looked as if he had just accidentally swallowed a nasty bug. His face was completely pale except for some blotches of green around his eyes. "Th-th-that's great," Ron squeaked pitifully.
Harry bit back a chuckle at his friend's discomfort; Ron had to meet the father of the witch he was shagging. Unfortunately, Hermione had seen Harry's mirth and apparently decided to quell it.
"I think you should meet my parents soon as well, Harry," Hermione offered. And now it was Harry's turn to swallow the proverbial nasty bug.
After Hermione and Luna finished their butterbeers (Ron and Harry didn't feel like drinking due to the rather large knot that had formed in their stomachs over the idea of meeting their potential in-laws), the four friends headed back to Hogwarts.
Upon entering the Gryffindor Common Room, Luna wiggled her eyebrows at Ron and pointed up the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory with a tilt of her head. Ron nodded and took her hand. Both Luna and Ron scurried up to his and Harry's room. Within seconds, pleasurable moans wafted down the stairs. Apparently, Luna wanted to make Ron confident about meeting her father and was going about it in a most unique way.
"They don't waste time do they?" Harry asked rhetorically.
"I've been thinking, we still need to get Fred and George back for those comments they made about you in the Daily Prophet," Harry stated.
"Oh, I agree," Hermione replied. "And I think I have just the thing."
"What do you have in mind?" asked Harry.
"Well, I came across an interesting little charm in 'The Magic of Making Love'," Hermione explained. "It's a spying charm that's intended for the target, or targets, to be able to see through different objects, like steel or wood for example. But I figured that we could use it to prank the twins at the party tomorrow."
"What kind of object will they be able to see through?"
"The charm can be very specific, if the caster chooses," continued Hermione. "And I think that the ability to see through clothes on witches, but only those over fifty, would be good."
"How long does the charm last?"
"Ten weeks... and there is no counter charm."
Harry asked the question that he felt was most important, "How do we perform the charm?" Seeing how the 'special book' only contained sex magic, Harry was fairly certain that he'd enjoy it.
"I have to concentrate on an incantation in my mind while you..." Hermione paused and blushed before continuing. "You'll have to finger me to orgasm."
"Do you mean using the Pleasure Points?" Harry asked.
"No, you'll have to actually manipulate my, well... me." She demonstrated by wiggling her fingers in a very obvious motion for Harry to see.
Harry clapped his hands and rubbed them together gleefully. "When do we get started?"
"There's one drawback to the spell," added Hermione. "We have to perform the charm when our targets, Fred and George, are within twenty feet of us."
"What?" Harry asked stunned.
"I figure that we'll have to perform the charm at the dinner table," she clarified as a wicked grin spread across her lips.
"You are a naughty witch," commented Harry.
"Yes I am."
A very loud and happy "YES!" echoed down from Harry's room and after a moment of silence, the moaning started again.
"They must both be part rabbit," pondered Harry.
"Seeing that it's still early and Ron and Luna are busy," Hermione sauntered over to Harry and began to play with the button on his slacks. "How about we look for the Horcruxes? I mean, Ron and Luna can't do it and we're the only ones who can do it, right?"
Harry nodded his head in a vigorous and energetic manner.
"I'll go get my potion supplies," Hermione stated. "You get ready."
By the time Hermione reach the bottom step of the stairs leading to her room, Harry was mostly naked. He was busy tugging off his socks as Hermione disappeared. 'Harry, Jr.' was looking happily at Harry with its one eye and was up and ready for play time.
Shortly before Hermione returned, another impassioned "YES!" sounded from his room and shortly there after, more moaning. Harry looked down at his penis and silently asked it if it could do repeat performances like Ron. Mind you he also asked if 'Harry, Jr.' could do it several times in a row, but last much longer than two and a half minutes each time. Harry imagined that if his penis had shoulders that it would shrug and say "I'll give it a go."
Hermione returned wearing nothing more than her smile. Watching his girlfriend saunter over to him, he imagined what she would look like with the "Hello Kitty" lingerie on. Harry suddenly found himself considering if he should give her the present after all. He wondered if his choice of lingerie was such a good idea. He had bought the lingerie thinking that Hermione would enjoy wearing it, but he now realized that he had purchased the frilly set more for his enjoyment. Honestly, he would truly love to see Hermione wear the naughty undergarments, but he couldn't imagine how wearing a set of novelty knickers and bra could be enjoyable for her.
Hermione placed the caldron in front of Harry and tossed one of his discarded socks into the oily liquid.
"Sit down," she requested as she stirred the contents. Harry flopped down on the couch.
"Do you remember the incantation?" Hermione asked.
With a goofy grin Harry shook his head. All he recalled was how nice it was to have Hermione's hands on him.
"You say 'Ructo Vermis'/" Hermione reminded him. "And I say /'Praefoco Pullus'."
/Hermione dipped her hands into the caldron and then coated his penis with the oil. She lowered her face so that her lips were mere centimeters from '/Harry, Jr.'s crown and began to chant and pump. Her fingers ran up and down his shaft and her breath danced across its tip. Harry joined in with her chant and in a short matter of time; Harry became light headed and felt as if he had become detached from his body. He opened his eyes and saw that he and astral-Hermione were again floating above their bodies.
"Don't focus on my tits this time," she implored. "Just think about the Horcruxes."
"Okay," Harry said dejectedly and thought about Voldemort's Horcruxes.
In an instant, Harry and Hermione's spirits plummeted through floor after floor of the castle. They shot past the kitchen and dungeon and ended up in darkness once more. A sudden nagging feeling filled Harry, as if he had been here before.
"Does this place feel familiar to you?" he asked Hermione who was still stroking his penis. "I mean besides the first time you gave me a han - we performed the ritual?"
"No, not at all," she admitted, ignoring Harry's slip of the tongue. Harry heard water drip somewhere in the inky blackness.
Before Harry could speculate further, the couple took off. Their spirits flew through rock and earth before soaring through the night sky. Within seconds, they were flying toward the orphanage where Riddle was raised. Harry and Hermione passed through the ground and entered the dimly lit chamber.
"I wonder what exactly this one is?" Hermione asked as they both examined the black sheet hiding the relic.
"It really doesn't matter," Harry answered. "We just have to destroy it."
"I know, I'm just curious."
After a moment, the pair took off again. This time they rocketed toward a nice looking house in the country.
"This must be Founders' Cove," offered Harry as they entered the house. Sitting in front of the fireplace was the crumpled looking wizard who had bought Slytherin's Locket from Borgin. He was examining the Locket he held in his hands. He lovingly caressed the gold object, and then set it tenderly on the table next to him.
"Now, the last Horcrux, Voldemort himself," Hermione stated as they zipped through the air. They flew past towns and cities, rapidly approaching the eerie looking keep. Their spirits slid through the stone and mortar and entered Voldemort's throne room. Voldemort was pacing back and forth in front of a cowering Wormtail.
"It's time to go spelunking in the special cave, again," Voldemort said knowingly.
"But Master, the 'cave' is dark and... and..." Wormtail nervously stammered. "It's unnatural!"
"What are they talking about?" Hermione asked knowing that Voldemort and his lackey could neither hear nor see the two teens.
"I don't know. Maybe they're talking about where the missing Horcrux is?" offered Harry. "Perhaps Voldemort is asking Wormtail to go into the cave where it's hidden to check up on it."
"Nothing about me is natural," Voldemort hissed at Wormtail's hesitation. He threw a very small harness, something that would fit onto a rat, at the animagus' feet. "Now, transform!"
Wormtail quickly changed into his rat-form and the Dark Lord pulled a cardboard tube, similar to the type from a roll of paper towel, out of his robes.
"What in heaven's name are they doing?" Hermione asked.
"You better have clipped your nails this time, Wormtail," Voldemort threatened as he began to turn around. "I was bleeding for days last time!"
The villain reached down and grabbed the string that was attached to Wormtail's harness. Then, much to Harry and Hermione's disgust, Voldemort threw off his robes and revealing his deathly pale and boney arse to them. Voldemort positioned the cardboard tube at his bum and it finally became clear what the Dark Lord and Wormtail were about to do.
"WE HAVE TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW!" both Harry and Hermione screamed as Voldemort knelt down on the floor and began to wedge the tube into his rectum.
"Let's get out of here!" Harry cried in fear. "End the ritual now!"
"I can't!" Hermione said, beginning to panic. It won't end until you ejaculate!"
"Work faster!" demanded Harry with terror. "We have to leave right now!"
"I know! I'm trying!" Hermione snapped as she began to furiously pump on Harry's member in desperation, trying her best to make him cum, thereby canceling the spell. Harry, even through his growing nausea, felt that Hermione was creating enough friction to start a fire. Harry cringed as Wormtail scampered into the tube, he could hear the rat's tiny claws scarping on the inside of the tube.
"Oooh that's it," Voldemort cooed in a most disturbing manner as Wormtail disappeared from view into the tube. "Who's been a good Dark Lord?"
Harry's blood ran cold as he saw Voldemort's face tighten, and the villain declared, "That's right! I've been a good Dark Lord! A VERY GOOD DARK LORD!" Harry heard Wormtail squeak in pain
In a snap, Harry and Hermione returned to their bodies. Harry hadn't cum, but instead had rapidly lost his erection, thereby aborting the ritual abruptly. To be honest, just saying that Harry had lost his erection was a little understated. It was more like 'Harry, Jr.' was so frightened at what Voldemort did with his free time that the penis ran away and hid, threatening never to come out again. He also saw that his penis was fairly red and raw from Hermione's desperate and panicky pumping. Harry shivered and noticed that he was covered in a cold sweat. He looked down to check on how his girlfriend was doing.
"Hermione, are you okay - ?" but Harry was unable to finish his question because he saw Hermione's pretty hazel eyes roll up into her head and she fainted. This of course led to an immediate problem for Harry because she fell forward and into him. But the fact that she fell into him wasn't the main problem. Rather the issue was that she fell rapidly and with a great deal of force, with her forehead smashing into his genitals - in other words; Hermione accidentally, and very savagely, head-butted Harry's nuts. Harry curled up in the fetal position screaming in pain with Hermione's face was still buried in his groin before blacking out himself.
To Be Continued |
Title: 14yo Girls Gone Wild
Tags: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Mature, Romance
Introduction:
Girls, young and old alike, will almost always be willing to flash if the mood is right.
Content:
Fbailey story number 378
14yo Girls Gone Wild
I was suckered into chaperoning a field trip with Miss Amore. She was the Earth Science teacher and it was her idea to take just the girls off into the woods for a full day of exploration. I was the teacher adviser of the Photography Club and Miss Amore told me to come prepared to take some nature pictures.
Miss Amore had requisitioned a small bus for the trip that would hold the nineteen girls and her along with the driver, I was to be the bus driver too. She sure knew how to pick her helpers. In me she kind of got three for one.
That particular bus was normally used to take the basketball players to ‘away’ games and was equipped with a VCR and a DVD player so that they could review games with the opposing players.
I had just pulled out of the parking lot when one of the girls hit ‘play’ on the machine. The screen came down automatically and the music began. It sounded loud, strange, and choppy but the girls seemed to like it. It went silent and I wondered why. Then there was a lot of giggling with Miss Amore trying to keep control. After ten or fifteen minutes it dawned on me that the boys had left some sort of a dirty movie in the player and Miss Amore was allowing the girls to watch it. I told them to turn up the volume if they wanted to hear it and reminded them that we had another half-hour to go before we got to our destination.
At my suggestion Miss Amore cranked up the volume and the girls went wild. The conversation turned to breast sizes and who had what on the bus. From there it went to who had sex, what positions they liked, and if they liked girls too. After that it was which ones of them would dare flash me when I was holding a camera.
I knew they were all approximately fourteen years old, give or take a year, and that it could only cause me harm…but I couldn’t help but wonder if Miss Amore would join in.
There was some rustling around back there and then I heard Miss Amore tell the girls to save it until the bus stopped at our designated area. She told them that if they wished to become Girls Gone Wild that they should do it in front of the camera. They talked for a while and then they agreed that to be even more daring that they should do ‘their thing’ as they got off the bus. They would get as revealing as they dared and walk down the steps to the ground and then walk right at me. I would be several paces away to make them expose themselves for a longer period of time. Then of course they had to figure out the order of decent down those stairs. After that they were all talking about going down topless, or nude, or just lifting their blouses for me. They talked about dropping their shorts and mooning the camera. I figured that they were all talk but then again I was hoping for something good, especially if it were only Miss Amore.
Miss Amore, which means love in French, was a very attractive woman in her late twenties. She was about five feet two inches tall and she had her hair in a ponytail. She blended right in with the fourteen-year-old girls in size and appearance. Even her breasts were perfect compared to the other girls.
Then the moment of truth arrived. I pulled into our designated area and stopped. There was not supposed to be anyone within a mile of us so that our section of the woods would not be disturbed by anyone else.
I looked back at the girls and they watched me as I dug out my digital camcorder, checked the tiny disc and the batteries before grabbing my bag and heading off the bus. I heard a commotion behind me as the girls realized that they had put their feet in their mouths, so to speak.
I was ready and waiting for several minutes when finally one girl walked off the bus, looked at me, turned pink, and then lifted her T-shirt to show me her tiny tits. She held it up for the entire walk to me, and then she stated her name for the record. She slowly lowered her T-shirt and stood next to me.
The next girl walked off the bus carrying her shirt and proudly displaying her breasts and her hard nipples. She got to me and stated her name then stood off to the side.
One by one the girls tried to ‘one up’ the previous girl by showing me their ass or lowering their shorts to show me some pubic hair. The last three just walked off the bus carrying their T-shirts, shorts, and panties. Apparently no one had been wearing a bra. Two of the girls were a little shy and tried to cover their pussies with a hand but eventually moved it for me to photograph them.
Last but certainly not least was Miss Amore. She was not only naked but she wasn’t carrying any clothes with her at all. She smiled, she turned, and she squatted to show off her shaved pussy to its finest. Her body sure matched most of the girls.
When she got closer to me she said, “Hello. My name is Miss Amanda Amore and I’m the teacher. I’m horny from watching that Girls Gone Wild DVD and from all of the sexy girl talk on the bus.” Then she called me by name and said, “You need to fuck me real soon and often after that too. That is if you don’t mind me being a sure thing.”
Mind? Hell no. I didn’t mind at all.
When Miss Amore told the girls that she had no intention of putting her clothes back on, especially on such a nice spring day, they chose to discard their clothes too…on one condition… that they get to watch me fuck their teacher. Miss Amore was all in favor of mixing Sex Education with her Earth Science fieldtrip.
The girls stripped off their clothes and put them back on the bus. I chose to stay dressed so that I could protect them if anyone came near. Really, I was afraid that someone would catch me naked with all these minors and arrest me.
They got their notebooks, pens, sample bags, and then we took off. Once we were into the woods a short distance Miss Amore found a downed tree. She told me that it was time for me to fuck her. She helped me out of my pants and underwear and then played with my hard cock. She gave the girls a sex education lesson on the male anatomy and then sucked it into her mouth. That caused a few of the girls to gag. Soon she was masturbating herself and gave the girls another lesson on the female anatomy. Then without any need for foreplay she sat me on that log and sat on my cock facing me. With our height differences we were perfectly matched to kiss, and kiss we did until I thought that she was going to suck my entire tongue into her wonderful mouth. As her orgasm approached she asked me to pinch and twist her nipples hard. That put her right over the edge along with me too as I filled her pussy with cum. Miss Amore then showed the girls my discharge as it dripped out of her pussy and had each girl suck some from her fingers as she fingered herself. Most of the girls liked it but a few didn’t.
We did a good hour of fieldwork like we were supposed too, then it was time for me to fuck her again…that time doggy style. Again I had to pinch and twist her nipples when her orgasm hit.
Another hour of fieldwork and we returned to the bus for lunch. The girls sat in the grass and ate as I filmed them in the nude. That time they didn’t hesitate to open their legs and even hold their pussies open for me. It was quite a change from the ‘getting off the bus’ scene earlier.
Right after lunch Miss Amore wanted sex again. That time she wanted to be gagged, blindfolded, and tied to steaks. I looked around and then had some of the girls help me. I shoved a pair of damp panties into her mouth, I pulled a black pair of panties over her head to cover her eyes, and then I had four girls wrap T-shirts around her wrists and ankles and pull them tight. It was then my turn. I undressed, climbed over her, and just thrust my member into her without any warning at all. I entered her in one thrust. I knew that Miss Amore was into light bondage and that some pain translated into pure pleasure for her. So I tried to beat her into the ground and bruise her pelvis as I fucked her.
To continue their sex education I told the girls all about the missionary position, how Miss Amore was enjoying the slight pain, and how they could raise their legs to encompass their boyfriend’s waist and allow deeper penetration. I encouraged the rest of the girls to give their teacher a tittie-twister. In no time at all I was filling Amanda for the third time.
When the girls released her limbs Amanda removed the panties from her eyes and mouth. She wanted to know who the panties in her mouth belonged too. When she found out who, she just smiled and told the girl that they were very tasty and that she would love to taste the source.
After that Miss Amore explained how nice the missionary position could be for the girl and how much deeper the boy could get his penis into her. They laughed when she said that every inch counted.
An inquiry got me an immediate answer that only three of the girls had lost their virginity. They even told the rest of us how and who with. One surprised us when she said that her father had been fucking her for over a year. However, she did not want anyone to cause her or her father any trouble. Miss Amore swore everyone to secrecy about that girl and what they had done all day long. She reminded them that her and I could get in a lot of trouble.
The afternoon was very beneficial. The class managed to find about twice as many items as Miss Amore had intended. The girls identified each one and Miss Amore was very proud of their work.
Before we got back on the bus, Miss Amore got on her back and had me slip my cock into her asshole. She was not lubricated and it was very hard for me to force it into her but the harder I forced it in the more she enjoyed it. As we performed anal sex she told the girls all about it. She told them that anal sex and oral sex would keep them from getting pregnant too.
Of course on the way back to the school Amanda gave me a blowjob and showed the girls her mouthful of cum before swallowing it. Miss Amore filmed all of the girls sucking on the head of my cock, as a way of saying thank you for a great day.
Miss Amore came home with me that night and never left.
The End
14yo Girls Gone Wild
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Title: 14 - College Years 6 - My Summer
Tags: True Story, Male / Older Female
Introduction:
The brief version of my summer
Content:
Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off-chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have stories before this - while the other stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection.
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A lot had happened since I had gone to visit Alexa. In the last couple months, we had our spring break, written midterms, she had come to visit once more, and we had decided on what our future plans were. Because her school simply didn’t have a program that met what I was currently enrolled in, she had agreed to transfer to my school, and had already filled out and had the paperwork approved. With finals only a few weeks away, Bill and I had realized we were late to the idea of securing housing for the next year. We had started to look for houses, but fortunately Alexa was down for the weekend, so we could really start looking seriously. We had narrowed it down to a few possible choices, but none of them were incredibly ideal. The first was a two-bedroom apartment. This normally wouldn’t be a problem, but Alexa and Ashley both wanted to live with me, and I was pretty adamant about living with Bill. One bathroom split between four people, and maybe a fifth if Erin stayed over a lot, did not sound very appealing to any of us. The other choices were all rental houses, and had too many rooms.
The first house we went to see had seven bedrooms. We had no idea how we were going to manage to come up with that kind of rent, and it seemed somewhat wasteful since three of us would probably be sharing one room the vast majority of the time. The second house had six bedrooms and three bathrooms, and was going to be expensive. The really nice thing about this house, though, was that the upstairs was one big bedroom with its own bathroom. The last house we saw had three bedrooms, but just like the apartment, it only had one bathroom.
We went back to the dorm, trying to figure out how we could make the second house fit for our budget and ourselves. We figured that each person living there would have to pay about $700 a month including utilities if we lived there only from August to April. If we lived there year round, it would only be $600 a month. These prices hinged on the fact that we would also need to have probably three or four other people living with us. We started to ask around, showed people pictures of the house that the owner had e-mailed us, and had finally come to a pretty decent group of people that might actually work. Other than Bill, Ashley, Alexa and myself, who would probably only need two bedrooms, we had talked to Trent and Andy, as well as Judy and Roxanne. We explained that the big upstairs bedroom would be taken, but everyone else would be able to figure out which room belonged to whom in a reasonable manner.
The owner was gracious enough to show us all through the house again, and was actually a little concerned since nine people met her at the door.
“This is my girlfriend,” Bill said, holding up Erin’s hand. “And that’s Rob’s girlfriend,” he continued, pointing at Alexa.
“You girls won’t be staying over all the time, right?” Mrs. Cekman asked.
“Of course not,” Alexa laughed. “What would our parents think?”
Mrs. Cekman seemed skeptical at best, but allowed us all inside. We looked around, and everyone seemed to like it. The house was newer, in good condition, and perhaps most importantly, was not too far from campus or the strip of bars that this town called ‘downtown’. Trent and Andy convinced everyone that they should get the two basement bedrooms on account of their being generally messier than everyone else. That left Bill to take the room isolated on one side of the house, so Roxanne and Judy could take the rooms that shared a wall. All in all, we thought we had a pretty good deal on our hands. With eight people living in this house, we could probably get away with everyone paying just over $550 a month if we rented year-round. We signed a preliminary agreement that was conditional on an inspection of the house by Judy’s dad, who fortunately worked in real estate.
We decided to go out for dinner to celebrate our good fortune, and then headed back to the dorm to celebrate with alcohol – while we had no problem getting enough booze to get way too drunk on a nightly basis, only a handful of us were legal age at this point. We had just returned to the dorm when I got a phone call from Mrs. Cekman.
“Rob?”
“Ya, who is this?”
“This is Jessica. Mrs. Cekman,” the voice answered.
“Oh, hey. Is everything ok?”
“Everything is fine – I just forgot to mention something when you kids were over at the house. Pending the inspection by Judy’s father, I am going to need first and last by the end of the month.”
“Well Judy’s dad should be coming up next weekend, so that shouldn’t be a problem,” I answered.
“Ok. I’m also going to need you kids to sign an insurance agreement just to state that you are liable for any damages to the interior of the house during your time living there. Could I drop it off at your dorm tonight?”
“That’d be fine. Do you need that back tonight?”
“No, no,” she answered. “When you give me the first and last checks, that will be fine.”
“Alright, I’ll see you in a little bit, then,” I told her, closing my phone and informing my friends of the conversation.
We all went back upstairs – some people went to shower, others to just chill for a bit. Bill went down to Erin’s room with his toothbrush, so he was likely gone for the evening. Alexa informed me she was going to have a shower, and I told her to go ahead - I needed to hang back and wait to see if Mrs. Cekman arrived. Alexa had been gone about twenty minutes already, and I had taken my shirt off to do a light workout in my room – just some pushups and crunches. Finally, another fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I figured it was Alexa, but it was Mrs. Cekman.
“Hey, Mrs. Cekman. Sorry,” I said, scrambling to grab a shirt.
“Don’t worry, Rob,” she answered, laughing. “And please, call me Jessica. I’ve seen plenty of young men with less clothes on than you over the last decade.”
She walked over and sat down on my bed. I thought that was kind of weird, so I asked about the papers.
“Oh, yes, they’re in my purse somewhere. Here you are, Rob,” she said, digging them out and placing them on the bed beside her.
I walked the few steps to my bed, picked the papers up, and casually walked back to the middle of the room to quickly glance over them.
“Do you know who of you kids will be staying the summer?”
“I probably will be… not sure who else,” I mumbled, not looking up from the papers.
“Have you thought about summer employment?”
I finally looked up from the papers. “Not really. I’ve been looking around the notices on campus, but nothing seems very permanent. Like 10 hours a week, or working overnight stocking shelves. I’m gonna need to find something, though if I expect to be able to afford living here.”
“Have you thought about offering services around your neighborhood?”
“Services?” I asked her, puzzled.
“Yes, like mowing lawns, painting, doing repairs – that sort of thing.”
“Oh… I figured that was more a high school kid job, but I guess if it pays the rent, it pays the rent. I was hoping to find something a little more permanent than that, though – something I can continue to do part time during the school year.”
Mrs. Cekman stood up, walking to meet me in the middle of the room.
“There are other ways to make money, Rob,” she said, trailing her fingers over the sweat on my abs. “There are lots of single women my age who live near that house.”
“Mrs. Cekman,” I began.
“Jessica,” she corrected me.
“Jessica,” I sighed. “I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to be so close to you right now. My girlfriend is having a shower, and she might come back at any minute.”
“I’m just saying, I can make your rent disappear, sweety,” she cooed in my ear, her hand fully rubbing my stomach now.
“So… what. I come over once in a while and we… you know… and you’ll cover my rent?”
“I’ll cover more than that,” she grinned, biting her lip.
“Like what?” I asked. I was shocked at her actions.
“I’ll buy your food… I’ll pay for stuff you need. Whatever it is.”
“And, what… How long does this go on for? What if you get bored, and then I’m broke and screwed?”
“Rob, I’ve been married for twenty years. I’ve been fucking kids your age and paying their way for the last twelve. You mull it over if you have to. I guarantee you won’t find a job that’s easier, more fun, and less work than what I’m offering you.”
She leaned in close again, gently licking my earlobe and running her hand down across my pants, brushing my cock. She stepped away, composed herself, grabbed her purse, and walked out of the room, leaving me speechless. Ashley and Alexa came in not two minutes later, wrapped in their towels.
“That was a long shower,” I commented idly.
“We had some fun,” Alexa beamed.
“Mrs. Cekman dropped off the papers,” I said, sitting down on my bed, staring into the space in front of me. “She offered to pay my rent and other shit if I fuck her once in a while.”
“She’s hot,” Ashley said, bluntly. “I would.”
I looked from Ashley to Alexa.
“As long as you’ve got enough left over for us, that sounds like a great deal, babe,” Alexa laughed.
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Finals passed, and everything with the house had checked out. Judy had been gracious enough to lend me her car for a day so I could move my stuff from the dorm to our rental house. I helped other people move some of the stuff as well that they didn’t want to have to take home for the summer and then bring back in August. I was settling in to my new house, and was happy to learn I wouldn’t be alone the whole summer. Andy and Trent had both decided to stay and got work in a hardware store. Judy moved in because she didn’t live far away anyway, and Roxanne also moved in because she was taking some summer courses to try and graduate a semester or two early. I had a king sized bed delivered for my room, and I was all set.
I was still looking for a part time job so I wouldn’t have to rely on the uncertainty of my arrangement with Mrs. Cekman to pay for things. She did, however, come through pretty well in advance. When I moved in, the fridge was full of fresh food, she had left probably $500 worth of beer and liquor in my room, and she had come over to help me set up the furniture. When we were finished, she sat on the mattress, since I hadn’t opened the sheets yet.
“A king size bed, eh?” Mrs. Cekman asked. “My husband and I didn’t even have a king until we were married five years.”
“I like my space,” I laughed.
“Your girlfriend is gonna be living here, isn’t she?” she asked, clearly knowing what was going on from the beginning.
“Yaaaaa,” I looked at her, noticing her smiling.
“It’s fine, Rob. I kind of figured that pretty easily.”
“Sorry,” I laughed.
“It’s ok. I know how you kids are. Just a heads up for you, though – living with someone is very different than dating someone. Sex aside, if you ever need to talk to me about it, I’m a good listener.”
“Thanks,” I smiled at her. She was a really nice lady, in spite of her being a sex-crazed cougar.
“Now, why don’t you come with me, and I’ll make us some dinner,” she said, taking my hand and leading me downstairs.
We got in her car, and her hand immediately rested on my leg as she drove the short distance to her house. When we got out, I was kind of shocked – I had seen this house a couple times throughout the year but had no idea who lived in it. If it wasn’t a mansion, it was the closest thing I had ever seen to one. Our rental house had six bedrooms in it (though it didn’t have much else beyond a kitchen/dining room and bathrooms), and this house had to be at least three times as long and twice as deep. It was the kind of house that would normally have electronic gates at the driveway and ten-foot tall fences all around the property. It probably would have had those things if it weren’t such a quiet college town. The lawn was in pristine condition, with the greenest grass I had ever seen. Trees and bushes lined the arcing driveway, and we pulled up next to a Lamborghini as she parked her car.
“Jesus Christ,” I stood in awe of everything here.
“Come on,” she laughed at me, taking my hand again and leading me inside.
“Whose Lambo is that?” I asked her as we walked past it.
“My husbands. He’s out of town on business, though,” she grinned, stopping at the top of the steps leading to her front door.
Turning, she pulled the back of my neck into her, kissing me passionately, and grinding her crotch against my leg. She led me inside and told me to go into the third room on the right and get changed. I walked in and noticed she had left a speedo on the bed for me to change into. I looked around, hoping that this wasn’t what she had in mind. Eventually, she poked her head around the corner of the door, and told me to put the speedo on and to find my way to the backyard. I dropped my clothes in a pile on the bed, put the speedo on, careful to tuck things in so nothing was poking out, and managed to find my way to the backyard after a few minutes. I was once again left in awe – Mrs. Cekman had a huge pool, a hot tub that looked big enough to seat fifteen to twenty people, a huge gazebo with a full living room’s worth of furniture, and a tennis court that also had some basketball nets. I found her turning the grill on, two big steaks ready to go on a plate beside her.
“You should rent this house out,” I joked.
“Then I would never have my privacy,” she laughed.
“Don’t you get lonely in a house this big?”
“Not when I have company,” she smiled, dropping the steaks on the grill. “Keep an eye on these while I go make a salad,” she handed me the tongs.
I stood, admiring the scenic backyard and making sure I didn’t burn our dinner. I couldn’t even see the next closest house through the trees, and I did happen to spot a big fence surrounding the backyard. While the front was open, I guess they liked to keep their backyard private, which made sense. I flipped the steaks, making sure everything was cooking nicely, when Mrs. Cekman came back outside wearing a tiny bikini. She put the salad down on a patio table, before coming to stand beside me.
“Well?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.
“You look amazing,” I told her, taking her hand and twirling her around to help her show off her body.
She did have an amazing body. For a woman who was probably nearing fifty, she didn’t seem to have any sag that I could see so far. Her skin was tan, tight, and she had the nicest little freckles from her tanning. Her blonde hair was about shoulder length, though she had put it into a ponytail when she’d gone inside. She had a few small wrinkles on her face, but nothing that screamed her age. She had smallish breasts, probably a B cup, but I was glad she hadn’t had any plastic surgery done – either that, or she had the world’s best surgeon, because I couldn’t see anything. She had a nice round ass, too – not the kind you see on a twenty year old, but the kind you get with keeping in shape and getting older.
“These are just about ready,” I told her, pressing the steaks into the grill with the tongs.
She had taken her heels off, so she had to stand on her tiptoes to stick her tongue in my ear, gently biting the lobe. I could feel myself straining against the speedo, and knew it wouldn’t be very long before something gave one way or another. Stepping in between my arms, she took the tongs from my hand, and placing my hand on her flat stomach. I let my other hand roam down a little further, only to be lightly slapped with the metal equipment.
“Not yet,” she cooed. “Dinner first, then dessert,” she smiled back at me, wiggling her ass against my now rock hard cock.
Taking the steaks off the grill, she bent over to turn off the gas, making sure to rub against me even more. I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped my lips, and she rose back up, turning around and smiling.
“I should’ve got you a bigger speedo,” she laughed, putting the steaks on a plate and leading me over to the table.
I looked down, noticing the immense bulge in my outfit, before sitting down beside her on a loveseat at the table. I put some salad on my plate with a steak, and was just about to cut into it, when I felt Mrs. Cekman’s hand grasp my cock through the speedo.
“I think maybe you should let him out before he chokes to death,” she laughed, trying to lift the side enough for me to squeeze out.
I quickly lifted my hips, ripping the whole speedo off, and sitting back down, my cock pointing up at an angle.
“You have a lucky girlfriend,” she smiled, wrapping her hand around my cock while she ate her salad with the other.
She didn’t move her hand, just letting it sit wrapped around my girth, while she ate and attempted to carry on a normal conversation. We talked about my studies, and my plans for after school, and I asked her about what she did when she was my age in school. When she got to her steak, she didn’t even bother removing her hand to cut it – she picked the whole thing up on her fork and just chewed it off with her teeth. I had finished my meal, and helped her out at this point, cutting her steak for her. She put her fork down, opening her mouth and inviting me to feed her. I picked her fork up, but she smacked my hand, so I put it down. I went to pick my own fork up, but she smacked me again.
“Use your hands,” she told me, putting her second hand on my cock, still not moving in any way on it.
I grabbed the first piece of steak, and she opened her mouth again. Placing it at the edge of her mouth, she opened wider. I dropped the steak in her mouth, and was about to move my hand to pick up another piece, when her mouth darted forward, sucking my finger in. I moaned again, completely in the control of the sexual being that possessed this woman. She released my hand, chewing the steak, and swallowing it. Licking her lips, she told me she was done eating, and finally begin to move her hands up and down my cock. I reached over, pulling her bikini top strings, and letting the bikini fall to the ground in front of her. She stood up, pulling my cock with her, and led me over to the pool house. Walking inside, she grabbed a towel, before leading me back outside and walking over to the grass. She put the towel down, and lay down on her back, resting on her elbows. Curling her finger at me, she spread her legs wide, pointing at her bikini bottom. I got on my knees, waiting for her to lift her hips, and then pulling her bottoms off. Her pussy looked delicious.
“Eat me, stud,” she told me, allowing her head to drop to the towel.
I picked her ass up in my hands, and went to town. Rapidly kissing and tonguing her clit, she squirmed in my hands, her body bucking slightly every time I tongued her clit. I sucked her clit in, and drove three fingers into her soaked pussy. Her breathing was getting heavy, and her hand ran through my hair, both pulling me and pushing me as she reached her orgasm. I didn’t stop, continuing to kiss her inner thighs as her pussy tightened around my fingers. Her fingers grabbed at my hair, as her hips bucked up into my face, splashing my face with her juices. Finally, her body lowered to the towel, with me still kissing her thighs and licking around her lips.
“Who taught you to eat pussy like that?” she gasped for air.
“Porn and practice?” I laughed.
I shimmied up her body, kissing her mouth, allowing her to taste her own juices from my lips and tongue.
“Do you need to go back to your house tonight?” she asked, stroking my face.
“Nope,” I told her. “I can stay all summer if you need me to,” I smiled down at her.
“My husband might not like that,” she laughed, kissing me again. “Let’s take care of you,” she told me, pushing me and forcing me to roll onto my back.
She straddled my hips, facing away from me, before lowering herself onto my waiting cock. She wasn’t very tight, but she was tight enough, and I could feel her legs quivering against mine as her pussy stretched to accommodate me. She quickly began to raise and lower her hips, fucking me, while her nice round ass bobbed on my cock in front of my face. I helped her along, lifting and lowering her, and spreading her ass to see my cock penetrating her hot snatch. Her legs were like jelly – I wasn’t sure if she was still coming down from her orgasm, or if she just had weak legs, but I could I feel her pussy gripping my cock like it never wanted to let go. She squeaked each time she bottomed out on me, pausing for a second before lifting herself up again. I reached up, holding her still, and removing myself from her, before picking her up and moving her over to the gazebo, like a groom carrying his bride across the threshold.
“We can’t get the couch dirty,” she told me.
I put her down on her feet, before pondering my next move. She grabbed my cock once again, leading me back to the pool house. She dragged me into the shower stall, turning the water on and leaning against the wall, her ass sticking out. I rubbed my cock in between her ass cheeks, before slamming back into her pussy, getting a loud shriek of pleasure for my efforts. I pulled her ponytail back, grabbing her throat with my other hand as I rammed my cock in and out of her pussy as hard and fast as I could. Her moans kept dropping to whispers every brief moment that my cock was fully inside her. I pulled out of her briefly, turning her to face me and lifting her leg over my shoulder. Replacing my cock inside her, I fucked up into her, kissing her roughly while my body worked hard to keep up the pace. Mrs. Cekman must have sensed I was going to cum soon, because she screamed for me to cum in her pussy. I pumped hard for a little longer before unleashing my sperm into her hot hole, holding her tightly against the wall and leaning on her as my muscles weakened slightly. I found her lips again, kissing her deeply, as my cock stayed hard inside her.
“God, I love young men… you can fuck for hours.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, pulling my cock from her and allowing her to wash me off in the stream of water.
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We had spent the night in one of her many guest rooms, fucking all night and sleeping for a little while in between each session. When I woke up, Mrs. Cekman was nowhere to be found. I went to the washroom, relieving myself, before venturing to the kitchen with no clothes on – I was going to try and find my new lover and surprise her. Turning a corner on my way to the kitchen, I walked right into a woman who was not Mrs. Cekman.
“Oh man, I’m sorry,” I scrambled to cover my nudity.
“Oh, Jessica,” the woman called out. “I think I found your newest toy,” she smirked at me.
“Yaaaa,” I mumbled. “Hi.”
“He’s a hot young thing, isn’t he?” Mrs. Cekman answered, joining us in the hallway.
“Rob, this is my good friend and neighbor, Mrs. Dunworthy.”
“Nice to meet you,” I did my best to smile.
“Kids today have no manners,” Mrs. Dunworthy laughed. “Don’t you kids shake hands anymore?”
“Rachel!” Mrs. Cekman smacked her friend on the arm. “She’s just trying to get a peek at what you’re hiding under those hands, Rob. Ignore her.”
“Ignore me? You aren’t going to share this one like the others?”
I stood there, very uneasy about the whole situation.
“All in good time, Rachel. If you come back later this afternoon, maybe I can make myself scarce for an hour.”
Mrs. Cekman led Mrs. Dunworthy past me towards the front hall. Mrs. Dunworthy took this opportunity to turn and openly grab my ass, squeezing the cheek roughly. After they’d left the area, I continued to the kitchen, standing and looking outside until Mrs. Cekman returned.
“Sorry about Rachel,” she sighed, putting her arms around me from behind.
“It’s alright. I just wasn’t expecting to see anyone else in the house. That’s why I came out here naked,” I took her hands, placing them on abs, and giving them a helpful push down.
“I can’t right now, Rob. I need to go make sure some tenants get moved in at another house ok. Do you want to come with me? They’re four young women who probably wouldn’t mind getting to know you.”
“Would it be ok if I passed? I need to go finish unpacking and setting things up myself,” I explained.
“Of course – get dressed and I’ll drive you back over. Do you want to come back this afternoon?”
“For Mrs. Dunworthy?” I asked.
“Well, if you want,” Mrs. Cekman laughed. “I meant for me – my husband will be out of town still, and I would love to get my hands on this as much as I can while he’s gone,” she purred, grabbing my cock.
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Mrs. Cekman picked me up again a few hours later, driving me back to her house. In the car, she told me to take my cock out. Leaning over, she narrowly avoided hitting the curb as she wrapped her hand around me, stroking me gently. We had barely got inside the house with my pants around my ankles when there was a knocking at the door.
“Jessica, I just saw you pull in, open up,” I heard a voice say.
Without waiting for me to pull my pants up, Mrs. Cekman opened the door, letting Mrs. Dunworthy in. I did my best to cover up, but it was much harder with my erection.
“My, my… you don’t waste any time, Jessica,” Mrs. Dunworthy laughed.
With a look from her friend, Mrs. Cekman whispered in my ear that she would be outside if I needed anything, walking away into the house.
“Shall we?” Mrs. Dunworthy asked, biting her lip and taking my hand. “It’s alright to be a little nervous, Rob. I realize you weren’t expecting to be doing this sort of thing today.”
I watched her ass pop with every step she took. She was a little on the heavy side, but all it did was accentuate her curves. She had huge tits, probably E cup or bigger, a nice fat ass, and shoulder-length brown hair. Her skin was incredibly soft, and she turned to smile at me once more before pulling me into a bedroom and closing the door behind me. I crossed the large room, before turning and sitting on the bed. Mrs. Dunworthy had already gotten down to just her panties by the time I had turned around – her tits were sagging a fair amount, partially from age, but also quite likely from the size.
“Do you and Mrs. Cekman share young men often?” I asked her, as she tried to seductively walk towards me.
“Not every young man,” she smiled. “When she told me how good you fucked her last night, I knew I was going to get my turn, too.”
I was just stunned. I think every young man probably likes to fantasize about the MILFs in his neighborhood, and I can only imagine how much of an orgasm overload I would have had if I had lived here when I was thirteen.
“So do you need help with anything?” Mrs. Dunworthy asked me, dropping to her knees and gently playing with my cock.
“A blowjob would be great,” I smiled.
She laughed. “That’s not what I meant. Do you need help paying for your school and your books? Do you need gas money?”
“Uhh.. my parents are paying for school and stuff, and Mrs. Cekman is…” I trailed off.
“Letting you live for free?”
“Ya,” I answered.
“We can figure something out. Maybe we can talk about getting you a car in a few months.”
That sounded like a pretty sweet deal to me – I currently had to rely on Judy any time I needed to actually drive somewhere. Even though I could walk to class, it would still be nice to be able to have a car at my disposal, and not hoping that Judy wasn’t busy.
Mrs. Dunworthy noticed I was lost in thought, and decided to bring me back to reality by taking me in her mouth. Jerking me quickly, she sucked tightly on the head, gently biting and scraping her teeth on me every so often. I reached down to play with her tits, squeezing the behemoths and gently pinching her nipples.
“What’s your favorite position, baby boy?” she asked me, standing up and taking her panties off.
“I’m good with whatever,” I grinned.
“Doggy?”
“Good choice,” I told her, slapping her ass roughly as she passed me to kneel on the bed.
I stood behind her, holding my cock and lining her pussy up with the tip. She bounced her plump ass up and down a bit, begging me to fuck her with her body. I obliged, pressing forward and feeling her lips spread as I entered her hot cunt. I grabbed her wide hips, pushing in and out very slowly, teasing her as I fucked her. She began ramming back into me, trying to speed the process up, but I re-gripped her hips, holding her firmly to go at a slower pace. I put one foot on the bed, then the other, spreading my legs wide to get on top of her and keep fucking her wet hole from above. I could tell I was hitting her g spot with the start of every thrust, because she buried her face in the bedding, squeaking every time.
“You like that?” I asked her, burying myself in her and reaching down to squeeze her huge breasts.
The bed muffled her moan, and I smiled at the pleasure I was giving this woman. I started to thrust again, feeling her pussy squeezing me as best as it could. I sped up my pace, grinning at every squelch of wetness that emerged from between us. She reached back to put her hand on my leg, and I stopped what I was doing, stepping off the bed. Turning over and crawling further onto the bed, she spread her legs for me. Her face was flushed, and I wasted no time before joining her, and allowing her legs to wrap around me as I entered her once more. I bit her lip roughly as I pumped her hot pussy, causing her hands to scratch my back. Squeezing her breasts towards my mouth, I sucked and bit her nipples, as her hands found their way down my back before squeezing my ass. I could feel her trying to reach my asshole with a finger, but her arms were just not long enough. We fucked like this for a few minutes, and I could feel myself ready to cum, telling her so.
“I haven’t tasted cum in a while,” she told me, prompting me to get up and feed her my cock.
My head tilted back as she took just my tip into her mouth, exploding all over the inside of it. She made noises indicating her appreciation for the taste, licking the head even after it had stopped twitching. Removing herself from me, she stood up, swallowing my creamy load.
“That was sexy,” Mrs. Cekman stood from the door, her hand in her pants.
“He’s a good fuck, Jess,” Mrs. Dunworthy said, putting her panties back on.
“I hope you didn’t tire him out, Rachel,” Mrs. Cekman laughed.
Putting the rest of her clothes on, Mrs. Dunworthy walked over to Mrs. Cekman, taking her hand from her panties and licking it clean. She then looked back at me and smiled.
“From the looks of it, he’s still good to go,” she giggled, before walking out of the room.
Mrs. Cekman told me to come over to her, which I did. She took my hand and led me to the master bedroom of the house, which was enormous. This one bedroom was probably bigger than a single floor in the house we were renting. It had two full bathrooms, one for him and one for her, a sauna, a custom-made bed bigger than a king, and its own mini living room set of furniture. She took me to her bathroom, which had a shower as well as full-sized Jacuzzi. She stripped her clothes and pulled me into the shower, kissing me passionately and just having a nice hot, relaxing shower.
“What did she offer you?” she asked, soaping up my still hard cock and washing me all over.
“She said we could talk about a car in a few months,” I answered, smiling.
“A car? Typical,” she laughed.
“Why’s that?”
“Her ex-husband owns a used car dealership and she still has him wrapped around her finger. You should make sure she gets you a good car – she can get junky ones from him for free.”
“Cool,” I told her, thanking her for the tip and kissing her again. “So how many of your friends am I going to have to be shared with?” I asked her, grabbing her ass roughly and pulling her towards me.
“I’m not sure,” she moaned, biting my neck gently. “I want you to myself as much as possible when my husband isn’t around, but I can’t stop you from fucking other women if you want to.” She gave my cock a few good tugs, before turning to face the wall and bending slightly to allow me to enter her.
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A few months later, school was about to start again, and I had been busy helping everyone moving in with their things. Ashley had decided to join me halfway through the summer, and was a little displeased with how often Mrs. Cekman was stopping by to pick me up for the day. A couple times, I was gone all weekend, staying with her or Mrs. Dunworthy.
“He’s probably fucked Mrs. Cekman ten times for every time he’s fucked either of us this summer,” Ashley complained to Alexa as I helped Alexa unpack her things.
“You guys were fine with it,” I sighed, not wanting to deal with this headache right at the moment.
“I’m still fine with it,” Alexa laughed. “Just as long as my baby comes back to me every time, he can fuck whoever he wants,” she pulled me to her, kissing me on the lips and squeezing my jaw tightly.
“Look, school is back on, Ash,” I told her, trying to reassure her. “I’m sure she’s not going to be coming around every day when I’ve got to study and shit.”
“She better not,” Ashley seemed kind of furious.
“He’s getting a pretty sweet deal, Ashley,” Alexa came to my defense. “His rent is covered, we don’t need groceries, and he even got a car that’s in pretty good shape.”
“He’s like a whore, though,” Ashley was getting annoying.
“Can you talk to her,” I whispered to Alexa, before leaving the room and going downstairs to make dinner.
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I had been in the kitchen for about thirty minutes when there was a knock on the door – it was Mrs. Cekman.
“Hey, Mrs. Cekman,” I said, inviting her inside.
“Everyone moved in ok?”
“Ya, Roxanne is getting here tonight – I think everyone’s all settled in already, though.”
“Can we talk, Rob?”
“Sure,” I told her, continuing to make dinner.
She looked around, clearly trying to check how private this conversation would be.
“No one’s home except for upstairs,” I told her, pulling out a chair at the table.
“I don’t know how this happened, but I think my husband knows I’ve been unfaithful. I may need to stop seeing you for a while.”
I sat down beside her, holding her hand.
“I’m not going anywhere for at least three years,” I smiled at her.
“I’ve really loved spending time with you this summer, Rob.”
“Me too,” I told her, rubbing her hand gently.
“Do you think I could have a copy of your class schedule? I still want you in me from time to time when you’re free and I can make an excuse to get away from the house.”
I told her my schedule, and let her know I would be very excited to see her whenever she could.
“This happens every time,” she told me. “My husband’s business picks up for a few months, and he’s gone for days and weeks at a time. Then there’s a lull for months, and he’s in the house most of every day.”
“It’s ok,” I laughed. “I’m going to be busy with school. We’ll find time,” I told her, leaning over to kiss her softly.
She lifted her hips briefly, pulling her panties off and handing them to me. I held them to my face, smelling her scent and listening to her.
“Cum in them for me on Friday, and I will come back to put them on.”
I sniffed them again, smiling at her, before kissing her again and walking her to the door, saying goodbye.
Dinner was now ready, and I hadn’t heard a peep from upstairs in a while – I walked upstairs, opening the door and seeing Alexa sitting on Ashley’s face, jamming a dildo in and out of her pussy. Catching Alexa’s attention, I motioned to her that dinner was ready. She shook her head, nodding her head at me and then pointing at Ashley’s pussy. I took my pants off, and when Alexa removed the dildo, I climbed on the bed. Rubbing my cock up and down her wet lips, I then plunged inside, leaning over to kiss my girlfriend while I fucked our mistress. Fucking her deep and hard for a while, I eventually moaned into my girlfriend’s ear that I was going to cum. Reaching down, she grabbed the base of my cock while I was between thrusts, and pulled me out, gripping me hard and pulling me to her mouth. I came violently, filling her mouth with my seed – I had finally stopped cumming when she removed herself from me, and got off Ashley’s face. Continuing to hold her down, she opened her mouth, letting my cum drip from her mouth into Ashley’s. Ashley licked her lips, making sure to get every last drop.
“Dinner’s probably cold,” I smiled, putting my pants back on, happy that these girls were in my life. |
Title: 14 LOVE DOVE LOVE SHOVE
Tags: True Story, Discipline, Humiliation, Male / Female Teens, Romance, Young
Introduction:
Just sit back and enjoy the ride!
Content:
34 LOVE DOVE
"Jeff, the phone's for you."
"I'm not home, Dad."
"Believe me, you're home."
"OK.... Hello? ... Maria! I miss you. I'm so, so, so sorry! I don't ever want sex. I just want you."
All Jeff hears is crying.
"Oh Maria, thank you! Thank you, Lord!"
"I'm sorry I ignored your calls, my best man. I can be hard-headed."
"And I can be pushy. Can I come over now?"
"Mama will leave soon. Can I come there?"
"Sean, can Maria come over? ... He says yes!"
Soon Maria arrives. Jeff opens the door before she gets to it. Without words they hug and they hug. Then they hug some more. "Sir, may I come in?"
Laughing, "Of course, madam."
"You're actually wearing clothes."
"Yeah, I felt like clothes today."
"Jeff, you look different. I can't believe it."
Looking down, "I do? I've gone through a lot."
"Let's go swimming."
"Sean can we go ..."
"That's fine."
"Maria, I'm getting my bathing suit."
"You have one? I didn't bring one."
"That's OK, I'll be right back."
When Jeff gets back, Maria's sitting naked with her feet kicking the water. "Wow, Jeff. That bathing suit looks big enough to fit Sean."
"Oh well, let's swim."
They have lots of fun but Maria notes that Jeff lost his precious carefree spirit. After a long good-bye kiss, she asks, "You going to the beach tomorrow?"
"For sure, now."
"See you there, sweetheart."
35 RAD DAD, SAD DAD
Seconds after Rachel gets home through Friday's rush hour traffic, Sean's father rings the doorbell. "Hi Louis. I'm exhausted. Did you call first?"
"No. That's why I rang the doorbell. Is everyone decent?"
"We always are."
"Oh, yes. I mean dressed."
"Come in. I'll check."
Sean comes from his office. "Dad let me greet my significant other first."
"Of course," as he turns to the magazine rack to be polite.
... "OK. Dad, what's happening," reaching for his hand.
Shaking hands, "I'm sure you're eager for dinner, so I'll be brief. I examined Rachel's references to nudity during the early Church. I found them to be accurate, amazingly, but I don't share her conclusions." Turning to Rachel, "But I see your views as reasonable. So I now respect your attitude about naturism."
Rachel reaches to hug Louis, "Thank you. I'm so delighted!"
Louis stuns them both, "So I would be honored to pastor your wedding."
Sean quickly answers, "We already decided we want you to enjoy the wedding as Dad, rather than as Pastor. Rachel's girlfriend already accepted the responsibility, including four sessions of pre-marital counseling."
"Oh? OK then. Let me be on my way."
"Dad. You look sad."
"Son, I don't feel like I'm an intricate part of your life anymore."
"Dad, you equipped me with wonderful wings to fly. I treasure that always."
"Yes, I did, didn't I! Thank you, Sean."
36 NEW VIEW
When Alex sees Jeff, Sean and Rachel walk onto the beach, he runs to greet them. Then he takes Sean aside, "Sean, I see now how rude I've been to you, in so many ways. Now it amazes me at how patient you have been with me. I'll probably always think you're hot, but I don't want to shove it down your throat anymore. I don't want to hate you anymore either."
"Did Jeff put you up to this?"
Puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Smiling, "No, it's just a coincidence. I know you're being real. Thanks so much. How about a hug?"
Emotionally they hug each other tightly. Sean follows with, "Like wow! No woody today?"
Alex laughs, "Cute!"
"I agree."
Alex smiles, then runs over to Jeff. "You're wearing a bathing suit! It even covers your knees!"
"Yeah, I felt cool this morning."
"Cool? It's hot! So what's happening?"
"I found out who started the wild rumors."
"You did! I didn't. Who?"
"Fred and I agreed to keep his name out of it. He agreed to kill the rumors."
"Oh! No wonder. I think it worked."
"Great!"
"I'm lonely. Logan won't even talk to me. Have you seen him lately?"
Jeff balks, then says, "No," thinking, "A whole lot more than I bargained for."
Angrily, "OK! What's going on with you and Logan!?"
Rage surges through every inch of Jeff's body, "I hate the bas... the beast."
Alex falls over in disbelief as Jeff now screams in agony.
Frantic, "Sheeesh, this is bad!"
When Jeff calms down, "Yeah, I can't talk about it. I hurt bad."
Perplexed, "Logan couldn't hurt a fly."
"I guess it's too small."
"What are you talking about?"
"Alex, I need to be alone. I'm sorry."
"OK buddy, I'll catch you later."
When Alex leaves, Rachel comes to sit beside her son, ignoring the sand that finds her crack. "Mom, the hurt keeps coming back. It gets worse and worse."
"Yes, but it will start to lessen slowly."
"How slow!"
"I shouldn't have said that. Just take one day of trouble at a time. What did that churchman say?"
"Trust that God knows what he's doing." Jeff sighs, "That's real hard right about now."
"When it's hardest, it's most important."
"Easy for you to say!"
"You started reading the Bible every day. Jump to the Psalms. In some, the writer cries out in agony to God."
"Really? I'll do that."
37 MUST TRUST
The sight of Jeff's bathing suit bewilders Maria as she gets to the beach. She senses it'd be best to ignore it, asking Sonya and Roberto to do the same. When she hugs Jeff she realizes Jeff already has sunscreen on. She says nothing despite her disappointment. But by now Jeff feels better, so is wonderful to be with. When he sees Fred with Cindy, he jumps for joy. He follows with, “Uh oh," thinking of his flirting with Tami.
Maria snaps, "I saw that look."
Jeff quickly admits all, including the five girls who visited. "I really had a lot of fun Maria. But afterwards I couldn't stand being without you."
Maria smiles, "You just passed the test with flying colors."
Upset, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I already knew about the girls."
"Please don't test me. We're supposed to be committed to each other. I say something stupid and you walk off. Maybe I need to test you."
"Oh my! That's awful. I failed you. I didn't even know it! I need to tell Mama so she can correct me if I mess up again."
"See, we can do this. Now I need to tell you something, but only briefly. Please don't try to find out more from someone else."
"OK, my love."
"I'm hurting real bad about something--nothing about you. Yeah that hurt too. But Mom says this will take a long time to get over. I could tell that you have been sensing something. So now you know, it's not about you. Maybe you can help me heal."
"Oh, Jeff. Thanks for telling me. Now I don't have to worry about it. So are you ready for Fred and Cindy?"
"Sure. After a big wet one."
"Miaow."
38 SEND FRIEND
Fred hears that Alex wasn't seeing Logan anymore, so he asks Jeff to invite Alex, Jamie and himself to go swimming. "Great idea. Jamie says he's not gay but who knows, he may hit it off with Alex."
"That's what I think too."
"No nudity though."
"Good."
Jeff makes the arrangements. Alex shows up first. They go out back to talk. Jeff sees a lizard that he talks to also.
"Jeff, you make the strangest friends."
"What? Look at this lovable little lizard."
Alex laughs, "Not the lizard. Jamie. I realize Fred's no jerk no more, but Jamie!"
"Fred says he's cool now."
"That's not what I hear, but if Fred can change, anybody can. I see you're going baggie again."
Jeff smiles, "Yeah, Jamie's coming."
"Jeff, I know you better. I figure that bathing suit has something to do with Logan hurting you."
Jeff doesn't respond.
"So I have a pretty good idea what happened. But I don't want you to tell me. I really don't wanna know."
"Alex, please don't talk to anyone about it."
"I knew you would say that. We're best friends, right!"
"You bet! Thanks."
"I need to talk to Sean though, OK?"
"Sure."
By the way, did you steal those threads from Sean?"
Jeff just smiles. Alex knocks on the office door, even though it's open. "Come in, Alex."
"Sean, do you have a minute?"
"For you? Of course."
"I'm getting mad at Logan too, even though I don't know what he did to Jeff."
"I hear you."
"But I'm feeling guilty too. Bad."
"Do you know why?"
"I got impatient with Logan."
"Impatient about what?"
"I shouldn't say."
"About him going limp?"
Alex's eyes pop wide open.
"Yeah Alex, I thought that was it."
"So I should feel guilty!"
"No. Nodda. You weren't trying to hurt Logan, were you?
"Of course not!"
"That's my point. Next time you'll be more sensitive. That's all."
"But that doesn't change what happened. So I don't feel any better."
"That helps you understand what Logan may be feeling. But remember, Logan hurt Jeff, not you."
"Whatever."
"Tell God what you're feeling. Leave it in his hands."
"I'm not religious."
"That doesn't matter. Oh, how about I arrange a meeting with Logan and his parents? I'll go with you."
"That's scary. How about just Logan?"
"I doubt that his parents would allow that."
"Don't bother then."
"I wouldn't force you ... but you better. Not just for you, but for Logan. His parents need it too."
"I better trust you."
"Good. I hear the guys in the pool already."
"Thanks Sean."
Alex races to the pool, strips down to his bikini underwear, and does a cannonball between the three boys. Jamie can't believe Alex would swim nearly naked. The thought of how hot his body is darts out of his mind like a bolt of lightning.
Fred teases, "Don't even say hello!"
Alex splashes him, leading into a splash war. Very quickly Jeff and Fred see that Jamie has the eye for Alex, but Alex does not for him. Alex, however, obviously thrives on Jamie's interest. |
Title: 14 YEARS OF WAITING FOR MY MOTHER-IN-LAW
Tags: Fiction, Anal, Ass to pussy, Blackmail, Blowjob, Coercion, Cum Swallowing, Hardcore, Male/Female, Older Female / Males, Reluctance
Introduction:
For 14 years I fantasized about my mother-in-law, finally I get the chance of a lifetime
Content:
The events of this story take place over the course of 14 years and culminated just recently in a way I could never have imagined. 14 years ago I married my lovely wife Shawna. It was a classic love story and still is I guess. Shawna is drop dead gorgeous, a true milf, she stands 5’3”with very large natural breasts an angelic face, jet black hair, porcelain skin and an unbelievable ass. She looks just about the same as when I married her. I am a very lucky guy.
After courting Shawna for a few months she announced it was time to meet her family. She had already shared many of the familiar family secrets. I knew her mother was recently divorced. She had told me that she only married Tom for the money and the stability that came with it. Her mother had grown up very poor, with little stability in her life. She had become pregnant with my wife at the age of only sixteen and had two more children with Shawna’s loser father before she was 21. She longed for the stability that money could bring. But, she was an attractive woman and Tom was an unattractive and boring man. They were together eight years when she couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to be free.
I will never forget meeting her mother, Jane, for the first time. Jane was making dinner for my future wife and siblings and wanted to meet this new mystery man she was dating. When I finally met her mother and sister it was clear that they all shared the same great genes. Her mother was only 40 years old when I met her that night. She was roughly the same height as my wife, but she had dyed her hair blond. She was the same shape and size as Shawna only Jane didn’t receive the gift of large natural breasts. You could see that the 40 years had been hard on her. She had some wrinkles here and there, but overall there was an indescribable sexiness to Jane. At the time, like most men I guess, I gave her a good look and thought she was attractive and that was that. I didn’t have any overt sexual thoughts toward her, after all, I was still in the honeymoon phase of my courtship with Shawna.
As the years went by I found myself becoming more intrigued with Jane. I think the stories my wife shared with me didn’t help the cause. I once asked her how it was that Jane was able to stay in Tom’s house while Tom moved into an apartment all the while making the house payment for Jane. It couldn’t have been alimony payments because shortly after their divorce Tom’s business fell apart and he had petitioned to have the payments lowered. In fact, all he could afford was that little apartment and I suspected it was because he was still making a payment on his old house. She confided in me that her mother would let Tom come over and have sex with her every so often so she could stay in the house. I commented that she told us she was repulsed by Tom, but my wife said her mother could do things like that for money. I didn’t believe her so she went on to tell me that before she met Tom she would sometimes let the manager of her apartment get some too when she couldn’t come up with the rent. Stories like this sparked a strange desire in me for Jane. A woman who looked and acted so innocent yet was willing to trade sex for money, which I later learned was really just stability. She craved stability because of her horrible experiences growing up in a divorced family with a drunk father who never took care of his family.
As time went on, I found myself innocently flirting with Jane. Nothing crazy just some comments about how good she looked and so on. One night we were all having dinner at a nice restaurant. After more than a few glasses of wine I slipped off my shoe and searched out Jane’s foot under the table. At first she thought someone had just accidentally bumped her. But I ran my foot up her calf while staring at her. At this point she looked me in the eyes and realized what I was doing. She gave me an awkward smile and moved her leg away. The next morning when I sobered up I regretted being so bold and realized that my fantasies for Jane were getting out of control and I needed to cool it down.
A few years later, Jane met another wealthy man whom she adored. They married and she seemed to be content. At this point, Jane was always in the back of my mind. When I saw her my desire would peak and then die down until the next time. Then something interesting happened.
While at Jane and her new husband Mike’s house for a party, I received a text from my business partner about an important email that was urgent. I asked Jane if there was a computer I could use and she showed me where it was and left me to my business. While answering the email I couldn’t help but notice a piece of paper that had Jane’s email address and what looked like her password. The thought of having access to her email account and maybe some secrets was too tempting of an opportunity to pass up. I quickly jotted it down and went back to the party.
The next day, alone in my office, I couldn’t wait to hack into her account. And boy was I surprised at what I found. Apparently, Jane was having an affair. It was all there in a long string of emails. The evidence of the affair was obvious. The first thought that popped into my head was of course, blackmail.
I knew that under normal circumstances any man or woman would be willing to go to great lengths to keep this type of damning information from their spouse. But, with Jane I knew it could get to another level. She needed the stability of her marriage with Mike as much as anyone needs oxygen. Couple that with the fact that in her past she had used sex, even sex with people who repulsed her, to get that stability and I had myself the perfect storm. I went back and forth over weather I could pull this off. If I could do this to my wife. But, I also knew she would never find out. In the end, I couldn’t help myself and gave in to my depravity. I say depravity, because after years of fantasizing about Jane I wanted to have her in every way possible. I knew if it worked she would do it, but wouldn’t enjoy it considering I was her son-in-law. But, in my mind I was going to force her to enjoy it.
At this point in the story, Jane is 53 and I am 37. She still looked great, but she added a new feature a few years back, breast implants. To me they looked wonderful and helped fill out her already curvaceous figure. I bided my time until Mike went out of town on business. Then, I called Jane and asked if I could borrow one of Mike’s tools. Sure, she replied, come on over.
I have to admit, walking up to her house I was a nervous wreck. Could I really go through with this? I rang the doorbell and there she was.
“Hello Jane, nice to see you again.”
“Hi Kent, come on in. Go ahead and get whatever you need, you know where his tools are better than I do.”
It was time. Now or never, I had to go through with it. I had to have her.
“Jane, can I talk to you for a second?”
“Sure what’s on your mind?”
With that, I pulled out the envelope containing all the proof of her affair. She asked what it was and I replied, just open it. As she looked at the papers, all the color drained from her face. She flipped through them quickly, knowing exactly what they were. Then she became enraged.
“Kent, how did you get these? What did you do hack into my account!? Why would you do such a thing!? This is absolutely out of bounds for you to do something like this! Why? Why Kent?”
“Listen Jane, I can understand your anger. But, this is simple really. I need you to do what I want and Mike will never see these. Understand?”
“No, I don’t understand, what is it that you want? Why are you…well why… you’re blackmailing me! What is it that you want from me? I don’t understand?”
“I want you Jane. I want your body, I want to be inside you, I want to taste you. Jane, I want to fuck you. I know all about how you used to give it up in the past. Well, it’s time to do it again or Mike will see everything.”
“What?! I don’t know what you’re talking about! Besides, you are married to my daughter, I could never in a million years do something like that to her!”
“Don’t play games with me Jane. You know what I am talking about, how you let Tom fuck you so you could stay in that beautiful home or how you bent over and closed your eyes while your nasty landlord fucked you silly. Besides I would never tell Shawna and you won’t either.”
I could see in her expression that she had slowly realized the predicament she was in. She sat quiet for a period of time and then asked, “Okay, what is it you want me to do?”
She was wearing a tight fitting one piece skirt that came up about mid thigh, he legs looked so good with the high heels. I told her to do exactly as I said. She nodded to indicate she understood. I told her to stand up in front of me. At the time were both sitting on the couch.
“God, you look so good Jane. I’ve wanted this for so long. I am going to be blunt here Jane. Over the years I have been fantasizing about you and it’s been so long it’s turned into a burning frustration. A frustration that I am going to take out on you until I get my fill. Now, turn around!” When I raised my voice she jumped a little and startle to tremble slightly. Yes, this is how I wanted it, this is how I needed her after all these years. With her back to me I placed my hands on her bare legs near her ankles and slowly started to run them up her shapely legs. Slowly I pulled her skirt over her ass. She was wearing black silk panties. As I started to pull her panties down I could feel her quiver. Once I has them all the way off I squeezed and licked one ass cheek and then the other. She had a gorgeous ass, I told her to spread her legs more and when she did I sat back and just looked at her standing there with her skirt around her waist, no panties, high heels making her ass pop. I could see the perfect triangle that the tops of her thighs made with her ass and her shaved pussy with pouty lips waiting to be devoured.
“Kent, you don’t have to do this. Not this way, please. I didn’t realize you had…those types of feelings for me. I, I, could I just maybe give you a hand job. Would that be enough. Please…”
“Jane, please shut your mouth. A hand job?? Are you serious! Bend the fuck over Jane, I want to see your beautiful pussy. I want to see that pussy you have used so well to get what you needed. Maybe I should call you mom…would you like that Jane, would you like me to call you mom?? Bend the fuck over Mom and put your hands on the coffee table, Now!”
Jane slowly bent over and put her hands on the table. Legs straight and spread wide while bent over right in front of me. Oh, what a glorious sight. Now I could see her entire pussy and it looked so inviting. I scooted up a little and ran my hand up her inner thigh, up, a little further. I cupped my hand over her pussy. It was so warm and felt so good. Slowly I used me middle finger to part her lips. I rand my finger back and forth over her spread pussy. To my surprise it was already quite wet. I slipped a finger in and then another. I stood up with my fingers firmly planted deep in her wet pussy.
“Hmmm, mom. Are you enjoying this?? I think you are. How many times have you wanted your son to take you like this mom? Do you like the feel of my fingers up your pussy? It’s quite tight, I must admit. I am going to enjoy fucking you mom.” The more I talked the wetter she became.
“No, I am not enjoying this you sick fuck! Just do whatever sick things you are going to do and let’s get this over with!”
“Okay mom, get on the coffee table, on your hands and knees. That’s right, get up there. Spread your legs wider mom. Put your head down and your ass in the air! I want a full view of what you look like when you let those other men who so repulsed you fuck you from behind!”
And there she was, on all fours with her legs spread wide and her ass and pussy completely exposed. I got on my knees and started licking her inner thighs. I couldn’t wait to taste that sweet pussy. Slowly I ran my tounge up and down her slit. She didn’t make a sound, but she also didn’t back away. Soon I was tongue fucking her pussy as deep and hard as I could. Then I went to work on her clit, I lapped at it, suckled on it and slowly it became swollen. Now I could hear muffled moans escaping her. She was enjoying this. I started to tease her when I felt her get close. I sucked on her beautiful pussy lips, took them in my mouth over and over. The I moved up to her asshole and started licking up and down. I pushed my tongue into her ass and her moans grew louder.
“Yes mom, I know you like this. You are a fucking slut. How can you enjoy your son eating your pussy and your ass? You are sick Mom, you know that? You are a sick fucking slut! I love that about you mom, I knew it all along, I knew you were a cock hungry slut.”
“No Kent! I am not enjoying this! I told you to just do whatever you want and get it over with! Come on, just hurry up and finish, please!!”
I went back to work, as I ate her pussy and teased her swollen clit I started to play with her asshole with my finger. As I slid my finger in her ass she jumped.
“No Kent, I don’t do anal. Do whatever you want, but you can’t do that! Please”
I paid no attention and continued working my finger in and out of her tight asshole while I flicked her clit with my tongue. Soon enough she started to push back on my finger, forcing it deeper inside her while openly moaning.
“Oh God, please stop Kent. I’ve never…oooooh….never..felt…anything like…that….oooooohh! It’s..ooooh fuck…lick it faster..Kent….oooohhhhhh….shit! I am going to cummmmm! Awwwwwwww!” I felt her ass clench up around my finger and her juices flow out heavily onto my open mouth and tongue as she came. I knew I had her now. She just came all over my face, she was loving this.
“Did that feel good mom? Did your son just make you cum like you haven’t cum in years?? You are such a good slut mom. Take the rest of your clothes off and get up!”
“I..I..don’t know what to say…please, wasn’t that enough? If I suck you off can we stop? Please Kent”
“No mom, we can’t stop until I get my fill. Start calling me son and do what I say!”
As she undressed fully I finally got to see her entirely nude. She looked wonderful. I took one of her breasts in my hand. Squeezing and massaging it. I started to suckle and nibble her nipple after a few minutes she was moaning again. Then I looked her in the eyes and pulled her mouth to mine. She was hesitant, somehow kissing was even more offensive then anything else. I held her cheek and back of her head firmly and stuck my tongue into her mouth. I slowly sucked on her lips and put my tongue back in her mouth. Then she started to reciprocate. I felt her tongue start dashing over mine. She started to suck on my tongue, I let go of her head while we kissed and started to rub her pussy. She reached down and started to rub my cock through my pants.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock mom. I am going to fuck your mouth, would you like that mom”
“Yes son, do what you want to me…I’ll do whatever you want…”
She got on her knees, pulled my cock out and started giving one of the most amazing blow jobs I have ever had. But it wasn’t enough. I was frustrated, I wanted to fuck her mouth. I grabbed both sides of her head and thrust deep into her mouth. Surprisingly, she took well. I am a well endowed man, a little over 8” to be exact. I kept plunging my cock down her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to take it all and catch a breath in between. But at the same time, I could see she had started to play with herself. She was loving this. Saliva was dripping off her chin and I was getting close. As my orgasm grew near I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. I told her to open her mouth. I shot my load all over her face at least half landed in her mouth.
“Awwwww! Yes mom, take my cum in your mouth! Mmmm, be a good girl and swallow my cum mom. There you go. Mmmmmmm. You are such a great whore mom. Better than I could have imagined.”
She said, “I want you to fuck me now. I can’t help it, this feels so good. I want to feel that huge cock in me. Please, take me. Do want you want with me, make me your slut.”
I laid her down on her back right on the floor of her living room. So long I had wanted to be inside that pussy, finally it was time. I got between her spread legs, laid on top of her and starting tonguing her mouth again. I slid my cock in and started fucking her hard.
“Yes, fuck your mothers pussy! Ram it in hard, harder!! Oh you are so fucking big! Awwww…ooooooohh. Use me, use my pussy. Please! Yesssss….”
I kept pumping away at her wet sloppy pussy, sucking on her tits, back to her mouth. Then I pulled out and put her on all fours. I grabbed her waist and started fucking her from behind. A minute later I started to play with her asshole, I spit on it and stuck on finger in and then another finger and started to move them in and out. Now she was almost screaming in pleasure. I pulled out and spit on my cock, it was time to fuck her virgin asshole. As I slid the tip of my down up and down her ass I could tell she was a little nervous about what was about to happen. Then I slid it in, slowly. She writhed in pain, gripping the carpet as best she could. I slowly pumped in and out of her ass, a little deeper each time. Soon I was fucking it at full strength, all the way in. Now she was moaning in pleasure again and playing with her pussy.
“You like that mom? You like your asshole fucked by your son?? Are you a dirty fucking whore??”
“Yesss!! Oooooh, it feels….oooohh so fucking good. Use my asshole! Uuuuhhh, oooh fuck! I’m…..oooohhh…cumming again!!!”
“I am getting close too mom. Why don’t you tell me where you want your son to cum….”
“Ohhhhhh…fuck….mmmmm….put it back in my pussy, I want to feel you cum in me….”
I went back to fucking her hot swollen pussy, she reached under and started rubbing my balls. I was getting close.
“That’s right baby. I want you to empty those ball into mommy’s pussy! Yes…ooooh fuck you feel so good…come on baby spit in mommy’s pussy with your cock!! Yes, here it comes, I can feel you getting bigger….oooooohhh!”
I couldn’t hold it any longer. I buried my cock in her pussy as deep as I could and let jet after jet of hot cum spew into her. After I was spent we both collapsed to the floor. We held eachother for awhile and kissed.
“Kent, that was amazing! I don’t know quite what to say. This is so wrong. But, I, well, I want to do this with you again I think. I love being your slut, nobody has ever treated me that way and I loved it!”
“Jane, you are the best fuck I ever had. After all these years fantasizing about you I can’t believe it was better than anything I had ever thought it would be. I want to keep fucking you too. But, we have to be careful.”
“Yes, we have to keep our little secret…” |
Title: 14 yo first gay experience
Tags: True Story
Introduction:
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Content:
Well hey everybody I'm 14 year old I'm gonna tell you my first gay experience (I'm not gay I was then I started hating gays don't know why) so that's how it started !
I was a scout every year we made a test of camping so we slept one night at the scouts club. my friend avren was there (its not his real name well nobody gives a shit) so I liked this guy he was with me since kinder garden and he would always wear sweat pants and he would rub his bulge every time he was in front of me . he told me his secrets that he did not have much hair at his dick and he couldn't cum and that he was a heavy sleeper because he didn't enter puberty yet(this was 1 year ago) he was 15 year old . so we were at the club we were exhausted and went to an room we were 6 friends avren said that we should group masturbate but everybody just ignored it because we all were exhausted. I had forgotten to bring my sleeping bag so avren shared his with me at first he slept on top of me and I could feel his cock this turned me on . I could not sleep at night I was thinking about the cock of my friend that I could touch all night so I pretended to sleep touch him. I could see a bulge from his sweat pants I finally put my hand over his bulge over his sweat pants ohhh man the bulge was huge and it felt so good that I was touching it .so I started rubbing his huge cock over his sweat pants and now I could feel his 6 inch semi-erect cock over his sweat pants so I decided to take of his sweat pants . I took off his sweat pants he was wearing boxers I took off the boxers to and there bounced at me a 8 inch fully erect cock ooohhhh man it was huge but he had very little hair beside it how could have a 8 inch dick without any hair (he had not shaved yet) I started to play with his huge balls oh god damn they were huge I started stroking his cock he started moving so I immediately stopped . I waited 30 min to let him go back to his dreams oohhhh god I could see that huge bulge now I took it to a whole new level I started playing with his dick and sucked his balls then I rubbed my 7 inch cock with his one ohh man it felt good ... Then I got on top of him he started to move I was busted !! I was thinking in my mind that this friendship is over ! He saw me naked and started smiling and without any words started stoking my cock ohh his smooth hands were giving me a handjob and I to started to stoke his cock he closed his eyes and started moaning ! And said "I'm cumming" oh and in 2 seconds my face and his belly were covered in cum . Then he started to give me a blowjob he was swallowing my 7 inch cock and rolling his sweat tongue all over my dicks head oh it felt good I moaned ahh ahh and in less than one minute avren sucked all my cum and then we started kissing each other rubbing our penises on each other and holding his smooth hand that gave me a handjob !
ohh his tongue sliding along mine and his dick rubbing against mine ! Oh then the real thing started he got on top off me and inserted his dick in my asshole at first it hurt but then I started enjoying it I had 4 inch of the 8 inch cock in me and his smooth hands were on my cock then it got a whole lot better when we did the 69 position ohh my cock was in my friends beautiful mouth and hid huge cock was in my mouth and started rolling my tongue in circular motions along his cock and a load of cum was already in my mouth and I swallowed it . That was my best night ever . now I miss him so much !! I miss his cock ! Mis his mouth !! Mis his ass ! Miss his smooth hands ! And miss all the nights that we spend together !
If you want me to contact you just give me your kik and facebook account :p this was my first true story story please don't criticise to much and enjoy as much as you can love y'all I'm bi see ya falk .
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Sorry the story was to short but that's what happened truly so I can't make it longer :( sorry for that :) hope you'll understand.
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Title: 14 yo/f Who Seduced Her Father
Tags: Fantasm
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14 yo/f Who Seduced Her Father
My bedroom is directlly across the hall from our bathroom; and there is a
small gap around one side where the bathroom door doesn't fit tightly. One
night when I was about 12; I was sitting on my bed doing homework when I saw
daddy go into the bathroom with a magazine in his hand. At first; I didn't
think anything of it...he did that a lot. "Going to the Library", he would
say. But this time I noticed that he was carrying a Playboy magazine! And;
even at 12 years old, I knew what Playboy was. But I (at that time) didn't
know what kind of facination that type of book held for men.
I went on working on my homework for a little while untill my eyes caught some
sort of "quick" movement in the bathroom. So; I moved to where I could see
through the gap in the door a little better. What I saw then totally amazed
and surprised me! My Dad was sitting on the stool looking at the magazine and
had his "thing" in his hand stroking it up and down. Now; I had never seen a
man's thing before. Oh; I knew about them from SexEd at school...and I even
knew what an "erection" was. But I wasn't prepared for how BIG it got during
an erection. And daddy had AN ERECTION!! " Was it something in the magazine
that did that to him?" I wondered.
At any rate; his movements increased in speed and intensity and his breathing
seemed to be labored an short. After a while; he tensed all of a sudden and
then squirted some white, creamy stuff into the bowl. Then; he seemed to
instantly become very calm and proceed to fasten his pants, roll up the
magazine and left the bathroom. I almost broke my finger opening one of my
school books so quickly. I felt that it wouldn't be good if he knew I was
watching...whatever the heck I was watching!
Mom had left us unexpectedly when I was 10; and I never understood why. Daddy
wouldn't talk much about it; except to refer to her as a "Two-Timing
Bitch"...whatever that means. So I had sort of gotten used to it just being
me and daddy...in fact I kind of liked it that way. About all I remember of
Mom was a hard, grouchy woman who complained a lot. There were times I sort
of missed having a woman around...like when I started having periods and
developing breasts and stuff like that. Anyway; with the help of daddy's
sister, Aunt Brenda, I managed to get through those times.
In the next year and a half or so; I began to pay much more attention to
Daddy's frequent trips to the "Library". I noticed one night while watching
that I was wet "down there". I had awakened from my sleep with the same
problem a few times and "it" felt "funny". At first; I thought something was
wrong with me; but Aunt Brenda explained that I was just "becoming a woman."
Anyway; as I watched Daddy, I let my hand wander down "there" and sort of
insinctly started stroking myself. IT FELT REALLY GOOD! After a little bit
of THAT; I thought I was going to pass out! I must have had an orgasm; 'cause
I let out a yelp or something. Daddy yelled out from the bathroom, "Honey are
you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, daddy" I replied and proceeded to make some sort of excuse
about sticking myself with a pin or something. If he ony knew how "fine" I
was...I had never felt anything so wonderful IN MY LIFE!!!
Not long after that, I came home from the mall one Saturday and Daddy was just
coming out of the bathroom with a Playboy in his hand. I pretended at first
not to notice the magazine; but Daddy was having trouble rolling the book up
where I couldn't see the cover. It seemed the harder he tried; the clumsier
he got...and the harder I tried to pretend I didn't see; the more my eyes went
straight to the magazine. Then all of a sudden, someone's voice said "It's ok,
Daddy, I know about the Playboy stuff." OH CRAP! It was MY VOICE saying
that! Daddy simply said "Oh." and went into his bedroom. When he came out he
no longer had the magazine; but he did have sort of an embarassed look on his
face.
"Daddy, what do men like about books and stuff like that; with naked women in
them?" I blurted out.
"Why do you ask such a thing?" Daddy almost spit out the words.
"Because I see you with your Playboys, but you never read them in here in the
living room or any thing; so I just wondered" I said...hoping that my answer
made some sort of sense.
"Well, honey, it's sort of a private 'man' thing." he said. It's exciting for
a man to see woman with little or no clothing on."
"Well; I'm a young woman now. Does it excite you to see me like that?"
"MISTY!!!" he almost screamed at me.
"Daddy, please don't be mad at me...I just want to know! I don't understand
about stuff like that!!" I almost begged.
He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him.
"No honey, its different between fathers and daughters. Daughters aren't
supposed to excite Daddys."
"Why?" I pressed.
"'Cause they're just not." he flatly stated. That pretty much ended the
conversation.
But it didn't end for me in my head. OK. call me weird or whatever, but I
made up my mind right then that I would prove Daddy wrong. I started wearing
less and less around the house. I would come out of the bathroom wearing
nothing but a towel; and even let it slip down almost off my breasts a time or
two. But Daddy didn't seem to notice! Damn It! One time when he was in the
bathroom shaving, I left the door to my room open a little and stripped down
to my bra and panties and then pretended to be looking for an outfit to wear.
Finally Daddy noticed! At least; I saw his head turn toward my room several
times...he even nicked himself with his razor once. Even though I hoped he
wasn't hurt; I sort of giggled inside.
Since there are no pictures yet; I will try to objectively describe myself for
those of you who are wondering. I'm about 5 feet 4 inches tall with fairly
long legs. I have long flowing blonde hair and green eyes. At last count I
weighed 105 pounds. I keep a good tan, thanks in part to the above-ground
pool daddy had installed a few years ago. My measurements are 34-a/22/35. I
know; not much in the chest department, but they are firm and cone-shaped with
rose-pink nipples that turn up just a little at the ends.
For my 14th birthday; Daddy let me invite some friends over. He let us play
our music, dance, and just generally be teenagers. He even ordered a big pink
and white cake that said "Happy Birthday, Misty" on it. We all had a great
time; and when everyone had left, I just sat on my bed feeling older and more
mature somehow. During the party; Daddy had discreetly made himself
invisable; which I thought was nice. Even though I think my Dad is cool, I
know how other teens think of adults; so I went out to the living room to tell
Daddy "Thanks". He was sitting in his recliner having his favorite drink:
Jack Daniels and Coke. I walked over and sat down on the arm of his chair,
put my arms around his neck, kissed his cheek and said "You're a pretty
wonderful Father, Daddy...I love you so much."
He hugged me closer and almost whispered "I love you,too honey...Happy
Birthday."
"Can I taste that?" I asked, pointing to his drink.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt. After all; you're all grown up now." he grinned.
At first it was tart, but mellowed with the sweetness of the Coke. I really
liked it and asked "Make me one, Daddy, PLEASE."
"Are you sure, honey...this stuff is pretty strong." He tried not to sound
concerned.
"Just one, Daddy, PLEASE??"
"OK, I suppose one won't hurt. I need another one anyway."
He went into the den and made himself another and made one for me. I sort of
suspect that mine probably wasn't as strong as his, but it still tasted great.
We sat and watched TV and had our drinks slowly and quietly. After a while I
started to feel calm and warm all over. I realized that even this weak drink
was having an effect on me.
"I think I'll take a shower and get ready for bed." I said; trying not to
wobble as I got out of my chair and floated to my bedroom. I stripped down to
nothing and looked at myself in the mirror; trying to see if I was older or
more of a woman now. Standing there naked and knowing Daddy was just one thin
wall away, I started to get damp in my crotch area. For just a split second;
I almost walked out into the living roon and announced "Here, daddy, I'm all
yours!" But I didn't. I wrapped myself in large towel and went into the
bathroom. The warm water running on me didn't help get rid of those feelings
I was having, either. I couldn' help but linger a little in a few places as I
washed myself. My nipples almost hurt; they were so tender and swollen.
"What does it feel like for a man to kiss those?" I wondered.
I'm not sure at what point during all this that I made up my mind to seduce my
father that night; but it seemed like the only logical conclusion to this
already strange evening. I dried my hair, wrapped a clean,fluffy towel around
me and walked out into the living room. Judging from the amount of liquid in
Daddy's glass; I determined that he must be on at least his third drink.
"Jus 'bout ready for bed, hon?" he almost slurred.
"Yep" I answered saucily; trying to sound more sober than I was feeling right
then. The Jack Daniels was definitely working on me!
I still don't know if I did it on purpose or it just happened and I let it or
what; but, as I bent over to kiss Daddy, the towel I was wearing came loose
and fell to the floor. For just a split second; I started to reach down and
pick it up and cover myself; but I didn't. Instead, I turned and sat on the
arm of my very surprised daddy's chair and hugged him.
"Hon...hon...honey; don't you think you should cover up?" he asked; but he
didn't sound like he really knew if he wanted me to or not.
"Daddy, it doesn't matter. You've seen me naked before; so what's the
difference?"
"The difference is that right now I'm a little drunk and your are a young
woman and looking really good and it's been a really long time for me." he
rambled.
I almost got tickled at how un-confused he was trying to sound. I hugged him
tighter as I noticed a large bulge in his cut-offs. Then I placed his hand on
my right breast. He jerked it away as though my breast was red-hot. (Which I
felt it WAS!)
"Honey, please don't do this...pleeese." He sounded sort of pitiful.
"It's alright, daddy, I want this and so do you." I said; trying to sound
grown-up and calm with what was happening. I reached down and put my hand on
the bulge in daddy's shorts and he moaned like a man in some sort of pain.
"Hon...this ain't right...you know it's not right."
"Daddy, it' right if I want it. I'm the only woman in your life since Mom
left and I really love you and I really want to help you feel better." I
tried not to ramble on senselessly; but he had started tracing little circles
around my nipple with his finger and I was being amazed at the feeling of his
"thing" under my hand. I suddenly became brave and undid the top of daddy's
cut-offs and unzipped them. His organ almost LEAPED out. " MY GOD; IT'S
BEAUTIFUL!!" I remember thinking.
"Misty, Misty, Misty...Oh god...Shit"
Daddy reached between my legs and touched me and I thought I would LEAVE THIS
WORLD. As good as it had felt the times when I touched myself there; I
wasn't EVEN prepared for what daddy's finger felt like as it went into the
opening of my pussy.I'm not sure if I screamed or whimpered or cried or
what...but I knew at that moment that this was something I was going like a
lot more of.
Almost in a haze, I felt daddy pick me up and carry me into his bedroom. As
he laid me down on his huge, king-size bed, he had the most tender look on his
face as he asked me; "Honey, are you sure about this?"
"Yes Daddy; I'm VERY sure." I replied. I admit I was a little scared, but I
knew I was going to be ok. Daddy kissed me in a way that he never had before.
One boy at school had tried to "fench" kiss me, but I don't think he knew what
the heck he was doing. With Daddy, it was HEAVEN!! I remember the feel of
his beard stubble on my face; he feel of his hands on my shoulders as he held
me closer and closer.
And his rock-hard thing pressing into the flesh of my right thigh. And the
hair on his chest against my breasts. All of these things going on at once
was just about too much for me to stand. I never felt so GOOD in my life!!
"Have you ever had...had...you know...well...sex; before, Hon?" Daddy asked
"No, never, Daddy...please be my first...will you; please, daddy?!?'
"Well, hon, it's not exactly right; but I don't think I could stop if I
wanted to now." There was almost a desperate tone to his voice.
Daddy rolled me onto my back, and I think I instinctly spread my legs.
Strange; but I don't remember ever thinking of my daddy as "handsome"; but at
that moment when he positioned himself above my nude body on his bed, I
thought he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.
"This may hurt a little at first." he said with concern in his voice.
"It's ok; Daddy, it's ok."
He lowered himself gently onto me, kissed me, and then I felt the end of his
thing going into me. As it swelled inside me, I almost cried from pure joy.
Then; as it broke through my hymen, there was as spit-second of pain. But not
unpleasant pain. Sort of like a pin prick. The extreme pleasure of feeling
this thing inside me far outdid any pain I could have felt. As Daddy pushed
further and further into me; I remember thinking that that I couldn't possibly
feel any better than I was feeling righty then. But with each inch, came a
bigger, deeper wave of ecstacy. Then came the ultimate!!! Daddy started
ever-so-slowly withdrawing and reinserting his thing (which I know now is
called his"dick") in and out of me. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over
me; and daddy's breathing was becoming more and more labored. His dick was
going in and out of me at a furious pace. I may have been moaning or
screaming or whatever...I'm not sure at this point. I just know that I WAS IN
PURE HEAVEN!!! As I felt the torrents of orgasm wash over me, all of a sudden
daddy's body tensed, jerked and he quickly pulled all the way out of me. "Got
to catch it so I don't get you pregnant." He said almost apologetically.
Right at that moment I wouldn't have cared if he had planted a LITTER in me.
But I knew he was right to pull it out; even though I felt as though I was
parting with an old friend.
Afterwards, we lay in each others arms and carressed and kissed. I don't
think it's possible to feel more love for someone than I felt for my Daddy at
that moment. We have a drink or two ever now and then and we always wind up
having sex. If I could I would have it every day...all day! I may change my
mind later, but for now I just want sex with my wonderful father. He is so
sweet and I love him so much!
The other night during one of our sessions, Daddy began kissing my lower
stomach and thighs. WOW!! This was a whole new set of feelings!! He promised
me then that next time he will teach me about oral sex. I CAN'T WAIT!!!!! |
Title: 15-3 Gilly's Special Night
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
A very special time
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, underage, first time, virgin
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-14) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 15-3 Gilly's Special Night
by Stack of Books
(1345 words)
Sequel to 15-2
Brian had already made his amazing 'The Real McCoy' lasagne in the morning and left it in the fridge. So all they had to do was to put it the oven as soon as they got home from Sal's.
Tab poured Gilly a glass of OJ, and the twins observed as their mother put 4 instead of the usual three muscle relaxant drops into it. She gulped it down in one.
Terri, Toni, Tabitha. Tonight is going to be my special time with Brian, aka Daddy B. My contraceptive patch is now active and my hymen is broken, thanks to your love and support last weekend. You were right: to attempt something like that on my own would have been foolhardy. If anything had gone wrong, I could have died from excessive blood loss at worst, or damaged my vagina or womb irreversibly.
So I need your emotional and moral assistance again, and I therefore invite you all to witness and observe the taking of my virginity. If Daddy and I decide to do it again in the future, we might wish to do it in private. But to be honest, Tabitha, he's your boyfriend, not mine, and I don't intend to deprive you of him. He's just a gun for hire this evening, and I don't wish that to be demeaning, disrespectful or hurtful to him
So let's eat our dinner, enjoy each other's company and talk about Hans and Celina again!! Some of the videos and photos they took in Austria are incredible, and I can't get enough of viewing them.
After eating, they relaxed by reading (Brian), chess (twins), Tab & Gilly (TV and massaging/sucking tits).
An hour later, Gilly yawned with her arms stretched above her head and said: Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm done for the day. And started walking upstairs, with a stunned silence and all jaws on the floor. She turned around halfway up, and exclaimed: Come on, you silly fuckers! What are you waiting for? Let's get this show on the road!!
There was a general scramble to get to the bedroom. The twins assigned themselves as chief undressers: first Tab, then Daddy, then Gilly, then each other. In perfect sync: button for button, zip for zip, armhole for armhole, sock for sock, knickers centimetre for centimetre on each side of their legs. Tab captured everyone's disrobing on camera. (Brian did her.)
Terri and Toni ran a warm bath for the combatants, and left them in peace to soak. They went back to their mum and each girl fisted her. All they could hear in the bathroom was multiple F-words.
A dried off B & G returned to the bed. Gilly asked the twins to double pencil vibe her in pussy and bum.
Next she requested Tab to get her normal sized vibrator (about the same length and girth as Brian), lube it and her up, and push it in - switched off - to check for fit, pain level or blood loss. All fine. Tab switched it on at the lowest level, and pumped in and out. Meanwhile the twins were fluffing Brian. Vib switched to 50% and Gilly started orgasming. 75% and cumming more regularly. She pushed it and Tab away and relaxed.
The twins lubed up Brian, and the first few inside centimetres of Gilly, as far as they could reach with their small fingers.
Brian took up the missionary position, the twins were each side holding her hands, and Tab guided his penis to the entrance of her hole. Daddy B looked into her eyes, kissed her and she gave a slight nod. He went in slowly, inch by inch, up to the hilt so his balls touched her arsehole. She confirmed verbally she felt no pain, she just felt very full and satisfied. He started pumping and her groans and moans of pleasure increased with each successive orgasm. She had thought before starting that she might need some clitoral stimulation, either herself or a twin, but what she was feeling was enough for her.
Bri, when you're ready, fill me with your seed, but don't rush. I sincerely wish I was of legal age to get fertilised and carry your baby for 9 months and rear it. That would be a great honour. Kate was right: you are a very special man and your genes deserve to live on and be propagated. Feel free to imagine I am your wife lying beneath you as you made love to each other on the night she drew her last breath. Fuck me hard, Daddy B.
Ten minutes later, Tab and girls were cleaning her out with their tongues and mouths (no hands!).
Rum and cokes were brought up for everybody, and as the alcohol hit their systems, they all mellowed out.
Tab: Twins, we have an early birthday present for you. We're giving it now, because although we know Jessie, we don't know Sangita, and we don't to upset her or embarrass her if she's not...how can I say it?...not as sexually liberated as you four. I want you to be careful about telling her or anybody else what happened half an hour ago, because as we discussed before, it is illegal.
Here you are.
And gave them a marquetry box each, slight different designs so they knew whose was whose, with a plush velvet interior, one red, one blue. Inside were hand crafted butt plugs of increasing diameters, and they had a screw on tail: Toni - cat, Terri - fox.
Get the KY and push the smallest one in. It might take a few days before you're ready for the next size up.
Gilly, it's not your birthday, but to celebrate your successful mission, here's a set for you too (cherry coloured wood, black inside), squirrel tail.
Wash and sterilise before and after every use.
The three girls thanked and kissed them both profusely, prancing round the bedroom wagging the tails to a silent beat in their head.
The twins brought up 5 pieces of Sal's birthday cake and they scoffed that, with the two minxes eating and licking it of each other's cooties. Tab and Gilly and Brian were not interested in this game, however.
Tab: How are you feeling,Gilly? Not emotionally or psychologically - that's clear. I mean physically, inside your vagina.
Not too bad and not as horrible as I thought it would be. I've heard and read many horror stories of girls who suffered tremendous pain and trauma when losing their virginities. On a par with, and sometimes worse than my first period experience. But mainly because the male concerned was a complete bastard and utter arsehole, not caring at all about her, just a wham-bam-thank you ma'am. However, occasionally it's just because of her genetics and physical make up, how strongly the hymen membrane is attached to the vaginal wall.
Twins, don't be in too much of a rush to lose yours. I know I'm going to sound holier-than-thou, but try and wait till you're of legal age, maybe 18, perhaps till your wedding night. Easier said than done, I know. It's not the be all and end all. Anal sex, as you've already experienced in part, and as your mum taught you (Daddy B will testify too), can be just as pleasurable.
Let's go to sleep everyone, and look forward to greeting Jessie and Sangita tomorrow morning.
Please give only helpful and constructive comments. Thank you |
Title: 15-9 Gilly in the Park
Tags: Fiction, Water Sports/Pissing
Introduction:
Gilly takes a boy there
Content:
Themes: mast, lez, ws, underage, light scat, light gay, penis
This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-14) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.
Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba
Chapter 15-9 Gilly in the Park
by Stack of Books
(1706 words)
Sequel to 15-7
Erratum:
In previous stories in Book 15, I wrote about Brian (Daddy B) describing a social awareness video he'd seen on YT regarding a young girl who has her first period while walking home from school one day. She was a professional actress and the scene was faked in order to gauge reactions of the general public. In the story, Brian said it was filmed in China.
This video is real and exists. But at the time of creating that piece of fiction, I had no access to the internet. Since then, I have verified that the video was actually produced in South Korea.
Apologies for any inconvenience thus caused. The misdirection was not intentional or deliberate.
*****
Terri & Toni arrived at Sally's the next Saturday, and before the other two pre-teens arrived, asked to have a word with her in private.
Twins: Sal, my sister and I think we've found one our boundaries which we do not want to cross again. We love pee games of all different kinds, with urine going onto and into all parts of our bodies. But we really don't like piss in our hair. Sorry. We tried at home on each other, think that we should be able to tolerate it if from our sibling - but disliked it immensely. And without telling them why we wanted to attempt it, we asked mummy and daddy to piss on our heads, assuming that if it's urine from people we love, it would be OK. We pretended we liked it, but actually hated it. It makes our hair yucky and unmanageable, not to mention that it's difficult to remove the smell. So we'd like to opt out of that particular sexual deviation in future, if that's alright with you.
Sal: Thank you for telling me. I appreciate your honesty. Like I said from Day One, Zeta or myself or anyone else here will never coerce you into anything. I respect your decision and will implement it with immediate effect. And I give respect to you both and doff my metaphorical cap, as it's clear you have really tried everything to overcome your phobia, so kudos to you for that.
Twins: Yes, we remember what you said about sadism and masochism, that it doesn't feature at all in your personal sex life (of course, we're too young to have any experience of that), yet in your professional work you still do sessions with it. But we feel the same as you about BDSM. For photos, we're happy to dress up in ropes and chains and leg spreaders, and pretend to hit or be hit with a riding crop or other such implement. Even reddened buttocks and bruises etc. can be faked with makeup. That's just acting. We feel it's not intended to deceive purchasers of that material. For video, it's not so easy to pretend, but you don't seem to do much of the latter anyway in this genre.
Sal: Exactly right, and that's why. There are scores of porn video companies who do the real McCoy, and we don't and won't ever try to compete with them. Our videoing is almost always just so we have a record of everything that happens in a session and it helps us manage and create an overview of our work. That way we don't repeat ourselves, are always doing new things, and can say: aah yes, photoset number blah-blah-blah was produced on such and such a date involving actors X, Y & Z.
Please have a quiet word with Gilly and Jessie about this. They should also feel 100% comfortable about coming to talk to either or both of us if we ever tread on their sexual toes, so to speak.
As we said before, if anyone feels disgruntled or disenchanted about any aspect of our work, it could be very dangerous and blow the whole operation wide apart and we need to nip any ill-feeling in the bud. Otherwise it could lead to a severe loss of potential earnings and a livelihood for all of us.
*****
Here, the full story of Gilly's extra-curricular activity as briefly mentioned at the end of 15-7.
In school, Gilly was still determined to prove to herself that she was essentially straight. Now with her contraception active, she thought she could maybe entice a few boys. Not into full blown sex, per se, although that was always a possibility, but to stretch the boundaries more than her friends were able to.
She approached a tall and handsome black haired boy just as they were walking through the school gates one afternoon.
Hi, I'm Gilly. Are you busy? Wanna come for a walk with me?
Yeah, hallo, I've seen you about before. You're friends with the twins and that cute Ethiopian girl. But I find you much prettier than any of them or any other girl in school. I'm Matty by the way.
Ooh, you flatterer, you. I bet you say that to all the girls.
Hmm, not really. I'm a bit shy around them usually. In fact, it's a miracle I'm talking to you really.
Matty, have you got any chocolate in your nice Adidas bag?
Well, I've got a Boost and a Bounty. Which one do you you want?
(Coquettishly): Aren't you going to ask me to do some sort of favour to get one?
Well, I'm not that sort of person. I would give either or both to you for free, no strings attached. But, if you want, I'll pretend and I'll try for you. Ahem!! (In a fake voice): Gilly, can we find a nice quiet place in the park and you show me how you pee please?
For just one Boost? You're fucking kidding me!!, she said in mock anger. Relenting, she giggled at his silly vocalisation, and added: Right, you're on. On condition you piss for me as well and I hold it.
Deal!! And they shook hands on it.
Their hands stayed locked together as they walked down the path towards the small river.
Let's do it here, she whispered into his ear, standing on tiptoe. The feel of her soft strawberry-smelling long blonde hair on his cheek, as well as her warm minty breath, made his tummy flip.
He put his jacket down so she could sit on it. He sat on the dry ground.
Would you like me to piss without knickers, or are you going to pull them aside for me?
Both! Is that too greedy?
Lift my skirt and pull my gusset then. Let me just move a bit so I don't get your jacket wet.
He put his hand up her skirt, pushing it up to where her cootie started, and saw her cameltoe pressing against the pale blue panties. He observed a line of moisture along her cleft indicating her arousal.
Ready? She nodded. His fingers touching her kitty and reaching under the fabric nearly made her take off like the Saturn V rocket. It took a few goes for him, but it was soon uncovered.
Matty, if you want you can taste my flow as it comes out, and then give me your fingers to lick. Is that weird?
No, not at all.
Here I go then. The cleft parted very slightly and the pale yellow stream fizzed out between her splayed thighs about a metre. She dipped her fingers too and both tasted from her hand. She stopped deliberately.
Matty, take them off completely. Keep them in your pocket. Now I'm going to piss the rest out. Come beside me, part my lips to each side with your fingers, and watch my peehole open as I stop and start, until it's all gone.
Gilly, that was incredible.
Do you mind if I open your zip and look inside? She pulled out a 6-incher with foreskin, and gently pulled his hairy and tight ball sac out too.
Lie down on top of me. Don't worry, I'm on the pill, medical reasons, even though I'm very young. Rest that lovely cock on top of my pussy. I guess you need to spunk first before peeing, huh?
Check no-one is around, and let me watch as you wank it. Kneel up a bit to give some space. I don't mind if any goes inside me. When I get home, I'll scoop it out and drink it. Go ahead!
The glans of his dick went in and out of view as the skin went up and down using his left hand. She knew he wouldn't last very long but no problem for her. The amount he shot did surprise her though. She bent her head down and sucked out what was left in the internal tube as his penis deflated.
Now piss on my inner thighs, but save some so we can stand up and I can be Fireman Sam for a brief moment.
They got to their feet, and hid themselves from the sight of any passers-by, and he sprayed the tree trunk, with her going up/down/left side/right side, enjoying herself, pulling back the very tight foreskin. Just as he was fizzling out, she took him into her mouth and gulped some down. The last mouthful she gave to him and they locked tongues together.
He was immediately rock hard again, so she masturbated him and loved the power it gave her. She surprised him by receiving his second load onto her tongue, and snowballed some of it back to him. The rest was swallowed.
C'mon, let's get ourselves decent and leave before the park warden comes along!!
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Title: 15Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Fifteen: Happy B-Day to the Erection Killer!
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut- fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Fifteen Summary: The gang goes to Ginny's birthday party where Harry and Hermione get their revenge on the twins!
Harry was in an incredible amount of pain. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was Hermione fainting and unexpectedly head-butting 'Harry, Jr.' and his luggage. As every bloke will tell you; any blow to the genitals is unbelievably painful - mind you this description only applies to the blow of the punching variety; when the blow comes from the lips, tongue, and mouth, the sensation is incredibly nice. Our hero never realized that getting some "head" could be so painful and downright dangerous.
With a pitiful groan, Harry opened his eyes. Judging by the sunlight streaming into the Common Room, he had been unconscious all night. Hermione was still unconscious... and in his lap.
Her head lay heavily in his crotch. Hermione's kinky hair was spread out all over his lap, and judging by her warm breath on/ 'Harry, Jr.'/ her mouth must've been very close to his penis. It was as if she was using Harry's lap as a pillow.
As gently as he could, Harry tried to rouse his girlfriend. He placed his hand on her head and spoke softly; "Hermione get up."
Hermione, who was apparently dreaming, muttered, "Not now. I wanna sleep some more." To show just how much she wanted to sleep, Hermione nuzzled her face into her imaginary pillow. As mentioned previously, Harry's lap was this pillow. She sleepily rubbed her nose and lips into 'Harry, Jr.' and his luggage. Now, Harry's bits were bruised and battered, but his beautiful (and naked) girlfriend was rubbing her face in his genitals, and therefore overrode the pain he was feeling.
Even though it was beaten, 'Harry, Jr.' found the strength to begin to stand. If it got the chance to stand even more, it'd be poking Hermione in the eye or perhaps up her nose.
Half of Harry's brain wanted Hermione to remain in her sleepy state and continue to nuzzle his bits. But the other half of his brain realized that Hermione would be quite irate if that happened. He rationalized that no witch would want to wake up to an erect penis jabbing her in the nose. So, Harry shoved that half of his brain that wanted a "face-job" into the corner of his mind and threatened to give it a stern lecture about inappropriate thoughts later. It also occurred to him, that even if 'Harry, Jr.' was completely flaccid and not aroused like it was, Hermione might not like the idea of having it pressed up against her conk anyhow.
Harry reckoned that the best way to wake his lovely witch was to lift her face up and off of his lap. He gently placed his hands on either side of her head and lifted slowly. Two things caught his eye once he removed Hermione's face from his groin. The first was that Hermione must have recently drooled a little; a thin line of spittle connected her lips and his bits. It was a rather naughty and intriguing image. However the second thing that caught his eye wasn't as intriguing. Apparently, when Hermione was nuzzling into his groin, some of her wild and kinky hair had accidentally gotten wrapped around 'Harry, Jr.' and a few strands looked like they were tangled in his foreskin. This was a bad thing.
He couldn't remove her with out pulling her hair out - which would be painful for her he imagined - and also the thought of strands of hair tugging at 'Harry, Jr.' didn't sound like much fun for Harry either. So Harry had to resort to his original plan of waking Hermione, despite the side-effect of her potential anger of awakening to find a semi-erect penis in her face.
He was about to poke her - with his finger, Merlin you people have dirty minds - when a voice drifted through the air.
"... it's horrible, Headmistress," the gravelly voice of Filch, the Hogwarts' caretaker stated. Harry heard no less than three pair of feet enter the Common Room. "I found the two bodies on the couch and heard the dreadful screamin' coming from the boys' dormitory." By what Filch was saying, it sounded like he had wandered into the Common Room and thought that Harry and Hermione were dead and must have decided to go to McGonagall for help. Looking around in a panic, Harry searched for his wand. He was desperately trying to find it to either conjure some clothes for him and Hermione or Disillusion both of them. "Seeing that I'm a Squib, I couldn't do nothing to help, so I fetched you," Filch concluded
"Oh my," Madam Pomfrey exclaimed as she saw Harry sitting naked on the couch with an equally nude Hermione in his lap.
"Wait, you're supposed to be dead!" Filch pointed an accusing finger at Harry while the nude wizard waved weakly at his elders.
McGonagall sighed in an almost forlorn way and spoke in a commanding voice; "Miss Granger." Which led to a very unfortunate incident; Hermione, being the good student she always was, was instantly roused by McGonagall's order, and by reflex stood rapidly.
After the sound of several strands of hair being forcefully torn out of her head, both of Harry and Hermione's screams bounced off the walls of the Common Room. Hermione clutched the area of her head where the dozen or so hairs were while Harry clutched his bits.
"My hair!" screeched Hermione.
Harry wanted to counter with "Who cares about your hair, it'll re-grow! My bits on the other hand have just been strangled and yanked!" But seeing as he was in agony and curled up in the fetal position once more, Harry settled for pathetic high-pitched sounds of pain.
With a frantic expression to her face, Hermione examined her hair closely, to see if any other strands were injured. She was so intent on this that she hadn't noticed that McGonagall, Pomfrey, and a very stunned Filch were watching her. Harry saw that the caretaker had his lamp-like eyes fixed on Hermione's shaved groin.
"Avert your eyes, man," Harry growled menacingly at Filch. Well as menacingly as one can get when they are rolled up into a tight ball and have tears of pain welling up in their eyes.
It was at this point that Hermione finally noticed their "guests" and dove behind the couch to hide.
"Argus, you may leave," McGonagall said.
"But what about the screams and moans comin' from the boys' dormitory?" Filch asked.
As if on cue, Luna's groan floated down from Harry and Ron's room. For a moment, both McGonagall and Pomfrey were visibly concerned with the groans and it was obvious that the two older witches couldn't tell it was a pleasurable moan. Harry was about to tell McGonagall not to worry, but hesitated when he realized that he'd have to tell his stern mentor that Ron was shagging his girlfriend in their room. He paused, trying to find a more civil explanation for the sounds simply because he didn't want to use the words "shag," "sex," or "bang" in front of McGonagall, let alone /to /her. Thankfully, Harry didn't need to tell the Headmistress what was occurring because Ron unwittingly announced it.
"Oh, yes, pinch my nipples," Ron's voice requested and a overjoyed giggle told everyone in the Common Room that Luna was more than happy to oblige.
A blushing McGonagall pretended to ignore Ron's cheer of, "YES, THAT'S IT!"
"I don't think we're needed here, Poppy," McGonagall said to Madame Pomfrey. "Would you mind taking Argus out with you?" she asked indicating Filch. The Headmistress nodded her head toward Harry and said, "I'll see you tonight at Miss Weasley's birthday party."
With that, McGonagall, Pomfrey, and Filch left Harry and Hermione in the Common Room with what was left of their dignity.
After their elders had left, Harry and Hermione got dressed - although Hermione kept rubbing the side of her head where her hair was torn out and Harry spent a good amount of time untangling her hair from his bits. Once they were finished dressing, the two young lovers sat on the couch.
"I'm sorry about the head-butt," offered Hermione sincerely.
"S'okay, it was just an accident," supplied Harry. "I'm sorry 'bout your hair."
"It's alright, it'll grow back," Hermione replied, and then added in an undertone, "I hope."
As a sign of support, Harry kissed the assaulted area on her head. She smiled at his gesture and kissed him back. Of course Harry was hoping that Hermione would've copied his action and kissed his assaulted area, but he settled for a kiss on the lips.
"So about this prank against the twins, how does it work?" Harry asked.
"It's fairly simple," began Hermione. "All you have to do is stimulate me while I focus on the twins and concentrate on a non-vocal incantation. My orgasm will trigger the ritual and every old witch that the twins see will be completely starkers."
"So the hard part will be not letting anyone see us doing the ritual," Harry put in.
"Yes, but we could do a series of Disillusionment and Glamour Charms to make it look like your hand is in your lap and not mine," replied Hermione. "But the illusion won't be perfect; if someone looks at us long enough, they'll see a shimmer around you arm and that may give it away."
"And they'll figure out what we're doing if they see your face," added Harry.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked slightly offended.
"You become very... animated when you climax," explained Harry
"Fine then, I'll just have to control myself, won't I?" Hermione stated.
"Still, we'll need a distraction to help us hide, just to be safe" offered Harry. "Maybe we'll do it when Ginny is opening her presents. Everyone should be focusing on her at that point."
"That'll work," agreed Hermione.
"So, what should we do until the party?" asked Harry.
Hermione shared a look with Harry that said that she wasn't in the mood to fool around just yet; a sentiment that Harry wholeheartedly shared. At least, not so soon after their discovery of why Voldemort kept the traitorous Wormtail around.
"How about we read?" Hermione suggested.
"Oh that reminds me," Harry said and stood. "I got you some books yesterday."
The raven-haired wizard made his way up the stairs and knocked on his dorm room door. Seeing that there was no answer from Ron or Luna, Harry assumed that they were asleep. Harry's suspicion was proven correct when he opened the door and found his two friends asleep. Mind you, they were still both very naked. And on Neville's bed. Seeing his friends nude wasn't troubling Harry because he had already done that the day before; he was just glad that they didn't have sex on his bed. But judging by the crumpled and wrinkled bed sheets, not only did they shag on Neville's bed, they also did the deed on Dean's and Seamus' beds as well. It was safe to assume that the only bed that Ron and Luna didn't perform any type of sex act on was Ron's own bed.
Silently, Harry retrieved the books he bought but placed the "Hello Kitty" lingerie to the side. He doubted that Hermione would be pleased with such a gift, and decided to go to Diagon Alley and return it shortly.
Hermione squealed in delight when Harry gave her the books. She immediately flopped down in her favorite chair and began reading them. Harry took this time to go read through his favorite book. He opened up "The Magic of Making Love" to a random page and began to read.
The section he had chosen was entitle "Unusual Rituals and Spells." One of these unusual rituals was called "The Sticky Widget". According to the special book, when the ritual was performed, the wizard remained fully erect and functioning until the ritual was ended with the special incantation /"Conquiesco Fessus"/. The major side effect of this ritual was that the wizard's erect penis would be stuck inside his partner until the ritual was cancelled, allowing at the most a motion of two or three inches while inside the female partner's bits. It was as if the ritual put a Sticking Charm on the penis for some reason. The idea of being firmly stuck inside a witch didn't seem too appealing. Why anyone would do such a ritual was beyond Harry.
But the idea of being able to last longer, and thereby pleasing the witch more, was very intriguing to Harry. That way he could easily make Hermione very happy... other than using his magical mouth... and other than using the Pleasure Pressure Points.... Harry wanted to broaden his horizons and be a Jack of All Trades when it came to pleasing Hermione. It was something that he set his mind to achieve: be an expert at pleasuring Hermione.
So Harry searched for a spell or ritual that would increase his stamina, and in short order, he found one. It was easy to find because it was called "The Stamina Ritual". It would only double the times the wizard could normally perform. But Harry rationalized that two times was better than just once and he memorized the simple ritual. All Harry had to do to get this boost was hop around on his left leg while chanting "Accipio Amplus" seven times.
After he had memorized that ritual, Harry continued to read the book. He was still amazed what was in it. Not just spells and rituals, but positions meant to heighten the pleasure. Some of these positions were called "Churning Cream," "The Black Bee," Splinting the Bamboo," "The Elephant," /and "The Stag"/ (thankfully not related to Harry's father and his animagus form).
A while later, Ron and Luna finally came down. They had showered and dressed for the party. Taking their lead, Harry and Hermione showered - separately, they were running late - and got ready for Ginny's party.
When Harry returned to the Common Room, he found McGonagall waiting along with Ron and Luna.
"I've made a Portkey so we won't get soot on our robes if we go by Floo," announced McGonagall as she held up an old shoe.
"Thank you, Professor," Hermione said as she returned from dressing.
The five gathered around the shoe and McGonagall touched her wand to it and incanted "/Portus/." In a moment, all of them touched the shoe and were magically transported to the Burrow - of course Harry crashed to the ground.
The first thing that Harry noticed was that it was rather hot and unusually humid outside. It was like someone had place a hot wet cloth over his head.
"Bloody heat," grumbled Ron and he helped Harry to his feet.
"Wotcher, gang," a cheerful voice called out. Harry turned and saw Tonks walk out of the Burrow with several chairs floating behind her. The Auror waved her wand and the chairs flew off and landed neatly around a number of tables that were already set on the lawn.
"I thought you were on duty tonight?" Hermione asked as she greeted Tonks.
"Got called off the last minute," Tonks replied with a cheery bloom to her face. Whether the bloom came from happiness or the heat, Harry didn't know. "So I decided to give Molly a hand setting up Ginny's party. 'Course I got the newbie to help me out," she finished by jerking her thumb back at the Burrow. Just then, Courtney, Tonks' Auror trainee, stumbled out of the Weasley house. The witch was carrying two massive tankards of butterbeer while sweat poured off her skin.
"Courtney, are you alright?" Harry asked with concern.
"Yeah," the future Auror responded. "I'm just super hot is all; it's a burden I have to live with. That and it's really warm out today."
"Wow, those are some big jugs," commented Ron while he eyed the large tankards of butterbeer that Courtney was carrying.
"Well you could be a proper gentleman and give her a hand," Molly scolded her son as she too came out of the house, carrying more butterbeer. "Instead of standing there like a buffoon."
Fearful of his mother's temper, Ron snatched the tankards away from Courtney and Harry asked Mrs. Weasley if he could take the ones she was carrying. For the next twenty minutes, Harry and his friends helped set up Ginny's party. While they were setting up the party, the Creevey brothers, Colin and Dennis, arrived via the Knight Bus. Both of them had their cameras, and the moment they saw Harry, began circling their idol and snapping pictures of him.
"Is it true that you're ga - err... dating Draco?" Colin asked with a hopeful tone in his voice and a desperate gleam in his eyes. Harry got the distinct impression that if he replied "yes" then Colin would drop his camera, disrobe and offer himself to his idol, saying something along the lines of "Leave that hooligan and take me!"
/ /"No, I'm not," Harry responded, and Colin's desperate gleam turned hopeful. Wishing to quell the younger wizard's hope of dating the Boy Who Lived, Harry threw his arm around Hermione and concluded, "I'm very straight."
The Creevey brothers both uttered a sad "oh" and sulked off.
"Speaking of the rumors of your orientation," Hermione began as she scanned the growing crowd of guests. "Where are Fred and George?"
"Dunno," Harry said. "Maybe they're closing the shop and will be here late."
Two loud cracks announced the arrival of Luna's father and Neville. Harry heard Ron make a soft noise of panic somewhere behind him. Harry turned and saw a very ashen faced Ron standing behind him. Apparently, Luna's tactic of calming Ron's nerves about meeting her father by shagging her new boyfriend's brains out wasn't completely effective.
"Daddy!" Luna cheered and ran to her father while half-leading, half-dragging Ron behind her. "There's someone I'd like you to meet!"
Harry couldn't hear what Luna was saying to her father, but it was obvious by both wizards' expressions that she was introducing Ron as her boyfriend. Mr. Lovegood was giving Ron a steely gaze while Ron looked like he was about to soil himself.
"Hiya Harry, Hermione," Neville greeted them as he walked away from the awkward situation that was developing between Ron and Mr. Lovegood.
"Hi, Neville. Did you enjoy your trip?" asked Harry. He was stunned when he saw Neville; his friend had lost a little weight around his midsection - a few pounds - but had gained a bit of muscle around his arms and chest. He wasn't muscle bound or athletic, Neville was still a big wizard, but it suited him.
"It was great," heralded Neville. "I got to see so many unique and exotic magical flora."
"Have you been working out?" Hermione asked.
"Kind of," Neville admitted bashfully. "A bunch of the plants that I tried to uproot weren't too keen on the idea and fought back. So I guess in a way I did work out."
A polite cough drew Harry's attention. He turned to face a very ruminative looking Ginny.
"Harry, I'm sorry -" Ginny began.
"There's no need to apologize," Harry interrupted. "I forgive you."
Harry gave Gin-Gin the Erection Killer a comforting hug; much like the way a brother would hug his little sister. He was surprised by his own actions. He had intended to stay away from Ginny as much as possible and had planned only to speak to her in short, but polite, conversations. He had no intentions of accepting any apology from the red-haired witch, much less forgiving her for her actions. Harry was amazed by his unintentional show of maturity.
One look at Hermione told Harry that she, unlike him, had no intention of showing such pardon. The devilish grin on his girlfriend's face warned Harry that she would not let Ginny off so easily. Harry imagined that Hermione was fighting the urge to ask Ginny "Is your vulva still bruised?" or "Boy, Harry can eat me out like nobody's business. Let me tell you Ginny, you're missing out!"
"Hi Neville, I'm glad you could come," Ginny said. Hermione still had her devilish grin and Harry knew that she would be patient. Her revenge against Ginny may not come today, or tomorrow, but one day. Perhaps Hermione would make Ginny be her personal slave in penance. Harry could imagine Hermione making Ginny call her "Mistress."
"Um, hi Ginny," Neville returned her greeting nervously. "I got you this on my trip." Neville withdrew from his robes a pretty red plant with yellow-gold blossoms in a simple pot. He handed it to the birthday girl and explained, "It's called '/Verecundus// Rosa"/ or 'The Shy Rose.' It literally feeds off of attention. If you don't notice it, it wilts and dies. If you give it negative attention, both the leaves and blossoms will turn black and twisted. But if you shower it with positive attention; it will grow strong and beautiful. When I saw it in a forest in Burma, I was struck by its beauty and I thought... well..." Harry could tell that Neville was nervous and embarrassed, but that he was brave enough to finish his statement after regaining his confidence. "It was so beautiful that I thought of you, Ginny."
Ginny's eyes popped open in surprise and her face grew red at Neville's compliment. Neville muttered a "Happy Birthday" and walked away with his cheeks red as well. As he retreated, Neville would occasionally glance over his shoulder.
"Has he been working out?" Ginny asked in a distracted way as she watched Neville walk away. "It suits him."
Another set of loud cracks heralded the arrival of the targets; Fred and George. One of the twins thumped Harry on the back and said in an overly effeminate way, "Hello there, how's your love life, sailor?"
"Oh Feorge, don't pester the poor girl," Fred added in an equally feminine way and slapped his brother in a limp wristed sort of way. "Can't you tell that Harry doesn't like to kiss and tell. She's a shy little princess."
"I will get you two back," Harry threatened.
"Look out Gred, this kitten has claws!" George mocked.
"Meow!" Fred added.
"Live it up," Hermione countered. "But soon, you won't be the ones laughing."
"Ooooo" the twins mocked in unison. "We're so scared!"
Fred and George barked in laughter and walked away.
"Let's start the ritual as soon as possible," Hermione suggested through gritted teeth. Harry nodded his head in agreement; not only would he have his revenge against the twins for starting that rumor about him and Draco but - more importantly - Harry would get to pleasure Hermione, which was always fun.
"It's a simple ritual, but there is one major side effect," warned Hermione.
"What?" Harry hissed. "What side effect?"
"Once we begin the ritual, we'll have to finish," Hermione explained. "The magics used in the ritual will compel us to finish once we start."
"How's that bad?" asked Harry. To him, the idea of being forced to pleasure Hermione wasn't a bad side effect but a nice one.
"Because if we're found out or discovered, we'll still have to complete the ritual," stated Hermione. "That means that you'll have to bring me to orgasm, even if everyone in the party finds out and is watching us. I may be kinky, and the general idea of being caught in the act may be a turn on, but the thought of being actually caught really frightens me."
Harry gulped as the image that Hermione was describing entered his mind. He could imagine that Molly would faint, the Creevey brothers would recoil in disgust (/"eww, a vagina,"/ they'd say), and the twins would offer pointers; "Give her nipples a pinch Harry!" or "Give her the shocker!" they'd say. But whatever the twins had to offer in the realms of humiliation was nothing compared to the threat of Tonks. Oh, gods, just the thought of the horrors that Tonks, and by proxy Remus, would inflict made Harry want to cry in fear.
"Don't worry," Hermione said comfortingly. "We can do this. We need to focus on exactly why we're tempting fate. We do this and we'll get our revenge on the twins."
"They'll see every old witch completely nude," Harry said happily. As fortune would have it, just as Harry said this, an incredibly old witch slowly crept into view. Judging by her squat frame, she must've been one of Mrs. Weasley's relatives... one of her really old relatives at that.
The young couple waited until Fred and George took their seats at the table before sitting a few chairs down on the opposite side. Harry and Hermione ended up sitting near the end of the long table with Tonks and Courtney two chairs away from them. Ginny was at the head of the table with Ron and Luna sitting right next to her.
Everyone was chattering amongst themselves and Harry knew that it wouldn't be a good idea to start the ritual just yet. All the guests were talking to each other and would most likely talk to Harry and Hermione as well, so it was impossible to begin the ritual without someone noticing.
After a few minutes, platters piled high with food flew out of the Burrow's kitchen and landed gracefully on the table. The guests ate while continuing their conversations. Harry was starting to get worried, if it kept on like this he'd never get the chance to finger.... err... perform the ritual and get his revenge against Fred and George.
But thankfully, after supper was finished a large cake magically appeared in front of Ginny and everyone's attention was drawn to the head of the table. Sixteen candles sparked and burned on the cake and everyone began to sing the birthday song.
While the others were singing, Hermione discreetly waved her wand under the table in the direction of Harry's arm while muttering an incantation under her breath. Harry felt his right arm tingle and he held up his hand as an experiment. Hermione's Disillusionment and Glamour Charms worked perfectly. Harry waved his invisible hand in front of his face and marveled over how it looked like his arm hadn't moved at all. He stuck his invisible fore and middle finger in his mouth to wet them with his saliva before sliding his hand under the table and up Hermione's skirt.
Harry was certain that Hermione would defend her decision to go knicker-less was purely in preparation for the ritual. But he also knew that his girlfriend had a huge kinky streak in her and he doubted that she did so solely for the ritual. He placed his wet fingers on Hermione's flower and traced over her bud and petals. Hermione bit her lip while Harry worked his fingers.
Ginny blew out the candles with one breath and Arthur began to slice the cake. After Ginny got her piece, Mr. Weasley turned his attention to Harry.
"Harry would you like some?" Mr. Weasley asked.
'"Um, ah," stammered Harry as everyone at the table turned to face him. Even though he had just started to finger... err... started the ritual, Hermione already had a bloom to her cheeks. He was worried that someone would notice her condition and tried to pull his fingers away from her flower. Unfortunately, his fingers would not heed his command and instead continued to stimulate Hermione's flower. Hermione was right; the magics used in the ritual were preventing him from stopping. "Err... no thanks sir."
"How about you Hermione?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"N-n-no thanks," she muttered and then bit her lip.
"Okay, more for the rest of us," commented Mr. Weasley and continued to pass out slices of cake to the guests.
Judging by how wet Hermione was, Harry realized that he must have been doing a very good job at stimulating his girlfriend. That, or she was really turned on by the fact that they were performing a sex act in the open in front of friends and family.
A soft squelching noise came from Hermione's lap and the two lovers shared a concerned look. They had planned on disguising Harry's arm to hide the ritual, but they had forgotten to mask any sounds.
After everyone had their cake, Ginny started opening her presents. The first box she opened was from her parents which contained earrings that belonged to her grandmother.
"Thanks Mum and Dad," Ginny squealed and moved on to the next present which was Harry's. She read the title of the book and said "Thanks Harry, it's wonderful."
"Um... you're welcome," replied Harry. His worry about being discovered was growing with each second. He was certain that no one had yet noticed that his arm was charmed and Hermione wasn't being her usual energetic self; she wasn't gyrating and moaning like normal - but her face was flush and tiny beads of sweat were blossoming on her skin. Ginny went to open another present and Harry breathed a sigh of relief, obviously no one had noticed Harry or Hermione's actions.
"Oh, thank you Hermione," Ginny squealed while holding up a pretty silver bracelet, obviously Hermione's gift. Harry was surprised at the present; he had been expecting Hermione to give the girl either something simple and meaningless gift like a book on Quidditch, or something mean and derogatory, like a book with a title along the lines of "/You Can't Have Him; Tips on Dating After a Bad Break Up."/ But the bracelet was quiet pretty. With eyes shimmering with tears, Ginny continued; "It's so beautiful! This is too much," the birthday girl objected.
"IT'S NOTHING!" Hermione blurted out. Apparently, the brunette witch was having difficulty containing her composure and let her guard slip a little.
"Thank you," Ginny smiled and opened the next present.
"Are you okay Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Oh - oh- oh I'm f-fine," Hermione groaned out.
Ginny continued to open present after present as Harry continued to rub Hermione. The brunette witch was so wet that Harry's fingers were dripping and she was practically flowing. It was probably the fact that they were performing a sex act in public and she was a kinky little witch, but Harry could tell that Hermione was going to have a hell of an orgasm.
"Excuse me, you two, but I have to ask you something," McGonagall said. Harry turned to see the Headmistress standing right over their shoulders. His blood ran cold while his fingers caressed and rubbed Hermione's petals. The Headmistress wore her normal stern expression, but Harry detected a hint of happiness in her voice. Harry just hoped the happiness wasn't over the fact that she had just caught her two favorite students fooling around. "The Board of Governors has finally decided to let Hogwarts remain open."
If Professor McGonagall was expecting thunderous applause from the two teenagers in front of her, she was sadly mistaken. Harry and Hermione were very silent and lost in thought; both over the news that McGonagall had just shared with them and the fear of being caught performing the ritual.
Harry was torn; he was happy that the school was not going to be shut down, but he had made a vow not to return. They had Horcruxes to hunt and he really couldn't bother with school.
"Now, I'm not going to be delusional and hope for a full class," the Headmistress continued with the joy in her voice becoming more and more evident. "We'll be lucky if half the student body returns."
"Oh no," moaned Hermione. Her resolve not to alert anyone that she was being pleasured was obviously starting to crumble.
"Thank you for your concern, Miss Granger, but I don't want to fill myself up with false hope," McGonagall commented. Apparently she mistook Hermione's moan as a show of support and not a sign of pleasure.
Harry and Hermione shared a worried look; they too were torn. They didn't want to bring McGonagall's mood down with their refusal to return to school. That and they were both scared that McGonagall was about to ask what Harry was doing to Hermione.
"Professor... I'm sorry..." Harry began hesitantly.
"I have a proposition for you, Mr. Potter," McGonagall interrupted. "As I said before, we'll be lucky if half of the students return. Such a low amount of students to teach will give the instructors' ample free time. When you two showed up at the castle a few days ago, Miss Granger asked to remain in the castle so that you can train and study in order to fight You-Know-Who. Seeing that I and my peers will have free time, I am offering to give you and some of your friends special advance training. I'm certain that Filius and some of the others would be more than pleased to do the same."
"Oh w-wow," groaned Hermione. Harry knew that she was both pleased by McGonagall's offer for advance training allowing her to learn many new and fascinating things as well as being stimulated by his fingers at the same time.
Harry was honored; McGonagall was offering to give him special advance training. Even though he believed that whatever the Headmistress was going to teach him would be useful, he still needed to search for and destroy the Horcruxes. He couldn't do that if he was cooped up in the castle.
"Before you make up your mind, I want to tell you two things," McGonagall added. "The first is that I am officially offering Miss Granger the position of Head Girl and I want you, Potter, to be Head Boy."
Hermione shivered, the combination of McGonagall telling her that her dream about becoming Head Girl was going to come true and the ecstasy caused by Harry's fingers was driving her wild.
"But Ron's our year's Prefect," Harry countered as Hermione slowly wriggled on his hand.
"You don't need to be a Prefect to qualify for Head Boy, Mr. Potter," explained McGonagall. "Look at your father; Remus was their year's Prefect but James was Head Boy.
"The second thing I wanted to offer should be considered unofficial and between us," McGonagall went on. "Albus' portrait told me that if you did return, you'd need to make special trips throughout the term. What kind of trips, I don't know. But I trust Albus and I will allow you and your friends to make these excursions. I only ask that you don't take them while you should be in lessons."
Harry considered McGonagall's terms; he would get the training he needed and he would be allowed to continue his quest. He turned to Hermione to see what her thoughts on the subject were. Of course he saw the look of desire in her eyes, she had dreamt of being the Head Girl the moment she had entered the castle doors.
"What do you say Miss Granger?" asked McGonagall.
Hermione let out a very low, long, and impassioned "YYEEESSS!"
Harry was amazed at his girlfriend, she was literally throbbing in his palm. The public sex act combined with his fingers working her quim along with the news McGonagall had just told her was making her reach the pinnacle of pleasure.
"And you Mr. Potter?" McGonagall inquired.
"I don't know," Harry said hesitantly. The Headmistress was being very giving in her offer, but Harry was still concerned that going back to finish his seventh year at Hogwarts would interfere with his quest.
McGonagall added in an undertone, "Did I mention that the Head Boy and Girl each get their own private quarters where neither one would be disturbed by any unwanted interruptions."
"I'LL DO IT!" explained Harry joyously. The idea that he'd get his own room where he and Hermione could fool around without any interruptions was enough to seal the deal.
"Thank you very much," McGonagall said genuinely and walked away.
A muffled moan emanated from Hermione and Harry could tell that she was about to erupt and that she wouldn't be able to control herself. She was going to scream bloody murder and everyone at the table will find out exactly what they were doing. Harry couldn't let his girlfriend be embarrassed in such a way; he had to do something to drown out her cries. Sadly, Harry came up with the perfect plan to do just that.
From across the table, Harry mouthed the words "I'm sorry" to Ron. The red haired wizard looked at his best mate in confusion.
"Ron and Luna had sex loads of times on their first date!" Harry announced loudly. All eyes turned to Ron and Luna. Ron looked like he was about to have a stroke but Luna's expression looked calm and passive, as if Harry had just told everyone that the sky was blue.
"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!" Molly screamed.
Mr. Lovegood was glowering at the wizard who deflowered his daughter as Mrs. Weasley stalked over to Ron while everyone watched her in fear. The heat of rage coming from Mrs. Weasley was intense, but so was the heat of passion from Hermione's flower. Harry's girlfriend gripped the table and was obviously forcing her orgasm back until the proper time.
Mrs. Weasley started to scream at Ron. "HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING! DID YOU SLIP THE POOR GIRL A LUST POTION?"
Molly's unnaturally loud voice drowned out Hermione's cry of "SWEET BABY MAEVE!" as she came in Harry's hand.
The twins blinked and shook their head as the magic from the ritual entered their bodies. Fred looked at his mother and his eyes almost popped out of his skull.
"Mum," Fred screeched. "Put some clothes on!"
"Holy Shite!" George screamed while looking at Professor McGonagall. "Y-y-you're s-s-sh-s-shaved?"
"What the devil is wrong with you two?" demanded Mrs. Weasley. Her twins' outburst distracted her from the anger she was feeling toward her youngest son.
"What's wrong with us, what's wrong with you?" shot back George. "You're naked!"
"As a jaybird!" added Fred.
"Aunt Gisele," George murmured in fear as his eyes locked on the ancient witch that Harry had seen earlier. "W-w-wh-what's with the piercings?"
Mr. Lovegood was still staring daggers at Ron - who looked like he was going to faint at any second - and Luna seemed fascinated by the pattern on the tablecloth. Mrs. Weasley was arguing with the twins that she wasn't naked and that Fred and George better straighten up. As this was going on, Ginny shrugged her shoulders, picked up the plant Neville gave her, and sat next to Neville and proceeded to talk to him as if her family wasn't having a knock-down-drag out fight around them. Or merely that this was pretty much an everyday affair for her family.
"Merlin, I wish my boyfriend was that brave," sighed Courtney.
"Brave? What do you mean?" asked Harry.
"Brave enough to finger bang me in public," the Auror in training explained and batted her eyes at Harry.
Hermione let out a pathetic whimper and Harry coughed uncontrollably. Their plan failed; Courtney saw them! And judging by the devilish smile on Tonks, she had seen them do it too.
"Oh, I think he'd have to be more kinky than brave," offered Tonks.
"Oh, my boyfriend's plenty kinky," retorted Courtney. "He can do this thing with his tongue-"
"You saw?" Hermione interrupted. The panic and fear was evident in both her voice and her eyes.
"Of course we did," Tonks snorted. "One of the first things we learn in the Academy is to spot, and more importantly, see through Disillusionment Charms."
Harry tried to swallow the large ball that had formed in his throat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley lead Ron, Luna, and Luna's father into the Burrow. The parents looked very somber as they left the table.
"You two are the kinkiest lot I've ever seen," Tonks commented and then added to Courtney. "This is the second time they done this in public."
"He's finger-banged her twice! Bravo, Harry," Courtney exclaimed while clapping softly.
"Although when I caught them doing it at Bill and Fleur's wedding the charms they used to hide Harry's hand and arm were much better," admitted Tonks.
"Actually, we... err... I did that one by accident," Harry said with embarrassment.
"How can you do that by accident?" asked Courtney. "'Oh, I'm sorry, I just tripped and unintentionally pleasured you to an orgasm with my finger.'"
"I could see that," Tonks offered. "Though he'd have to trip a lot to do so."
The two witches laughed at Harry and Hermione's expense. Harry was a little ticked at their attitude.
"It's called Pleasure Pressure Points," Harry defended.
"/Pleasure/ what?" the two Aurors asked.
Lecturing was Hermione's area of expertise and she explained to Tonks and Courtney about "The Magic of Making Love" and its uses. After a few minutes of explanation, Courtney asked; "So that little finger bang was a ritual?"
"Yes, it makes the twins see through the clothes of witches, but only ones over fifty," Hermione clarified.
"And the book told Harry how he can do that thing with his Parseltongue?" inquired Tonks to which Hermione nodded. "That means not all the magic listed in the book has to do with rituals correct?"
"Well, the Parselmouth thing was a power boosting ritual," Harry explained. "But we've done it a few times since then simply for pleasure."
It seemed a little odd speaking so openly about sex in front of Courtney and Tonks, and Harry was surprised that he was offering so much information.
"Do you think I could borrow the book for a while?" asked Tonks.
"Why?" asked Harry.
"I want to see if it'll help me grow bigger daisies in my garden," Tonks said snidely. "Why do you think I want to? I want to use some of the stuff in there to shag Remus silly, that's why."
"I don't know Tonks," Hermione stated. "Harry's power core is kind of keyed to the book and its rituals; we'll be using it a lot and I don't think I could lend it out just yet."
As Hermione was speaking to Tonks, a sudden thought occurred to Harry; they could get back at Remus and the pink haired Auror for their practical jokes by using the book. His idea centered on somehow tricking Remus and Tonks into doing something embarrassing. Exactly what, Harry didn't know just yet, but he could think of that later.
"Well, can't we make them a copy of the book?" offered Harry.
"But magical copies only last a few days before disintegrating," Hermione said.
"Who cares if it only lasts for a few days?" Harry asked with a knowing look in his eyes.
"That's right, I'll thumb through the copy and memorize the fun ones before it disintegrates," Tonks added.
"All right," Hermione concluded. It was clear by the look in her eyes that Hermione was curious as to what Harry was planning.
Harry, Hermione, Tonks, and Courtney talked for nearly an hour; discussing techniques and positions (Harry was desperately trying to memorize something that Courtney called /"The Sunday Morning Scoop"/). After the sun had set, Harry and Hermione decided it was time to head back home. The couple got up and started to head to the Burrow to fetch Ron and Luna when Ginny spoke up.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you," Ginny said. She was still sitting next to Neville and had stopped her in-depth conversation with him to warn Harry and Hermione. "About fifteen minutes ago, Dad came out and ushered McGonagall in. He said something about making it official or something like that."
Harry looked at Hermione and he could tell that she was wondering the same thing he was; make what official?
"Oh, by the way," continued Ginny. "What the hell was wrong with Fred and George? They left a while ago looking like they had thrown up and soiled themselves all at the same time."
A warm and happy feeling passed over Harry. Their revenge had worked perfectly. With any luck, the twins would be permanently scarred!
"I don't know," Hermione lied and had a huge grin on her face. It was obvious that she too was overjoyed that the twins were suffering. "We're heading back to the castle, happy birthday, Ginny."
Ginny waved goodbye and turned back to Neville. She then continued her conversation with Neville; the pair speaking in soft tones to each other.
"I guess we'll Apparate to Hogsmeade and walk to the castle," suggested Hermione.
With a crack, the couple disappeared from the Burrow and after what felt like being squeezed through a rubber tube, appeared in front of the Three Broomsticks. The moment they arrived, Hermione turned to Harry and demanded;
"All right, what do you have planned with the book?" she asked. "That look you gave me back there said you had something in mind."
"I figured that we give them a copy of the special book, but we change a few things around," Harry explained. "Basically trick them into pranking themselves."
"That's brilliant Harry," exclaimed Hermione while they made their way to the castle.
"But I'm a little concerned about Remus discovering the prank like he did with our first try," admitted Harry.
"Don't worry, Harry; Detection Charms won't work in situations like this," explained Hermione. "For a Detection Charm to work, the caster has to be very familiar with the item he or she is casting the charm on. For example, Remus would've had to read the special book and know what it contained very well if he wanted to use a Detection Charm on it. Without knowing what was contained in the book in the first place, Remus won't be able to tell what is different about it so any Detection Charms he'd cast on it would be worthless. So what kind of sticky situation are you planning on putting them in?"
At first Harry had no idea, but slowly, Hermione's comment about a sticky situation sunk in. The Sticky Widget! He'd trick them into performing the ritual he had read earlier in the day!
"You are the most brilliant witch in the whole world," Harry heralded and kissed his girlfriend. "I found a ritual in the book today where the two people will get stuck in mid-boink."
"Why would anyone want to intentionally do that?" Hermione asked.
"I had no idea," answered Harry. "But I reckon we'll disguise it by mixing it with a stamina ritual and trick the two of them into doing it."
"And we can put a mild Compulsion Charm on that specific ritual. That way, they'd have to choose it," finished Hermione. "And don't worry about Remus finding the Compulsion Charm, a lot of books have them and it won't seem out of place."
"A lot of books have Compulsion Charms on them?" asked Harry in a disbelieving way.
"Yes," replied Hermione. "It's just a thing publishers do to make mediocre books sell well. Just look at The Da Vinci Code."
The young lovers spent the night making the copy of The Magic of Making Love with the altered ritual. The first thing in the morning, Harry sent the tampered book off with Hedwig to Tonks. Soon, revenge would be theirs.
He returned to the Common Room to find Hermione waiting for him.
"Have Ron and Luna come back yet?" he asked.
"No, not yet," Hermione replied. "They're probably just shagging like bunnies somewhere."
Hermione paused and her expression suddenly became somber.
"Harry, I just wanted to give you some time to prepare," Hermione stated. "The potion needed for my boosting ritual will be ready in four days."
As he stood there in the Common Room in front of his girlfriend, Harry's heart started to race. Not out of fear like it had the other day when he thought that they were going to make love right then and there, but out of excitement. Apparently, he was less afraid and more keen on the idea now.
"I just wanted to tell you so that you can prepare yourself," repeated Hermione and she walked up to hug Harry.
When she placed her arms around him, Harry could tell that she was both excited and nervous over the ritual where she will lose her virginity. In a show of support, Harry returned her hug.
But seeing that his heart was racing and he was excited over the thought of making love to the most wonderful witch in the world, /'Harry, Jr.' /was suddenly very awake. The organ was jabbing Hermione in her hip as if it was saying that it was up for the ritual whenever she wanted to give it a try.
"Is that that your wand in your pocket?" Hermione asked saucily.
"No, I'm just really happy to see you," Harry replied with a lopsided grin.
"You know, I had all the fun last night and you didn't get any," stated Hermione and she eyed the bulge in Harry's trousers.
"Well, it was fun for me too," offered Harry truthfully. It was correct that he hadn't climaxed, but he really did enjoy pleasuring Hermione.
"Regardless, I feel I have to return the favor. Besides, I have to practice being Head Girl," she said while placing a great deal of emphasis on the word/ "Head"/. Hermione gave Harry a naughty little wink and lowered herself so that she was kneeling in front of her boyfriend.
Harry's heart was no longer racing but rather it was pounding away faster then he ever remembered! He was becoming light headed over the prospect of getting a blow-job from Hermione as well as the idea of making love to her in a few days. 'Harry, Jr.' was throbbing in his slacks and Hermione playfully stroked his length through his trousers. Harry's mind was filled with the image of Hermione's naked body underneath him and moaning out his name while they made love for the first time. With her dainty fingers, Hermione opened his trousers. The image of he and Hermione making love combined with Hermione kneeling in front of him with her fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers ready to pull them down made Harry's heart feel like it was about to explode!
Unfortunately, Harry's heart wasn't the thing that did explode.
Harry grunted and his body shivered as he involuntarily climaxed and soiled the inside of his boxers. With her eyes wide open, Hermione looked up and said to Harry with a chuckle "I guess you were really excited?"
The young wizard slumped his shoulders dejectedly. Harry had been about to get another "birthday present" from Hermione, but he had suffered a bout of premature ejaculation.
"Ron's record is what... six in a row?" Hermione asked as she continued to look up at Harry. "Let's see if we can give him a run for his money?"
Hermione tugged Harry's boxers down and freed a messy 'Harry, Jr.'. She placed his softening manhood into her mouth and began to work it.
With a gulp, Harry said "You are the best girlfriend ever!"
With the organ still in her mouth, Hermione replied "Yes I am, aren't I?"
It took some effort on Hermione's part, but after a minute or two, she brought 'Harry, Jr.' back from his premature nap. She bobbed, suckled, and hummed Harry's theme expertly. But this time, Hermione added a new technique; she began to gently massage 'Harry, Jr.'s luggage.
Harry's knees were shaking a few minutes into Hermione's fellatio. He had never done this standing up and added to the fact that he had already cum, Harry was worried that he might fall down. Thankfully, Harry remained strong and he felt the pressure build up.
"Hermione, I'm gonna cum," he groaned out.
The brunette witch redoubled her efforts and Harry unloaded himself into her mouth. He collapsed on the couch after he was finished and panted heavily.
"I'd definitely say that my experiment to change your taste is working," Hermione said happily after swallowing. She crawled over to Harry on all fours and played with his penis. Her pretty hazel eyes looked at the organ hungrily.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked while still trying to catch his breath.
"I told you that I wanted to give Ron a run for his money and I meant it," Hermione replied with steely determination in her voice before popping 'Harry, Jr.' back in her mouth.
"Her...my...oh...neee!" Harry groaned.
To Be Continued! |
Title: 15th Birthday To Remember
Tags: True Story, Bi-sexual, Boy / Boy, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Gay, Group Sex
Introduction:
True Story
Content:
This is an absolutely true story about my birthday and experimentation with my real friends!!!!!!!!
It was like any other day, warm and humid. But today is my 15th birthday party!!!! I;m having 12 people over
and we are going to swim, play games, and after my parents go to bed some illegal stuff. Lucky for me i
already came out to my friends that i was bisexual and they were fine with it cause i still liked woman too.
After a lot of waiting the first person arrived. His name was Sean and he brought Matt, Mike, and Casey(Guy)
They took off their shoes and left their gifts on the table. i told them to change so we could go swimming. We
got our stuff on and jumped into the pool. After about 20 minutes More people arrived like Dom, Anthony,
Chris, Julia, Christine, Jamie, Shannon, Torrie, and my neighbor Bryan. He was only 13 and was one of the
cutest kids i had ever seen. After an hour of swimming we decided to have a Chicken tournament.
Unfortunately there wasn't enough girls per boy so i was stuck with Bryan which wasn't so bad. By the time the
tourney was over it was me and Bryan vs Dom and Shannon. After 3 minutes of shoving and pulling i started
to notice something hard poking into my head. It was Bryan's dick. I finally threw him right into shannon and
she fell over declaring us the winners. As Shannon came out of the water she realized that her top fell off. As
soon as she got out of the water all the guys eyes were glued on her nice rack. i noticed that everyone had a
semi erect dick from seeing shannon topless. She immediateley realized what had happened and grabbed
her top. We all dried off and had food. At around 10 everyone left except for Matt, Mike, Dom, Bryan, and
Chris. We went into my living room and played MLB 2k10 till my parents went to bed. Then i went to my room
and grabbed the 4.5 grams of weed that i bought, a lighter, blunt wraps and a bowl. While they were playing
MLB i was busy packing the bowl and rolling two joints. After i finished the job i told them to go into my garage.
We all grabbed a chair and smoked the joints then bowls. After 15 minutes we were all fucked up and headed
back inside. We went down to my basement where we threw in Animal House and watched that for awhile.
Then being bored Chris suggests that we should have a wrestling tournament. After i heard him suggest it i
immediately said yeah. So it was me vs bryan first. I took him down and mounted him. Then he flipped me
over and he was ontop of me. instantly i begin to get hard. Then i notice that he is hard himself so i threw him
over and pinned him. I gave him a little smack on the ass and he blushed a little bit. Then everyone else
fought. After an hour or two we were bored again so we decided to play truth or dare. Anthony was up first
he asked me truth or dare. I said truth. He asked "would you fuck everyone in here" I paused then said
depends. and everyone laughed. Then it was my turn I dared Matt to kiss Chris. our rules were if u didn't
complete the dare then you would have to run down the street bare ass. So they kissed each other. Then
Matt dared me to kiss Anthony. Easy enough i leaned in and kissed him. After a few more people everyone
eventually was down to just there underwear. Everyone had an erect or semi erect dick including the
straight people so it was my turn i dared Bryan to suck my dick.
everyone turned to bryan who got up and stood in front of me. He grabbed the waistband of my briefs and
took my dick out. he waited then slowly devoured my 6 inch dick. It was the greatest feeling i had ever
experienced. Then out of the blue is see Matt grab chris' boxer briefs and pull them down. I couldn't believe
my eyes my straight friends were giving each other head. i return my sight to Bryan who had his adult
superman briefs down too his ankles and was jacking his 5 inch dick. i grabbed his head forcing it up and
down quicker and quicker. He then pulled out and licked at my balls.
By now everyone was naked and sucking each other. i lift bryan up and bring him upstairs to my room. I lay
him down on my bed and get on top off him and start to grind my cock on his. I began kissing down his
body, past his happy trail too his dick. I licked his shaft and balls then engulfed his dick. I moved very
quickly bobbing up and down up and down. Bryan is saying " oh ryan oh my god that feel so good oh suck
my cock oh god i'm gonna cum" Then as he said it his body tensed up and cum rushed into my mouth i
swallowed and said i'm going to have a little fun now i flip him over and grab a condom from my dresser. I
put it on and start rimming his ass. He began to moan softly. Then i lined up my dick with his hole and
slowly pushed in he was in pain and i could tell because my dick is very wide. "holy shit Bryan your ass is
so tight" "try to relax" Then i felt his ass relax and i pulled out and pushed back in. as his ass got wetter i
went faster. "Oh ryan of yeah fuck my ass oh god ohh ohhh i love your cock in my ass oh god oh" Me"Bryan
i'm gonna cum dude i began to pump furiously then i pulled out flipped him over and shot my cum all over
his body. " That was the best oragasm i've ever had" "me too ryan" We walked back downstairs to find
everyone in their undies on their sleeping bags being tired i snuggled with Bryan and fell asleep with my
hand on the front of his briefs. |
Title: ( 15) Animal fun gets better
Tags: Diary, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Bestiality, Bi-sexual, Fisting, Group Sex
Introduction:
Les brings a friend along
Content:
The last meeting at Les's place went extremly well, with some 20 guys or so taking care of us all, plus his 2 dogs and horses, so as soon as we had a spare weekend , Grant rung him and told him to set up another group fuck, for the next weekend, he was more than happy to.
We rung the guys we know as well as Liz, Andy and Rick, and looked forward to another great night.Saturday night couldn't come around quick enough, as we drove to Les's place around 6pm. A few cars were there already, as we stripped of and walked in naked. Andy and Rick were already fucking, with Les and a couple of guys joining in too, so as soon as they saw me the guys, began to head my way, within seconds I was on my knees and 2 cocks were buried inside me.
Grant found a spare cock and got busy too, as more guys turned up, things went along well, after I had taken a couple of loads of cum, I found Dfor and got him to mount me, it was so nice feeling his huge cock fuck my butt, I prefer him in my arse now more than my pussy as his cock seems to give me more orgasms this way, and tonight was no differnt, as I screamed though 3 or 4 good ones. I saw Grant with Jake in hs butt, we were both knotted and going well, I swollowed a couple of loads then Dfor flooded my bowels with his cum, I love the feeling, as his knot swells even more sending me into a contant orgasm.
Les was under me waiting for Dfor to pull out, flicking my clit with his tongue, then with one loud plop, Dfor pulled back, Les covered in dog cum, ate what he could, I turned and helped him by licking the cum from his body and face. When he got up, he gave me a cuddle and said any time now you should be getting another visitor to fuck you. but wouldnt tell me more.
Several other guys used me, fucking me in any way they wanted, then while I was on my knees being taking by two guys, I saw my surprise. a afro american guy with a huge dog walked in,
I was hoping this was what Les meant, I watched as he stripped of, bugger, he had his back to me, but from what I saw, this could be fun, then he turned, oh yer its going to be good. his cock hung down, soft it was bigger than any others here, I have had a dark guy before and he was big, but this guy beat him easy.
Les went over and shook his hand, and lead him my way, my heart started to pound hard as he moved close, I tried not to drool as his 10 inch plus cock hung in front of me, and it was still softish.
I hate being a spoil sport, but bugger, I pulled forward of the guy's fucking me and said hello. trying not to look to keen, Lewis said hello and kissed me, my legs went weak, he held me tight, working his lips on mine, then he lowered his body, sucking my hard cum covered nipples, then his fingers found my pussy, one then two slid in, I came hard thinking of him fucking me,
I couldn't wait, dropping down I sucked the head of his cock, my mouth just getting 3 or 4 inchs in, what a cock.
Soon I just had to feel him in me, turning I left no doubt as to what I wanted, his hands gripped my waist, then I felt his cock jerking behind me, one hand went behind, aiming him into my cum soaked hole, he began to push softly in. My mind raced, as inch by inch he entered me, I know it's not as big as the horse cocks, but it felt great, then he hit bottom his cock not fully home let him know to begin fucking hard, as he pulled just about all the way out and then rammed in hard, sending me into a great orgasm. The tip of his cock had gone past my cervix, and was going into my uterus now, sending me into one long orgasm.
His dog was laying near me, licking his cock, I let Lewis fuck me for some time before telling him to fuck my arse. I didn't need to tell him twice, his cock was in my butt in seconds, and ramming as deep as ever. As he did I moved forward, my mouth found his dogs cock, and I began to lick it, soon it was sticking out proud, wow he was also a big bigger than the other dogs, I turned asking Lewis if he was up for some kink, a
smile said yes.
I lay Lewis down and slid his cock in my pussy, his dog now restless, as I began to ride Lewis, I slid a finger into my cum soaked butt and stuck it under the dogs nose, he sniffed it and licked my finger, I repeated it again, this time he sniffed harder, I asked Lewis if he was ready, He asked what I had in mind, I said a dp with him and you.
Lewis had a huge smile, so I got up, moved us both over to the bench, Lewis back under me and a cum finger back in the dogs nose. he knew what to do, he jumped up, front legs on the bench, I asked a guy to aim his cock into my arse, it took a few trys but then it went in, the feeling of my pussy full of Lewis huge cock and now his dog growing bigger each thrust was to much, I screamed out in bliss, my body on fire, the orgasm now a blurr as one leed to another, Lewis was holding me up, his cock still inside me went into my uterus, his dog was fucking me fast, his long cock, forcing it's way right up inside my well fucked butt, he now started to knot with me, with each thrust his knot going in, but not yet locking tight,
Then with one harder push his knot held, swelling to the size of a foot ball, or that's what it felt like, it was much tighter than the others, the dog growled, his cock now fucking me hard, Lewis was smiling like a man in bliss too, I knew he would be getting the feelings though his cock too, as dog cum flooded my bowels, this set Lewis off, and he blasted his man seed deep inside my body.
I lay there in total exchaustion, as they both slowed and stayed in place, the knot held all the cum inside me, for what seemed like ages, then with a hard jerk the knot pulled out, both loads of cum raced out, with shakey legs I moved up, over Lewis, cum covered his chest and face, no sooner had I moved back a bit, then my butt was filled by a hard cock and more cum added to it.
I slid around on Lewis, the cum became a lube as we played, another guy fucked me and blew his load over us both, we kissed and held one another for awhile before getting up. I then said want to see more, and walked towards the frame, I'm not sure if he knew what it was for, but the other guys did, straping me in, I heard one of the horses being lead up,
Lewis looked shocked, but his cock had already grown back to full size by the time Flame's cock went in my butt. I let out a loud scream as he trust deep, his huge cock felt great, as my orgasms began, I got one of the guys to give me a good sniff of the poppers, and oh boy, I was away.
Flame now pushed harder, each thrust hurt but went in deeper, and deeper, Les was now giving Flame sniff's of the mares scent to really get him going too, Grant was being fucked by one of the dogs now and Andy was too, guys taking turns face fucking us all,
Lewis looked on, now he knew why I could take all his cock, as Flame bottomed out in me, I haven't measured his cock, but I know when my 18 inch dildo goes all the way in, its not as far as he goes in, but it might be because the head on his cock is so big, it feels better too. But I do love the orgasm he gives me now.
Lewis was now fucking my mouth, as Flame reared up, shoting his cum deep inside me, then as he reared up, his cock shot cum over ever one around, Lewis too, as I continued sucking his cock.
When Flame walked off, I told Lewis to fuck my butt again, this time to fuck harder, he did, his cock going in a bit further now, I was opened up fully, he lasted about 15 minutes before he too filled me with cum, much to the plessure of a guy under me who took the full load on his face, when he pulled out.
Grant was now in the frame Patch fucking him hard, was a good sight, Lewis looked a bit surprised, but I said he takes Flame's cock fully too, as I walked over to sit firmly down on two cock, sucking Lewis back to life as I did. Grant had fun, Patch gave him a good fucking, filling his arse with cum, before walking of to rest, I told Lewis to fuck his butt, at first he looked a bit concerned, but I said dont worry it feels just like a woman's arse.
Calling grant over, I inroduced him to Lewis, and told him to bend down ready for him to fuck his cummy arse, Grant never slow, was on his knees and pulling Lewis in, after Patch, Lewis went in easy, and quickly built up speed, fucking him hard and fast, Grant enjoyed his attention and had several good orgasms, I kept my guys busy as I rode them, before telling them to dp me kneeling up, my face inchs away from Grants butt.
Lewis seemed to relax, and his face soon told me he was enjoying fucking Grant, as guys took turns fucking me. A couple of times I moved over Grant's face dropping hot cum on him, after awhile I saw Lewis lick some up too, then Grant rolled him over and rode his cock, the full length going in as he sat down on it, Lewis now seemed to be fully into fucking Grants butt. He kept fucking him for some time, before he took a break, and Grant took on several other guys,
Both Grant and I took on the horse's and dogs again, each time sharing the cum with some one esle, either by sitting over them or them eating us out, but we loved it all.
Whilst I took a few minutes break, I asked Lewis how he felt about tonight, a big smile, told me had had fun. I then said did he enjoy Grant, he looked a bit sheepish and said yes, it was then I knew, saying "He was your first male fuck".
Lewis replied he had never thought about fucking a guy before, but being so horny and with me telling him to, he's glad he did, I told him he was going to finish tonight by blowing in Grants butt.
I sucked Lewis back to full size then took his hand, as we got near Grant, Lewis knew what I was up too, so kneeling down I got Lewis to fuck my arse for awhile as I waited for Grant to finnish with the guys in him.No sooner had they cum in him, then I stood up, moving Lewis over to fuck Grants butt again, then lay under Grant licking his balls and cock, as well as Lewis cock, it was so good watching the huge cock fucking Grant, cum ran out onto my face, I slid one finger into Lewis's butt too, he jumped but didn't move away, so after he got used to that, the second finger went in to, this time he looked down at me, I smiled back and wriggled my fingers in her butt, his cock now so deep in Grants arse I thought Lewis was going to knot with him.
We kept this up for some time, then I saw Lewis ball's swell, and pulse, Grant let out a loud moan as he took Lewis first male anal cum, I love getting guys to try new things, Grant bite my clit and made me orgasm too.
Then as Lewis backed out, I waited, mouth under Grants butt, tongue ready, first I took Lewis cock and sucked him, then went back, licking his cum out of Grant's butt, it was sweet and lots of it too. Then my fist went in, just about to my elbow, cum driping out as I pulled back, then I held Lewis hand, with one firm push his fist went in Grants butt, he looked shocked but with me holding his hand and kissing him, he was now game to try any thing. I let his fist Grant for awhile, then moved around, his other hand went in my arse, as he worked us both, sending us into a nice long orgasm, we let him off some 10 minutes or so.
When I stood up, Lewis kissed me and thanked me for the fun, saying he was keen to meet again, and that he now had more reasons to go to bi orgies.
Les let us sleep over again, as we lay taking, Les asked what time we needed to go home tomorrow,
Not till weve had some fun was our reply. |
Title: 15 FLIP TRIP 16 BREATHE OR SEETHE
Tags: True Story, Boy, Exhibitionism, Non-Erotic, Voyeurism, Young
Introduction:
Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach be my dad, he
Content:
[b]15
FLIP TRIP
After swimming Jeff asks if he can take a shower with Sean. Startled, he firmly replies, “Of course not!”
“Oh, come on!” Jeff pleads.
Jeff’s radiant eyes melt his heart. Realizing he wants to too, “No one can know. Can you keep a secret?”
“What’s the big deal? But, yeah I can keep a tight lid on it.”
Having second thoughts, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah! Now get your bizatch moving,” tough words said in a caring tone.
Taking off his bikini in front of Jeff in his bathroom seemed so different from shedding his clothes at Black’s Beach. It felt so natural there, but so clandestine here. Jeff senses his troubled mind so he hugs Sean and finds words that soothe his soul. In the shower they talk cheerfully. To Sean’s surprise, Jeff makes no effort to touch him or to be touched. He feels relieved, yet disappointed.
After drying himself, Sean lays down on his bed, pondering these events. He almost didn’t realize that Jeff snuggled up next to him. Breaking out of his trance he wryly says, “What are you doing in my bed, Mister? And naked, no less.”
Cleverly, “Anything you want me to.”
“Well, now you’re fishing for love. In the shower you made no effort.”
“No. You didn’t look ready.”
“How can this ten-year old be so sensitive to my needs?” Sean wonders in amazement. He turns toward Jeff, embraces him and kisses him on the cheek.
“Wow! You never did that before, Sean.”
Worried, “Was it OK?”
“OK? No way! Absolutely precious. Thank you.” With these words he climbs on Sean’s stomach, then slowly moves to kiss him on his right cheek, then left cheek, back and forth. As he does so, Sean places his hands on Jeff’s buttocks, then gently massages them.
“This is heaven,” they say simultaneously, then laugh at the coincident.
“Hey, I never squeezed your buns ever.” Jeff spins around like he was stuck to Sean’s stomach, reaches around each hip to his tush. He lies down, resting his head on Sean’s thighs with his chin against his jewels. They squeeze each other’s butt in harmony.
When Jeff gets up he starts chitchatting with Sean’s penis, flapping it around as if he’s being answered. This totally amazes Sean—such spontaneity. He manages to slide his hand in to cup Jeff’s boyhood. But soon Jeff turns again, moving up to straddle Sean’s face: “Now you talk to Junior.”
Laughing uncomfortably, “I don’t know how.”
“Come on now,” flapping his penis against Sean’s nose. Sean turns his head, so Jeff rests his jewels on his cheek.
Abruptly, “Watch out! I might bite them off!”
Jeff jumps off him, almost in tears, “You scared me!”
“That’s a first,” Sean responds as he moves gently to massage Jeff’s jewels.
“Thanks, Sean. That makes me feel a ton better.” They continue to cuddle without thought of time. Their love for each other deepens by the moment. Then the doorbell rings, snapping them back to this universe. Sean quickly gets dressed, instructing Jeff to do the same, and to act like he had just taken a nap, which should come natural at the moment.
Sean answers the door to the beckoning eyes of Rachel. Fortunately he realized it probably would be her when he opened the door. By the time they catch up to Jeff, he had played several computer games. No one had to explain anything. In fact, she praised Sean for his amazing influence in Jeff’s life—less back talk, better grades at school, more friendly, he’s just been so much happier.
16
BREATHE OR SEETHE
“Hi Alex. So you’re the first one here for the game.”
Abruptly, “OK, coach. What’s going on between you and Jeff?”
Startled, but quick to think, “What’s wrong with Jeff?”
Enviously, “Nothing! What’s going on between you and Jeff?”
Gently, “Maybe you better tell me. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Hi Sean. Hi Alex,” arriving teammates say, ending this awkward moment.
Sean goes out of his way to praise Fred and Rick without mentioning their special support for Jeff. They read between the lines, understanding Sean won’t directly approve of their tactics. Sean sees that Jeff had relayed his appreciation effectively. He also senses a bond forming between Fred and himself, which feels especially gratifying.
Sean sees the guy that was staring at Jeff. Privately he points him out to Jeff. “Oh. That’s Fred’s father.”
“No! No way!”
“Yes way.”
“Knowing Fred, I bet his father doesn’t even know he’s staring, and would get real upset and nasty if someone suggested he was.”
“That’s simple. If I catch him looking, I’ll kindly ask him what he’s looking at.”
“You’re brilliant, Jeff!”
In less than ten minutes Jeff executes his brilliance. Totally flustered, Fred’s dad just walks away. But he becomes plagued by that innocent question. Five minutes later he catches himself staring at Jeff’s crotch. This horrifies him. Hastily he leaves the ballfield to his car. He wants to disappear off the face of the earth, but realizes he can’t leave his son. After half an hour he regains his composure and returns to the field.
It looks like the Cubs have met their match. The Padres have a pitcher with a blazing fastball. He pitches three perfect innings, striking out seven. Fortunately there is a three-inning limit. So down 3-0 the Cubs need to launch a comeback. Sean sees confidence waning and calls a team meeting. “Do you want to win?”
Players struggle to say, “Yeah.”
“So far the Padres have been beating us. But now it looks like we are gonna beat ourselves, like others teams have folded to us. As Yogi Berra informed, ‘Ninety percent of the game is half mental.’ People give up because it then doesn’t hurt as much to lose. I hope we can play our hearts out and take a chance that we may lose when we’re at our best. If we play our hearts out and win, that victory will be oh so sweet! What do you say?”
“Let’s do it,” started as a somber response, but turned into a wild chant! Everyone gives each other a high five or chest bump. Apparently this psyches out the new Padres pitcher, who walks the eight and nine batters. Jeff gets up. He pulls back his bunt for ball one. Now the fielders move in for a bunt. Ball two bounces to the side of the catcher. Both runners run. The catcher quickly scurries to the ball, throws to third. The third baseman can’t catch the ball because he’s just getting to the base. The ball goes into the outfield. One runner scores; the other reaches third standing. Seemingly afraid to pitch, ball three is thrown, then ball four. Jeff runs to first and continues full speed to second, daring them to play him at the risk of allowing a run to score. No one was ready for this and Jeff reaches second without a throw. Fielders are seething at each other. The Padres make a pitching change.
The first pitch is a change up. Jose swings before the pitch reaches home. Pitch two is a fastball. Jose swings when the ball is in the catcher’s mitt. Sean sees that Jose is flustered, “No big deal, Jose. Just protect the plate now.” Sean is happy to see Jose get focused well. Pitch three looks a little outside. Jose sticks the bat out, hitting a slow roller too first. Quickly out of the batters box he hightails it too first. The first baseman fields the ball and lunges to tag Jose as he runs by. The umpire calls, “Safe!”
Jeff now is the tying run at third, still no outs. Even though the catcher catches the first pitch to Michael, Jose starts for second. Not daring to throw to second, the catcher fires back to the pitcher. The pitcher fakes to second and fires to third. Jeff dives back into third. The call, “Out!”
Jeff can’t believe they outwitted him. He hangs his head down as he walks back to the dugout. “I’m sorry Sean.”
“What for? You didn’t make any mental mistake. You were ready to score. You took a smart risk that just didn’t work out. You did good. This time they did better, that’s all.”
“Thanks Sean.”
Fred’s father keeps his cool as he realizes how mesmerizing it is to him seeing Jeff’s penis moving around in his uniform as he walks. He refuses to make a link between this and the arousal he experiences.
Michael slashes the 2-2 pitch up the middle, a single and an RBI. Tie score. Karim guesses fast ball on the first pitch, it’s a juicy one, he uppercuts, pulling it deep. The left fielder races to the fence, then watches the ball go over. The two-run homer gives them a 5-3 lead with all five runs in the fourth inning. Karim returns to the mound in the fifth like he was on a mission. One, two, three on nine pitches. He strikes out the side. Solid in the sixth, Karim preserves the 5-3 lead for another victory.
On the way to Sean’s car, Jeff catches Fred’s father staring again, “Why are you looking at me?”
Thankful that Jeff kept it vague in Fred’s presence, “Oh, I just wanted to say you didn’t deserve to be tagged out on that play.” Jeff thanks him, leaving the issue alone. Fred’s surprised that his dad is kind to a sweet boy. Now he feels better about defending Jeff against Paul last week. |
Title: 15 LOVE DOVE LOVE SHOVE
Tags: True Story, Boy / Boy, Humiliation, Male / Female Teens, Romance, Young
Introduction:
Just sit back and enjoy the ride!
Content:
39 HEAL DEAL
"Hi Alex, this is Sean"
Timidly, "Hi Sean."
"Logan's parents agreed to a meeting tonight."
"OK."
"You really don't wanna do this, do you."
"I do, but, well you know."
"There's one stipulation."
"What do you mean?"
"They don't want any touching between you and Logan, not even a handshake."
"Sounds good."
"Oh? OK, enough said."
... Everyone feels uncomfortable with the meeting, yet each realize how important it is. When Alex and Sean arrive, Logan's parents physically tremble but welcome them warmly.
Sadly, "Hi, Alex, I'm sorry."
"Logan, you didn't do anything to me. I'm sorry."
Totally contrite, "I ruined everything. You didn't do anything."
"I pushed you to perform."
"Oh, OK.... I went to a psychiatrist."
"Really!"
"He's actually nice. I can talk about stuff that I can't talk about with anybody else."
"Oh, Sean helps me."
"He wants you to come with me one time."
"Ya think."
"Alex, I miss you so much."
"Me too." Fighting tears, "But I'm really mad at you. I don't even know what you did. I don't wanna know."
"I'm mad at me too. I wanna die. Just zap me."
"Logan, don't say that!"
"But I mean it. The shrink says he has helped every person that came to him with performance anxiety. That helps me keep going." His parents' eyes bulge out with these words, but remain silent.
Alex asks, "What's performance anxiety?"
Logan's eyes light up briefly, "You know."
Alex smiles, "Oh."
Suddenly Logan bursts into tears, "I tried to rape Jeff!"
Even though Alex had imagined worse, this shocks him, "Ouch."
"Yeah, big ouch. I hate myself. I'm just glad Jeff is taking it so well."
"He's not. He's really struggling."
Logan's convinced, "No, he's not."
Alex says nothing but his eyes scream, "Yes he is, stupid!"
Logan screams, "I hate myself," crying uncontrollably.
Sean walks over to Logan, sits beside him, placing a hand on Logan's shoulder, "Jeff swings between hating you and hurting bad." It will take some time to get through all the emotions. But he will get better and become a stronger person than before. And so will you."
"I don't think so. I only see darkness and gloom."
Sean says, "Today you only see darkness."
"I'm afraid to go out and play. I don't want anyone to see me."
"That's so sad. Next baseball season, I plan to pick you on my team. So I expect you to be ready."
Logan smiles and cries at the same time, "I'm a good pitcher, you know."
"Yes, I know. I need you." Sean's words and actions shock Logan's parents. They don't want Logan playing with Jeff and Alex anymore. But they see hope coming back to Logan, making them so appreciative. They begin to see that they have actually encouraged Logan to give up on life.
Alex asks, "Can I come over and play with Logan sometime?"
Logan's parents react with horror that passes. They look at each other and nod. Logan screams, "Alright!"
Then Logan's father shakes Sean's hand, "Thank you so much! We're going into the kitchen so the boys can hug goodbye if they wish."
This surprises everyone. Logan looks timidly at Alex. Alex comes sit beside Logan. "You're gonna make it pal!" They hug, then stand up to hug completely. Alex then kisses Logan on the cheek. Logan's face lights up. "Logan, I'm still mad at you.... But I love you so much."
With happy tears in his eyes, "Alex, I can't love anyone right now. I'm so numb. But I'm gonna get better for you."
40 CLEAN SCENE
"Dad, I'm getting so horny, I'm going crazy."
"That's simple, Jeff. Just jerk off."
"I don't even touch myself when I go to the bathroom anymore."
"Oh, I see."
"I love Maria, but I have absolutely no sexual interest in her anymore."
"That will keep you out of trouble."
"Shut up! ... Sean, I'm sorry.... I don't have any sexual interest in anyone anymore."
With empathy, "This isn't easy."
"No. I feel so dirty. Will you wash me?
"Are you ready?"
"I think so." Jeff goes to put on his oversized bathing suit and steps into the shower.
"Jeff, may I go naked?"
"Yeah."
Jeff stands passively as Sean shampoos his hair, then washes him down to his waist. "Jeff, do I take your bathing suit off or do you?"
"You, please."
Sean gets on his knees and looks up into Jeff's eyes as he slowly pulls the garment off. "Step over your bathing suit, son, so I can start with your feet." Jeff complies. When Sean gets to the top of his legs, "Please move your legs apart so I can wash your testicles ... on to your penis ... and your stomach ... now turn around for you buttocks ... and now for the most important cleansing, your crack."
Jeff trembles.
"I'll wait."
After a moment, Jeff says, "OK, clean me real good."
Sean does so tenderly, yet thoroughly.
"OK, wash my crack again."
Sean cries as he does.
"OK, one more time."
Sean kisses Jeff's back cheeks first. When he finishes washing and rinsing out the suds, he turns Jeff around, hugs him, stands up and hugs him again. "Now you hug me."
With happy tears flowing, he hugs Sean gently.
"Stand here, Mr. Clean. I'll be right back." Sean comes back with a photo of Maria and says, "I'm leaving so you can take care of business."
"I need to pee first. Will you go with me?"
"For sure."
Please hold my pee pee."
Instead, Sean takes Jeff's hand, kisses it, and places it on his penis.
Jeff requests, "Please keep your hand on mine."
"Sure thing."
After successfully relieving himself, "Thanks Sean. Your turn."
"I don't have to go though."
"Just pretend."
"Will do."
Jeff watches intently. then smiles with renewed energy, "Thanks, Sean."
"Here's Maria's picture."
"Thanks. I'm ready now. I'll be OK."
41 BRIGHT LIGHT
Jeff comes downstairs, still naked, smiling radiantly. Sean lights up with delight, "I guess I can have my bathing suit back."
Jeff chuckles, "Yeah, I'm going naked all day!"
"Oh, that's too bad. I thought you might want to spend the day at the Birch Aquarium."
"Alright! Can Maria come too?"
"Sounds good to me."
Jeff quickly works out the planning. Then he approaches Sean, "Dad, if I had tried to like Logan the way he liked me, I don't think he would have tried to force sex on me."
"Trying to like someone shows strength of character. But trying to have sexual feelings for someone, Jeff, well, that's like trying to rape yourself."
"Don't say that word.... OK, that makes sense. Just don't say that word."
"Jeff, I should have known. Sorry. Let's get going now."
"Yes!"
... Maria's not ready when they pick her up. While chatting with Sonya, Jeff anxiously requests, "Maria, shake a leg.... Oh, don't mind me. I'm just eager."
Soon they arrive. Jeff notes, "We have time to see the tide pools before the Scripps divers start." ... Jeff picks up a sea cucumber and hands it to Maria.
"No, Jeff. You hold it. I'll just touch it a little." Maria notices how at ease Jeff is today. This helps her enjoy nature's wonders. "Look at the two-spot octopus."
Jeff gets all cozy with it, "Maria, to bad you're not an octopus. Then we really could cuddle."
Maria slaps his butt smiling. "Then when you tell me to 'shake a leg,' it'd take ten minutes just to decide which one.... No Jeff. Don't do it," as Jeff picks up a hermit crab.
Soon Sean suggests they head for the kelp forest. They arrive just as the divers plunge into the water. Jeff interacts tenderly with Maria as he soaks up everything. They ask Sean a ton of questions too. Next they head to the shark reef exhibit. Sean asks, "Where's your bathing suit, Jeff?
"What for?"
"Aren't you gonna swim with the sharks?"
"Yeah right!" Then he smiles, "Who needs a bathing suit."
Maria chimes in, "Do it my mermaid man."
... When leaving the exhibit, Jeff says, "I'm hungry."
Maria smiles, "Too late now. You didn't go in with the sharks."
Jeff barks.
Sean adds, "We'll just go back to the kelp forest."
"Barf!"
Maria teases, "So you're squeamish about something after all!"
... After wolfing down a hot dog, Jeff's ready for bigger and better things. He and Maria eventually wear Sean out. "Your moms must be worried sick about you. It's really late."
"We still have to do Mars Mayhem."
"OK, Jeff. That's all then, right?"
"I guess so. Otherwise I'll be driving YOU home." |
Title: 15's cousins fucking
Tags: True Story, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity
Introduction:
This is a real story that happened between me and my cousin while my mom was making some changes on our bedroom like switching wardrobes and beds.
Content:
PS: Before start reading keep on mind that English is NOT my first language so I`d like to apologize for any mistakes that I might have made during this story, like not knowing the past of lay.
Well, since we were young we had some sexual attraction, by the age of 4 we started playing “doctor” which consisted on me or she examining mine or her body, and of course, in this case we`re not talking about arms or foot but about dicks, pussies and asses.
She`s my cousin, and she`s my age, 8 days younger than me, perfect for a fucking, by now her tits are at a perfect size, her nipple, which I saw when her breasts jumped off her bikini, are a little dark, it`s sizes matches her breast sizes with a perfect synchronization. For scholar reasons she`s living with me right now, and my mom decided to make a change in our room, she decided to change our wardrobe and our bed for a newer and more beautiful one, no big deal so far. After about 3 days without where to sleep (she was on the sofa and me without a place to sleep) I started to no-life in computer with periodical pauses to go to the kitchen, which invariably makes me through the TV Room, where the sofa is. By one of these days it was really hot in here and she went to bed (sofa) without a shorts, so I could see her panties, and believe me, it was a g-string, and it was very striking because it was green phosphorescent. I went to the kitchen he was using a pillow to cover her ass, I made a sandwich of meat, cheese, butter and some green stuff that I don`t remember, ate it with Coke, when I got back the pillow went down and she was now lying aside, her ass was forming a perfect sculpture, and it was freaking hot. I didn`t think twice, lowered my underwear and started pumping it. Well it was really deep into night and what before you had to pay good attention to listen now it was perfectly audible, the more I pumped the louder it became, so suddenly she changed position, she was lying prone, I couldn`t avoid it, I started doing it stronger, faster, I was getting to the cumming point. Shit, she woke up and caught me, I could feel a freezing feeling coming out my belly and reaching all the other parts of my body, my balls shrank and my cock started going down:
-What the fuck are you doing?
-Lol, nothing just, shit your ass is unbelievable hot
-Come here
I went, she put her hands around my cock, I`ve never had someone`s else hand on my cock before. It was good like shit, much better than mine. She smelled it, and started slowly pumping it, backwards, forwards, backwards, forwards. Oh my, it was good as hell. Backwards again, but no forward this time, she licked my dick`s head really slowly, I could perfectly feel her tongue`s structures. She licked again. Now she had put its head on her lips and slowly opened them and squeezed it just a bit further so her lips could hug my head. While this, her tongue went licking it inside her mouth. God I started thinking on my grandma now, so I wouldn`t cum. She now squeezed it a bit further it was half inside her mouth, she slowly scratched the head with her teeth, I looked at her, she looked at me, I wouldn`t hold it up for much further, so I did it, I took it off her mouth and kissed her, but instead of letting it calm down she put her hand back again around it, and pumped slower than she did originally. She got up and went towards our bedroom, I followed her. She pushed me, and I voluntary fell on the ground, with a certain attention so I wouldn`t make much noise. She turned around and started dancing my dick harder than ever. While dancing with her ass she slowly took off her shirt, and she did the same way with her bra and panties. She stopped and came to me. Her pussy wasn’t hairy nor shaved, it was a mix of both. It was of the same color of her nipples, and it had nothing to do with those porn actresses I saw on porn movies, it was well closed and instead of meat jumping off it, it was just like a fissure. It was my turn; I grabbed her ass and pulled her toward my head, very slowly. As her pussy came closer I could see her fluid coming out her vagina, and the meat that was completely visible on porn actresses pussies on hers were only visible when her pussy was a palm away. As my hands squeezed around her ass, sometimes reaching her pussy and sometimes her anus, her breathing was getting deeper and heavier. Her pussy was unbelievable hot, and it was wet, with a liquid that was a bit gooey. It touched good, really good, while her anus, at least outside, was not that hot but it was rough and also good to play. Her belly was perfect, not a tank belly, but it was in a perfect shape with her body. Now she was close enough, I stretched my tongue towards her pussy; it seemed hotter with my tongue than with my fingers, my hand still on her ass, sometimes pressing it, with a subtle strength, sometimes rubbing it with delicacy. Mother-Nature did it this shape for this reason, it fit my hand perfectly. Her pussy tasted good, I tried some food to explain its taste, and was hard to find out, because it was sweet but at the same time salty and bitter. Outside her pussy was like a finger, but softer, while getting inside it, became a mix of rough and plain, the taste of the outside also became stronger, and at this time she was groaning, and her breathing wasn`t deep, it was heavy and fast, her belly was close enough my head so when she breath it gently touched it. Now my dick was completely flaccid but also fully stretched, she noticed it and turned around and we started 69`ing. The feel of her head on my leg made it alive again, I stopped licking to feel her touch on my cock, she grabbed it with one hand, pumped it backwards, stretched her tongue, and slowly put it in her mouth. My dick was on its upper bonner, once I let some tension accumulated I`d cum. I pulled her off me and dominated her like a judoka does on a fight. I grabbed her legs and spread them apart; her pussy was completely visible and was slightly red, and fully wet. I gently aimed at it, and slowly pushed it deeper. The mix of rough and plain on my dicks head got me crazy, it was hotter inside, and also wetter. It was slowly squeezing deeper, not a surprise, it didn`t bleed, she had masturbated herself lots of times, and once I caught her but I was too shy to do something, and also, once, I found a considerable amount of blood on my sheets. Once it was completely in and I started moving myself I could realize it was much much better than pumping, it not only hugged my whole dick, but it was also hot and wet, and oh my I was going to cum. I told her I couldn`t hold it more, she kissed me intensely while removing my dick of her vagina. She pushed me and mounted on, without penetration, she lay on me and kissed my neck, she knew I loved it, my dick was bending towards me, embedding between her buttocks, I started movie it up and down, like masturbating myself on her ass, she was now kissing me. She got off me and said get up. So I did, she got on her knees and started sucking my cock and was also pumping it. I started to groan very loud she knew I was going to cum, she stopped sucking it and was now only holding it with her lips, her mouth was mid opened, enough to let something pass but not my dick. She started pumping faster and faster, she was looking at my face, that feeling was coming through my dick, it got all hot, I did everything to not cum, thought on pizza, my grandma, but it was inevitable. I cummed, and she wasn`t surprised, all my load into her mouth, and she was still looking at me, she moved it a bit away, and started playing with my cum on her mouth, letting it leak out her mouth and drain through her chin, she got my dicks head, and caught the cum that drained out with my dicks head that was still hard, she swallowed the amount that was in her mouth and put my dick back into it, licking my head to clean off the cum that was on it, she lay down with her legs spread apart and I started licking her, she would cum fast, in 2 minutes I thought. It actually took a bit less, as soon as she cummed I went toward her and kissed her, the taste of our cums mixed. I was exhausted, I got off her, dressed my underwear and t-shirt, closed my eyes and slept.
By X-Ray_man |
Title: 15 yo gay orgy bondage
Tags: True Story, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Boy, Boy / Boy, Cum Swallowing, Gay, Group Sex, Oral Sex
Introduction:
the story is about me and my friends having gay sex orgy and bondage (true story)
Content:
One day we were at the gym me avren and jhon . Avren was 15 year old boy who was handsome . Had the perfect hands to give handjobs and perfect mouth for blowjobs he had a 7" inch cock ! And always rubbed his bulge over his sweat pants that he always wore . Jhon was normal 15 year old kid but had an incredibly long and thick cock almost 10"inches . So after the gym jhon invited us to go to his house we agreed and went to his house. We played X-box for 1 or 2 hours then jhon got to his room and got undressed and wore only boxers and came towards us ohh there was a huuuuugeee thing hidden in that boxers I could see his huge bulge . I couldn't get my eyes off his boxers and then jhon said that we should group masturbate I agreed avren as well agreed we got undressed we were wearing only boxers jhon was hard and avren was semi-hard me too I was hard I thought that I could be bisexualand jhon and avren could be gay so we started rubbing ourselves then we got off our boxers ohh a huuugge 10" inch cock was just in front of me and beside it there was avren the most handsome guy that was made for gay sex . Then jhon said to me if he could touch my 7"inch dick I was okay with that but ill will touch his too so we touched each other oooh I grabbed that 10" cock it was actually in my hand and started stroking it he to started to stroke mine avren was just admiring at us and masturbating he started moaning me to I started moaning then he stopped but I continued then I could feel something sucking my dick ohh jhon was giving me a blowjob I couldn't believe my eye and then avren said my turn and started to suck jhon's cock . We all moaned oh cz it felt sooo goood and soo right so we took an orgy position everybody was sucking each other I was sucking jhons huuuge cock and avren was sucking mine and jhon suck avrens ohh avrens mouth all humid was sucking my cock he was turning his tongue in circular motion on my dicks head ohh and his smoooooth hands were playing with my balls ooh damn I was waiting this a looooong time avren was giving my a blowjob and I had a 10" cock in my mouth and jhon was moaning soo hard and 2 seconds later he exploded his load of cum in my mouth I couldn't resist either and exploded my load in avrens mouth avren swallowed it so I did to it smelt bad but had a great sweat and sour taste. Jhon slept on the bad on his belly and avren jumped over him and started to ass-fuck him I couldn't resist so I jumped over avren and ass-fucked him too . They were heavily breathing but they enjoyed it ! . Then we got turn by turn the first was avren so jhon gave him a blowjob and a handjob then I gave hima a blowjob ohhh his cock was well shaped and had a great smell ohh it felt good to have a dick in my mouth and played with his huge balls at the same time . Then I gave hima a handjob. Then it was my turn . Jhon. First gave me a handjob . And he entered my dick to his mouth ohh it felt good but I wanted to avren to suck it I loved that guy more and was made for blowjobs then was avrens turn to give me a handjob and blowjob . Ohh he bent on his knees and started sucking my cock like a pro could do oohh I said that I was going to cum and then there was a full load in avrens mouth ohh he was gooood then after swallowing all the cum he started to give me a handjob oohh his smoooth hands were on my dick and one hand was playing with my balls ohh it felt sooo good. Then it was up to jhon I gave him a blowjob he won't forget ! He was moaning all the time but avren was a pro and made him explode ! Oh no one could deny a blowjob from avren !! Than we started to stroke each other . Then me and jhon talked with each other without avren and decided to catch avren and bondage him . So we cought him I tied his arms to the barfix (which was on the door) and his legs far apart from eachother and attached it to the doors then it was teasing time . I squeezed avrens breasts and slapt his ass 10 time it was red now then I started playing with his balls while jhon was slaping him . Then I resqueezed his breats and started licking them ohh it felt so good (I don't know y but avren had a breast like a girl that is at the first step of developing breasts) . Then I made avren to suck my cock and I sucked his and smacked him at the belly (it was jelly). I started squeezing his breast and mouth-kissing him ohh it felt so gooood and my cock was rubbing over his cock ohh jhon kept slaping him at the ass now waqs the time jhon penetrated his huge cock into avrens ass as he moaned I squeezed his breasts and played with his balls . It was one heck of a day we did this once or twice and it just felt right.hope you got an hard on ;) .
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Title: 16Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
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Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Sixteen: "... on a very special episode of..."
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Sixteen Summary: Prepare to shout "IT'S ABOUT TIME!" or "IT TOOK THEM LONG ENOUGH!"
Try as she might, Hermione wasn't able to get a third rise out of 'Harry, Jr.'. And boy, did she try; the witch worked on the flaccid organ with her usual determination until her tongue got slightly numb. Harry was ready for yet another go about forty five minutes later, but seeing that Hermione's tongue was a little sore they weren't able to do it. So the two lovers postponed the "Let's beat Ron's record" for another day. But Harry wasn't one to let a moment like this pass him by, so he ravished his girlfriend until his tongue got numb as well. Of course he used his love-core to boost his Parsletongue magic to do so... not that Hermione complained. Unless you'd consider the pleasurable gurgling noises she made before she passed out a complaint.
Harry laid next to Hermione on the couch while she slept and silently congratulated himself on how well he had satisfied her. After a while of just watching his girlfriend sleep peacefully, Harry got a little bored and he played with her boobs a bit. Mind you he didn't molest her or anything; he just squashed them together and imagined what it would look like to have his penis in between them. Her wonderful breasts weren't as large as Luna's - which Harry was happy about, Luna's tits were too damned big - but Harry reckoned that his girlfriend's boob were large enough to wedge 'Harry, Jr.' in between. Of course, he doubted that she would ever agree to such an activity. Harry decided to put that little fantasy away with the "Hello Kitty" lingerie as something that he'd never bring up to Hermione.
Early the next morning, Hedwig returned from delivering the altered Magic of Making Love to Remus and Tonks. Harry made a silent prayer that Remus wouldn't suspect that it was a tampered copy and would fall for his and Hermione's trap.
*
Harry's prayer was answered a little after supper that night, when the flames in the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room turned green and Tonks' face magically appeared. Just one look at Tonks and Harry could tell that she was a little haggard. Her hair was very messy and tossed this way and that. It was obvious that she had been sweating profusely. In other words; she looked like she had been shagged rotten.
"Hey you two, am I interrupting?" Tonks asked with a weary quaver in her voice. Harry noted that she didn't use her trademark greeting of "Whotcher."
"No, not really," Harry said, trying desperately to fight the smile that was threatening to split his face open. If he guessed right, Remus and Tonks were stuck in a compromising position as they spoke. "Are you okay, Tonks? You sound a little... /spent/."
Hermione suddenly became very interested in the book that she was reading; she held it very close to her face. Of course she was really trying to hide her snicker caused by Harry's "spent" comment.
"Um... no, I'm fine..." Tonks said with a hint of suspicion in her voice.
Harry was having a great amount of difficulty concealing his joy over the obviously successful prank. In his mind's eye, he could see Remus and Tonks in an awkward position, literally stuck together at the bits. Harry reckoned that the two lovers would have to be in the doggie-style position (or 'wolfie-style' in honor of Remus' lycanthrope condition) and that Remus was standing behind Tonks while she was on all fours with her head in the fireplace.
"Would you two mind sending over the original book you copied for us?" Tonks asked.
Apparently, Hermione had had enough and let out a tremendous belly laugh, sending Harry over the edge as well. In a fit of hysterics, Harry collapsed into his girlfriend's lap and sniggered at Tonks.
"Oh, you cheeky bastards!" Tonks yelled.
"It worked!" Hermione cried out triumphantly.
"Just send the effing book over here!" Tonks commanded.
"But Tonks, if we send it with Hedwig, it might take hours to get there," Harry pointed out with tears of amusement rolling down his face. "You don't want to be stuck like that for hours, now do you?"
After a moment where Tonks just scowled at the teens, she gave in. "Fine, floo over here and give us the book," she said in a defeated way.
"We can receive fire-calls here, but we can't travel through this fireplace," stated Hermione. "We'll have to floo from the Headmistress' office, so give us a few minutes."
"Fine," Tonks grumbled irritably. "That'll give us to time to make ourselves more presentable."
And with a pop, Tonks' face disappeared and the flames turned red once more. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and was about to make a mad dash to the Headmistress' office; he didn't want to give Remus and Tonks too much time to cover themselves. If they could hurry, he might be able to embarrass them even more if he and Hermione could come stumbling out of the floo while Remus and Tonks were still in an exposed position. But Hermione tugged him back down and pulled out her wand. She placed one of the throw cushions from the couch on the table in front of them and tapped it with her wand while she incanted; "Portus." Apparently, Hermione wanted to catch Remus and Tonks much like Harry had, but her way was much quicker.
After Harry and Hermione touched the cushion, they were transported to Remus' cottage - where Harry crashed to the floor as usual. Unfortunately, Remus and Tonks were too fast for them and had somewhat hidden already.
Remus was sitting at the kitchen table, though Harry could tell that the table had been magically altered. It was much larger than the last time he saw it; the table used to be of a normal height and could sit two people comfortably. But now it had obviously been transfigured and was so tall that it covered most of Remus' chest and was wide enough to seat six people. It was also large enough for a grown witch to hide under.
"Hello you two," Remus greeted them as if nothing was unusual. "You got here quick."
Harry was amazed at Remus' cool poise; the werewolf was sitting calmly at the table and if Harry didn't know any better, he'd assume that nothing was out of the ordinary. Of course Harry couldn't completely see Remus' lower half of his body because of the oversized tablecloth obscuring his view, but it was obvious that Remus was sitting in a very uncomfortable way; the former DADA instructor appeared to be sitting on the very front edge of his chair and Harry could see Remus' feet sticking out on either side of the table which meant that he had his feet placed very far apart. It was clear that Tonks was under the table and was wedged between Remus' legs.
"Cut the bloody formality," a peeved Tonks cursed from somewhere beneath the table. "My legs are asleep."
Biting back his laughter, Harry waved his wand in Remus and Tonks' direction and incanted; "/Conquiesco// Fessus!"/ A painful sounding thud from under the table told Harry that he had successfully ended the ritual and that Tonks had fallen. Relief was apparent on Remus' face.
"Very funny, you two," complimented Remus who was smiling either at a well played out practical joke or the fact that his lover was no longer glued to his bits.
"Oh yeah, freaking hilarious," Tonks said from her hiding place mirthlessly.
Remus, Harry, and Hermione all laughed with each other while Harry imagined that Tonks was trying to rub some feeling back into her sleeping legs.
"But this is far from over," Remus warned and suddenly became serious. It was like someone had flicked a switch and Harry and Hermione stopped laughing. "The pranks I pulled on you were just the tip of the iceberg. You two will know true humiliation before I'm done."
Harry felt very cold. What would Remus do to them? Would it be horrific? An image popped in Harry's mind of a gender switching prank where he would be called "Harriett" or "Harri" (note the "i" instead of "y") for short and Hermione would be called "Herman." The raven haired wizard gulped in fear.
"Okay, off with you two," Remus said with a cheeriness to his voice. "Enjoy yourselves... while you can."
*
After Harry and Hermione took their Portkey cushion back to the Gryffindor Common Room, they rushed to the Library and studied as many Detection Charms and Wards as they could. They vowed that they would check every bit of food they ate and every post they received for any hexes or charms that Remus might have put on them.
*
The day after they met with Remus and Tonks (or rather the day after they pulled a prank on the older couple and Remus threatened them), Harry grew concerned over Ron and Luna's long absence. He had not seen or heard from either one since Gin-Gin's birthday. So Harry decided to use the floo to contact Mrs. Weasley at the Burrow.
After the flames in the fireplace turned green, Harry stuck his head into them and called out the destination; "The Burrow." His head spun and spun until he saw the familiar sights of the Weasley kitchen.
"Mrs. Weasley?" Harry called out. "Hello, anyone there?"
A moment later, a not very jolly looking Mrs. Weasley walked into view. In fact, she looked like she was alternating between crying hysterically and screaming in rage.
"Hello Harry," she said somewhat coolly. Normally, when Mrs. Weasley greeted Harry, her voice was usually warm and kind. This new tone made Harry a little worried.
"Um, is everything okay, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"I'm still upset with my youngest son," she said. The anger in her voice was barely contained. "When you and Hermione set Ron up with Luna, I know you two had only Ron's best interest in mind. But there are procedures we must follow."
"What kind of procedures?"
"I really can't blame you and Hermione," Molly stated. "You two grew up in the Muggle world, and it's such an old custom. You couldn't possibly know about it."
"What custom, ma'am?"
"It just infuriates me!" the Weasley matriarch growled, ignoring Harry's question. "Both Ron and Luna should've remembered! They had no excuse! They had this coming to them, I can tell you," Mrs. Weasley continued grumbling under her breath and walked out of Harry's view. He could still hear her seconds later mumbling for a moment; "Silly teenagers, never thinking about what could happen," then shouting at Ron as if he was standing right there in front of her; "I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THAT, YOUNG MAN!"
Harry pulled his head out of the floo realizing that Mrs. Weasley was still too upset and wouldn't give him any information about Ron.
*
This was it; tomorrow was the day that Harry would make love to Hermione! The potion needed for the ritual would be complete and then Harry would have real sex! The idea of losing his virginity was a dream ever since hairs started sprouting out in 'Harry, Jr.' s attic. Added to his puberty-long dream of sex, he was going to sleep with the most wonderful witch in the whole wide world!
Of course he was too nervous to bring up his excitement to Hermione. They spent the evening before the ritual sitting on the couch in silence. One look at Hermione told Harry that she was as anxious as he was. After an awkward goodnight kiss, Harry and Hermione went to their separate rooms for the night.
Of course Harry couldn't sleep. No, he was far too nervous for that. He found himself lying in his bed staring at the clock on his dresser; counting the minutes. 'Soon,' he told himself, /'it will be tomorrow'/. And the moment the minute and hour hands touched the number twelve, Harry jumped out of bed and he started to bolt to the door. But then he regained his senses; it didn't matter if technically it was a new day. What was he going to do; run down to the Common Room and shout up the stairs leading up to Hermione's room and shout /"It's tomorrow, Hermione, let's get cracking!"/? No, that was just pathetic and sad.
Harry forced himself to lie back down and wait for the morning. He looked at the clock and saw that it was already 12:01; that meant that morning was just a few short hours away! In no time, he'd be making love to his girlfriend. He reasoned that if he actually fell asleep, those few short hours would just fly past.
So Harry closed his eyes and waited for sleep... and waited. After what felt like nearly an hour of tossing and turning, Harry rolled onto his back and stared at the canopy covering his bed. He tried to calm himself; he figured that he couldn't sleep because he was too nervous about the ritual and so he pushed the thought of he and Hermione giving each other their virginity out of his mind. Unfortunately, this led to Harry thinking of his performance.
Would he have the same problem he had when he had first thought that he was going to sleep with Hermione? 'Flaccid organ' was such a dreadful phrase to Harry at that moment.
Or perhaps he'd get too excited and finish before the ritual even started, like he had after Ginny's party. Harry imagined himself cumming in his boxers again when Hermione wasn't even ready to start.
Or worst yet; would he suffer from both of these situations at the same time? Harry imagined that he would suffer from a panic attack where 'Harry, Jr.' would hide under its overcoat and spit out the contents of his baggage in a defensive action, much like how a baby vulture would vomit on its attackers.
Harry took a calming breath and tried to reassure himself; it was just nerves. He reckoned that once the moment came, he'd do just fine. And seeing that he had spent what felt like hours and hours berating himself over his performance, that moment would be just an hour or two away. Harry turned and saw that the clock was now reading 12:14.
This was going to be a long night.
*
Harry ended up having a horrible night. He'd finally fell asleep at a quarter of three, but was plagued by a bothersome dream. It was very similar to a dream he had a few weeks before where he was reading a book on lighthouses on the shore by the sea. But in this most recent dream, the book only contained pictures of lighthouses that had crumbled to rubble and the sea had dried up. What was even more bothersome was that he dreamt Hermione was criticizing everything he did. According to dream-Hermione's comments, Harry couldn't even turn the pages in the book properly.
"No Harry!" dream-Hermione snapped. "You're doing it all wrong! You'll never finish it if you can't turn the pages! I guess I'll have to let you start and finish it myself after you're done! And here I was hoping you'd be good enough, this just proves that I'll always have to finish it myself. Or maybe ask Dobby for help."
/ /But Harry's worries over that silly dream vanished the moment he entered the Common Room to see the most wonderful vision he had ever seen; a smiling Hermione holding a vial of red liquid - mind you it would've been an even better vision if Hermione was naked instead of wearing some slacks and a blouse like she was, but Harry still liked it.
"Are you ready?" Hermione asked.
And Harry responded by squeaking, "Yes."
"So am I," agreed Hermione, although she didn't squeak. "Let me just go over some Anti-Conception Charms."
Hermione sat down on the couch and flipped open The Magic of Making Love to one of the pages near the end and quickly read.
"I read up on these before I started brewing this potion," she said. "But it doesn't hurt to be on the safe side. I love you, Harry, and I do want your children... but not right now."
"Definitely," Harry echoed.
Hermione paused and her eyes bulged.
"What's wrong?" asked Harry.
"There's a warning printed in the fine print under the list of Anti-Conception Charms," she stated. There was a hint of panic in her voice and Harry was instantly worried that she would tell him that they would have to wait another week for the charms to work. He had a very difficult last few hours; he doubted that he could last another week. "It states:" Hermione began to read aloud, "/'If, for some reason you feel compelled to combine The Sticky Widget and Stamina rituals, you will have performed the Prewett Ritual as well - see page 769. This obscure combination of rituals make any and all Anti-Conception Charms moot.'"/
/"What is this /'Prewett Ritual' and why would the charms be /'moot'/?" Harry asked with dread. As Hermione thumbed through the book looking for the Prewett Ritual, Harry wondered what he and Hermione had done to Remus and Tonks. He had simply wanted to prank them, and now he was concerned that something bad had happened.
"Here it is," announced Hermione and started to read the passage aloud. "'The Prewett Ritual - named after Guinevere and Sebastian Prewett who were the first to accidentally perform this ritual back in 1784 - can also be created as a byproduct of combining two other rituals, The Sticky Widget and Stamina Rituals. This ritual causes several things to occur. Firstly, the wizard's healthy sperm output is increased nearly one hundredfold.'"
/ /Harry was about to breathe a sigh of relief; he could live with the consequences of tricking Remus and Tonks into performing this Prewett Ritual if all that happened was that Remus came a lot, but he stopped short when Hermione continued to read.
"'Next the witch's reproductive cycle is magically altered so that she is...'" Hermione paused in her reading and became very pale. "'... so that she is ovulating.'"
"W-what?" Harry stammered.
"'Even if the witch is in the middle of her menstrual cycle, the ritual will cause her eggs to receive the wizard's sperm,'" Hermione continued to read. Her voice grew weaker with each word. "'Another aspect of the ritual is that it negates any and all contraceptives and anti-conception methods including all Muggle methods as well. This side-effect will insure that the witch will become pregnant. In other words; do NOT perform this ritual unless you wish to become a parent.'"
/ /"Whoops," Harry muttered.
"'Fourthly," Hermione continued yet again.
Harry was about to scream "THERE'S A 'FOURTHLY?" but her recital of the passage cut him off.
"'The Prewett Ritual will accelerate the growth of the fetus by five times, cutting the time of pregnancy down to fifty to sixty days. Note, once the baby is born, the ritual is completed. The new born baby will then grow at a normal rate."
/ /"So what does that means?" Harry asked on the edge of shock.
"Tonks and Remus accidentally performed the ritual three days ago," explained Hermione in a monotone, apparently, she too was nearly in shock. "It means that she's been pregnant for the equivalent of two weeks of a normal term. And that she'll give birth in another seven to eight weeks - give or take a few days."
"Whoops," Harry repeated. His simple prank of having Remus and Tonks being stuck in an awkward predicament had just escalated into a life altering event. To Harry's recollection, Tonks and Remus had only been officially dating for a few months, and now the two were going to have a baby in two months. Would this be a happy thing for the older couple? Or would it be considered traumatic and lead to them being torn apart?
"We have to tell them," Hermione commanded and Harry agreed. Harry and Hermione, who had the special book clutched in her arms, dashed to the Headmistress' office and Harry was the first one through the floo. He crashed onto the floor of Remus' kitchen. Before he could get up, Hermione landed roughly on him.
"You know it's rude not to ask if you can floo into somebody's house," Tonks informed the two teens as she sipped on a mug of coffee. Remus was busy reading the morning edition of the Daily Prophet and he nodded his head in greeting to Harry and Hermione.
"Is that regular or decaffeinated?" asked Harry indicating the coffee while he got to his feet.
"Regular," the pink haired Auror replied.
"You'd better switch," Harry muttered and he helped Hermione to her feet.
"Why?" Tonks asked.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, both silently asking each other who should explain the situation to Remus and Tonks. And the two came to a decision on who that should be. You see, Harry was very brave and he reckoned that he should be the one. But Hermione was brave as well, and more to the point; she had a way with words. Meaning that she could calmly explain what happened and ease the older couple into the news. Whereas Harry would blurt out "You're pregnant. Sorry about that."
"We have something very important to tell you," Hermione said gravely.
Obviously picking up on the brunette witch's tone, Remus folded his paper and suggested, "Let's go to the parlor then."
The two couples walked to the adjoining room where Remus and Tonks sat on the couch. Harry and Hermione stood in front of them much like criminals who were just proven guilty had to stand in front of the magistrate as they waited for their sentence.
"You remember that prank we pulled on you?" Hermione began.
"Of course we do," Tonks responded. "I'm still sore."
"Well, there's a problem," Hermione stated while wringing her hands.
"What kind of problem?" Remus asked calmly.
"Well, our prank had you unknowingly mix two rituals. But when they're combined a third ritual is performed that we didn't know about," admitted Hermione.
"Are we in danger?" Remus asked, who was still calm.
Hermione looked at Harry for support. Seeing that Harry didn't think being pregnant was "dangerous" per say, he answered, "No."
Remus and Tonks sighed. It was evident that they both were worried that the teens were going to tell them something along the lines of "you have two days to live."
"All right then, what's this third ritual do?" Remus asked and sat back in his chair and looked very calm as if he was listening to Hermione give a school report.
"It's called the 'Prewett Ritual' and it causes the wizard to produce a hundred times the amount of sperm he usually does," explained Hermione.
"That would explain why you were so messy," Tonks playfully chided her lover.
"And it makes the witch ovulate," continued Hermione.
"I might worry about that if I hadn't placed half a dozen charms on me before we did it," Tonks said with a smile.
"But the ritual overrides all charms and methods," Hermione countered.
"Ri-i-ight," Tonks mocked.
"It does," argued Hermione.
"I'll admit that it was a good prank you two pulled," Remus stated with a happy little smile. "But this is a little juvenile. I expected something more from you two besides 'You're pregnant.'"
/ /"This isn't a prank," Harry urged. He pulled the book from Hermione's arms and opened it to the page containing the Prewett ritual and handed it to Remus. "Look for yourself."
"And how do I know that you didn't alter this book like you did with the copy you gave us earlier?" a still smiling Remus asked. It was clear that he thought that he had caught and sidestepped Harry and Hermione's latest practical joke.
"But we're not joking!" Hermione pleaded with tears in her eyes. "It causes the fetus to grow rapidly and you'll give birth in two months!"
"Okay fine," Tonks said pulling out her wand. "I'll end this joke with a Pregnancy Check Charm."
The Auror wave her wand over her belly and incanted "Concepito Disquisitio."
A whitish haze appeared over her stomach.
"In a few seconds, it'll change color depending on whether I'm pregnant or not," Tonks explained. "If it turns red, which I'm sure it will because this is a weak prank, I'm not with child," she said humorously. "But if it turns green, well then I'll need a baby shower, won't I?"
It was clear by her tone that Tonks was not taking Harry and Hermione seriously.
"And where did you learn that little charm?" Remus asked in a fake disapproving manner.
"I had a near miss back in my seventh year at Hogwarts," admitted Tonks. "You should've seen the look on my boyfriend's face when I told him I thought I was preg-"
Any further remarks Tonks wanted to make were cut short when the whitish haze turned a rich green color.
"I'm pregnant," stated Tonks much like someone would state an obvious thing such as/ "water is wet."/
/"Yes, you are," confirmed Hermione. Harry was a little worried over the Auror's reaction. It was evident that the revelation of her pregnancy hadn't penetrated her mind; as if the phrase "I'm pregnant"/ held no real meaning to Tonks.
Remus was still smiling like it was a practical joke.
"I'm pregnant," repeated Tonks. However, her tone wasn't lifeless as before. No, her voice was full of panic and doubt. Tears of fear and trepidation shined in her dark eyes.
"Um, yes," Hermione reasserted apprehensively.
Remus was smiling as before, but this time, he was pitching backwards. His head hit the cushions of the couch and he fainted... while still smiling mind you.
"I'm pregnant," the Auror nearly shouted; her voice full of anger and her face twisted in rage.
"Y-y-yes," stammered Hermione with fear. Harry was genuinely concerned with Tonks' rapid and extreme emotional mood changes. The first time she said the phrase, she was emotionless, as if it had not sunk in. The second time she uttered the phrase, it appeared that being pregnant was a horrible thing that should be feared. But her most recent reaction put Harry on high alert. Tonks really didn't like the idea of being with child. In fact, it looked like she hated it and was in a rage. A rage she was going to take out on he and Hermione just because they had been the ones who had brought her the bad news.
Harry moved to pull his wand out; he was intending to Stun Tonks for both her sake - such an outburst of rage couldn't be good for the baby - and for his and Hermione's. But the moment his fingers touched his holly wand, Tonks said the phrase again.
"I'm pregnant," she said with tears cascading down her face. But this time, the tears were not caused by doubt or even anger, but pure joy. The biggest smile Harry had ever seen on Tonks spread across her face and her cheeks glowed with happiness. The pink haired witch's smile combined with her glow made her incredibly beautiful in Harry's eyes. He found himself dreaming of making Hermione that beautifully happy one day. Tonks lovingly held her belly in her hands and sobbed with joy.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked. It was apparent by her voice that Hermione was uncertain whether or not Tonks would have another mood swing.
"Yes, I'm perfect," Tonks hiccupped and great globs of tears fell from her eyes. It was at this point that Remus regained consciousness. The Marauder stood on unsteady knees. Tonks turned to her lover and joyously heralded "We're going to have a baby!"
Remus placed his hands on Tonks' belly along with hers and he started to cry as well. Harry blinked and he noticed that he too was starting to cry out of happiness for his friends.
Hermione rushed to Remus and Tonks and threw her arms around them and joyously proclaimed; "I'm so happy for you two."
Tonks returned the hug and said; "You kids better take off," she paused to wipe her tears that were still streaming. "'Cus I'm gonna fuck this old wolf silly in about two seconds and I'm not like you lot; I don't want an audience while we're going to try to make twins."
With the prospect of a mind-blowing shag, Remus ushered Harry and Hermione to fireplace politely but rather quickly. The werewolf threw some floo powder in the fire and Hermione stepped in. She announced /"Hogwarts; Headmistress' Office" /and disappeared. Harry quickly followed her. But as he spun out of Remus' fireplace he heard joyous giggles coming from the cottage and Harry could have sworn he heard Remus and Tonks' clothing being discarded in a very quick fashion. When Harry fell out of the Headmistress' fireplace, he turned to Hermione and asked; "They can't make twins that way can they?"
"No," she said while dabbing the tears from her eyes. "Tonks was just kidding about making twins. I hope. But I don't think she was kidding about the silly shag."
Hermione helped Harry to stand and whispered in his ear: "Speaking of shagging, let's make love."
It was at that precise moment that 'Harry, Jr.' sprang to life. His penis instantly swelled to its full erect state in eager anticipation. Harry was more than willing to do it right then and there and a naughty idea occurred to him.
"Do you want to do it here?" he asked with a wicked grin.
Hermione returned the grin and it was obvious that naughty-Hermione was very keen on the idea of making love in the Headmistress' office.
But before Hermione could respond in the positive, a stern voice answered for her.
"I would advise against fornicating in my office," Professor McGonagall stated firmly.
"Oh Professor, we didn't see you," Hermione said in a very embarrassed tone.
"Obviously," the Headmistress said simply.
For a full twenty seconds no one moved or talked. Harry and Hermione stood in front of McGonagall nervously as she eyed them. It seemed to him that McGonagall didn't officially approve of the idea of Harry and Hermione having sex, but that she also didn't disapprove either. So he felt that the Headmistress was giving her silent approval to go ahead and shag... just not in her office. Harry took Hermione's hand and led her slowly out of the office. After he closed the door behind him, he heard Dumbledore's painting comment, "Ah, young love."
The two lovers walked briskly back to the Common Room. Harry felt like sprinting there so that he and Hermione could make love all the sooner, but he realized that it would seem desperate. That and he reckoned that he'd be too winded to perform.
Harry became very excited as he saw the portrait of the Fat Lady come into view. In just a few short minutes, he and Hermione would share each other's virginity.
But as in all things in life - seemingly more often in Harry's life than most others - things don't always go as planned.
With a loud crack, a small creature wearing a ridiculously large sombrero appeared between the two teen lovers and the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Hola! Como esta?" Dobby heralded. The little house-elf promptly pitched forward and fell flat on his face due to the weight of the sombrero that he was wearing.
Harry was sorely tempted to just wave "hello" to Dobby as he stepped over the house-elf while heading to the Common Room so he could have sex. Despite how much he wanted to make love to Hermione, he couldn't just ignore Dobby. Harry cursed his well mannered nature.
With a grunt, Harry hoisted Dobby to his feet.
"We's be -" Dobby began but fell once again. The hat was rather large; Harry reckoned that if he wore the large hat that he'd hurt his neck because of the sheer weight of it. Hermione helped the house elf up this time and Harry placed one of his hands under Dobby's arm to support him.
"We's be back!" Dobby cheered. Harry shared a worried look with Hermione and he knew she was thinking the same thing he was; now that the house-elves were back, the little creatures would try to put a damper on their activities.
"We's done telling every house-elfs in the world," Dobby continued. "But we's not finding Kreacher"
With a desperate gleam in her eye, Hermione suggested; "Well, take every elf and go tell him then." It was desperate, because Harry knew that it would take the house-elves less than five minutes to Apparate to wherever Kreacher was, tell him, and return. Harry doubted that they could have sex in that short amount of time. Then he did a quick calculation in his head; if he and Hermione ran into the Common Room, bolted up the stairs while tearing off each other's clothes, hopped into bed and if they were quick at the act, it just might work. Of course if he were Ron, he'd have no problem finishing before the house-elves returned seeing that he lasted around two minutes according to Luna.
"Oh, no's, we's can't be finding Kreacher because Kreacher can't be's found," informed Dobby.
"He must be somewhere under the Fidelius Charm," offered Hermione.
"Is Dobby interrupting something, Harry Potter sir and Great One?" Dobby asked hesitantly.
"It's nothing," Hermione began and the house-elf's eyes bulged - well, even more than they usually do. Harry followed Dobby's eyes and saw that the little creature was staring directly at the bulge caused by an erect 'Harry, Jr.'. Apparently, Harry's organ had been hard ever since he offered to perform the ritual in McGonagall's office.
"Oh, Dobby is being sorry," Dobby said while blushing. "You's two is being /busy/," he said the word "busy" much like a six year old would say a naughty word; soft and under his breath. "Dobby will distract the others."
"Thanks Dobby," Hermione said with a smile. Harry thought that Dobby was a true friend.
The house-elf disappeared and the two rushed into the Common Room.
"Your room," ordered Hermione and Harry led the way. He ran up the stairs while Hermione followed.
Once they got in the room, Harry spun around with his eyes closed and kissed his girlfriend passionately. He moaned while his lips traced her wrinkly skin... then it hit him; Hermione didn't have wrinkly skin.
"Ah, Harry," Hermione said nervously.
Harry opened his eyes to find that he was passionately kissing the cheek of a fairly old house-elf. The old house-elf was standing on the shoulders of another house-elf. Apparently, Dobby's distraction hadn't worked.
"Gah!" Harry grunted as he recoiled. The two elves gave Harry the evil eye.
"We's knows what you's been doing!" the elf on the bottom scolded.
"You's trick us house-elves," the old one added with a hiss. "You's just tells us to go spread the word just so's that you's two could do nasty things together."
"Piss off!" Harry growled at them. His patience was wearing thin. These house-elves were impeding on his sex-time. The sooner these two house-elves left, the sooner he could make love to Hermione.
"No's," the old one said defiantly.
Hermione commanded: "Leave us alone!"
"Fabbie sorry, Oh Great One," the old one, apparently Fabbie, said rebelliously. "We's be here to be protecting the Great One's virtue!"
"But the Great One doesn't want her virtue any more," Hermione argued. It was strange for Harry to see her refer to herself in the third person.
"No, we's knows what's best," Fabbie stated confidently. "We's not be like the heathens who says the Great One can be making fun times with The One of the Mark."
Harry wondered briefly if it was even possible to make love to Hermione while these two house-elves physically blocked them from touching each other. In an attempt to see if it was feasible, Harry made a move toward Hermione.
Fabbie hopped off of the other elf and pushed with all of his weight against Harry. Thankfully, his hands were on Harry's hips, if Fabbie had decided to move his hand in a little, he'd be pushing on 'Harry, Jr.' and that wouldn't be good for Harry.
"Let's just go, Harry," Hermione said knowingly. Judging by her tone, Harry was positive that Hermione had a plan. He took her hand and the couple ran out of Harry's room and out through the Common Room into the hall. Hermione led the way down a familiar path; they were heading to the Room of Requirement! She was brilliant! Once they got there, they could just ask the Room not to let any house-elves in and they'd be unmolested... err... well they'd be molesting each other kind of, but this way, they wouldn't be bothered by house-elves.
As they approached the area where the Room of Requirement was, Harry's heart sunk. The door was visible and open, which meant it was being used! The couple approached the door and the sounds of a party reached their ears. When they looked into the Room, it was packed with house-elves wearing party hats.
"Welcomes to 'The One of the Mark ain't gonna get any' /party!" one tiny elf heralded and ushered Harry and Hermione in. Any doubt as to if the party's theme was directed at Harry was thrown out the window the moment he saw a giant poster with his likeness on the wall. On the poster version of him, Harry noticed that there was a very large international "no" /symbol drawn over his crotch, as if it was warning everyone that his genitals were off-limits.
"Whose is that?" Hermione asked pointing to a large and very detailed painting of a vagina. Harry didn't need to ask who it belonged to; he had become intimately familiar with it over the past few weeks.
"It be the /'Bald Feline',/" one elf answered and every house-elf bowed to the painting in prayer.
"That's my pussy?" Hermione asked, scandalized that a large group of house-elves where paying homage to her naked vagina. Harry, on the other hand thought it was very appropriate to worship her flower; he did it quite often. He wondered for a moment how the house-elves were able to paint an exact replica of his girlfriend's flower, but then he remembered that every single house-elf in the castle got see it up close and in person when they had discovered that she was the Great One.
Realizing that they wouldn't be able to make love here or anywhere else in the castle, Harry led Hermione out onto the grounds.
"Was that an accurate painting?" Hermione asked.
"Very," replied Harry while he scanned the surrounding area that would be good enough to hide from the house-elves.
"There," Hermione pointed off into the distance. Harry looked to where she was pointing and saw the Whomping Willow.
He really wanted to have sex, but under the Whomping Willow? Was Hermione so kinky that the thought of danger turned her on? Or maybe she was hoping that its swinging limbs would deter any house-elf from approaching them while they made love.
"You want to make love under something that could kill us?" Harry asked in amazement.
"No, the Shrieking Shack," corrected Hermione. "It's far enough off of school bounds that the elves shouldn't bother us. That and I doubt that they'd look for us there."
Harry believed that Hermione deserved a kiss for being so smart and he did just that. As he approached the Whomping Willow, Harry banished a hand-sized rock at the hidden knot at the base of the tree causing the Willow's limbs to stop their deadly swinging. The two young lovers ran into the tiny opening under the tree and disappeared from view.
The only lights in the dark tunnel were the two thin beams of light emanating from Harry and Hermione's wands as the two traveled through the tunnel in silence. Harry's mind was filled with anticipation; what was it going to feel like? Would he feel different after he lost his virginity?
Harry pushed open the trap door and after he pulled himself into the Shrieking Shack, he helped Hermione in. Harry looked around the dark and dust-covered room before asking; "Um, where should we do it?"
"Upstairs, in one of the bedrooms," offered Hermione nervously while she wiped the sweat from her palms onto her slacks. Harry copied her action because his hands were just as sweaty.
The stairs creaked as they walked up to the top floor. Harry passed the room where he had first met Sirius; the thought of losing his virginity in that same room was almost sacrilegious to him. But a nagging voice in his head, sounding an awful lot like Sirius, was urging him to use that room.
"Do it, man!" the voice sounded. "Who cares about me? Take her wherever you can!"
/ /Even with the voice's support, Harry opted for another room. He led Hermione into a small bedroom that had an attached loo. From what he could see of the bathroom, the toilet was obviously broken; the pot had snapped off from the wall. Off in the corner of the bedroom was a bed lying on top of a broken frame. Everything in the room was coated in a thick layer of dust and grime.
As she walked to the bathroom, Hermione said "I'll be out in a minute, I just have to perform an Anti-Conception Charm, and the process is a little awkward."
After she closed the door, Harry surveyed the room. It really didn't matter what the room looked like to him. He was a bloke and therefore didn't care where he would do it just as long as he had sex. But Hermione was special to him; she deserved more than to have her first time on a broken and filthy bed. Thankfully, Harry was a wizard and could use magic to change the room a bit.
Pulling out his wand, Harry figured that he would clean the place and transfigure the bed into something a little more comfortable. Then he realized that with his power boost he could do more than just clean the dust away. Maybe he'd conjure up a few candles for a romantic effect.
He closed his eyes and tapped into his love core by focusing on how much he loved Hermione and waved his wand. Harry didn't think of any spell in particular as he pushed his magic through his wand. Rather he only thought of turning the room into something more romantic so that it would be more pleasing for Hermione.
Harry's eyes popped open when he heard thunderously loud sounds from all around him; it sounded as if dozens of planks of wood were being dropped on the floor. What he saw made him lose his breath.
The room was stretching and growing in width and height. New floor boards were appearing in mid-air and falling into the gaps that were created by the expanding room. The broken bed hopped up into the air and began to spin like a top. After a moment, it dropped to the ground with a thud. The bed was now enormous and was covered in the softest looking red satin sheets Harry had ever seen. Dozens and dozens of candles popped into existence - some were placed on top of elegant looking trays, sconces, and holders, while others just hovered in the air as if their were held up by invisible stings from the ceiling - and their wicks lit up. All the dust and muck vanished and a warm red color spread across the walls. Harry gulped in amazement at the room. He had no idea he had such power. Hermione would be so impressed when she came out of the dirty bathroom and saw the changes he made.
"Ah, Harry," Hermione's muffled voice sounded from behind the door leading to the loo. "What did you do?"
"I just wanted to make the room look nicer," Harry answered with pride.
"Would you mind coming in here?" she asked.
Harry walked over and opened the door and what he saw made him a very happy wizard.
Hermione was standing in the middle of the room holding her wand in her hand and wearing not even a stitch of clothing. He really did like seeing her naked.
"What did you do?" Hermione asked again and pointed to the room surrounding her. Harry hesitantly took his eyes off her naked breasts - he's a bloke - and took in his surroundings.
"Whoops," muttered Harry.
Apparently, when he transfigured the bedroom, his magic went a little farther. What was once a tiny little loo with a broken toilet was now a bathroom that made the Prefects' bathroom look like a public toilet in a trashy and rundown bar.
There was a shower stall with nearly twenty shower-heads of various shapes and sizes. In the back of the room was what Harry assumed was the tub. It was a large pool that looked like it could easily hold six people comfortably, and it was cut out of a large boulder. Water cascaded down from a waterfall in the back of the tub.
"I didn't know..." Harry mumbled.
"I think it's beautiful," commented Hermione. Harry felt pride at making Hermione happy.
"Why are you still dressed?" Hermione asked, pulling Harry out of his awe.
"Sorry 'bout that," Harry murmured while he shed his clothing.
"Now, about what's going to happen," Hermione began. "From everything I've read and heard about a witch's first time, it's going to be painful."
Harry could tell that Hermione was anxious and was explaining what was going to happen to ease her nerves.
"You'll need to go slow," she continued. "I've heard that a wizard sometimes gets carried and he goes fast, but you'll need to control yourself."
"I will," agreed Harry as he discarded the last of his clothing.
"Now the ritual is fairly simple," Hermione added. "I'll just take this potion, say an incantation and then during the... the act, our magics will mingle. Doing this will give me a fifty to one-hundred percent boost in my power."
"Okay," Harry said.
Hermione picked up the potion and drank it in one gulp. She then muttered; "Cornu Confodio Cruento."
/ /Hermione nodded her head, indicating that she was ready. Harry led her to the large bed and kissed her. She sat on the bed and suggested, "Maybe you should do that thing with you tongue; you know, just to help me relax."
Harry was more than happy to comply. He helped her ease back onto the bed and then knelt on the floor in between her legs. Harry kissed, licked, and suckled her flower with his love charged Parsletongue magic for a few moments until Hermione was very wet.
"That's good enough," Hermione panted and Harry stood up. The witch repositioned herself so that she was lying on the bed and Harry took his place next to her.
"How do you want to do this?" asked Harry.
"You on top," she said. Hermione spread her legs and Harry crawled on top of her. He followed her hand with his eyes as she slowly reached down in between her own legs. With her fingers, Hermione gently pried apart her petals.
"Okay, I'm ready," Hermione announced. "Just go slowly."
Harry nodded and guided his manhood toward his lover's womanhood. Slowly, he pushed into her. He was able to put his crown just inside her lips when he felt a barrier.
"Go ahead," Hermione said. "I trust you."
Harry gently forced his way past her maidenhead and broke it. Hermione bit her lip to stop a painful groan.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked with genuine concern. If she said no, he would pull out even though he wanted to make love to her desperately. His need for this moment was not as great as his concern for Hermione's well-being.
"Just give me a second," Hermione requested and Harry waited patiently. After a few moments, Hermione told him, "Go ahead, but slowly please."
He slowly and carefully pushed himself into his lover; inch by inch, until he was fully inside her. Harry paused and checked on Hermione.
"How is it?"
"It's not incredibly painful," Hermione admitted. "It hurts a little and it's slightly uncomfortable. How is it for you?"
He was ashamed to admit that he loved the sensation while she didn't. It felt wonderful; she was so warm and the sensation of her wrapped around him was intoxicating. It felt perfect and he never wanted this feeling to end. Even though he hadn't answered, it was obvious that Hermione knew what he was feeling. She tenderly stroked his face and said, "Don't worry; I think I'll grow to love it too."
Harry kissed her and slowly slid back. With agonizing slowness, Harry moved back and forth inside Hermione. She was correct when she told him that most men got caught up in the moment and would just thrust away; Harry fought the urge to do just that.
Hermione's face was a mixture of discomfort and happiness. The discomfort was obviously caused by this being her first time. Thankfully, Harry was so excited that he reckoned that he wouldn't last much longer before climaxing and Hermione's discomfort would lessen. But her happiness was a little hard to pin down for Harry at first. He had no idea how she could be happy in a situation like this that caused her pain. Then it hit him. She was happy because she was with him and she was giving him so much pleasure. She was in discomfort and some pain but she wanted to give him this out of love.
A sudden warmth filled Harry's heart as he looked into Hermione's beautiful hazel eyes. But before he could say the words, she said them first.
"I love you so much, Harry," she said blissfully.
The warmth that he was feeling rapidly spread throughout his body and he could feel it flow into Hermione's. He continued to slowly pump and his vision became blurry.
"I love you too," Harry groaned out as he came and then he blacked out.
*
"Harry wake up," a happy Hermione stirred Harry from his dreamless slumber. It felt as if his eyelids were made of lead; he had to struggle to open them. He felt completely drained, as if he had just ran a marathon and then wrestled with Grawp. After a moment of internal struggle, Harry was able to open his eyes to find Hermione sitting on his lap. It was obvious that she had cleaned herself up and had put on her knickers and bra.
"How long was I out?" Harry asked groggily as he reached for his glasses.
"I'm not sure," Hermione said. It was evident from the tone in her voice that Hermione was very happy. Mind you, she wasn't as euphoric as the time Harry had hit her with the super-charged Cheering Charm, but Hermione was truly happy. "I lost consciousness right after you did. But I woke up about an hour ago and showered."
Harry looked at his girlfriend in wonder. Her skin was flush and she had a ridiculously big grin plastered on her face.
"I love you," Hermione announced and leaned down to kiss Harry on the lips. She lay on top of Harry, apparently content with just lying there while she playfully ran her fingers through his hair.
"Did the ritual work?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," Hermione answered. "I haven't performed any spells, yet."
Harry was about to suggest that she check out her power when something finally caught his eye. He was surprised that he hadn't seen it when she had leaned in to kiss him. But now, as he looked into her eyes, Harry was very surprised to see that her hazel eyes had a number of prominent green flecks in them. The emerald patches even seemed to sparkle; whether the sparkle was magical in nature or just caused by her happiness, Harry didn't know. Hermione never said anything about expecting a physical change in her appearance after the ritual. Knowing Hermione, if there was a change caused by the ritual, she would have told him about it. So Harry reckoned that the prominent green flecks in her irises were unexpected.
"Ah, Hermione..."
To Be Continued |
Title: 16 LOVE DOVE LOVE SHOVE
Tags: True Story, Boy / Boy, Humiliation, Male/Female, Romance, Young
Introduction:
Just sit back and enjoy the landing!
Content:
42 GEL AT HOTEL DEL
"Sean, it's amazing how many friends and family say they plan to make our wedding! Lot's willing to fly in. Some even canceled Labor Day weekend plans."
"Sounds like we'll fill that banquet hall after all."
"I think they just want to gel at Hotel del. I’m thankful that your parents never noticed my home for sale. We were spared the ‘living together’ sermon."
"I guess they never knew where you lived. Rachel, I'm just relieved the closing on your home went so smoothly, so we can pay for this extravaganza."
"I can't believe it's just around the corner. Yet I can't wait another day!"
Sean gently wraps his arms around his fine fiancée, glowing with delight."
43 FEAR HERE
When Alex arrives at Logan's house to play, his mother welcomes him with open arms, just as she had before knowing of their same-sex attraction. Logan runs to greet him as well, but restrains his affections. After playing for a while, they realize Logan's mother hasn't been checking up on them. They start fun wrestling, soon realizing how much they missed being passionate with each other. Soon Alex lays on top of Logan, looking for a kiss. Logan's face brightens like the sun. Suddenly both back off. Alex gets off Logan, whispering, "You forced yourself on Jeff."
"Yeah, I can't get that off my mind either. At the time I actually didn't care. Now I can't take it back."
"I feel safe with you Logan, but then I get second thoughts. I want to love you. Then I get scared."
"Me too. I don't trust myself."
44 MORE GORE
Sean, I felt so good, like everything's normal. But now I feel depressed, like life stinks again."
"Jeff, I hear you. You wish the hurt ends forever, but, like your mom says, the healing goes slow. I'm thankful when you have a reprieve from the agony. More and more great days will come."
"I wish I could be so confident."
"Think of our showers together. Each time you become more like yourself again."
"That's true. I don't think I'd survive without them. I had a weird dream of your dad."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, we were both naked."
"That is weird!"
"Yeah, and I can’t get Logan off my mind. What eats me is the thought of a good friend doing something so horrible."
"Would it have been better to be molested by a jerk?"
"No!!! I'm like, how can this be."
"We all can get so selfish that we don't care what we do."
"Is it selfish of me to hate Logan?"
"No.... Well, yes. In your hate, you could do something stupid. Try to change your hate of Logan into hate of what he did."
"I don't want to."
"That's not surprising. Remember me telling you that my dad kept loving me when I kept rebelling?"
"Yeah."
"He said he had to pray every day to find strength to do that."
"OK, so..."
"Hate eventually haunts a person. Love conquers hate."
"So you want me to love Logan!"
"You did when we brought him to tell his parents what he had done to you."
"Yeah, I did, but that was before hating him."
"Are you willing to pray for Logan?"
"No."
"One day you will be."
"Not."
45 FACE DISGRACE
"Sean, I'm so glad I can talk to you about stuff."
"I'm glad we respect each other, Alex."
"Guilt feelings keep nagging me still."
"About Logan, right?"
"Yeah."
"Have you talked about everything?"
"I think so. Oh! Uh..."
"Spit it out."
"It really doesn't have anything to do with it."
"Tell me anyway."
Trying to be brave, "Uh, um, I couldn't do it either."
"It."
"Sex."
"You go limp too?"
"No, uh, I don't reach. Don't tell anyone!"
"OK. Of course, my lips are zipped."
"Thanks."
"So how did Logan respond back then?"
"I could tell he was disappointed but he showered me with encouragement."
"And how did you respond when he went limp."
"Disappointment. All disappointment. I feel horrible. I treated him horrible."
"So you didn't respond with the same love Logan lavished on you."
"Exactly! And if I had, he probably wouldn't have tried to rape Jeff. And now everything's frigg'n freaky."
Have you said this to Logan?"
"Not exactly."
"Do it and get specific about how you treated him horribly."
"Yeah! I got mad at him for lying to Jeff about it. Then I lied to Jeff too."
"Oh! Sounds like you're getting to the guts of your guilt. The truth will set you free."
"I don't get that, but I'm feeling a lot better already."
Jeff gets home, so Alex breathes a sigh of relief that Jeff didn't overhear him. But Sean suggests, "Telling him will help too."
Jeff jumps in, "Tell who what?"
Sean merely adds, "Alex knows."
Alex smiles, "Yeah, thanks for your help Sean."
"Alex, you are most welcome."
"Jeff, let's play out back."
"Sure."
As they go, "You know, I saw Jamie at the park. Jeff, I like say hi to him, but he acts like I'm not even there!"
"He's homophobic."
"He must think he'll get branded 'gay' if seen with me."
"So how's Logan doing?"
"That's the first time you asked. He always asks about you."
"Trying to make me feel guilty?"
"Of course not. Logan still stays in the house all the time but we have a lot of fun when I come over.... I think Sean's right."
"What did he say?"
"To tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"I lied."
"Oh?"
"My dick's to short to do it."
"I thought so."
"Really!"
"Yeah, you sounded just like Logan when he lied. Don't worry, it grows everyday."
"I wish I could tell!"
Jeff hugs him, "Thanks for 'fessin up."
"Are you inviting Fred and Jamie over again?"
"Fred's tied tightly to Cindy now."
"That's so cool! Let's just call Jamie then."
"Now? You're not mad at him anymore?"
"Yeah, I'll get over it. I love the way he looks at me when he isn't afraid of what people will think. Just don't tell him that I know he has the hots for me. That would ruin everything."
"I hear you."
46 BACK ON TRACK
Jeff doesn't take Sean's bathing suit to Black's Beach, but finds public nudity uncomfortable yet. When Maria sees that Jeff's not about to take his clothes off, she takes him to the blanket inside Roberto's privacy fence. "Lay down, big man."
Jeff timidly complies. Maria removes his sneakers, then his socks. She smells his feet. "I'm really glad you showered this morning."
Jeff smiles. She lovingly massages his feet, his ankles, and up his legs, being attentive to Jeff's every reaction. "I'll pull down your shorts to finish your thighs." Maria sits on his stomach, reaching under his shirt to hold his chest. "Do I remove your underwear next, or your shirt?"
"Just lay on my chest and kiss me senseless."
Big smiles fill their faces as she passionately proceeds. Ten minutes later Maria sits up, grabbing his underwear. Jeff shivers, so she lets go.
"OK, my most magnificent Maria, I'm ready to show some skin." Jeff lifts his butt to help her along.
"How could you hide this tremendous treasure? Now sit up, most handsome one, so I can remove your shirt."
Jeff does, then jumps to his feet, "I need to put sunscreen on you before you burn."
Maria happily lays down, thinking, "The Jeff I know returns to life."
After protecting each other from UV rays, Jeff jumps up, pounding his chest, shouting like Tarzan. Everyone watches jubilantly. Maria jumps up, "Tarzan, me Jane!"
Jeff takes her hand, swinging her gallantly to the sea.
47 BEND TO MEND
"Alex, I don't think I can go through with this."
"Don't worry, Jeff. Logan doesn't know you're coming over. You can back out."
"Yeah, I'll catch you later."
"See ya, Jeff."
"Wait. I have this sense that I really really need to do this."
Alex hugs Jeff, "This aint easy, is it."
"No, but I know I need to go."
When they arrive Logan can't believe his eyes, which light up for a second. Then gloom fills his face.
Cautiously, "Hi Logan."
Timidly, "Hi Jeff."
Jeff takes a deep breathe, "I don't wanna hate you anymore."
"I'm sorry I screwed up your love life."
"Yeah, that happened too."
"Jeff, I hate that I lied to you. Somehow I ended up hating you instead. Then it seemed so easy to attack you. I convinced myself that it would be a good thing to do. I think you know how sorry I am."
Jeff's heart melts, "Yeah. I forgive you Logan. We need to quit hating so we can get on with healing. Let's hug."
48 BOND 'N BEYOND
Summer slips by quickly. Rachael gets home from work Friday, glowing ear to ear. Sean radiantly reaches for her hand, "May I have your hand in matrimony?"
"Oh Sean! Tomorrow's the day! Everything feels so right. Some things will go wrong for sure. But I feel such peace, such joy. What a bond, to my blonde! I'll just ride the wave, with you by my side, to the grave, and beyond.
As they embrace, "What about my touch of green?"
"Looks good on a string bean."
"Oh, you're mean, my magnificent queen!"
49 BEST OF ALL THE REST
Jeff picks up the microphone, "Hello everyone. Please be seated, for our reception dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Jouxneau ask that you find your seat.... Thank you. Sean asked me to start this celebration with prayer. I'm so honored to do so. Let's bow our heads for a moment to recognize the artist of the stunning landscape all around us, indeed the artist of this great universe. Dear God, you are so good, I mean, like super wonderful. You've answered my most heartfelt prayer, my most important prayer for as long as I can remember. I don't know why you took such a long time, but you sure know how to come through in a big, big way. So thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I can't say it enough. Thank you for the best father a guy could ever have. I'm sure everyone here has loads to be thankful for too as they shoot up their prayers to you who deserves all the praise, all the honor, all the glory. We ask you to bless this food--from the smell of it, I think you already have! And please chill with us, joining this happy celebration. And we all joyfully say ... Amen!!!"
Continuing without notes, "Please take your glass of champagne." Jeff takes a whiff of his. "I doubt that yours is as potent as mine, but I'm sure you can live with it. I showed up at my first baseball practice, really wondering what kind of coach I got stuck with--some newbie. When I set eyes on him I thought he was a teammate, but it couldn't be--he got out of the driver's seat. I tell you, he was as green as they get. It even shows in his hair. You should of seen Ricky rake him over." Laughing, "Ricky could beat the tar out of Sean, and he knew it. Then there's Fred, the veteran terror of the town. He bribed his way into this reception hall. Stand up, Fred! ... OK, don't get all sweet on us now.... Fred just walked all over Sean. The things he said, I cannot repeat to your virgin ears. Soon..." Getting choked up, "OK! ... Soon we started to realize how deeply he respected each one of us. One by one, each of us formed a deep respect for him. When Fred somehow turned around, the greatest force against Sean got turned into the best teammate. So I lied--Fred actually received the first invitation for this most awesome event. But moving on, I must humbly take full credit for bringing Sean and my mother together."
Sean yells out, "He's absolutely right!"
"But it's difficult for me to admit to my devious conniving. So I'll just get on with this toast ... to Rachel and Sean Jouxneau, the most precious Mom and Dad on God's green earth! Hey! Hey!"
50 AUTHOR MYRRH
Life's short, so get in the game. Dare to love and be loved.
Things don't work out quickly all the time. So pray with patience. Pray with all your heart. |
Title: 16 Slut
Tags: Fiction, Male / Female Teens, Non-consensual sex, Young
Introduction:
A girl turns 16 and goes to a party only to find herself getting fucked!
Content:
16 slut
Yesterday she had turned 16!!
Jenny had gone to a party with her cousin Becky last night; Becky was 23, and a bit of a slut!! As Jenny found out.
Now here she was, striped naked and tied up, her legs spread wide open!! He stood over her with his huge cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. “Suck It!!” He said and grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth up to his prick as he pressed into her young mouth forcing it open! She was helpless!!! And completely turned on!!!
She tried to suck as he crammed hard cock into her mouth, holding her by the hair he started to fuck her mouth, and she gagged as he slid deep down her throat. But she sucked even harder as he pulled it out, it felt incredible in her mouth and she did not want him to stop.
She could feel her pussy getting all hot and wet inside like it did when she rubbed it in the shower, or like it had when she kissed her boyfriend the first time. But this was more than that!! She was helpless now, and he was in control! He was slowly sliding the head of his cock in and out of her mouth while she licked and sucked it for all she was worth!
She was already grinding her hips in time to the cock that was pumping her mouth when she realized hands were touching her, stroking her thighs, then over her pussy! A moment later something was pushing into her pussy and waves of pure pleasure washed over her as it pushed deeper and started to vibe against her secret inner places. He was holding her hair tight in one hand pulling her to meet each stroke as he forced more and more of his swollen prick into her young mouth. Someone else was touching her!! Fucking her with a vibrator slowly and driving her wild!
“I think she likes it”, “look at her move her hips! Her pussy is soaked and she is taking all of this toy up her hot little cunt.” Becky said
Holding her down he pulls her head back by her hair, and takes his cock from her mouth, “Do you like the way Becky is fucking your little pussy with her vibrator??”
He demanded, staring down at her!
Her whole body is trembling with fear and her desire for more; she looks up at him, “Oh yes!! “ She moans softly… Oh yes what?? He demands! She feels the vibrator push deeper into her and gasps.
Then looking down at the fat little vibrator being pumped into her tight young pussy she says “Yes! I like Becky fucking my pussy with her vibrator!” He grabs her hair again, pulling her head back. “Look at me!!” He growls. “This is your last chance little girl! Do you want more? Do you want to suck my cock and have Becky fuck your hot little pussy with her toy??” He smiles down at her... “ Or do you want me to let you go home now?”
Just as he is saying this, Becky slowly slips the vibe from her hot little cunt then gives her pussy a good hard slap! “What’s it gonna be Jenny?” She asks her friend in a teasing voice.
“Oh No!! She cries out. Please don’t stop now!!” He smiles.
“Then suck my cock you little slut, show me you want me to fuck you,” “ I’ll do whatever you want!” she whispers to him before her mouth is filled with cock again! He pulls her hair again and shoves it deeper into her wet mouth as Becky starts to pump her pussy with the vibrator again!
She moans loudly then gags as his hard cock slides down her throat.
YEA!! Becky calls out, “Fuck the little slut’s mouth, and fuck her hard” as she stuffs her fat little vibrator back into Jenny’s young pussy and starts to fuck her with it good and hard!
Holding her down he pumps hard dick into her mouth over and over! She twists and shakes as she tries to pull away from him. Then gags when he crams his dick down her throat again and hold it there. She feels the head swell in her throat then he explodes…
Hot cum sprays down her throat and he groans with pleasure while he holds her tight and his hips buck & jerk from his orgasm.
Completely helpless, choking on his cock & filled with his come while her young pussy is stuffed with a vibrator is all too much for young jenny and her body gives in, waves of pleasure burst out from inside of her wiping any thoughts from her mind. She has never felt anything like this before and she is overcome by her orgasm, shaking and sweating with colors bursting behind her eyelids, her body is on fire and consuming her mind with a desire to feel more.
Slowly coming back to reality she feels him still hard in her mouth and sucks weakly as he pulls his cock slowly from her young mouth. When he releases her hair & lets her head fall back she looks up into his eyes and sees them shining with his pleasure and piercing her with his lust for her helpless little body lying beneath him.
Seconds later the spell is broken when she hears Becky’s voice... “My god!! She was cumming like crazy!”
“That was so fucking sexy watching you mouth fuck her while I was pounding her pussy as hard as I could!!” He looks down at her and smiles, “I told you she was going to be a wild little slut as soon as someone showed her the way!” Then to her complete surprise he leaned down and softly kissed her lips.
"What are you going to do with me now?" She asked him in the sweetiest little girl voice.
To be continued... |
Title: 16 y.o. Zoe's First Time 1
Tags: True Story, Anal, Consensual Sex, Male/Teen Female, Young
Introduction:
Tom's infatuation with his 16 year old neighbour leads to something more.
Content:
I woke early that morning due to the insufferable birds that persisted on perching outside my window. I wiped the sleep from my eyes, sat up in my bed and looked out of my window onto the serene rolling hills of the Irish countryside. It was truly picturesque. I glanced at my clock and saw it was only six a.m. I stood and strolled down to my kitchen for breakfast, switching on the television as I went. I listened to the morning news as I drank a glass of water and looked out of the kitchen window whih looked directly out on my neighbour’s house though we were, perhaps, 200 meters apart. From my vantage point I could just about make out the majestic form of my 16 year old neighbour Zo?She was out in her back garden jogging slowly, and seemingly gracefully, around. She was always up at this time. She was beautiful: lightly tanned, gifted with a slim body that kept curves in the right places, luscious lips, brown eyes and black/brown hair. Her figure was on par with Rihanna’s but she had an allure I could not resist. I had often talked to her but I knew too well nothing could ever happen between us.
After watching the sublime figure of my neighbour I strolled into my living room and began to work on my laptop. I was an author though with my new book was under no time constraints. My eyes soon tired due to the little sleep I had had the previous night so I decided to grab my keys and jog over to an old friend’s house. I arrived at Johns house at half ten. He poured me a glass of whiskey when I entered. I reluctantly accepted then we both sat down to watch the highlights of a rugby match. “How have been?” I asked him.
“Good. Same shit different day,” he replied dryly. “You break up with Caran like you said you would?”
“Yep. Finally. She was nice but it just got boring.”
“Good. I was starting to think it might get serious. At least you have Zo? he said with a wry smile. He knew I liked her, but any man would find her attractive.
“A bit too young I think,” I said smiling. “You going to the Munster match this weekend?”
He noticed I changed the subject quickly but didn’t pursue it any further. After a few hours I jogged home and had a shower. I was pleased with my fitness which I thought to be exemplary of a man my age. I was 42, 6 feet 1 inch and quite muscled though not too much. I was often considered good looking but never put too much effort into pursuing women.
Not long after my shower Zo?nocked on my door. “Hey,” she said smiling sweetly.
“Hey, what’s up?” I replied.
“I was just wondering if you could help me with my English homework.”
“Yeah of course, come in.” I watched her as she strolled in. She wore a light t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. She wore no bra and her young B cup breasts looked perfectly round and pert. I could just make out her nipples which seemed to stand out quite a bit, perfect size in my opinion. I watched her ass all the way into my living room. She put her book down on the desk where my laptop was stationed. “Mind if I get a drink?” She asked.
“No go ahead,” I replied having to concentrate on her young breasts which seemed to be calling out to me. Damn she was unbelievably beautiful. She walked to the kitchen and I glanced at her perfectly round ass as she walked. “There’s some Coke in the fridge.”
“I see it. Thanks,” she replied. God has a cruel sense of humour, I reflected, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen is in my house and I can’t touch her.
“Oh shit,” I heard her mutter. “I spilt some on my top. Mind if I go and clean it off in your bathroom?”
“Of course not. Go on,” I called back. I heard her walk to the bathroom. While she was gone I noticed she had brought her poetry book and decided to head for my bedroom to get some of my notes. The bathroom was on the hallway that led to my bedroom and I noticed the door was slightly open. I was barefooted and made no noise on the lush carpet. I glanced in the door and my jaw, quite literally dropped. Zo?tood topless in front of the mirror above the sink wiping her top dry. I looked at her body in the mirror. Her breasts were as perfect as I had imagined on, well, lonely nights.Her stomach was flat and sloped beautifully down to what I imagined was an already penetrated pussy. Her dark hair was up and I gazed at her back, so perfect and slim. Just gazing at her lithe body caused an erection so hard I could have hammered nails with it. Then she glanced in the mirror and saw me. I was prepared for her screams but instead she smiled. Had she been older I would have recognised her ploy but I really didn’t expect it from her. All I could do was gape at her perfect beauty. “Would you mind helping me to dry my body? I’m a bit wet and I’m getting a bit wetter seeing that thing trying to blow its way out of your pants.”
I couldn’t speak; I just nodded and went to her.
She continued to face the mirror as I approached her. I took a towel from the rack and stood behind her. I could smell her vanilla perfume. I reached around with the towel and gently rubbed her body paying particular attention to her breasts. I watched as they bounced lightly when I rubbed them quickly. I soon slowed my rubbing as I became even more aroused. I could feel my 7 inch cock against her lower back. I dropped the towel and began to use my hands to rub her breasts as I pressed my cock into her body. I took her silky breasts in my hands and softly palpitated them, rolling her bud like nipples between my index fingers and thumbs. I was rewarded with the softest, most unbelievably arousing moan I have ever heard. She reached for my cock. I felt her small smooth hand touch the tip and almost came. “We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered.
“I want to,” she replied and that was it for me. I slowly reached down and pulled down her pants. She kicked them away and I realised she wore no underwear. I looked at her smooth round ass. “You wanna take me from behind?”
I answered her question by throwing off my pants and boxers and kissing her neck. My bare cock rubbed against her back. I gripped her breasts a little tighter and was rewarded with another small squeal. She used her hand to place my cock at her asshole, though she had to stand on her toes. I put a hand on her hip and slowly began to ease my cock into her. “If it hurts too much just tell me,” I said as my cock plunged ever deeper into her small tight ass.
“I want you in me.”
I felt the warm tight softness of her anus surround my cock. She was being stretched and moaned loudly with both pain and pleasure. Finally I was most of the way into her and I began to pound he soft ass with all my worth. I dropped my hand from her breast to her fuzzy pussy mound and found her to be dripping wet. I found her clitoris and immediately began to rub it making her emanate a soft moaning sound. “Oh fuck me, please, yes, like that,” she whispered continuously as I slowly increased my thrust rate and she bent over to support herself on the sink. I felt her warm ass cheeks absorb the shock of each thrust. I caught both of her hips in each hand and started to ram my meat into her sweet 16 year old ass. I was soon picking her up slightly with every thrust. I had always known my first time with her would be quick and I soon felt a slight tingle run down my back as I began to come deep in her ass. I noticed her tightening up as she furiously rubbed her clit with a hand. She was close to climaxing. With my final strokes I rammed my cock into her harder than ever before until the slight tingle turned into a shuddering orgasm. She came with a high pitched moan and a tightening of her ass so it seamed she pumped it for all my come.
“Wow, first time” she whispered as we panted in unison.
“First time?” I asked, stunned.
Continued in Part 2 |
Title: 16 yr old Jerry and 14 yr old James
Tags: True Story, Boy / Boy, First Time, Gay, Masturbation, School, Teen Male / Teen Male
Content:
(this is mt first story and I suck at grammar and spelling I hope you like it and can read it)
My name is Jerry, I am 16, I am 5’6”, I have brown eyes and hair, I am chubby but not fat. I have a 5.5 inch penis which I am on the average size for an adult man. Unless you watch porn the guys on there are big, and the average size of them is like 7 inches. But I am ok with what I have, I have been masturbating for about 5 years now and I have done it at school a lot. I think that is my favorite place to jack-off. I am not gay or I don’t think I am, I believe that I am bi-couries.
I am in my tenth grade year at Fulton High School in Michigan. I am not in to sports but I love gym. I love seeing all the boys change. I am always last to enter the lockroom and leave it. Even knowing I have been watching the boys change for the past year in a half, but no one in my class is worth my time or my rep. But today is a little different, it’s the day before spring break and the 8th grades boys where here to check out the high school, like they do every year. They attend our classes and have lunch and by the end of the day they head back to the middle school to get their bus or their ride.
When I entered the lock-room I seen my friend Timmy we have been friends since like third. I think he is a good looking guy and I love to watch him change. Timmy was taking down his shorts and putting his white tee on. When a group of four 8th grade boys enter the lock room, scared out of their minds as the other boys where changing. The taller one I knew from my brothers yearbook, his name was James. He was about 4’9 to about 5 foot tall, his hair was black and he was sporting a shag hair cut, but his eye is what got me looking at him hard, they where blue, like the sky. His skin was pasty white. I could not stop looking at him. I was standing there by my locker when Timmy slammed his locker close to get my attention, saying Jerry” stop daydreaming and get your ass dressed.”
The locker room was empty the only one in there where me and the four 8th grade boys. I was sitting on the banch when the boys started to change into their gym cloths. I was still in my school cloths when James came over and asked if he could put his close into my locker. I said yes and told him my name, but he knew who I was from my little brother. So we started to talk about high school, as we were changing the other three left for the class. James had a nice 14 year old body no hair anywhere and when he lowered he pants he was wearing a pair of blue boxers. So I started to remove my shirt and pants too. I was wearing a pair of heart boxers my mom got me. When I looked up James was looking at my boxers and laughing. I asked what was so funny and he said that he would never wear heart boxers if his life was depending on it.
As James was putting on his gym shorts I seen his penis head poke out a little. It looked nice and this made me start to get hard. I tried to hide it but it was hard cause I had a tent in my shorts, so I turned around quick as James put on his tee, and put his cloths in my locker. I was praying to God that he didn’t see the tent. I said to James that I had to pee before I left the locker-room and I would see him in the gym, but now that he was alone and his friends left he said he would wait for me. I put my shorts on as fast as I could and I walk to the stall in the locker-room as I was putting my tee on.
When I enter the stall all I could do was think of James penis poking out of his shorts. So I though I would jack-off quick and then I would not have to worry getting a hard-on again. So I sat down pulling my shorts and boxers as low as they would go. Then I started to jack-off slowly cause I knew that James was out there waiting for me. As I start to go faster my balls started to slap on my hand as I down stroked. I have jacked-off here many time before and I would almost shoot as soon as I started. But this time was different. I had James waiting for me which I guess made me a little scared, cause I didn’t want to get caught. So as I got faster and my balls and foreskin start to make a slapping sound it must have been loud. Cause I soon seen James walk past the stall door looking in the crack. He stopped for a second and I meet his eyes. Then he walked to the stall across from me. He shut the door and I though I was safe and I open the door a little like I always do. Because even knowing I didn’t want to get caught I want to, that is what I liked about jacking-off at school you never know what will happen. When I cracked the door like not even an inch I heard James open his door and start to walk out of the stall. I was scared as hell that he would see me and tell. But it was to late I was about to cum and them James open the door and said what the fuck is taking you so long. I lowered my tee to cover my hard throbbing penis. And said I was sorry. Then I seen that James had a small tent too.
He entered my stall and locked the door and lifted my tee and asked if he could watch me finish. I said yes, because I need to cum. So I started to stroke my penis slow and fast, when he said that he wanted me to stand up so he could see my dick, like I said before it was 5.5 inches and had a small patch of hair above my shaft. He looked at it intensely, and said he like to touch it. I was so happy, I have never had anyone touch me sexually before. So I stood there with my hand on my hips as James right hand reached out shacking, grabbing my penis. I let out a gasp for air, his soft hands worked up and down my shaft and on the third stroke I shoot out three shoots of cum, all over his hand and tee. He laughed but I was sacred now that he had cum on him.
James still had a small tent in his shorts as he turned around the face the door, I bent down to pull my shorts and boxers back up. I said thank you to James and he said no problem he always want to see a boy cum. So as I was waiting for him to open the stall I turned and ask, in a shy and tumbling voice if I would like to watch him cum. I heart stopped and my mouth fell open and I said yes in a low hush as if it didn’t even leave my lips. Them James short and boxers where down to his knees. His penis was hairless just like his body and his penis was about 4 inches sticking up to the sky. James blushed when I looked his little body over. Even knowing I just came I got hard again at the sight of his body. James started to stroking his penis and I sat back down, to watch him. I smiled, and so did he. He asked it I wanted to touch him. And I said yes! So I was sitting down and he walked up to me a little so his penis was at mt face. I was the cute thing I have ever seen, it head glisten with pre-cum and he had a vain that poped out to the side, the head was curve up. I took it in my thumb and two fingers and started to storck his penis. He leg started to shake a little and he stood on his tip toes and let out a sigh as he came in to my hand. It was warm and stick, wasn’t as thick as mine. He smile and pulled his shorts up and walked out the stall tucking his tee in.
As we left the locker-room he said that he will talk to my brother and see if he could stay over sometime and we can do this again.
(if you like this story comment and rate, if I get good comment and ratings I will write more) |
Title: 17Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Chapter Seventeen: It's Not Easy Being Green
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Seventeen Summary: It's amazing what one can stuff in a broom cupboard.
"You shagged my eyes green!" Hermione screeched. A part of Harry wanted to run very far away due to the anger in his lover's voice. The other part of Harry marveled at how her screams echoed off the marble floor of the expansive bathroom; it was a really large room.
Hermione was leaning over the sink and had her face very close to the mirror in order to examine her eyes more closely. Of course she was still wearing only her bra and knickers. The moment Harry had informed her about her new eye color, Hermione had jumped out of the bed and rushed to see for herself. And the fact that she was bent over the sink made her round bum stick out quite nicely. The part of Harry that was intrigued by the echo effect was also aroused by the sight of Hermione's bottom. That part wanted to have Harry run his hands over her flesh. Of course the part of Harry that had wanted to run away - the rational part of Harry's brain if you don't remember - realized that it would be a very bad idea judging at how mad Hermione was.
"You shagged my eyes green!" she repeated.
"I didn't mean to," Harry weakly defended.
"You shagged my eyes green!" Hermione repeated again.
"Not totally," Harry pointed out. "They're still mostly hazel. And I kind of like the green."
"My eyes have never been hazel, Harry," Hermione groaned out. "They've always been brown."
"There's a difference?" asked Harry. To him, hazel was just another way of saying brown.
"No, hazel is brown with a touch of green in it," explained Hermione. It was obvious by the tone of her voice that Hermione was truly worried by this change. "How long have you noticed that my eyes were hazel?"
"Um... since we've been together."
"What's happening to me?" Hermione asked.
Harry had no idea, and if Hermione was stumped, he reckoned that they were fairly well buggered.
"Let's go talk to McGonagall," Hermione stated.
"Do you think that'll help?"
"Well, maybe she can offer some suggestions."
Harry nodded his head in agreement and the two lovers got dressed. Hermione led the way out of the bedroom and stopped when she got into the hall.
"Ah, Harry," Hermione said while she looked up and down. "I think you changed more than just the bedroom and loo."
Harry joined Hermione in the hall and was stunned. What was once a dark, dank, and dusty two leveled shack was now an expansive three leveled mansion!
To Harry's left was a white-marble staircase with pure gold fixtures that looked like it belonged in a palace. To his right were seven doors which led to what he assumed were more bedrooms. Above him was a domed sky light which flooded the stairwell and hall with warm light.
The two lovers walked down the stairs and surveyed the second floor. On this floor, there was a large library (which, much to Hermione's obvious and vocal disappointment, had no books; just empty shelves needing - or, according to Hermione, begging - to be filled) and a game room (complete with a snooker table, large chess table, and another table which looked perfect for a match of exploding snap).
The bottom floor now contained a massive kitchen, dining room, and parlor. At the front of the house was an impressive double door with ornate carvings on it. Harry opened the door and stepped out. The wizard was quite surprised to see that the exterior of the Shrieking Shack had not changed at all; it was still a crumbling hovel. He reasoned that it was now much like the magical tent he and the Weasleys had used when they went to the Quidditch World Cup.
"How does it look out there?" Hermione asked from the foyer while she looked up at the domed ceiling inside the Shack.
"It hasn't changed," informed Harry. "It still looks like the old Shack; but its bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. Kind of like the tent we had for the World Cup."
"Or like the Tardis," Hermione commented off-handedly.
"Who?" asked Harry.
"Exactly," Hermione answered.
"How did you do this?" Hermione asked when Harry re-entered the now-glorious interior of the Shack. "What kind of spells did you use?"
"None really," admitted Harry. "I just tapped into my love-core again and focused on the thought of making the room special for you... and this happened."
"Let's head back to the castle," Hermione volunteered in a distracted way as she chewed her lip and looked at the magical building around her. It was clear to Harry that she was thinking about something but wasn't willing to share just yet.
The two lovers walked through the secret passage - which was now no longer a dark and crumbling tunnel, but rather a well lit cobblestone hallway - to the school ground. Apparently, Harry's magic altered the passageway as well. He wondered if his magic had changed the Whomping Willow as well. Was it now a harmless tree with brightly colored blossoms?
His question was answered as he approached the exit. Harry saw one of the tree's limbs swing wildly at a passing bird, knocking it out of the sky. Apparently, Harry's love magic stopped at changing the passageway and didn't touch the Whomping Willow. From inside the tunnel, Harry reached up and pressed the secret knot and caused the Willow to freeze in mid-whomp. He helped Hermione out and the pair proceeded to head to the castle.
"What's that?" Hermione asked as she pointed to a black lump in the distance near the edge of the forest.
"Don't know," said Harry while squinting to get a better look at the object.
"Was it there when we went to the Shack?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders. To be honest, he was much too focused on the thought of making love to Hermione to have actually paid any attention to his surroundings. For all he knew, a battle could have broken out between the Acromantulas from the forest and the giant squid from the lake and Harry wouldn't have noticed.
"It's a person!" Hermione shouted and rushed to the prone figure.
Harry quickly followed his girlfriend. Just before Hermione was about to kneel down so that she could examine the person, Harry recognized the robes. He whipped out his wand and warned, "Hermione, get back! It's a Death Eater!"
Hermione jumped back at Harry's warning. Slowly, Harry approached the unknown Death Eater. With his wand still pointing at the prone person, Harry lowered the black hood to reveal a broken and bloodied Death Eater Mask. Harry flicked the mask off.
"It's Malfoy!" Hermione stated in surprise.
Lying right in front of the young lovers was none other than Draco Malfoy, the wizard who led a group of Death Eaters into the castle and aided in the murder of Dumbledore. His left eye was swollen shut, his nose was clearly broken in two places, and Harry felt it was safe to assume by the extensive amount of blood caked around his mouth that Draco had also lost some teeth as well. Malfoy was pale (well, paler than his normal morgue-like pallor) and looked as if he hadn't rested or eaten in a day or two. His Death Eater robes were tattered and torn, with pieces of twigs and branches tangled in them.
Judging by the fact that Draco's blood appeared to have been dry for some time, Harry guessed that Malfoy was attacked a few days previously and had escaped through the Forbidden Forest. Whether that was actually what happened or merely designed to appear so to whomever stumbled across Malfoy wasn't clear. For all Harry knew this was a trap.
"Let's get him to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione ordered.
"No," barked Harry.
"Harry, he's injured," argued Hermione.
"Good," commented Harry honestly. "He deserves some pain, and if you ask me, he deserves a lot more. Besides, it might be a trap."
"A trap? To do what precisely?" Hermione asked with her fists on her hips.
"Maybe Voldemort heard that they're going to open up the school again and he wants to send a message," Harry explained. "So they make Draco look like he's gotten the snot kicked out of him and dump him where someone will find him. Then he is taken to the Hospital Ward where McGonagall visits him. Malfoy gives the signal, maybe a Flare Charm or something, then a bunch of Death Eaters Portkey to Malfoy's location and kill all the staff present and burn the school down. That way, the school would never open again."
"I don't know Harry," Hermione sounded. "It sounds a bit contrived."
"Contrived, is it? It's not as contrived as the plan where the Death Eaters entered the castle through the means of a magical teleporting cabinet which brought them into a magical room which houses stolen, hidden, or nefarious objects that have been collected over the ages," Harry countered. "When Draco and the other Death Eaters left this room, they use the just-invented Peruvian Darkness Power, which Draco bought from the twins. No one can see through the Darkness Powder except for Draco because he finally has the Hand of Glory which is the perfect counter for the twins' product. The Hand of Glory, of course being something he's pouted for since before our second year. Then the Death Eaters conjured up a magical shield through which no one without a Dark Mark can pass. But even with this impassable shield, some of the Death Eaters stayed and battled the good guys so they can't get to the shield, which they couldn't pass even if it wasn't protected by Death Eaters. While those Death Eaters are fighting the good guys - the ones that couldn't pass through the shield but for some unknown reason, the bad guys still felt the need to keep the good guys from approaching it - one of the Death Eaters ran up to the top of the Astronomy Tower and casts the Dark Mark so that they could complete their plan to lure Dumbledore back to the castle. They knew he was away because their Imperioed spy alerted them that he and I had left. Mind you, the Death Eaters only had an hour or so warning, because no one, not even me, knew that Dumbledore was planning on leaving. Then once that Death Eater cast the Dark Mark, he ran back down and fought against the good guys to help make sure they couldn't reach the shield they couldn't pass anyway.
"When Dumbledore arrived, they sent Draco up to face him," Harry continued his analysis of the Death Eater tactics. "Miraculously, Draco, a sixteen year old kid, was able to disarm the most powerful wizard alive - probably because Dumbledore was busy casting a Full Body Bind on me, even though I saw him take out several fully trained Wizards on two occasions in our fifth year which means he should've been able to cast the hex on me and take care of Draco easily. Next, a number of the Death Eaters left the fight to keep the good guys away from approaching the invisible shield they couldn't pass and join Draco up on the Astronomy Tower to simply watch him assassinate Dumbledore. But, Draco didn't have the nerve and none of these watchers did it either. Which is odd in itself, since they're all a bunch of bootlickers who would've loved the opportunity to kill an unarmed and defenseless Dumbledore so that they could gain their master's favor. They watched dumbly as this ponce," Harry paused and pointed at Draco, "shock and trembleb. All the while, they could've easily killed Dumbledore themselves. Then they watched dumbly while Snape ran up and does the job for them and therefore gains their master's approval. They then initiate their well-thought out escape plan: either run back through the good guys in hopes of returning to the Room of Requirement where they had come in from and use the magical transport device, or run through the good guys and into the Forbidden Forrest - of course they could have just as easily created a Portkey or two of them could have even use the brooms that Dumbledore and I flew on, I mean they were just sitting there in plain sight. But that wasn't in their brilliantly conceived plan and so obviously they couldn't do that. Now the major flaw in their well thought out escape plan is that all the good guys were concentrated at the entrance to the stairs of the Tower because of the plan to keep a Death Eater or two at the entrance to fight off all the good guys from approaching the shield they couldn't pass. So therefore, when the Death Eaters escape; they have to fight their way through every single one of the good guys. If they had simply left their impenetrable shield unguarded, the good guys would've known that they couldn't have passed through it. And since the good guys would need to find another way up the Tower, they would have left the entrance virtually unprotected during their searches.
"So, as you can see, this could be a trap," Harry concluded.
Hermione blinked slowly as she obviously tried to catch up with Harry's train of thought. It was clear by the expression on her face that she hadn't realized, until Harry pointed it out, that the person who came up with the plan to attack Hogwarts and kill Dumbledore had the mental equivalent of a twelve year old on a sugar high. Either that or her expression meant she got a headache from trying to keep up with Harry's explanation.
"Okay, how about we Portkey him to the Ministry and let them deal with him," Hermione offered.
Harry tugged off one of Draco's shoes and placed it near the blond wizard's hand. Hermione tapped it with her wand while incanting "Portus."
After the shoe had been transformed into a Portkey, Harry lifted Draco's limp hand and dropped it on the Portkey. With a pop, Draco vanished from sight.
"Maybe we should've tested how powerful you are now on him," offered Harry. "You know, a Blasting Hex or two just to see if the ritual worked or not."
"Although that is a good idea and I'd love to get a chance to hurt the bastard; he deserves it how he gloated over Cedric's death and what he did to Katie and Madam Rosmerta," Hermione said. "I want him to be awake so he knows that it's a 'Mudblood' kicking his bigoted butt."
Now that that was out of the way, the two lovers continued their way to the castle.
They quickly went to the Headmistress' office and knocked on her door.
"Come in," McGonagall called out. When Harry followed Hermione into the room, he was relieved that McGonagall was alone. The conversation was going to be hard enough without an audience.
"Um, Professor... I..." Hermione stammered. It was obvious that she was nervous and was trying to find a more polite way of saying "Harry shagged my eyes green" to their stern Headmistress.
But before Hermione could continue, McGonagall demanded, "Miss Granger, what happened to your eyes?"
What followed was a very awkward conversation where Harry and Hermione informed McGonagall about the power boosting ritual - but Hermione was the one who did most of the talking because Harry still couldn't bring himself to discuss sex in front of McGonagall. Hermione kept stammering and using vague innuendoes such as "my first blossom." Even though Harry knew what Hermione was describing, he had difficulty following her.
"You performed the Maidenhead Ritual," McGonagall commented, effectively ending Hermione's awkward description.
"You know of it?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, it is somewhat uncommon, but some witches still do it," McGonagall replied. "I did it myself," she added with one of her saucy grins. Harry quickly blocked out the image of the Headmistress' first time. That was something he didn't want to see.
"But that doesn't explain why your eyes are green," McGonagall stated.
"I think it has something to do with Harry," Hermione speculated. "He's rather... powerful."
McGonagall mulled over Hermione's theory for a moment. The Headmistress turned to Dumbledore's painting and asked, "Albus, what are your thoughts?"
"I once heard of an American mage who theorized that pure magic was always colored green," Dumbledore mused aloud. "But I can't seem to remember his name. I recalled that he claimed to be some sort of a reincarnation of Merlin."
"Wasn't that the fellow who had no legs?" McGonagall asked. "The one whose companion had a beard and who only had that one pullover that he constantly wore and carried some kind of glowing cricket bat all the time?" (1)
"Yes, that's the one."
"I don't know, I ever heard his name."
"Well perhaps we'll discover his name at another time." Dumbledore continued, "But coming back to the situation at hand, I've always believed that Harry was powerful, as Miss Granger commented, and that his power has somehow seeped into Hermione and has altered the color of her eyes."
Harry blushed at Dumbledore choice of words even though he doubted that the venerable Headmaster had intended the word "seeped" to have such a double meaning.
"That's what I was thinking," Hermione agreed with Dumbledore. "Harry made a comment that my eyes were hazel ever since we've been together. I think his love based magic has been altering the color slowly and this ritual just accelerated that change. It's probably safe to assume that my eyes will be the same color as Harry's in a short matter of time."
A chill ran through Harry. His love magic was changing Hermione's eye color to match his. Did that mean that his magic was changing Hermione into a copy of him? Would Hermione slowly turn into a copy of Harry? That was something Harry did not like in the slightest. If Hermione turned into him, she'd loose her boobs, and Harry enjoyed playing with her breasts too much for that to happen. And Harry couldn't bear the thought of Hermione's flower turning into a replica of 'Harry, Jr.'
"They do say that the eyes are the windows to the soul," stated Dumbledore. "Harry's love has touched your soul and it is showing that love in your eyes. Besides, I doubt that any other features will change, Miss Granger."
"How can you be sure, sir?" Hermione asked.
"Because, Harry is controlling the change - on a subconscious level of course," Dumbledore replied. "And I can safely assume that Harry doesn't want the rest of you to change."
Both Harry and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. They bid McGonagall and Dumbledore goodbye and left. But before they exited the office, Hermione turned and spoke to the Headmistress.
"Oh, I almost forgot, Professor," Hermione began. "When Harry and I were walking on the school grounds, we found Draco Malfoy."
"Malfoy?" McGonagall shouted. "What the hell was he doing here?"
"We don't know," Hermione replied. "He was unconscious. It was obvious that he was badly beaten and it looked like he had been in the Forbidden Forest for a few days. We created a Portkey and sent him to the Ministry."
"Why didn't you come and get me?" McGonagall asked.
"We thought it was a trap," Harry supplied.
"Good point," McGonagall agreed. "If it was, they'd never expect that we'd just send him to the Ministry without healing his wounds first."
Harry was quite glad that McGonagall agreed with him. He didn't want to repeat the same argument he had given Hermione earlier; just thinking of the overly contrived attack plan gave him a headache. Harry and Hermione said goodbye again and left the office.
As Harry and Hermione walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room, they discussed Dumbledore's revelation.
"That was really nice what Dumbledore said about you power," said Hermione with a bloom to her cheeks. "How you've touched my soul."
"Oh, I thought you were talking about when he said my love 'seeped' into you." Harry said with a wry grin.
"Harry James Potter," scolded Hermione. "You have a dirty mind!"
"It was funny," Harry defended.
After a moment, Hermione snorted "Well, there was a bit of seeping. But a quick Cleaning Charm took care of that."
The two shared a laugh at their naughty joke as they entered the Common Room. They flopped on the couch and held each other as they chuckled. Harry stopped laughing suddenly when he saw a crest-fallen Ron stumble into the Common Room.
"Ron, are you okay?" Hermione asked after she regained her composure.
Ron mumbled a response and shrugged his shoulders.
"Ronald, carry me," Luna's voice requested from the hallway. "It's tradition."
The red haired wizard turned and walked out in the hallway. He returned a second later carrying Luna in his arms. It was fairly obvious what Ron and Luna had done judging by the way he was carrying her.
"Ron, you didn't," Hermione gasped. The defeated look on Ron's face compared to the happy and glowing look on Luna's informed both Harry and Hermione that they in fact did.
"It wasn't my choice," he argued. "Mum made me do it."
"What do you mean?" Hermione demanded.
"It's an old magical tradition," Ron began. "If two people have any type of sex; even if it's just a blow-job or a hand-job, the parents can force the two to marry."
Both Harry and Hermione shared a worried look. Harry wasn't opposed to the idea of marrying Hermione, but the concept of being forced to do so was distasteful. When he married her, it would be on their terms, no on else's. He could tell that Hermione was thinking the same thing.
After setting Luna down, Ron sat on the couch and was lost in his thoughts. Luna eyed Harry and Hermione inquisitively before saying, "I wouldn't worry you two; it's only a pure-blood tradition. It was a way some families made sure their line remained pure. Besides, even if you two were pure-bloods, the tradition clearly states that at least one parent from each side must agree. Seeing that Harry's folks are beyond the veil, they can't really agree now can they?"
A wave of relief passed over Harry and he saw his girlfriend visibly relax. Luna walked up and hugged Hermione comfortingly and said, "Congratulations on consummating your relationship."
Hermione's eyes bulged in surprise at Luna's comment.
"Did you enjoy the sex?" Luna asked and then added, "That was directed at you Hermione, since I know Harry enjoyed it. He's a bloke so it's obvious that he liked it."
"Um... how'd you know?" Harry asked nervously.
"What kind of silly comment is that? I've known you're a man for a while Harry," Luna replied.
"No, no, how did you know about us making love?" Hermione corrected.
"It was clear the way you two reacted when you thought that you would be forced to marry now," Luna answered.
"It's about time, if you ask me," Ron commented dispassionately.
"So, how was the sex?" Luna repeated.
"It was nice, but a touch awkward," Hermione replied softly.
"You should've done what Ronald and I did when we first made love," Luna offered. "When you do it five consecutive times, you get past the awkwardness rather fast."
"Five times, I thought it was six?" Harry asked.
"Harry, please keep up," Luna spoke as if she was speaking with a child. "Hermione and I are discussing intercourse. Ronald and I made love a total of five times - including the accidental sodomy. Yes, Ronald did ejaculate six times, but the first time was in my hand, and that's not true intercourse," Luna paused and caressed her husband's face while commenting softly, "My virile man."
Now that his concern was lifted, Harry turned his attention back to Ron. The red-haired wizard was so sullen looking that Harry thought he was going to cry. Harry didn't know if he'd be able to handle being forced to marry Hermione like Ron was forced to do with Luna. Then it dawned on Harry; yes, he wanted to be married to Hermione on their own terms, but the idea of being married to her was actually very heart lifting. Harry realized that Ron should be happy. Even though it wasn't his idea, Ron was married to a wonderful witch whom he loved and she loved him right back. In all honesty, Ron was overreacting. Harry was about to point this out to Ron when a sudden thought occurred to Harry; he hadn't been invited to his best mate's wedding.
"Why the hell wasn't I invited?" Harry asked Ron in a jovial way. "I'm your best mate; I should've been your Best Wizard!"
"What about me?" Hermione added in an equally humorous way. "I was the one who introduced the couple. I should have been at least invited."
"This isn't funny you two," Ron snapped. "I'm married."
"Actually, it is kind of funny," Luna said dreamily. Where Ron was upset and in shock over the marriage, Luna was taking her new marital status in her usual easy going manner.
"Why did Molly force you two to marry?" Hermione asked.
"My father made us as well, don't forget," Luna informed and plopped down next to her husband.
"I never met your dad, but I thought Molly wouldn't hold to such an archaic pure-blood tradition? Why would your mum even consider doing such a thing?" Harry asked. He always thought that the Weasleys didn't hold themselves to such beliefs.
"I think Molly was just upset her son had his way with me," Luna answered.
"So, you're saying that if Luna just stopped at giving you a hand-job on your first date, your parents could've still forced you to marry?" Hermione asked.
"Only if they found out," Ron replied giving Harry an accusing eye. "Why'd you do that? If Mum hadn't found out, she would have never insisted that we get married."
"Sorry about that," Harry said, not really believing that an apology was necessary. For one reason, the prank he and Hermione pulled on Fred and George was perfect. And the second reason, Ron should consider himself lucky to be with Luna.
"An interesting side note;" Luna stated. "If a pure-blood fools around with a half-blood or a Muggle-born, the tradition doesn't apply."
"I can't believe it!" Ron snapped again. "How the three of you can take this so lightly?"
"What's the big deal?" Harry asked Ron.
"I'm married," Ron answered.
"Do you love Luna?" Hermione asked.
"Yes."
"So what's the big deal?" Harry repeated. "You're married to a beautiful witch who you love and she loves you -"
"And a witch who loves his penis," Luna added. "It really is wonderful; I could play with it for hours and hours."
"You have," Hermione made a comment under her breath about Ron and Luna's day-long shag-fests.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Ron admitted and his worry melted away. Luna showed her appreciation for Ron's realization by snuggling up next to him. At first Harry was happy for his friends and was about to wish them well when he saw Luna's hand slowly inch down toward Ron's trousers.
Harry took Hermione's hand and started to make their way out of the Common Room; he was positive that Luna was going to whip out Ron's willy and Harry had no intention of watching his two friends go at it... again. A happy groan from Ron announced that Harry's speculation was right.
The moment the two lovers entered the hall outside the Common Room, a number of house-elves popped out of thin air.
"Yous be a very bad wizard!" one elf shouted at Harry in a mixture of rage and sadness.
"The bald feline done be violated," another added.
"The One of the Mark do be bad," a third wailed.
"Yous done defiled the Great One!" an elf sobbed.
Harry was stunned; how did they find out so soon? He turned to see if Hermione was as perplexed as he was only to find his girlfriend rolling her eyes at the house-elves comments.
"Yous will pay, One of the Mark!" one threatened.
"Oh, just stuff it," Hermione shouted. "I wanted the One of the Mark to 'violate' the bald feline. And I'm going to do it again!"
Harry jumped in the air triumphantly at Hermione's declaration.
"We's be stopping yous then," one house-elf said defiantly.
"Why bother," Hermione countered. "It's already been done! There's no point in stopping it now."
Hermione took Harry's hand and they turned to face the Fat Lady. At first, it was Harry and Hermione's intention to reenter the Common Room and make their way up to his room to make love. But remembering that Ron and Luna started to become intimate in the Common Room and how fast they worked, Harry imagined Ron already had his new wife bent over the couch and was taking her from behind. So obviously, going through the Common Room was out of the question.
Harry looked around desperately for another place to be intimate. Hermione had promised another go and 'Harry, Jr.' was already starting to wake up. If Harry didn't find another place, 'Harry, Jr.' would be quite irate.
Thankfully, Harry saw salvation. He pointed and declared, "There!"
"A broom cupboard?" Hermione said scandalously as she eyes the small door across the hall. "You want to shag in a broom cupboard?"
"It's a Hogwarts tradition," Harry defended. "Like house rivalry, you have to shag in a cupboard."
With a smile, Hermione replied, "Who am I to go against tradition?"
Harry pushed his way past the house-elves and led Hermione into the tiny and cluttered room. He quickly closed the door behind him and the elves pleas and cries became muffled. Hermione drew out her wand and waved it at the door. Suddenly, the elves cries were silenced as she placed a Silencing Charm on the door.
The only light in the cupboard filtered through the bottom of the door. It was a tight squeeze and Harry didn't have much room to move, but he was up for the challenge.
He took Hermione's face in his hands and lovingly kissed her lips. Their tongues played with each other for a while and Harry's hand began to wander down. His fingers worked in the near darkness on the buttons of Hermione's blouse. Because of the cramped space, Harry wasn't able to remove her bra fully. But that didn't stop him from pulling it down enough to expose 'Camilla' and 'Natasha.' He trailed kisses down her neck and chest until he reached her wonderful nubs. Hermione groaned pleasurably as Harry played with each of her nipples in turn.
Harry knelt down - which caused a couple of pails to rub against his back. He reached up inside of her skirt and pulled her panties down. Hermione had to place her hand on Harry's shoulder for support as she stepped out of her knickers. Harry took one of his lover's legs and guided it so that it was draped over his shoulder. Holding the front of her skirt up, Harry dove in. He worked his Parseltongue magic on her flower. Within a minute, Hermione was grabbing fistfuls of Harry's hair and her knee was shaking.
After she was good and wet, Harry stood and freed /'Harry, Jr.'/. The organ sprang out of Harry's pants and was more than eager to play. Even though it was very dark in the cupboard, Harry was able to see a wicked smile on Hermione's lips. The brunette witch turned around and stuck her bottom out at Harry.
"Take me from behind," Hermione said throatily.
Harry gulped and braced himself. He was about to blindly follow through with Hermione's command. He knew it would hurt her, but he wondered how much it would hurt him. He reckoned that that particular entrance was rather tight. He knew that he'd have to lubricate himself up before entering her nether hole. Would his spit be enough for the job? Would it be considered uncouth to spit a loogie on his own willy? It was also supposed to be a very messy way to have sex. Would Hermione be mad if Harry performed a Cleaning Charm on her bum as if he was saying she wasn't hygienic enough?
But then Harry suddenly remembered something. He remembered that Hermione stated very clearly that she was in no way interested in anal sex. He was so caught up in the moment that he had forgotten that.
"Harry, I'm waiting," Hermione moaned out and she playfully rubbed her bottom against him. Now Harry was very confused; he remembered that Hermione said no anal, but now she was propositioning him to do just that.
"Um, I thought you said never that way?" Harry asked, still confused as to what Hermione was suggesting.
"Take me from behind," Hermione repeated in an annoyed fashion. "Not 'take my behind'. Just go slowly, I'm still a little sore."
"Oh," Harry replied.
With one hand around the base of 'Harry, Jr.' and the other on Hermione's round bottom, Harry rubbed his crown up and down Hermione's vulva, smearing her juices on his tip. He felt Hermione shiver with delight and he decided to continue teasing his girlfriend. After a few moments of this action, Hermione hissed out "When I said /'go slowly'/, I didn't mean this slowly."
"You want me to stop this?" Harry asked playfully as he slid his crown over her nether lips again.
"Hurry up and stick that fucking thing in me!" Hermione commanded.
"Do you really want it?" Harry asked and he could see Hermione nod her head. Even though he was more than happy to comply with Hermione's wishes, he was turned on when she used foul language and he wanted her to talk dirty to him some more. "Tell me how badly you want it."
"I can't handle it anymore," Hermione began. "I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside my wet quim."
And that was good enough for Harry. Gently, he pushed his way inside of her. Hermione groaned out as Harry stretched out her inner walls. Slowly and rhythmically, Harry made love to her.
"Slowly, that's it. It feels so effing good. I love it inside me," Hermione moaned out. "Does my pussy make your willy feel good? Does it make you want to cum?"
He wanted to thrust and pound away inside of her. But she had warned him to go slow and Harry fought the urge. It didn't help that Hermione's dirty talk was driving Harry mad.
"Fuck me slow, Harry," she purred and Harry felt his balls begin to seize up.
"Hermione, I'm gonna cum," warned Harry.
"Do it Harry, cum in me," she commanded.
With a primal shout, Harry released himself. Panting, he removed himself from Hermione's flower.
"Did you like that?" Hermione asked and turned around.
"It was fantastic," Harry said and pulled her to him. "Now, did you like it?"
"Very much so," Hermione admitted. "It was much more enjoyable the second time. In fact, I was very close to climaxing."
"How close?"
"Very," Hermione answered. "I'd say about a minute or two, no more."
Harry looked down and silently asked 'Harry, Jr.' if it was ready for another go. The organ struggled and bravely stood as if it was saying "I'm ready, Cap'n! For Queen and Country and all that!"
/ /Confident that he could last for another minute or two, Harry guided Hermione so that she was leaning against the wall.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked in surprise. When he reentered her flower, Hermione muttered a barely audible "Oh, my."
He knew he wouldn't last long, but Harry wanted to make Hermione happy. He wanted desperately to return the pleasure she had given him. Every muscle in his body tensed up as he forced himself to stay erect for just a while longer. His cum and her juices coated his penis as he slid in and out.
In the dim light, Harry could see her now mostly green eyes sparkle with desire and love. He felt her walls tighten around his member. Hermione wasn't lying when she told him that she was close. In a short matter of time, Hermione screamed out as her ecstasy claimed her. She bucked and she reached out for something to grab on to help her remain standing.
Unfortunately, that something was a broom that was just leaning against the wall. Not only did the broom not support Hermione, but because of her orgasm, she accidentally swung the broom... directly at Harry's head. With a loud crack, the broom handle struck Harry's head - right above his left eye.
The two lovers began to crash to the ground. On their way down, their bodies hit a number of cleaning tools and supplies, sending them to the ground as well. Pots, pails, and brooms landed on top of Harry and Hermione.
Mind you, during the fall, Hermione was still riding her orgasm. She bucked and thrashed on top of Harry as the various items rained down on them.
After everything had settled - both the cleaning supplies and Hermione's orgasm, Harry asked "How was it for you?"
"Besides being pelted with brooms and whatnot," Hermione breathed out. "It was a little squishy the second time. But I really liked it."
It took them a while to untangle themselves from each other and the brooms, but when they stood, Hermione magically cleaned herself and Harry. After dressing, Harry opened the door to find that the house-elves had not left. In fact, they had set up an impromptu candlelight vigil. Each one of the elves was dressed from head to toe in black rags, some were even softly crying.
Hermione pushed passed the group and led Harry to the Great Hall.
"Let's get something to eat," Hermione said. "I'm hungry."
When they arrived at the Great Hall, two plates of food were waiting for them. Harry assumed that one of the house-elves had heard Hermione's comment about being hungry and they had prepared some food for them. Each plate had a note card with their names on it, indicating whose plate was whose. It was also obvious that the house-elves acted on their threat to get revenge on Harry for having sex with the Great One.
Hermione's plate - the note card was marked "The Great One" in elegant writing - was loaded with luscious looking fruits, scrumptious kippers, and fluffy pastries. Harry's plate - the attached note card had a very crude drawing of a stick figure being hung by its neck - was covered in rotting fruit, burnt-to-a-crisp kippers, and pastriesthat looked like they had been already chewed and spat out onto his plate.
"Well, I guess they don't like you very much," Hermione stated as she compared the two plates of food.
Seeing that Harry's food was inedible, Hermione graciously shared her food with him. While they ate, Hermione continuously looked at the large bump and accompanying bruise on Harry's forehead caused by the broom.
"Don't worry about it," Harry consoled her. "I've had worse."
"Yes, but I've never cause one," fretted Hermione.
"It was an accident," Harry pointed out.
"But I still feel sorry," Hermione pouted.
"Alright then, you can make it up to me," offer Harry in a knowing tone.
Hermione blushed and scooted closer to Harry.
"Would you like for me to make it up to you right now?" Hermione cooed in Harry's ear.
Harry was very keen on that idea. He imagined Hermione disappearing under the table and giving him head in penance for the accident. But he knew that 'Harry, Jr.' was too damn tired and it would be fruitless to do so.
"Maybe a rain check?" Harry asked.
In response, Hermione kissed Harry on the lips.
"Am I interrupting?" a familiar voice asked.
Harry looked up to see Tonks standing across the table. He was suddenly very happy that 'Harry, Jr.' was sleepy; if the organ had been up for Hermione's offer, Tonks would've walked in to see Hermione slide under the table.
"Tonks, you look beautiful!" Hermione commented. At first, Harry didn't notice anything unusual about the Auror. She was wearing clothes a punk rocker would wear and her hair was bright blue; it was her normal look and Harry didn't think that merited Hermione's comment. But then he saw a rosy glow to Tonks' face that accented her natural beauty.
"Remus proposed," Tonks stated and her glow grew brighter.
Hermione shot out of her seat and rushed over to Tonks. The brunette witch threw her arms around Tonks.
"That's wonderful, Tonks," Hermione cheered.
Harry followed Hermione's lead and hugged Tonks.
"Of course, he had to because of the baby," Tonks commented. "But I still said yes."
The three shared a laugh for a moment. Tonks' eyes bulged when she finally noticed the bruise on Harry's head.
"Either you did something bad or you did something very good to deserve that," the Auror said to Harry. Harry tried to act cool and composed, but he felt his face heat up. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Hermione's face become flush.
"Oh, he did something really good, then," Tonks quipped. "Did he make you cum?" she asked Hermione.
"Tonks!" Hermione scolded.
Then a wicked grin appeared on Tonks' face. She quickly looked directly into Harry's eyes then into Hermione's.
"He's shagged your eyes green!" Tonks heralded at the top of her lungs.
"Let me see," Luna requested as she and Ron walked into the Great Hall. The blonde witch walked up to Hermione and cooed "Oh, they're beautiful."
"Are they different?" Ron asked.
"Yes Ron," Hermione said in a perturbed manner. "They used to be completely brown."
"I never noticed," admitted Ron.
Hermione rolled her eyes at her red-haired friend.
"Anyway, I'm here to drop this off," Tonks said and she handed Hermione a small pink and blue envelope. "It's an invitation to an emergency baby shower."
"Who's having a baby?" Luna asked.
"I am," Tonks answered and raised her shirt so that she could proudly show her belly.
"And she and Remus are going to get married," Hermione added and Tonks' smile somehow got even brighter.
"Congratulations," both Ron and Luna cheered.
"When are you due?" Luna asked.
"About two months," Tonks said.
"Two months!" Luna said with surprise. "But you're not even showing!"
"Yeah, these two effed up and tricked us into performing a ritual that made me preggers and accelerated the fetus' growth," explained Tonks. Luna nodded her head along with Tonks' explanation while Ron just looked like he only understood "effed" and "preggers".
"You know one of the things a pregnant witch needs is a lot of potassium, right?" Luna asked.
"Among a load of other things," Tonks stated.
"Well a wizard's semen has a high amount of potassium in it," Luna said.
"Luna!" Hermione cried in shock.
"It's true," Luna defended. "At a certain point in her pregnancy, Tonks won't be able to have sex, but she can still pleasure Professor Lupin and help herself out..."
"By swallowing," concluded Tonks. Harry could tell by the mischievous look in her eyes that Remus was going to have a fun and enjoyable two months ahead of him.
Trying to get past the awkward conversation about oral sex and pregnancy, Hermione held up the invitation and said, "I'll be there."
"Oh, you can come too Luna," Tonks said.
"Why can't we come?" Ron asked indicating both he and Harry.
"Do you want to hang around a bunch of witches as we talk about dirty nappies and stretch marks?" asked Tonks.
"Um, no," Ron answered.
"Besides, I thought about making it a shower for wizards and witches," Tonks continued. "But when I fire-called your brothers Fred and George, they freaked out. They had blindfolded themselves for some reason and when I mentioned a shower they asked if any old witches would be there. I said that there would and they started to panic. So I decided to just invite witches."
Harry felt a sense of pride warm his heart. The prank he and Hermione had pulled was still working and it had obviously scarred Fred and George.
"When is the shower?" Luna inquired.
"Tomorrow night," Tonks informed her.
"That soon?" Hermione asked.
"I did say it was an emergency shower," Tonks said.
"I'm sorry, I can't go," Luna said. "Ronald and I are having dinner with Daddy."
"First dinner alone with your girlfriend's dad, huh?" Tonks asked in a frisky way.
"Actually, we're married now," Luna corrected.
"Wow, you two move fast," commented Tonks.
"You don't know the half of it," added Harry.
"Well the first meeting is always the most awkward," Tonks began. "It was a disaster when I took Remus to see my folks. They weren't too keen on me dating someone thirteen years older than me."
"Hell, the first time I met Luna's dad, he forced me to marry her," Ron explained.
"Okay, you two win the awkwardness award," Tonks retorted. "But my dad was pretty furious that Remus was about only ten years younger than him..."
As Tonks continued her story of the first time Remus met her folks, Harry noticed that Hermione had a peculiar look on her face.
"Are you okay?" Harry whispered in Hermione's ear.
"Yes, but I've just realized that we need to do something," Hermione paused and looked Harry straight in the eye. "I think its time for you to meet my parents."
Being a true Gryffindor, Harry suppressed the urge to run like hell.
To Be Continued
Footnote (1): if anyone can guess this reference, they will receive an internet cookie!
Author's Notes: Sorry about the long delay in updating, but I was having some issues with real life. |
Title: 17 Brothers
Tags: Fantasm, Pregnant
Introduction:
Fertile. Raw. Creampie. Incest. Little sister. Impregnation. Cum only diet. Gangbang. Sperm. Egg. Ovulating. Always pregnant. Baby making machine.
Content:
Mom: Honey, now that you’re 18, we need to add some chores to your daily routine, unless you wanna pay rent.
Abby: Oh, what chores?
Mom: The boys have so much energy, and we’re running through so many tissues and paper towels, that we need a new way to handle all that spunk they’re releasing. They are producing so much sperm, it hurts. So you need to work it out of them and guzzle it all down. Flushing it will ruin the pipes in this old house, so you have to digest it. I know you haven't started ovulating yet, but when you do, it's gonna hit hard, so we can't have you fuck them. Are you ok with that?
Abby: It hurts them, and I can help?
Mom: Yep! That’s right! You’re gonna be their sperm toilet!
Abby: I guess I can do it.
Mom: Splendid! Boys? Can you all come in here?
As rowdy as they are, they still obey their mother.
Jacob: Yes mom?
Mom: I was just talking with Abby and she’s agreed to help you out with your hormonal urges. I know all of you boys have needs, and frankly, we can’t afford all the tissues, but Abby has stepped up to the plate! She is gonna save us a fortune!
Abby: I’m gonna drink their spunk?
Mom: Abby’s gonna drink your spunk!
Matt: Woah, mom! Are you serious?
Mom: We all have chores to do, and she says it’s fine, so unless you want to do it…
Matt: What?! No, Abby, you got this.
Mom: As a girl, semen is really good for you, it makes you very attractive, so drink plenty!
Abby: What does it taste like?
Mom: Boys, wanna show her?
Mike: Shit, I’ll do it.
Mike had already beaten off twice today, but at that age, anything would excite him.
Mike: Y’all wanna watch, or what?
Mom: Just to guide her through the process, then you may do as you please.
Abby: Mom, does it taste good?
Mom: I love it, but it takes some getting used to.
Abby: I wanna try!
Mike pulls out his junk, already hard, and presses it against Abby’s lips. She’s stunned and pulls back, getting a better look at his penis.
Abby: Wow, this is what it looks like? It’s way different than the diagram.
Mom: It’s called his penis.
Mike: You can call it a cock.
Jordan: Dick.
Abby: I’m learning so much!
Mom: Go ahead and put it into your mouth, honey.
She plants the head on her tongue and tries to speak.
Abby: Like that?
Mom: You’re doing good, honey, just work it into your mouth.
Abby bobs her head a few times.
Abby: This good?
Mom: Mike, what do you think?
Mike: It’s good, just a little faster.
Mom: Always talk and ask, they’ll tell you what they like.
Abby bobs her head faster, getting the hang of it.
Mom: That’s it, honey, you’re doing great!
Mike: So where should I, do you want, like…
Mom: Let’s let her see it, the first time. Hold out your hands, honey.
Mike pulls out and jerks off into her hands. The first few shots miss and glaze her face to her chest, staining her t-shirt. She winces. Finally, a few drops land in her palms. She touches it and rubs it between her fingers.
Mom: Do you want to taste it?
She looks at her fingers and sees strings of cum going across and licks them.
Abby: Egh.
Mom: The taste is kinda strange, huh?
Abby: You said you like it?
Mom: It does take some getting used to.
Abby: Mom, why don’t you do this?
Mom: I am already full of your fathers hot spunk. His loads are ginormous, it’s why I keep getting pregnant. I have to swallow everything unless I want to get pregnant again.
Abby: So just swallow spunk, right mom?
Mom: Right. Before and after school, and before bed. Honey, you need to clean what’s on your face, go ahead and swallow it, ok? No more paper towels.
Abby cleans herself. Jacob is already slapping his cock on her mouth.
Jacob: Go ahead and open up. I’ve got a load to dump.
She sets it on her tongue and bobs slowly. He wants to go faster and skull fucks her. She is quick to gag. This forces him to only enjoy the front portion of her mouth, with his head rubbing against her tongue. She feels it tense, swell, and throb. She creates a vacuum and holds her tongue against his cock as it fires straight on to it.
Abby (thinking): Oh my god, I can see what she means. It does taste good, but in a weird way.
She pulls away from his cock and swishes it in her mouth. Her tongue splashes in the pool. She opens her mouth out of curiosity and the boys can see she’s holding a mouthful, then knocks it back.
Abby: Wow, not bad.
The boys were solid. Jordan grabs her hair and aims his cock at her mouth, she is quick to take it. She looks over and notices she’s already grabbed onto Matt’s cock and is stroking it, the same way Ethan is. She looks forward and sees a blur, her eyes can’t focus because Jordan’s stomach is too close to her. She decides to close her eyes. This heightened the taste of spunk as Jordan dumps his load on her tongue. The taste makes her salivate. Tingles reach her brain.
Abby: Woah, I’ve never felt that before.
Matt cums from her handjob and glazes her thigh to face.
Abby: My clothes! If you keep doing that, I’m gonna have to take it off.
Ethan erupts all over her, spraying her down.
Abby: Oh my god!
She tries licking it off her clothes but the fabric tastes bad.
Abby: All that good spunk wasted, why did you have to do that?
The rest of the boys spray her in spunk. Glazing her from head to toe. She tries to catch some on her tongue and gets a few drops. Then she cleans what’s easy, but backs off most of her clothes.
Abby: Ok, so these clothes are ruined.
She undresses in front of them. She’s too flat to wear a bra, and is down to just her panties and socks. The boys stare.
Abby: What? You guys are already half naked. Do you have to stare at my body?
Mike: Yeah, we kinda do…
They start walking closer, Oliver puts his hands on her back and belly, then slides down, touching and playing with her underwear. Liam massages her neck and shoulders. Noah rubs her thigh and slowly creeps up. Benjamin tries to tear off her panties but ends up giving her a loin cloth.
Abby: Oh my god, who did that?
Lucas: She didn’t say stop.
The boys got more aggressive with their rubbing. Some even pressing their cocks right up against her. Noah has a hand rubbing her ass. Their cocks are solid once again. She drops to her knees and blows Noah. She feels several hands all over her ass, and some of their fingers brush against her pussy. Noah cums in her mouth and she makes sure to swallow. They watch as his cock pulsates in her mouth, eager to do the same.
Liam: Me next.
Benjamin: Damn it!
Lucas: Lets just do this quickly!
The boys start beating off faster. Abby grabs the next boy and sucks him only for a few seconds until he starts spewing. It pours onto her tongue and she swallows. The next cock. She gets it down her throat and is hit with another hot blast. Thick hot gobs of her brothers spunk race into her stomach. Soon to be digested and become a part of her.
Henry: I’m cumming!
Alexander: Me too!
She holds her mouth open and catches two fat loads at once. She brings her hand over her mouth to prevent any spillage and chokes it down.
Abby: Oh god, my stomach! I need to throw up.
Jack: Hold on, I’m gonna cum!
He shoves it into her mouth and plugs her throat as she tries to vomit. She tries coughing but is unable to. He grabs her by the hair and thrusts into her face, nutting deep in her throat, shoving down what she’s trying to throw up. He holds her there until she quits heaving, then removes his cock and covers her mouth with his hand, forcing her to swallow. It takes five giant gulps to finish.
Abby: I can’t throw it up? I have to digest it, don’t I?
Jack: Yes, you have no choice.
She stares at a wall of hard cocks, and takes one after another, letting their semen pile up in her stomach. Hours pass. She has swallowed over fifty loads. Her stomach is bulging and she has gained six pounds.
Abby: I need a break.
The boys show mercy but remain horny. She sits on the toilet, cramping up, but nothing passes. She dry heaves and vomits into her mouth, but she manages to swallow it back down, not spilling a drop.
Abby: Don’t throw up, don’t throw up!
Mom: Dinner time!
Abby walks in, stomach bulging and stained in cum. Her loin cloth is soaking.
Abby: Ugh, I can’t eat anything! I’m stuffed!
Mom: Oh my god, Abby! Your stomach is bulging out! I guess they really do take after your father! God, I can’t imagine seventeen times that amount! Not to mention a little extra from puberty; girl, try not to get fat!
Abby: Let me just sit with you guys as I curl up in a blanket.
Mom: Aww, are you sick?
Abby: I wanna throw up.
Mom: Guess your stomach is full then, no choice but to take it up the ass!
Abby: Seriously?
Mom: Think about it!
The boys relent for the rest of the night, and plan to save up until next time. Morning comes. Abby is slim again having digested all that semen.
Mom: Wake up sleepy head.
Abby: Mom?
Mom: Remember, before school.
Abby: Aww, alright.
She turns to Alex, and plops his morning wood into her mouth as he’s sleeping. Not even a minute of sucking and she has collected her first load. Then she moves to Mason, then Noah, then Benjamin. And so on and so forth. Sucking them all to completion before they even wake up. She sits there shaking. The sperm has her cramped up, but she fights it.
Henry: Woah, I had a crazy dream.
Oliver: Me too. About what we did yesterday. Abby, how do you feel?
Abby: Thirsty.
Abby wants seconds. She kneels by the door and the boys in that room dump their load down her throat as they head down for breakfast. Abby waits by the next door and sucks them all off too. Swallowing everything.
Daniel: Abby, did you give us good dreams?
Abby: I did!
Daniel: I want that every day for the rest of my life!
Abby: That good, huh?
Abby collects their fee as they pass through the door, and eventually makes her way down for breakfast.
Mom: Want some bacon, honey?
Abby: No thanks, neither.
Mike: Bacon honey, I’ll try that!
Abby: Mom, I’m stuffed! I took two loads from them, each!
Oliver: It was those dreams!
She shows off her fat belly.
Mom: Dang! Guess I don’t need to pack a lunch for you then!
Abby: I think I’ll survive.
This goes on for months. Abby becomes increasingly brazen with her task. Her outfits are always skimpy, without panties, and the boys love to feel her up; yet, their cocks have only entered her mouth. Every drop of semen her 17 brothers release is guzzled down. Swallowing nothing but semen for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Plus a midnight snack. She has developed a craving for it. An addiction. The pheromones send her ovaries into overdrive. She is the first home and waits by the front door.
Abby: Price of admission is one spunk, please!
Jack: What, like, by the front door, are you crazy?
Abby: Sorry sir, I need one spunk to let you pass.
It didn’t take much convincing. What’s there to think about? Instant blowjob. She kneels there and collects their toll as they pass through. Load after load fills her stomach, paying their fee to get in.
Abby: Thank god, I was starving!
Daniel: Hey, mom! Can I invite some friends over? I think they might wanna meet Abby.
Mom: What a great idea! I mean, if it’s ok with Abby.
Abby: Sure. It’s fine.
Daniel: So, do you think like you’re gonna help em out or…
Abby: Yeah, I’m gonna suck em off. Duh.
The boys look at each other.
Daniel: Mom, it might be a lot of people!
Mom: If it’s ok with Abby, go ahead!
They all start texting for seven minutes. Abby’s breath shortens, she’s shaking in nervousness.
Abby: I should go change. I wanna look nice for our guests.
She comes back with electrical tape over her nipples in an x, and an utterly useless and tiny loin cloth. She folded one strand of black electrical tape over a string and cut it one inch long in the front, and another, two inches long in the back. It covers her clit down to her pussy lips and no more. She wears it loosely. She’s dancing as she joins the boys in the living room. Loin cloth swinging from side to side. She gives a few pelvic thrusts to really rub their face in it. They get hard quickly.
Jack: I gotta have that ass.
Abby: Ooh, this ass hole, huh? You want it?
She turns and spreads her cheeks.
Abby: You’re gonna have to get it all lubed up first! Just get the tip in and squirt it in me.
Jack presses the head against her asshole and starts jerking.
Abby: You can get it in a little bit!
The head plops in and his nut fills her ass.
Abby: This could work…
He jams it in and fucks her in the ass in front of everyone. Finally cumming a second time. Sebastion is quick to take his place. He is nutting in no time. He pulls it out and a little strand of semen trickles over her pussy.
Abby: Hollly shit. Wow.
Levi grabs her by the back of the head and she instantly clings to his cock.
Henry: She’s acting a little…
There’s a knock at the door. More people flood the room. Soon, she is taking a strangers cock in two of her holes.
Abby: Oh god, fill me up! Let me be your sperm toilet!
More sperm fills her body. Another knock at the door.
Abby: Oh my god! It itches! This hole! Oh my god!
She rubs her pussy for all to see.
Abby: I need to shove something down in here! Oh god, I shouldn’t. I could have a baby! Wait! Mom said I'm not ovulating yet!
Levi: Yeah, you haven’t had your period yet!
Mike: This might be your last chance!
Abby: Or my first ovulation…
Another boy finishes in her ass, and semen leaks into her pussy.
Abby: Oh god, sperm is touching my pussy!
Her legs shake.
Abby: Ugh, I don’t know what to do! Mom?!
Mom: Woah, that’s a lot of people, Abby! You are being very generous!
Abby: Mom, it really itches down there. I kinda wanna try… fucking?
Mom: Honey, that hole is for when you really love someone, you want that moment to be special.
Abby: Oh but, I really need to like, do something now! Am I gonna get pregnant?
Her mom looks at the sea of cocks all dripping precum, and stares in envy. She knows the answer and wants nothing more than for her daughter to be impregnated this day. It’s hot. Too perfect. Her daughters virgin pussy, awakened for the first time, dropping hard boiled eggs, starving for semen, and the room full of hard cocks and full balls, it just has to happen.
Mom: Honey, you’re right at that age. It could be your last safe day, or the most fertile you will ever be in your life. Promise me this, if you get pregnant, try to have a girl. We have enough boys, and you could use some help!
Abby: Mom, I’m so horny, I don’t know what to do! I just feel really horny right now. Mom, I’m sorry if I get pregnant. I don’t think I can help it! Oh god, someone please! Please fuck my pussy! God, I don’t care if I get pregnant! You can cum wherever. Just get it inside of me!
Mom: Careful, honey! Hyperovulation runs in this family, you could get doubly or triply pregnant!
Abby: Nooh my god! Shit!
Mom: Oh, actually it’s even worse! Yeah, you could drop four or five eggs at once! Plus that sperm only diet you’re on may have sent signals to your brain, getting you extra ready for conception. And each one could be twins or triplets! Not to mention extreme sperm density, which I bet your brothers all have. You could get mega pregnant!
Her pussy quivers. The mom goes back to the kitchen but keeps tabs on them.
Abby: Oh god! I can’t!
She continues to get pounded in the ass. Another load fills her up and it drips onto her pussy. She tries to flex her pussy to drink it in, the warmth makes her shiver. They double penetrate her as she intermittently rubs her pussy, feeling embarrassed to do so. Then she gets filled with another two loads of spunk.
Abby: I want it so bad! Sperm is already leaking into my pussy, I might get pregnant anyway!
Daniel: You might be fine with a little bit, that wont impregnate all your eggs.
Abby: Oh god, please! I want it!
Daniel: Nah, we don’t want to get you pregnant.
He secretly gives Jacob a fist bump.
Abby: Oh god! I need it so bad! I need someone to fuck me!
Daniel: That’s a lot of precum, Abby. You don’t think that’s gonna be an issue?
Abby: Maybe if you just don’t cum inside?
She looks at all of their cocks and watches precum hang down and drip on the floor.
Abby: Oh fuckk! Please get me pregnant! Please knock me up! Fertilize all of my eggs! Make them all twins and triplets! Quadruplets! Oh god! Please fuck me! All of you! Cum inside of me! Let me have your babies! Everyone’s sperm bucket for the whole town! Knock me up! Knock me up! Knock me up! Knock me up! Knock me up!
Mom: Careful honey, getting pregnant is really addicting! You might wind up always pregnant! An impregnation addict! You don’t wanna be a perpetually knocked up slut, do you?
Abby: Yes mom! I do! I can’t help it! I’m an impregnation addict with a hungry womb!
Jacob can’t handle it. He doesn’t ask, but consent was clearly given. He drives into her, busting her cherry and bottoming out against her cervix. He presses it down.
Jacob: Fuuuck!! That is unreal! Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!
Abby: Do it inside! Breed me!
Hot ropes of cum glaze her womb and start to pile up. Abby’s eyes cross and her teeth clench, this high would sell at a premium. Suddenly, he pulls out, and another cock fills her pussy. Some of the strangers are on the phone, texting.
Abby: Oh god, it’s so hot! Are you gonna fill me up too?
Matt: Yup! We’re all gonna knock you up! You’re gonna take our sperm every day until you move out! You’re never gonna have a period! Always pregnant!
Abby: Always pregnant!
Matt holds deep and fires into her cervix. Another fat load of dense swimmers begin the hunt. The boys know not to hold up the line and keep themselves right at the tipping point. Ethan is next, he enters her and fucks her for only four or five seconds before dumping the fattest load of his life inside of her. It will be many of their fattest, most virile loads.
Ethan: That got you pregnant for sure!
Abby: You promise?
Ethan: Double triplets.
Abby: Nice.
Daniel is up next, he strokes it to near completion and jams it in just in time. Throbbing hot sticky semen into her womb.
Abby: More! More!
Mike: Ight, this is gonna be a lot, I’m sorry.
Mike’s balls are swollen, his sperm production is painful, and he has used more than his fair share of tissues in the past. He jams it in and pumps into her. Filling his tiny ovulating younger sister with his ginormous thick load. Usually he has to be careful, but today he just lets it go. Cumming hard without care. The sheer volume stretches her womb.
Jordan: She’s gonna have your kids for sure!
Mike throbs and throbs for nearly a full minute.
Mike: That was a lot, I’m sorry.
Abby: That felt sooo good.
Mike pulls out and Jordan enters.
Jordan: So how many eggs do you have left?
Abby: A dozen! A hundred! Plenty! Just keep knocking me up!
Jordan ejaculates hard inside Abby, adding to the pile. Getting his raffle ticket. Jack is up next. He doesn’t waste any time. He grabs her hips and slams into her. Giving her long and powerful strokes, then presses down her cervix and ejaculates, inflating her womb even further. Then her cervix closes up tight, keeping everything inside. Alexander is next. His cock lines up with her tightened cervix and makes a seal. His powerful eruption forces her cervix open, making her womb drink it.
Abby: Sperm! So much sperm in my unprotected fertile ovulating little pussy! This is really unsafe.
Her mind replays the impregnation documentary she saw at school, flashing waves and waves of sperm before her eyes. The moment of conception replays in her mind. Sperm penetrating eggs, over and over. Then reality hits her and she watches the bulge in her womb dance around as Alexander continues fill her up.
Abby: It’s gonna fertilize my eggs. I’m gonna have so many babies!
Matt: And this is just the first round!
Henry brings her to missionary. He tries to go slow and enjoy himself, but her hot pussy is too much to handle. Nonetheless, he makes sure to dump it inside of her womb. Oliver barely makes it. He nudges Henry out of the way and throbs relentlessly inside his sisters pussy.
Abby: So much sperm, so many eggs, so many babies!
Lucas: Still not satisfied?
Abby: I can’t help it, I just want more and more!
Lucas pummels her pussy, using her like a toy, just trying to get off. She clamps down and trembles. He buries himself to the hilt and fills her womb. Millions more swimmers join the party. Matt looks at his phone and quietly lets more people inside. Friends of friends, and their friends and family. They were all looking to impregnate.
Abby: Are you boys gonna help get me pregnant? Cum quick, ok? These guys have had a head start.
Some of the new strangers pull out their phones. Others are quick to join the party. Abby gets triple penetrated immediately.
Abby: Mmm! Mmmmm!
Abby is moaning in pleasure, and is eager to taste cum once again. She tries to suck it out of him. His cock becomes sensitive and he pulls back, and she uses a little bit of teeth to bring him back in. He gets the message and nuts directly on her tongue. She swallows. The cocks in her ass and pussy erupt at the same time, and they quickly move to the next. Two guys approach her head at once, jerking off. She tilts her head back and catches both loads at the same time. But before she swallows, another load gets added to the mix. Then another. And another. Nine loads later, she swallows, then holds her tongue out for more.
Abby: Feed me! I want more!
Sperm begins dogpiling on her eggs. Fighting to get in. Still more soldiers get thrown into the fray. Hours pass. It’s dark out. The party is going strong. Hundreds of people are over. Abby has taken thousands of loads and is filled with trillions of sperm. Gallons of semen. Forty pounds of spunk. Her belly is large and heavy. Cum has maxed out in all three holes. Her eggs bathe in sperm. Matt watches as she tries to swallow. Her ass and pussy continuously leak. Her loin cloth got lost a long time ago.
Matt: We did it, guys! She’s full!
Abby wants to talk, but struggles with what’s in her mouth.
Ethan: Guess we have no choice but to leave the package by the door.
They finish the night with a massive bukkake. She kneels on the carpet and gets showered with her tongue out to catch what she can.
Abby: Oh my god, it feels so tingly! It feels hot! Burning hot! Sperm are all over my eggs! They’re stabbing them! Choking them out! The egg walls wont last much longer! It’s coming in! I’m being impregnated! I’m being impregnated right now! It’s. Penetrating. My. Egg. Oh god! It burns!
Mom: That’s exactly how it feels, you may even feel it split and become twins or triplets.
Abby: I feel something, it’s like it’s pulling in. I think it’s gonna split!
Mom: You may feel like a little pop!
She feels a series of pops like she’s cracking her knuckles.
Abby: Oh god, I just felt like five pops!
Her mother grins.
Mom: That sounds like six babies!
Abby: It’s burning! It’s still burning!
Abby is writhing on the floor, frying her receptors with dopamine. She is drooling under the pleasure. Her jaw is sore from clenching. Still getting bukkaked.
Abby: It’s still not done! It’s happening again! It feels so hot! Like a needle! Fuck! It’s knocking me up! Oh god, sperm is impregnating me right now!
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Abby: It’s gonna be quadruplets! Oh my god! Oh my god! This is too much! I’m gonna die!
The boys and their mom stare as she gets impregnated.
Abby: Nine babies, and it’s not even done! They’re at two of my eggs! It’s gonna happen again! Fuuuuck!! A double impregnation! It feels so good! It’s like lightning from my head to my womb! Both eggs! Both eggs at the same time! How many eggs do I have?!
The boys were solid once again. Their balls churn. Ready to bathe her remaining eggs in sperm. Then their dad walks in.
Dad: Hey guys, I just got more tissues and paper towels so we don’t need to do that thing with Abby just yet. Lotta cars out there, did you see? HOLY HELL WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE??!!!
Abby: III’mmm gggeettttiiiiiinnnnggg kkkknnnnoooocccckkkeeeeeddddd uuuuuuuppp.
Mom: Hey handsome. Abby is just having a little impregnation party.
Dad: An impregnation party, and you didn’t invite me?
Mom: Who else is gonna do the grand finale?
Abby: Guys, I think I’m gonna ovulate again!
Mom: Now’s your chance!
Abby: Daddy? Are you gonna knock me up too?
Dad: Well honey, I’m gonna try.
Mom: He is definitely gonna knock you up.
Abby: Oh my god, daddies babies! Daddies babies! I’m ovulating daddy! I’m dropping another egg! It’s coming out right now! Don’t you wanna knock up your own little daughter?
Dad: Mmm, I’m gonna give you so many babies. I hope you can handle my cock!
He pulls down his pants and it’s monstrous. Thirteen inches long and thick as a wine bottle. His huge balls are heaving, heavy, and sagging down his thighs. Like softballs, they look large even compared to his cock. She watches as it bobs up and down, slowly getting pumped with blood. It makes her pussy tingle.
Abby: Daddy, I have one egg left. It’s yours.
He enters her and she screams.
Abby: Ayyyeeee!!! Daddy!
He presses deeper into her. He finds her cervix, but still half his cock needs to be submerged.
Dad: Hold your breath honey.
She does as she’s told, and before she can even wonder “why?”, he rams through her cervix in one strong thrust and punches the back of her womb.
Abby: Ayyyyyeeee!!!! Daddy! It’s so deep!
She watches as a massive bulge appears and disappears above her belly button. His cock gives her womb a good thrashing.
Abby: Daddy, you’re gonna make me cum! It’s gonna squeeze out my last egg! Make sure you fertilize it! Daddy! Please cum! Cum with me! Get your own little daughter pregnant!
Dad: I’m gonna knock you up!
Abby: Oh daddy!
Dad: I’m gonna fill you up nicely! Your womb is gonna pop!
Abby: Let’s see, daddy. Give it to me!
Dad: I’m warning you, it’s gonna hurt!
Abby: It’s ok, daddy, make me hurt!
Dad: I’m gonna cum! Take it all! Take my full fucking load deep into your womb!
Abby: I’m cumming!
Abby clamps down hard and is hit with a brain numbingly powerful orgasm. Her pussy seizes up and doubles in tightness. Her dad erupts. Each pump ripples throughout her stomach. She feels her body convulse as each throb piles more inside. Her egg is crowning. About to be dropped. Sperm catch the scent and swarm. Abby’s dad shoves his cock deep down her fallopian tube, and fires directly on the egg as it’s dropped.
Abby: Daddy, my egg is dropping! It’s dropping right now as you’re blasting my egg with your sperm! I can feel it!
The force of the ejaculation causes sperm to get stuck in the walls of the egg. Slowly breaking down its defenses. The walls become brittle. The force is too much. Her egg gets impregnated as it’s dropping.
Abby: Daddy! I feel it! You impregnated me instantly! Oh my god! My womb is so full! I look heavily pregnant! Oh my god, the babies are growing inside me as we speak!
Abby’s dad continues to throb.
Abby: It popped! It’s gonna be twins! Oh my god, it popped again! It keeps popping! Daddy, I’m scared! This is too much! Daddy, you’re gonna squeeze out more eggs!
He presses harder, a pile of eggs are about to spill.
Abby: Daddy! Daddy no! This is too much!
Her pussy trembles as she talks.
Dad: You don’t want it anymore?
Mom: She totally wants it!
Abby: If you cum, it’s gonna fry my brain! It’s gonna feel too good! You’re gonna impregnate a bunch of eggs at once! If it’s amplified like last time, I might go insane!
Her dad is fucking her in full force. Working quickly to another orgasm.
Dad: Then feel good then.
He sends his hips all the way down and his cock presses into the opening in her ovary that will release her eggs. It’s lined up perfectly and his cock throbs wildly, spewing massive gobs of hot sticky spunk directly inside her ovary. Knocking the eggs up prematurely.
Abby: Daddy, noooo… It’s too much! It feels too good! The eggs! They’re all popping! Oh my god!
Her dad quickly works up another orgasm and this time dives deep down her other fallopian tube.
Abby: Oh my god! Daddy no! I can feel so many eggs in that ovary! If you cum, you’ll impregnate them all! Don’t cum inside me!
She spasms hard around his cock, pulling her dad in and locks her legs behind his back, holding him tightly.
Abby: Don’t cum inside of me!
Dad: Honey, I-
Her dad cums instantly. Freshly made sperm jump off the assembly line and into Abby’s pile of eggs.
Abby: Oh god! I’m being impregnated in both ovaries at once! Both sides keep popping! Each pop is another baby! Another baby! Another baby! It keeps happening! I hope one of them is a girl.
She sits there like a junkie with a dazed look in her eyes and an open mouth grin, staring off into space. Feeling herself getting impregnated again and again and again and again.
Abby: I keep getting pregnant! |
Title: 17 SAY GAY 18 FUN GUN
Tags: True Story, Boy, Cruelty, Discipline, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Young
Introduction:
Naturist kid falls in love with cute girl. Hero baseball coach be my dad, he
Content:
[b]17
SAY GAY
After school the next day, Jeff goes to Sean’s house.
After the typical game talk Sean confronts Jeff, “So what did you tell Alex?”
“Nothing, Sean. Nothing! But that’s the problem. Alex senses I’m not telling him something. What do I do? Hiding this isn’t as easy as I thought.”
Flopping down on his bed, “Don’t worry now. I’ll think of a strategy.”
Jeff starts taking his clothes off. To his dismay Sean asks him to leave them on. “No. Let’s get naked.”
“If cuddling naked is a good thing, it shouldn’t become an expectation.”
Knowing how he can melt Sean’s heart, “Pleeease!”
Sean pulls Jeff into bed, hugging him, “If we can’t love each other with our clothes on, then something is wrong.”
Disappointed that Sean isn’t about to change his mind, Jeff decides to be as loving as he can. Soon, time flows away.
After a while Sean interrupts their silent cuddling, “Alex is jealous of you Jeff. He thinks you’re getting what he wants. So, without sharing that you know this about him, admit that you have desires for me. But don’t be eager—wait for him to pry into what’s going on. Make him first promise to keep secret what you are about to tell him. After confiding in him reluctantly, make sure he doesn’t tell me either. Then he’ll know it’s not what he thought. Get mad at him if he presses you to talk about these “desires for me”. He needs to know that there still is something you will not talk about. If needed, say, “You may like being gay, but I want to be straight.”
Jeff gives a thumb up, “I follow you. That’s a perfect plan. But what if he tells someone? I doubt that he would, but…”
“Well, if he tells me, I won’t believe him. If he tells someone else, they more likely will believe it’s he who has desires for me, or that he just wishes there’s someone else like him. Kids may accuse you of being gay, but being Alex’s friend already has that effect. Don’t act like it bothers you and they will look for somebody else to pick on.”
Giving Sean a hug of appreciation, “Yeah, I do that already. This will be a piece of cake.”
“And we need to limit our affection in public.”
Sadly, “Nooooo.”
“No kissing. No hands below the belt. If there’s a slip, stop without making a scene.”
Irritated, “OK, already!”
“This will be the hardest part for you—limiting your carefree spirit. So give it a lot of thought.”
Reluctantly, “I’ll try. ‘Nuff said.”
Firmly, “No. You can do. You will do.”
“Wow. You can be tough.”
With a compassionate hug, “When I need to be, but I hate it.”
18
FUN GUN
Two days later, Jeff stops at Sean’s house, “You called it, Sean—Alex pushed for info. You prepared me well. I played my cards perfectly.”
“Did you have to get mad at him?”
“Yeah. He still pressed. So I got more mad saying, ‘You may like being gay, but I don’t.’ Then he backed off. It went as planned.”
“Good. But it sounds like he may press you again. If so, ask him kindly to respect your feelings—as good friends, to respect your wishes. You may want to apologize for your anger, if you’ve done that in the past. But get angry again if you have to.”
“That’s a go. Now, are we gonna go swimming or head straight to the shower, Sean?”
“What do you want, Jeff?
“I want us naked! You say where.”
“That would be the shower.”
“I thought so. Can I help you take your clothes off, Sean?”
“Only if I can help you with yours.”
Jeff starts with Sean’s sneakers and socks, “P-U! You have smelly feet.”
Sean raises a foot to Jeff’s nose; “Sure it’s my feet?”
Playfully pushing his foot away, “Yeah, I’m sure!”
“I have other body parts that smell.”
Yanking down Sean’s zipper, “Yeah, like here.”
Pulling Jeff’s face against his crotch, “Are you sure?”
Smiling, “Nope. Smells wonderful. But don’t turn around.”
Sean squats down so Jeff can remove his shirt, “Don’t laugh at the peach fuzz on my chest.”
“No way!” Then with mischief in his eyes, “I’ll have plenty else to laugh at.”
Reaching gently for Jeff’s crotch, slyly, “I’ll need to get some pliers.”
Running his hands over Sean’s biceps and chest, “What did you say?”
“I said that I’ll need to lose some pants.”
Pulling Sean’s pants away from his stomach, Jeff peaks in, “Looks like you lost something in your pants!”
Wrapping his hands around Jeff’s neck, “And what would that be!?”
Laughing, “There are a couple nuts on the floor.”
“Oh, all I see is one nut cracking up.”
“That’s so lame!”
“I have a hard time keeping up with you.”
“Sean, I’m not up. And you better not be up again.”
“You’ll just have to take my pants off, if you want to know.”
After removing his pants, Jeff squeezes the bulge in Sean’s boxers; “You pass.” Then He reaches in the fly, pulling out Sean’s manhood. “You look healthy as ever.”
“You’re not gonna talk to my penis all afternoon now, are you?”
“No, I’ll play with him too. He’s more fun than you are.”
“I know that. But he doesn’t like being separated from his jewel friends.”
Jeff promptly reaches in, pulling out Sean’s scrotum too, “There! Now all four of us can play.”
“I was thinking in terms of removing my boxers.”
“All in good time. All in good time,” as he begins slapping Sean’s penis against his cheeks and nose. “Maybe he’d fit in my nostril.”
“Hey, you can insult me, but not HIM!”
Jeff presses that precious organ tightly against his cheek; “I’m not insulting you. I’m loving you and your two friends. Are you all ready? They’re ready Sean,” as he daintily removes Sean’s boxers. Now placing a hand on each honey bun, Jeff pulls Sean’s manhood against his cheek one more time. Then he squeezes that tush as he smiles at his hanging friends.
“Now I need to work you over, little man.”
“Good! I’m ready for you.” Sean starts by running his fingers over every square inch of Jeff’s body and his long brown hair. Then he acts like he’s ripping Jeff’s shirt off, then quickly switches to gentle mode. He blows on Jeff’s tiny nipples and squeezes them. With a smile from ear to ear, Jeff loves the attention. Now Sean reaches in Jeff’s shorts feeling his soft buns. He reaches further until he cups Jeff’s jewels. Jeff jumps, saying, “That’s scary from behind!”
“I’m gonna do it again, slowly. I think you’ll love it this time.”
“Wow! That’s so cool!” Soon Sean reaches further, wrapping his fingers around Jeff’s boyhood. Finally he pulls down Jeff’s shorts and underwear.
“What about my sneakers, Sean?”
“You can have the honors.”
“But you’re supposed to.”
“Who says, Jeff?”
“My mother would treat me right.”
As his manhood quickly rises, “I’m sure she would and does. But…”
Jeff laughing hysterically, “When your dick grows, it really grows. My mom…”
Interrupting, “All right smart aleck. Quit talking about your mother when I’m naked.”
Still laughing, “She’s got nice boo…” as Sean covers his mouth with his hand, his penis standing at full attention.
Firmly, “Are you gonna respect my wishes!? Or are you gonna leave?”
Sean gives Jeff a chance to respond. Still laughing but trying to stop, “OK, OK, OK,” as he squats to remove his own sneakers and socks. Trying to hold back his smirk, “I’ll wash you first. I’ll start with your dick.”
Eyes bulging more than any other body part, “Ya think!!!”
Calmly, “I just had to say that. I’ll be good,” as he reaches for the soap. He turns Sean’s body around, giving him a respectful hug.
“Thank you, Jeff. Now were cooking. I mean… you know what I mean… or don’t mean. Whatever.”
“Yes. Now you’re gonna get the best washing of your life!” As he washes Sean’s back he moves to see Sean’s penis; that soften most of the way. Breathing a sigh of relief, he can’t help but think how beautiful that erection was, with such a shapely head. Double the soft size, it seemed. Mine might get an inch bigger. Of course, when soft, mine is nearly the same size as Sean’s. That’s cool for a ten-year-old. Alex always had a baby pecker, but real cute. I guess his doubles in size too. But even then it’s so much smaller than mine is soft. Hey, I need to focus on Sean. I guess washing his back is boring compared to the rest. But I want to do my best for Sean.
Sean breaks the silence, “You’ve been lost in space,” realizing so was he. He felt so embarrassed not being able to control his penis. He feels like he took it out on Jeff. An untimely boner doesn’t phase Alex at all, even in front of Rachel. He had thought that kids today didn’t know how to be free. Jeff and Alex sure surpass my childhood and my generation.
“Yeah, Sean. I’m sorry, but I’m back to take good care of you.”
“You’re a terrific kid, you know.”
“You wouldn’t have said that five minute ago.”
“I thought I was free as the bees, but you’ve got me beat. So it ruffles my feathers once in a while.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, take Alex for instance. He gets a boner in public and doesn’t get all bent out of shape like I just did.”
“That’s Alex,” as his soapy hands slide gently over his crack.
“Oh yeah, that feels so loving, you’re outdoing yourself. Um, you’re like Alex in that regard.”
Appreciatively, “Thanks, Sean,” as he pulls Sean’s cheeks apart. “Clean as rump roast, I’d say.”
“Are you sure. I want you to be sure.”
Working over the crack some more, Jeff ’s amazed at how up-front Sean is. He wouldn’t want to share what he had been thinking. But it sounds like a good idea now, “Sean. I laughed at you. But I thought your boner was really cool.”
Surprised, and on edge, “See what I mean. I never had a conversion about my penis before.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No. No. I’m uncomfortable, Jeff, but I appreciate your candor.”
Lathering up Sean’s chest, “OK, then. My head seems to blend into the rest of my dick, even when hard. Your head is so well shaped and beautiful,” reaching for it, and moving his eyes right to this circumcised shaft.
“Well. Thanks for the praise. But am I hearing something else in your words.”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Do you think your penis is defective.
“Sort of, Sean.”
“Dicks come in all sizes and shapes. You always can find someone you consider better than yourself, in some way. Is there something your dick can’t do?”
Smiling, “Jerk off.”
Returning the smile as he reaches for soap, “Are you worried about that?”
Laughing, “No. Some day I will be able to slap the salami.”
Kneeling to wash Jeff’s penis, “Exactly. God made you with all your precious parts, and God don’t make no junk.”
Laughing, “OK. OK.”
“So love yourself, blemishes and all.”
“I got blemishes!?”
Laughingly holding Jeff’s boyhood, rubbing his nose on it, “Yeah. All over your head, your salami head!”
“OK. I walked into that one! Well, I need to finish washing your body, especially your…your head.”
Smirking, “First I need to wash the blemishes off yours.”
“Stop already, Sean.”
Resting it across his hand, “Seriously though, I’m not finished with your penis. Have you ever seen a ten-year-old that’s bigger?”
“Well, I guess not.”
Now washing Jeff’s jewels, “How do you think they feel, comparing themselves to you.”
“Never thought about that. I guess the way I just was feeling. Interesting.”
Gliding lathered hands across Jeff’s stomach and chest, “Now you’ll be able to help them feel OK about themselves, when you notice what they’re feeling. Be careful though. You need to first ask questions to see if they know what they’re feeling. I should say he, not they, this being a private matter.”
“What do I ask?”
Pulling Jeff against his still-kneeling body, he wraps his arms around his body, lathering his back with one hand, his butt with the other, “Ask him what’s wrong. Try to draw out his feelings gently. Or take another approach. Share your experience, maybe without asking questions first. Or start talking about penis heads.”
“Yeah, I got the idea. Good thinking…. Now do my crack.”
Straight-faced, “Oh, you have blemishes there too.”
Laughing so hard he could cry, ‘Yeah, be careful, they hurt like…hey, I still need to finish your body. Ooh, that feels good. Squeeze me. Oh, you’re the best. Please marry my mot…oops. Sorry.”
Squeezing that precious poncho one more time, Sean stands up. “OK Jeff, work me over.”
“Good. Spread your legs.” Reaching around, grabbing Sean’s soft seat, he pulls his manhood against his chest. He tries to reach further, succeeding in reaching that precious pouch.
Savoring the experience, “Wow. Jeff. You got balls.”
“I sure do. Now what shall I do with them—you talked of a work over.”
Feeling wonderful, but untrusting, “Please be gentle.”
“You threatened to squeeze mine the other day. Sooo…”
“Everything I say will be used against me in a court of…Jeff, you should be a lawyer.”
“Yeah, they love grabbing you by the balls.”
“You know that already. Impressive. I’ll stick with you.”
“Good. Now I’ll work over your smooth soft shaft.”
After drying each other off, Jeff jumps into Sean’s bed, beckoning him to come.
“How come I can’t say no to you.”
Jeff smiles coyly, as Sean feels pulled into the sack.
Simultaneously, “Hold me.”
They laugh and hug. Lost in another world, Jeff says, “When we’re together like this I feel totally safe. Problems melt away, leaving perfect peace. |
Title: 17 Years Later
Tags: Diary, Anal, Gay
Introduction:
George and I first met when I was 15. In the first few years him and I saw each other frequently. Nothing to like our first time together. Typically just a quick make out and a blow job and then we’d go on our way. As I grew up and created my own life we saw each other less and less, but we emailed each other every now and then.
Content:
About 17 years later out of the blue I shot him and email with my phone number in it saying shoot me a text some time I’d love to catch up. A few days went by and I heard nothing. Then one day I was sitting in the office working and I got a text “hi stranger, glad you reached out. Would love to reconnect some time”.
I responded immediately. Then he asked what I was doing for lunch. Lunch? I never take a lunch break I thought. So I said “hopefully sucking your cock”
Within seconds he responded “meet me at the air park and I’ll show you my airplane and we can catch up”. It’s a date! I exclaimed and went back to work.
The long drive to the air park gave me lots of time to think about to all the fun we had had years ago. I arrived and eventually spotted his red truck... same truck from 17 years earlier. I jumped out and called out for George. He popped his head out of his airplane and called me over. It wasn’t a fancy plan, but just a basic two seater. It scared the shit out of me really. He invited me in, so I climbed in and took a seat next to him.
We reacquainted ourselves and got caught up laughing and joking around. “Why don’t we go for a short flight? Would you like that?” He asked. Uhhhh sure I guess so I replied. Off we went. Once we were up in the air and cruising high above the ground George looked at me and said “have you ever fantasized about sucking a cock this high in the air?” As I smirked I noticed him unzipping his jeans and began to wiggle them down.
“You obviously want me to suck you off” I said. He said nothing. Just reached out and guided my hand to his cock. It immediately started to thicken up without me doing anything. I slowly stroked it while looking out and taking in the view. Then I felt his hand on my head. He quickly guided my head to his thick hard 5” cock. As I licked the tip I flashed back to 15yr old me tasting this very cock for the very first time. I didn’t waste another second and deep throated all of him. I kept gagging and I could tell it drove him wild. Every time I gagged he would caress my hair. I sucked him for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually I needed a breather and pulled my head away. My cock was so hard it felt like it could burst. I unzipped my dress pants and freed all 7 inches of it. George starred at it in awe. “I want you to suck it George!” I said forcefully. He smiled and leaned over and kissed me. “Let’s set this bird down and go back to my place so we can be more comfortable” I smiled and started stroking his cock while he took us back to the air park.
When we arrived back to his house I was beyond excited for what was to come. He let me in and showed me to the living room. We sat on the couch and started to make out. Suddenly footsteps came busting down the stairs. I pulled away and froze. No one appeared though. “Maybe we better go up to my room, bud” George stated. He took my head and led me up the stairs and then another set of stairs. As he led me throughout his house it was like I was 15 all over again. Everything was so vivid and as it was 17 years earlier. I was barely into his room and I was tearing off all my clothes and jumped on to his bed, shaking my butt towards George in a come and get it way. George slowly closed the bedroom door. I heard the bolt latch. The sound was deafening. He slowly stripped and crawled on to the bed with me. He proceeded to give me an amazing full body rub/massage. He spent a lot of time kissing and caressing my butt.
“Fuck me, please” I begged. George kisses my neck and whispered in my ear “Daddys going to raw dog you big boy”. I nearly came right then and there.
George’s stamina was off the charts. He fucked me gentle. He fucked me rough. He fucked me in positions I had only dreamed of trying. But his favourite position was missionary because he loved to kiss me. I am not a big kisser but I sensed it drove him wild. When our lips locked his energy rose. After what was at least 30 minutes of being absolutely pounded by this daddy I reached out and pulled him close. I wrapped my arms around his head and shoved my tongue deep into his mouth. His thrusts we getting harder and harder. “Cum in me Daddy. Just pretend I’m 15 still and you’re fucking my virgin ass”. His pace picked up harder and faster. I could barely get words out I was being pounded so hard. I reached down and grabbed his ass and pulled him into me hard. Within seconds he broke our kiss, flipped his head back and yelled “I am cummmming” as he unleashed load after load into my ass. I held him tight while he orgasmed so incredibly hard.
We made some small talk while we both got dressed and said our goodbyes. I kissed him one last time and said “I need more of you in my life” and off I went out to my car. I looked back to see him waving to me from the porch shirtless with just his shorts on. We continued to text occasionally over the next few months, but similar to the first time we met, nailing him down for firm plans proved to be very challenging. |
Title: 17 Year Old & Fantastic Encounter
Tags: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Mature
Content:
17 Year Old & Wonderful Encounter
It was a pleasantly warm May afternoon. So nice, in fact, that I decided to cut my afternoon classes and spend time down at the pool like any intelligent 17 year old boy would do.
Okay, so it was not my pool. My family didn’t own a pool. I was swimming in the pool at an apartment complex about 3 blocks from our house. I didn’t let the little fact that my family didn’t actually live at this apartment complex keep me from sneaking in and enjoying the cool water. I’d long discovered that the key to sneaking in somewhere is just to act like you belong. And today was just so pleasant, I didn’t belong anywhere but here.
Since it was a weekday and still a time when most people were either off at work or school, I was the one of the very few in attendance poolside. There was the grandmotherly-looking woman watching over what I assumed was her two grandkids. Another old guy was sunning himself on the deck, keeping a distance from the splashing of the two kids. Lastly was the couple at the other end of the pool. For some reason, their presence kept drawing my attention.
I assumed the woman to be in her early 40s, maybe about the same age as my mom. She was of medium stature, probably a couple inches shorter than my 5’6” height, and what I’d come to know as “pleasingly plump” in her build. She wasn’t fat at all, just softly rounded and almost cherubic, and her turquoise one-piece bathing suit showed her curves in a most positive light. Her hair was a medium brown and fell straight to just between her shoulder blades. But what kept me interested in watching her were her very ample breasts that strained at the upper half of bathing suit, swaying softly as she walked over to climb into the pool. And especially fun to watch were the hardened nipples that were revealed when she pulled herself back out of the cool water.
The man was maybe in his late 40s or early 50s. I estimated him to be about 6’ tall, with a medium build, save for the little extra soft roll around his mid-section. His hair was thin, gray-black, combed straight back. He has a fairly thick patch of dark chest hair that trailed down his stomach and into his navy blue Speedo swimsuit. And the way that tight swimsuit highlighted his dick and balls with its clingy material drew my attention as much as his companion’s bouncing breasts. I wasn’t sure why, but a nice size cock always aroused my curiosity.
As I swam in the pool, or got out just long enough to dive back in, I found myself stealing glances at the both of them, if not periodically just staring at them. Maybe they noticed my visual visitations on their physiques, maybe not. At least, if they had any problem with it, they never let on. If nothing else, it seemed as though they might even be aware of my focused attention, given the sometimes almost obvious way in which the busty woman would bounce in her step, or would adjust her massive breasts. And even the guy seemed to have a need to adjust his manhood within the tight confines of his Speedo.
Not having anyone else to distract my attention, I was able to watch these small displays and let my fantasies drift unimpeded through my mind. I felt very comfortable in my bisexual curiosity, and I was equally as excited over the images of pleasant sexual play with this man and his well-defined dick as I was with the woman and her ample tits and full rounded body.
As I played more and more of the fantasies in my mind, their effect was starting to play havoc with the fit of my gym shorts that I was using for swim trunks, as well. They would not be able to hide an erection, especially given that they were a tad baggy on my thin frame, which would only serve to create an obvious tent over my stirring member. Jerking off in the pool was not possible, much less even a good idea, although if I kept my thoughts going like this, it would soon become a serious need of a release.
In the distance, I heard the unmistakable diesel rumble of a school bus. Damn. It was time for me to get out of the pool before a possible schoolmate or parent that might recognize me came home to their apartment. I got out of the pool and shook off as much water as possible, given that I did not have a towel to dry with. I grabbed my gym bag and headed to the small cabana so I could change back into my street clothes, then turned to take one last look at the couple that had been the center of my afternoon fantasies. A brief smile from the buxom woman made me wonder if they hadn’t noticed my interest after all. I turned away and into the small men’s restroom that would serve as my changing area.
Once inside, I pulled off my wet shorts and stood naked near one of the two bathroom stalls so I could get as dry as possible before pulling on my clothes. The memories of the two attractive people still fresh in my mind, I was tempted to go ahead and whack off my meat then and there, and had there been a door on the stall, that would have been a guarantee. Any further thoughts of instantaneous self-gratification went out the window as soon as the door to the restroom opened again. With that, I stepped fully into the stall and focused my attention to appearing to use the toilet.
Someone stepped into the stall next to me who seemed to struggle with something for a second, after which a wet swimsuit was placed over the stall wall next to me. I tried to remain nonchalant, but when the sound of someone pissing hard into the toilet followed next, I sneaked a peek at the suit on the stall wall.
A wet, navy blue Speedo.
“She’s a looker, ain’t she?” came a voice.
“Huh?” was all I could manage.
“My wife,” came the voice again. “I saw you looking at her.”
Oh, shit! Just what I need, a pissed-off husband! My voice caught in my throat, preventing me from answering. The flushing of the toilet on his side filled the void instead. I then sensed him stepping around behind me.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” he chuckled.
I mustered up my courage and turned to face the man, expecting to see an angry, jealous face. Instead, he was smiling broadly.
“Are you mad?” I asked.
“Mad?” the man laughed, adjusting his towel around his waist. “Hell, no! Why would I be mad?”
I thought I’d melt in relief. That much must have been obvious.
“’Cuz I thought guys got jealous when you looked at their wives or girlfriends.”
“Only guys that have no balls get jealous when you look at their ladies. Good-looking women are gonna get looked at. Especially ones with really big hooters, right?”
I laughed and nodded my head.
“I mean, what good is having a pretty woman if you don’t want anyone looking at her?”
“I never thought of it that way,” I replied.
“So,” he began again, “do you think I have a pretty wife?”
I grinned. “She’s… she’s really beautiful!”
The man gave me a sly smile and wink. “You like her tits, too, doncha?”
“Who wouldn’t?” I answered all too quickly. Apparently my dick was answering for me, too, because that’s when I noticed that I had the first stirrings of a hard-on again. That’s when I also came back to reality and remembered that I was standing there totally naked.
My excitement wasn’t lost upon the man, either, as I caught him giving my pulsing dick a looking over.
“Yeah, I guess you do,” he smiled, looking back up at me. “So, do you play?”
“Play?” I repeated.
Our eyes locked, the man reached out and took my prick in his hand. It grew in firmness instantly in his strong grasp. He gently pulled on it a couple times, and raised one eyebrow in silent query. I swallowed hard.
“Yes,” I finally croaked out.
The man smiled knowingly. “I thought so.” He stripped his towel from his waist and handed it to me, exposing his thick cock. “Here, dry off.”
I did as he asked while we both eyed each other’s bodies, then I handed the towel back to him.
“Get yourself dressed. If you wanna play, drop by apartment D-15.”
I wasn’t sure what to expect, or what was going to happen as I wandered through the complex, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest, looking for apartments that started with the letter ‘D’. I was beginning to think that the man had simply played a joke on this oversexed teenager, and was hiding somewhere, laughing at my hormone-driven wanderings.
I finally found ‘D’ building at the rear of the complex, near the sound wall overseeing the shopping mall. D-15 was the furthest back on the lower level. I walked up to the door on trembling legs.
I had barely knocked on the door when it swung open. There was the man, wrapped in a tan terry robe. He extended his hand in greeting.
“Glad you could make it,” he said cordially as I took his hand. His handshake was firm, and he was not only shaking my hand, he was also gently pulling me into the apartment. I followed his lead and stepped inside. He slipped out of his robe and laid it on a chair.
“Your turn,” he said.
Even though I know he had already had an eyeful of me from the restroom, I was still nervous as I stripped under his scrutinizing gaze. When I was finally as naked as the man, he stepped up to me and stood close, softly running his hands all over my smooth body, leaving tingling traces wherever his hands made contact. “Very nice.”
His fingers ran through my shoulder-length dark blonde hair, then down the length of my back until both of his hands were cupping my small, tight ass.
“VERY nice!” he repeated.
He pulled my body to his, his stiffening cock starting to press my abdomen above my own hardening member, and he bent his head down to kiss me softly on my mouth.
“How old are you?” he finally asked.
“Seventeen,” I answered softly.
“Good age… and what’s your name?”
“Donny.”
“Well, Donny, my name is Ray.”
“Hi, Ray,” was all I could think of saying as he bent down once again to kiss me, his tongue parting my lips and probing my mouth as he encircled my thin body and held me tightly.
By now, my dick was completely hard, probing between Ray’s furry legs, almost as a perch for his testicles that now rested upon it. He drew back from me and looked down at my erection, taking it once again in his hand.
“That is a nice looking cock you have there, Donny.”
He dropped to his knees and pointed my prick into his mouth, where he started to suck on it. My legs went wobbly and I thought I was going to lose it right there. He stopped after a moment and stood upright again, smiling, his gaze still on my dick. “You’re gonna do just fine,” he whispered. “Come with me.”
He took me into the small hallway, placing his hand on the bedroom door. He stopped like that and kissed me once more, then called through the door as he opened it.
“Baby, we have company!”
He ushered me into the room, where the beautiful, busty lady I had eyed so carefully at the pool was sitting in bed, completely naked. She looked up and smiled brightly.
“Honey,” said Ray, “This is Donny. He wants to play with us. Donny, this is Wanda.”
Wanda got out of the bed and bounced, literally, up to me, completely naked as I said. She swept me up in her arms in an affectionate hug, her full soft boobs smashing against my body, her pelvic bush tickling my cock.
“Oooh!” she squealed. “You are a cutie!”
I had just gone to heaven. Here I was, my dick had been sucked on by a very nice man, and his absolutely gorgeous wife was hugging me and smashing her big titties against me while my hard-on was probing her pubic hair, just fractions of an inch from maybe slipping into her pussy, and…
I came on her leg.
I couldn’t help it, I was so wound up that my balls let loose with a small burst of my cum on her milky soft thigh. I was so embarrassed I could have died right there.
“I- I’m sorry!” I blurted.
Wanda drew back and looked down at the small puddle of white cream that I had deposited on her, scooping it off with two of her slender fingers. She eyed it, then smiled at me.
“This your first time with a woman?” she asked in an understanding tone.
I nodded. “I- I’ve played with some… girls. But, this is the first time I’ve ever felt a… real woman.”
“It’s good to know I can still have that effect on someone,” she said, winking at me. “Don’t worry, Donny… I’m sure there’s lots more of that where that came from.”
She licked my cum off one of her fingers, and I could have sworn she was savoring it like a taste of fine wine. She lifted her hand to Ray’s mouth, slipping the other sperm-laden finger into his mouth, whereupon he sucked my cum into his mouth, too. She then leaned up to me, those wondrous breasts once again pressing against me, and kissed me on the mouth like Ray had done, sharing a taste of my own sperm as she kissed me tenderly.
“Well,” Ray said, “let’s get it on, shall we?”
Wanda took my hand and led me to one side of the bed, while Ray headed for the other. Together, they pulled back the covers and climbed onto the bed, laying back comfortably. Wanda patted the mattress next to her.
“Come on and join us.”
I was sure my face was about to split from my grin as I settled in next to Wanda. She gave me another sweet kiss, and then turned to Ray and locked lips with him in a deep French kiss as she reached up and slipped a hand behind my head, directing my face down to her tit. I instinctively opened my mouth as wide as I could and began sucking on her large nipple. I then placed a hand on her massive mound and squeezed the pliant, tender flesh as I began to really get into sucking on her titty.
“Mmmm… your mama must have had a hard time weaning you,” she sighed to me between kisses with Ray. Ray then leaned over a bit and began suckling at her other nipple.
“That’s it boys… drink from Wanda's titties! Suck them big titties all up!”
By now, I had both of my hands working Wanda’s left breast while Ray focused on her right. She then reached down and took our dicks in each of her hands. To my surprise and delight, I was already starting to get hard again.
She started to jack us off with her talented fingers, getting a rhythm going as Ray and I feasted upon her beautiful titties. A few moments later, Ray stopped sucking on his side and spun around until his head was towards the foot of the bed. Between licks and sucks on the nipple in my mouth, I watched as Wanda turned her head to face Ray’s throbbing cock that was now pointing right at her face. She eagerly drew his cock into her mouth and started sucking it as deep as she could.
The sensations in my own dick changed dramatically as Wanda stopped jacking me off, instead holding the base of my shaft while Ray’s mouth drew me in and his lips surrounded my cock head. Her hand deftly fed my cock into her husband’s mouth, bringing me to full hardness in an instant. Ray reached up and took my left hand away from Wanda’s tit, guiding it to her moist, burning pussy. My fingers played through her soft pubic hair, automatically searching further as she gently spread her thighs, revealing her swollen labia to my exploring fingers and quickly coating them with her slick juices.
Ray’s mouth started bobbing up and down on my cock with greater speed and intensity while Wanda continued to hold the base of my dick with just enough firmness so as to give Ray full hands-free access to my meat. The headiness of the whole circumstance had me nearly floating off the bed: my mouth sucking away on a beautiful tit, watching the woman suck her man, my fingers playing with her willing, soaked pussy, and my cock being expertly sucked.
I felt like I was turning inside out as my balls tightened like stones and my prick burst forth with a “load of fuck cream” once more into Ray’s sucking, driving mouth. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I moaned deeply into Wanda’s tit flesh, stifling what were nearly screams as my guts convulsed in absolute pleasure. Ray continued sucking and swallowing as fast as possible, then his efforts became a little softer, until he was confident that I was fully spent.
I finally rolled onto my back, trying to catch my breath; my saliva smeared on my cheeks from the intense sucking I had been doing on Wanda’s huge breast.
“He’s even better fresh from the spout,” smiled Ray as he spun his body around once more. Wanda drew her knees up and spread her thighs wide while her husband took position between them. I watched as she reached down and grabbed his thick tool, quickly guiding it into her hungry pussy.
Ray began with short, direct strokes, and then picked up the tempo. I focused my gaze on the erotic image of his hard cock sliding in and out of his wife, her pussy juice glistening his entire cock.
“Oh, Ray…” she moaned. “I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming…”
Ray’s pace never changed as I watched him softly hammer into Wanda. Suddenly, her hand grabbed the back of my head, forcing my mouth onto her nipple once more.
“I’m cumming!” she barked again, punctuated with a soft squeal.
Ray slowed his pace, but didn’t stop pumping.
“Ever taste a sweet, wet pussy? Donny?” he asked me.
My mouth still full of nipple, I shook my head.
Wanda’s hand then pushed my face off of her tit, down towards her pussy. I could smell the scent of sex all about. Ray drew his cock out of his wife, and offered it up toward my mouth as Wanda pushed my face onto Ray's throbbing cock. I instinctively opened my mouth as his cum coated cock slipped neatly into my throat.
“Oh, yeah,” sighed Ray. “Suck it, Donny.”
Ray held a hand down to cradle my head while Wanda’s hand stayed at the back of my neck , guiding me into the same bobbing motions that Ray had so deftly used in satisfying my young inexperienced prick. Before long, I didn’t need any encouragement, eagerly sucking Ray’s thick, veined cock as deeply as I could, trying to give his pussy-flavored prick the same attentions that Wanda’s cunt had done only recently. I wanted my mouth to be a perfect pussy replacement.
“Oh, geez!” growled Ray. “This kid’s a natural-born cocksucker!”
Wanda was masturbating while I sucked her husband’s delicious prick. The scent of her pussy filled my nostrils as deeply as Ray’s cock was filling my mouth.
“I’m about to cum” groaned Ray. “This kid’s about to blow my wad!”
“In me, Ray!” shouted Wanda. “Cum in me!”
Obedient to his wife, Ray quickly withdrew from my mouth and plunged his cock deeply into Wanda. Within seconds, he had the bed rocking as he fucked his gorgeous wife, pounding that huge dick of his into her dripping cunt, her perfectly shaped titties rolling back and forth on her chest like waves on water. The two of them then seemed to melt into each other as Ray let his weight fall onto Wanda while she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
Their moans were like a chorus, their orgasmic exclamations bursting from their mouths in harmony. It was beautiful to behold, and I felt privileged to have shared in it, even if there were twinges of disappointment at having not been the recipient of Ray’s warm cum slidinmg down my throat. My disappointment was short-lived as Ray pulled himself off his wife, and he pulled my face to his. He kissed me deeply then without another word, he guided my face down between Wanda’s thighs.
I instinctively turned my body and settled between Wanda’s out stretched legs, finally staring into my first-ever live freshly fucked pussy. Wanda reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face into her cum-filled cunt. I quickly responded by licking all about her swollen labia, lapping up the sweet and salty nectar comprising of Wanda’s slick pussy juice and Ray’s thick, gooey cum. I licked and slurped and sucked and swallowed, and probed for more with my tongue while eagerly smearing my face with the wondrous mixture of human sexual juices.
Meanwhile, Ray had settled behind me, spreading my butt cheeks with his hands and rimming my ass and probing my young bunghole with his tongue while he fondled my balls. He moved on to fucking my butthole with his tongue, poking it in and out like a small prick. I took his cue and made the same efforts on his wife’s cunt, which seemed to start her hips rocking even more on my face.
“Oh, honey… this kid is a “natural” he truly knows the art of licking a pussyr, too!” she said.
When I could feel Ray’s saliva drenching my ass and running down onto my balls, I felt him push my legs wide as he grabbed my hips and pulled my butt into the air. Probing my ass with his semi-hard, cum-slickened cock, he pushed and poked with it until my anus gave up resistance and his cock finally slipped into my ass.
I sucked in a deep breath of air as his manhood filled my rectum. Thankfully, he wasn’t his usual full size, or I don’t think I could have handled it at all, much less have survived the kind of pounding that he had given his wife’s delicious cunt. Each thrust of Ray’s hips against my ass, each stroke of his cock in my ass, drove my face into Wanda’s pussy. Wanda reached with her fingertips and found the edge of my jaw, and she guided my head slightly upwards until I could feel a small, bud-like protuberance fall into my lips. I began sucking on it, like a little cock, and Wanda suddenly started bucking her hips, mashing her pubic mound hard into my face and making Ray’s thrusts more prevalent. "Oh, yes, baby, suck that clit between your lips and "bang" it back and forth, up and down, with your tongue. He’s gonna make me cum again, Ray!” groaned Wanda breathlessly.
“I’m there, too, baby!” chimed Ray. His hands dug hard into my hip bones and I could feel his cock throb within my rectum, all while Wanda squealed in delight once more and her cunt let loose with a rush of sweet juice that ran down my chin, and some, even down my throat.
We all lay like that for a while, exhausted and satisfied, until Wanda curled up on her side into a fetal ball and went to sleep. Ray withdrew his well-worn cock from my asshole, and helped me up and to the bathroom where we showered together. There under the spray of the water, Ray knelt down and sucked me off once more as I leaned against the cool tile wall for support, and I came in one last dry orgasm.
I dried off, told Ray “Thank You” and got dressed, and got one last deep kiss from Ray before he sent me out the door into the fading daylight. I had happily fed at the trough of bi-sexual pleasure, and spent one wonderful afternoon in heaven.
The End |
Title: 1812- Ariana's Voyage
Tags: Fantasm, BDSM, Coercion, Discipline, Domination/submission, Erotica, Male Domination, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Rape, Reluctance, Violence, Virginity
Introduction:
Part 1 of the 1812 series
Content:
Note to readers; This work is copy-write 2016
All of the events in this story are based in fiction
If you are looking for a quick read, straight to the point, this is not for you. It has a story line with scenes ranging from mild to graphic throughout
This is part 1 of the 1812 series, I will be posting part 2 soon.
1812- The Indian Ocean
Preface
On a fall day in late September, one of England’s royal ships, “The Voyager”, sent out on a trip to Australia. The Royal Court had collected a myriad of sailors, slaves, craftsmen, and entertainers to take the voyager and colonize the new land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George II, Ariana was always a rebellious girl. She would sneak out of the castle late at nights to train in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great affinity for pistol shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woods of the castle. Those were her favorite days, the ones where she could escape down the vine that crept from her third floor window into the back gardens. She would climb down the creepers, making sure that no one saw her, and escape in the shade of the willow trees out back. With her, she would bring a bow to practice with, and pistol in case she was to be assaulted. The woods were no place for a woman, let alone royalty.
The first time she was caught escaping at the age of 10, her uncle was the one who found her. He dragged her back to the castle, leading her by the neck, lecturing her on how a young woman was suppose to act. Once they got to his chambers, he told her to put her hands on the table and turn around. Ariana put her hands down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a split second when a cane came down hard on her tender bottom. She yelped in protest and tried to stand, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
“This is what happens when ladies don’t do as they are told” said her uncle. “Now I want you to count to ten- one for each. If you make it to ten I won’t tell the king about your midnight adventure.” She hesitated, trying to collect her thoughts. “What do you say?” he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his grip, but with met with him tightening his grip.
“Yes” she grunted out.
“No, no. We say, Yes Sir.” He whispered.
“Yes Sir.”
“Good.” She felt the cane come down hard on her backside, and counted a “one”. By the time he had reached “10” she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to sit down for at least a week- maybe two. She didn’t know why, but she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach every time she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life of royalty and wished every day that she would have the freedom her brother’s wielded on a daily basis. The life of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by sparkly diamond collars and following command after command. She knew her life as a trophy would never cease as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the beauty of the kingdom; the envy of all other maidens. Her ladies in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliments on her long, chestnut brown hair that shone red in the light. Her high cheekbones were the envy of all women in the kingdom, not to mention her dark brown eyes, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the young men at royal balls, her curvy hips and small waist attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when news about the trip to Australia came into her possession. Her ladies in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was time to know what the news was.
“What has everybody been whispering about, Eva?” her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should share the information she knew.
“Nothing, your highness.” Ariana grew more agitated, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about. “Eva, tell me or I’ll report you to the High Court.” “Okay your highness, but it didn’t come from me. The royal court is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonize the new land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It’s a secret mission, we are not supposed to know about it but the guards caught wind while two gentlemen spoke of it in the loo.”
This is so exciting, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another world. Her handmade helped her finish getting ready for the day, and about an hour later she was left alone. She decided she was going to do it; she was going to try to board the ship. She got a small rucksack and packed the things she knew she would need for such a long journey. She gathered a set of pants from her brother’s clothes, her undergarments, a compass, and the ring she was given at birth. It was a small topaz ring embellished with four miniscule diamonds at each corner, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the ring was engraved her family crest, and initials.
About two hours passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to sneak out. She didn’t know what time the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the third floor window with rucksack in hand and begin to make her way down the creeping vines. She checks to make sure that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the ground. One last look it was time to go, she ran into the woods knowing that about a half mile due north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her compass and began making her way north.
The Shipyard
The clanging in clattering of the sails of the ships could be heard even from the distance. Ariana hid behind a bridge that led from the woods into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English flags attached to the dock, and six large white sails. On front front of the ship was a plaque that read “The Voyager” in large gold-leaf letters. She saw crews of men loading supplies and slaves onto the ship. The only women she could see boarding the ship were the slaves. This would be harder than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and move closer, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of barrels and crates, trying to find an opening to get on board. Suddenly a hard yank met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her long brown locks.
“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?” came the mysterious voice from behind her.
“None of your business, wretch. Let go of me this instant.” Her words came out far more confident than she felt. The man in question turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the guards of the ship. Shit.
“I asked you a question, lady. You have no business being in a man’s territory. Trying to get a look at the ship are you? I saw that look in your eyes, looking for trouble is what it is.”
She glared at him harshly, she wanted to spit on him for his condescending nature, but decided she was dying to get aboard the ship, and this may be just the opportunity she needed.
“What would it take a young lady for passage to Australia?” she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her retort, not expecting a woman to want passage on such a dangerous journey.
“No women allowed except for in the slave quarters, and that’s not a place you want to be lurking, lady.” She grew frustrated. She already knew women weren’t allowed, and she was simply grateful he hadn’t recognized her as royalty yet or she would be high-tailing it back to the palace in no time.
“I can pay you, but I need a spot on this ship.” She thought of the life she may possess if she be taken back to the palace. She was already well past the age of marriage, and her father had a line of suitors, many of them far older than she, waiting for her hand any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let free. This was her one chance.
“I’m taking you to the police.” He stated roughly. He began to drag her roughly by the hair, and she fought against him, hard.
“Get off! I’m getting on this ship!” She kicked out, hard. Her foot connected with one of his calves and brought a irritated grunt from the man.
“You little shit!” He barked at her. She continued to fight hard against him, when another man walked up to the scene. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to attention for the man in front of them. Ariana was still fighting against the hold on her when she felt a hard jab to her side from the guard. She ceased her struggles and raised her eyes to meet a pair of sparkling blue ones staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had long blonde hair, tired back into a pony tail and an athletic frame, concealed under royal attire. His jawbone was sharp, in a soft and handsome manner. He stood at roughly 6’2”, almost an entire foot over her 5’4” frame. He stared down at her, a small smile creasing his face.
“C-Commander.” Sputtered the guard next to her. “This lady was trying to sneak aboard your ship.” The commander in question looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
“Let her go. Leave us be.” The guard looked at the Commander incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a direct order. He roughly let go of Ariana’s hair, and scuttled away, lifting the beginnings of a headache she had been feeling from the unwanted contact.
“Why do you passage so desperately? Are you a convict?” asked the blonde man.
“What does it matter to you?” She barked back.
“Well, I am the captain of this ship, and I just saved your ass from imprisonment. So that’s two reasons. But I don’t really care why, all that much.” She looked at him with a surprised expression. She was staring at the captain of “The Voyager”? he couldn’t have exceeded 28 years of age. “You want passage on this ship? I am going to need something in return.” She stared back at him.
“I have money-”
“I don’t need your money. I need a woman. Specifically, a woman to sate my needs on the voyage and possibly once we get to land.” She was caught off-guard by his blunt nature. She knew what he meant by “sate his needs”. She had heard tales of the maids’ wild adventures with men across the country, but had never shared even a kiss with one herself. It was her job as a princess to be untouched for marriage. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would touch herself under the cover of darkness in her private quarters. She had felt the insatiable need to be touched since the age of fourteen. She would rub herself to orgasm almost nightly, but was never fully satisfied. She thought for a moment of this man’s offer, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed appropriate for marriage anyway. Why not just take it?
“Ok.” She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His smile spread into a grin.
“Understand you will be expected to follow my orders exactly and stay in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed.”
“Understood.”
“Alright then. Follow me.”
The Cabin
He turned his back and began to lead the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangplank, making his way onto the main deck of the ship. Ariana followed suit, making sure to keep her head bowed so that there would be less chance of her being recognized. They made their way toward the captain’s quarters, just below the quarter deck at the rear of the ship. He held one hand on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the door behind.
Inside was a large oak, four poster bed that must have been king-sized or larger from the amount of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, white Egyptian cotton sheets, and bead spread, adorned with red and gold pillows, accompanied by a black fur blanket at the foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this morning been cooped up in her stone-cold tower and now was on her way to the undiscovered land of Australia. The commander wrapped his fingers around her shoulder and moved Ariana to face him. She stood in front of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a step back to look her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by supple curves. Her flowing cream-colored dress, trimmed with beautiful white lace fell over her body in the loveliest way. Her dark-brown hair in contrast to the white, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her breasts in beautiful dark waves. He took in the sight of her lovely frame, running a gentle hand hand down her cheek, tracing his way across her breasts, leaving down to the deep “V-shape” of her gown at the waist. His touch sent shivers down her body, creating that little fire burning inside her stomach.
“What do you call yourself?” he asked her, realizing he did not yet know her name.
“Ari-” she realized giving her name to him may que him in on her heritage, as she was probably one of the few Ariana’s in the kingdom, by design.
“Ari. That’s beautiful.” The Commander said, softly. “My name is Crispin.” She did not bother correcting him on her name, making up her mind she should better leave it.
“Hello, Crispin” she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
“Commander, we’re about to set sail.” Came a booming voice from outside.
“I’ll be right back.” He said with a small smile. “Don’t move.” He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed. “I don’t want to have to restrain you” he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the door and left. She heard a small click of a lock behind him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would miss her brothers, but they had far more important things to do, like learn how to run a kingdom, then keep helping her with target practice. She felt a small twinge of guilt for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how long it would take her family to realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to move a small bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small porthole window against the far wall, watching as the ship departed from the docks. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must have raised the sails and we’re on their way toward the new land. After about twenty minutes of watching the dock slowly fade into the distance, she began to think that maybe this wasn’t the best idea. What was she going to do once she got to Australia? She had no money, except the bit in her sack, no idea of what she was getting into, what it would be like. What if she was cast away with the slaves? She began to panic, her breath quickened, the voice inside her head reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the door opened. She suddenly felt a cold hand clasp her wrists and roughly spun her around hard, looking into her eyes with a cold expression.
“I told you, don’t move.” He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up onto the bed. She fought against his hands gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her small body, holding down one one wrist, using the other hand to tear a part from her dress. He used the fabric to tie her right hand taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed suit with the other. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his left cheek. It drew a little blood which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the banisters so tight that she could hardly feel anything anymore.
He looked at her face, lowering his attention to where the top of her dress dipped down to expose the very top of her small, A cup breasts, holding his hands on her waist. He tightened his grip, leaning in to her neck, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, cream colored flesh.
“I can’t wait to mark up this body of yours…” He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the passion filled romantic stories shared by her maids over tea and late nights. Ari let out a small scream before a hand closed itself over her mouth.
He cupped her left breast in one hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tautness of her nipple from beneath the thin, white fabric. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to bring her breast into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her nipple at first, before switching to harder bites, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness begin to form between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her body, but her senses betrayed her.
“I am going to turn these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word.”
“Stop. Don’t” She was able to get out between moans and little screams. She tried to scoot away from his touch, the restraints holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the clasp of his pants. He stood to reveal a 8 ½ inch cock, standing erect at attention. He slid his hand up and down his shaft, staring at Ari all the while. He had acquired a look of hunger in his gaze. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her skirt, not bothering to undo the corset keeping her dress fastened. He grabbed his hard cock in one hand and her mouth in the other.
“Open up” he said. She refused, and she she wouldn’t obey, he held her nose closed until she was forced to open her mouth to breathe. He took the opportunity to shove his cock inside at that moment.
“Bite and I’ll cut off your nipple.” He got out before he began thrusting his cock deep inside her throat. She could barely breathe, the cock taking up all the space in her mouth and throat. He grabbed a hold of her head and began slamming it into his balls the best he could with the position she was in. he pulled out after several minutes, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarments to reveal her mound. She began to feel the moment of panic arise in her again. He took two fingers and thrust them inside her hole. It was the first time anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in protest.
“Get out!” He thrust more wildly, adding another finger to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost painful. Part of her was heavily turned on by this, the other was screaming that she wasn’t ready.
“Please, I’ve never…”
His eyes widened. He realized he was holding a young virgin in his hands. Such a rarity in these parts. Most women just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ones like Ari, tended to have some experience or be too young for his taste. He pulled his hand out and gripped his shaft positioning himself at the entrance of her opening. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to enter her. She tried to get her wrists free, but the grip was iron.
“Please, I’m not ready.” She said quietly. He hushed her with a hand over her mouth, pushing his entire cock into her in one thrust. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the protrusion inside of her. He hammered into her for several minutes, a tear or two escaping every time she brought her attention back to the pain emanating from her lower regions. Finally, he had resisted the urge to come long enough, and with much rigor, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrists, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure, his cum leaking out of her hole slowly. She lay there whimpering. A part of him felt bad, but hey, she was the one who agreed to this for passage. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her hand restraints and went into the loo to grab a damp cloth and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to wipe off the mess she made before he got back.
Ari heard a door click shut and a lock turn before she let herself fall into tears.
Parlez
About a week had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the first. He would enter the room, yank down his trousers, and have his way with her until he came. Her pleasure didn’t mean much to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the time being. He would probably dispose of her and find a new one once they reached shore. He didn’t understand why she was so reluctant, hadn’t she known what she was getting herself into?
It was one evening when Crispin decided to let Ari out and explore the main deck for a while. Ari was excited. She hadn’t left her room for over a week. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her hair up, and cleaned herself off when Crispin unlocked the door, holding it open with a small sideways smile. She looked at him, making sure it wasn’t a joke, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his mind. The first thing she felt was the cool breeze against her skin, hitting her face with every slight movement of the ship. She walked over to the edge and felt the salty spray of the sea against her skin. She smiled to herself, saying “this is what I left for”. She felt the creak of the wood beneath her feet, the smoothness of the iron cannons perched alongside the wall. She wanted to take in everything she could before she was ushered back inside.
A noise came from behind, the sound of voices coming from the hold. Three men came from below deck, Crispin greeting them with open arms. Ari stood from a distance watching. The three men talked with Crispin for several minutes. Ari leaned on the side of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out words, when the wood beneath her hand echoed a loud squeak and the men turned their attention on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on board. Crispin motioned for Ari to come join them, and she walked over to his side.
“Gentlemen, this is Ari. She is my guest for the voyage. Ari, this is Sam, Eliot, and Michael.” The three men glanced at her, admiring her face in the setting sunlight along with the curves of her body.
“Hello gentlemen.” She said to the three.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, madam” said the one called Eliot. He looked to be the youngest, possibly 16 years, maybe 17.
“How do you do?” acquired Michael, with a friendly beaming smile of perfect teeth. She smiled back at him and nodded her head, enjoying his friendly nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the sides where he still had hair to boast of.
The final man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her face for something she couldn’t place.
“Good evening, Ari.” said the man, Sam. “Pardon me, but you look very familiar…” Ari felt a tightening in her stomach, he couldn’t know who she was, no one she had passed previous had recognized her. Given, they didn’t get a good look at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn’t mentioned anything.
“I’m sure I would remember a face such as yours.” She replied calmly, feeling the tension build within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 years, black hair and a missing bottom tooth, looking put together nonetheless; after all he was a member of the royal navy.
Wait, she did recognize him. He was also an advisor to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their talks when she was just twelve of thirteen. Would he actually recognize her after all these years?
“Ari, where are you from?” questioned Crispin, realizing he knew next to nothing about her. Ari began to panic.
“Where all men are from.” She replied with a false air of calm. “Home.” he looked back at her inquisitively, beginning to suspect something himself. She had to get out of here, but there was nowhere to go. What would they do if they found out? Take her back? She sincerely hoped not. She began to move for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her to his side. He sent a look her way that made her freeze where she stood.
“Wait. I do know you.” spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her stomach drop.
“You’re-” Suddenly a horn blazed and the man at the crows next began to climb down from his perch, running at a sprint toward Crispin. Hoards of other men began to make their way on deck, assuming positions at canons across all sides of the ship.
“What the hell is going on?” asked Crispin in a raised tone. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him. “Why did you sound the alarm?”
The young man looked at him with wide eyes, fear in every corner, his hand began to tremble.
“Pirates.” The young man whispered. Crispin’s face became stone cold, unreadable. She turned his back on the little man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a look of disbelief on his face. The other two were preoccupied of the news from the tiny man. “What did the ship look like?” He asked, not paying much attention to the man cowering behind him.
“Dark sails, dark oak wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken captive. We better get in position captain…” Crispin turned to face him once more, a look of death on his face.
“We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. Keep an eye.” Turning back to face the men, “Michael, Eliot, man the canons.” He said stone cold. “Sam-”.
“Sir. She’s not who you think-”
Now it was Ari’s turn to have a look of panic adorn her face. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to say a thing.
“What do you mean? We have more pressing matters to deal with!” he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him square in the eyes.
“She’s the Princess.” He stated. Ari’s heart sank, a feeling of panic overwhelmed her along with fear. All the while in the back of her mind the very real situation that pirates were on a nearby ship ready to attack.
“What?” Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. A look of ‘oh my god’ came across his face when the horns blew again. He stared for a moment longer, a look of confusion, fury, and panic crossing his face all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist and held, hard. “Sam, man your post. No one gets on this ship.”
“Yes sir” he said with one more glance the princess’ way before turning to go. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until specks of blood appeared where his nails dig into her.
“Wait here. We’re taking you home.” He turned toward the front of the ship, facing his men.
“Aim canons! Ready! Fire!” He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the enemy canons fired right back. One lodged right into the side where Ari was standing, she leapt backward right before it exploded. She was blown back by the force of the explosion. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a panic, and the pirate’s ship had advanced right to the side of the ship where the canon had blown a hole through the side. Men were running about, trying to collect weapons. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her side where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no broken ribs. She raced as fast as she could back to the cabin where she rummaged through her rough sack, collecting her bow and pistol. Bending over was difficult to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to pick up the weapons, but had to ignore it for the time being. She ran back out of the cabin and straight to the upper deck as fast as her injuries would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the first few pirates trying to climb aboard by ladder. The first missed as she gasped at the pain in her side. She looked down to see a red stain in he otherwise white gown. She turned away, knowing that if she didn’t do something now she would either face death in moments or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this time hitting a Pirate square in the head. The sailors and pirates alike looked around for where the arrow had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
“Oy, Captain! Up there!” all heads were now turning to face Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the ribs. Well, an eye for an eye, right? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to make their way up the ladder, hitting most of all she shot for. She reached back to grab another arrow, but there were none to be found. Shit, she thought. She withdrew her pistol from her garter, but men had already begun racing aboard the ship and fighting tooth and nail. Many tried to make their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the slew of sailors in front of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and spot Crispin, but he couldn’t be found anywhere. She turned her attention back to the advancing pirates, noting that they had taken many of her sailors down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a look of craziness in his eyes. She whirled around with one arm and shot in between the eyes. He fell with a thud not three feet away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her attention back to the other. She took a step back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the ground moments later. She took another step back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the contact when she was grabbed, her hand holding the pistol twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another bullet, when she heard it go off behind her and straight into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a massive thud.
She looked around at the pile of bodies she had accumulated, and turned to face the rest of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was silent.
All the navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the ground, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, young Eliot lying on the ground about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the members of the royal crew had their hands up, including Crispin, front and center, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, must have been at least six and half feet standing. His muscles shone from the sweat that glittered across his body. His tousled dark black hair was tossed in every direction from the sea breeze. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his taught stomach that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most astonishing part of him, his eyes. They glowed a bright, beautiful green that she could see from across the ship; and he stared right at her.
“Well, well” he spoke in a deep, cockney accent. “What do we have here? Little miss daredevil do we? Fightin’ with the big boys are we?” He narrowed his eyes and gave her a bone chilling smile that sent shivers down her spine. “Come here, Lassie.” He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one hand while holding Crispin at swords end in the other. “Drop your weapon.” She took one look at her pistol, knowing full well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no choice but to follow his orders. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, dangerous pirate in front of her.
Her side ached with every step, the red splotch seeping further down her gown as her side continued to bleed. She hadn’t gotten a chance to look at it yet. She came right in front of the two men, Crispin on one side, the stranger on the other.
“Closer”, the dark man whispered. “I want to have a good look at you.” she took a step in his direction, positioning herself directly in front of him. He looked her up and down, running the cold metal of the gun up and down her body. He pressed it firmly into the side where she had been injured, producing an outward cry from Ari, making her double over in pain.
“Don’t you dare harm the Princess!” came a voice from behind the procession of onlookers. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another pirate, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may have just risked his life in an effort to protect her, when a gun shot and he fell to the ground. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back tears from the man at her feet and the pain in her side. The man in front of her turned his attention back in Ari.
“Well, that makes this interesting. Princess? Of England?” he laughed out loud at that. Bowing in a mocking tone, “Your highness...” He said, dripping with sarcasm. The rest of the pirates laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her. “Now how did you climb aboard a navy ship? He looked at her, genuinely puzzled and intrigued by what he had in front of him. Here was not only a beautiful woman, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth of his crew singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a little impressed.
“Speak, girl. Or this man next to me dies.” Ari looked over at her rapist from the past week, and decided that she couldn’t have another body on her conscience.
“I needed a change of pace.” She said sardonically. The young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
“Well, was this a change of pace for you?” He said down to her, motioning to the mess of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his beauty, he was an overwhelming asshole.
“No actually” she said dripping with sarcasm, “this is exactly what it’s like in the palace. We’re just more discrete about it.” She flinched at the truth of her words. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceful recently, but it certainly wasn’t a bloody massacre, she told herself.
“How did you learn to shoot like that?” He asked, genuinely interested.
“My brothers. They’re excellent marksman.” She said, surprised that she responded with the truth. He smiled a leering smile at her, as if he had an idea forming in his head.
“Parlez.” He said, grinning at her. She looked at him inquisitively.
“Parlez?”
“I want to offer you a peace treaty. Under my terms, of course.” She looked him questioningly in the eye, before nodding for him to go on. “You come with me, as my prisoner, my war spoil, per say, and I let the remainder of your crew go. They can either choose to set sail back for England and let the country know what has become of you, or they can continue their journey on and dispose of the dead as needed. All you need to do to save them, is willingly join me aboard my ship.” He smiled at her, that cold smile that hadn’t left his face since she laid eyes on him.
Crispin gave her a look she couldn’t read. Was it Anger? Lust? Begging?
“And if I refuse?” she asked, knowing what was next.
“I kill you and your crew.”
She paused.
“Parlez?” he asked, holding out his hand waiting for her to take it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her side.
“Parlez.” |
Title: 18Harry Potter and the Sword of Gryffindor
Tags: Fantasy, Fan fiction
Content:
Chapter Eighteen: Pass the Salt and the Awkwardness, Please.
Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I'm not making any money.
WARNING: Harsh Language, adult themes, sexual situations (i.e. smut), bad spelling and grammar.
Author's Notes: This story is a broad farce with over the top humor (a good deal of it is crude and sexual) and OOC actions (that's Out Of Character if you don't know). Also, this is my first smut-ish fic. If you don't like sex and sex-based humor, do NOT read this!
Chapter Eighteen: "Doctor, Doctor, give me the news..."
After Tonks had left, Harry and Hermione had a very interesting conversation.
"B-but I-I already m-met your f-folks," Harry pointed out nervously.
"You said 'hi' to them from across the room five years ago," corrected Hermione. "That isn't what I'd call /'meeting them'/."
"C-couldn't we do this a-after we defeat V-Voldemort," Harry suggested with a stutter. "I-I mean, I'v-ve got so much on my mind as it is; g-go to school , f-find the Horcruxes, f-face Voldemort. P-please, w-w-we'll meet y-your parents a-after I defeat V-Voldemort!"
At that precise moment, Harry was hoping that he'd lose the final battle with Voldemort. Death was a much more pleasing option to Harry than meeting the parents of the girl he was having sex with.
"Harry, you're the bravest person I know," said Hermione. "You face danger constantly. Practically every madman in Britain has tried to kill you. You went toe to toe with a fire-breathing dragon for pity's sake! How could meeting my parents be worse than that?"
"Because I wasn't boinking the dragon's daughter!" Harry pointed out.
"What, do you think I'm going to introduce you like 'Mum, Dad, this is Harry. We've had sex in a broom-cupboard while a group of house-elves mourned outside' /or 'This is Harry. I like to swallow his load'/?" Hermione asked.
"Please don't," Harry squeaked weakly.
"Don't worry Harry, my parents won't know," Hermione clarified. "It's not as if I going to wear a sign that states we've had sex."
"But your eyes are green," Harry retorted. "They'll want to know why your eyes have changed color."
"I'll simply cast a Glamour Charm on them so they look brown again. Besides, even if they did notice them, they'd never suspect how it happened. It's not like they would ever associate eye-color change with sex."
Even with Hermione's reassurance, Harry was still nervous about meeting her mother and father. So, to help bolster his confidence, Hermione took a page out of Luna's book. Later that night, Harry and Hermione commandeered the fourth year boys' room - because Ron and Luna were already in Harry's room shagging like rabbits... again. What followed was a very interesting scene. As Harry lay on his back, Hermione rode him like a pony. She was bouncing up and down which made her boobs jiggle quite nicely. But what was very unusual was that in between thrusts and grunts, Hermione would tell Harry anecdotes about how nice and loving her parents were.
"/Um/... my dad... /oh/... loves model trains... /Merlin, that feels so-o-o-o go-o-ood/... and when... /ah/... I was eight... /wow/... I broke... /yummy/... one of his favorites... /yeah, right there/... he was mad at first and yelled... /uh/... but then he bought me a lolly... /grrr/... to say he was sorry for yelling."
Harry wasn't certain that he was feeling more confident about meeting her father or not, but he was becoming convinced that Hermione really enjoyed being on top.
"/Yes-s-s-s/... and my mum... /play with my titties, Harry/... bakes wonderful... /oh fuck/... cookies... /warm and gooey/... all warm and gooey...."
After they had finished, Hermione cuddled with Harry while she continued to praise her parents as they drifted off to sleep.
*
The next day, Hermione left early in the morning to go shopping for a present for Tonks and the baby. She told Harry that her errand would most likely be an all day event and that she would head over to the shower right after shopping therefore she wouldn't be back until late.
Harry was a little bored without Hermione. He had grown used to her company the past few days - in particular when they were both naked and in each other's company - and it felt a little odd that she wasn't there.
Thankfully, Ron and Luna were there to keep Harry company. Luna sat on the couch reading Harry's 'special book' while the two wizards played chess. Every once in a while, Luna would read aloud a segment of the book that she found interesting.
"It says here, there's a position that causes the witch to sneeze and have spontaneous bouts of accidental magic," the blonde witch read. "And here's a ritual that causes plants and other vegetation to grow faster through the act of something the author refers to as /'double-dipping'/."
"That's nice," Ron said dispassionately as he moved one of his pawns right in front of Harry's bishop. It was clear that Ron was still nervous about having dinner with his new father-in-law. Because of this distraction (or as one might call it; mind-numbing fear), for the first time, Harry was able to beat Ron.
Around four in the afternoon, Luna and Ron left for their dinner date with her father leaving Harry to head down to the kitchens for an early supper. Unfortunately, the one sect of the house-elves were still upset about Harry having sex with Hermione and showed this anger in how they prepared his food. The meal, if one could call it a meal, consisted of festering meat of some kind, a small pile of dirt, and a boiled shoe. Although Harry had to admit that the shoe was very nicely garnished with some rosemary and thyme. It showed that the house-elves were still taking pride in their work.
Given his options, Harry decided to head out to Hogsmede to fetch his supper instead. He walked into The Three Broomsticks, which was under new management seeing that Madam Rosmerta was still in St Mungo's, and found Hagrid and Professor McGonagall sitting at a nearby table.
"'ello there, Harry," the half-giant called out. "Good ter see ya."
"Come join us, Mr. Potter," requested McGonagall.
"Thank you," said Harry as he took an empty seat. After ordering some stew and a butterbeer from the waitress, Harry asked McGonagall, "Weren't you invited to Tonks' shower as well, ma'am?"
"Yes, I was," answered McGonagall. "But to be perfectly honest, those types of gatherings tend to bother me. It's an excuse for witches to gather together and complain about dirty nappies and stretch marks."
After the three finished their meal, McGonagall brought up an interesting topic.
"Draco Malfoy woke up earlier today," the Headmistress stated. "He claims that he was running from Death Eaters. It seems that Mr. Malfoy didn't have the stomach for it."
"Are they going to prosecute him for what he did?" Harry asked.
"Not likely," informed McGonagall.
"What do you mean?" Harry blurted out. "At the very least, he helped the Death Eaters attack Hogwarts and kill Professor Dumbledore."
"The moment Malfoy woke up he started talking," McGonagall explained. "He named a dozen previously unknown Death Eaters who were spying in the ministry. He also gave the location of a Hit-Wizard named Ross Stone, who has been missing for almost a year now."
"If ya ask me he was better left missing," Hagrid commented after he took a massive gulp of ale. "For what e's done, e's an unbelievably arrogant bugger."
"That's not a very nice thing to say about Stone, Hagrid," McGonagall chastised the large man before commenting under her breath "Even though it's true.
"Because of this useful information that Mr. Malfoy supplied," the Headmistress continued. "I believe that the Ministry is planning on giving Draco leniency."
Harry, McGonagall, and Hagrid made their way back to the castle as Harry pondered the information on Draco. Even though Draco may have done some good in turning over a few Death Eaters to the Ministry, it still didn't sit right with Harry. Dumbledore was dead in part to Draco's actions. In Harry's mind, Draco should have to do a lot more than turn over some Death Eaters in order to earn forgiveness.
Harry returned to his room and noticed that Hermione, Luna, and Ron had not yet returned. Picking up his /'special book'/, Harry headed up to his room to read up on some new techniques.
An hour or so later, Harry heard Hermione call out from the Common Room.
"Harry, are you in here?" she yelled.
"Yeah, in my room," Harry called out. He could hear her run up the stairs and he set his 'special book' on the bedside table.
Hermione rushed in the room carrying a large paper bag. A huge grin was plastered on her face and her cheeks were a bright red.
"I take it you had a good time?" Harry asked.
"It was brilliant!" Hermione cheered.
"Really?" Harry asked. "I didn't know a baby shower could be so much fun." In fact, both Tonks and McGonagall had told him that all that happened at these gatherings were discussions about pregnancy and babies. That didn't sound like fun to him. Actually, it sounded rather frightening.
"It wasn't just a baby shower thanks to Courtney!" Hermione said and clutched the bag to her chest happily.
"What did she do?" Harry inquired. Courtney had a wicked streak in her and Harry knew that the Auror-in-training could do some mischievous things.
"Seeing how Remus and Tonks are getting married, Courtney officially declared that it was a bridal shower as well!" Hermione was as happy as a child on Christmas morning.
"What does that mean?" Harry honestly had no idea what happened at a bridal shower. He assumed that since everyone talks about babies and pregnancies at a baby shower that in a bridal shower is full of discussions about weddings. But that didn't give Hermione a reason to be so happy. Did someone hit her with a Cheering Charm?
"Let me show you!" Hermione dumped the contents of the paper bag onto his bed. As the contents spilled out on his sheets, Hermione called out, "Courtney brought party gifts for everyone!"
As Harry looked at the various objects that were now on his bed, he realized that a baby shower is nothing like a bridal shower. These items would be completely inappropriate to give to an expectant mother or the soon-to-be-born child.
The first thing Harry saw on the pile was four sets of pink fur-lined leather cuffs. A long thin chain was attached to each of these cuffs. Hermione unsuccessfully attempted to force back a giggle when Harry picked up one of the cuffs. The next item looked like a short wand but it had a small ball on the tip. Harry had no idea why Courtney would give Hermione such a strange looking wand. A ping-pong paddle was lying alongside a red ball that was attached to some sort of long leather strap. There were several other devices of various sizes and shapes, but one of the items was easily identifiable; a very large and fluffy quill. When Harry picked up the big and fluffy feather, Hermione sighed happily.
"Um, what are these?" Harry asked.
"They're toys!" Hermione said exuberantly.
They were unlike any toys Harry had ever seen. He recalled his toys when he was a kid: broken toy soldiers and bent Frisbees; these items were nothing like his toys. Besides, even if they were toys, Harry had no idea what Hermione was so happy about. She was more a book person than a toy person.
Hermione pushed all of the so-called toys except for the cuffs and chains off of the bed. Harry watched as she sat on the bed and then proceeded to wrap one of the cuffs around her left ankle. She then repeated the process on her right ankle and then both of her wrists with the remaining three cuffs.
"Tap each one with your wand," Hermione ordered with a touch of mirth in her voice.
"Okay," Harry uttered and then complied. A second after he had tapped the last of the four cuffs, the chains sprang to life. They shot out in four different directions, causing Hermione to fall back onto the bed. As Hermione was flung back onto the bed, she made a fairly happy "whee-e-e!" sound.
Harry gulped and looked at his girlfriend in surprise. She was lying spread-eagle on her back. Judging by how taught the chains were, Harry assumed that Hermione could only move her arms and legs a couple of inches at most.
"Don't just stand there," Hermione said eagerly. "Get to work."
"You want me to use one of these?" Harry asked disbelievingly and he held up the quill for example.
"No, I want you to make a cake," Hermione said with a giggle. "Now get these clothes off of me and tickle me with that feather!"
Harry was stunned yet again at how kinky his girlfriend was; she wanted him to strip her and then tease her with the feather. Thankfully the happiness he felt about having such an adventurous lover surpassed his surprise and he grabbed his wand.
"/Vestimentum// Abripio!"/ Harry incanted and all of Hermione's clothes disappeared with a pop. The only things she was left wearing were her socks and trainers.
Hermione craned her neck and looked at her exposed flesh. "Well, I was thinking that you would've done that slowly. You know, drag it out a bit."
"I'm sorry, I thought you were in a rush," Harry mocked. "If you'd like, I can put the clothes back on and we can start again?"
"To hell with that," Hermione hissed. "I'm so randy that I'm practically dripping."
To test Hermione's word, Harry held his hand at her flower. Her heat radiated through his hand as it hovered less than an inch away from her petals.
"Not quite yet," Harry commented on her state of arousal. "But you're getting there."
Harry held the feather over Hermione's face and slowly brought it down so that it covered her nose and lips. With a deliberately unhurried pace, Harry dragged the toy down her chin, over her neck, stopping at the valley between her breasts. Harry began to draw a small circle in between her tittes with the tip of the feather. Tiny bumps blossomed all over Hermione's skin and her body shivered as the feather tickled her. After a few seconds, Harry moved the tip so that it was circling her breast. Slowly, Harry closed the circle until it eclipsed 'Carmella'. The bud rose up and poked out of the hair-like strands of the feather. Harry decided to congratulate 'Carmella's' achievement of breaking through the feather's fibers by giving it a kiss. His lips encompassed her nipple and Hermione groaned out. Harry repeated this process on /'Natasha' /because he didn't think it would be fair to leave the other nipple out.
Hermione shivered as the feather dragged down her tummy and circled her belly-button. She groaned out in anticipation as Harry ran the tip over her hairless mon-pubis. Then he traced the feather down the insides of her thighs, just barely touching her flower. Hermione ground her hips, silently begging for Harry to continue. He ran the tip of the feather along her labia and she moaned.
A sharp pain drew Harry's attention to his own groin. 'Harry, Jr.' was so eager to play that the organ was trying to force its way through Harry's trousers. Harry paused for a second to readjust his pants so that his penis had a little more room to expand.
Harry returned his attention to Hermione and continued the tactic of teasing her flower for some time. He marveled at how Hermione moaned and how she struggled against her restraints.
"Take me Harry," Hermione moaned out. "I need you inside of me."
Normally, Harry would have been more than eager to follow her request - in fact, 'Harry, Jr.' was begging him to obey her command - but he got such a thrill at teasing her that he wanted to continue at it. The soft sounds she was making and the way she was wriggling truly excited him. He needed to see more. So Harry continued to tickle her pussy with the feather. Harry was amused by her reaction, Hermione felt pleasure at the feather, but it wasn't enough. Her body was aching for release.
"Har-r-r-ry!" she mewed in frustration and lust which only heightened Harry's arousal and his determination to tease her. Her flower was glistening and the fibers of the feather began to clump and stick together.
Resolving to cause her even more pleasurable frustration, Harry used two of his fingers from his free hand to begin to gently pry apart her petals to expose her clit. Hermione quickly tried to move her hips in hopes of some sort of penetration and relief, but Harry denied her. He spread her lips open and revealed her button. Hermione cried out when he touched the wet feather to her clitoris. She quivered and he traced her bud lovingly. It was something that he could do for hours... and he had every intention of doing so when Hermione looked at him with her beautiful brown-green eyes.
"Please Harry," Hermione cried pitifully. "I need you..."
Harry placed the soiled feather to the side and focused on the image of a snake in his mind. He lowered himself and placed his lips to her womanhood and reached into the love that he felt for Hermione. She flowed into his mouth and on the sheets the moment his love-charge Parsletongue power entered her. Her juices dripped down his chin as he licked and suckled at her.
He looked up at her as he worked his magic. Her entire body was glistening with sweat and her skin was flush and radiant. The chains were the only thing keeping Hermione from grabbing fistfuls of his hair. Harry could see her fingers claw at the air, looking for something to grab onto.
"Sweet Baby Maeve!" Hermione cried out and Harry lapped at her honey as she orgasmed. Her legs tired to clamp down around Harry's head but the restraints held them in place. He continued to eat her out as she rode her climax.
"Get that thing in me now!" Hermione growled and panted.
Not even bothering to undress fully, Harry lowered his trousers just far enough to pull his rock-hard member out. Harry slid himself into her sopping cunny and she squeezed him.
"Fuck me hard, Harry," she ordered.
Harry didn't let himself go completely; he doubted that he ever would, out of fear of hurting her, but he did allow himself to thrust away. He drove into his lover causing his hips to slap against hers.
"Do it!" Hermione cried out. "Shag me!"
Due to the speed of his thrusts, Harry didn't last long. He pumped away and grunted as he spilled his seed into her. He continued to pump even after he had stopped cumming. His arms were growing weak and his body wanted to rest, but Harry ignored it. The look on Hermione's face told him that she would be climaxing again soon and his exhaustion was nothing compared to his desire to pleasure Hermione.
She didn't make a sound when it hit her, but Harry felt and saw her body tense up. Her walls contracted around his organ.
After she had finished, Harry lay on top of her and kissed her lips.
"I love you so much, Hermione," he whispered fondly.
"I... love... you... Har...ry" Hermione breathed out as she fell asleep.
Harry stayed there on top and inside of her. He enjoyed the sensation of her around him as much as he enjoyed watching her sleep. He took a great amount of pride in satisfying her so completely. A soft snore escaped Hermione's throat and Harry smiled. He had no idea how much time had elapsed when a voice sounded behind him.
"There are very reliable Door Locking Charms, you know," Luna said.
Without pulling himself out of his sleeping lover, Harry looked back over his shoulder to see Luna and Ron standing in the doorway. Luna had her ever-present dreamy look to her eyes while Ron had his hand pressed firmly over his own eyes.
"If you didn't know of any, you could've written simple a 'Do Not Disturb' note and stuck it to the door," added Luna.
"Okay," Harry squeaked. He imagined that Luna was getting a very interesting and messy show from where she was standing. If he had his wits about him, he may have retorted that Luna should practice what she preaches because he had walked in on them as well.
"We just wanted to pop in and tell you we're back from our dinner with Daddy," Luna informed Harry.
"Okay," Harry squeaked again. He was troubled that Luna wasn't bothered by the sight of him lying on top of a bound and unconscious Hermione.
"Daddy and Ronald got on smashingly," Luna said happily. "Didn't you Ronald?"
"Yes," Ron answered in a monotone with his hand still over his eyes. Harry was happy that at least Ron was bothered by seeing Harry lying on top of a bound and unconscious Hermione.
"I was going to wish you two a good-night," Luna stated. "But it's obvious that you have already had one."
"Okay," whimpered Harry.
Luna began to turn, as if she was finally going to leave the room, when she paused. Her large blue eyes were fixed on the pile of toys that Hermione had brought back from the shower. Leaving her boyfriend in the doorway, Luna trotted up to the side of Harry's bed. The blonde witch bent over - Harry noted that her head was uncomfortably close to his and Hermione's joined hips while doing so - and retrieved the short wand. She stood back up and held the device in front of Harry's face.
"Can I borrow this tonight?" she asked exhilaration.
"Okay," Harry muttered. He still had no idea what the item was used for, but it was clear by Luna's excited expression that she knew what it was.
Once again, Luna turned to the door but stopped. Harry saw her eyes survey the wet sheets and she gave him the thumbs-up symbol.
"Smashing job, Harry," she commented. "I know Ron's not a Parslemouth, but you have to teach him some of your techniques."
"Okay," murmured Harry.
Before she left, Luna gave Harry a congratulatory pat for his job of satisfying Hermione into unconsciousness. Of course, the pat was on Harry's naked arse. This caused him to recoil away from the smack which led to him accidentally thrusting his hips into Hermione's, which caused her to snore loudly. Thankfully, Hermione was completely worn out. Harry thought it would be safe to assume that Hermione would be upset if she had woken up to find Harry still inside her while having a conversation with Luna.
"Night, Harry," Ron muttered with obvious embarrassment in his voice.
"We're going to be using this wand I barrowed in the Common Room, just to let you know," Luna informed Harry before disappearing down the hall.
Harry continued to lie in and on Hermione for a while. He was still in too much shock at having Ron and Luna walk in on the "after-glow" to move. After a few moments, Harry snapped out of his surprise and rolled off and out of his lover. He muttered a few cleaning spells and removed the cuffs from Hermione's ankles and wrists. Pulling the sheet over them, Harry cuddled with Hermione. As Harry drifted off into sleep, he heard a distant soft buzzing sound accompanied by Luna's giggle.
*
The first thing Harry saw when he woke up the next morning was Hermione's smiling eyes. He assumed that her lips would have been smiling as well if they weren't wrapped around his willy.
Apparently, 'Harry, Jr.' woke up before Harry did. And Hermione clearly wanted to thank the organ, and therefore Harry, on such a good job of pleasing her the night before.
"Morning, love," Harry groaned out.
Hermione raised her mouth off of Harry's organ to return the greeting. "Good morning," she said with a thin line of spittle connecting her lips to his crown. After she finished speaking, Hermione plunged back down and began to hum Harry's theme.
Harry wished that he could wake up to this every morning; it was so much better than an alarm clock. He felt pity for other wizards who had to rise out of their slumber to the sound of a ringing bell. Humming and slurping were much better sounds than any bell ringing.
"Oh by the way, Harry," Hermione paused in her fellatio. "I stopped by my parents yesterday, before the shower."
"Oh really," Harry tried to sound like he cared, but all he wanted was Hermione to continue sucking. Perhaps she could talk while it was in her mouth? No, that might lead to a case of accidental biting.
Thankfully, Hermione returned to the task immediately after speaking. She bobbed a few more times and Harry could feel his balls begin to well up. Seeing how close he was, Harry reasoned that Hermione must have started to suck him off well before he woke up.
Once again, Hermione stopped and raised her head.
"I stopped by and talked to my parents before I went to the shower to ask them something," she said while she stroked his length.
"That's nice," Harry murmured. He honestly didn't care if she had popped over to Buckingham Palace to have tea with the Queen. All he wanted was for his lover to finish what she had started, and to finish soon. It wasn't fair of Hermione to have a discussion with him at a time like this. She must've known that he couldn't form coherent thoughts much less words when she was blowing him.
Hermione went back to pleasuring Harry. Something was nagging him, at the back of his mind. It was like his subconscious was trying to tell him something that had slipped his mind. He knew it was dreadfully important, but it obviously wasn't as important as Hermione giving him head.
He was so very close, any second he'd be a happy wizard. But his joy was postponed yet again when Hermione paused to speak.
"I set up that dinner with my parents," she said.
"Neat," Harry forced himself to mutter. What he truly wanted to say was "Who the hell cares? I'm about to cum!"
/ /Hermione enveloped his organ into her mouth once more. She was infuriating him with all this small talk. Why the hell would she start this if she wanted to talk? She was using her mouth for other things besides speaking. And when she talked, she only delayed his pleasure. Was this in retaliation for all the teasing he inflicted on her the night before? Harry realized that it wasn't, because he had a feeling that Hermione would do a much better job of teasing besides pausing to have a chat. Perhaps she had an ulterior motive.
That nagging sensation grew in his head. It slowly dawned on Harry that it was something about Hermione's parents. He knew that Hermione had a reason to talk to her parents and it was important in some way to Harry, but what it was had slipped his mind. Hermione's wonderful mouth on his penis drove it and all other thoughts away.
He was on the edge of cumming. In a second or two, he'd be finished.
"Hermione, I'm gonna-"
Harry started to warn his lover of his impending ejaculation. But Hermione raised her head and said rapidly: "We're going to have dinner with my parents tonight!"
She then swallowed Harry's organ before he could realize what she had said to him. She bobbed and sucked. Harry grunted as he released himself into her mouth. The black-haired wizard lay on his back panting. He was very happy.
Then, Hermione's words hit him; he was going to meet her parents in a few hours!
Harry shot upright in the bed and looked with horror filled eyes at his girlfriend.
"Bu-b-but w-w-what?" he stammered.
"We're going to have dinner with my mum and dad tonight," she repeated with a devilish grin on her face.
Harry looked between his still wet genitals and Hermione in surprise and disbelief. "You told me that while you were giving me head?"
"Yes," she answered and the roguish smile grew. "You would have started to panic if I just brought it up. This way I eased you into the knowledge."
"By giving me head?"
"I happen to think it went well," Hermione stated. "If I wasn't giving you fellatio, you would've tried to talk your way out of meeting mum and dad."
Harry was about to voice his objections. Hermione had turned something pure and wonderful - the blow job - into nothing more that just a means to mask a conversation. But any protests he had were lost on Hermione when she stood and commanded, "We need to get you some decent clothes, so let's hop in the shower." With that, Hermione walked out of the room.
Harry sat in his bed. He hung his head low and sulked. He was going to meet the parents of the witch he was in love with and was shagging. He wondered if he would feel less awkward meeting them if he and Hermione hadn't had sex yet.
After a minute or two, Harry walked into the bathroom. His sullen spirit was suddenly lifted when he saw a wet, naked, and suds-covered Hermione waiting for him. Normally, Harry could take a shower in less than five minutes, but seeing how he had to help Hermione wash up, it took him a little over fifteen minutes to do so. Of course, he had to bring her to orgasm with his tongue and fingers after he washed her hair; it was the polite thing to do.
*
Harry's breakfast consisted of a large plate of steaming Thestral droppings. He reasoned that it was the winged horse's excrement because he could see it but Hermione couldn't. After stealing half of Hermione's food, the two lovers set out for Diagon Alley.
First, they had to stop by Gringrotts to pick up some money. Seeing how they were going to meet her parents, they realized that they couldn't shop for Harry's clothes in Diagon Alley. He had to be in proper Muggle-clothes for that. So they had to exchange a few galleons for pound notes.
Harry had not gone clothes shopping since he had to buy his first set of school robes (it also happened to have been his first time clothes shopping as well). Needless to say, Harry was completely lost when Hermione led him into a Muggle department store. There were hundreds of styles to choose from.
Hermione decided to let Harry pick out his own clothes. It was a mistake that many women make when they are first dating; they believe their boyfriends can have the slightest traces of taste and style without their input. Hermione realized her error when Harry showed her the plain white pull-over - which was four sizes too large - and the pair of jeans - again, four sizes too large. Hermione nearly dragged Harry physically through the store as she picked out over a dozen shirts and slacks for Harry to try out. She then marched him over to the fitting rooms and made him try each one on. Hermione demanded that Harry parade each outfit in front of her. After she had Harry turn around to show the clothes off, she dismissed all of her selections. They either didn't "suit" him or the color was suddenly "all wrong" for him. She then marched Harry back through the shop and selected another dozen set of clothes. Harry then had to try each one on and Hermione would examine him and then decided if Harry should buy it or not. She repeated this process countless times over the next four hours and three shops until she was satisfied with three dress shirts and two slacks for Harry. Before that day, Harry didn't realize shopping was such a demanding and tiring process.
After a light lunch at a Muggle restaurant, they headed back to the castle. When they arrived, Hermione supervised Harry as he dressed.
"No, not the polo," she said. "Try the blue button-up one... no the red one."
It took Harry half an hour to dress. Hermione kept changing her mind as to what he should wear. The seventh time she had him try on the blue shirt, he realized that she must have been just as nervous as he was.
After they had successfully dressed, Hermione created a Portkey out of an old piece of parchment. Harry landed gracelessly in the back garden of the Granger home. With a wave of her wand, Hermione cleaned Harry's clothes.
"Are you ready?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah," Harry said aloud while chanting internally 'Don't mention sex. Don't mention sex.'
/ /Hermione was about to open up the back door when Harry stopped her.
"Hermione, your eyes!" he hissed. In all the excitement, they had forgotten to disguise her now mostly green eyes. Harry knew that Hermione was right when she said her parents wouldn't possibly guess the cause of this change, but he didn't want to take any chances. Hermione waved her wand over her face and the green was replaced by brown.
As Hermione tucked her wand away, the back door flew open with a bang. In the doorway stood a short man with curly brown hair, the same hair as Hermione's. He glowered at Harry angrily.
"You Potter?" he asked gruffly.
"Yes sir," Harry replied in a tiny voice.
"What are your intentions with my daughter?" he demanded.
"Daddy!" Hermione chastised.
"Richard!" a voice sounding very similar to Hermione's called out from inside the house. "Leave the poor boy alone!"
A woman, who had a very similar nose and mouth to Hermione, hauled the man away from the door.
"But Fiona, it's my job," the man objected as he disappeared from view.
Hermione led Harry into the house. Her parents were standing in front of the stove.
"Mum, Dad, this is Harry Potter. Harry, these are my parents; Doctor Richard Granger and Doctor Fiona Granger." Hermione introduced them.
"You can call us Fiona and Richard," Hermione's mother said warmly. It was clear to Harry that Fiona was trying her best to make him comfortable.
"No he can't," Hermione's father objected. Harry felt it was safe to assume that Richard had no intention of making Harry feel comfortable.
"Ignore him," Fiona commented. She then shook Harry's hand and said cordially "Hello Harry."
"Hi, ma'am," Harry returned the greeting.
Richard's greeting wasn't as warm and inviting as his wife's. In fact, when Harry extended his hand to Hermione's father, the man stared at it like it was something offensive. For what felt like an eternity, Harry stood there with his hand extended, waiting for Richard to shake it.
Harry saw Hermione give her mother a concerned look. It was clear that Hermione was both worried and embarrassed by her father's attitude. Picking up on her daughter's look, Fiona broke the awkward silence.
"Let's have dinner shall we?" Fiona said and led everyone out of the kitchen and into the dinning room.
It was a wonderfully prepared meal of roast chicken and potatoes. While they ate, Fiona would ask Harry polite question about himself and Hermione. Such as, "Do you two share a lot of classes?", "Do you like Hogwarts?", and "Do you know what you are going to do with you life after you're finished with school?"
Harry limited his responses to "Yes, ma'am" or "No, ma'am." He was afraid that if he said anymore than that he would blurt out something inappropriate. For example; "I can draw an exact replica of your daughter's vagina from memory!" Harry thought that would not be proper.
Of course, Richard just stared menacingly at Harry throughout the entire dinner. Which added to Harry's already massive case of nervousness. The young wizard was sweating bullets.
When Hermione and Fiona were almost finished with their meal, Harry noticed that he had barely touched his food. He didn't eat much simply because he was so nervous. But Richard took his lack of appetite as something offensive.
"Is our food not good enough?" Richard asked as he glowered at Harry.
"Richard, just what do you think you are doing?" Fiona demanded.
"My job," Richard said as if those two words unequivocally proved his point.
"And what is your job, exactly?" Hermione asked. Harry could see that his girlfriend was upset with her father's behavior.
"My job as your dad," Richard elaborated. "It's the job of all dads to give the blokes who are interested in their daughters a hard time."
"Oh come off of it Richard," Fiona chided. "My dad did the same thing to you when I brought you home. I distinctly remember that you hated the way dad treated you."
"That's different," argued Richard. "Your Dad was being unrealistic. Me, on the other hand, I'm protecting our daughter's virtue from this bag of raging hormones." This was completed with a finger jabbed in Harry's direction.
Hermione just rolled her eyes.
"Besides, I'm just carrying on a tradition," argued Richard. "Every dad has to consider the bloke who's dating his daughter is a sex-crazed fiend. And it's our duty as parents to protect our daughter from them."
"Stuff it, Richard." Fiona shot back. "Hermione's got a good head on her shoulders and she's known Harry for years. And it's obvious that they care for each other deeply. So leave the boy alone!"
Richard grumbled something before hanging his head dejectedly.
After finishing dinner, Harry helped the Grangers clean up the table. The four then went into the parlor for drinks. Fiona sat on the couch while Harry and Hermione took two comfy chairs opposite of the couch. Richard poured a glass of wine for himself, Fiona, and Hermione. Harry however was handed a glass of warm milk by Hermione's dad. The message was clear to Harry; Richard was saying that Harry wasn't a man yet and didn't deserve wine. Despite a glaring look from both Hermione and Fiona, Richard took pride in knocking Harry down a notch.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Fiona called out. "I made my homemade cookies! Let me go fetch them."
As Fiona went to the kitchen, Harry recalled that Hermione had told him that her mother made wonderful cookies, but he couldn't remember when she had told him this precisely. Harry had a feeling that it was a happy time when she told him this little tidbit. Was it when he and Hermione had rode Buckbeak to save Sirius? Or was it after he had gotten out of the lake at the second task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament?
A moment later, Hermione's mother returned with a platter piled high with chocolate chip cookies.
"I know cookies aren't the best with wine, but they are my specialty," Fiona declared proudly. She held the platter in front of Harry first and he took one. It was still warm.
"I just took them out of the oven," Fiona informed Harry while she took the tray over to Hermione. "That way the cookies are at their best; all warm and gooey!'
Then it hit Harry; Hermione had informed him about the cookies just the other day while she was bouncing up and down on /'Harry, Jr.'/. She had heralded her mother's cookies as being "warm and gooey" during sex! This revelation brought up the happy image of Hermione during that conversation in Harry's mind; bouncing titties and all! Harry was remembering shagging Hermione in front of her parents! He was breaking the first rule of meeting your girlfriend's parents; do /NOT/ think of your girlfriend naked - much less during intercourse - in front of her mother and father!
Harry tried desperately to block out the happy memory, but that just led to him recalling the incident in the broom cupboard. Tiny beads of sweat sprang up anew all over Harry's face. He clamped his jaw tight in fear of letting the knowledge of how far the two of them had gone in their love.
"Now, I know I may be jumping the gun here, but have you two thought about children?" Fiona asked with a glow. Thankfully, she had not noticed Harry's discomfort.
But Fiona's question brought up a terrifying concept: had Hermione's mum figured out that they had been practicing making babies? Harry felt very ill suddenly.
"Mother," Hermione groaned out. "I'm only seventeen."
"I know that, I was thinking years down the line. Perhaps after the two of you have careers," Fiona corrected and she sat on the couch next to Richard. "I want grandbabies, but not just now."
"Yes, but like you said; years from now," Hermione said with a blush and Harry could see Richard become very uncomfortable and angry at the idea of his daughter having sex; even if it was to produce grandchildren. "Oh, that reminds me," Hermione added. "Our friends are expecting a child soon."
"Really, who?" Fiona asked.
"Remus and Tonks."
"When are they due?"
"In a few weeks," Hermione answered. "Which seems strange at first because they got pregnant just the other day when Harry and I tricked them into doing a ritual we found in a book." Hermione chuckled at the memory of the prank. "We didn't know it at the time, but the side effect of the ritual is that it accelerates the pregnancy so that it lasts only two months."
"What kind of book would have such a ritual?" Fiona asked with obvious curiosity.
"A tantric book..." Hermione suddenly stopped and gulped in fear. It was clear that she had said more than she had intended.
Harry assumed that Fiona knew exactly what Hermione had meant when she used the word tantric by her expression. Her face was a mixture of anger and repulsion.
"Tantirc!" Fiona seethed. "A book on tantric rituals! Please tell me you haven't practiced any?"
Hermione and Harry's guilt-filled silence answered Fiona's question.
Whereas Fiona clearly knew what the term tantric meant, it seemed Richard was a little behind.
"Tantric, I've heard that somewhere," Richard spoke aloud. "Isn't that the thing Sting does?"
"Yes it's the thing Sting does!" Fiona hissed. "And it seems that it also happens to be the thing your daughter does as well!"
Richard shot a surprised and angry look directly at Harry before saying in a soft, yet baleful voice; "You touched my princess?"
"I cannot believe you had sex, young lady!" Fiona screeched.
"Mum, you just got through asking if we planned on having children!" Hermione shot back.
"Well, I didn't think that you'd be practicing so early on in your relationship!"
As mother and daughter argued, Harry was fearful of Richard. The older man had his hands balled into fists on his lap and he was visibly shaking. Harry wondered for a brief moment if he was going to have to Stun Hermione's dad.
"Mum, I've known Harry for six years," Hermione countered. "Don't tell me you and dad waited that long before having sex!"
"It's not the same thing, young lady! You father and I were already out of university and had our own practices when we met.!" Fiona shouted. "We were more mature when we had sex for the first time than you are now!"
Richard stood and Harry began reaching for his wand. He hoped that Hermione would forgive him for using magic on her dad.
"Mature?" Hermione asked. "How is the fact that Harry and I have slept together a sign of a lack of maturity?"
"You touched my princess!" growled Richard.
"You are far too young for such a relationship," argued Fiona.
"Too young? How can you, of all people, say I am too young to have sex?" Hermione asked.
"Because I am your mother!"
"Then maybe you shouldn't have given me you boarding school journals when I went off to Hogwarts," Hermione said in a threatening tone.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Fiona demanded.
"The Tumbleweed Dance..." Hermione said cryptically. At first, Fiona looked confused by Hermione's response, so Hermione added two names. "Jacob and Charlotte."
Suddenly, Fiona's red angry face turned pale and she took a calming breath.
"Richard, sit down," Fiona commanded.
"But he touched my princess," Richard contested. It was obvious that he so wanted to hurt the boy who deflowered his little girl.
"Hermione is an intelligent young lady who has a level head," Fiona pointed out. It was obvious that Fiona was still upset over the ordeal, but she was forcing herself to get over it for some reason. "She wouldn't just hop into bed with any boy. Besides, as she said, she has known Harry for six years."
Hermione stood up and said in a calm and dispassionate voice, "I think it's time we should be leaving."
Harry stood up and moved behind his girlfriend for protection. Hermione might have derailed her mother's anger, but her father was still a powder-keg waiting to blow. Hermione bid her parents good night and led Harry out of the house.
Hermione and Harry used the Portkey to return to Hogwarts and as they walked to the castle, Harry asked "What was that all about?"
"What, my dad or my mum?" she asked.
"Your dad I understood. He made it very clear that he didn't like the idea of me touching /'his princess'/," Harry replied. "What did you say to your mother to make her stop her rant? Who are Jacob and Charlotte.?"
"Oh, that," a bemused smile appeared on her face. "I was a little nervous when I was about to go to Hogwarts," explained Hermione. "You know, first time away from home and whatnot. So my mum gave me her journals that she had kept back when she went off to boarding school. She said that seeing that she had gone through similar things, that it would help calm my nerves.
"I noticed that some of her entries were in code," Hermione continued. "I wasn't able to break the code until third year - which should tell you how difficult the code was to crack. I found out that they were mostly entries about boys and crushes."
"So why did she freak out when you mentioned that dance?" asked Harry.
"Let's just say that I got my kinky hair from my dad," Hermione answered. "Everything else kinky about me came from my mum."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"My mum did..." Hermione paused, trying to find the right words. "She did something inappropriate at the dance with a boy and a girl... at the same time."
Harry stopped dead in his tracks.
"A three-way?" he blurted out. "Your mother was in a three-way?"
"She was young," justified Hermione. "And it was the Seventies."
A warm glowing feeling passed though Harry. Hermione had just admitted two things. First, she joked that she got her wild and kinky behavior from her mother. And second, she admitted that her mother was in a threesome! Hermione had just inadvertently hinted that she might want to add someone their little sex-romps!
"Don't get any idea about someone joining us, Potter," Hermione scolded, deciphering his look. "I'm a one wizard witch."
"Who said anything about a wizard," Harry said happily.
Hermione looked at Harry with her eyes bugged for two full seconds before saying; "Looks like someone will be sleeping alone tonight."
True to her word, Harry spent the night alone in his room. She was so angry with him that Harry doubted that she would be inclined to wake him up the way she did that morning ever again.
To Be Continued |
Title: 18th Birthday takes the wrong turn
Tags: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Male Domination, Rape, Young
Introduction:
Hi everyone, this is the first ever story written by me. I hope you enjoy the read and please upvote it if you do like it. Please do let me know of your thoughts in the comments
Content:
It was my most boring birthday ever. Both my parents were out of town on business trips. I don't have have a lot of friends. The few ones I had came over to my place in the evening and we spent a couple of hours together, celebrating as best we could. At around 9 PM, I saw them off, locked the door and prepared to go stream Netflix.
I'm Alice, a simple highschool girl who loves to spend time with herself. I personally find myself to be average in terms of looks. However, for some reason I just happen to receive a lot of compliments about my looks. I could bet that half of the guys in my class had a crush on me. However, considering what I had heard about guys loving redheads, that might be pretty normal. I am 5'6, with pinkish white skin and short-cropped red hair.
My sex life is pretty much non-existent. I've had a couple of boyfriends, but never went ahead of kissing. I'm the simple church-going kind of girl who would want to stay virgin until marriage. Of course, my boyfriends made advances, but I always managed to avoid sex.
As I sat down on the couch, there was a knock on the door. I walked up and placed my eye on the eye-hole. It was my neighbor, Mr. Smith. He was one of my favourite people in the neighborhood. He is a bachelor and loved alone. A cool guy, around 30 years of age. Strong build, but not too muscular, with brown hair. About a feet taller than me. He has been a family friend for years, and is a cool guy. I opened the door and greeted him "Hello Mr. Smith".
- "Hi Alice, actually I needed some help", he replied.
-"I'm sorry Mr. Smith, my parents aren't home"
-"Yeah I know. They told me they were leaving for a few days"
-"Okay...how can I help you"
-"Actually, I lost my keys on my way back home, probably dropped it somewhere accidentally", he said sheepishly "As there are no locksmiths in the neighborhood I can't find one so late at night. I know it probably sounds odd...but can I spend the night here? I'll find a locksmith early in the morning tomorrow"
I actually felt pretty glad that he wanted to stay. I was bored of staying alone already. "Sure, come on in" I said.
Mr. Smith walked in, still looking shy. After he had relaxed a bit, I took him up stairs. I had told him that he can sleep on the sofa in my room. He looked hesitant as he entered my room. Suddenly, he exclaimed "Oh, how could I forget? Happy Birthday, Alice!"
-"thank you so much"
-"actually, I even brought a gift for you"
-"really? What is it?"
-"It's a surprise. One that you'll never forget" he smiled
-"c'mon, tell me!=
-"alright, turn around and close your eyes. Don't look till I tell you to".
I was super excited, but I did as he told. I faced the wall and closed my eyes. A few seconds later, I heard the door getting shut and the bolt sliding in. Even though I trusted Mr. Smith, I felt a sudden fear. I opened my eyes and turned around, to find myself face to face with him. His shy smile was now replaced with an evil grin. "Wh-what are you doing?" I asked with a slight tremble in my voice.
His grin grew wider "I told you I'll give you a surprise you'll never forget. Today you're gonna turn you from a girl to a woman". Before I could even register what he meant, his hands were on my breasts. I immediately squirmed and put my arms across my breasts to stop him. He grinned and said "c'mon, no need to struggle. You're gonna enjoy this"
-"no I'm not"
-"trust me, you will"
-"please, leave me alone"
-"you're gonna beg for more when I fuck you deep"
I was too paralyzed by fear to even realise that he had already pinned me against the wall. He started to grope my breasts, massaging them and pinching my nipples. I was too ashamed to shocked to react, but I managed to squeak "Please, stop". Still pinning me against the wall, he took off my top and ripped away my bra, revealing the naked skin of my breasts. Even his stare felt disgusting and repulsive. But what came next was far worse than him staring at my breasts. He started to molest me in every way he could. His hands squeezed my tits with my nipples pinched tightly between his fingers. He pulled them, pressed them and basically had his way with my breasts. Soon I could feel him grinding his body against mine, with his penis rubbing against my thighs. By now, I had started to sob.
All of a sudden, he slapped my breasts hard and yelled "stop crying like an ungrateful bitch and get on your knees!"
-"M-my knees? Why?"
-"because if you don't, I'll just turn you around and fuck your ass* he said, and grabbed my hair tightly in a bunch. Without seeing any options, I slowly went down to my knees. "Now" he commanded, "unzip my trousers". "No way, you damn pervert" I yelled back with tears streaming down my face. He responded to this my slapping me hard across my cheek, leaving a burning sensation. I squealed in pain and tried to grab his hand. Intead, he grabbed mine. As I shut my eyes in fear, I could feel him using my hand to pull down his zip. And then, he forcefully pulled my hand inside and made me touch his manhood. My skin instantly revolted in disgust as I touched it, but he was holding my hand firmly. He then forced me to hold his dick and pull it out of his trousers. I opened my eyes, and the sight in front of me gave me shivers. His cock was huge, with good girth. It wasn't even hard and was hanging in a semi-hard manner, but I was sure that it was already some good 7 inches. It looked muscular and veiny. I felt powerless as he held my hand and forced me to stroke it. And then he grinned again and said "give me a blowjob"
-"never"
-"Do what I say unless you want me to force you. Either way, you're gonna have to take my dick"
-"I'll rather die than suck your dick"
-"Alright, die then" he pinched my nostrils close. As I started to struggle for breath, he slapped my face repeatedly with his dick, and rubbed it along my lips. Ultimately, I could no longer stay without breath and had to open my mouth to gulp in some fresh air. That's when he pushed is disgusting lump of meat into my mouth. Before I even had enough breath, he had pushed his entire cock into my mouth, holding it balls deep. I instantly choked on it as it reached my throat, but he held it anyway. My eyes watered and my body slackened, as I realized that he was really going to rape me. He started to fuck my mouth, moving his hips back and forth. I tried to scream, but it was muffled due to his huge dick inside my mouth. I couldn't even move my head as he held it in place tightly my my hair and continued to thrust.
I felt like throwing up, but controlled myself at the thought of what he might do to me if I angered him. The tip of his cock kept hitting my throat as he went on, and I suddenly had an idea. He was probably planning on taking my virginity. But what if I made him cum before he could do that? I had heard that guys usually lose their stamina after cumming. Seeing it as a ray of hope, I started to suck his dick myself. I closed my lips around his shaft and rolled my tongue around the head. Mr. Smith looked surprised at my sudden enthusiasm. I reached up and starred to stroke the shaft while sucking the tip. It felt wrong, very very wrong. But he had put his dick in my mouth anyway. This would at least save me from further violation. Well, that's what I hoped at least. As I stroked his dick, I felt it become rock hard.
Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth. "Mr. Smith?" I asked, confused. He sneered "I'm not done with you yet. I'm gonna use more than just your mouth". At that moment, I knew that my efforts had failed and I had given him a blowjob for nothing. He lifted my struggling body up and carried me to the bed. "Now girl" he said "take off the rest of your clothes too". "NO!" I yelled at him. At this, he pinned be down on the bed and proceeded to undress me. I winced at the sound of my skirt and and panties being torn apart. Soon, I found myself lying on the bed facing the ceiling, with him towering over me. He undressed himself completely while holding me down, and I realized that there was no escape.
-"Please Mr. Smith...let me go...I beg you"
-"shut up and be a good bitch" he said as he started to stroke my pussy.
-"I-I'm a virgin! Please don't take away my virginity!"
-"Even better! Gonna fuck the hell out of your tight pussy"
-"Noooo...." I sobbed "please don't do this to me. I'll give you anything you want but please don't take my virginity"
-"Anything?"
-"Yes", I said, without realising the huge mistake I was making.
-"Fine. I'll take something else. Lie facedown on the bed and wait".
I obeyed. I then sensed him mounting me and positioning himself over my hips. He bent down and started to smell my body, as I felt his breath on my neck. What followed next is something I'll never forget. He used his legs to spread mine wide open and I felt something nudge between my ass cheeks. It took me a moment to realise that what he was gonna do was gonna be far more painful for me than losing my virginity.
Without a single warning, he entered my butthole. It felt like my ass was getting ripped apart my his monstrous cock as he pushed in. I screamed in pain, clutching the bedsheets with all my strength. He pulled out, but my relief was short-lived. He thrust in again, this time far harder and deeper. Just when I thought he couldn't go any deeper, he made another thrust. This time, his balls slapped against my body and I realized that he had shoved his entire dick inside my tiny hole. I continued to scream as loud as I could, but suddenly his hand clamped over my mouth. "Get ready to be fucked to death" he said, and started to ravage me. He jumped my ass like a bull, pumping deep and hard with vigour. My ass...it felt like it was being torn apart into pieces. At one point, I bit his hand hard and screamed out again as soon as he released my mouth. "You bitch! You're gonna pay for this!" He yelled. Suddenly, he grabbed my panties and stuffed it into my mouth. Pinning me down, he now started to fuck me savagely. Tears started to stream down my cheeks, but the went on brutally. I struggled and squirmed and tried to fight back, but he was much more stronger. All I could do was stay pinned down under him and get used like a sex toy.
Suddenly, he pulled out and slapped my butt cheeks. Before I could even relax a bit, he turned me over to make me face the ceiling. I looked at him and instantly knew that he wasn't done with me yet. I looked at him with pleading eyed and tried to tell him to stop, but all that escaped my panty-stuffed mouth was "Mpppghh...mmghh". He grabbed my legs and lifted them, folding my knees over my chest. I lay there, powerless and exposed. Then, with another evil grin, he drove his dick back into my ass. I knew what this position was called - missionary. But I never even thought that anal sex could be done in that position too. Not like I thought a lot about sex anyway.
Once again, the brutal rape continued. Tears streamed down my face as I stared at the ceiling and bit on the panties in my mouth in pain. He drove in and out of my ass mercilessly, every thrust seeming to rip me open wider. Soon, both his hands were on my breasts. He left his entire body weight on them, smashing my soft D cup boobs and fucked me savagely. I cried harder, but it only seemed to turn him on even more as he increased his pace. I don't know how long he continued to have his way with me. Quite often, he would slap me hard, across my face, my breasts or my butt cheeks. Eventually, my muscles seemed to ease and my ass hurt less. His dick hit somewhere very deep inside me and it shot flames of pleasure all over my body. Part of me begged him to stop while another part of me begged him to go on. Nevertheless, it hurt a lot and felt very wrong. I managed to free my hands and pull my panties out of my mouth. "Please!!" I yelled at him "I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna die if you go on like this. Please stop" and I started to cry loudly.
-"Well, you should have just let me fuck your cunt then. It would have hurt less" he said.
-"No! Please just let me go"
-"Nah, you get what you ask for" he said, and pulled out his dick. He then spit on it and before I could react, drove it into my vagina. I cried out in pain as he went in balls deep in the very first thrust. He pulled out slowly and again rammed in as hard as he could. I kicked at him and scratched him, but I wish I hadn't. In a fit of rage, he started to fuck me like a madman. He slapped my breasts till they reddened, squeezed them hard and pinched the nipples. At one point, he just lifted me up my grabbing my boobs and kissed me, while continuing to ravage me between my legs. The more I begged him to stop, the harder he fucked.
What happened next was unexpected. Suddenly, my pussy itself seemed to squeeze in his dick and suck it hungrily, as if it had a mind of its own. Red in embarrassment, I realized that I was starting to enjoy being raped. I could feel my pussy getting wet as my body got paralysed by pleasure. My hips started to move, thrusting my pussy towards him. He seemed to take note and smiled. I moaned out in pleasure and begged him to go harder.
"You like it?" He asked.
-"Yes please... don't stop" I replied, to my own disgust. He started to grope my breasts again. But this time it was gentle, more like a massage. He bent over me and laid down on me with his heavy body. With his hands wandering all over my body, he continued to fuck me deeper and harder. I kept moaning in pleasure, until I suddenly felt a change in pace. He was straining, as if trying to hold something back. His thrusts were getting rapid. As my eyes rolled back and my toes curled in an orgasm, I felt my pussy release a gush it liquid. I knew I was squirting. Suddenly, I realized that he was gonna cum too and yelled out "No! Stop! Don't impregnate me... I can't bear a child... I'll be in trouble." I desperately tried to fight back, kicking, punching and scratching him. But he held me down in a vice-like grip once again and fucked me brutally. I looked over at the mirror on the other end of the room. My entire body had reddened, my hair was messed up and I was sweating. He lay on top of me, humping me like an animal. While the sight turned me on, I momentarily forgot about the risk of getting impregnated. Suddenly, I felt his seed gushing out inside me. Warm, thick cum hit deep inside my pussy with force and I orgasmed once again. I cried in terror as he continued to fuck me, but in slower thrusts. A few more waves of cum followed and I felt my pussy overflowing. I could feel the entire region between my legs wet with my juices and his cum. And then, he pulled out. Before I could react, he stuffed he was slapping me with his disgusting cum covered cock. "Lick it clean, slut" he ordered. I glared and him angrily and shouted "Never, you filthy bastard! You fucking impregnated m-!" Once again, I made a mistake. Before I could finish my words, he stuffed his dick into my mouth. I always threw up in disgust as the wet dick made my mouth slick with cum. He shot out one last load of cum into my throat, gagging me up. And then he pulled out and got dressed. I lay on the bed and curled myself into a ball, crying profusely. Parts of my body still ached from the ordeal. He pulled out something from his bag and threw it at me. "Here are some contraception pills. Take them if you don't wanna bear my child. And just in case if you're thinking of telling anyone..." he grinned and walked to the table. As he reached out and picked up his phone there, I realized that it was there all along, filming the whole thing. He walked over to me and turned the phone towards me, before playing the video. My ears turned warm in shame as I watched myself getting violated. He fast forwarded the video to the part where I was begging him to fuck me, gave me an evil look and left.
I curled back into the bed, sobbing and crying. However, I was confused whether I was crying because I got raped, or because I lost my virginity after protecting it for so long or because I enjoyed getting violated. |
Title: 18th Birthday takes the wrong turn Part 2
Tags: Fiction, Anal, Blackmail, Blowjob, Extreme, Oral Sex, Rape, Teen
Introduction:
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Content:
Summary of the first part:
I had just turned 18 and was alone at home on my birthday, with my parents away on a birthday trip. My neighbor, Mr. Smith came to our home on the pretext of staying for the night because he had lost his keys. However, his true intentions soon came into light as he took advantage of me and brutally raped me, using each of my entrances and violating my body without any mercy. He kept me quiet by threatening to leak the video.
Part 2 begins
It had been a couple of weeks since my neighbor Mr. Smith had raped me while my parents were away. I didn't tell anyone, afraid that he'd leak the video. After all, I had enjoyed it a bit near the end and he had it all recorded. I was still pretty traumatized from the incident, but was trying to forget about it. Guilt and shame washed over my body everytime I remembered myself pinned under him, with his raping cock inside me. As I sat down for lunch with my parents, my dad spoke up "Hey Alice! I and your mom would be away on a trip again. This one will be a bit longer, about a week". I looked at him, my heart trembling with fear as I remember what happened the last time they were away.
-"Daddy! How can I live for a week all alone?!" I asked.
-"I am sorry honey, but we really need to go"
-"But dad-"
"Don't worry! Mr. Smith said he'll look after you while we're away."
I was dumbstruck. I would have to spend a week with my rapist? He was probably going to use my body over and over again, every single day. But I couldn't tell dad about that.
-"It's fine, dad. No need to trouble Mr. Smith. I'll be okay"
-"No, honey. I'm not going to leave you all alone at home for so long. You'll be staying with Me. Smith till we're back"
I rushed to my room as soon as lunch was done, shut the door and started to weep. I knew Mr. Smith would rape me again, as soon as he got the chance. Part of me craved for his cock, wishing he would violate me again. But I wasn't going to take it. I wasn't going to give my body away to a vile pervert like him.
The next morning, my parents dropped me at Me. Smith's house. My blood churned with anger as I heard him telling them "Don't worry, I'll take good care of your daughter". Good care my ass. He was probably fantasizing about fucking me already. I went to the room that had been given to me, buried my face into the pillow and started to cry. Soon enough, I heard the sound of my dad's car leaving. I lay still, sobbing into the pillow.
Suddenly, I felt a presence over my body. I knew it was Mr. Smith. I didn't move. I felt his hands plant themselves on the either side of my head and his knees in the either sides of my hips. He was directly above me, ready to have his way with my body once again. He lowered himself, rubbing his body against mine. I could feel his boner rubbing against my buttocks. He whispered into my ear "My slut is wet already, isn't she? Oh my cute slut Alice...I am gonna have so much fun with you".
I could bear it no longer. I raised my head, turned it around to face him and screamed "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE". He laughed loudly and said "Sorry girl, too late. I've already taken a stamina boosting pill which would give me a 2 hours erection." He started to swing his body up and down along mine, dry humping my ass. I knew very well that soon he'd be fucking me for real. I elbowed him in the nose, grabbed his hair and yelled "Never, you filthy bastard!" It only seemed to entertain him. He rubbed his genitals against my body harder, filling me with disgust. I could feel his erection getting harder. He kept whispering filthy things into my ears while I struggled.
Soon enough, he unzipped his pants and revealed the monster that I was very familiar with. "Pl-please Mr. Smith! Just let me go!" I pleaded.
-"Nah girl, I have plans for you"
-"what plans?"
-"you'll see soon enough" he said and got naked. "Now, why don't you just shut up and suck my cock?"
-"Over my dead body!"
-"Fine, let me upload those videos and pics. They'll help me fetch some decent money"
-"No-No way! NO FUCKING WAY!"
-"If there's a hole, there's a way" he said, poking my clit.
-"Please... don't do this. It'll ruin my life!"
-"Well, you can always prevent it. By taking this inside your mouth" he said, waving his dick.
I looked at him with disgust as he laid down and started to stroke his dick. Seeing no other option, I moved over to him. Although I knew that he was a merciless monster, I looked at him with pleading eyes in one last attempt. He simply grabbed my hair and brought my mouth over his dick. It was rubbing my lips, bringing back the memories from my birthday. I slowly parted my lips, teary eyed in shame. He didn't seem to care. He kept staring at me, raping me with his eyes. "C'mon girl, make me happy or I'll sell your vids" he chuckled. I held his dick with a trembling hand and started to stroke it. Soon, my head was bobbing up and down, sucking his monstrous cock. At times, he'd hold my head and push it down to make his dick go balls deep. At other times, I'd try to take in as little as possible and let my hands do most of the work.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Grinning from ear to ear, Mr. Smith pushed me away and got up. "Stay here" he commanded and ran off. As I curled into the bed and started to sob, I heard him open the door and welcome someone. Suddenly the door to the room flew open and Mr. Smith came in with another man. "Hey Alice! Meet my friend Jake! Ah...sorry I forgot to tell you" he said, putting up a mischievous grin. "Jake has a job for you. And now job interview is about to take place" .
-"Wh-what kind of job?"
-"Doesn't matter. As long as you cooperate, you'll be paid well"
-"I don't care about your fucking job. Just let me go home"
-What's the hurry, hun?" It was Jake. I looked at him. He was a fat guy with short black hair. However, he looked quite strong. As he started to take of his shirt, I realized that I was about to be raped by yet another man. There was no way I was going to let this happen. . Then, I had an idea. I huddled under the blanket and position myself. Suddenly, I sprang up and threw the blanket at Mr. Smith, covering him with it and jumped of the bed. As I darted towards the door, I felt a strong hand grab my arm. I quickly grabbed a vase off the table with my other hand and turned around to face Jake. I instantly smashed the vase on his face, knocking him down. But it was too late. Mr. Smith had recovered and was upon me in seconds. Grabbing me by my hair, he dragged me towards the bed while I squirmed helplessly.
Soon, I was lying on th bed while they both rained blows on me. Jake was especially furious as I had hit him. He called me a cheap slut, smashed my face into the bed and told me he was going to rape me to death. I wailed each time one of them punched my boobs or slapped my ass. The 2 enraged men pinned me down and started to tear off my clothes. I could hear the fabric ripping loudly as they continued to expose my body. Within a couple of minutes, their hands were busy violating my privacy. I squeezed my eyes shut in horror and shame, wishing I was dead. I felt a pair of hands grabbing my boobs, pressing them and shaking them while another pair ventured between my legs. I kicked out hard and heard Jake scream. It was so satisfying to hear him scream, after what was being done to me.
"You fucking bitch! I'll teach you a lesson" he yelled and unbuckled his belt. Mr. Smith dragged me to the edge of the bed and bent me over it, making me lie facedown with my knees planted on the floor. I hard a swish, a crack and pain seared through my skin as Jake's belt found its mark across my back. I bit my lips to stiffle the scream, but cried out loudly as the next strike came even harder. All I could do was be pinned down and bear the torture. Jake started to hit my ass cheeks with his belt, still grunting with anger. I squirmed and cried and begged him to stop, be he seemed to take pleasure from it. Each crack from the belt seemed to send a trail of fire across my skin.
I heard a zip getting pulled down. Before I could even speak, I felt something hard nudging against my asshole. "Pl-please! No!!" I screamed. I felt Jake grab my hips to hold me in place. Suddenly, with one powerful and hate filled thrust, he was balls deep into my anus. The sudden entry made it even more painful than the first time I was raped, by Mr. Smith. Jake started to fuck me wildly, his body slapping against me. My ass cheeks, which I was sure had red marks by then due to getting hit with the belt was burning every single time his thighs slammed into them. I lay there, pinned down and getting ravaged.
Mr. Smith let go of my hands and moved up in front of me on the bed. He sat down, spread his legs and exposed his dick in front of my mouth. "Suck it, slut" he jeered and slapped my face with it. I kept my lips shut and shook my head. He made eye contact with Jake. The next moment, Jake spread my legs open as wide as he could and thrust in deeper. It was most certainly deeper than Mr. Smith had fucked the other day. Unable to bear the pain anymore, I screamed out loudly "Aahh...noo... please...aah". Seizing the opportunity, Mr. Smith shoved his nasty dick into my mouth. Grabbing me by my hair, he tried to make me suck but I stayed stiff. At this, he got up on his knees, held my held in place and started to fuck my mouth. I was burning with shame and embarrassment as I felt myself being violated from 2 sides. I felt powerless as they raped me mercilessly, going as savagely as they could. It almost seemed like they were in a competition to fuck faster than each other. All I could do was mumble wierd gurgling and gagging noises as Mr. Smith's cock went into my throat with every thrust.
Eventually, they both pulled out. I lay on the bed, tears streaming down my face as I sobbed. I knew they weren't done with me yet. The thought of having to live with them for an entire week shook me to the core. They continued to molest me, touching me in every inappropriate way they could. Suddenly, Mr. Smith dragged me out of the bed and made me stand on the floor. Confused, I looked at his devilishly grinning face. He walked over behind me and Jake came over to the front. Suddenly, both of them closed in, sandwiching me between themselves.
I continued to beg for mercy as they explored my body. I felt their genitals against my skin. I felt their hands on my breasts. I knew I was nothing more than their sex toy at the moment. I felt a nudge between my legs and looked down. Jake's dick was poking right into my pussy. I looked at him and shook my head frantically, pleading him to stop. Of course, he didn't care. He inserted his dick into my pussy just as brutally as he had inserted into my ass, going deep at the very first thrust. As I gasped in pain and shock, he grinned at me and started to fuck me at a rapid pace. Mr. Smith was holding my legs wide apart so that Jake could do his part effortlessly. Suddenly, I felt his dick prodding my anal entrance. I trembled in fear at at the thought of being ravaged by the 2 men at the same time. Mr. Smith gradually pushed his dick into my ass, making me feel every inch of it. And then, they began to thrust together. It was almost like they had a rythm. Both went in together and pulled out together. And it hurt like hell. I struggled and squirmed, only to be fucked even harder. Soon enough, I was crying out loudly and hurling as many filthy words at them as I could.
They seemed to take wild pleasure from the feeling of destroying me. They...they seemed to be nothing more than animals full of lust. With every thrust, Jake seemed to tear something inside my pussy. With every thrust, Mr. Smith seemed to crack my ass open wider. Eventually I could take it no longer and threw my head backwards, hitting Me. Smith on his nose. Grabbing Jake by his hair, I pulled hard and screamed "I'll kill you you woman raping mediaeval monster!"
Mr. Smith grabbed my hair and whispered into my ear "I tried to be gentle, but looks like you wanna be raped to death." After all the abuse, my body felt numb as they dragged me to the bed. Jake laid down facing the ceiling, his dick pointing upwards like a monument. My feeble attempts to resist didn't bear any fruit as Mr. Smith carried me on top of Jake.
-"Now, sit down on his dick and take it in" he commanded.
-"NO!!!"
-"You are going to fuck yourself with his dick"
-"Nev-"
-"Or else I'll shove this inside you" he picked up the vase I had hit Jake with. Trembling, I lowered myself on Jake's dick, screaming at myself for surrendering. Jake grabbed me by my hips and pulled me down, making me sit down with a plop. Instantly, his dick pushed all the way up. As I yelped out in pain, he lifted me a bit and dropped me again. Mr. Smith climbed onto the bed and positioned himself in front of me. As I looked at him questioningly, Jake pulled me backwards, making me lean towards himself. The next moment, Mr. Smith's dick was at my entrance too. My tight pussy could barely accommodate Jake. Mr. Smith didn't seem to care, though. He grabbed my breasts and pushed his dick inside me. With 2 cocks inside my pussy, it hurt like nothing I had experienced before.
Mr. Smith started to fuck me as wildly as he had fucked me the other day, while Jake started to thrust up and down too. With 2 massive cocks raping my pussy at once, I started to howl in pain. However, they continued to ravage me, while telling me about how they were gonna rape me till I was dead. While Jake reached up and squeezed my breasts, Mr. Smith kept on pulling and slapping them.
-"Please...I can't take this anymore" I pleaded
-"Well, you're taking it anyway" Mr. Smith replied
-"Just...stop. I'll let you do this some other day. I can't take it today... I'm gonna die"
-"You think I care?" He started to fuck even harder.
-"aaaahh....just..just..aah..kill me instead"
-"Not until you break"
Grabbing my hair, he fucked me so violently that my entirely body seemed to burn in pain. By now, I was crying and screaming uncontrollably. My voice grew hoarse and my pussy started to feel numb with pain. Eventually, everything darkened and I passed out while still being fucked.
(...to be continued) |
Title: 18 AND PUFFY
Tags: Fiction
Content:
Afton groaned and rolled over trying to ignore the insistent buzzing of her snooze alarm. She glanced at the clock one more time, just to make sure that it really was seven o'clock, but the red glowing digits on the night stand indicated that now it was seven-o- two and counting! She stretched out, trying to get the circulation moving through her body, and felt her white cotton bikini panties pressing hard against her bulging vulva. The mere pressure from the thin material was enough to flood her vagina with pussy juice, causing her to automatically slip her hand inside her undies and begin massaging her now throbbing clitoris. She sighed contentedly while her left middle finger flicked back and forth across the now erect little sex organ, while her right hand cupped one of her full breasts, occasionally twisting a distended nipple between her thumb and index finger. Lately her pussy had been so easily aroused that she had to masturbate a least twice a day to keep from going crazy! She was just about to cum, when her mot?her rapped loudly on her door and yelled for her to get up and at 'em! Afton struggled to reply that she was awake, when a tidal wave of pleasure swept through her, causing her teenage pussy to convulse in a numbing orgasm!!! After taking a moment or two to recover, she hopped out of bed and began getting ready for school, while thinking about her plans for the day. The day passed by quickly until it was time for her sixth period gym class, and while Afton wasn't really big on sports, Miss Richards, the gym teacher, kept the class interesting by having a variety of activities for the students to sample. After class in the locker room, Miss Richards was passing by her stall and she stopped to ask Afton if her ankle was okay, since she had rolled it over while playing volleyball. Afton replied, "Oh, it's not too bad, it just hurt for a few minutes, nothing to worry about!" "Well," Miss Richards rejoined, "I want you to come to my office for a minute so I can give it one more look." Afton, in just her bra and panties, followed the teacher into her small cubby hole of an office at the far end of the locker room and sat down in the visitors chair and extended her left leg so Miss Richards could inspect it. "See," said the eighteen year old said, "no problem, it feels just fine!" Miss Richards was running her hand up and down the ankle and calf of the young girl, each time her hand moving a little higher until she was rubbing the inside of her thigh. Miss Richards continued her massage, and commented, "Sometime these sprains can even affect your calf and thigh muscles," and while Afton just sat there, she let the teacher rub higher and higher on her leg, even as she got closer and closer to her crotch! Afton's breathing became more shallow the longer the warm hands worked on her inner thigh, and once in a while one of them would brush against her bulging pussy. There was a definite line of moisture along Afton's crack that was showing through on her pantie?s, and Miss Richards commented on how attractive Afton's vagina looked while covered by the white cotton panties. By now Afton was so aroused and in such dire need of sexual relief, she offered no resistance when Miss Richards let her fingers slip inside of her panties casuing Miss Richards to coo, "Oh my, Afton, you have a very wet vagina, are you in need of an orgasm, dear?!?"
Afton didn't answer, she just nodded her head "yes", and waited to see if her teacher would give her what she needed. Miss Richards told her to lift her hips, and in one swift motion removed the young girls panties, exposing her young pussy for her eager eyes to devour. "My god, girl," exclaimed Miss Richards, "do you know how puffed up your pussy lips are?!?" No one had ever looked at her pussy like Miss Richards was, and it turned her on even more knowing that another human being loved her pussy as much as she did, and what happened next was more than Afton could take, because Miss Richards leaned over and began tonguing her bulging pussy with her mouth!!! The second the long tongue connected with her clitoris, Afton had a huge orgasm, more satisfying and deeper than any she had experienced in her short life, and while she had read stories about oral sex, never in her wildest dreams had she thought that anything could ever have felt as wonderful or satisfying as that!
After coming down from her sexual high, Afton asked Miss Richards why she had chosen her, and not some other girl. "Because," Miss Richards answered, "last week I saw how puffy your vagina looked in your tight panties and I just had to try and get my mouth on it, are you glad I did?!?" "Oh, yes, it was great, just great," replied a very enthused Afton! Before she spoke again, Miss Richards seemed to be pondering her next question, but finally asked, "Would you mind if I showed you my vagina, it's very wet, and in need of some special attention!?!" Afton felt her pussy shiver at the thought of seeing the ol?der woman's pussy, and eagerly answered in the affirmative! Standing up, Miss Richards slipped off her white gym skirt, and slowly slid her full panties down to her ankles, where she stepped out of them with one leg and gave them a kick with the other. Afton watched in total fascination as Miss Richards stood in front of her with her legs spread wide apart exposing her hairy pussy for the young girl to see!
"Do you like it," asked a nervous Miss Richards, "I hope you do, because I'm certainly getting flooded showing it to you!!!" "You're very bushy," Afton offered, "I've never seen one that hairy before, not even my mother!" "Let me sit down in my chair and spread wide for you, I think you can get a better look that way," continued Miss Richards. When she was seated with her legs spread wide, Afton could see the pink slit hidden amongst the thick growth of dark brown pubic hair accompanied by little beads of pussy juice clinging to the fur along her crack!!! Her lips were puffed out obscenely, giving every indication that her pussy was in a state of high sexual readiness!!! "What do you want me to do, Ma'am," asked Afton, who had begun to absentmindedly do her own clit? "C- could you suck me off, dear," Miss Richards asked in almost a begging voice, "I need it so badly, and you have such a pretty mouth!?!" Afton had never eaten a pussy before, but after what Miss Richards had done for her, she felt that turn about was fair play, so she slid off of her chair and put her mouth directly on Miss Richards hot pussy! Afton heard Miss Richards suck in a lung full of air as her tongue burrowed its way into her slit, which was quickly followed by a long loud moan, "Oh do me, dear, do your teacher's pussy like a good little cunt lapper!!!" Afton couldn't believe how intoxicating a wet vagina could be so she took several deep breaths just to inhale the aroma of fresh hot pussy! "Oh my," moaned Miss Richards, "mama is about to have a wonderful cum right in your mou?th, oh please, lick mama harder!!!" Afton bored in even harder, making sure that Miss Richards' clit received plenty of attention inducing the shaking teacher to gasp, "Oh my, god, your eating my pussy and giving me a huge fucking orgasm, you little cunt sucking slut!!!" Afton's face was being drenched with Miss Richards' sex juice, and she grabbed Afton's head and held it tightly against her spasming vagina until her climax had passed!
Afton looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was already half way through the seventh period, and she exclaimed, "Oh, lordy, look at the time, I'm really late for my next class!!!" Miss Richards, while still caressing Afton's ass, replied languidly, "Don't worry about a thing, I can give you a pass saying I was treating your "sprained ankle"!!!" Upon hearing that, Afton relaxed a little, stood up, and offered her now dripping pussy to the older woman and said, "Well, if we've got the time..."
THE END |
Title: 18 and ready to Lose my Virginity (TASTER)
Tags: Diary, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Black, Female / Girl, Female solo, Female/Female, First Time, Fisting, Foot or shoe fetish, Girls / Female, Group Sex, Interracial, Lesbian, Masturbation, Spanking, Teen, Teen Female Solo, Teen Female/Teen Female, Threesome, Toys, Virginity, Water Sports/Pissing, Young
Introduction:
I was 18, and still a virgin. I had to lose my virginity, and I had to do it in a way I could be proud of...
Content:
Two.
Two people.
Is that one too many?
My name is Lily. I'm a 18 year old girl from England. I'm not going to say exactly where I'm from, but it's in the North. I'd say I'm your regular teen girl, but I'm not. Where most girls are sluts or students these days, I'm not. I'm pretty alternative. I have my own style, and it makes me popular with quite a few people.
I usually go shopping with some of my friends, or alone if I'm looking for something more personal.
It was a Saturday, and I'd gone looking for some new clothes with my friend Tabitha. She's my best friend, and she has been since we were both eight, but that doesn't mean I don't think she's a slut.
She always wears fake tan. She draws her brows on and wears thick mascara and bright red lipstick. The clothes she wears make her body stand out too. She was wearing ugg boots, tight leggings (which clung to her long legs and her peachy butt) and a thin red vest. She had a way of slightly tucking her tops in beneath her bra, making her size 36D boobs look bigger. She was an amazing sight, with her long dyed black hair, and she had a good reason to look like that:
She has an obsession with sex. She always brags about how often she has it, and who with, and how it felt. And it's not always guys she has it with.
Last week she told me how she spent her Friday night getting her pussy stretched by this lesbian girl called Chanelle in the year above us at school.
Chanelle is a coloured girl; tall, athletic and with curves that could make a guy lose his mind.
Tabitha told me how Chanelle had slid a 9" dildo all the way inside herself, before squeezing it half out and scissoring Tabitha. The thought made me feel weird. Thinking of my friend doing that was weird, but kind of arousing. I wondered if I could take 9 inches, but being a virgin, I wouldn't know.
The reason I was still a virgin was that I wanted two things:
1. A guy who loved me,
And 2. Something to outdo Tabitha.
If I was going to lose my virginity, I was going to lose it better than my best friend.
I'd gone shopping in my converse, a pair of denim hotpants with knee socks and a baggy Oasis shirt. I looked summery, and Tabitha assured me I looked "totally fuckable".
The clothes semi hid my petite frame. At only 5 foot 6, I was only little, and my perky 34C tits weren't anything amazing.
However, I was naturally quite tanned and my long, voluminous blonde hair always drew a few looks.
It was halfway through our shopping trip when Tabitha brought up me having sex.
We discussed her love life for a while, but then it turned to me.
She wanted me to lose my virginity. She lost hers to a german exchange student when she was 13. For me to outdo that she said I'd have to have a threesome, and that became my goal...
It was a few days later. The outfit I had worn to town still lay on my bedroom floor. If I was to attract two guys at once, I would have to look sexier than anyone else.
I got some scissors and set to work. I cut away the sleeves and the bottom of my Oasis shirt, making it into some kind of short vest. Then I started on the hotpants; I shortened them even more, so when I wore them my perky little buttcheeks poked out slightly.
But then I realised. I looked the part of the sort of girl all guys wanted, but I'd never done anything sexual.
I was overcome. Seeing my own reflection looking so hot in the mirror and the idea of losing my virginity was too much.
I flopped back onto my bed and stripped down to my underwear.
I pushed my panties to one side and looked at my little virgin cunt. There was a little bit of hair there, "I'll fix that before I go out" I told myself, but then I set to work. I put my index and middle fingers into my mouth and coated them with my spit.
Then I moved down to my clit.
I gave it a quick touch and a shiver of pleasure crept up my spine. I could feel myself getting wet, so I slid my two fingers in. A little at first, but then my lust overtook me and I plunged them both deep inside myself.
The feeling was pain.
With a little scream I pulled my fingers out; they were bloody.
I'd torn my own hymen in my ecstasy and called out!
I could hear my mum's hurried footsteps coming up the stairs, with her voice calling "Lily! Lily sweetie are you okay?"
I quickly pulled myself into my bed and pretended I had just woken up. I could feel the blood from my vagina trickling down onto the bedsheets. I quickly wiped my fingers on the bottom sheet and turned to face my mother as she entered the room.
"Lily, what's wrong?"
I had to think quick, it was 6pm and I'd just been found in my bed so early.
"Sorry mum" I replied, "School really wore me out today so I just fell asleep after removing my clothes". Clothes! What happened to my clothes I'd been cutting up? If mum saw them she'd be suspicious.
"And what was that scream then?"
"I had a bad dream mum. I dreamt I was drowning and then I woke up and I think I had an accident."
"Oh sweetie, let me see."
She peeled back my bedsheets to reveal what had happened.
My panties were a bit bloody and some small amount had leaked out onto my bed.
"Sweetie, all women do this sometimes, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's just lucky you were using a tampon."
I stood up as she began to remove my bedding, quickly nudging my remodelled clothes beneath the bedside cupboard.
I went to the bathroom to clean off.
I threw my underwear in the washing pile and stepped into the shower. The warm water made me quickly recover from the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. The water dripped off my skin and fell down the plughole, stained slightly by blood and mascara.
I needed to clean myself fully down there, but it was too weird to put my hands down there again. I took the shower head off the wall and directed it at my fanny. The water seemed to caress me as it cleaned, and my desire returned all too quickly. I couldn't hold it in, I needed to do more. I snuck out of the shower and went into the bathroom cupboard. I found the electric toothbrush on charge and my eyes lit up.
I removed it from the charger and went back into the shower.
The bathroom door was locked, so I knew I wouldn't be disturbed.
I turned the toothbrush on and immediately my pussy knew what was coming; I began to tease it with the toothbrush as I struggled to keep the moans of pleasure down.
I slid it inside me and ecstasy consumed me. I slid down the damp tiles and sat in the warm puddle of water at the bottom of the shower.
The water lapped at my clitoris as the shower continued and as I moved my new toy in and out of my now soaking wet cunt.
I felt a rush reach my groin as my legs began to quiver. This was it. I was about to reach orgasm. Soft moans escaped my lips and my breathing became heavy as it neared.
Then it happened.
It was like the whole world stopped. With one big gasp my whole body convulsed and my pussy exploded. My juices spurted all over the tiles and my legs. My bladder decided to relieve itself as my urine also mixed into the colourful mixture of blood, mascara, water and orgasm juice. It was too much.
The air smelt of shame and the water felt like lava around me.
I stopped the shower and crawled out. I made my way to the toilet, watching the mixture empty down the plughole as I allowed my bladder to empty properly down the bowl.
I felt amazing, but also like I'd just discovered myself. The thing that made me so horny wasn't thinking about guys.
Then I realised. The reason I thought Tabitha looked amazing, the reason the thought of her and Chanelle aroused me, the reason I found myself sexy. I realised I'm a lesbian! It wasn't two guys I wanted a threesome with, it was two girls! And I was pretty sure I knew which two girls I was interested in... |
Title: 18 (Eighteen)
Tags: Fiction, Bondage and restriction, First Time, Teen Female/Boy, Voyeurism
Introduction:
's father sells her virginity and John claims it on her 18th
Content:
Katie stared out of the parlour window at the passing freight train rolling slowly towards the depot blotting out for a few minutes the view of the suburban villas lining the other side of the tracks it was nearly five in the afternoon and her boyfriend Billy would soon be coming by on his way home from duty as pointsman at the rail spur into the timber yard.
She loved Billy, he was sweet, kind, gentle, supportive and the sort of guy that was good to have around until she could get to university and escape the downbeat outdated backwater place that Timperley had become.
She was eighteen tomorrow, and as she stared at the passing freight cars she thought how she said she had promised that she would keep herself pure until he eighteenth birthday and how Billy was going to be mighty upset when she admitted she had no intention at all of letting him ball her.
Katie wasn't cruel, just ambitious, she was from the wrong side of the tracks and her folks said she was adopted but she was going to be somebody, like Mr Jefferson the guy that seemed to own half of Timperley and lived in a sort of half sized replica of the white house on the other side of town.
Billy didn't come, the east bound container carrier was rumbling by when she gave up waiting, three big GM road switchers in three different road liveries pounding away at the head of a quarter mile of container cars and she went to the kitchen to help her mom.
"Billy not coming?" her mom asked knowing full well Billy had been forced to do another half shift that evening.
"Don't look like it mom," Katie said.
"Only we got a little birthday surprise for you," he mom said, "You want to go get ready?"
"Why?" Kate asked, "Why can't I go like this?"
Her mom looked Katie over, her belly bulged over the waistband of her blue jeans and her tee shirt hung limply away leaving a belly button gap, her hair needed a wash and her flat shoes did nothing for her, "Katie you got to make an effort some time sweetie," she said, "I got you a new dress upstairs."
"Great, every other girl gets a car, I get a dress, gee big deal!" Katie muttered.
"So get a shower and a shampoo Katie and be ready for seven thirty, 'kay?"
"Ohhh kay," Katie sighed and she went up the creaking stairs to her room.
The dress fitted but it was tight so she took a shower and washed her hair and came down at around seven fifteen.
"All set?" her father asked.
"Where's Billy?" Katie asked.
"There's a hot box on the feeder," her dad explained, "He won't be through until about eleven."
"Oh, where are we going?" Katie enquired.
"That's a birthday surprise," her Mom said, "Shall we go?"
"I guess," Katie agreed.
They climbed into her dad's five year old Ford station wagon and headed for town, over the railroad tracks and down towards the imposing frontage of the Jefferson house where to Kate's surprise they pulled into the drive.
"Where are we going?" Katie asked.
"Ah, I have to see someone," her Dad lied and he slowly drove to the side door.
He went inside for a minute and came back out, "Katie, Mr Jefferson wants to meet you," he said, "Quickly!"
Katie reluctantly climbed from the car, she didn't like meeting important people, she always felt frumpy and inferior.
Katie stepped inside, a long corridor led to a staircase leading up to the upper floors.
"So you're Katherine," Mr Jefferson's voice boomed.
"Yes sir!" her father replied.
"Let her speak, Franklin," Mr Jefferson asked, "You a virgin?"
"What, how dare you!" Katie snapped.
"Are you going to let her speak to me like that?" Mr Jefferson demanded.
"No sir!" Franklin replied.
"Then slap her down man!" Jefferson ordered.
"Wha?" Katie asked and her dad slapped her around the face.
"Don't talk back!" he snapped.
"So are you a virgin?" he asked.
"Why?" Katie asked.
"Because I promised your daddy fifty thousand dollars for your cherry." Jefferson announced.
"No, I'm not," Kate lied, "Billy and me been doing it for years."
"Bring her down stairs Franklin," Mr Jefferson ordered, "Teach the bitch some manners."
"Look!" Katie protested but her dad grabbed her by the arm and twisted it behind her back and pushed her towards the stairs, she tried to resist but he was too strong and she had no choice but to stagger a stumble towards the stairs which to her consternation began to swing upwards from a hinge at ceiling height to reveal a staircase leading downwards to the cellars..
"No!" she squealed as she realised he was propelling her forwards and downwards towards a windowless brick lined tunnel lined with wine racks and only when she was pushed to the far end did she realise there was a door in the end wall which opened revealing what resembled a medieval dungeon beyond.
Wooden stocks, a wooden cross, a sort of vertical round wooden table, and a medieval rack jostled for space amid the discarded chains and hooks, in the brightly lit yet dark, dark painted cavern.
"My play room," Mr Jefferson laughed, "And beyond," he added and opened a further door, "A rest room."
A room with a bed, to one side en suite bathroom was revealed.
"W'what do you want?" Katie asked.
"On the bed," Mr Jefferson ordered, "I think I need to check you aren't a virgin."
"Dad!" Katie protested,"Why are you doing this!" but Jefferson shook his head and her dad didn't reply.
"Strip her," Jefferson ordered, "Use the shears."
"Do it man!" he added, and then snapped, "Oh let me!"
Katie stared wide eyed as Jefferson picked up a pair of giant scissors and started to cut her dress, working upwards from hem towards her breasts. She froze immobile terrified he would cut her.
"You're fat," he announced, "Doesn't she do sports?"
"No sir," her dad replied.
"Idiot,"Jefferson snapped, "Hold still," he added as he eased a blade of the shears under the side of her panties and snipped through the waistband so they fell away down her left leg, and then her cut her bra into three pieces allowing that to fall away as well.
Katie stood naked but for her flesh coloured hold up stockings and her red low heeled shoes, "W'what are you going to do?" she asked as Mr Jefferson picked up a pair of handcuffs.
"You'll see," Mr Jefferson said, "Let's get the cuffs on her."
Franklin turned Katie around, "Hands to ankles," Jefferson ordered, "On the bed first, and get those shoes off her.
Katie let her dad push her onto the bed and she cowered as he pulled her shoes and stockings off, and offered no resistance as he took the hand cuffs and secured her left wrist to her left ankle.
"Why Daddy?" she asked, "Do you really hate me?"
"He's been grooming you for me," Mr Jefferson explained, "You do know you're adopted don't you?"
"Yes," Katie agreed.
"So don't be so surprised, I bought you, ok," Mr Jefferson announced, "You're damaged goods but you'll do just fine."
"You sure you balled Billy?" Franklin queried.
"Sorry Daddy," Katie replied.
"So on your back, lets get a look," Jefferson ordered and as Kate lay on her back he added "Legs apart."
Jefferson approached the bed and grasping Katie's ankles he eased her legs even wider apart, and then his's fingers trembled as he eased her cunt lips apart slightly, "Oh yes you have been a naughty girl haven't you? have you been fucking a donkey or something?"
"No, just Billy."
"And he's hung like a Donkey?" Franklin quipped.
"That's all Franklin," Mr Jefferson added, "We'll discuss this on Monday."
"Can I see?" he asked.
"No, now leave us, if you please." Mr Jefferson added, "And close the door behind you."
Kate just stared as her dad walked out of her life and closed the door behind him, "Why?" she asked, "Why did you lie?"
"It saved me fifty thousand dollars!" he laughed, "Unless you think I owe you?"
"I guess," Kate said hopefully.
"What about if Billy takes it?" Jefferson asked.
"Billy hasn't got that much," Katie said.
"Maybe I could pay for him?" Jefferson replied, "Or just use my fingers?"
"Fifty thousand dollars would make the world of difference to me," Katie said wistfully.
"So you'll ball Billy for fifty thousand?" he asked.
"Mister I'd ball anybody for fifty thousand," Katie agreed, "I just want to get away from Timperley, you know."
"You're pretty," Jefferson conceded, "Lose some weight and you could make it big as a whore or porno star."
"Gee, you should have told me I'd be tied in your dungeon and I'd have gone jogging," she replied.
"Comedian eh," Jefferson chuckled, "Tits or ass?"
"I'm sorry?" Katie replied.
"Shall I whip your tits or your ass?" he asked.
"Why?" she demanded.
"You're fat!" he repeated, as he fetched a whip from a cabinet beside the bed, "Ass is best," he suggested and she obediently buried her face in the bed leaving her ass in the air.
"Thwack!" he slapped her with the whip.
"Mmpphh," she gasped into the bed sheets.
"Hey, you scream properly," Jefferson ordered.
"Nng," she replied.
"All right you win, you're just like your mother!" he chuckled as he set the whip down.
"You knew my mother?" Katie demanded.
"Oh yes, a long time ago," he admitted, "I liked the lie about not being a virgin?"
"If you say so." she said.
"What about Billy?" he asked.
"Billy?" she asked.
"The boy you've been 'doing it' with for months!" he replied.
"Oh!" she explained, "We."
"What?" he demanded.
"We don't, you know, I want to be somebody," Katie explained,"You know, a lawyer, go to uni."
"And Billy?" he asked.
"He's not going anywhere is he?" she asked, "He's like a puppy dog, I was going to dump him."
Jefferson smiled.
Katie peered at him, "Are you going to rape me?" she asked.
"Oh" he replied, "I don't know." and he sat on the bed beside her, he still dressed in his lightweight grey suit with blue shirt and dark blue tie, with her handcuffed and naked beside him.
"I can't stop you," she said nervously.
"No, not the birthday surprise you expected," he chuckled.
"It's my eighteenth, most girls get something nice." she said hopefully.
"Maybe," he agreed, "This Billy?"
"Billy Hogan, he works at the railroad siding at the timber mill," she said.
"Maybe he should take your cherry?" Jefferson suggested.
"No way!" she exclaimed, "I'm dumping him."
"Reliable, strong," Jefferson queried.
"He's, so, ah," Katie explained.
"Not good enough for you?" he queried.
"No," she agreed.
"Billy it is then," Jefferson agreed.
"So what do you expect me to do, sit here all night?" Katie enquired.
"Oh no, there's a cage in the dungeon," he laughed.
"You're sick, you know that?" Katie asked.
"You were eighteen last Thursday, did you know that?" he replied.
"What?" she demanded.
"You heard, I'll help you down," he suggested and he lifted her bodily and set her down on the ground, "I've a collar and leash somewhere," he explained, "Cell phone doesn't work down here," he explained, "The cage is through there if you want to try it out?"
Jefferson smiled to himself, his plans had completely collapsed but instead of an overweight no hope slut he realised he had actually found quite a savvy young lady and he chuckled as he picked up a phone just inside the dungeon, "Get me the Mill," he asked, "Jefferson, there's a guy called Billy Hogan at the rail spur?" he said, "Get him on the phone." he waited a few moments, "What do you mean he won't come?"
"He says he has to switch some cars," the manager from the mill explained.
"Well send him over as soon as he's through." Jefferson ordered and he laughed.
"He won't come," Jefferson told Katie, "I guess it's me and you?"
"What do you mean, I was eighteen on Thursday?" Katie asked.
"I knew your mom," he explained.
"And my dad?" she asked.
"We'll have to do a DNA test," he admitted.
"You're my dad, like biological dad?" Katie asked incredulously.
"I'm pretty sure," he agreed.
"So why!" she asked.
"Why not?" he replied.
"It's weird," she said.
"Maybe, but every woman just wants me for what they can get, well this sorts them out!" he laughed, "It's not all ball gowns and Ferraris!"
"You're sick,I guess?" she exclaimed.
"Maybe, but it's me, I thought, well maybe you could be the next?" he suggested.
"You'll pay for me to go to Uni?" she asked, "If I let you?"
"Maybe," he said, "Or maybe I want to see you fuck Billy?"
"Fuck Billy?" she asked, "Why?"
"Why not?" he asked.
"Look can we talk about this?" she asked.
"No," he said and smiled, "It's like I can, do you see? I can make it happen."
"I feel really stupid sitting here naked," Katie explained.
"Yes, I'll get the leash," he agreed, "Maybe we'll shave your head and pretend you're a dog?"
"Oh great!" Katie exclaimed, "How do I explain that at school?"
"You think you'll be going to school again?" he asked.
She looked him in the eye, "Yes," she agreed, "But why don't you drop your pants and wank over me?"
"What!" he exclaimed, "I don't know, I really don't, I always get a woman in."
"You can, you can have sex with me, what ever?" Katie explained, "I guess you can kill me afterwards if you're worried I'll talk."
"Uh, no, oh no, no that's not," he said in confusion, "No not until we do the DNA test."
"Why not just let me go home?" Katie asked.
"When your parents betrayed you?" he queried, "Remember?" she nodded, "This isn't working out like I planned," he said and chuckled.
The phone rang and Jefferson answered it, "Hogan's here?" he queried, "Bring him down," he smiled at Katie, "He's here," he announced, "Rogers will bring him down."
Jefferson slipped a dog collar around Kate's neck and attached a leash, "Look no, no you can't!" Katie cried.
"But I can," Jefferson explained, "Don't you understand?"
"Can I go in the cage instead?" Katie asked, "This is scary?"
Jefferson stopped abruptly, suddenly unsure, "No, you might not come out," he said as he hung her leash on a hook high above where she could reach.
Rogers appeared with Billy Hogan. Much to Jefferson's annoyance Rogers wore blue Levis with his black jacket with a white shirt shirt and black tie as he liked his 'Butler' to be in proper uniform with black trousers.
Billy Hogan by contrast was in his coveralls, "You sent for me Mr Jefferson sir?" Billy asked.
"Yes, I got a special job for you." Mr Jefferson agreed.
"You want me to learn to drive the switcher maybe?" Billy asked.
"Yes, something like that but first I need to check you're not, ah," he paused, "Check you're straight."
"Sure Mr Jefferson sir, I never been in no trouble with no body, except the police that is." Billy replied.
Katie cowered against a wall trying to hide.
"Got a girlfriend?" Mr Jefferson asked.
"Sure, Katie Franklin, we're getting engaged, gonna have a company apartment when I get a promotion, have five kids, get a station wagon maybe." Billy replied confidently.
"Because she says different," Mr Jefferson said pointedly.
"What?" Billy asked, "You asked Katie?"
"Sold me her cherry," Mr Jefferson boasted.
Jefferson completely misjudged Billy Hogan, he never expected Billy to do anything and certainly never saw Billy’s fist until it smashed into his jaw nearly lifting him off his feet and sending him crashing to the floor.
"Billy!" Katie cried.
"Katie," Billy replied in horror as he noticed her, "Gee Katie when did you get fat? he been poking you, you having a baby?"
"No!" Kate protested, "No my dad sold Mr Jefferson my cherry, my honour, you know?"
"So who fucked you?" Billy asked.
"No body Billy," Katie assured him as he walked over.
"Let me see," Billy ordered and he hoisted her up and carried her across to the bed.
Katie lay on her back legs splayed as Billy peered at her crotch, "See?" she said.
"Pull the lips apart Billy, look in," Mr Jefferson said through his handkerchief as he came across trying to stop his nose bleeding.
"Can I?" Billy asked and Katie nodded.
"Are you going to bust her open Billy, or shall I?" Mr Jefferson asked, "Rogers has sent for the cops, I guess you have ten minutes," he lied.
Billy said nothing, he just wriggled from his coveralls and dropped his pants.
His tool reared menacingly, eight maybe nine inches of solid pink muscle.
"Maybe you should, you know, Mr Jefferson?" Katie suggested in alarm.
"Yes, maybe, how about it Billy?" Jefferson asked.
"No way you promised me on your eighteenth," Billy replied.
"Tomorrow," Katie reminded him.
"I guess today will have to do,” Billy replied.
Katie was helpless as Billy climbed on the bed and awkwardly tried to shove his tool in her, it slipped out up her belly and then slipped under down by her ass hole, as Katie lay helpless her hands bound to ankles and unable to guide him but finally he got it in her vagina and started humping the first couple of inches back and forth.
"For god sake poke it in her man!" Mr Jefferson said in fascination, "Push dammit!"
Katie screamed and Mr Jefferson stepped forward and covered her left hand with his, "It'll be ok," he said.
"It hurts!" she said.
"Relax," Mr Jefferson said, "I'll look after you."
"You want my fist again?" Billy asked.
"No you concentrate of pleasing the lady, ok?" Mr Jefferson ordered and he took the key and released the handcuff from Katie's left ankle and the one from her right wrist before pulling her hands around behind Billy's back and locking them again.
He was just in time for Billy grunted and flopped down on Katie exhausted and spent.
He just lay a moment but that was long enough for Mr Jefferson to set down his bloodied handkerchief and slip a dog collar around Billy’s neck and attach a short chain from his collar to Katies, a tiny padlock through each collar stopped them being easily removed and he took the cuffs from Katie's ankles.
"I have some supper sent down," he said, "In the meantime I suggest you fuck her because it'll be you being fucked in the 'Pen.'
Mr Jefferson motioned Rogers to leave, "Shall I order a whore sir?" Rogers asked.
"No, and tell the cops it was a false alarm ok, and is my secretary still around?" Jefferson asked, "Only?"
"I believe she is sir," Rogers agreed, "Shall I send her down?"
"No, have her meet me in the study!" Jefferson ordered, and he strode away out of the door along the tunnel and up the stairs.
"George!" Miss Reilly Jefferson's secretary cried when she saw him approach, "What on earth happened?"
"I got hit," he said, "And it's Mr Jefferson to you and."
"And what exactly?" Miss Reilly said.
"I just saw my little girl get laid and," he said awkwardly.
"Oh you poor man!" she said, "What little girl?"
"The one Marcie said she had aborted," he said, "She's just eighteen and it was beautiful and."
"And what Mr Jefferson?" she asked politely.
"I'm as horny as hell and you're the only woman here." he said, "usually I'd pay for a whore but that would take a half hour and."
"No way!" Miss Reilly protested.
"You're too old and fat and ugly," he added.
"I'm only thirty eight!" she protested.
"And brunet and you support the Democrats and you wear such dowdy clothes but Miss Reilly please, just this once, may I ball you?" he asked.
"No Mr Jefferson, but you're so strong you could always tear my clothes off and rape me, if you wanted to," she said invitingly.
"Would you call the cops?" he asked.
"We'll talk about it later," she suggested.
"Oh hell," Jefferson said helplessly, “Then I guess that’s what I’ll have to do.”
Miss Reilly stared at him, “You can’t be serious!" but he grabbed her and pushed her against a wall and tore the front of her dress wide open revealing her small white panties and bra.
He saw her nipples already responding and as he grabbed her panties he saw a small wet patch beginning to form. "Let me help!" she said as she fumbled desperately with his belt and zipper and when she revealed his rock hard penis she inserted her finger up vagina to check she was ready and then pushed the gusset of her panties aside and pushed his solid erection deep inside her vagina.
"Oh god that’s so good," Mr Jefferson exclaimed.
"Really," Miss Reilly smiled, “Do you really mean that?”
“Sure do,” he agreed, “Shit all those tired bored whores I fucked when I could have fucked you.”
“And you can fuck me any time, just as long as you pay child care,” Miss Reilly reassured him
"Jesus!" Jefferson gasped, "You devious bitch!" and he stopped humping for a moment.
"Look you chose to rape me," Miss Reilly protested, as he stilled, but the touch of her fingers had made his tool respond again, "Mr Jefferson, George!" she exclaimed but he twisted her off balance and pushed her firmly down onto the floor.
She spread her legs wide welcoming him and his glistening tool slid easily into her now aroused pussy and she looked up lovingly as he began to hump her again.
"If you want my child then that's fine," he declared, "Absolutely fine!"
"George!" she protested.
"You just let me know when you want me and I'll oblige," he said, "But better get that flab off you if you want to be seen out with me."
"Yes George," she said, "You're bleeding on me George."
"Shut the fuck up and work your fuck muscles bitch," he said sarcastically.
"Yes dear," she replied.
"It's Mr Jefferson, you're at work remember." he said forcefully.
"Eighteen damned years I've been working for you and suddenly," she said, and she felt the warm wets surge if his passion flooding her womb, "Oh, you've cum?"
"Gee, I guess I have," he replied, "Eighteen years."
"Eighteen years," she agreed.
"Eighteen," he agreed, “I guess I better check on the kids.”
Miss Reilly tried to pull her dress closed as she followed Mr Jefferson to where Katie and Billy were locked together by Billy’s handcuffs, but Katie was on her back legs wide apart as Billy fucked her, “She’s my girl now Mr Jefferson,” Billy said firmly, “No matter what you or the cops do.”
“That’s fine Billy,” Mr Jefferson agreed, “Now you just keep right on fucking because my little girl deserves the best, you understand?”
“No!” Billy said in confusion.
“Just forget Mr Jefferson Billy,” Katie said happily, “Maybe five kids and a station wagon will be just fine!”
Billy thought for a moment, “Sure, but why just five, why not six or ten or eighteen?” |
Title: 18 WITH A D-CUP
Tags: Fiction
Content:
Ever since Amber could remember her tits were always bigger than anyone else in her class, and even in 8th grade she was a solid C-cup, while now as a junior she filled her bras out to a very full 36D. All this big tit flesh ran in the family, as both of her older sisters were D's and her mom and two aunts were double D's! It's not as if they were big over weight cows either, the Wilson girls while not thin were nowhere near hefty, nice and healthy is how her dad referred to her mom, and that described Amber to a tee!!!
Because of her obvious attributes, Amber received a whole lot of attention from the male species, and not just from boys her own age! The male teachers always paid a little more heed than they did to other more normally endowed girls, and while Amber didn't overtly flaunt it, she loved to make the boys (and men) squirm around her by accentuating her ripe bust. Her favorite victim was wimpy Mr. Fields the government (yuk!!!} teacher. Amber loved nothing more than to unbutton the top two buttons on her blouse, go up to a seated Mr. Fields, then bend over to ask an innocuous question for sole purpose of giving him an eye full of cleavage. She did this just to tease, really, not to cause any real trouble, but trouble is exactly what Amber was getting into. With two weeks left in the semester all the teachers handed out progress reports to let the students know where they stood grade wise. Amber had always done well in school and her parents expected nothing less than honor roll type marks. Everything was OK until Mr. Fields handed out the notices that fateful Friday afternoon. A D!!! She was getting a D in government!!! This was not only bad, it was a disaster!!! Her folks might tolerate one C on her report card--but a D would mean a one months grounding. No social life for a whole month! Amber decided that she would talk to Mr. Fields after the day's final period, maybe if she pleaded with him maybe she could pull a C after all .
As the last bell rang students began fleeing the school like lemmings jumping into the sea, until soon the whole place was pretty much empty, leaving Amber as one of the few students left in the building. Hoping that Mr. Fields would be alone as she approached the government classroom, Amber stuck her head around the corner of the door only to see Mr. Fields alone grading some papers. She quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse and entered the room. As she neared his desk Me. Fields looked up from his grading and asked what she wanted. Amber, acting properly upset, told Mr. Fields of her plight, and although he was sympathetic, he said there wasn't anything he could do for her. After hearing this, Amber began to cry, causing Mr. Fields came over and put his arm around her to help her sit down, while accidentally brushing his hand across her fat breast. At this point she had to make a quick decision, and with a little shiver she told Mr. Fields that it was something else that was really bothering her. " It's my chest," she wailed, "I feel like such a cow with these two big things stuck to me, everybody stares at me, I'm just a freak!" At that point she started crying even harder while wiping the tears from her eyes.
Obviously flustered, the teacher tried to console her by telling her she looked just fine and not to worry about what anyone else thought. Amber replied, "That's easy for you to say, you don't have these ugly things on your chest!" It was now or never, so after taking a deep breath, with a swift motion unbuttoned her blouse and stuck her boobs out towards Mr. Fields and said, "Just look at how ugly they are, I'll bet you've never seen any that are worse!?!" The totally stunned teacher just stared at the most spectacular pair of tits he had ever seen, and while they strained against the thin nylon low cut lace bra, Amber's dark nipples were clearly visible through the nearly transparent material! Mr. Fields' wife looked like an adolescent boy compared to this!!! Seeing how confused he was, Amber took the initiative and put his hand on one of her huge tits. She felt him try to pull away so she held on to his hand even tighter, acting as if he were repulsed at the thought of touching them and cried even harder, and while he assured her that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her and that he enjoyed touching them, she said she didn't believe him and turned away as if to hide them from him. As he again tried to reassure her Amber turned back around only this time she had unclasped the front of her bra allowing her boobs to hang free!!!
Amber at first thought he might die of shock! His head was spinning! He tried to speak, but no words came out and Amber then stepped up to him and said, "The only way you can prove to me that my boobs are not ugly is if you would suck them for me," and with that she pushed an engorge nipple towards his gaping mouth! It was to much for him to bear, and after only a moment's hesitation, he dove in and began sucking and licking for all he was worth!!! Although he was going a little wild, Amber had to admit he was a good tit sucker, the more he sucked the wetter she got! She looked down an could see that a large tent had formed in the front of Mr. Field's trousers, so she calmly reached down and began to rub him through his pants causing a large wet precum spot to quickly appear at the point of the "teepee!!!
She deftly undid his zipper and pulled out what turned out to be a very large cock, and at the sight of it Amber dropped to her knees and greedily began to suck the huge member, while Mr. Fields leaned back against the wall not believing any of this was happening to him!!! Just as he was about to cum Amber looked up and asked if she was really doing D work? He shook his head no and mouthed the word "A". At that point she went down hard and sucked until he shot a huge load down her waiting throat. As he became limp in her mouth his breathing returned to normal, and Amber stood up, cupped her tits, and began to twist the nipples, making them stand out like two thimbles. Immediately Mr. Fields' dick began to stiffen again, so Amber hiked up her dress, slipped off her panties in one easy motion, and then after sitting on the edge of his desk with her legs held wide open exposing her wet pussy, she merely licked her lips and nodded of her head to indicate he was stick that big prick deep inside of her!!! She came once just from his initial thrust, and he pounded her cunt with fast piston like strokes until she came over and over again, until finally he groaned and emptied his hot load, deep in her boiling pussy.
"You just earned an A for the next quarter," he said, while she sat there with cum dripping out of her pussy!!! She thought of a plan to get straight A's--but that's another story!!!
THE END |
Title: 18 Year Old Foster - Chapter 1
Tags: Fiction, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex
Introduction:
An inspired story
Content:
Preface: My intention was to write more of my first story and ideas for that are still rattling around in my head. However a new friend on XNXX inspired me to start a new one. Thanks Crystal. I hope you and others enjoy it.
Chapter I
Crystal isn't the first foster we have opened our home to, but she is the first to stay after turning 18. Being in her final year of high school it seemed logical to let her stay until she finished. Yes I admit she is a good looking girl, but I can honestly say I never imagined anything would develop.
The event that changed everything came one night after my wife and I returned late from a friend's house. The house was dark, Crystal was assumed to be asleep in her room. As often happens, when I expressed interest in sex, the wife quickly turned me down citing a headache from the wine. She then took two PM headache pills and we were off to bed. I tossed and turned for a few minutes before deciding to go out to the garage. Once there, I sat at my work bench and turned on the TV. I was going to work on fixing something but the bouncing breasts of soft-core cable porn captured my attention.
Crystal had been up in her room but she was awake and also watching TV. She heard us come home but payed little attention to the typical noises down stairs, Before long, silence led Crystal to believe everyone else was in bed. Her show ended and she decided she was thirsty. Through the dark house she headed downstairs in her night shirt. The fridge in the kitchen offered nothing of interest so she quietly headed to the garage. The "drink" fridge always holds a better selection.
She slowly opened the garage door and was surprised to see the light on. Even more surprising was the garage TV tuned into soft-core porn. That's when she noticed me.
I was startled by the unexpected intrusion and jumped for the remote. Crystal noticed my hand slipping out of my boxers. "Oh, I thought everyone was asleep."
Crystal smiled and then looked down at the fabric tenting over my crotch. She looked back at the TV and asked me not to change the channel. There was an uncomfortable pause as she watched a couple having fake sex on the screen. "She is pretty" Crystal said referring to the actress broke the silence.
I was still too stunned to react so I sat frozen waiting for an exit strategy to materialize.
Crystal reached for a bottle of water still watching the TV and then casually said "real porn is so much better?" with a tone that let me know she wanted my opinion.
I hesitated but I eventually nodded my agreement.
"Crystal, I'm sorry you had to find me out here . . . "
She stopped me before I could finish "It's okay, I know your wife (she giggled) and I'd hide in the garage too." There was another pause before she looked at me and said "I always wondered if you came out here for this, I just never had the courage to come see."
The scene on the TV changed as she moved toward me. "Can I watch?"
I stuttered and eventually eked out a timid "sure."
That's when she decided to take control and step to my side. Her hand reached for my waistband and slowly pulled downward. "Stroke it" she insisted as she exposed my erect cock. I obeyed.
"Yea stroke it for me Daddy" she added in a sultry deep voice. My hand slid slowly up and down my hard shaft. "Is that how you like it?" she hissed. Her hand interjected and took over. "Ummmmm hummm!" I responded. Her eyes were locked on mine as she pleasured me.
Suddenly I realized the levity of the situation and tried to stop her saying "this is wrong."
She was un-phased and leaned in to kiss my lips while continuing to rub me off. She then slowly whispered "I don't care!" "You need this and I want to pleasure you Daddy!" Her lips touched mine again followed by her tongue sliding into my mouth.
I accepted her kiss and sucked to welcome her advances! She instructed me to keep watching the TV. I responded that I would rather look at her. She insisted that I watch the TV and describe what is going on to her.
Another silent pause as she rubbed on and my mind raced to comprehend the situation. Eventually I sputtered "the girl is riding the man."
Crystal asked if his dick was in her pussy. I responded that I couldn't tell.
Meanwhile, I was very aware that my penis was throbbing in her hand. I knew she fully understood the affect she was having on me. I told her that the woman on the TV was riding faster. Crystal's hand speed up but she instructed me to warn her before I came. I agreed.
She kissed at my neck and then whispered into my ear, "will you cum inside me" as she continued to stroke.
"Yes" I responded without hesitation "I would love to!" My mind was ignoring any sense of reason I had ever known. It was focused on seeding her young and beautiful body. Nothing else mattered.
As if she didn't already have me under her control, she told me "I have masturbated so many times imagining you injecting your hot sperm inside me!"
I could only moan in my ecstasy with the images of her touching herself in my honor.
She then added "and I always imagine your wife is in the next room, just like this"
Her hand speed up again. "Please fill me up" she requested. "I want to make you cum so that you can fill me up"
My moans let her know that I was on my way to fulfilling her request.
She changed and began to rub my cock with both hands going back and forth on either side of if it as if it were a stick and she was trying to start a fire. A fire of cum deep from inside me. "Oh yes!" I responded. "I'm almost there"
She kissed me again, released my cock and slipped her panties down. "do it Daddy!" she begged, "Fill me!"
I stood as she turned and lifted her night shirt to expose the pale white of her luscious ass. My engorged dick drove instinctively to her moist cunt as she bent over.
"Yes Daddy, fucking fill me up" she cried. I plunged myself inside her and grabbed her hips for control.
"Oh God " I grunted as I thrust repeatedly. "I am Baby, I'm going to!"
Her hands spread your creamy cheeks and as I looked down at her puckered ass, I felt my dick swell up to explode. I thrust one more time deeply inside her and held myself there. She gasped and told me to cum.
It felt like the tip of my cock was coming off as I spewed my seed inside her. I released my grip on her hips and we pulled slightly apart. My next shot ejected just inside her lips. She slide back onto me and I fired another round deeply into her pulsing body. She slid off to my tip and waited for another spurt.
"Right there" she demanded and my dick obeyed releasing another hot load at the entrance to her lust hole. I held myself there and worked to push more creamy cum at her already dripping cunt. She reached between her legs and fondled my balls. More cum slid out and it began to run down her leg. Her finger slipped further back to my ass. She slipped inside and coaxed out another spurt.
She stood, faced me, and kissed my lips. She then asked me "Wanna know how my fantasies always end?" I kissed back and waited for her to share. She reached up to my ear and in a timid shy whisper said "You eat me clean!"
I gently turned her around, leaned her against my car, and knelt behind her dripping pussy. With eager anticipation, she spread the cheeks of her ass again and lifted up onto her toes. "Clean me Daddy!"
The smell of our sexual juices filled my nostrils. Whatever part of me that might have resisted was instantly intoxicated away. I moved my face in and buried my nose against the ring of her ass. My tongue was quickly lapping at her creamy cunt. "Oh yesssss Daddy, clean my nasty cunt!"
Her voice saying such nasty things inspired me. I pushed my face deeper and slid my tongue up inside. I was rewarded with a mix of our cum. "Drink it Daddy!" she requested. I did. Her body pushed back and she lifted farther up. It provided better access and I took advantage. The hot liquid sucked out and down my throat. She moaned and I licked again for more lusty cream.
Crystal was determined to give me all of it so she pushed on her tummy with her hand. It worked and more sex spilled out. "Oh yes" she hissed. Oh yessss Daddy!"
We parted as she turned around. I stood up and she kissed me. My hands reached for her as and I lifted her up onto the fender of my car. The metal was cold on her bottom and she squealed. I spread her legs and saw her clean shaven pussy for the first time. She was proud of it and smiled as looked up at her. "You like?"
I answered with my actions and moved in to continue licking her. There was more lusty sauce to be found around her lips and clit. I was happy to retrieve it all. Crystal spread her lips with her fingers and told me to suck her. I pressed my tongue back inside her, covered her entire cunt with my mouth, and sucked hard. "Ohhhh!" she hissed. "That's so good Daddy!"
I licked and sucked her until she came in my mouth. It was the sweetest juice I had ever experienced. We embraced in a long hug with a few kisses before deciding it was too dangerous to go on. We walked into the house together and I watched her sweet little naked ass walk up the stairs as it peeked out of her night shirt. |
Title: 18 Year Old Foster - Chapter 1 (reposted)
Tags: Fiction, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex
Introduction:
An inspired story
Content:
This is a re-post to correct the paragraph breaks that failed to transfer the first time!
Preface: My intention was to write more of my first story and ideas for that are still rattling around in my head. However a new friend on XNXX inspired me to start this story. Thanks Crystal. I hope you and others enjoy it.
Chapter I
Crystal isn't the first foster we have opened our home to, but she is the first to stay after turning 18. Being in her final year of high school it seemed logical to let her stay until she finished. Yes I admit she is a good looking girl, but I can honestly say I never imagined anything would develop.
The event that changed everything came one night after my wife and I returned late from a friend's house. The house was dark, Crystal was assumed to be asleep in her room. As often happens, when I expressed interest in sex, the wife quickly turned me down citing a headache from the wine. She then took two PM headache pills and we were off to bed. I tossed and turned for a few minutes before deciding to go out to the garage. Once there, I sat at my work bench and turned on the TV. I was going to work on fixing something but the bouncing breasts of soft-core cable porn captured my attention.
Crystal had been up in her room but she was awake and also watching TV. She heard us come home but payed little attention to the typical noises down stairs, Before long, silence led Crystal to believe everyone else was in bed. Her show ended and she decided she was thirsty. Through the dark house she headed downstairs in her night shirt. The fridge in the kitchen offered nothing of interest so she quietly headed to the garage. The "drink" fridge always holds a better selection.
She slowly opened the garage door and was surprised to see the light on. Even more surprising was the garage TV tuned into soft-core porn. That's when she noticed me.
I was startled by the unexpected intrusion and jumped for the remote. Crystal noticed my hand slipping out of my boxers. "Oh, I thought everyone was asleep."
Crystal smiled and then looked down at the fabric tenting over my crotch. She looked back at the TV and asked me not to change the channel. There was an uncomfortable pause as she watched a couple having fake sex on the screen. "She is pretty" Crystal said referring to the actress broke the silence.I was still too stunned to react so I sat frozen waiting for an exit strategy to materialize.Crystal reached for a bottle of water still watching the TV and then casually said "real porn is so much better?" with a tone that let me know she wanted my opinion. I hesitated but I eventually nodded my agreement.
"Crystal, I'm sorry you had to find me out here . . . "She stopped me before I could finish "It's okay, I know your wife (she giggled) and I'd hide in the garage too." There was another pause before she looked at me and said "I always wondered if you came out here for this, I just never had the courage to come see." The scene on the TV changed as she moved toward me. "Can I watch?" I stuttered and eventually eked out a timid "sure."
That's when she decided to take control and step to my side. Her hand reached for my waistband and slowly pulled downward. "Stroke it" she insisted as she exposed my erect cock. I obeyed.
"Yea stroke it for me Daddy" she added in a sultry deep voice. My hand slid slowly up and down my hard shaft. "Is that how you like it?" she hissed. Her hand interjected and took over. "Ummmmm hummm!" I responded. Her eyes were locked on mine as she pleasured me.
Suddenly I realized the levity of the situation and tried to stop her saying "this is wrong." She was un-phased and leaned in to kiss my lips while continuing to rub me off. She then slowly whispered "I don't care!" "You need this and I want to pleasure you Daddy!" Her lips touched mine again followed by her tongue sliding into my mouth. I accepted her kiss and sucked to welcome her advances! She instructed me to keep watching the TV. I responded that I would rather look at her. She insisted that I watch the TV and describe what is going on to her.
Another silent pause as she rubbed on and my mind raced to comprehend the situation. Eventually I sputtered "the girl is riding the man." Crystal asked if his dick was in her pussy. I responded that I couldn't tell. Meanwhile, I was very aware that my penis was throbbing in her hand. I knew she fully understood the affect she was having on me. I told her that the woman on the TV was riding faster. Crystal's hand speed up but she instructed me to warn her before I came. I agreed.
She kissed at my neck and then whispered into my ear, "will you cum inside me" as she continued to stroke."Yes" I responded without hesitation "I would love to!" My mind was ignoring any sense of reason I had ever known. It was focused on seeding her young and beautiful body. Nothing else mattered.
As if she didn't already have me under her control, she told me "I have masturbated so many times imagining you injecting your hot sperm inside me!" I could only moan in my ecstasy with the images of her touching herself in my honor. She then added "and I always imagine your wife is in the next room, just like this" Her hand sped up again. "Please fill me up" she requested. "I want to make you cum so that you can fill me up" My moans let her know that I was on my way to fulfilling her request.
She changed and began to rub my cock with both hands going back and forth on either side of if it as if it were a stick and she was trying to start a fire. A fire of cum deep from inside me. "Oh yes!" I responded. "I'm almost there" She kissed me again, released my cock and slipped her panties down. "do it Daddy!" she begged, "Fill me!"
I stood as she turned and lifted her night shirt to expose the pale white of her luscious ass. My engorged dick drove instinctively to her moist cunt as she bent over. "Yes Daddy, fucking fill me up" she cried. I plunged myself inside her and grabbed her hips for control.
"Oh God " I grunted as I thrust repeatedly. "I am Baby, I'm going to!"
Her hands spread your creamy cheeks and as I looked down at her puckered ass, I felt my dick swell up to explode. I thrust one more time deeply inside her and held myself there. She gasped and told me to cum. It felt like the tip of my cock was coming off as I spewed my seed inside her. I released my grip on her hips and we pulled slightly apart. My next shot ejected just inside her lips. She slide back onto me and I fired another round deeply into her pulsing body. She slid off to my tip and waited for another spurt.
"Right there" she demanded and my dick obeyed releasing another hot load at the entrance to her lust hole. I held myself there and worked to push more creamy cum at her already dripping cunt. She reached between her legs and fondled my balls. More cum slid out and it began to run down her leg. Her finger slipped further back to my ass. She slipped inside and coaxed out another spurt.
She stood, faced me, and kissed my lips. She then asked me "Wanna know how my fantasies always end?" I kissed back and waited for her to share. She reached up to my ear and in a timid shy whisper said "You eat me clean!" I gently turned her around, leaned her against my car, and knelt behind her dripping pussy. With eager anticipation, she spread the cheeks of her ass again and lifted up onto her toes. "Clean me Daddy!"
The smell of our sexual juices filled my nostrils. Whatever part of me that might have resisted was instantly intoxicated away. I moved my face in and buried my nose against the ring of her ass. My tongue was quickly lapping at her creamy cunt. "Oh yesssss Daddy, clean my nasty cunt!"
Her voice saying such nasty things inspired me. I pushed my face deeper and slid my tongue up inside. I was rewarded with a mix of our cum. "Drink it Daddy!" she requested. I did. Her body pushed back and she lifted farther up. It provided better access and I took advantage. The hot liquid sucked out and down my throat. She moaned and I licked again for more lusty cream.
Crystal was determined to give me all of it so she pushed on her tummy with her hand. It worked and more sex spilled out. "Oh yes" she hissed. Oh yessss Daddy!" We parted as she turned around. I stood up and she kissed me. My hands reached for her as and I lifted her up onto the fender of my car. The metal was cold on her bottom and she squealed. I spread her legs and saw her clean shaven pussy for the first time. She was proud of it and smiled as looked up at her. "You like?"
I answered with my actions and moved in to continue licking her. There was more lusty sauce to be found around her lips and clit. I was happy to retrieve it all. Crystal spread her lips with her fingers and told me to suck her. I pressed my tongue back inside her, covered her entire cunt with my mouth, and sucked hard. "Ohhhh!" she hissed. "That's so good Daddy!"
I licked and sucked her until she came in my mouth. It was the sweetest juice I had ever experienced. We embraced in a long hug with a few kisses before deciding it was too dangerous to go on. We walked into the house together and I watched her sweet little naked ass walk up the stairs as it peeked out of her night shirt. |
Title: 18 Year Old Foster - Chapter 2
Tags: Fiction, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex
Introduction:
Continuation of the inspired story
Content:
Preface: Obviously this is part two and it will be more enjoyable if you have read part 1.
Chapter II
The next morning was Sunday and Crystal made her way down stairs while I was making breakfast. She gave me her normal little hug but never hinted at the events from the night before. I was impressed with her maturity and her ability to act as if nothing happened. She new the wife could be up at any moment and any cause for suspicion would jeopardize everything. The morning went on as usual.
The wife worked on laundry as Crystal and I left for our weekly trip to the grocery. I broke the ice by asking if Crystal was okay with what we had done. She was quick to respond that she had been dreaming of things like that since she came to live with us. Hearing that made me hard as it meant we would likely continue. To my surprise she kept her poise and brought up the danger aspect. Again I was impressed. We went on to discuss the do's and dont's sort of negotiating what would be acceptable. We both new that any new affection the wife might witness or even sense could be devastating. By the time we arrived at the store our boundaries were set and we were both excited to be on the same page.
The next five weekdays offered no chance for any playtime. Crystal and myself practiced over and over going about our normal routines. The wife seemed to be unaware of our changed situation.
On Saturday we were expecting to have another couple join us for cards. They were forced to cancel which left the night open. The three of us decided to go for a swim and ended up in the hot tub. Along the way my wife decided to drink the two bottles of wine we planned on sharing with our guests. She got a little frisky and I must say that in front of Crystal it made me a little uncomfortable. Oddly though, Crystal didn't seem to care. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it.
A few minutes later the wife had to go relieve her bladder. That left me alone with Crystal. We stayed on opposite sides expecting the privacy to be short lived but we felt free to speak. Crystal started with "I think she want's some tonight!" I responded my doubts about her advances materializing. Crystal asked if I would be thinking of her while we did it. I answer honestly "yes!". I went on to admit how good I thought Crystal looked in her bikini. She had been wearing it all summer and I knew it looked good but the events from the weekend before had opened my eyes to her sexuality. Crystal wasn't interested in my compliments. She was fixated on the twisted side of me thinking about her while doing my wife. She asked if my wife liked to be eaten. I answered yes but added that she wasn't really into it. Crystal asked if I had ever eaten her dirty. I responded "no." Crystal was visibly proud to have that on my wife. We looked at each other waiting for my wife to return. After a few more minutes Crystal informed me that she wanted to keep exploring.
The idea that my eighteen year old foster daughter was more sexually adventurous than I had ever been intrigued me. I asked her if she had ever been eaten like that before. She calmly said no as she shifted in the water. Her hands reached for my foot and pulled it up between her legs. She then confessed that she had only had sex a few times and that it was with boys who didn't know what they were doing. As she was talking she slipped her bikini bottoms to one side and positioned my big toe at her opening. I checked the windows for any signs of the wife. Nothing there. Crystal adjusted to slip herself onto my toe. I slowly wiggled it to see how she would respond. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she waited to feel good. It didn't take long. I kept massaging and she moved to press harder down.
More than enough time had passed for my wife to return. We realized this and put the breaks on our session. I announced that I would go check things out and Crystal instructed me to return regardless of what happened. While I dried off she told me she wanted to play some more. I smiled and headed inside.
I found my wife stripped naked and passed out on the bed. I wasn't sure if she had relieved herself but I wasn't going to wake her to see. I figured it was easier to clean up the sheets in the morning than to deal with her drunk. I tucked her in and turned off the lights.
On my way back outside I noticed the last bit of wine in a bottle. I brought it out and split it between the two glasses already outside. Crystal watched silently. As I stepped back into the hot tub she asked if I expected her to drink out of my wife's glass. I suspected that she was just messing with me so I told her that she would drink whatever I gave her. She giggled and floated to the top of the water. That's when I realized she was naked. Her perky tits crested out of the water and glistened in the moonlight. Her bald cunt followed and my eyes watched the water lap over her lips. She looked so delicious.
I stepped don into the water as she sat back up. "We are clear?" she asked. I responded yes saying that she had passed out and I put her to bed. Crystal reached across me for a glass of the wine. Her beautiful breast was placed right at my mouth. I resisted her taunting and held tight. She smiled as she moved back to her side of the tub. Sniffing the glass she informed me that she had my glass and that she wanted to pour it into my mouth. I slid over to her side but she lifted up and sat on the edge as I got close. She leaned back and dribbled a bit on her twat. I didn't hesitate to lick it up. Her hand directed me as she continued to pour. The stream started at the belly button, rolled down to her lips, where my tongue waited to drink it in. She cooed "drink it Daddy" inspiring my dick to harden.
She saved the last few drops for he breasts. I moved up and licked at them. Crystal instructed me to suck and I did. Her breasts creamy and firm felt amazing to my tongue. The large soft moon pie nipples fit nicely in my mouth as I suckled. Her hand held my head tighter to her. "Suck me Daddy!" It was becoming obvious that a part of her excitement came from the taboo aspect of our situation. I liked it too and had no problem going along with her requests.
A breeze blew through and we moved back into the water. She sat on my lap and we kissed like teenagers on a date. My hands began to caress her body and slowly I shifted her to where I wanted her. I laid her back, spread her legs, and held her pussy in front of a jet. Her body twitched at the sensations and she quickly gave into my control. We moved her legs up onto the side allowing me to bring her closer to the pulsing water. Little cries of "ohhh, ohhh, ohhh" began to escape her mouth.
"Does my little girl like that?" I asked. She responded in her little girl's voice "Ohhh yesss Daddy! It feels soooo good!" I could feel her body flexing in my arms. Her impending orgasm had me turned on more than ever. My hand verified that the jet was aimed directly at her. She began to loose control of her speech so that only little squeals and girly grunts would come out. She then started rocking around. My hand could feel the water deflecting of her as it massaged. He movements would shift the pressure from her clit, to her open and flooded cunt, and then to her ass. Her hand reached down between my legs and slipped into my suit. I helped pull it down and she stroked my hard stick. As her pussy worked up her orgasm she kept working my rod. Her hand stopped and held me tight as her climax peeked. She let out a long sigh and went back to stroking as she regained control.
My hand slid up under her curvy ass to feel the water coming off of her. She spread for me and told me to touch her. My finger slipped between her rippling cheeks. She pulled herself closer to the jet and positioned it directly on her sphincter. My finger felt the water pressing onto her. It invited me to slip inside her.
Her hand let go of my cock and made it's way between my legs. I felt her touching me as I was touching her. "Are you gonna be nasty Daddy?" she asked in her little girl voice. "Do you want my butt?" I didn't answer but felt her press harder on my ass. I matched her efforts and pressure. She smiled and pressed harder. Again I matched her efforts. The water pressure of the jet aided my attack and slowly my finger slid inside. "Oh Daddy!?" she softly cried as if she her innocence was being taken, but her finger told another story. It flexed and circled until she felt my weakest point. Then she shoved it in two knuckles deep.
My finger began to fuck her as she did the same. At that point her best little girl voice cried out "Use two please Daddy!" Her nasty request and her hasty actions had me completely under her spell. Whatever she wanted she would get. My finger pulled out and I slowly began working two. Her body lifted up, the water pressed her loosened ready ass, and my fingers slipped in. She kept fucking me and pulled her pussy to be in line with the pulsing water. She twitched hard. I held her more firmly and forced her to stay in front of the jet. She began to quiver and shake with another orgasm. I pressed her closer to the jet. A loud "Ohhhhh" screamed out of her mout but I covered it up with a kiss shoving my tongue into her face. She moaned back at me but I kept kissing. Her body was flexed and tense as she came.
Finally I let up. She relaxed and let go of me. I pulled her back and slid out of her. We kissed again, then she caught her breath. Eventually she whispered "Thank you Daddy" and kissed me again.
Crystal let me know she was ready to make me cum. I told her to hold the thought, I needed to check on the wife but I would be right back.
The wife was still fast asleep and it didn't look like she would be waking up any time soon. I didn't waste time heading back out to Crystal. When I got back out to her she was sitting naked on the edge of the hot tub. I smiled as I stepped in with my dick still stiff in my bathing suit. The cool breeze blew again and I realized I needed to pee. I turned to go back inside and Crystal questioned me. I explained the situation.
"Daddy come here" she said. "I don't want you to pee in there." With hesitation I followed her request and made my way back into the hot tub. She kissed me and whispered into my ear. "Lay down on the edge" she instructed. As I did she pulled my suit off and held my rigid cock. My feet were left in the pool as she began to suck me. The blend of urges to piss quickly mixed with the urge to cum. She was slow and methodical as she sucked and her finger made her way back to my ass. I asked he what she had in mind but she didn't respond. Instead her finger pressed inside as she slid my cock deep down her throat. "Oh God Baby Girl, that feels fucking awesome!"
She continued for several strokes as my body tried to decide what would happen first. My piss or my cum. Just when I thought it would be my cum, Crystal leaned up and smiled. The cool breeze brought back my pee urges.
Her body moved up onto me rubbing each curve against me along the way. Her girly little voice spoke timidly at my ear "Daddy, fill me up again," I kissed at her neck and told her I would need to pee first. "Daddy, that's what I Want!" She reached behind her and placed my cock at her pussy. As she pushed down onto it the cold air was replaced with the warmth of her pulsing vagina. MY dick throbbed in side her. "Fill me up Daddy!"
I had never had any request like this and immediately I wanted to make her happy. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Oh yessss Daddy, please do it for me." She slid back and forth making sure my cock was deep inside her. I had no idea what to expect but I slowly let my piss start to go.
Crystal cooed loudly, Ooohhhhh yeeeessss Daddy!" I clenched off and held back to see if she had enough. She sat up and clenched her cunt around my cock. "Go Daddy go!" The little I had released seemed to all be staying inside her and she certainly liked feeling it. I began to let more go and she instantly reacted with her pleasure. "More Daddy more" she begged as I let my full stream flow. "Ohhh FUUUUCK" she cried! "Piss for me Daddy!"
She clenched down on my cock and her hands held her tummy. For several seconds she kept all of what I was giving inside her. "I feel you filling me Daddy and it feels so good!" She clenched with all her might "so fucking good"
The seal of her pussy around my dick broke and the hot piss began to flow out. This was my first release in several hours so I was only half way done. I kept going and Crystal kept moaning with her pleasure. The pee squirted out and onto me rolling over my stomach. Crystal felt for it coming out of her with her fingers. She then brought them up to her mouth. She repeated this action a second time but changed to bring her fingers to my lips. As my cock finished spewing Crystal reached between her legs and squeezed her lips around my shaft. She then pulled up and off of me using her fingers to hold my gift inside her. On her knees she moved up my body to my chest. "Close your eyes" she demanded. I obeyed and she continued up. Her free hand held the top of my head as she positioned her loaded cunt over my face. Her girly voice returned as she said "I love you Daddy." Then she released her lips. The warm flow splashed over me as she watched. I could sense that she loved every bit of the experience.
She moved back, leaned down, and licked my wet face. Then we kissed like teenagers again. Her body moved back to put my erection back at her pussy. As I slid inside she calmly asked if I was ready to fuck the piss out of her. She giggled at her joke and proceeded to fuck my hard on deeply into her cunt. There was still pee in her and my dick could feel it. Every thrust pushed some out and I felt it wash down my balls to my ass. Crystal leaned up and rocked back and forth. "It's time for Daddy to cum" she explained. "And then he will eat me" she added. "Oh yessss Daddy cum for me so you can eat me again"
All of the night's experiences had me ready to explode so I knew it wouldn't take long. Her powerful thrusts rocked both of our bodies and within minutes had me ready to cum. "I'm going to fill you Crystal" I muttered. She was quick to cheer me on "Do it Daddy, cum in me!"
That was all I could handle. My load blew up into her and she felt it hit. She pulled up and gyrated her pussy right on the tip of my dick. More of my seed flowed out to cream her pussy. She asked if I was ready and I nodded yes. She quickly moved around placing her ass over my forehead and her knees on either side of my head. The lust was already dripping out. Crystal seemed eager to keep it from going to waste. She positioned the drip over my mouth and waited for it to drop. The mixture of cum and pee was new to me and there was more of it than before. Crystal lowered herself down and my tongue went to work. I worked her lips and clit clean first. She enjoyed my efforts silently. Once her exterior was clean she lifted up. I could see her fingers slip between her legs and into her cunt. She spread them apart releasing a large oyster of cum and piss. As I accepted it she moaned "yeeeeSSSSS" and her voice let me know she truly loved watching me eat her contents. It was deeply sexual and she urged me on "Oh fuck that turns me on" her fingers adjusted to release some more. "Take it all"
Crystal lay down onto me and took what was left of my hard on into her mouth while I continued to lick her. I could feel her pulling the last drips up from my balls as she sucked hard. I tried to provide the same pleasure to her. Before long she had my dick growing again but we both recognized we were pushing it to keep going. We decided to wrap it up for the night. Crystal headed upstairs naked and I went in to check on the wife. |
Title: 18 Year Old Foster - Chapter 3
Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Male/Teen Female
Introduction:
An Inspired Story
Content:
Preface: Obviously this is part 3 and it's more enjoyable if you have read parts 1 & 2. Enjoy!!
Chapter III
Things had gone rather uneventful for a few weeks. No reasonable playtime opportunities had come up and I could tell Crystal was getting restless. To be honest, I was too. When my wife called to say she would be late due to a happy hour I was tempted to start something. But there was no way to know how much time we had so I decided to be good. I made my way into the kitchen and started preparing for dinner.
Crystal came down and climbed up to sit on the counter while I cooked. Being focused on our meal I struck up a conversation without actually looking to her. It was the typical "how was your day" stuff. Crystal responded with the regular answers using her sweet and innocent tease me voice but I pretended not to notice. Eventually the meal was ready to simmer. I turned the stove down and my attention shifted to Crystal.
She was already in her long night shirt which was fairly normal on a school night. As our mundane conversation about her classes and teachers continued Crystal slowly parted her legs. Her clean shaven pussy peers out at me but I didn't react. Instead I acted as if I hadn't noticed. The conversation continued. I pretended to look for something in a cabinet next to Crystal's legs. I rattled things around so Crystal might believe I hadn't noticed her lack of underwear.
Crystal asked what I was looking for. I sighed as if I was frustrated and shook my head. She asked again. My hand found her leg without looking. I pulled it to spread her open and answered "there it is!" As I moved my face to her crotch, she giggled. And with my touch she moved eager to provide more access.
Her ass now perched on the edge of the counter top and her legs spread wide I licked at her clit slowly. My nose drew in her beautiful scent again and my mind was instantly intoxicated with lust. Crystal leaned back and with her little girl voice instructed me to lick deep. I obeyed and pressed my tongue inside her. She moaned with joy saying "yes Daddy fuck my cunt with your tongue!"
My intentions were to get her ready, fuck her on the counter, and then go back to fixing dinner. I nice little quickie to tide us over until we had more time. Her enjoyment of my cunnilingus made me want to keep eating her. Very quickly she started whimpering with her first orgasm. I was certainly going to lick my way through that! My tongue pressed into her as my fingers began to work her clit. She lifted her pussy up and cheered me on "Yes Daddy, Ohhhh yessss Daddy" My cock was rigid in my jeans and ready to go when her juices began to flow. "Oh God" she screamed as her orgasm flushed through her body "Suck it Daddy!" I sucked and licked until her puffy pussy became too sensitive to touch and she began to twitch with each lick.
Suddenly we heard the distinct sound of our automatic garage door opening. There was a startled look to each other as our ears confirmed the sounds. I kissed Crystal and told her to go change before rinsing my face at the kitchen sink. I found the spoon, took several deep breaths and tried to relax as I stirred our dinner.
The wife entered moments later and it was very apparent she was not in a happy mood. There was no discussion of the issue, she just offered a huffy "Hey honey" and headed to the bedroom presumably to change. Crystal returned in a fresh night shirt and asked what was for dinner as if she hadn't already known. Too bad her act was missed by the wife. I smiled and we went on about our night.
With dinner the wife decided to have wine. I agreed that a glass would be nice and joined her. The surprise came when the wife offered Crystal a glass as well. She accepted and together we sat and ate dinner.
After dinner the wife poured either her 3rd or 4th glass and headed for the bath. Crystal and I snuggled up on the sofa under a blanket to watch TV. She whispered into my ear how pleased she was that I made her cum. She said that she really needed it. Then she wondered out loud if the wife would want a fuck that night. I had my doubts knowing her glass count but I kept them to myself. Crystal then crawled up to my ear and told me "Daddy needs to cum tonight too."
Crystal lifted her night shirt under the blanket and placed my hand on her bald pussy. Then her hand found my erection through my shots. We both knew the rules we had agreed to so the petting was short and provided very little pleasure. We both recognized the danger though so we just enjoyed the private time together.
After our normal shows were over I went to check on the wife. She was just getting out of the bath. Out of curiosity I picked up her towel, gently dried her off and moved in for a romantic kiss. She wasn't at all interested, said she was tired and heading to bed. Her mood was typical so I didn't think much of it. I changed out of my jeans leaving my boxers on for bed and brushed my teeth.
Crystal must have turned off all of the lights when she headed up to bed. I called out a good night from our doorway and heard her respond softly from her room. As I pulled the sheets down to get in bed I noticed that the wife hadn't bothered to put any clothes on. I gently touched the curve of her hip and she snored a response and rolled over.
I was almost asleep when something made me open my eyes. The shadow of Crystal is all I could make out in the darkness. She knelt beside the bed and carefully slipped her hands under the covers. I tried not to jump at her finger's first touch. She then quietly felt for the opening to my boxers. With a gentle touch she pulled my cock through. It began to grow and stiffen with anticipation. As it grew, Crystal's fingers rubbed up and down my shaft. Her other hand pulled to spread my legs and then gently went up my shorts to fondle my balls.
The wife was sleeping less than a foot away as my cock reached a full erection in Crystal's hands. She adjusted her efforts to polish my tip as her other fingers caressed between the cheeks of my ass. Pre-cum rewarded her moistening her palm and I could almost hear her excitement. Very gently she lifted the covers and placed her head underneath. In the dark I felt her lips touch my cock. It throbbed in response and Crystal's lips parted to take me in.
I had to hold my breath to keep from making any noise. My stomach muscles flexed along with my legs as I fought back the urges to moan. Crystal stroked several slow deliberate times making sure my erection was sopping wet. She then applied the same lubricant to her fingers. As her mouth returned to my cock, her fingers circled carefully around my anus. Again I held my breath as she sucked harder on my cock. It gladly grew in her mouth. Her lips reached the bottom of my shaft as her fingers continued to swirl on my pucker. I spread myself for her and reached for her head. She lifted up, I directed her back down. This became our rhythm.
Crystal was still being timid at my back door but I appreciated her attention. It was a first for me and I became interested in experiencing more. With one hand guiding her head, the other reached for her hand. I found her wrist and pulled it toward me. Her finger stiffened and pressed firmly. I pulled her wrist tighter. As I felt her first knuckle disappear, my cock grew again. She seemed very proud of my response and she pressed in farther. Her mouth on my dick and her finger exploring my ass quickly brewed up the start of my orgasm. I wanted to cum for her and she seemed to know that. Her head lifted up, I forced her back down. Then her finger pulled out and I pressed her back in. Crystal received the message and continued.
My body was readying to blow so I continued to impale her head slowly on my shaft. I reached to find another of her fingers. She paused as I directed two onto my pucker. She sucked back down onto my cock as I pressed her to violate me again. Two fingers went in and I tensed up with the sensations. Crystal took over then and began fucking my ass while she continued sucking my dick.
I couldn't hold off any longer. My load fired off into her throat at the bottom of a stroke. She pressed down sliding my tip past into her throat and swallowed hard. Her fingers still twisting in and out her head paused to feel my throbbing ejaculation stream out. The wife moved a bit but neither of us cared. We were passed the point of no return. As Crystal pulled up another blast splattered her tongue. She sucked back down and kept going until my body was spent.
Slowly she retreated out from under the covers. I smiled at her unsure if she could see it in the dark. She slowly moved up and kissed me gently on the lips, and then left the room for the night. |
Title: 18 year old son's 26 year old Girlfriend
Tags: Fantasy, Consensual Sex
Introduction:
Lust and horny
Content:
I attended my 18 year old son's graduation from high school, I was introduced to Kit by my third ex-wive Karen.
Karen told me, Kit was 26 year old and has been dating our son for six months. I had my investigator find out where Kit lived and other personal information. I entered her apartment, hearing the water running I knew she was in the shower. I went to her bedroom and sat on the bed, Kit came out of the shower and realized she had forgot her towel.
" Shit!" She said out loud. As she came out of the bathroom, she froze. There on her bed, I sat, I handed her the towel wordlessly. She quickly wrapped it around herself, realizing that I just got a good long look at her naked.
" Umm Mr. Malone..." She managed to get out. She could feel the blood rushing to her face. " Yes Kit, your dating my 18 year old son. Trust me when I tell you I am very selective about who dates my son. Two important things about me Kit, other than me being extremely wealthy. I'm very protective of my son and your eight years older then him. You need a man not a boy." Kit's face turned red. She is taken aback by my bluntness and wondered if she should ask me to leave. Kit took a breath, told herself that she's not a little girl anymore and could handle this. " I have a very big cock, and I like aggressive rough sex." " Oh god I'm so turned on, especially when I saw how you looked at me at the graduation ceremony." She said hotly as her hands massaged my massive bulge. " God, all I kept thinking about while I was sitting near you, was what it would be like if it was you and I instead of your son." " That's good Kit because I don't have the time or the patience when it comes to a woman changing her mind, let's say.
As you would imagine a young woman seeing someone of my size could get extremely intimated or frightened. The young women that I fuck all are from a different type of woman. These women are very independent and are very confident in their sexual desires." " Oh god, I can imagine," She said hungrily as her palm rolled over my huge cock. " Kit, believe me when I tell you, from the second I saw you I knew I had to fuck you, and when I knew you were dating my son...I knew you had a hunger for a older more experienced man. I saw that same look of wanting to fuck a real big cock that I see in all the special women that I fuck," I said as she groans saying I was right. " You stand out Kit. There is a sexy quality about you that is haunting," I said. I stand up grabbing the towel pulling it off and pull Kit against my body. My tongue flew out to meet hers. " I think you know that I arranged for my son to be busy to get rid of him for the weekend," I said admittedly, which turned her on like crazy. " You knew I wanted to fuck you, didn't you Kit." " Oh god, the way you were looking at me, stripping me with your eyes even though your son was right in front of you was driving me crazy. I was really hoping you did," She confessed as her tongue met mine. " Now we have the entire weekend to fuck Kit," I said pinching her tiny nipples and kissing her neck. " Oh god ...Ummm, the whole weekend," She groans. " I'm going to fuck you every day and every night Kit," I said hotly in a voice that causes her to have another mini orgasm. My hand then parted her legs and went to her wet pussy, skillfully running two fingers between her soaking wet pussy lips. " Umm. A nice pussy Kit. Very nice....very nice," I said in a deep voice that let her know I was thinking about my enormous cock. " Does my son have a big cock Kit," I said in a tone that told her, I already knew the answer. " Oh god no, not hardly," She groans as her hand traced over my massive bulge. " Well, you have not fucked a very big cock, Kit," I said in a voice that has her squirming. " Oh god," She whimpers feeling embarrassed. " I can tell when a pussy's been spread by a big dick, Kit," I said as I ran my fingers past the inside of her pussy lips. " Oh god," She groans as I press her for an answer. " Only a small cock can shape a pussy like this Kit," I said in a sly voice.
I then got very inquisitive, and made her uncomfortable. I kissed her neck and ran my hand across her tiny aching nipples. " I'm dating your son because I knew he came from a wealthy family and I wanted to experience something more in life. I wanted to be around wealthy people and their lifestyle. I was tired of being around people with blue collar jobs." " Yes Kit for that alone I would understand but, this is much bigger." I added with a sly grin. " Oh god, you know the reason I'm dating your son Mr. Malone...I mean John. It is because of you. From the moment I met your son, I knew that I had to date him, because it would allow me the opportunity to be with you, " She said as a groan escapes her lips as she feels my fingers brush against the front of her mound. " Very nice Kit, because of my son, I am the beneficiary of your sexy body now," I said as she moans, " Yes," We kiss hard. Kissing her neck and playing with her pussy, I asked her about my son, and how she ended up fucking him. She felt ashamed, but told me the story. " Do you enjoy fucking his small cock Kit?" " All the other guys I've ever been with including your son are average sized I guess," She confessed. " Do you want to be fucked by an older man Kit?" I said, kissing her neck as I ran my probing fingers up and down the length of her pussy. " Oh god, I'm so turned on," She added hotly. " I've heard stories about you and your incredible stamina. I heard you like fucking non-stop. I have never fucked like that in my life. I heard you would fuck for hours at a time without taking a break. I heard your ability to cum and then start all over again is amazing." " Has my son fucked you more then once a day or night?" I asked as I kept running my fingers up and down the inside of her pussy lips, as if to keep judging the size and tightness of her pussy and what my huge cock was going to feel like inside it. " Oh god," She moaned as her palm traced over my giant bulge.
" I want this sexy pussy Kit.. I want it wrapped around my 9 inch cock for the weekend," I said as my fingers went into my soaking pussy lips. " Ohhhh fuck yes. It's yours," She said as her mouth clamped down on mine and she came all over the tip of my two fingers. With his fingers inside my pussy, now fucking in and out of her in a steady rhythm we kissed. It is so sexy to be taken by a man that is 29 years older than her, with more confidence then she had ever known. Feeling a powerful orgasm building as she begins to groan and whimper. " Let your sexy pussy cum again Kit. Let that horny, wet cunt of yours cum," I said in a dark voice that made her shudder all over my fingers. " Ohhhh God," She moaned in heat, as she came as I shove my two fingers into her hard and fast. " Taste yourself Kit. Taste your sexy pussy," I said pulling my fingers out then brought them to her mouth as she eagerly sucked her pussy off my fingers, as she kept cumming. As she licked the taste of her pussy off my fingers, I pull my fingers from her mouth slamming them back inside her cunt and finger-fucked her hard as I told her to cum. She is delirious from cumming so hard and for so long. She has never cum so hard. I knew how to fuck the way I wanted. I'm so dominant and forceful and knew how to fuck a woman. My son and all her former boyfriends never had that type of confidence to fuck. She is sure part of it has to do with me having such an enormous cock and that I fucked constantly. " Ohhh fuck," She moans over and over as she tosses her head back from cumming so hard. After she finished we kissed again, as our tongues bounced off each other's.
" God, I've never cum like that," She moaned. " A beautiful body Kit, and a sexy tight pussy I know I'm going to love to fuck," I said in a deep voice that caused her to moan. " Oh god I can't wait to have my pussy wrapped around your huge cock." We stood next to the bed as she messaged my huge billowing cock down the inseam of my leg. She groaned as she kissed me and messaged my enormous bulge. I then stood behind her and begin kissing her neck, making her moan uncontrollably. I kissed her neck while running my hands over her ass then across her aching tits. " Umm," She moaned at the thought of my huge cock going in and out of her as we fucked. " Yes, I'm going to fill that tight pussy," I said in a sultry voice as my hands caressed up and down her thighs. " You need a real man, not some wimp who can't bring you to task when you need it," I growled, " Do you deny it?" My words are harsh but she can't deny what I said as she answered softly, " No." " I didn't think so," I said arrogantly, pushing her against the wall, her face against the wall. After wetting my cock with her juice, I slam my hard rod into her without warning, causing her to cry out. My cock is long and thick filling her tight cunt painfully. " John! OMG!" she cried out as she struggled against me. I held her tight, bracing her against the wall with my arm in the center of her back, as I begin to thrust into her hard and fast. She whimpers as I attempted to split her on my thick cock. " Enough with your crying, Kit," I grunted harshly as I continue to fuck her hard, " Now keep quiet and take it, take it all bitch! You know you wanted it rough and hard! Don't you," I grunted, " Take it, yeah baby that's it. You feel so good." Tears slip down her face as warmth spreads through her. She is wet against the forceful thrusting cock. She begins to meet my harsh strokes, bucking her ass into my hard cock.
" That's it baby, yeah, that's it," I moan, " You like that don't you?" " mmmmhmmm," she moans in her misery.
Grabbing her hair by the root, I crane her neck to kiss her. The pain causing her to cry out and I took the opportunity to invade her mouth with my tongue. She is kissing me back as she cried. Gripping her hip roughly with my free hand, I fucked her hard into the wall. I'm so close. Faster and harder I slammed into her, my grunts filling the room. " I'm so close, Kit, oh god, yes. Spread your legs wider for me. I want to shoot deep in you," I moan. She did as I asked, more out of her mounting pleasure than fear. As soon as her legs are spread I went wild, jacking my cock into her hard and deep, pummeling her womb with my stabbing cock. The pain is intense but only seemed to drive her closer to orgasm. " Oh, god, John, oh god," she begged giving into the pleasure. " Yes, Kit, fuck, fuck, ugh!" I groaned. As I slammed into her one last time, my cum shot into her hard, filling her womb with my seed. I convulsed hard into her throwing her over the edge. She cries out, her cunt milking my jerking cock for every last drop. Oh, fuck, oh fuck," she panted as she came down. " Yes," is all I said, breathlessly. I stayed pressed up against her for several minutes as we caught our breath. When I could breathe again, I put my lips to her ear, kissing it softly, then whispering, " From now on Kat, you are mine. You will stop seeing my son. Do you understand?"
" Yes, John," she promised.
I'm everything she had needed in her life that my son wasn't able to give her. My son was a wimp, as I accused, and would never satisfy her the way that I could. I would dominate her, which is what she always wanted and needed. " I am yours, John," she said wistfully. " There will be rules that I expect you to follow, Kat, and if you disobey me I will punish you. Are we clear?" " Yes," she said drunk with passion. " From now on you will not wear any panties. I want you always ready for my hard cock. I will take you shopping this weekend, we will get you some more clothes. I want to see you tomorrow in a short black skirt, a silk shirt opened far enough that I can see those sexy mounds, a black lace bra and black thigh highs. You will wear three inch heels at all times. Your hair is to be worn down and I expect you to have makeup on for me. Every day at 6 pm, you will be waiting for me at your apartment. Do you understand?" " Yes, John," she whispers. I push her roughly toward the bed and press her down face-first into the mattress. She feels me spread her legs wide. She feels me climb between her legs and position myself over the top of her. Then she feels her slick pussy lips parted and the rock-hard head of my monster cock start to enter her again. She feels each inch go deeper and deeper into her. She is so turned on, her pussy is gushing again. I'm savoring the feeling of entering her again, I entered her slowly. She feels the head of my cock finally hitting bottom, she moans. Her pussy contracted around me. As she is about to start moving, she feels me pull my cock almost completely out and then slam it back into her.
There is no more "gently," now I'm slamming her pussy from behind, entering her fully and deeply with each thrust. She starts to cum immediately from the feel of me slamming into her. She is writhing on the bed, moaning. She just kept cumming around my monster cock. After twenty minutes of this, she hears me groaning and starts to feel the jerking of my cock in her pussy. She just kept squeezing me with her body, feeling jets of cum being shot deep into her. At last I'm satisfied with my orgasm, withdrawing out of Kit. " Shit! You're one hot bitch!" I exclaimed. Kit is dazed and speechless, overcome by the terrible turn of events. She feels crushed and conquered by me. |
Title: 1950s-60s Boylust, pt.1
Tags: True Story
Introduction:
How it happened
Content:
People often think of the 1950s and early 60s as a time when sex was repressed, and in some ways I guess it was. But for me, it was an exciting time to grow up.
I was born in 1954 & grew up in a very small, country town in the south. From an early age I was very sexually active. I’ve always been curious if other guys did this, but most guys won't talk about it or deny doing it. I've thought and fantasized about it a lot through the years. I've had several girlfriends, had long-term relationships with some of them and with others mostly sexual, and occasional sex with guys too, but I've never forgotten about those early pleasures.
So, I’ll tell a bit about my boyhood adventures.
As I said, I grew up in a very small, country town but I knew boys from many different backgrounds, mostly very country, but I knew some boys who had moved to town from bigger cities too. I had some girls for friends too but mostly boys, because at that young age us boys just stuck together more.
I guess you could say I was all-boy, as people used to say, and most of my friends were too. We played baseball, loved to swim, run, play army, all that… and we also liked to mess around with each other, usually when we would spend the night together. About every weekend during school days, and more in summer, I would sleep over with a friend or have one stay at my house. As soon as our parents went to bed, and we knew it was ok, our clothes came off! It was different with different friends and sometimes we played made-up games, always involving sex play.
As long as I can remember I always loved playing with my dick. I never thought twice about it, it just felt good, was fun so why not. I never, ever felt guilt, and I couldn’t even have told you what it meant, to feel guilty about that.
During my early years, I did all kinds of stuff, alone and with my friends. I recall that me and one boy used to tie a string around our dicks, just to be crazy, and swing them around and laugh. Then we tied them together, with one string around both our dicks, but not tight. I think at first it was really not so much about sex as just fun. But then we discovered how good it felt when our dicks and balls touched, and after that we took off the string & would rub our dicks and balls together and that felt so good.
So we did it that way many different times. I always got a hard-on right away and so did my buddy, even though we were very young. We had lots of other games, so I won’t go into them all now. But one I remember, and liked to do with a different boy, happened when we discovered a plastic tube, sorta like a toilet paper roll center but smaller, and tried putting our dicks inside, one of us in each end. With hard-ons the ends of our dicks would touch and we thought that was great. We had no idea what fucking was but we would go in and out while holding the tube still, in place between us, and it was kind of like screwing, but not really.
Pretty early on I discovered oral stuff, mostly mutual sucking, but at first we mostly just took turns putting each others dicks in our mouths and sorta feeling them in there, because we didn't know about using the motion of real sucking and all, but learned it later. And we would play a game we called 'I dare you', which probably explains itself. It was a way to break the ice, so to speak. A couple of boys might want to mess around but not be sure how to get it started, or be shy, and making it a dare was a way to get it going.
I also remember being really interested in butts. Most of my friends were too and we would draw pictures of them and sometimes that got us in trouble if we got caught at school doing it, which happened once or twice. If the teachers only knew what we did in private! We didn't penetrate each other then, and I think it was mostly a visual thing, and touching. Except one boy I played with did stick things in there sometimes, but not far in. Later on after puberty I tried 'butt-fucking' (that's what we called it) but we couldn't figure out how to do it, but it was fun trying. I mostly liked to see naked butts and always tried to see older boys' naked whenever I could. I also liked certain of my buddies butts better than others, and I guess I must have had one they liked because most of my playmates paid a lot of attention to mine, which was fine with me. We did different stuff: for instance, one boy would lay on his stomach and the other would sit on top, right on his butt, and just play around, like maybe you would press your dick and balls against it or bounce your hard-on up and down on his butt, which I liked to do. A couple of boys, including me, liked to rub our dick and balls along the other boy's crack, kinda pull his cheeks apart a little and lay my dick in there, length-wise, balls too, and sorta just move around. None of us had very big dicks at that age so it was best for sure if you had a hard-on, and I usually did, or got one soon as I started doing it. And I liked a boy to do it to me too.
Every boy I was friends with did this to some degree, sex play I mean. I did it with every single one, and it was totally natural. Our preacher's son from church was one of my best playmates for this, and couldn't wait to get naked with me. He liked to suck my dick more than anything, and I did him too. But we all did it. When we were out playing or in school we did the usual stuff boys do then, and the sex play was simply the usual stuff for us too, at night, or sometimes during the day, off in the woods or about any place we got the urge and wouldn't be seen.
All the boys I knew were circumcised, which was unusual for a country town, but they were, and so was I. But once the nephew of a family friend was in town for the weekend. He was about 4 years older than me but we hit it off and he treated me like I was his own age, which of course I liked. He was really country but very good natured and good looking, I thought. Well, he spent the night at our house one night before he left. We slept in the same bed, like I always did with boys that stayed over. As usual, we showed our dicks and it was the first time I saw an uncircumcised one. I was fascinated and a bit confused. I couldn’t figure it out because his dick at first was soft & the foreskin was all the way over it. But he showed me all about it, told me and demonstrated how it worked, got it hard and then I understood it better and it looked about the same as mine, but bigger since he was already into puberty. He let me play with it, so then it was all good. The other new thing for me was that he had some hair around it. I had caught glimpses of hair on older boys in the public pool locker room, but not up close. That also fascinated me and I wanted some too, but would have to wait a good while.
Anyway, looking back I wish he had showed me how to jack off with my hand, because I think he must have known how, but I didn’t know to ask, or maybe he thought I was too young, but I doubt it. We spent a long time playing with our dicks, mostly like I had been doing, except no special games… just flopping our dicks around and keeping hard-ons, and we wrestled around some, naked of course. For us boys getting our clothes off was always part of the fun, same with him. So he didn’t get around to showing me about jacking off, but it wasn't long before I learned. We had a lot of fun and his was definitely the biggest dick I had played with, since he was into puberty and all my regular buddies were about my age, and a few years before we got our changes. He had big balls too, with sorta downy hair on them and they felt very heavy compared to mine. His dick remained the only uncircumcised one I saw for many years.
Well, this has gotten long, but more to tell, so will continue in next post, pt. 2 |
Title: 1950s-60s Boylust, pt.1, Revised
Tags: True Story, Blowjob, Boy / Boy, Gay, Male Solo, Oral Sex, School, Teen Male / Teen Male, Young
Introduction:
Some boyhood adventures
Content:
(Note: This is a re-post, with a few changes, so sorry if you have already read it. It published without themes and other stuff, so only way to fix it was to repost. Also, I did some editing, so it's a bit different)
I grew up in a very small, southern, country town but I knew boys from many different backgrounds, as some boys had moved to town from bigger cities. I had girls for friends too but mostly boys, because at that young age us boys just stuck together more.
I guess you could say I was all-boy, as people used to say, and most of my friends were too. We played baseball, loved to swim, run, play army, all that… and we also liked to mess around with each other, usually when we would spend the night together. About every weekend during school days, and more in summer, I would sleep over with a friend or have one stay at my house. As soon as our parents went to bed, and we knew it was ok, our clothes came off! It was different with different friends and sometimes we played made-up games, always involving sex play.
As long as I can remember I always loved playing with my dick. I never thought twice about it, it just felt good, was fun so why not. I never, ever felt guilt, and I couldn’t even have told you what it meant, to feel guilty about that.
During my early years, I did all kinds of stuff, alone and with my friends. I recall that me and one boy used to tie a string around our dicks, just to be crazy, and swing them around and laugh. Then we tied them together, with one string around both our dicks, but not tight. I think at first it was really not so much about sex as just fun. But then we discovered how good it felt when our dicks and balls touched, so after that we forgot the string & would rub our dicks and balls together and that felt so good. I always got a boner right away and so did my buddy, even though we were very young.
We had lots of other games, so I won’t go into them all. But one I remember, and liked to do with a different boy, happened when we discovered a plastic tube, sorta like a toilet paper roll center but smaller, and tried putting our dicks inside, one of us in each end. With hard-ons the ends of our dicks would touch and we thought that was great. We had no idea what fucking was but we would go in and out while holding the tube still, in place between us, and it was kind of like screwing, but not really.
Pretty early on I discovered oral stuff, mostly mutual sucking, but at first we mostly just took turns putting each others dicks in our mouths and sorta feeling them in there, because we didn't know about using the motion of real sucking and all, but learned it later. And we would play a game we called 'I dare you', which probably explains itself. It was a way to break the ice, so to speak. A couple of boys might want to mess around but not be sure how to get it started, or be shy, and making it a dare was a way to get it going.
I also remember being really interested in butts. Most of my friends were too and we would draw pictures of them and sometimes that got us in trouble if we got caught at school doing it, which happened once or twice. If the teachers only knew what we did in private! We didn't penetrate each other then, and I think it was mostly a visual thing, and touching. Except one boy I played with did stick things in there sometimes, but not far in. Later on after puberty I tried 'butt-fucking' (that's what we called it) but we couldn't figure out how to do it, but it was fun trying. I mostly liked to see naked butts and always tried to see older boys' naked whenever I could. I also liked certain of my buddies butts better than others, and I guess I must have had one they liked because most of my playmates paid a lot of attention to mine, which was fine with me. We did different stuff: for instance, one boy would lay on his stomach and the other would sit on top, right on his butt, and just play around, like maybe you would press your dick and balls against it or bounce your hard-on up and down on his butt, which I liked to do. A couple of boys, including me, liked to rub our dick and balls along the other boy's ass-crack, kinda pull his cheeks apart a little and lay my dick in there, length-wise, balls too, and sorta just move around. None of us had very big dicks at that age so it was best for sure if you had a hard-on, and I usually did, or got one soon as I started doing it. And I liked a boy to do it to me too.
Every boy I was friends with did this to some degree, sex play I mean. I did it with every single one, and it was totally natural. Our preacher's son from church was one of my best playmates for this, and couldn't wait to get naked with me. He liked to suck my dick more than anything, and I did him too. But we all did it. When we were out playing or in school we did the usual stuff boys do then, and the sex play was simply the usual stuff for us too, at night, or sometimes during the day, off in the woods or about any place we got the urge and wouldn't be seen.
At that age, before puberty, I remember our dicks mostly looking alike. With boners some of us had bigger ones but not by a lot. The only thing that was different for me was my nipples, because I had really large ones, even as a young boy. Really it was ok, in fact some of my buddies liked to suck on them and I loved it, but when I went through puberty they got a lot bigger even and I would get embarrassed by them. Some boys made fun of them sometimes and at that age you are really insecure anyway. Well, I dealt with it but it took time before I felt ok with them. More about this if I write about my teen years and beyond.
All the boys I knew were circumcised, which was unusual for a country town, but they were, and so was I. But once the nephew of a family friend was in town for the weekend. He was about 4 years older than me but we hit it off and he treated me like I was his own age, which of course I liked. He was really country but very good natured and good looking, I thought. Well, he spent the night at our house one night before he left. We slept in the same bed, like I always did with boys that stayed over. As usual, we showed our dicks and it was the first time I saw an uncircumcised one. I was fascinated and a bit confused. I couldn’t figure it out because his dick at first was soft & the foreskin was all the way over it. But he showed me all about it, told me and demonstrated how it worked, got it hard and then I understood it better and it looked about the same as mine, but bigger since he was already into puberty. He let me play with it, so then it was all good. The other new thing for me was that he had some hair around it. I had caught glimpses of hair on older boys in the public pool locker room, but not up close. That also fascinated me and I wanted some too, but would have to wait a good while.
Anyway, looking back I wish he had showed me how to jack off with my hand, because I think he must have known how, but I didn’t know to ask, or maybe he thought I was too young, but I doubt it. We spent a long time playing with our dicks, mostly like I had been doing, except no special games… just flopping our dicks around and keeping hard-ons, and we wrestled around some, naked of course. For us boys getting our clothes off was always part of the fun, same with him. So he didn’t get around to showing me about jacking off, but it wasn't long before I learned. We had a lot of fun and his was definitely the biggest dick I had played with, since he was into puberty and all my regular buddies were about my age, and a few years before we got our changes. He had big balls too, with sorta downy hair on them and they felt very heavy compared to mine. His dick remained the only uncircumcised one I saw for many years.
Well, more to tell, my first orgasm at age 9, etc, so will continue in next post, pt. 2 |
Title: 1950s-60s Boylust, pt.2
Tags: True Story
Introduction:
How it happened- cont.
Content:
In part one I told a bit about my early years in a small, country town. This picks up my story.
I'll tell next how I did finally learn about jacking off, or I should say, about having my first orgasm, because it wasn’t by the usual hand method. It was totally by accident and definitely not one of the more common ways to discover it.
I had not yet had an orgasm, but it was fun and felt good. Not only did I like all the more active play, with our dicks, butts and all, but I also liked just feeling a friend’s smooth body against mine, so much like my own or sometimes different but being about the same ages we were all more alike I guess. Being that close to another boy, especially a close buddy, just made me feel good inside, warm and happy and content I guess. We usually slept naked and often we would wake up with our legs tangled up and start wrestling each other, maybe trying for the best spot in the bed. Being naked, we could touch everywhere and that usually led to sex play, grabbing each others dicks and playing with them, squeezing, but not too hard, and with some boys I did mutual sucking.
And sometimes in the night we might just be snuggling, but not in some mushy way (as we might have said) like our big sisters with their dates or whatever. But rather in that drowsy, half-asleep way, and it felt better to press up against another warm boy body than to lay apart. This was, I think, a different thing from our sex play and more instinct than intentional, but I remember the deep satisfaction and contentment of it. It happened mostly with my best buddies and not that many. We would have been embarrassed to talk about anything like this, and I doubt any of us thought much about it after we woke up and started our busy day. But we had no such qualms about the purely physical sex play. Yeah, we kept it secret from others but between ourselves it was very much part of our daily lives. We even sometimes talked about what one of us did with another boy and if we should try it too.
In those early years, it was always between just two boys at a time, at least with me and all the boys I knew and did it with. Later, after puberty, I did it two or three times with a couple of boys, twins in fact, but that's a whole story in itself, so I may tell about it another time. Another time, also after puberty, I did it with 3 boys, and mostly we just watched each other jack off, to see each other shoot off. But it wasn't the kind of close contact and stuff that we did with just two of us together. I don't know exactly why but I think in part it was because there was a kind of trust, like an unspoken pact, between two of us when we did it, and that's hard to have with more than two. Also, along with the sexual excitement and feeling, it was two boys giving each other full attention, that was important too. At that age, and even more in teenage years, boys can be insecure and self-conscious and crave the attention of another boy, or girl, an adult or anyone.
But no one except another boy is in a position to give so much: attention and camaraderie, and to be allowed time alone together, with some privacy, when they can explore so much more. But with more than two, even with boys the same age and friends, there can be competition or jealousy and it's different. So maybe this is one reason. Whatever the case, two boys together can have such a great time, exploring their bodies and just being boys together; I can think of nothing more natural and I'm sure glad I had the opportunities that I did
I still haven’t told what I intended: my discovery of orgasm. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was on a baseball team, in the league right before Little League, and we practiced at a field right down the street from my house, so I walked back and forth. I used to come home after practice and my mom usually wanted me to take a bath (we didn’t have a shower at the time). I didn’t mind because it gave me the perfect chance to get naked and play with myself, and to try different ways to masturbate. Up to that point I still didn’t know how to use my hand to get an orgasm and hadn’t had one, didn't even know what it was, but I got lots of pleasure anyway. I liked my whole naked body, not just my dick, although it was the center for sure.
So, I came home one day after baseball practice and my folks were going out, leaving my older sister to stay there with me. But she wanted to go somewhere as soon as they left and I told her I would be fine and wouldn’t tell on her. I never did and she knew I wouldn’t. So I was alone in the house and I always liked that. This time I got into my folks closet looking for a book. I knew they had some medical type books that showed naked bodies and stuff, not anything much, but it was to me, as I was excited by almost anything to do with sex. I still recall being really excited by those art books with old paintings of naked people, of women’s breasts with big nipples and especially one that had several large prints of paintings with men naked in battle. Some weren’t so good but I remember one I looked at every chance I had. It had a young Roman soldier with a muscular but slim body standing naked with only a sword belt and helmet. It didn’t show his dick but his back and his lean hard butt. I guess I was always turned on by butts, especially if they were like his, and like some of my buddies.
Anyway, I didn't find the medical book but I got the art book and was looking at that picture of the soldier, which gave me an instant erection and I was bouncing it on my palm. All of a sudden I looked down and saw something on the bottom shelf. It was a vibrator, not a sex toy but a regular one for massaging muscles, etc. I knew my folks had it, they didn’t hide it and used it for a sore neck and all. I had never thought anything about it and probably wouldn’t then, except I was already aroused and masturbating, in my own way. So I put the book down and got the vibrator. It was one of those small ones, just a handle with a flat rubber disk-shaped part that you pressed to the body. Well I messed around trying it on different places. Of course I fairly quickly put it on my dick but it was too intense. I saw I had it on high so turned it on low and tried again, putting it on the top side, behind the head of my dick and just pressing lightly. It felt amazing! I got harder than I ever had I think.
My dick began standing straight up against my body, so stiff that when I tried to pull it down it sorta hurt, so I had to move the vibrator and put it against the underside of my dick. Good god!! I’ll never forget that! Immediately it felt better than anything I had ever felt and within about 2 or 3 minutes I had my first orgasm! It happened fast but not like a jolt… it was like it built slowly, starting as soon as I put the vibrator against the underside of my already hard boy dick. Absolutely nothing could have made me move it away after I put it there and it built until an amazing warmth flowed all through me, especially in my tummy… and then my knees went totally weak when it reached the most intense point; and then eased off, again slowly, at least it seemed so. I felt like I was suspended in time or something.
Well I was never the same since. So this was the start of a whole new dimension of sexual feeling for me. I still did all the usual stuff with my friends but now I knew there was a lot more to it. Eventually I showed some of them my discovery but it wasn't easy because I couldn't take the vibrator out of the house and even when a boy spent the night with me I couldn't always get it. It was a lot easier to find stolen moments to use it when I was at home without company, even with my folks there, and I often did it when I took a bath. But I did get it and show it to a few buddies and it became like a special treat on those occasions. In fact this is how I finally learned how to jack off by hand.
One boy that stayed over was a new friend from church and a year older than me. We got to messing around naked and I told him about 'the feeling', and told him the vibrator was the only way I knew to get it. He said he already knew about it, and had been having it but not with a vibrator. I was skeptical but he said he found out by watching his older brother. He had hidden in the closet to play a trick on him but before he could jump out he saw his brother feeling of himself through his shorts, so he waited and watched. He said his brother pulled his pants off and his dick sprang out really big and hard, and he took it in his hand and started 'rubbing it'. I asked my friend to show me, so he did.
He was already stiff and he took his dick between his thumb and 2 fingers and pushed up and down. After just a few minutes he took my hand, palm down, and put it flat on the end of his dick, like over the slit, and showed me how to rub it around the way he liked, just kind of lightly making contact. So I did it while he jacked up and down. He sorta made a sound as soon as I touched it. While I slid my palm around he jerked and then really quick he said, " I'm feelin it... I'm feelin it..." as he tensed up and then relaxed all over. I knew just what he felt... it's what I called "the feeling" for lack of knowing any other term. I don't recall having even heard the word 'orgasm' at that age. I was 9 and he was 10 and neither of us were into puberty, so he didn't ejaculate, but I felt a little wetness on my palm as he got more excited and then came; it wasn't sperm I don't think but something, just a little wetness there. Then he said "see". I sure did.
So I had him do it to me and then I took over jacking while he brushed his palm across the tip of my dick head. It took me awhile to get it right and find the rhythm, and he took over jacking me a couple of times, and then I got it just right and finally, yeah... that warm tingle deep in my tummy started and it happened, first time doing it by hand. Actually it didn't quite feel as good right away as it did with the vibrator, I think because but I didn't have as much practice, but I really liked the whole thing even better. I liked to see my dick in my hand, plus I could control it better... plus no need to plug something in. Best of all I could do it anywhere, anytime, almost. So I soon learned to get 'the feeling' this way just as good and began experimenting even more, and I hardly ever did the vibrator again, except occasionally I did.
Well, this is a little about my earliest years but I continued to mess around as I got older. This is getting long so I'll tell about just one more adventure: about the first time I saw a boy shoot cum, well I didn't see it but felt it. I still wasn't into puberty, but was just about to start, and now was in Jr. High School. I didn't know this boy too well but used to see him at school and thought about him too. He was good at sports and I had sort of a crush on him I guess. He had some hair on his legs and that turned me on a lot. It surprised me one day when he asked me to go do something after school and we just hung out, went to a swimming pool and stuff. Then on the weekend he said why don't we spend the night and boy was I excited. I knew by then he liked me and was horny as hell too, because when we were changing into our trunks at the pool, all of a sudden he said, 'look at that thing" and I turned around and saw he had his trunks half-way down and was swinging his dick back and forth. It was hard, not huge but a good size. I wanted to play with it right there but didn't.
Anyway, on the weekend I had him stay over. My room was a kind of attic and I had a lot of privacy. Well, he was eager to mess around, like I was, and as soon as we went up for the night, right away he said let's jack-off. When he took off his underwear I saw he had a small patch of black hair above his dick. I already knew he had hair on his legs, black like on his head, and for some reason at that age I was into leg hair and envied boys that had it, because I was totally smooth, no hair at all. And I liked boys with black hair a lot, still do, maybe because I am fair.
Anyway, we beat our own dicks awhile until we were hard as hell and then he reached over and took mine, at the same time he pulled my hand & put it on his dick. We did each other for awhile and then he asked if I wanted to try fucking. I said yeah but that I wasn't sure how. He seemed to know what he was doing and he turned me over on my stomach, then reached around to play with my dick while he rubbed against me from behind. Then he started to slide his hard dick along my butt-crack, then under and against my balls and between my thighs. Turned out he didn't know how to really do it either, not to penetrate that is. I was squeezing my legs and thighs together around his dick and he started breathing really hard and loud. I felt him raise up for a second and then, all of a sudden I felt something warm and sticky all over my butt. I didn't know exactly what had happened, and he just collapsed on me and rubbed his hard body against me, all in his cum. I asked what happened and he said, 'well, I just shot off all over your little butt'. For some reason that got me so excited, when he said that. With only a few jerks I came, while he held my balls.
Well, this got pretty long and I only told a little bit. I may post more about my experiences as I got older and things got even more interesting. |
Title: 1950s-60s Boylust, pt.2 Revised
Tags: True Story, Blowjob, Boy, Boy / Boy, Gay, Male Solo, Masturbation, Oral Sex, School, Teen Male / Teen Male, Young
Introduction:
Some boyhood adventures, cont.
Content:
(Note: Like pt.1 Revised, this is a re-post, with a few changes, so sorry if you have already read it. It published without themes and other stuff so, so only way to fix it was to delete and repeat. Also, I did some editing, so it's a bit different)
In part one I told a bit about my early years in a small, country town. This picks up my story.
I'll tell next how I did finally learn about jacking off, or I should say, about having my first orgasm, because it wasn’t by the usual hand method. It was totally by accident and definitely not one of the more common ways to discover it.
I had not yet had an orgasm, but it was fun and felt good. Not only did I like all the more active play, with our dicks, butts and all, but I also liked just feeling a friend’s smooth body against mine, so much like my own or sometimes different but being about the same ages we were all more alike I guess. Being that close to another boy, especially a close buddy, just made me feel good inside, warm and happy and content I guess. We usually slept naked and often we would wake up with our legs tangled up and start wrestling each other, maybe trying for the best spot in the bed. Being naked, we could touch everywhere and that usually led to sex play, grabbing each others dicks and playing with them, squeezing, but not too hard, and with some boys I did mutual sucking.
And sometimes in the night we might just be snuggling, but not in some mushy way (as we might have said) like our big sisters with their dates or whatever. But rather in that drowsy, half-asleep way, and it felt better to press up against another warm boy body than to lay apart. This was, I think, a different thing from our sex play and more instinct than intentional, but I remember the deep satisfaction and contentment of it. It happened mostly with my best buddies and not that many. We would have been embarrassed to talk about anything like this, and I doubt any of us thought much about it after we woke up and started our busy day. But we had no such qualms about the purely physical sex play. Yeah, we kept it secret from others but between ourselves it was very much part of our daily lives. We even sometimes talked about what one of us did with another boy and if we should try it too.
In those early years, it was always between just two boys at a time, at least with me and all the boys I knew and did it with. Later, after puberty, I did it two or three times with a couple of boys, twins in fact, but that's a whole story in itself, so I may tell about it another time. Another time, also after puberty, I did it with 3 boys, and mostly we just watched each other jack off, to see each other shoot off. But it wasn't the kind of close contact and stuff that we did with just two of us together. I don't know exactly why but I think in part it was because there was a kind of trust, like an unspoken pact, between two of us when we did it, and that's hard to have with more than two. Also, along with the sexual excitement and feeling, it was two boys giving each other full attention, that was important too. At that age, and even more in teenage years, boys can be insecure and self-conscious and crave the attention of another boy, or girl, an adult or anyone.
But no one except another boy is in a position to give so much: attention and camaraderie, and to be allowed time alone together, with some privacy, when they can explore so much more. But with more than two, even with boys the same age and friends, there can be competition or jealousy and it's different. So maybe this is one reason. Whatever the case, two boys together can have such a great time, exploring their bodies and just being boys together; I can think of nothing more natural and I'm sure glad I had the opportunities that I did
I still haven’t told what I intended: my discovery of orgasm. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was on a baseball team, in the league right before Little League, and we practiced at a field right down the street from my house, so I walked back and forth. I used to come home after practice and my mom usually wanted me to take a bath (we didn’t have a shower at the time). I didn’t mind because it gave me the perfect chance to get naked and play with myself, and to try different ways to masturbate. Up to that point I still didn’t know how to use my hand to get an orgasm and hadn’t had one, didn't even know what it was, but I got lots of pleasure anyway. I liked my whole naked body, not just my dick, although it was the center for sure.
So, I came home one day after baseball practice and my folks were going out, leaving my older sister to stay there with me. But she wanted to go somewhere as soon as they left and I told her I would be fine and wouldn’t tell on her. I never did and she knew I wouldn’t. So I was alone in the house and I always liked that. This time I got into my folks closet looking for a book. I knew they had some medical type books that showed naked bodies and stuff, not anything much, but it was to me, as I was excited by almost anything to do with sex. I still recall being really excited by those art books with old paintings of naked people, of women’s breasts with big nipples and especially one that had several large prints of paintings with men naked in battle. Some weren’t so good but I remember one I looked at every chance I had. It had a young Roman soldier with a muscular but slim body standing naked with only a sword belt and helmet. It didn’t show his dick but his back and his lean hard butt. I guess I was always turned on by butts, especially if they were like his, and like some of my buddies.
Anyway, I didn't find the medical book but I got the art book and was looking at that picture of the soldier, which gave me an instant erection and I was bouncing it on my palm. All of a sudden I looked down and saw something on the bottom shelf. It was a vibrator, not a sex toy but a regular one for massaging muscles, etc. I knew my folks had it, they didn’t hide it and used it for a sore neck and all. I had never thought anything about it and probably wouldn’t then, except I was already aroused and masturbating, in my own way. So I put the book down and got the vibrator. It was one of those small ones, just a handle with a flat rubber disk-shaped part that you pressed to the body. Well I messed around trying it on different places. Of course I fairly quickly put it on my dick but it was too intense. I saw I had it on high so turned it on low and tried again, putting it on the top side, behind the head of my dick and just pressing lightly. It felt amazing! I got harder than I ever had I think.
My dick began standing straight up against my body, so stiff that when I tried to pull it down it sorta hurt, so I had to move the vibrator and put it against the underside of my dick. Good god!! I’ll never forget that! Immediately it felt better than anything I had ever felt and within about 2 or 3 minutes I had my first orgasm! It happened fast but not like a jolt… it was like it built slowly, starting as soon as I put the vibrator against the underside of my already hard boy dick. Absolutely nothing could have made me move it away after I put it there and it built until an amazing warmth flowed all through me, especially in my tummy… and then my knees went totally weak when it reached the most intense point; and then eased off, again slowly, at least it seemed so. I felt like I was suspended in time or something.
Well I was never the same since. So this was the start of a whole new dimension of sexual feeling for me. I still did all the usual stuff with my friends but now I knew there was a lot more to it. Also right after this I started to like playing with my nipples more. Like I told before I had very large ones, bigger than any boy I had seen. So I guess having this great feeling made me explore my whole body more and I found it felt great to play with my nipples, even more than before. So I would put the vibrator on them too, but I usually used it on my dick and pulled on my nipples at the same time. Eventually I showed some of them my discovery but it wasn't easy because I couldn't take the vibrator out of the house and even when a boy spent the night with me I couldn't always get it. It was a lot easier to find stolen moments to use it when I was at home without company, even with my folks there, and I often did it when I took a bath. But I did get it and show it to a few buddies and it became like a special treat on those occasions. In fact this is how I finally learned how to jack off by hand.
One boy that stayed over was a new friend from church and a year older than me. We got to messing around naked and I told him about 'the feeling', and told him the vibrator was the only way I knew to get it. He said he already knew about it, and had been having it but not with a vibrator. I was skeptical but he said he found out by watching his older brother. He had hidden in the closet to play a trick on him but before he could jump out he saw his brother feeling of himself through his shorts, so he waited and watched. He said his brother pulled his pants off and his dick sprang out really big and hard, and he took it in his hand and started 'rubbing it'. I asked my friend to show me, so he did.
He was already stiff and he took his dick between his thumb and 2 fingers and pushed up and down. After just a few minutes he took my hand, palm down, and put it flat on the end of his dick, like over the slit, and showed me how to rub it around the way he liked, just kind of lightly making contact. So I did it while he jacked up and down. He sorta made a sound as soon as I touched it. While I slid my palm around he jerked and then really quick he said, " I'm feelin it... I'm feelin it..." as he tensed up and then relaxed all over. I knew just what he felt... it's what I called "the feeling" for lack of knowing any other term. I don't recall having even heard the word 'orgasm' at that age. I was 9 and he was 10 and neither of us were into puberty, so he didn't ejaculate, but I felt a little wetness on my palm as he got more excited and then came; it wasn't sperm I don't think but something, just a little wetness there. Then he said "see". I sure did.
So I had him do it to me and then I took over jacking while he brushed his palm across the tip of my dick head. It took me awhile to get it right and find the rhythm, and he took over jacking me a couple of times, and then I got it just right and finally, yeah... that warm tingle deep in my tummy started and it happened, first time doing it by hand. Actually it didn't quite feel as good right away as it did with the vibrator, I think because but I didn't have as much practice, but I really liked the whole thing even better. I liked to see my dick in my hand, plus I could control it better... plus no need to plug something in. Best of all I could do it anywhere, anytime, almost. So I soon learned to get 'the feeling' this way just as good and began experimenting even more, and I hardly ever did the vibrator again, except occasionally I did.
Well, this is a little about my earliest years but I continued to mess around as I got older. This is getting long so I'll tell about just one more adventure: about the first time I saw a boy shoot cum, well I didn't see it but felt it. I still wasn't into puberty, but was just about to start, and now was in Jr. High School. I didn't know this boy too well but used to see him at school and thought about him too. He was good at sports and I had sort of a crush on him I guess. He had some hair on his legs and that turned me on a lot. It surprised me one day when he asked me to go do something after school and we just hung out, went to a swimming pool and stuff. Then on the weekend he said why don't we spend the night and boy was I excited. I knew by then he liked me and was horny as hell too, because when we were changing into our trunks at the pool, all of a sudden he said, 'look at that thing" and I turned around and saw he had his trunks half-way down and was swinging his dick back and forth. It was hard, not huge but a good size. I wanted to play with it right there but didn't.
Anyway, on the weekend I had him stay over. My room was a kind of attic and I had a lot of privacy. Well, he was eager to mess around, like I was, and as soon as we went up for the night, right away he said let's jack-off. When he took off his underwear I saw he had a small patch of black hair above his dick. I already knew he had hair on his legs, black like on his head, and for some reason at that age I was into leg hair and envied boys that had it, because I was totally smooth, no hair at all. And I liked boys with black hair a lot, still do, maybe because I am fair.
Anyway, we beat our own dicks awhile until we were hard as hell and then he reached over and took mine, at the same time he pulled my hand & put it on his dick. We did each other for awhile and then he asked if I wanted to try butt-fucking. I said yeah but that I wasn't sure how. He seemed to know what he was doing and he turned me over on my stomach, then reached around to play with my dick while he rubbed against me from behind. Then he started to slide his hard dick along my butt-crack, then under and against my balls and between my thighs. Turned out he didn't know how to really do it either, not to penetrate that is. I was squeezing my legs and thighs together around his dick and he started breathing really hard and loud. I felt him raise up for a second and then, all of a sudden I felt something warm and sticky all over my butt. I didn't know exactly what had happened, and he just collapsed on me and rubbed his hard body against me, all in his cum. I asked what happened and he said, 'well, I just shot off all over your little butt'. For some reason that got me so excited, when he said that. With only a few jerks I came, while he held my balls.
Well, this got pretty long and I only told a little bit. I may post more about my experiences as I got older and things got even more interesting. |
Title: 1963, 1991, & 1998
Tags: True Story, Cannibalism, Death, Erotica, Murder, Romance
Introduction:
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Content:
One day, Farty Jimbo was making Southwestern-style ass hair meatloaf when the phone rang.
Farty Jimbo answered the phone.
“Hello” said Farty Jimbo
“Hello, this is Tuesday” said the voice on the phone
“No,” said Farty Jimbo “This is Sunday. I know for a fact.”
“No, I mean this is Tuesday Wells. I don’t know what day it is there. It may very well be Sunday.”
“Well it is Sunday, and I don’t know any Tuesday Wells.” Said Farty Jimbo
“Well I guess we haven’t met yet, but we will. It was hard getting a hold of you.” Said Tuesday Wells. “I know this all must sound very strange, but I need you to listen and trust me.”
“This DOES sound very strange. What do you mean we haven’t met yet and it was very hard getting a hold of me?” asked Farty Jimbo
“Well, what is the date there?” asked Tuesday”
“What the fuck do you mean what is the date here? It’s the same as the date there”
“I seriously doubt that, Jimbo” said Tuesday. “I woke up this morning in a strange room. When I got out of bed, I realized I wasn’t wearing a thong like I always am. I was wearing a pair of granny panties. I haven’t worn underwear like that since my mother bought my clothes. I noticed all the furnishings in the room looked new, but old fashioned. I went and got a paper and its Thursday November 21, 1963 here, and I’m in Dallas Texas!”
“Really? That means JFK will be assassinated tomorrow!”
“Yes, and I can go see “Cry of Battle” and “War is Hell” at the Texas Theatre in the Oak Cliff area of Dallas.” Said Tuesday. “What’s the date there?”
“July 21” said Farty Jimbo.
“What year?”
“1991” said Farty Jimbo
“We won’t meet until 1998. In1991 you live in Milwaukee Wisconsin. Holy shit! You know Jeffrey Dahmer. He will be arrested tomorrow. He’s a serial killer and a cannibal!” said Tuesday
“Jeff is a great guy.” You’re full of shit …”
“Full of shit up to my ears?” interrupted Tuesday
“Hey how did you know I was going to say that?” asked Farty Jimbo
“Because when I met you in 1998, you always said that. You told me you’ve used that phrase since you were a kid. It’s like your catch phrase.
“Wow” said Farty Jimbo, “If you know that, everything you are saying must be true! You’re calling me from November 21, 1963 in Dallas Texas and tomorrow Jeffery Dahmer will be arrested here in 1991. I won’t even know you until 1998. Fucken-a! What do you look like?” continued Farty Jimbo, “Are you a babe? Do you have a nice rack with big nipples?”
“I have average sized breasts, but my areolas are huge. There’s only one kind of regular bra I can wear that I like that covers my areolas well. Like it’s asking too much for a bra to cover my areolas…” Tuesday said
“I’ll scratch my balls and take a quick whiff of my fingers and I can smell ammonia or goat cheese or both. That’s neither here nor there. We got a couple of serious situations on our hands. As I see it, there isn’t much either one of us can do.” Said Farty Jimbo. “You should go down there to the Plaza and check out the Grassy Knoll.”
“Maybe I will” said Tuesday, “I’ll be back in 1998 soon.”
“I’m making a Southwestern-style ass hair meatloaf. I was just about to dry shave my ass when you called.” Replied Farty Jimbo
“All right. I’ll let you go. Buy a couple thousand shares of Intel and a bunch of Microsoft.” Tuesday Wells hung up and didn’t see Farty Jimbo again until 1998.
Farty Jimbo hung up. The next day, Jeffrey Dahmer was arrested. Farty Jimbo wrote the following poem.
“Her face was thin through vomit
A chemical sheen on her forehead caked over a tan booth bronze
Looking at her gave me a warm scrotal rush that was not unpleasant
And oh to have my stiffened spunk hose
Embraced by the sleek and shiny lips
Lips glossed with ultra-lip plumping ingredients for irresistibly luscious lips - glazed with unsurpassed shine
Locked around my pole of joy in a selfless spaghetti suck of love
Then I’d want that bitch to make me dinner.”
Soon there was world peace, no more diseases and the end of hunger and no more global warming because of the poem. Young boys were still fucked by priests, but other than that the world was a fine place. Farty Jimbo won a Nobel prize and found a grocery store that stocked “Count Chocula”, “Frankenberry” and “Boo Berry” at the same time. He bought a bunch of shares of Intel and Microsoft.
Life was good indeed for Farty Jimbo
fin |
Title: 1975 - A year to remember
Tags: True Story, First Time, Group Sex, Males / Females, Masturbation, Voyeurism
Introduction:
The events in this first chapter are fairly accurate and are essentially as they happened at the time. Succeeding chapters will begin to make the transition to ultimately a pure fictional account. The story develops somewhat slowly, since I feel it is important to establish the environment and develop the characters.
Content:
I remember that crisp Saturday morning in January of 1975 very well. Bobby Thompson had called and asked that we get together for coffee. He said that there was something very important he wanted to talk to me about and thought I’d be interested. I thought that he was being a little too mysterious and overly dramatic, but I agreed to meet him at the neighborhood coffee shop. I arrived early that morning and was sipping coffee when Bobby came through the door.
“Morning,” Bobby grinned as he looked back and forth around the restaurant.
A waitress came to the table and Bobby ordered a coffee.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Tell me this,” he said as she left to get his coffee. “What do you like best about our Saturday night games?” He was referring to the adult board games that we and our wives had been playing every other Saturday night for a number of weeks.
“That’s easy,” I responded. “It’s getting drunk, getting naked, and messing around with the girls.”
“Right,” confirmed Bobby, “but, think about this: We waste a whole lot of time playing the game when the whole object is to get around to messing with the girls. Right? I’m proposing that we just do away with the game and go straight to the messing around with each others spouses.”
I was baffled by his line of reasoning. “I have no idea what you are talking about, Bobby.”
“Hear me out. We can fool around with our own wives anytime. The kick is doing it with someone else’s spouse, right? Look, we have already been doing a lot of messing around when we get together for our games.” Bobby said. “The whole idea of our playing the silly board games was, like you said, to drink a lot, get naked, and do some heavy petting with our own wife and with each other’s wife. Hey all we would do with this is cut out the game board and go directly to the messing around part!” He exclaimed. “Don’t you see? We just all agree to do what we’ve been doing all along, but just cut out the game, get naked, and mess around with each others spouse.”
My response was immediate. “Naw, that wouldn’t fly with the girls.” I looked at Bobby, “I’m pretty sure my Cindy wouldn’t agree to do this type of fooling around. Getting drunk, naked, and playing around under the guise of a sex game is one thing, …. But, this is altogether different. I just don’t think that it would fly with the girls. What about Ellen? You don’t think that she’d be interested, do you?”
“Oh yeah … I’ve already talked about this with her and she’s very interested.”
“Hmmmm,” I thought for a few seconds and then said, “If I actually proposed this, Cindy could really get angry with me for even suggesting it.”
“Why don’t you just explore the possibilities and see what happens,” Bobby suggested.
That night I brought up the subject as tactfully as I could. “Bobby approached me about an interesting concept this morning … He suggested that we change what happens at our Saturday night dinner parties.”
“Yeah,” Cindy answered slowly. “Like change what?”
“He said that the whole idea of our playing the silly board games is to drink a lot get naked and do some heavy petting with our own spouse and with each other’s spouse.”
“…. And how does he propose we change the game?”
“Well, he proposes that we cut out the game board and go directly to the messing around.”
“That sounds just like a man,” she said somewhat disgustedly. “All you all think about is sex! What else did he suggest?”
“Well,” I continued, “He also says that we can fool around with our own spouses anytime. The kick is doing it with someone else’s. He proposes that we mostly fool around with each other’s spouses.”
“I don’t like the sound of the whole thing. This is wife swapping,” she exclaimed. “Naw,” I countered, “it’s just what we’ve been doing for weeks. It’s just kissing, heavy petting, and just playing around … he’s not proposing anything more than what we’ve been doing.”
Cindy groaned, “Yeah, right.”
“Bobby said it just means we’d be enjoying hours of foreplay without all the problems that would be created if we ever had sex with the other’s spouse.”
“You mean like kissing and touching only?” Cindy asked. “I can’t believe you could take me messing around with another man.”
“If you were doing it without my knowledge, I wouldn’t like it a bit,” I responded, “but this way we are in the same room and I can see exactly what you are doing and you can see exactly what im doing. Also no one ever does something they don’t want to do. You know what happens when we play the games: We get good and hot and then we then run home and screw like crazy. All these things are the preparatory games for fucking each other.”
“I don’t think I could do anything more than kissing and touching with Bobby. I assume that you and Ellen would be fooling around at the same time, right?”
“That’s the idea, but since we are all together in the same room, it keeps everyone under control.”
“How far do we go? We have masturbated each other sometimes. Ellen has masturbated Bobby until he came a lot. She did that the last time we were together. I did the same to you a couple of weeks ago … and you’ve pushed your fingers in my pussy a lots, but this is different. How far are we going to go with Ellen and Bobby?”
“That’s something that we would all have to agree on before we start,” I responded. Cindy leaned back and looked directly at me.
“You and Bobby are really serious aren’t you? I don’t know. I’ll have to talk to Ellen about this.”
“Well,” I thought to myself, “at least she hadn’t rejected the idea outright.”
The following weekend we were scheduled to go to the Thompson’s house for dinner and games on Saturday night. Perhaps this would be a good time to identify all the participants and what brought us all together at this point in our lives. My name is Hank Davis … actually Henry Davis, but I always hated that name and became known as “Hank” from the time I was a kid. Backing up a few years to 1970, I was a recently divorced Army captain, assigned to Fort Bragg. I was working in the Directorate of Logistics shop at post headquarters doing really exciting stuff … yeah, yeah … real exciting stuff. Anyway I got into the dating scene again and eventually met Cindy Granger, a civilian nurse at Womack Army Hospital. We dated and, in due course, married in 1972. We lived in her small apartment for a while, but quickly realized that it was just too small for the two of us. After looking for a while, we found the ideal apartment in a recently built apartment complex in Fayetteville. We quickly made friends with our neighbors across the hall, Bobby and Ellen Thompson Bobby was a quiet soft-spoken teacher in a nearby high school. He was a fairly tall guy at about 6 - 1 and was of medium build, weighing about 170 pounds at that time. He and Ellen appeared to have a good solid marriage and I rarely saw them argue or have any serious disagreements about anything. They had dated all through high school and college and married as soon as Ellen graduated. Ellen was a school teacher, as well, teaching at a different high school than Bobby. In 1972 she and Cindy were the same age, 26; however, Ellen was both taller and slightly heavier than Cindy. She was about five foot, six inches and 135 pounds, give or take, and very attractive with a radiant smile, brown hair and eyes. Her breasts were properly proportioned for her size, although she had begun to broaden at the hips somewhat … a problem that would plague her later in life. My wife Cindy was about Five foot four and a slender 120 pounds. I’m biased, but I considered that she was very attractive. She had shoulder length brown hair with blond frosting and hazel eyes. I was the oldest of our group at 34 and stood 5’ 11”, weighing 165 pounds. Working in a desk job and not in a troop unit, I needed an exercise regimen to maintain my physical fitness and was in good shape. We and the Thompson’s became inseparable and did many things together: going dancing, taking in the latest movies, and doing cookouts on our patios. All that changed a few years later as the army downsized following the Vietnam War and instituted a “Reduction In Force,” better know as a “RIF.” As a non-jump qualified logistics officer with good but not spectacular officer efficiency reports, I knew my days were numbered. Predictably I was “RIFed” and offered the opportunity to seek employment in the civilian sector in the fall of 1973.
I took the tidy separation pay and immediately started looking at positions in which I could apply my experience in logistics. I was lucky to find a job in a small firm in Chapel Hill, where I’d gone to college. I was the firm’s only logistics guy and was basically responsible for all the company’s supply and transportation issues. With all the hospitals in that part of North Carolina, Cindy easily found a nice, well paying job. We used the bulk of the severance money as a down payment in a small bungalow. Cindy did take a break from work in order to have our first child, our daughter, Megan. We were a little strapped for cash on occasion, with only one income, but we got by. Then, one day in the summer of 1974, Cindy excitedly came into the house and said “You’ll never believe who I ran in to at the store!”
Chuckling at her enthusiasm, I said, “I haven’t a clue … who?”
“Bobby and Ellen,” she exclaimed. She explained that they had just moved to Chapel Hill and had bought a house less than a mile from our house. Reestablishing contacts, we once again began doing things together, eventually that led to games of strip poker and finally the silly board sex game. Well, with Bobby’s proposal, we were now preparing to start an altogether new facet of our relationship.
That following Saturday evening began pretty much as had all the previous ones. Cindy had breast-fed Megan and she immediately began to get sleepy as she always did with a full belly. In her drowsy state we drove to the Thompson’s home and carried her inside. Soon she was drifting off to sleep in the guest bedroom. We returned to the Thompson’s living room for drinks and banter prior to the meal. After we had had dinner and a few more fortifying drinks, the four of us were sitting around the dining room table sipping on red wine. So far everyone had been hesitant to mention the matter of Bobby’s proposal and the tension in the room seemed heavy. I think we each knew that someone had to broach the subject that was clearly on everyone’s mind. “Okay,” Ellen said, introducing the subject. “Cindy and I have talked about this new arrangement and we are willing to give it a try. We were hesitant about the masturbation, but decided that we can see how it works out. We think it can be fun; however we think we need to go slow and do this in stages. If you men try to go faster than we feel is comfortable, we quit … period. Also, we must always be together in the same room and if anyone wants to stop, we all stop. Do you guys agree to that?
“Agreed,” we responded. Rising to her feet, Ellen then took my hand and led me into the den. Once there, she sat next to me on one end of the large L-shaped couch. Bobby escorted Cindy to the other end of the couch and turned off one of the table lamps. This darkened the room somewhat, leaving only the other table lamp to provide dim lighting. There was also a warm glow from the radio as fm music softly played in the background. I felt Ellen’s soft breast press into my arm when her body turned into mine. When we kissed, her eyes closed I felt her tongue lightly licking between my lips. I took this as an invitation and gently slipped mine inside her mouth. We kissed anxiously for several minutes and I certainly felt myself becoming aroused. I heard Cindy say “Slow down, Bobby.” Obviously he was trying to rush things along. I heard him sigh, trying to relax and get control of things.
This action continued for some time with both couples becoming more aroused as they French kissed and fondled. Bobby rolled on his side pressing against the back of the couch. In doing so he made room for Cindy to lie on the front portion of the couch, facing him. Following his lead, I slipped my arm around Ellen’s shoulder and neck and eased her into a lying position, as well. This time when we kissed our bodies touched through their entire length. I knew that Ellen surely felt my hard dick pressing against her as I softly rubbed her back with my free hand. The kissing was obviously heightening her passion and she murmured slightly as my fingers slipped under her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Once this was accomplished, my hand gently began squeezing her tits. I looked past Ellen to see what was happening on the other half of the L-shaped couch. Bobby and Cindy were continuing to kiss; however, I noticed that she had slipped her thigh between his legs and was rubbing it against his rigid dick.
As we continued to French kiss and rub our bodies together, I caressed Ellen’s breast and gave a nipple a gentle tweak. Meanwhile, she had found my stiff dick. Her finger tips slowly traced the outline of my cock and then grasped it through the fabric of my khakis Hmmmmm, things are progressing nicely I thought to myself. “Ahhhh,” I heard Cindy say. She had turned towards Bobby and he had slipped his hand under her knit shirt. I could see him unsnapping her bra and then squeezing first one breast and then the other. She sat up briefly and allowed Bobby to slip her shirt over her head and remove her bra. Looking in their direction I watched as she returned to slowly pressing against Bobby’s crotch with her pelvis. She was also using her free hand to caress and grasp his ass, pressing his dick firmly against her pussy. Not to be outdone by Cindy, Ellen slipped off her blouse and turned her head and upper body to join me in watching the action on the other end of the couch. We could see Cindy’s legs spreading apart as her hand appeared to reach between them to grasp the hard bulge in Bobby’s pants. “Oh Bobby, this just feels wonderful,” I heard her whisper. By now I had let my fingers slip under the waistband of Ellen’s shorts and cupped her panty covered ass. I squeezed her buttocks feeling the outline of her panties as everything seemed to grow in intensity. Suddenly Cindy broke free and said “Time out!” Ellen groaned, “Whoa.”
Cindy said “I think we all need a time out.”
“Okay, let’s all just calm down and get a glass of wine,” suggested Ellen. The girls got up and walked into the kitchen still exposing their delicious breasts. Bobby and I were a little hesitant to move too quickly and reveal our massive erections. By the time we got to the kitchen, the girls had poured glasses of wine for everyone and we were beginning to subside. There wasn’t a lot of discussion and the few words spoken didn’t elicit much response as all of us we all seemed somewhat lost in our own thoughts.
After a few minutes, Ellen again took the lead. She led me back down into the den and said, “I think it’s time for all of us to get naked. Hank, could you help me?” I quickly moved to slip off her shorts and panties and soon she was completely nude, save for the sandals that she wore. She then began her task by stripping my knit shirt and t-shirt over my head and then opened my khakis pulled the zipper down and dropped my pants to the floor. She had a little difficulty as she lifted my boxers over my quickly rising dick. Once they were stripped off, she knelt down to take off my loafers and socks. It was at this point that things began to get particularly interesting. I quickly looked down and saw Ellen lasciviously smiling up at me. We both allowed a soft moan as her fingers closed around my dick, squeezing it lightly and caressing it with her fingertips from the head to the base then back again. Her touch was delicate, but with just the right amount of pressure that was soon driving me wild. I looked down to see that she was intently staring at my dick as her fingers curled around it. She gently pushed me back, sitting me down onto our end of the L-shaped couch. She then sat next to me and her hands returned to grasp my dick. “Mmmmm, I love this,” Ellen sighed as she slowly began to stroke me and whispered, “I want to make you cum. I want to see you squirt cum everywhere. Is that okay?” During our previous contacts Ellen had masturbated me several times, but had never caused me to reach a climax. Now her hand on my dick felt incredible and her stated intentions had my mind racing. Her initial grip was amazingly light and subtle, running up and down my shaft, but then she grasped me firmly and began decisively jerking me off. I raised my hips slightly off the couch, urging her to pump me hard. This went on for several minutes as I continued my travel toward a massive orgasm. Eventually I muttered, “Ellen, I’m gonna cum.” Ellen giggled and raised her head up to lick wetly along my lips as her hand firmly gripped my dick and she increased the tempo.
“That’s what I want! I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to shoot great gobs of cum. Cum for me, Hank,” she murmured. “I want to see you cum. I want to see your hard dick shoot off for me.” Her hand began to furiously slide up and down my dick. I could feel the pressure of my cum building in my nuts until I reached orgasm. My cum began squirting out of my throbbing dick, spurting over Ellen’s hand and onto my belly.
“Arrrggghhh,” I groaned. Again and again I spurted and each time Ellen would moan as her hand ran wetly up and down my dick.
“Hank, that was great,” she breathed as she continued to stroke me. Her cum-covered hand was making wet sloppy noises as it slid up and down my shaft. “I knew you would cum a lot!” My heart throbbed in my chest as I watched her left hand move over my belly tracing her fingers through the pools of cum and then sliding back down to my dick. She sighed as she slowly smeared the cum over it. “…and you’re still so hard,” she whispered looking into my eyes. “I guess you enjoyed that … didn’t you?” I feebly smiled as I nodded my head. She grinned and squeezed my dick lightly.
“That was incredible, Ellen,” I said, my voice shaking. “Absolutely incredible. That was the best hand job that I’ve ever experienced.”
She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I just wish that I could put it in my mouth and suck you dry!”
“Whoa,” I thought. “What if Bobby had heard that his wife would have preferred to suck my dick dry? Whew!” I just wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close as we relaxed. Now it was time to look to the other end of the couch and see how Bobby and Cindy were getting along. They had stripped naked as well and Cindy was crouched between Bobby’s legs as he stretched out on the other wing of the couch. She was using both hands on his stiff dick. Her left hand fondled his cockhead between her thumb and forefinger while her right stroked him with firm, strong strokes. Bobby groaned and closed his eyes, obviously feeling the cum building in his balls as she worked to bring him off. Cindy was moaning lightly, deep in her throat, as she concentrated on pumping his dick. I couldn’t believe how much she appeared to truly enjoy playing with Bobby’s cock. Her expert masturbation was obviously preparing him for an enormous orgasm. It was soon to come. “Ahhhhhh,” Bobby moaned as his balls suddenly tightened and sent his cum shooting up through his rigid shaft. Cindy squealed with delight as his cum sailed from his dick spraying upward onto his chest and belly. She used both hands as his hips bucked, coating her fingers with his semen. Cindy kept repeating, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” each time he shot.
“You know, Hank,” Ellen whispered, “I think that she enjoyed doing him as much as I did in doing you. I bet she’d like to suck him dry, too. Wouldn’t you like to see your pretty wife sucking Bobby’s cock and watch him fill her mouth with his cum?” She was leaning back on the couch stroking my dick and creating a strong new erection. The image of Cindy sucking Bobby’s dick and seeing him fill her mouth with his semen throbbed in my excited mind. I was brought back to the moment when Ellen whispered, “Now, how about a little action for my hungry pussy?”
I eased Ellen fully onto her back. We kissed deeply as I slowly rubbed her soft pubic hairs and my fingers probed along her slit. She began to grow impatient and eagerly pushed her pussy against my hand. Finally, I gently slid my middle finger inside her sopping wet slit. She again excitedly pushed against my hand and finger, anxious for more aggressive action on my part. I started to probe her pussy more vigorously and slid a second finger into her. She groaned softly and embraced me more tightly than before. The juices that flowed from her pussy allowed the pace of my finger-fucking to quickly increase. She gasped, “Oh that’s so good! Oh, don’t stop!” I added a third finger and pressed my thumb on her clitoris, caressing it. Her hips were thrusting against my fingers in short choppy jerks. I could tell that that the fires were raging inside of her and soon she began moaning in ecstasy, reaching her own orgasm. As she came down from her own climax, Ellen eagerly watched the unashamed sexual experiences unfolding between her husband and my wife. Bobby gently, but firmly, pushed Cindy’s thighs apart. He softly ran his fingertips through her pussy hair and around her slit before slipping them between her dripping wet pussy lips. Cindy moaned low in her throat as we watched Bobby’s finger slide deeply into her.
“Oh,” moaned Ellen, “This is going to be good!” Bobby’s fingers gently caressed Cindy, slowly moving in and out of her pussy. She began rocking against the thrust of his fingers, trying to drive them deeper into her pussy. By now Ellen had reached over and was moving her fingers up and down my shaft as we watched Cindy enjoying Bobby’s caresses. “I bet that she wished that it was Bobby’s dick sliding in and out of her,” whispered Ellen. “Wouldn’t you love to see Bobby’s dick fucking your wife’s pussy, filling it with his cum?”
Bobby had a broad smile on his face knowing that Cindy had entirely surrendered to the pleasure of the moment and his probing fingers. Her eyes were tightly closed and she began to moan louder as he continued to thrust his fingers into her with firmness and ever increasing tempo. His actions seemed to be succeeding in driving Cindy mad with lust. “Oh that feels so good! Oh don’t stop! Faster! Oh don’t stop!” she moaned. Bobby continued to force Cindy closer to orgasm with each variation in his caresses. Cindy came up off the couch in intense pleasure, clutching Bobby and urging him on. She began to shudder underneath him as he unrelentingly and furiously finger-fucked her. Almost immediately Cindy reached a crashing orgasm, screaming, “Oh Bobby! Oh Bobby!” squealing in delight. As her orgasm subsided, she turned her head away but could not control the small shudders that continued to course through her slender body as Bobby continued stroking her pussy.
This had been a milestone evening. We all began to quietly dress as the evening concluded. Cindy picked up the baby from the spare bedroom and we prepared for the trip home. Things got somewhat uneasy at the front door as Cindy and I were leaving. The normal hug and kiss on the cheek didn’t seem quite adequate any more. It had been quite an evening yet there was much more to come in the succeeding weeks. |
Title: 1975 – A Year to Remember. Chapter 2
Tags: True Story, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Males / Females, Oral Sex
Introduction:
This is the second chapter detailing what occurred during that year, more than thirty years ago. Although it is probably a “stand alone” story, reading the first chapter would provide the reader with insight into the characters and the circumstances that led to this point in the story. As mentioned in the introduction to chapter 1, this story will gradually transition from a true narrative to pure fiction.
Content:
After several sessions of the new sex games we were playing, the matter of oral sex had yet to be addressed. During a particularly hot session Ellen had been so turned on that she actually pushed Cindy away from Bobby and shrieked, “I need to suck a cock!” She dropped to her knees and quickly sucked her husband to an orgasm. Following that session I think we all realized that we needed to resolve the issue. That resolution occurred the next weekend when we returned to the Thompson’s for what had become our regular bimonthly Saturday night of dinner and sex games.
The dinner was an exceptionally nice affair. Ellen had prepared a delicious spaghetti and meat sauce dinner and Bobby had several bottles of a very good Chianti. By the end of dinner we had all had a couple of glasses of wine to complement the whiskey consumed when we first arrived. The girls cleared the table with our help and we all retired to the den. At first the girls sat on the couch and talked while Bobby returned to the table to retrieve a bottle of wine and refilled our glasses. The wine had lured me into a pleasant, satisfying haze. I sat there watching Ellen and my wife as they talked, but not really listening to the nature of their conversation. I found both women different, but very attractive. “Hmmm,” I thought, “I thoroughly enjoy getting a blowjob from my wife. I wonder what kind of experience I would have with Ellen.”
“You know,” said Bobby suddenly, “We are going to have to make a decision about oral sex.”
“Huh? What?” I said, awakened from my wine influenced daydreaming.
“We said that we’d discuss it after several sessions, didn’t we?”
Ellen nodded in agreement. I concluded that she was slightly tipsy with a somewhat glazed look in her eyes. “Absolutely! Let’s decide right now,” she added, “I vote ‘yes’!”
"Are we all sure we want to go there?” I asked, checking Cindy’s eyes to see in what direction she was leaning.
“I ... I don’t know,” she stuttered. “That’s a big jump from what we’ve been doing … Though I know that Hank would certainly like it.”
A strange silence permeated the room following her statement. Finally Bobby quietly said, “I vote yes. Hank? You can make the majority.”
I had been carefully avoiding expressing a decision, but that now appeared to have eluded me. “Ah….” I said hesitantly. “Well, I guess so. Turning to Cindy I added, “But we all have to agree.”
After what seemed like an interminable period of time, Cindy suggested, “Well, we had better discuss some limits.” Ellen proposed that the rules should be just like our initial agreement, that no one should do anything they did not want to do. That position seemed to be agreeable to everyone.
“Well then, that’s the decision,” said Ellen. “I suggest that we go into the bedroom and get comfortable.” She reached for both my and Cindy’s hands and escorted us down the hall to the master bedroom. As we entered I noticed that the room was dimly lit by the soft light of a bedside lamp. Once inside Ellen immediately set to remove her clothing, as did Bobby and I. Cindy hesitated, slowly taking off her blouse until she was joined by the three of us. Bobby unsnapped her bra and dropped it to the floor. I unsnapped her skirt and dropped it and her half slip to the floor, as well. Ellen slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties and slid them down over her hips and off.
Once all were naked the four of us scrambled onto the king sized bed. Cindy was to my left with Bobby on her left and Ellen was to my right. Bobby initiated the action as he quickly fondled Cindy’s breast and gently squeezed her nipple. Just then I realized that a soft, gentle hand had found my rapidly stiffening dick. I don’t think Cindy even noticed, since Bobby had begun to tenderly kiss her. Ellen’s exploring hands were lovingly manipulating the head and the shaft of my dick. However, I decided that I would take the lead with Ellen. Moving slightly away from her, I licked down from Ellen’s soft breasts, past her navel, and finally into the lovely patch of her soft, light brown pubic hairs. “Mmmmmm,” I murmured, as my lips made contact with the moist, warm flesh and soon my tongue caressed Ellen’s pussy.
I rose to my knees, crouched between her spread thighs, and began to probe her pussy lips and lick her clitoris. I was increasingly excited, as well, by her soft moans of pleasure and the aroma of her pussy juices. I furiously thrust my tongue into her soft, compliant flesh and energetically licked for several minutes. She responded by clenching her thighs together, holding my head against her pussy. Her moans soon became cries. “Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m there! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she squealed, writhing into an overpowering orgasm.
Her delighted squeals were not the only sounds I could hear. “I could clearly hear my wife nearing her own orgasm. Looking to my right for the first time in quite a while, I found Cindy on top of Bobby with her mouth around his dick and her pussy thrusting against his face. It was obvious they were both thoroughly enjoying the experience.
Now, Cindy was exceptionally good at giving blow jobs in those days … still is as a matter of fact. I have frequently preferred her exceptional cocksucking to a straight fuck and have always enjoyed a mutual sixty-nine. Anyway, she was doing her best to show Bobby just how really extraordinary she was at sucking a dick. By the intensity of her moans, Bobby must have been doing a pretty respectable job of sucking her pussy, as well.
As I watched her head bobbing up and down on Bobby’s dick, I sat up in order to get a better view of their lustful activities. In my mind I could almost feel the familiar sensation myself. It was a wonderful sensation that I’d experienced so many times. Only then did I realize that a warm, wet, enthusiastic mouth had swallowed up my hard dick as I watched Cindy sucking Bobby’s cock. Ellen had beautiful lips and she was using them extremely well, even with the distraction that I was enjoying with the show of my wife sucking my best friend’s dick.
I could see that Cindy was getting very close to her climax. Suddenly she stiffened and her entire body shook and quivered as she tightly locked her thighs around Bobby’s head. Throughout all of that action she had kept her mouth frantically moving up and down on Bobby’s cock until he could obviously take no more. He slammed his cock deeply into her mouth one last time, the ferocity causing her to momentarily gag. Holding her head firmly in his grasp, he groaned, “Aaarrgghh!,” and began shooting a massive load of hot cum into her sucking mouth. I could see that her throat was working hard to swallow it all. In spite of her best efforts, a small white trickle of semen escaped. Then, as she gently lifted her mouth off of Bobby’s dick, her tongue quickly licked up the wayward drop of cum. Wow! What an amazingly lascivious sight: watching my wife shamelessly sucking the cock of another man, my best friend.
Watching the action between Bobby and Cindy had an immediate effect on me. I could feel the building of my own orgasm as I enjoyed the warm sensations of Ellen’s mouth sucking my dick. I groaned and eased back onto my elbows, anxious to watch the conclusion of my own climax. Ellen had carefully repositioned herself between my legs without releasing her lock on my cock. I grabbed her by the back of the head and rammed my dick forcefully down her throat several times. Oh man! It felt so good as I vigorously fucked her mouth, almost at the point of losing control. Fighting to regain control again, I relaxed and allowed her to continue her ministrations. She quickly established a steady rhythm and an ever increasing tempo. After watching Cindy swallow a load of Bobby’s cum and Ellen’s skillful cocksucking, I realized that I was certainly very close to achieving my first orgasm of the evening.
“Ellen, I’m about to cum!” I warned her. I felt her slide her mouth toward the head of my dick so that she could more easily swallow my ejaculation. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I moaned as I felt my hot load of sperm quickly travel up the length of my dick and spurt into her anxious and waiting mouth. She hurriedly swallowed the first squirt and she kept swallowing as I quickly filled her mouth. She continued to suck until she was sure that she had swallowed the last of my sperm. Only then did she lift her head, a huge smile lighting up her face.
“Mmmmmmm,” she murmured, “That was yummy!” Ellen looked directly at Cindy and said “Oh, that was wonderful! Thank you for lending me your husband’s dick and all his delicious cum!” I looked at Cindy as she lay on her side facing us and completely engrossed in watching me shooting a load of cum into her friend’s sucking mouth. Bobby was behind her, watching the action while he gently caressed her tit with his free hand. His eyes were locked on Ellen’s. Realizing what he was wordlessly asking, Ellen said, “Bobby. Is this what you wanted to see? To watch me suck off another man?” He enthusiastically nodded his head affirmatively.
“Ok,” Ellen said. “I want to have another orgasm! Hank, I want to sit on your face and have you suck my pussy.” With that pronouncement she swung her legs over my body so that she was sitting on my chest as I lay on my back. She gradually eased forward to lean her arms against the king-sized bed’s headboard, bringing her pussy perfectly to my mouth. I took one protracted lick on her sopping wet pussy before I began to thrust into her gash with my stiffened tongue. I then alternated licking along her pussy lips with intently sucking on her clitoris. Supporting herself with one hand on the headboard, Ellen grabbed the back of my head with her other hand and furiously fucked her pussy against my face.
I’ve always loved eating pussy and would readily admit that sucking Ellen’s was one of the most delightful that I had ever experienced. I stuck my tongue inside of her as deep as it would go as she continued ramming her pussy into my face. “Eat my pussy,” she squealed, “Oh! Oh! Oh! Eat my pussy!”
Meanwhile, my dick was starting to get hard again. This condition attracted Cindy’s attention and I felt her shifting on the bed. I quickly realized that she was on her hands and knees and that she was beginning to tongue my dick. She began by licking the sides and head of my cock and then sucked my cockhead into her mouth. Briefly stopping, she asked, “Do you like it, Hank? Do you like me sucking your hard dick? I want you to cum in my mouth!"
“Mmmmfffff,” I mumbled, my mouth full of Ellen’s pussy. By now Bobby had crawled over to Cindy and wriggled under her spread legs. She immediately responded by further opening her thighs and exposing her pussy. He avidly licked all around her pussy lips and seemingly enjoyed driving her licentious excitement all the higher. Cindy’s mouth had completely swallowed me again. As her head started to bob up and down I arched my pelvis up off the bed and drove my dick as deep into her mouth as I could go. At the same time I gripped Ellen’s hips and desperately probed her pussy with my rigid tongue. Just then I erupted in a crashing climax and my dick began to spurt out globs of sticky cum. The expert cocksucker that she was, Cindy gulped and swallowed all that I could provide.
At the same time, Ellen had reached the moment of her own orgasm. Her body started to quiver and shake. Her breathing became ragged as I gave her pussy and clitoris one more thrust and suck. Ellen’s emotions finally cut loose as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her body. As her orgasm began to subside, I continued to eagerly suck her gushing pussy juices, enjoying the pleasure that I had obviously given her.
With her belly now full of my cum, sex-crazed Cindy quickly twisted around seeking Bobby’s dick. By now she was driven to an insatiable lust to suck more cock. She leaned forward on the bed and immediately took Bobby’s dick into her mouth. One hand supported her body and the other gripped the base of his cock as she took him as far into her mouth as she could. She began to frantically move her head up and down, furiously sucking Bobby’s dick. Soon she had his hips bucking and thrusting his cock into her mouth. She desperately wanted to suck the cum that she knew was ready to spew forth into her mouth. Ellen and I watched in genuine appreciation of her exceptional cocksucking skill as Cindy enthusiastically sucked down her third load of cum of the evening. Exhausted, we all collapsed on the bed. Not surprisingly, we all fell asleep fairly quickly. Ellen was curled up on one side of me while Cindy was between Bobby and me. I smiled when I realized that there was some soft, leisurely petting going on between the two of them as we drifted off to sleep.
Several hours later I awoke and watched Cindy and Bobby engaged in a rather intense sixty-nine. Cindy had crawled on top of Bobby again and was giving him a vigorous cocksucking while he reciprocated . The two of them reached a crashing climax only minutes after their actions had pulled me out of my sleep. I watched as Bobby delightedly shot another load into Cindy's gulping mouth. The two of them then relaxed, returning to their earlier positions and gradually drifted off to sleep again. I chucked to myself, thinking that my prim and proper wife had sucked off four dicks in the last few hours. Yup, she was an exceptional cocksucker. I turned over and gradually drifted off to sleep again.
I woke a second time to find Ellen’s head on my thigh and my semi-hard dick right next to her lips. She lifted her head slightly and gently took my cock into her mouth. She obviously had enjoyed sucking it before and had evidently recovered enough to want to suck it one more time. My nuts ached and I really didn’t need to come again. However, after a few minutes of her softly sucking and stroking my dick, I decided that it might be a pretty good idea after all. Soon I was gently fucking her mouth and in due course let loose with one final load of hot cum into her. As she wiped the cum from her lips, I gently whispered “I think its time for all of us to get some sleep.” Bobby and Cindy were already breathing loudly in their slumber and the two of us fell asleep soon afterwards.
An hour or so later I awoke and looked at my bed companions, all sleeping soundly. The question ran through my mind, “Well, the oral sex barrier was certainly smashed last night. I wonder what’s next.” In my mind I think I already knew the answer to that question. |
Title: 1975 – A Year to Remember. Chapter 3
Tags: Fiction, First Time, Group Sex, Males / Females, Voyeurism
Introduction:
The winter of 1975 is gradually drawing to a close as the setting for this chapter. This third chapter continues to describe what occurred during that critical year. I’ve classified this chapter as “fiction.” Although the story is based upon actual people, situations, and occurrences, this chapter contains the gradual transition from a true narrative to pure fiction. Succeeding chapters will be this same sort of blending of fact and fiction. As mentioned in a previous introduction, this chapter could probably be a “stand alone” story; however, the reader is advised to read the earlier chapters in order to understand he characters and the circumstances that brought them to this point in the story.
Content:
The final step in this on-going change in our relationship with the Thompsons took less time than I had imagined. I guess that once the decision to add the oral aspect to our Saturday night games, the final step to actual intercourse was bound to quickly follow. After several sessions with the new format, I got a call at work from Bobby asking for me to meet him for a drink after work that afternoon.
“I think we need to talk about the direction our Saturday night games are going,” he commented
“Yeah,” I responded, “this whole situation has progressed so far in such a short time. I guess that it is important for us to talk about where really go from this point on.”
Later that afternoon we met and after the usual pleasantries and a bourbon and water we discussed what seemed to be the next logical step. Bobby said “I’ve talked everything over with Ellen and she’s pretty much concluded that the time was right for us to progress to intercourse.”
“She’s concluded?,” I responded with a certain amount of surprise. “What, about you, Bobby?”
Bobby didn’t respond immediately. Instead he took another sip of his bourbon and slowly revolved the class in his hands. “Well, it has progressed farther and faster than I ever dreamed.” He paused for a few moments and then continued. “I’m not sure exactly how I feel, but Ellen is anxious for us to get to actual intercourse.” He paused again and then continued, " I just want to see her happy.”
I didn’t know how to respond to Bobby’s reply. I remained quiet as Bobby continued with a detailed explanation of their discussions on the matter. After he finished there was another moment of silence and I then offered my comment. “I guess I would be willing to move on, but I’ll still have a major problem in my house. I don’t think Cindy is going to go along with this. She’s not going to go along with this at all.”
“Well,” Bobby responded, “she didn’t want to start the games at all and now she is willingly sucking my cock and swallowing all the sperm that I can shoot into her mouth.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, “I’m surprised by that as well. But, she loves to suck dick and really is an exceptionally good cocksucker. I think she just enjoys showing off for you.”
Bobby chuckled in agreement. There was another long pause and then he concluded, “Well, Ellen is anxious to continue. Why not just present the subject to Cindy and see how she responds." I agreed and left with my mind exploring all possible approaches that I might use. I concluded that the ideal time to mention the proposal to Cindy would be when she was particularly hot after a serious fucking.
Several nights later we had a rowdy session after we put Megan to bed and were resting when I decided to give it a try. She was not impressed with my description of what Bobby and I had discussed or that he and Ellen were anxious to move to the next level.
“It’s just plain wrong,” she said. “Its adultery, any way you describe it.”
“Well,” I responded, “it technically is, but with all of us together in the same room and aware of what each of us is doing mitigates the act somewhat. Besides, we’ve been exchanging cum quite a bit the last few weeks I didn’t see that you were hesitant to suck Bobby’s dick or to prevent him from cumming in your mouth.”
She pondered that for a while and then said, “Well, yes, that’s true,” and then she dropped back into deep thought again. After a long period of silence she softly said, “I knew that this is what was going to happen when you brought up the whole idea in January.” I didn’t answer but knew that she was indeed right “Anyway,” she concluded, “I want to talk to Ellen about this, although I know how she feels and I’m pretty sure what she will say to me.” With that she rolled to one side with her back to me.
Cindy and Ellen had their discussion later that week and as usual Ellen was persuasive. Cindy reluctantly agreed and consequently the new rules of the game were to take place the following Saturday night.
That night we gathered in the den after supper and sipped on glasses of wine. Cindy and Ellen were seated across from each other on the separate wings of the L-shaped couch. I noticed that Bobby had endeavored to set a particular mood with the several carefully placed candles shedding a soft light and the fm playing mood-enhancing instrumentals. I sat alongside Ellen on one wing of the couch while Bobby found his place next to Cindy. As I expected, Ellen took the lead. “All right, let’s examine our arrangement and make sure that we all still agree. I think it’s important for us to always be honest with each other in everything that happens. We will do nothing without consent of our spouse or partner. As we have done before, if anyone wants to stop at any time, then we all stop. If anyone says ‘no,’ it means no and whatever was being done at that time stops. Do we all agree on this? Is everyone committed to follow through on this?” We each nodded in agreement. “Well, I guess this means we start the night’s activities.”
Grasping my hand, Ellen walked up the steps, through the living room, and down the hallway to the master bedroom. Bobby and Cindy wordlessly followed us into the room. Again, Bobby had been prepared as scented candles glowed throughout the room. As she entered, Ellen turned and slipped into my arms as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I could feel her warmth on my body as I pulled her closer. My dick was already rigid and jerked in anticipation as we moved together. I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest as we kissed and her tongue softly touched my lips. I opened my mouth and my tongue quickly caressed hers. I gently eased my hands around her back as I embraced her and her kiss became even more sensuous and demanding. I sucked her tongue and she responded as she rubbed her tits on my chest. By now my cock was throbbing and she was moaning in expectation. “Hank,” she whispered, “Oh, Hank. I have wanted you for so long. I want you to feel you inside me.”
I quickly began to unbutton her blouse while she stripped my knit shirt up and off my chest. I quickly pulled her blouse completely off, exposing her lacy white bra. I hurriedly reached around her to unsnap her bra and felt her hands anxiously working at my khakis, releasing my belt, and sliding my zipper down. Her bra was quickly discarded on the floor and her beautiful breasts were released. I reached out to caress her, feeling her hardening nipples in sexual arousal. I unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt, slipping it off and down to the floor. I kissed her intensely as I pulled her panties off and my cock continued to throb. She was preparing me, as well. My khakis and shorts were stripped and quickly discarded as we continued to passionately kiss. She began to massage my cock, wrapping her fingers around me as she started to stroke my shaft. I knew that I was becoming too aroused entirely too quickly. “Ellen,” I begged, “You’ll have to slow down or I’ll be shooting too soon.”
She smiled and removed her hand. “Oh, no. I don’t want you squirting now,” she whispered, “This is what I've waited for all these months. I want you deep inside me when you cum, filling me with your sperm.” She eased herself back onto the king-sized bed and opened her thighs in anticipation. “Come on, Hank. I need you inside me. I need you inside me now.” I scrambled on the bed, knelt between her legs, and buried my face in her wet, drenched pussy. My tongue eagerly traced her slash and excitedly licked at her clitoris. I took it in my mouth and sucked hard as she held my head tight to her pussy, bucking and groaning in delight.
“Hurry, Hank! Get inside me. I want us to cum together. I want to cum with you inside me.” Her breathing was becoming increasingly irregular as she grasped my head and pushed it away. I rose on my knees as she grabbed my dick and guided it toward her waiting pussy. As my cockhead entered, I eagerly rammed forward, pushing well into her with a single massive thrust. She grabbed my hips with both hands and thrust her pelvis forward as she pulled me deep inside. I held firmly for a brief moment before beginning my frantic fucking.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she yelled, “Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” She forced her hips upward as she bucked and thrust up against me. She was writhing in her own sexual frenzy. “Fuck me hard, Hank! Fuck me! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! … Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
“Ellen, I’m cumming,” I moaned. I seized her hips lifted them upward and slammed into her with all my strength as I held firm. “Aaarrrggghhh!” I shrieked. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! My dick exploded deep inside her, flooding her pussy with my hot cum. Her head thrashed wildly from one side to the other as her face contorted and she reached her own crashing climax. Her body shook and shuddered in ecstasy as she repeatedly thrust upward driving my rigid dick ever deeper into her. Her vaginal muscles clenched me as I squirted my final load of hot, rich, cum into her pussy. Oh man! She had drained me! She had milked me dry! After several moments, I felt my cum dripping past my rapidly softening cock. I slowly slipped my dick from her and even more of our combined juices flowed out of her saturated pussy. Ellen finally began to return to normal as she lay quietly on the bed. She smiled broadly. “Oh that was breathtaking! That was incredible! It was everything I expected, Hank!” She pulled my face down for a passionate kiss.
I looked over at Bobby and Cindy. Bobby was lying on his back along side us on the huge bed with Cindy mounted on top of him, impaled on his hard, erect dick. Her breasts were jiggling with her up and down motion and his upward thrusts Bobby’s hands firmly gripped her waist as she moved up and down on his shaft. Even in the dimmed lighting of the candles I could see his slick dick entering her with each upward thrust. When she leaned forward to passionately kiss him, his cock almost slipped completely out her pussy. She quickly recovered and rammed downward, driving his cock back into her to its full length. Bobby was now fucking her with every bit of his energy and she was moaning and squealing in delight. I watched with pleasure and excitement as my best friend gave my wife one fantastic fucking. She was thrusting hard against Bobby’s glistening cock as he continued to pound upwards into her. He held her hips tightly, pulling her back down on him as he repeatedly thrust his dick into her pussy. Suddenly Bobby screamed as he reached his own orgasm, filling my squealing wife with his hot, spurting sperm. They both trembled and shuddered for several moments as their climaxes gradually subsided and finally Cindy collapsed on his chest. She rolled off to one side and they lay there for a few minutes as they recovered. Cindy’s eyes were closed and her face was flushed in exertion. As she recovered, her eyes opened and Bobby moved closer to her, kissing her softly and tenderly. She kissed him in response and I saw her smile as they continued the kiss.
I lay beside Ellen watching Bobby and Cindy as they recovered I slipped my arm under her body and she tenderly reached down to take my soft cock in her hand. “Well, did you enjoy watching them fuck?” she whispered.
”Oh yeah! It was a fantastic, exciting, erotic scene. Ellen appreciatively squeezed my dick. She smiled and added, “I know ours must have been pretty erotic, too, even though they were entirely too distracted to notice.
We all rested for some time. Little was said as I think each of us was savoring what had just transpired. I pulled Ellen closer to me as I watched as Bobby’s hands moved between Cindy’s legs and began to arouse her again. I smiled as I noticed that her hands were doing the same to him, rubbing and grasping his dick. “Oh yeah,” I thought, “I don’t think that Bobby and Cindy are quite through for the night.” Then I lustfully looked down at Ellen and knew that we were not through for the night either.
“Well” I whispered to Ellen, “it seems as if our spouses are anxious to do it all over again. What about you? Do you want to watch them fool around or are you ready for another session of our own?”
She giggled and offered an interesting option. “Why can’t we do both! I love watching them fuck. It really does turn me on. Let’s just fool around a little while we watch them and by the time they finish, they will probably like watching us. Doesn’t that sound like fun to you?” She ran her hand up and down my rapidly rising dick as I nodded in agreement.
I saw Bobby’s hand move between Cindy’s legs, his fingers thrusting into her pussy. She moaned in ready anticipation of another fucking. I watched as Bobby moved on his knees between her spread thighs. He leaned forward resting on one hand as his other hand grasped his dick and his cockhead gradually probed her entrance. I could also see Bobby’s cum and Cindy’s juices slowly oozing from her pussy as he began to push into her a second time. I could feel my own cock throbbing as it grew rigid, excited by the lascivious actions of my wife and best friend. I caressed and slipped a finger into Ellen’s juicy pussy, oozing with my cum and her juices. I heard Cindy moan as Bobby’s cock easily entered her again.
Ellen pushed my legs somewhat apart and grasped my hard dick in her soft hands. She began to slowly masturbate me while we were perfectly willing to watch the carnal action on the other side of the bed.
Within moments, Cindy had her legs closed over Bobby’s back and with her heels crossed as her erotic moans were getting louder. She responded to each of his thrusts, thrusting and bucking back at him in perfect rhythm. Bobby was soon fucking in ever increasing intensity while Cindy was moaning in sheer delight.
I was fully erect again as Ellen climbed up onto me, swinging her knees on both sides of my hips. She put her hands on my shoulders as she slowly allowed her hot pussy to slide down on my straining cock. I easily slipped in until she comfortably rested on my pelvis for a few brief moments, moaning with obvious pleasure as I was finally fully seated deep inside her. “Oh, Hank,” she whispered, “This is wonderful!” She pulled herself up on her knees, hesitated momentarily, and then drove powerfully back down onto my cock. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” me she whispered. “I want you to come in me again!” She then began a steady rhythm as she thrust her pussy up and down on my dick.
Cindy’s shrieking from the other side of the bed momentarily distracted me. Looking around Ellen I saw that Cindy was quivering and trembling as Bobby firmly held his dick in her pussy, shooting the last remnants of his sperm into her. After several moments he slowly pulled his dick from her. I could see that her pussy was draining an abundant amount of his cum and her juices as she lay back and began to recover from her climax.
Meanwhile Ellen was moaning and squealing as she pumped her pussy up and down on my dick, lost in her own sexual arousal and enjoying the erotic sensations that coursed through her body. By this point, I knew neither of us could last very long. Suddenly Ellen stiffened and straightened her back, shrieking in ecstasy as she reached her orgasm. That drove me over the top and I exploded in my second climax. Her vaginal muscles again throbbed and gripped my dick, squeezing out ever more of the cum that was flooding her pussy. Moments later our orgasms had subsided and I slipped along side of her, holding her body close.
We all relaxed and recovered but, again, there was an absence of talk. I know that I was still trying to process what had just happened and I guess I assumed that the others were doing the same. A short time later Bobby left for the kitchen to fetch the wine and glasses, perhaps hoping to enliven the conversation. If that was his intent, he wasn’t very successful. We all just tended to quietly sip our wine, lost in our own thoughts.
Finally Cindy said, “Come on, Hank. I think its time for us to get dressed and take Megan home.” I agreed, gathered up my scattered clothing and began to get dressed. Rather than dressing again, Ellen and Bobby slipped into robes from their closet and walked us to the front door.
Cindy and I said our goodbyes and Cindy told Ellen that she would call her in the morning. Neither Cindy nor I said much on the drive home. “Well,” I said to myself as I pulled into our driveway, “the final barrier has been broken.” I knew that our lives were irrevocably changed and our relationship with the Thompsons could no longer be what it had been in the past. |
Title: 1975 – A Year to Remember. Chapter 4
Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Group Sex, Males / Female, Threesome
Introduction:
The narrative continues with a new experience added to the mix. This chapter details a new direction in the relationship. As in earlier introductions, the reader is urged to read Chapters 1 – 3 for insight into the characters and the circumstances that have led to this stage of the changing relationships between two couples. The chapter is labeled as fiction, although there are elements that are based upon fact.
Content:
Several weeks later, circumstances prompted another change that led us down a different path. At that particular time, Cindy had decided to take the baby to Oklahoma to spend several weeks with her folks. I normally would have traveled with her, but the boss said that I needed to be available at the firm for some serious negotiations with a major vendor. Anyway, I assumed that our swinging would take a break. As it turned out that was not the case.
Bobby and Ellen had planned on going to Atlanta at the same time so they suggested that they drive Cindy and Megan to the Atlanta airport. She would then have a direct flight from there to Tulsa, thus saving her the difficulties in changing planes with a baby and all the necessary baby-gear. The plan was that they would drive to Atlanta, get a motel near Hartsfield, and then help Cindy get her flight out the following morning.
That first night of the trip Cindy called me to say that they had gotten to the motel and they were preparing to go out for dinner. The next time I heard from her was a rather cryptic call from her folks’ place in Tulsa. “Well, we had a very ‘unusual’ trip to Atlanta,” she said.
“Oh really? What happened?” I queried.
“I can’t tell you now, but we had some unplanned games. At least unplanned by me. I’ll tell you the whole story when I get home.”
When the Thompsons returned from their trip, I initially got a got a call at work from Ellen suggesting that I come over that following Friday night to end the week and have dinner with her and Bobby. “Who knows … we might even have a little extra fun … but, then, you boys wouldn’t try to take advantage of me when I’m the only girl, would you?” she giggled.
That following Friday I first stopped by my house for a quick shower and change of clothes. When I got to the Thompson’s home the sun was setting and the dinner was almost done. Ellen, not surprisingly, was an excellent cook and had prepared a wonderful pasta meal. Of course, we had drinks and an exceptional wine to accompany the meal. As we sat around the table savoring another glass of wine, Ellen said, “Well, we had an interesting trip to Atlanta.”
“So I heard,” I responded. “I understand that you had the opportunity to play some games, right?” She just giggled and Bobby had a huge grin across his face.
“I think I’ll slip into something more comfortable,” Ellen said as she left the table. As soon as she left the room Bobby turned to me and said “Yeah, we had a little extracurricular fun with Cindy. I’ll let her tell you about that, but we didn’t want to leave you out. Are you ready for some fun?”
“Oh yeah,” I responded. “You and Ellen have obviously planned this all this out.”
“Sure,” chuckled Bobby. “It was all Ellen’s idea. She wanted to be the center of attention for two men. Does that sort of thing sound appealing to you?” I just smiled and took another sip from my glass; I had never participated in a threesome before. This was certainly going to be an interesting night.
A short time later we heard Ellen calling us to come into their bedroom. When we entered the room I saw that she had indeed slipped into “something more comfortable:” their king-sized bed. “Why don’t you boys get rid of all those unnecessary clothes and join me. This is comfortable,” Ellen purred, “but I’m awfully lonely.” It didn’t take us very long to shed our clothes and join her. I crawled into the bed on her right while Bobby took the opposite side. We quickly curled up next to her as she wrapped her arms around each of us.
Bobby and I started the action as we reached out to touch Ellen’s breasts, first gently massaging them and then softly pinching and squeezing her nipples. I brought my lips and tongue to one nipple, licking and sucking it while Bobby did the same with the other. “Oooohhhh,” she murmured, enjoying the attention.
We both continued to lick and suck her delicious tits, running our tongues all over the soft skin. Aroused, she crushed our mouths to her nipples and we responded by vigorously sucking them. After a few moments Ellen brought her husband’s face up to kiss him passionately as I continued to avidly lick and suckle her breast.
Bobby took the opportunity and slipped his hand down to caress her pussy, playing with her clitoris while he continued to kiss her. I heard her moan and felt her move as she opened her legs to give him better access. “Oh, Bobby! That feels so good!” Her hands slipped from being around us and came to rest, gripping both of our dicks. She slowly started stroking them as she took pleasure in my mouth caressing her breast and Bobby’s fingers probing her pussy.
Ellen’s efforts increased in intensity and she began purposefully jerking us off as she felt Bobby’s finger sliding in and out of her wet slit. In a matter of moments she started bucking and humping her pelvis against his hand, obviously very aroused by our caresses. Pulling harshly on my dick Ellen turned her head and whispered, “Hank, let me suck you. I need to suck your cock!” I crawled up into a crouch and knelt beside her face as she eagerly sucked my dick into her mouth.
Bobby moved down the bed, lowered his head and began enthusiastically licking her pussy, his eyes focused on his cocksucking wife. His ministrations had further increased her excitement and her body was constantly writhing as she moaned around the stiff dick that filled her mouth. “Mmmmmmfffffff!”
Her moans excited me, as well, as I looked down and watched her lips work on my cock. By now I had reached such a state of excitement that I didn’t want her to just suck my dick; I wanted to fuck her mouth. I grabbed the sides of her head and held her firmly while I fucked, knowing that I was approaching my own climax.
“Aaaahhhh! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I groaned and started cumming in her mouth. I squirted shot after shot of my sticky cum as she eagerly swallowed my entire load. By now Ellen was in a frenzied state. Once she had drained me, she shrieked, “Hank, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” She wriggled around and got on all fours and asked me to get behind her while Bobby scrambled to position himself in front of her. Even though I’d just climaxed, my dick was still hard enough and easily slipped in her sodden pussy. I could see Bobby’s cock throbbing as he grabbed his wife’s face and guided her mouth over his swollen shaft.
“Suck it, Ellen. Suck it!” he shouted. She greedily started sucking her husband’s cock while I began to thrust mine in and out of her hot pussy. I started with a slow rhythm at first, then gradually built momentum and intensity while she eagerly sucked Bobby’s dick. She rapidly bobbed her head up and down on his shaft as I increased the tempo of pumping my dick in and out of her. At that point Ellen must have felt Bobby’s dick tighten, preparing to cum. She stopped sucking him and used her hand to jerk him off.
“Ooohhhhh! Shoot, Bobby!” she squealed, I want you to cum in my mouth!” That sent him over the edge and as he started cumming, he took hold of her head and thrust himself roughly forward, ramming his dick down her throat. Ellen briefly gagged on his dick and squirting cum, but she rapidly recovered and swallowed his whole load.
Bobby flopped to the side, exhausted by his efforts and needing a brief rest. I kept pounding away pumping his wife’s pussy and soon she was moaning again, her eyes closed in sheer ecstasy. Bobby watched in delight as my frenzied fucking caused Ellen to experience yet another climax. All too soon I was cumming along with her and experienced my second orgasm of the night. I squirted my milky load inside her, flooding her already soggy pussy. Exhausted, I pulled out and collapsed back on the bed, watching as Ellen crumpled forward on her elbows, breathing heavily. Her pussy drained as her juices and my cum flowed down her thighs.
She didn’t get much of a chance to rest before Bobby was rejuvenated and ready for action again. He quickly flipped her over on her back and rested her legs on his shoulders, opening her sopping wet pussy. He forcefully thrust forward and easily entered her. Once Bobby had buried his cock in her, he started vigorously pumping and fucking her as her pelvis thrust back against his assault. Soon the two of them were fucking in a frantic rhythm as Ellen screamed in sensual delight. I was masturbating, enjoying watching my friend fuck his wife. It look quite a while, but when I was able to get my dick half hard again I shoved it inside Ellen’s mouth.
“Suck my cock, Ellen! I want you to suck me dry, you cocksucking bitch! Do you like having two dicks in you at the same time? Do you like Bobby fucking you while you suck my dick?” I shouted. she didn’t respond, only continuing to suck my cock, murmuring in ecstasy.
“Oh yeah,” I thought to myself, “Bobby’s prim and proper schoolteacher wife was getting the fucking of her life from two men and enjoying every minute of the experience.” We continued our activity throughout the night, intermixing periods of recuperative sleep with frantic fucking and sucking. Yet another barrier had been broken. |
Title: 1975 – A Year to Remember. Chapter 5
Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Group Sex, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Threesome
Introduction:
In this chapter the story continues and Cindy is able to describe the actions that transpired on the trip to Atlanta with the Thompsons. Again, as in earlier chapters, this story is a blend of fiction and a true occurrence. Although the chapter is a stand alone, the reader is well advised to review the earlier chapters.
Content:
After I picked up Cindy at the Raleigh airport the night she returned from Oklahoma, we began our journey home through the gathering darkness on the way back to Chapel Hill. My curiosity was at a high level wanting to hear about the trip and particularly about Cindy’s “surprise” games with Bobby and Ellen Thompson. “Okay,” I asked, “What happened on the trip? I thought it was just going to be a trip to Atlanta and you’d be on your way to Oklahoma.”
“Oh no,” she answered, “I think that Bobby and Ellen had planned for a little excitement all along.”
“What happened,” I asked.
“Well, we stopped at a nice motel near Hartsfield and they insisted on just getting only one room. They said that there were two queen-sized beds and plenty of room and it would save money. That made sense, so I agreed. Then, after a pleasant meal at the motel’s restaurant, we went back to our room for a few drinks and bed. Bobby had been making a few suggestive comments about the three of us fooling around, but I assumed that he was just teasing. Anyway, I went into the bath room and changed into my pajamas before attempting to breastfeed Megan. As it was, she was much more interested in sleeping than nursing. After several vain attempts, I put her in her into the crib and crawled into my bed. My breasts were aching with engorgement and I really needed some sort of relief. Well, Ellen immediately picked up on my predicament.”
“'What’s the problem?' she asked."
“Oh, my breasts are really full, but Megan is just too sleepy to nurse,” I responded.
“What do you have to do to take care of that?” she asked.
“Oh, if I were home I’d either pump or Hank would take care of that in a heartbeat and suck me dry.”
“’Hey! We’d love to help you out,’ Bobby said helpfully and excitedly. ‘We can take Hank’s place! Why don’t you let us suck your tits and relieve the pressure?’ I didn't know how to respond. I was unsure what to do.”
“Oh, no. I couldn’t.” I finally said. I wouldn’t feel comfortable with you to doing that, particularly because Hank isn’t here.” but I knew I really needed some relief and knew that I could certainly use the help.
“Well, okay” … I said somewhat hesitantly. That was all it took as Bobby and Ellen virtually leapt from their bed to join me. I felt the two of them getting into my bed and moving next to me. They each turned so that they were facing me as I lay on my back.
I opened my mouth to protest, but Ellen silenced me with a finger over my lips, then slowly she began to unbutton my pajama top, exposing my breasts. Again I started to object, but Bobby just said “shhhh ……’ and ran his fingers over my aching breasts. My milk began to immediately let down and seep from my nipples. Bobby instantly licked it off. Honestly, Hank, it felt wonderful. Ellen then whispered to me, “Are you ready to let us help you?”
“I just moaned and whispered, “Yes.” Bobby leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth. Gently and, tentatively at first, he began to suck. I closed my eyes and let go of all my apprehensiveness, misgivings, and inner tension. He began sucking harder and suddenly I completely let down and the milk started to flow. I could hear him swallowing great mouthfuls of my milk at the same time Ellen was suckling at my other breast. Her mouth tugged on my nipple milking it with long slow sucks. Her fingers felt warm and exciting on my breast. I just closed my eyes letting the feeling of her fingers on my skin relax me. Then, I felt her fingers slowly drifting down my body to my pussy. I should have complained, Hank, but instead I held still just enjoying the euphoric feeling of the two of them draining my breasts.”
“Well, at about that time, I looked at Bobby and realized that he was stroking himself through his pajamas. I felt him shift slightly on the bed. I could feel his lips wrapped around my nipple and I watched as his cheeks curved inward as he sucked. Oh, it felt fantastic! I reached over and ran my hand behind his head pulling him a little harder against my swollen breast.”
“Ellen continued to suck on my other breast; her hand gently kneaded it and pulled it forward, helping my milk flow into her mouth. By now I’d just about exhausted my milk supply, but they continued to caress my breasts with their mouths. I felt Ellen’s hand as it caressed and softly traced my pussy through my pajama bottoms. Then she slowly slipped her hand under the waistband of my pajamas and under my panties. Between the sucking of my breasts and Ellen’s caressing of my pussy, I realized that I was already sopping wet. She easily slipped one finger and then another into my drenched pussy, then began to rub my clitoris with her thumb. Hank, I’ve never had a woman do this to me before; but, it felt so soft and gentle.”
“After a few moments, she stopped and slid my pajama bottoms and panties completely off. When she gently spread my thighs apart, I realized that I wasn’t protesting that she was doing any of this. Once I was stripped, her hand returned to my pussy and I felt a finger gently probe until it slipped back up inside me. Oh, it felt so good, Hank! I couldn’t control myself any longer and moaned aloud as she began to finger fuck me into a fantastic orgasm.”
I was incredibly excited, completely aroused by Cindy’s explicit descriptions. I continued to listen, but forced myself to concentrate on the road as we seemed to be encountering more traffic.
“Meanwhile,” she continued, “Bobby had resumed sucking and nibbling on my nipple, his eyes focused on his wife as she finger fucked me. I ran my hand down and slipped it into his pajamas, and firmly grasping his throbbing dick. He began to softly moan as I pumped it with my hand Bobby then pulled away, getting up off the bed and dropped his pajama bottoms to the floor. He knelt on the bed and shoved his dick toward my face. I was captivated as It stuck straight out, bobbing and swaying in front of my mouth.”
“Hank, this was the first time that I’d ever done anything with Bobby and Ellen without you and was really confused and perplexed. When I slipped my hand under his pajamas, I hadn’t planned on sucking his dick, but just masturbating him. Then I realized that I desperately wanted to suck his cock. I started by licking just the tip of his cockhead as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft. I then opened wide and slid my mouth over his cock as far as I could go. Honestly, I was frantic … I desperately wanted him to shoot a load of his cum in my mouth. You know how I love sucking your cock and I just wanted to taste his semen flooding into my mouth.”
“I backed off to his cockhead again and began to move my hand faster and faster as I sucked on his stiff dick. I could feel his hands gripping my hair as his hips thrust forward, fucking my mouth. Every time the head of his dick stabbed forward he grunted and groaned with the pleasure I was giving him.”
“Having brought me to orgasm, Ellen had then crouched at the side of the bed watching her husband fucking my mouth. ‘Suck him, Cindy’ she whispered. ‘Suck him until he cums in your mouth! I want to see Bobby fill your mouth with his delicious sperm! I want to see you suck him dry!’ By now my head was bobbing faster and deeper on Bobby’s dick and I knew that we were both close to orgasm. His one hand supported his body on the headboard of the bed while the other pulled at the back of my head. I could feel his body quivering and his cock seemed to twitch in my mouth, then I felt a throb of his shaft and he began shooting a magnificent load into my mouth. Oh, Hank! It was fantastic! I continued to suck deeply, relishing every moment as I felt his hot cum hit the back of my throat. It was a terrific sensation as I felt Bobby squirting his cum over and over and over again. His orgasm sent me over the top and my second climax just roared through my body.”
Speaking of being over the top I was getting there just listening to Cindy providing the details of her sexual encounter with the Thompsons. I had a hard time concentrating on the road and that I had an intense hard-on that would certainly soon need some sort of relief. I fought for control while Cindy continued with her story.
“By now Ellen was uncontrollably hot and moved between my legs. She began to kiss down one side of my pussy and then up the opposite side. I spread my legs as much as I could and grabbed Ellen by the hair, vigorously pulling her head against my pussy. She brought her mouth up just a little bit, traced my slit with her tongue, and then sucked my clitoris into her mouth. Just a few moments of her light tonguing and sucking and then that was it for me. I screamed out, squealing in delight with another crashing orgasm. Hank! It was one orgasm right after another! Ellen kept sucking on my clit as I squirmed in ecstasy, allowing the excitement to just flow through body.”
“After several moments, she stopped and I again felt the weight shift on the bed. I had been oblivious to the fact that Bobby was sitting on the edge of the bed just enjoying watching his wife bring me to orgasm, but he was now refreshed. His throbbing cock indicated that he was ready to get back into the action and do some serious fucking. As Ellen slipped away, she sat on the edge of the adjacent bed, anxious to watch the new action between me and her husband.”
“Bobby positioned himself between my legs, leaning down to kiss me. I moaned as he thrust his tongue in my mouth and I felt him rub his cockhead against my skin, gradually guiding the tip inside my pussy lips. With a deep groan he thrust his cock deep into me, driving me back against the bed with the force of his thrusts. Oh, Hank. By now I had lost all control! I realized that I was screaming. “Fuck me, Bobby! Fuck me! Fuck me!” His hands clutched my hips, pulling my pelvis toward him as he fucked me with his thick shaft and I fucked him back. I was in a sex-induced frenzy and just had to have all the cock I could get. In spite of the orgasm that I had just received from Ellen, I came almost immediately as I felt a surge of intense pleasure ripping through me.”
“Bobby hadn’t climaxed yet as he continued fucking me sending even more tremors through my quivering body. But moments later he reached his own orgasm and screamed, ‘oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!’ as his cum flooded my pussy in thick spurts. He held his dick deeply buried inside me and continued pulling me tight to him until he was drained. All of us were exhausted. Ellen joined us on the bed and we all fell into a sound, deep sleep.”
Whoa! By now I had a raging hard-on from listening to Cindy’s detailed description of what happened that night and I had difficulty keeping the car running straight and true down the highway. Cindy giggled and seeing my hardened condition, reached out to grasp my cock. “Oh! Just look what I’ve done to you! Well, I’m going to have to do something about that,” she chuckled. I almost let go of the wheel.
“Honey, I’m driving” I began.
“Don’t worry. I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is keep the car between the lines.” She leaned over, unzipped my pants, and reached inside. With a certain amount of difficulty she was finally able to pull out my hardened dick. I felt her hand gently massaging the head and then beginning to stroke up and down on my shaft. She grasped it, firmly squeezing and then gave it several short, upward jerks. I was extremely excited and agitated now, shifting my eyes between the highway stretching ahead in the darkness and my wife’s hand stroking my dick. Finally she leaned down to the side and began licking the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue.
“Oh!” she whispered. “I think I want to suck all of your cum into my mouth. Do you think that would be alright?” she then opened her mouth and slid her lips all the way down until she practically touched the base of my shaft. She held her lips there for a few brief moments and then drew them back, bobbing her head up and down. After being totally aroused by her story and then her expert sucking mouth, I knew I couldn’t last very long. I almost immediately felt the pressure rapidly building in my nuts as she ardently sucked away at my throbbing dick, softly murmuring something. That was it! I began shooting globs of hot cum and Cindy eagerly swallowed them all until I had exhausted my supply. Only then did she pull off with one final swallow and returned to an upright position on her seat, an enormous smile on her face. |
Title: 1979: Beth I hear You Calling
Tags: Diary, First Time, Romance, Teen
Introduction:
Not the girl of my dreams, but she became my dream girl.
Content:
1979: Beth, I hear You Calling
The Place:
Helix High School, San Diego area
The Cast:
- Beth Wilson aka Beth, Lizbeth
- Jim Hanson aka Jay Are (JR), Junior, The Junior-
- Cathy Thomas, friend of Beth
- Doug Russell, aka Rowdy
- Mike Julius aka Doctor J
- Alan Julius aka Little J, Little Dipshit
- Steve Danner aka “D”, Big D
- Byron Roberts aka Fleabag
Some other miscreants which don’t warrant calling out
Amazing inventions of 1979
Sony Walkman — that music device in Guardians of the Galaxy. It played cassette tapes. Was very expensive and nobody could afford one, yet. But, wow, portable personal music! Unheard of.
CD player — ushering in the digital music era. They weren’t for sale yet, just invented.
Usenet— Kind of an early version of the Internet, not used by regular people at all
Things we didn’t have:
• Personal Computers
• Internet: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, etc.
• Cell phones/texting: all phones were at home, plugged into the wall
• Free porn
• Coors Light
• Political Correctness
• Hillary or Donald
Things we did have:
• Indoor plumbing and electricity
• Cars
• Hormones
• Good friends
• 13 TV channels and HBO
• Polaroid cameras
• Legendary parties
• Schlitz, Budweiser, Lowenbrau, Michelob
• Pac-Man, Space Invaders
Popular Music:
All that Classic Rock was brand new! Van Halen, Led Zeppelin, Rolling Stones, Aerosmith, The Cars, Cheap Trick, Blondie, The Pretenders, The Sex Pistols, The Ramones, to name a few...
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The Story! (Finally)
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So there I was, cleaning out my locker on the last day of my highschool career, when she walked towards me. If this was a movie, she would be moving languidly in slow motion, hair blown by unseen winds, smiling, breasts gently bouncing… but this is text so just imagine all that shit happening.
Heads always turned wherever she went. Two grades behind me, she was already the best looking girl at school. I mean, with her light brunette hair swooping just above her gorgeous eyes, her model-quality face with that cute little button nose, and legs that went on for days, she was the envy of all the girls and the dream of all the boys.
And she liked me! In fact, two weeks ago, we made out at Kripke’s party for almost twenty minutes! I didn’t quite get my hands on her delicious and suckable tits, but I was going to. Really, I was! But I didn’t quite get there before she had to throw up.
The word on the street was she kissed at least six other guys that night, but no matter. I knew that I was the one she liked.
She smiled at me, and I was about to talk to her when Little Dipshit came up and body-checked me against the lockers.
“Fucking Dipshit! You know you aren’t allowed to check me!” He was a year behind me and my boys, and he couldn’t ever start a brawl with a senior like myself.
“Shut up, fag!” Hey, sorry, we didn’t have political correctness, yet. We were just homophobic but weren’t aware of it. “I’m a senior now! So screw your rules!”
I smiled at my gorgeous love, shrugged, and tried to apologize for Alan’s behavior.
“Hey, sorry about this asshole. He is the Dipshit, after all. We try to bring him along slowly, you know. But we can only do so much.”
“It’s okay,” she smiled. “I guess he’s technically a senior now, so you’d better watch out for him.”
Damn, she has a sense of humor, too.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Hey Listen. We’re having a party at Rowdy’s house tonight. You know, year end blow-out, music, dancing, and… whatever else.”
I raised my eyebrows rapidly in what I was sure a sexually suggestive manner that she wouldn’t be able to refuse.
“Whaddya say, Jill?”
Time out.
You, the reader, are probably asking yourself, “Who the fuck is Jill? Isn’t this story about Beth? When does the sex start? Will there be blowjobs?” Jill is the girl who’s way too awesome for the likes of me! At least, at this point in my life. The sex will be here when it gets here, settle down. And yeah, blowjobs.
Anyway, back to the action...
“Aw, Jim. Thanks! That’s so sweet! But we’re going to Greg’s tonight.” Greg was one of the other fuckers who kissed her that night two weeks ago. Fuckin’ Greg.
“But maybe we will swing by later, Okay? Good luck in college!”
Well… fuck me in the goat ass.
I don’t know what that meant, I heard one of my dad's Marine friends say that once. Seemed like it fit in this situation. Anyway, that was the last I ever saw of Jill. Ever. No, she didn’t die. Nobody I know of died in 1979.
Dipshit laughed, then “oofed” as I thumped him in the chest. I didn’t care that he’s bigger than me. A big hand suddenly clamped me on my shoulder from behind. That could only be one person.
“Tough break, man. She probably knows you’re a fag, though.”
I tried to elbow Rowdy in the stomach but missed, that fucker was big but quick.
“Cheer up, Junior. We are gonna kill it tonight, man! After all: Beer, Pot, Sex and Wine, Helix class of Seventy-NINE!”
We high-fived and laughed and hooted and hollered. Probably scared the underclassmen a bit, made them jealous, I’m sure of it.
Beer, pot, sex and wine… well three out of four ain’t bad? Sigh… I hate to have to admit this, but I managed to escape highschool with my virginity completely intact. Fuck! No female had ever seen my dick since infancy. What kind of life am I leading? Ack!
Tons of uglier guys got laid, but not me. Even fricking Jeff David Harmeyer got laid, and he was a dick! But, I had Zero game. I was terribly shy, partly because of my teenage acne which was, thankfully, clearing up, but also my upbringing was by a pretty strict mother; I was taught to totally respect women. Which is good, really. But I also thought it meant don’t inflict my nasty, sex-obsessed, masturbating self on them. Good girls don’t want that kind of thing. Okay, yeah, I was stupid. But that’s really what I thought.
Doctor J, Big D, and Fleabag came along about then.
“Dudes!” Dipshit shouted to them. “You shoulda seen The Junior strike out, it was classic! Jill thinks he’s a fag, for sure.”
Okay, we will keep it politically correct from now on, sorry about that.
I looked to Mike, the good Doctor, hoping he would handle his little brother, who was actually bigger than all of us.
Mike nodded, grabbed Dipshit by the ear and pulled his head down, making Dipshit almost cry.
“Call Junior that name, one more time. Just one more time.”
Even Dipshit, as dumb as he was, knew that when Mike used that tone, he better start shutting up, real quick.
Dipshit stood back up, rubbing his ear.
“Sorry, Junior. I mean, Jim. No harm right?”
I laughed and blew him a kiss.
“Maybe I do bat for the other team, Dipshit. And I’m coming for you at the party, tonight, big boy.”
He got a nervous look on his face, then got mad as all of us started wailing on him with mock blows.
Mr. Jackson, our homeroom teacher and advisor, watched from his doorway.
“Will you assholes go ahead and graduate already? Please?”
We laughed and shook his hand, saying our farewells. Well, not Dipshit. He had another year still to go and we weren’t sure he would ever graduate. We knew Mr. Jackson smoked, maybe he would smoke with us one day soon since we were... out of school!
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Party Extraordinaire!
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I was hanging in the kitchen, verbally assisting Big D as he cranked out blended drinks… just totally cruising and enjoying my mellow. I was a tad bummed out about Jill, but what the fuck, ya know? Rowdy’s party was in high gear, I shit thee not. I had reached maximum bongage levels of weed, and the Southern Comfort punch was oh so nice. Like I said, I was cruising!
We were somewhere in the middle of the first side of the Parallel Lines album when this decent-looking chick came up and started talking to me. This didn’t happen to me everyday, believe it or not. She had two other girls in tow behind her, giggling girls. I hated giggling.
“Jim, we need your car and some money for Taco Bell.”
I tried to focus on what she said, but the gears in my brain turned rather slowly, trying to formulate some kind of reasonable response to this person who looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place her. Why does Taco Bell need my money? How do they even know me? What I managed to come up with as a response to this chick was…
“Wha—?” I was trying to say “what” but I guess I forgot the “t” at the end. It happens.
“Jim. There’s no food here. If we don’t eat, we are going to die.”
Well I didn’t want anyone to die, plus I already said a few paragraphs up that nobody dies, so I had to keep my promise. It seemed reasonable.
“Um… yeah, that’s like, totally casual… Can I get two tacos?”
Casual was the word of the year, I guess. We had kind of a surf lingo thing goin on. If something was good, it was known as casual. Or just cazh, as in Totally cazh, man. Yeah, well, young people say a lot of stupid things. Moving on.
I handed her a twenty and my car keys. Well, truck keys. I had one of those mini-trucks from back then. A Chevy Luv with cool wheels and a half decent stereo. And a manual transmission.
“Hey! Can you drive… a… stick?” My voice faded out as they had already left.
I turned to Doctor J, who seemed to have appeared from outta nowhere.
“Who the fuck was that? When did you get here?”
“Dude, you’re so spaced, I’ve been here all night! You just gave your truck to somebody you don’t know? Classic Junior!”
Hey, I said I was cruising. I didn’t say I could handle it!
“Well, she was cute. Wasn’t she? But she seemed a little blurry. Who was she, Doc?” I liked that truck and now wondered if I would get it back. But then I thought, tacos are, like, twenty-nine cents apiece. Twenty dollars will buy, like, 236 tacos. This is going to be epic! I’ll be remembered as the man who saved the party with 257 tacos! I was picturing the award I was going to receive when Doc started talking to me. When did he get here?
“I guess I’ll tell you, but you’re so wasted you won’t even remember. That’s Beth. Wilson? Come on, Junior, wake up. You know, Eric’s little sister. She used to hang around your sister a lot. Aw shit, fisticuffs are brewing. I need to intervene, cooler heads must always prevail.”
The good Doctor was like that, talking weird and keeping the peace. And apparently he appeared and disappeared rather quickly.
Beth… Wilson… yeah… it started coming back to me. She was this twerpy friend of my baby sister. Two years younger than me, thereabouts. My sister would have birthday parties back in like sixth and seventh grade with six or eight screaming girls who would sneak around and spy on me as I did very interesting older brother things, like cutting the grass. Beth… she seemed to scream somewhat less than the others, and brought me a cold Coke once while the others hid and snickered.
Beth… she didn’t seem quite as twerpy tonight. But maybe I was just high. In fact she was rather cute, and had a shape on her. A rather decent shape on her, I think. It was still a little foggy there in the kitchen.
“Fleabag!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Get me a Coke! I must get sober.”
“Right away, Sir. And Bacardi? 151? Sir, as your attorney, I advise you not—“
“Just Coke. Unopened.”
I never should have let him read that Hunter Thompson book.
Fleabag, or “Byron” as his parents called him, owed me bigtime for saving his ass in Chemistry. He promised to do anything for me. I thought being my servant for two weeks would be nice.
He delivered the cold sixteen ounce bottle, unopened.
“Fleabag, I can’t drink it like this.”
“But you said unop—“
“Fleabag! Remind me what a covalent bond is!”
He hung his head.
“It’s what holds two atoms… oh you’re being… Right away, Sir.”
I finished my Coke, even though it tasted funny, and positively sobered up about the time Beth came back, I was positive of that fact. Positively sober.
She handed me my keys with a smile. Fuck, she had nice teeth. They were so white! Oh yeah, her dad’s a dentist... or an orthodontialist… yeah. She handed me some change, too.
“How, how did you buy four hundred tacos and get me change?” She must be a whiz at math or something.
She looked at me.
“How high are you?”
“I’m completely sober. See?” I showed her the empty coke bottle… which, upon closer examination, bore a striking resemblance to a tall bottle of Lowenbrau.
“Fuck…”
Maybe I overrated my sobrietitiousness. Sobrieticity. Maybe I wasn’t sober. There, fixed it.
“Here’s your tacos, Jim.”
I reached out and gently grabbed her arm.
“Eat with me, you have to make sure I don’t vomit and die, like Jim Morbleson.”
“Jim… Morrison? Of the Doors?”
Beth and her friends laughed with me. God, I am so fucking funny when I party!
We sat and ate crunchy tacos and I drank some real Coke, not beer.
“So, were all of you at my sisters parties?”
They giggled and started chattering about how mean I was to them and… some other crap... I don’t know, I couldn’t keep up. I laughed when was supposed to, I think.
Somebody put on a Kiss album… Wait! It was Destroyer! We chatted more but I was paying keen attention to the songs. I had the girls laughing so hard with me, at me, I don’t know… and then the third song ended.
I grabbed Beth’s hand and dragged her to the living room. We charged into the middle of the crowd and I hollered at everyone to make room.
The piano chords started, and I held out my hands to slow dance with Beth, but I was holding my hands like for a Waltz or something. She laughed and joined me as we slowly swung around the room.
Peter Criss’s vocals rang out soft and clear:
Beth I hear you calling
But I can't come home right now
Me and the boys are playing
And we just can't find the sound
After that first verse, my arms drew her in close to me, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Our bodies touched, her breasts pushed into my chest.
Some people hooted as I slid my hands into the back pockets of her jeans. Then others began joining in the slow dance.
Now, this may seem unbelievable, but I can provide sources if you need it. The fact is I had never slow danced with a girl up to now. I know, I know, what kind of a man-who-likes-other-men was I? Naw, I was just shy.
So Beth’s ass was the first ass I ever touched, and I liked it! Soft yet firm, and she wriggled herself in a little closer to me. However, a problem began rising. And by problem I mean a hard-on. Mine, in fact. Nice girls don’t want to know I’m a horny fucker who masturbates four times a day! Oh shit, Beth is gonna hate me!
I tried to back away, but Beth grabbed me tighter and kept her body pressed up on mine.
The song ended way too soon. But, fortunately, I had my own personal…
“Fleabag!”
“Yessir!”
“Chicago’s greatest hits, second side, Stat!”
Beth and I stood there in the dark for a full minute, holding each other, while Byron found the record. I swore he said something about being my attorney, and advising me to fuck off, but I let it slide.
As the slow song began (“Wishing You Were Here”), my hands completely cupped Beth’s ass and I lifted her up a few inches. She grabbed my neck hard, holding on tight and giggling as we spun around a couple times. Amazingly, we didn’t fall and I set her back on the ground.
The stereo put out this terrible noise as someone scratched the complete shit out of that album.
“What the fuck is this shit!” Rowdy hollered.
Immediately, Terrible Ted Nugent, the Motor City Madman, started screaming about getting someone in a Stranglehold, and that was the end of the slow dancing.
Beth and I stepped outside, holding hands, and found a quiet place to hang.
“Wherever have you been all year?” I asked her, very disappointedly. “How come I’m just finding you, now?”
Yeah, it sounded like I was short on time. You see, I had a shitty secret that I hadn’t told anyone. No, I didn’t have cancer and I wasn’t becoming gay tomorrow. But… well you’ll find out later.
She smiled at me, that cute smile that was a tad bit crooked and oh so adorable. So, she wasn’t the amazing “Jill”. But she was real, she was cute, she was sexy, and I liked her. And she was liking me.
“I’ve been right here, we had that history class together last semester. ‘American Wars,’ remember?”
Yeah, I remembered now. She had braces and… goofy hair… and glasses I think.
“You’ve changed a lot since then. You’re um, You’re a woman, now..”
“I’m glad you noticed, Jim.”
“Wait a minute! Didn’t you say that the Battle of Midway was not the turning point of the war? Something about the Coral Sea or some shit?”
We proceeded to argue over the various points and counterpoints of the two classic naval battles. I don’t remember if either of us conceded their point, I just remember being stunned that I could have this conversation with a high school girl.
We talked for an hour or more, and she did agree with me that the F4F Wildcat did a credible job, but the F4U Corsair was the creme de la creme of carrier fighter planes.
Damn, her eyes sparkle when she talks about history!
I was getting ready to make my big move when we were suddenly interrupted by a herd of wild females.
“Beth! There you are! I’ve been lookin all over for you. It’s almost midnight. Jennifer has to go, and I do too.”
“Jim, this is Cathy. Cathy, Jim.”
We both laughed at Beth. Cathy blurted out, “Duh? We were talking for half an hour inside, remember?”
We all laughed and Beth leaned over and hugged me. Then, she started to go! To leave!
“You can’t just… go? What about… um… I mean, we just kinda met and… I can drive you home?”
She came back and hugged me again, and whispered in my ear, “Stay here, don’t drive anywhere. Your sister has my number.”
And that was our first date. Without a kiss. Just a bit of grinding. I loved that date.
Okay okay! I know there isn’t any sex yet! These things take time, you know? Keep reading! There will be sex and tits and stuff, I promise. Not, like, really big tits. But very nice, firm, supple tits… you will like them. I did.
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The Second Date
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I called Beth the next afternoon, after my hangover went away, to see how she was doing, and to ask her out for that night since we were now out of school. She seemed excited at the prospect of perhaps kissing me, The Junior. I mean, who wouldn’t be?
Well, lots of people, it seemed. But let’s not tell her that.
So I picked her up and we went and saw the movie Alien, the original, when it was brand new. That movie was scary back then, we weren’t immersed in constant gore films and the dramatic tension was palpable. I had fingernail marks on my forearm from her squeezing me.
We went to some famous pie place and had dessert, great conversation, and lots of laughs. Then I took her home.
We made out in my truck for about ten minutes or so. She was kinda on me, and I got all embarrassed and nervous about my hard on. Good girls don’t like that kind of thing. My memories of the party were a little foggy, and I was trying to show her I was a good guy and not some sex-crazed druggie.
I kissed her and smiled all the way home, very pleased with myself.
I called her a couple times the next day. Her mom said that, “Beth was busy right now.”
Huh. Busy? All day? And didn’t call me back? What the duck? I mean, what the fuck? Damn you autocorrect...
I had my little sister call Beth’s house, her mom said to wait a second, she would get her. I took the phone from sissy and waited.
“Hey Debbie, what’s up?”
I answered.
“Oh, she had to go.”
“...”
“It’s okay, Beth. You can talk to me. What happened?”
“...”
“I’m going to keep bugging you until you talk to me.”
“Okay um, so, Jim… um… well you see… last night was nice, but I didn’t think you liked me anymore.”
Didn’t like her anymore? Why would she say that?
“Why would you say that? I’m… I like you a lot. I mean, like you, as in more than a friend.”
“You don’t act like it. You seemed like you wanted to get rid of me.”
I was confused, because I was stupid. Dad was gone a lot, we didn’t talk about these things… and I was surrounded by women at home. I didn’t know shit.
“I thought you were this, um, kind of cool and kind of crazy guy. But, you were… boring… and not… well... you aren’t horny enough for me.”
Not… horny… enough. Me. The jerk-off king of La Mesa and perhaps all of San Diego county. Not... horny… enough...
“Now wait a second, Beth. I’m the horn…” but I couldn’t say it.
“You’re the what? Say it, Jim. Say it or I’m hanging up.”
“Beth… I didn’t want you to think… that’s all I want from you. But I’m very… um…”
“I’m putting the phone down in five seconds.”
“Horny!” I blurted out.
“Good. You sure were the night of the party. I liked you, then. Were you horny, for me?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes I was. Still am. I’m just not used to… talking about it.”
“Jim, you got me horny that night. And I was horny for you last night, too. And you drove me crazy with that French kissing... and then you didn’t even try to touch me.”
“I.. I didn’t know… that you liked that. I... like you a lot and I didn’t want to blow it.”
“You’re blowing it now, mister.”
“Beth. Okay. I um… I jerk off, a lot. But the last two days I’ve jerked off… six or eight times and thought of you each time.”
I winced as I said that. I held the phone away from my ear, waiting for the crashing sound as she slammed the receiver down. But, she didn’t.
“What was it, six, or eight? Don’t lie, Jim.”
Sigh.
“Okay, nine, I didn’t want to scare you.”
“Nine? Wow, Jim. What were we doing? What was I doing?”
“Um… having sex and… stuff.”
“Jim, am I making you uncomfortable?”
“A little. How about we do this in person, not over the phone?”
“Okay, come to Cathy's house tonight. Her parents went to Vegas and a few of us will be there. Come at eight.”
I was there at eight o’clock on the fucking dot.
I know, 3500 words and there hasn’t been any sex yet. Twelve more paragraphs!.
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Third Date’s A Charm
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I showed up with a six pack of Michelobs (that was a fancy beer back then) and a couple bottles of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill wine. That shit was sickeningly sweet but girls would drink it. Rowdy worked at a liquor store and I got all that for three dollars. Yeah, they had a bit of an inventory control problem they weren’t aware of.
Cathy had this big-ass house, probably twice as big as mine, and it was totally decent. Cathy, Beth, and their four other girlfriends were all dressed in sweats and various rock and roll band T-shirts. In contrast, I had my suave designer pants on and a pretty fancy long sleeve shirt. I was styling!
The girls were goofy, but fun. Being the elder statesmen, and helped by the two shots of tequila with Rowdy, I managed to entrance and enthrall the younger girls with tales of people getting drunk and doing stupid things. Like the time Big-O decided he could ride a tricycle off the roof and he… well, you guys don’t want to hear that, you want sex. Okay fine.
The girls started playing records and dancing wildly, and I was right there with them. I was making it very clear, though, that it was Beth and only Beth that I was as interested in. I stayed close to her with my hand on her knee, or arm around the waist, or something. Through the course of being hands-on, I discovered something I suspected since I first got there; Beth wasn’t wearing a bra.
I had seen Pinto struggling in the movie Animal House trying to get the bra off his girl (“I think it’s locked, or something”) and I was thrilled I didn’t have to face that. Big smiles!
As more wine and beer got consumed, the girls decided that they wanted to watch a movie. Now, this was very cool as Video machines were very rare and very expensive. I had never actually seen one up to this point and was pretty fascinated. Watching a movie in your own house, wow! But as the girls were calling their places on the couches, I noticed Beth was hanging back.
Now, my momma didn’t raise no dummy! Oh wait, we already established that she did, in fact, raise a dummy… well... I was catching on quickly! I stepped back a bit, also, and she caught my eye. She tilted her head down just a tad and gave me “the look.” As stupid as I was, I understood that look.
We sauntered back out of the TV lounge, and tiptoed downstairs, where Beth led me to a girl’s room that turned out to be Cathy’s, littered with girl clothes and paraphernalia. It also had a king-sized bed.
Emboldened by the liquor, and knowing that it was at least partially okay with Beth, I sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space next to me for her to sit. Beth ignored that entirely and jumped full on the bed, landing up at the head in the big fluffy pillow area.
I kicked off my shoes and climbed up on the bed, crawling up and over her body, and using my knee to spread her legs enough that I could land in there. With my arms planted on each side of her body, I leaned down and kissed her gently, at first.
I lavished big wet kisses on her as she held me around my neck, pulling slightly. I made my big move, laying down fully on top of her body. Our tongues worked together in a hot and slippery dance war, pushing against each in lovely swirls and circles.
I raised up on my elbows to look at her.
“Do you feel that?” I asked, moving my pelvis on hers, my fully hard cock pressing on her lower abdomen. “That’s me not being horny.”
She smiled and giggled. Suddenly, I didn’t hate giggling anymore.
“You’re not horny?”
“Mmmm getting warmed up, maybe” I joked. The drinks were letting me be loose.
“If I was horny,” I continued. “I would do something like this.”
And I pulled her body with me as we rolled onto my back. She giggled more as I helped (or maybe forced) her to a sitting position, sitting on my big Johnson.
“And if I was totally horny, I would do this...”
I grabbed her T-shirt with both hands, gripping the hem. I began slowly lifting it up. She stared into my eyes as the bunched up shirt reached just below her breasts. I paused for a second as her arms were in the way.
We looked at each other for another moment that lasted a couple seconds and a lifetime… and she raised her arms up. I lifted her shirt up more, and saw my first ever, live and in-person tits.
I stopped and stared. B-cups, she told me later. Perfectly shaped, swooping from her chest to lovely points. Her luscious pink nipples were surrounded by perfect areolas, also light pinkish. They looked so delicate and soft and—
Beth said, “Hey, um… I can’t see...”
In my excitement, I had left the T-shirt still covering her face. Laughing, I quickly took it off the rest of the way. Resting her hands on my upper chest, she smiled down at me as her hair bounced upon release from the shirt.
“Okay,” I said quietly. “All kidding aside, I’m incredibly horny! Oh my God. Yes. You are spectacular.”
“Me too,” she whispered. “Horny, I mean.” A few moments went by as I was still a little awestruck by what was happening.
Beth shook her head and laughed a little at me.
“You’re so silly,” she giggled. “I’ll get you started.” She sat back up straight, then took my hands in her hands, and placed them on her breasts.
She sighed as we made contact, my hands cupping her soft flesh. Obviously, I had never touched anything like this. Soft... and squishy, but firm at the same time. But the plain truth was, the fact of the matter was, I was touching a woman’s tits!
I squeezed a little and Beth let out an audible sigh.
“Yesss,” she whispered. “Jim, baby. I love when you touch me like this. Go ahead, squeeze harder, it’s okay.”
I squeezed harder, mashing them in my hands.
“Owww-kay! That’s hard enough!”
I let go, afraid I had hurt her. She laughed and said, “Go like this, watch.”
She didn’t have to say watch, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and kneading gently, then harder but not with a death grip like I put on her. She rolled her nipples between her fingers and thumbs.
“Fuck… Beth… you are so sexy! I can’t stand it”
“Would you like to kiss them?” I nodded enthusiastically, she leaned down and crawled up so they hung over my face. She lowered her body and her tits were in my face.
Her tits… were in my face. I just wanted to say that again. She teased me, dragging her nipples across my nose, cheeks, lips, but was moving too fast for me to catch one. Eventually she let her left nipple rest on my lips, I kissed the hard nub.
Instinctively, I drew her nipple into my mouth, sucking her breast deeper into my mouth. She moaned as our bodies moved slowly with each other.
I moved to the other one and, holding it in my hand, then began sucking that one too. I was trying to get all of her breast in my mouth, it just seemed like the thing to do. Of course I couldn’t, but it was fun to try.
My initial shyness, my normal mode of operation, was lessened by the alcohol, for sure. But having her on top of me, topless, letting me know that not only was it okay, but she was actually enjoying this, well it really emboldened me. I needed to step things up.
I continued to suck her tit, but I let go of them with my hands. I reached down between her legs and unbuckled my belt. I undid the snap but couldn’t quite get my hands in the right position to take down my zipper.
Beth sensed my frustration and rose up a bit.
“Need a hand?” she asked.
Rolling off to the side of me, she slowly unzipped the zipper. Wisely, despite my eagerness, I let her control things, going at her speed. My hard-on evident, she pulled my jeans down off my legs as I helped by raising up.
I laid there on my back, my dark boxers sitting there, fully tented with a big wet spot visible. You could even see the outline of my big mushroom head through the thin cotton.
“That looks like… you’re pretty horny.”
I smiled at her and moved my hands to the hem of my boxers. She looked in my eyes, but then looked down as I raised my hips so I could lower my shorts. I watched her eyes widen as my hard cock appeared, she seemed impressed.
“I’ve… never seen one up close like this.”
She reached out and touched it, her warm hand feeling very good on me. She touched that spot right beneath the mushroom head, my cock twitched. She looked at me.
“That’s the magic spot,” I told her.
She squeezed my cock, pre-cum oozed out the opening. She dipped her finger in it, wiping it from my lower abs and bringing it to her mouth.
“Salty,” said, licking her lips. “It’s um… it’s not bad. Actually, it doesn’t taste like much of anything.”
She bent her head down, and laid her right cheek on my cock, looking at me as she did so.
“It’s so warm, so hard, so… cool!”
She turned her head and kissed my cock about halfway down, right on the vein. Then she kissed closer to the tip, and then kissed right on the fleshy head.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her mouth surrounded my cock, sucking me into her mouth.
Head, I thought. I’m fucking getting head!
She worked about half of him into her hot, wet mouth. This felt so much better than my hand. Beth moved her head back and forth a little, her tongue pressing on my cock head.
“Yes… fuck, Beth… yes…”
I opened my eyes again to see her kneeling beside me, her luscious tits hanging, and my cock partially in her mouth. I started thrusting a little, and cupped her nearest breast in my hand.
She tickled my balls, perfectly, and then gripped the shaft as she tried to go deeper. Then, a molar or an incisor got me.
“Ah!” I yelped.
She pulled off, worried.
“Sorry!”
“It’s fine, don’t stop, unless you want to. The teeth are just… well he’s too sensitive for teeth.”
She stroked my cock with her right hand, placing her mouth so that she just covered the tip with her lips. I reached over and pulled her sweatpants down to expose her bare ass and thigh to me. I grabbed her naked ass cheek hard.
My breathing sped up rapidly, I felt the build up occurring.
“Beth,” I gasped. “If you don’t stop… he’s going to, I’m going to…”
She stroked faster and sucked harder on my cock.
Well, I warned her.
Her fingers and lips hit my spot just right… my hips thrusted uncontrollably as I fucked her mouth.
Beth held on tight as my cock exploded in her mouth.
After the first two squirts, she pulled off and gagged a little as my cock continued to shoot sperms everywhere. Long ropes of cum fired out as she still jerked me. That shit landed on the pillow, some on my cheek and chin, then finally some shorter ropes spurted over my chest and stomach.
She looked at me, trying to swallow, but then coughed and laughed which sprayed sperm back onto my cock and stomach.
“Holy shit, Jim. You cum a lot!”
Hey, I was eighteen. That’s what we do, we cum a lot!
I laughed with her as we marveled at the mess.
“I’m sorry, Jim. I tried to swallow—“
“Hey, it’s okay… it’s fine… you were wonderful, amazing!”
“Let me try again”
And Beth leaned back down over me, kissed my cock and slurped up some of my still-hot cum. Raising up, she looked me in the eye and swallowed it.
“Mmmmmmmm… it’s like, salty tapioca or something. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”
“Can you um, get this off my face, maybe?”
I expected her to grab a tissue. But instead she crawled up to me and kissed my cheek, sucking down the cum she found here. She licked my chin clean, then she kissed me on the mouth; my cum still lingering on her lips.
It was… very surprising… and very sexy. Warm and slippery cum mixed with our saliva, fuck it was a sexy kiss! I pulled her down on top of me, and she slipped and slid on my cummy chest as we continued to kiss.
My hands grabbed her bare ass cheeks, but her legs were closed as her sweat pants remained around her knees. My hand slid into her ass crack, and my middle finger found… something.
“That’s my butt,” she said, laughing. “You’re touching my butt-hole.”
I kissed her hard again, and continued to rub it with the tip of my middle finger. It felt hot, and slightly damp. It felt weird, and… awesome.
“You, uh, don’t seem all that shy anymore, Jim.”
I smiled at my love. I was so in love. Or in lust. Or infatuated. Whatever it was, I was in it.
“Yeah, I’m noticing that, too.”
She moaned as I continued to play with her a asshole. It just… felt so cool to be touching her so intimately.
“Jimmmm…” she whispered. “You are so… naughty… you’re getting me so wet.”
We kissed more, then she squealed as I rolled her over. I rose up off her, my cum acting like spiderwebs connecting us for a few moments until they broke. Her small bush was exposed, but I wanted to see it all. I took hold of her sweats and pulled them completely off. We were both now completely naked.
Beth opened her legs slowly, allowing me to see her. I was awestruck, this was obviously the first pussy I had ever seen. But you have to remember, porn in those days was Playboy and Penthouse. They didn’t really show a wide-open pussy, mostly just showed pubic hair and maybe a hint of lips now and then.
I cupped her sex as I lay down beside her, and was struck by how hot it was! As we kissed, my hand and fingers explored, dipping into her hot wetness, discovering the different sexy folds and parts, the floppy peaks and slick valleys, and then slipping my finger into her juicy vagina.
We tongue-kissed softly yet fervently, and she placed her hand on top of mine, driving my hand back and forth over her pussy. She found my ring finger and pushed it alongside my middle finger, so i was now fucking her with two fingers.
“In case you’re wondering,” she whispered. “My hymen broke years ago, I was trying to ride Eric’s bike and boom! Lost my cherry.”
Too be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. But I went with it, thanks to my friends at the Michelob brewing plant.
“Oh good. So that means... “
“It means I won’t bleed, silly. When you… fuck me… later”
She crossed her legs, clamping my fingers in tight. Her hand pushed and pulled at mine, though, making my fingers still fuck her pussy and the fat part of my palm rub her clit.
“Jim… keep doing that… like that… uh huh… like that…”
I kissed her neck, her collarbone, down to her breast again. She pulled my head down on her hard as I sucked her breast. I felt her tremble and shake a little, then she shook more and more.
“Oh God Jim… yessss…shit yesssssss…””
She clenched down hard on my hands, at the same time all this goo covered my fingers. I thought to myself, Orgasm! I think she had an orgasm! I am the MAN!
She relaxed quickly, all the tension flowing out of her body. A lot of juice flowed out of her body, too. I looked at her and smiled.
“Come up here and kiss me, silly man.”
We kissed hard and deep, but I was still a bit distracted, wondering what the heck to do with my right hand that was still down there, drowning in her pussy.
“Jim… um… bring me your fingers to taste.”
Wow. Okay. So I brought my sticky fingers up, the girl-goo seriously evident on my two fingers. Beth opened her mouth, so I placed my two fingers halfway on her bottom lip, the other half resting on her tongue. She closed her mouth around them and sucked, essentially licking her own pussy juices. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Well yeah, I hadn’t seen much at this point, but I never even thought about a girl doing that.
“You want to try it?” she asked in a whisper.
I looked down so I could watch my fingers go back inside her, scooping up some more juices. She moaned as I kissed her again, then I brought my fingers up to my lips for my first taste of pussy. I licked, and then swallowed.
Oh my God!
I was expecting it to be bad, because that’s what we all thought. None of my friends had eaten pussy yet and we just assumed it would be weird. But it was nice, hard to describe, but tangy and not overpowering at all.
I got some more and fingerpainted her lips with it, then kissed her again.
We need to talk about my cock for a moment. An eighteen year old cock is a marvelous thing. As a man in my fifties, I miss that cock! It could get hard if the wind blew. And after it came it could get hard again very quickly. What a thing of beauty. Now, back to our regularly scheduled program.
I rubbed my hard cock on her leg as we kissed, holding each other tightly.
“You’re hard again?” she smile between kisses. “That’s pretty impressive, are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Yeah, pretty sure. You just… you told me it’s okay to be horny, so this is me in my natural state.”
I rubbed her pussy some more.
“Beth...”
“Jim.”
“Stop it you goof!” I laughed at her. “Beth. I want to go further, if you are okay with that.”
“Go further? Where do you want to go?”
Bitch was teasing me but it was cute. I think she liked the dirty talk.
I wiggled my hand on her pussy.
“I want to go here.”
“You’re already there.”
“I want to… put my dick in there, Beth. Inside you. I want to make love to you. I want to fuck You.”
She smiled and kissed me very hard. I told her I had a rubber in my pants, she said go get it. I actually put it on with no problems, I had practiced a lot.
We kissed more, gently and tenderly, as she rubbed my clock head up and down her wet slit, getting him juiced up. She placed him at her entrance, and said, “Okay, Jim. He’s there.” I pushed forward an inch or so.
Indescribable pleasure.
But, since I’m a writer, I have to try to describe the feeling of entering my first pussy. Even with the rubber, the complete and even pressure that surrounded my cock was amazing, so much better than a hand. And the heat from her body on my cock felt incredible.
Not knowing what I was doing, I took my cues from Beth. I made little back and forth motions into her, going deeper. If she winced a little, I stayed where I was for a few moments as her body opened up to me.
Finally, I settled in to where I was as deep as I could get.
“Beth… I’m not a virgin anymore.”
She had some tears in her eyes.
“I’m not either.”
We both laughed and kissed, and made love. I’m happy to say those years of humping my bed sure paid off. This was just like that… only a couple million times better.
We started off slow and sensual; to be honest I was afraid of cumming too soon. God she was tight! But the rubber reduced the feelings to where it was just enough to keep me in the game. I started fucking Beth a little faster and she just moaned, and gripped my lower back. The headboard bumped the wall a little bit.
“You like that huh?”
I picked up a little more speed and fucked her even a little harder.
“Yes Jim… God, yes.” Beth was trying to whisper, even though the other girls were presumably upstairs, but she was losing control, fast. “Fuck me… yesss omigod Fuck Me!”
I pounded her hard, as hard as I could. God she felt good. My cock slammed repeatedly into her pussy as she rose and fell in rhythm with me. Her hands went to my ass and pulled me into her. My hands went into the crack of her ass and it felt like a wet, syrupy mess in her butt crack; she was putting out a lot of juice. My middle finger found her asshole again and slipped in to the first knuckle without even trying.
“YES! Omigod omigod omigod omigod…”
Suddenly she stopped moving and stopped breathing. Grimacing with her teeth clenched for a moment, she then screamed out a final “Omigod” and collapsed in a trembling, shivering heap.
Ecstatic and undeterred, I just kept fucking her. I was getting close by this time, and her grunts and groans turned me on immensely. Beth seemed to be in one long orgasm as she lost all ability to speak or to coordinate her movements. I moved my legs on the outside of hers to squeeze my cock better. This seemed to hit her even better in her spot as I speed-fucked her.
Finally, finally it was happening. That feeling started deep inside me, and came rushing through my trembling cock. I spread her legs again and let myself cum hard, my throbbing cock letting loose.
“I love you Bethhhh!” I hollered out, then collapsed on top of her, panting like a dog.
We both lay there in our pile of sweat, breathing like we had just ran the hundred, and it occurred to me that I had no idea what I was supposed to do now! I rose up a little on my elbows and looked at Beth.
“Did you mean that?” She asked.
“Um, mean what?”
I really had no idea what she was talking about.
“You said you loved me, Jim.”
Oh yeah, that!
“I… I think I do.”
She pulled me down on to her and kissed me hard.
“I want you to love me, Jim. I’ve had the hots for you for years. I love you, too ”
We kissed gently, delicately, but with so much feeling.
“Lay down, you must be tired.”
She helped me slide off her and onto my back. My cock was shriveling, so she started working the rubber off me. She tossed it in a trash can near the bed, then she kissed my cock! She took him and licked and cleaned him of the residual cum, swallowing it down. I liked that, I liked that a lot. Beth just kept surprising me at almost every turn.
She came up and snuggled with me, my arms holding her close and our legs intertwined. It felt amazing to be so close to someone, so in tune without even speaking much. But I wanted to talk.
“Beth… thank you.”
“Thank you, Jim. This was better than I hoped.”
“It was amazing wasn’t it? It was for me.”
Beth just pushed me on my back and kissed me hard, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me tight. She then sniffed a little.
“Don’t cry, hon.”
“Sorry, Jim. I’m just overwhelmed a little.”
I pulled the blanket over us and held her close as she slid down a little and rested her head on my chest.
Presently, however, my body reminded me that I drank four beers earlier.
“I gotta go to the restroom, sweetie.”
I found my boxers and did a sexy pose for her, which she laughed at, dutifully. When I opened the door, it was like one of those old black and white comedies; five girls were leaning on the door and they all fell into the room, screaming and cackling.
Normally I would’ve turned brilliant red with embarrassment. But, I just laughed cuz I didn’t really give a shit what anyone thought. I stepped carefully over legs and arms and strolled down to the bathroom.
They had one of those big mirrors that took up a whole wall. So as I pissed I looked at myself in the reflection.
God damn, Jim. You are a Stud!
Even with the door shut,I could hear the girls laughing and shrieking with Beth. They were mocking her with “Ohmygods” which just brought a ton of giggles.
I flexed a little, cleaned up, but mostly was just giving the girls a minute or two so they could see the newly fucked ex-virgin.
I figured they had enough and went back to their door.
“Alright break it up, break it up!”
They filed out slowly, giggling, calling me “stud” and one of them even winked at me. I chased them upstairs and told them to stay.
I shut the door and stripped off my boxers. Then I started crawling up on top of Beth.
“Beth we have a problem—“
“Jim! Wait a second—“
“No Beth. There’s girl cum on my balls and you need to clean them off!”
So there I was, my balls on Beth’s mouth and holding my half-hard cock in my hand, when Cathy strolled out of her walk-in closet.
Several moments passed as we all looked at each other. We all laughed at the same time.
I decided to let Beth’s mouth do the talking so I extricated myself from the tea-bagging position I had her in.
Okay, and I turned red! I mean, this was weird!
Cathy quickly excused herself, but not before whispering something to Beth, giggling, and taking an extended look at my cock.
“Sorry, Beth. I didn’t know she was still here.”
“She has a bit of a crush on you, you know.”
“Cathy? Really? No, I didn’t know.”
Really, I didn’t know. It seemed I was popular with the underclass girls, though. Shame I had to graduate.
“What about you?” I asked Beth as I snuggled in with her. “You got a crush on anyone?”
She rubbed her boobs on me as she answered.
“Well there is this one guy, but I think he’s a sex maniac in disguise.”
“He sounds dangerous, you better take it easy. Chicks fall in love with the dangerous guys.”
I grabbed her butt, pulling her into me close.
“Be careful that he doesn’t want to do, you know, weird things to your body.”
I played with her butthole again as I said that, it was still damp.
She lifted her leg up higher, wrapping it around my thigh which gave me easier access to her ass. She whispered, “But maybe, James, maybe I want him to do weird things to my body… Jim… yessss…”
She moaned softly as I pushed my left middle finger inside her pussy and my other middle finger probed her damp asshole.
“Jim,” she whispered more. “I’m going to cum again if you keep doing that.”
“What is this, Beth?” I teased her as I wiggled my right finger. “Where is my finger?”
“In… inside me.”
“Say it, or I’ll take it out.”
“It’s… oh god… it’s in my asshole, Jim. Oh fuck...”
With my left palm mashing her clit and three fingers up inside her vagina, I moved my hand back and forth like she showed me earlier. I worked my right middle finger up to the second knuckle in her ass. Her breathing was changing to panting.
“Shall I take this finger out?
“No!” she gasped. “Keep it there… finger fuck my… asshole… you’re definitely horny enough for me… oh god, oh god, don’t stop.”
“I love you, Beth Wilson”
She came on my fingers, her nails digging into my shoulder as she gripped me. She held her breath for like fifteen seconds, then collapsed into a quivering heap like before. I moved my right hand a fraction of an inch and her whole body trembled.
I pushed her on her back and crawled between her legs, quickly shoving my bare cock inside her. I was gambling, I know, but I had cum twice and I knew there wasn’t much sperm left in me.
I pushed my naked cock up inside her, and oh fuck it felt good! I clamped my hand over her mouth as she moaned uncontrollably while I pounded her hard.
Animal instinct, teenage lust, good old American Muscle… whatever it was, it drove me to fuck her hard and fuck her fast while she screamed into my hand.
I might’ve lasted a minute, maybe seventy five seconds, and I felt the buildup. I reluctantly pulled out and told her to watch. My hands gripped my wet cock and stroked at maximum speed.
A small burst of cum shot up onto her tits as my orgasm raged through me. The small amount of semen belied the fact that this one was very strong; I felt it in my bones. She rubbed my cum into her breasts.
“Jesus,” I moaned as I slumped down beside her. “Fuck, you are sexy.”
I watched as she licked most of my cum from her fingers, then touched my lips with the remnants. I remember thinking, maybe I am a fa— oops… man who likes other men, but it was sexy when she did that.
We cuddled for a nice little while, but I had to go. You see, I was a Mart man, and you can’t keep the Big K waiting.
“I got the early shift, Lizbeth. But how about I come by about 12:30 and we will go roller skating in Balboa Park?”
“It’s a date, you pervert.”
“Be nice,” I teased as I dressed. “Or, next time, I’ll stick something else in your ass.” I cupped my crotch to show her what I meant.
She rolled away from me on the bed and pulled apart her ass cheeks, exposing herself to me.
So yeah, I got laid. And she had nice tits, right? And a blowjob, see, I wasn't lying. And yes, I seriously considered taking her to Mexico and marrying her that very night. But, cooler heads prevailed and I decided not to risk an international kidnapping charge. I went home and jacked off one more time before falling into a deep sleep. That was number four, not counting the morning and lunchtime jerks. Damn, I miss that cock!
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Beth and Jim shall return in “Beth, I know you’re lonely,” in stores soon! |
Title: 1981 Geeorgeann's bike ride
Tags: Fantasy
Introduction:
I take my Harley for a ride and get soaked
Content:
Hi ya'll it's me Georgeann again. This time I'd like to tell you how I met Tex for the first time, a biker who has been a close friend to my husband and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our bike shop was doing good and my first born, my daughter Carol, was just shy of turning one years old. I'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super glide, a big step up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to ride on and hadn't been able to put many miles on her. With Carol spending the week with Tom's parents, I was at the shop helping out. The usual crowd was hanging around, Tom and Carl wrenching on bikes, Jeff, Yoda and Fritz were hanging around, bullshitting as usual, plus customers stopping in and out. It was a very hot July day, so all I had on was a tight white boys wife beater tank top that I had tied in a knot under my boobs, a pair of very short daisy duke denim shorts and a pair of leather sandles. With Tom's encouragement, I was flirting and flashing my boobs and giving beaver shots to whoever was interested, they all were. Tom teased me telling me I was interrupting his and Carls concentration and suggested I go for a ride on my recently finished SuperGlide. Tom said they had to have this Panhead they were working on finished before 4pm, so the customer could pick it up and we'd get paid the $7,000 for the custom work we had done. Back in 1981, that was a lot of money to spend on a Harley you already owned. Much to the dismay of the guys, I ran upstairs to one of the small apartments above the shop where Tom and I kept some clothes and set up for our sexual encounters with people we picked up and didn't want to take home. I left my boys wife beater tank top on, put on a pair of denim jeans, socks and my leather engineer boots. Even though it was a very hot and muggy day, I took my denim jacket with me.
Back down at the shop, I went over my pride and joy, stuffed my jacket in my saddlebag, kissed my other pride and joy and told him I'd be back in a couple of hours, it was only 11am. I put my helmet on, straddled my Harley, turned the petcock on, turned the iginition key to the on postion, pulled out the choke, then pressed the starter button. My finely tuned 74 inch V-twin roared to life and the biggest vibrator I had ever owned began to work it's magic on my very horny and hungry pussy. I blew a kiss at my husband, then peeled out, a huge grin on my face. I zigzagged towards I-75, turned on it heading northbound and easily throttled up to speed and entered the traffic of the interstate. A half hour later, being female, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville rest area, just south of Lake City, shut down my Harley, locked the forks and took my ignition key as I listened to the motor ticking from the heat. Walking kinda funny, doing my best not to grab at my pussy I made it to the restroom before I pissed my pants. Oh, there was a wet spot on the crotch of my jeans, but not from having to piss. I couldn't tell you how many climaxes I had during that short 70 or so mile ride. I moved the bike over near one of the picnic tables in the almost empty rest area, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cement picnic tables, pulled out my pack of Marlboro's and lit one. A couple of puffs later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the sound of thunder reached my ears. Then the rain began. SHIT!!! I was more or less shelthered from the worse of it, all the picnic tables were covered by a small cement pole type canopy, but the rain was still blowing in sideways, but I was getting too wet. Then I remembered I had to put the plastic baggie over my carburator or my baby would never restart. Cursing, I ran out, immediately got drenched, but got my saddle bag open, pulled out the plastic and put it over my air cleaner. I debated if I wanted to spend the time getting even wetter to go to my other saddle bag and get my denim jacket, but decided to run for the relative shelter of my picnic table. I was soaked. My tank top, my jeans and my boots were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to admit the rain did feel good, it cooled me off. I could see steam riseing from the asphalt and the bike as the cold rain cooled off the heat of the sun. I giggled looking down at my chest. The tight boys white wife beater was totally transparent, it clung to my body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. My 34dd milkers looked massive, my dark, brown nipples were totally erect and every tiny dimple and bump on my aurola's were defined so that even a blindman could see them. My breasts were filled and rock hard, almost to the point of hurting, I hadn't breast fed Carol since the night befoe.
The rain was blowing more heavily now and the wind was blowing it under my small shelter, keeping me wet, but not as if I was standing out directly in the storm. I looked at my watch, it was barely after noon, but the sky was so dark, it could have been midnight. Just the frequent lightning would brighten up the area. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my pack of cigarettes out of the leather pouch he had given me for Christmas, it kept my cigarettes dry and my Zippo dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my hand and returned my cigarettes to thier dry home. I was allso glad it was a new pack, it looked like I would be here a while.
My eyes wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The only cars were a full sized window van with a family clear down the other end of the rest area, parked next to a State Police car. On the other side of a narrow grassy area, three tractor trailer trucks were parked. They weren't close to where I had parked my bike, but nonetheless, my mind started imagining being in the sleeper with the driver, sucking and getting fucked by some stranger with a huge cock till the storm passed. I'd done it many times before, most of the time with Tom waiting out by the picnic tables for me to finish.
I was half way finished with my second cigarette, maybe 15 minutes or less at the rest area when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with sleeping bags and shit strapped to the sissybar and handle bars. He took his time as he pulled up just past my bike, killed his engine, then backed it in, rear wheel against the curb, like I had mine. He was a small giant of a man. Taller then my husband and easily a good #100 or more pounds then Tom. Full, long black beard. He smiled as he approached, asking if he could join me. I laughed and said sure. "Dam, I'll never get use to Florida weather!," he said with a jolly laugh, like a very young santa before Santa got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, "Dam, now I do remember why I came to Florida, your beautiful...no offense little lady, I call them like I see them. I'm Tex, thats Bree," the big man introduced himself, then pointed to his Harley. I looked at him questionally, "Thats my bikes name, Bree, short for half breed, she can't decide if shes a Shovel or a Pan," he explianed laughing again like Santa. "Hi, I'm Georgeann, nice to meet ya and thanks for the compliment..," I said, sticking out my hand to shake hands with the giant. He took my hand in his bear claw, but to my surprise, he was very gentle. "The pleasures all mine, Georgeann...pardon me a sec...," he said, I noticed him stare at my tits, which were still wet and getting wetter, then raise his eyes skyward and I heard him say,"Hey Lord, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few minutes ago 'bout this fucking rain and shit, Bro, I'm fuckin sorry man. I should have known ya had ya reasons, I'd like to tank ya now for this fucking storm, making me pull off here and finding this little Angel sitting here...," Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His laugh was contagious. I started laughing too, making my boobs jiggle around. I couldn't help notice the big man's eyes were glued to my boobs. "Ya ol'man taking a leak?," he asked. "Probably, or more likely getting sucked off my some bimbo...he's back in Ocala working, I went for a ride and had to stop to piss...if I would have know it was going to storm like this, hell, I would have just pissed my jeans as I was rideing...," I told him laughing. "Now thats my kinda girl!! Nothing wrong with a little piss action...," he said. Umm, I wonder if he knew he just hinted about likeing golden showers? If so, now thats my kinda man!!!
I lit another cigarette and offered one to him. He shook his head yes as he took off his soaked leather jacket and his t-shirt, exposeing a huge barrel of a hairy chest. He had man boobs, kinda sexy, and big nipples too. He wrung out his t-shirt and jacket as best as he could and put them under the picnic table where it was a bit dryer, but not much. Then he pulled off his water logged boots and socks and did the same with them. All he had on was a pair of very dirty and greasy jeans. He looked sexy. He sat next to me on the table and we chatted a bit. I found out he was in Florida looking for work since the oil industry was in a slump back in Texas, so far he hadn't found anything that paid enough for him to live. I found out he did welding and knew how to drive a wrecker. I didn't say anything or offer him a job, I wanted to know more about him. I told him I was 17 and the mother of 3, been with my guy for almost 10 years. He couldn't believe I was a day older then 14! This guy knew how to make my ego ballon!!!
A half hour later, the storm seemed to be getting worse, so I left the little shelter we had and ran to the restroom area and used a pay phone to call Tom and tell him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to come get me in the pick-up truck and trailer, I told him I was ok, I'd weather the storm. I said if it didn't get anybetter in another couple of hours, I'd call back and he could come get me. I hung up the phone and saw a trucker coming out of the mens room, his eyes on my tits. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his late 30's. I noticed the long bulge forming down his left pants leg. I smiled. "Ya hear anything about the storm?," I asked. The trucker told me there was a huge accident just south of us at mile marker 411 and that the whole north and south bound was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at least four hours before they could clear the multipe wrecks and open the highway again. I thanked him and ran back to Tex. Now I was really soaked. Tex was now openly starring at my tits. Well, me being me just had to ask, "Well, what do you think? Not to bad for being a old married woman and mother?" "Little Darling, I think thier perfect!!! I don't think I have ever seen titties as perfect as those," He said. I looked around, the cop car and the van had disappeared, only one truck was left out in the parking lot. With the highway shut down, no one else would be pulling into the parking lot.
I pulled my wet tank top over my head, freeing my huge milk filled tits. I could feel them bounceing and swaying with thier freedom. Tex's eyes tried to follow thier motion. I grabbed my tits, my hands were small compared to thier size. I grabbed just behind my nipples, and useing my thumb and forefinger, I began squeezing my nips. Milk began to flow, then squirt in several directions. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, "Hold on there Angel, don't waste it.....I mean, can I have a taste?" I smiled and said, "Well Tex, the highways been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be several hours before they reopened it....so, no traffic, no cars to interupt us......I'll let you suckle on my boobs if ya let me suck on your cock." Tex said, "Angel, you drive a hard bargain, but you have a deal," then he leaned over and gently wrapped a huge, caloused hand around my left tit and fastened his mouth on my nipple. I had a immediate orgasm.
Tex switched to my other boob, suckled it, then I pulled him up and began kissing him as I groped his crotch. I tried to unbutton his jeans, he helped. I pulled his dick free and was plesantly surprised. It was a good 9 inches, thick, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the bench, he stood. I attacked that big cock and made it disappear down my throat. Tex stood there blocking the view from the highway as I sucked on his dick. It took several minutes, but I got a huge load out of him. His cock went soft, he pulled out and said he was going to take a piss. He started to turn, I grabbed hold of his dick, "Uh, Tex, um, would you mind pissing in my mouth?," I asked. Tex grinned and turned back towards me, his cock was getting hard. I took the head in my mouth and Tex asked if I was ready. I knodded with a mouth full of his dick. Tex let his piss flow. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would stop the flow till I caught up, then start it again. When he was finished he said, "Your one special, kinky bitch, ain't ya," the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my titss, then his hand cupped my pussy thru my jeans. I oppened my jeans and pulled them down enough for his thick hand got inside and he began finger fucking me. Things happened fast. My jeans were off, Tex laid me back on the table, he sat on the bench and began eating my pussy. He was totally into my smooth cunt. He brought me to several orgasms before I was begging him to fuck me. He slid his cock into me and I loved it. His big dick felt good inside me. The storm was still rageing. We never heard the trucker that I passed at the restrooms approach. He was standing there jacking off a cut, 7 incher. Tex noticed him, but never missed a stroke as he fucked me. I motioned for the trucker to let me suck his cock. He moved over and I started sucking his dick. Right about then Tex filled my pussy with cum and went soft. He pulled out. I let the truckers cock pop out of my mouth. Tex sat on the bench. I leaned over sucking his cock, the trucker went behind me and shoved his cock in me. The trucker didn't last long, he came, thanked me and went back to his truck. Tex was hard again. I stradled his lap, guided his cock inside me and rode him on the bench under the protection of the concrete shelter. Tex lasted a long time. I got off several times. After he came this time, I knelt on the ground and sucked his cock and balls clean.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few cigarettes as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my husband, our bike shop and the wrecker yard. I offered him a job, with fringe benifits. He was hesitant, I told him my husband was going to love watching Tex fucking me. "I gotta ask, is your ol'man bi?...Little Darling, I love pussy, I much prefer pussy, but once in a while.....," he started to say, but I finished it for him, "you enjoy some man and man?," I asked. "Yeah, Tom is bi, but thats between us, ok?," I confided in him. The rain began to lighten, the storm passing. Tex kissed me, gave my titties another sucking, then we dressed, got on the bikes and Tex followed me back to our shop. I took the Elisville exit and took hwy 441, the back road back to the shop. |
Title: 1982 pennsylvania glory holes
Tags: Fiction
Introduction:
finding cocks at adult bookstores
Content:
Hi, its me Ann, again. Well, we left Florida so I could escape the law closing in on me. We moved to Pennsylvania to start a new life. At first I told myself things would be great, but after a month being isolated out in the old farm house in the middle of nowhere in a valley between two mountains, I was feeling very alone and angry at myself for getting myself in the mess I had in Florida. With Tom working long hours trying to support us and the new home and property we bought, I was left alone a lot. In Florida I would have never been lonely, there was always one or more of my husbands buddies stopping by for a quick suck or fuck while he was at work. I miss all my dicks!!!!
The first month we were up there and I hadn’t even found a adult bookstore to go play at the glory holes. I was jonesing for strange dick. The day Tom came home and told me about a adult bookstore he found up in Breezewood put a smile on my face. That very night, which was a Friday, Tom and I went to check out the bookstore. At first glance I thought ther would be no action, the place was off a side road, no houses or other businesses around, but it was on a service road for I-70. Pulling into the parking lot, there was no other cars parked in front, but around to the side there was four tractor trailers.
Tom waited as I exited our Chevy van. I straightened my mini skirt and made sure my blouse was revealing most of my boobs. Tom wolf whistled at me, then taking my hand, we ventured inside the run down building. There was a big old fat guy behind the counter, he checked our ID’s, as two guys were checking out the magazines and 8mm movies in the aisles. I noticed they were soon checking me out.
Tom and I walked around, we looked at the toys, I saw a few I would like to own. This bookstore was the first one I saw with dildo replicas of dogs and horses dicks. I wanted some!!! We checked out the movies, then the magazines. There were several of local area swingers. Tom had bugged me for years to try swinging, but I always refused. As usual, I told him I wanted to be only with him, but glory hole sex was ok, because it was like the cocks were dildos, no faces, no personalities. Tom had no idea how much of a slut I was and that I had been cuckolding him since the first day we met.
Tom reminded me that he met me when I was getting ganged banged and that we had swapped with a other couple a few times when we first met. I told him that was because I was high on qualudes and pot. He pleaded with me. He bought a swingers magazine for us to page thru, I said I would look at it with him. What I wanted was to be in the back boots with a cock down my throat or up my cunt and ass. I made eye contact with both the customers as we walked around, winking and flirting with them with my eyes. When Tom finally led me to the back room, both guys soon followed.
Since Tom had been there earlier, he led me to a booth in the back. We entered and Tom closed and locked the door. Inserting four quarters, the projector whizzed to life. Tom began kissing me as we watched a big boobed blond suck on a long thin cock as she rode another. Tom began unbuttoning my blouse the rest of the way, he slid it off me. I could see the glory holes now that my eyes adjusted to the dark. There was one on each side wall. I could see one guy looking thru, nothing at the other one.
With my blouse off, Tom fondled my tits, roughly pulling and pinching my puffy nipples. I love when he’s rough, but the fool loved me too much to give it to me rough like I liked it. He took one in his mouth and suckled as his fingers slid up under my mini skirt and began fingering my shaved snatch. Off came my skirt. I was naked. I knelt and took Toms 7 incher in my mouth and began sucking. I used just my mouth as I put two fingers of each hand into each hole. I was rewarded first by a tiny hard dick on the left side and a thick 5 or 6 inch one on the right. I wrapped my hands around each one and slowly explored the hardness. Leaving Toms cock bopping in front of my face, I licked at the cock head of the thick cock, tasteing the thick pre-cum that had formed, then took the head in my mouth and began sucking. When I knew I had the guy interested, I went to the tiny dick and sucked on it. For the next several minutes, I went back and forth from all three dicks. Then I concentrated on the little one. He came in minutes, giving me my first strange cum in over a month. The thick cock didn’t last at all when I went to work on him, he came just as fast. That was ok, I needed their loads. Within minutes, two new dicks were placed in the holes. A nice long cock, as thick as Tom, but about 9 inches and a slender one around 5 inches. I pulled Tom down to help me. I loved watching him suck dick. With the shorter one deep down my throat, I guided the long one to my husbands lips. Tom licked at the head, then made the dick disappear, he could swallow a cock as good as I could. We swapped after a few minutes, the short dick erupting in Toms mouth. Tom tried not to swallow, he held most of it to share with me, then we double teamed the long dick, licking up and down the shaft, each of us taking a side, hopefully driving the guy crazy. I do know it didn’t take long for the dude to shoot off a huge laod down my throat. I swallowed greedily, then Kissed my husband, letting him taste another mans seed.
Tom and I were left alone for several minutes, no one entered either booth next to us. I sucked on Tom, then bent over the stool that was in the small booth and let Tom fuck me from the rear. As Tom pounded my cunt, a new cock stuck thru the hole. A normal looking 6 incher, but I wanted it in me. I sucked on it for a short while as Tom fucked me, then I postioned my self so my ass was up against the hole. The guy fingered my cunt a minute or two, then I felt him probing with his cock. I reached between my legs and guided him in me. I took my husbands dick in my mouth as the stranger pounded me. Tom leaned over me, his dick still in my mouth and reached between my ass and the wall and felt the guys cock sliding in and out of me. All too soon the guy tensed up, shoved his dick in me as far as he could and I felt him explode.
After the guy pulled out, I sat on the stool and spread my legs wide, Tom knelt between my legs and ate out my cum filled pussy. I had one long beautiful climax from my husbands tounge. He let me ride out my climax before he stepped upped and slid his dick inside my hungry pussy. Tom fucked me wildly, my head rolled back, I saw a cock by the hole. With my head upside down, I guided the dick between my lips and let the guy face fuck me till he shot off. With my pussy temporary sedate and my belly fill of cum, I got dressed and Tom and I went home.
Once home, Tom and I fucked again. Then relaxing bfore the TV, we opened the swingers magazine and read the ads. We found several we liked, including several single men, two guys that were bi that swung as a team and two couples. We hand wrote and sent poloroid pictures to those we selected. Then we went to bed where we made love a final time that night.
No sooner then Tom went to work the next day, I was getting dressed and off to the adult bookstore. I told Tom I was going to Altoona to do some shopping. I would too, after I sucked and fucked a few strange dicks!!! I expected the bookstore to be empty that time of morning, but it was packed. I went right to the cashier, got $5 in quarters and went straight back to the booths. There was several guys standing around, once out of the cashier sight, I pulled my t-shirt off as I walked back to my favorite booth. The expression on the guys faces as little 16 year old me walked past, my firm 36c’s bouncing, my puffy nipples getting had, right in front of their faces was priceless. How I loved to tease!!! I walked into the booth with the double glory holes, stripped out of my jeans and stood naked before I deposited my quarters. I heard the doors open and close on both sides of me as I undressed.
I squatted, put a hand in each hole and grabbed onto two stiff dicks. Nothing to note, both were about average. I fondled their balls, the pulled the dicks thru the holes. I went back and forth, from one to the other sucking and jacking their cocks. I had two motuh fulls of cum within minutes of entering the booth. Cock after cock I sucked. I let a few feel my tits, my cunt and my ass as I gave my jaws a break. One guy really fingered my cunt so well, I climaxed. I let him be the first to fuck me. He had a nice 8 inch dick that was fairly thick. He was the first to cum inside me, but I got to suck off three dicks as he slid his dick in and out of my tight bald pussy. I didn’t even bother to move after he came, I just left my cunt by the hole and let the next guy fuck me sight unseen. He must have been small, but I could feel him. He came all to soon, I turned and let the really thin uncut cock I had been sucking on fuck me. I stayed at the bookstore for a couple of hours. I sucked 11 dicks, some twice and let five of them fuck me. I was a mess. I used my fingers to clean as much cum off my cunt and ass and whatever leaked from my mouth, licked my fingers clean, then used a Kleenex to wipe the rest. On my way out, I flirted with the fat older cashier and wound up behind the counter sucking on his small, but tastey cock till he exploded.
I went shopping, I found the mall from the directions Toms Aunt gave me, I also found another bookstore. You know it. I went in and this place was a fancy one. From trucker at the first one to business men at this one, they all wanted a piece of me. I sucked five more dicks thru holes, let three fuck me, but unlike the first place, this place I invited two guys into my booth with me. I gave them the times of their lives. I sucked on their nipples, their cocks and balls and ate out their asses. I let them experience every hole I have. I drove those guys crazy. Again, no really big dicks, the 8 incher from the first store was the biggest of the day. Feeling naughty and sexy, I made my way home.
I was so horny waiting for Tom to get off work, I played with Satan, our Doberman. I needed to get dicked by a long fat dick and Satan never let me down. My satan had a dick almost 10 whole inches long and as thick as a beer bottle when shooting off. Thats how Tom found me, on my hands and knees with the dogs dick buried up my cunt. It was a good explanation for why my pussy was so raw and used. Tom undressed and knelt in front of me. I took his cock in my mouth.
Everyday I would make a run to either of the bookstores, sucking and fucking the guys. For almost two weeks I didn’t get a dick bigger then the 8 incher, but I was having fun. I was inviting more and more guys in my booth for face to face encounters, one time taking on three guys in the booth with me at the same time. The cashiers were beginning to know me and would give me a roll of quarters letting me watch the movies for free, they told me customers were asking about me. I got goose bumps and was instantly excited.
Tom and I went back to the adult bookstore two weeks to the day. Again, Tom watched and then joined in as I sucked and fucked these guys. During the last two weeks I developed regulars. I told them if they ever saw me enter with a guy, that it was my husband so they had to be cool. They all were. This Friday night, there was one guy I really found attractive. He was short, only my size, clean cut, but a trucker. He had a tiny thin dick, but he was good looking. When Tom suggested we find some one to take home, this guy just happened to be the guy I was sucking. I invited him and he was all for it.
We didn’t make it home, but we did make it out to the van where all three of us got naked. As I kissed and let the guy feel me up, Tom ate my cunt. When the guy pulled my husbands head towards his small dick, Tom went straight for it and began sucking the guy like a pro. Then I joined my husband sucking the guy, made the guy lay back on his back and then I straddled him and rode him till he came in my cunt. Tom was right there to lick me clean and clean the short guys cock. Then the guy went down on my husband as Tom kissed and played with my tits. Then Tom got between my legs, the guy, James, I think his name was, knelt by our faces as we both sucked on his small dick. As Tom got more excited, pounding me harder and faster, James moved behind us and began eating out Toms ass. I could see over Toms shoulder when James moved up and began shoving his dick in Toms ass. Tom let out a small yelp as James penetrated his ass. This was the first time Tom had ever had a dick up his ass, I had used strap-ons on him, but he never had the real thing. All I know is Tom gave me one of the best fucks he had ever given me, especially when James came in his ass, Tom really went deep inside me and let loose himself.
After James left, Tom and I headed home. We fucked like teenagers till we collapsed. As we rested smoking a couple of cigarettes and me drinking a rum and coke, Tom a cup of coffee, we checked out the swingers magazines we had bought the first time we had gone to the adult bookstore. I finally agreed to try meeting another couple or single guys for some fun. We choose several from the magazines, wrote them letters and sent them poloroid pictures of Tom and I. We even put in a ad for ourselves. We made love one final time before falling asleep.
Everyday the next week, I made my trip to the adult bookstores. I would spend from two to four hours at a time sucking and fucking guys thru the glory holes. Usually I would invite one or two guys to come into my booth with me for some face to face encounters. The highlite of that week was finding that 8 inch cock, still the biggest one I had come across. You know he was one of the lucky ones to get invited into my booth.
Friday night finally arrived. Tom and I went back to the adult bookstore. Again, Tom watched and took poloroid pictures of me sucking and fucking numerous guys. Tom was a little more active in sucking cock, which I loved seeing and sharing and twice I got him to back his ass to the glory hole as I guided the strangers dick into his rectum. I cleaned his butt of cum both times the guys came in his ass. My husband was becoming a cum slut just like me! That Friday night was also the first time we came across another couple at the glory hole. I was hesitant but we did invite them into the booth with us, It was crowded, but somehow we made it work. I don’t remember their names, if they were ever given, but she was a tiny, almost flat chested, petite, older woman. Very cute, about 40 or so. HE was ruggedly handsome, farmer type. Big, bulky and very clean cut with a cock that could have been my husbands cocks twin. I gave him the time of his life as I watched my husband with another woman for the first time. I got pretty jealous seeing him eat her trimmed cunt and suck on her tiny saggy tits. She sucked his dick, but only took about half in her mouth, and she loved when he fucked her. I rocked her husbands world by deep throating him and he loved my young firm tits and pussy. After they left, I sucked several more dicks and then we went home. We stopped by the post office and was surprised to find a couple of dozen responses to our ad and there were responses from the people we responded to. |
Title: 1986: Thanksgiving
Tags: Fiction, Blowjob, Gay, Incest, Teen Male / Teen Male
Introduction:
Thank you for reading. Let me know what you think.
Content:
It was Thanksgiving weekend in 1986. I was 14 years old and had just finished a huge growth spurt. I grew tall and filled out a bit in most of the right places. I wasn’t as lanky as I used to be, and I had a lot of muscle building up. That was great and all, but my obsession was watching my cock grow. It fascinated me for some reason. I loved looking at it in the floor length mirror in my room while I jerked off. I had become a little obsessed with comparing my cock with every other cock I could get my eyes on.
It all began last year when they made us start showering after gym class. I saw all the boys I grew up with naked for the first time. It was exhilarating for some reason. I loved looking at all the different sizes and seeing who had hair and who didn’t. Pre growth spurt I was in the middle when it came to both. My friend Travis was really something to behold, every day in the showers I had to stop myself from constantly staring at his cock. It was the biggest manliest cock I had ever seen, in person. That is until I saw my older brother Gabe naked for the first time after he went through puberty.
Gabe was two years older than me, and he was my hero, even though he was a dick to me most of the time, it was hard not to like him. He was smart, funny and had a body-made for sports. He had lots of friends, and the girls loved him. All the same tired bullshit you read in these stories, but it was true with Gabe.
I had feelings for him that I couldn’t articulate. Love between brothers can be a strange thing.
Growing up we did everything together; we shared the same room and took baths together. We were naked around each other all the time and it was no big thing. That all changed the summer my brother turned 13. He became moody and distant from me. Everyone but me thought it was best that he moved to the room down in the basement.
It took a couple of years until I hit puberty and discovered jerking off, that I realized why Gabe wanted his own room. But at the time I couldn’t help but be hurt by it. He grew up fast over the next few years and left me and our boyhood ways behind.
He would lash out at me and make a big deal of not letting me hang out with him and his friends. They always played football with all the “older” guys in the neighborhood and Gabe always made me stay home.
Last year right after I started showering in the locker room, I was playing Nintendo in the rec room down in the basement. It was a great sanctuary down there. It had orange shag carpet and dark wood paneled walls. There was couch and an old tv set up with a Nintendo and an Atari. The TV was set up against the wall between Gabe’s room and the bathroom. Gabe came out of the bathroom after his shower, and he didn’t have a towel on.
This was new, Gabe always had a towel on when he went to his room. But this time he just casually walked out naked, led by the longest thickest cock I had ever seen. It was about five inches flaccid and thick; his cock head was barely peeking out from under his foreskin. It was perfect.
Gabe’s balls were hanging so low with his soft, thick cock laying on his sack.
I lost my breath. Without thinking I moved my hand down and adjusted my growing cock. I had never gotten hard looking at another guy’s cock.
I realized how obvious I was being and jerked my hand away from my crotch. I looked up to see if Gabe had caught me, but he seemed to be intentionally ignoring me.
He walked in front of the TV into his room without looking at me and left his door wide open. He stopped in front of his dresser and bent down to grab a pair of his jockeys. He wore different colored jockeys, and I always thought that he was so grown up and manly.
Gabe was facing away from me, so I got the full show of his tight hairless ass bending over with his low hanging sack centered between his legs. My hand moved back to my cock; I couldn’t help myself.
Gabe turned to the side as I rubbed my hardon through my shorts. He stood in profile as he put his red jockeys on. As he pulled them up, it looked like his cock was getting hard. He tucked it away and walked towards me to the bedroom door. The bulge in his red jockeys grew thicker and longer with every step he took. He looked out at me, as he closed the door and said, “I’m going to take a nap.” He looked down at my hand on my cock just as he shut the door.
My face was hot with blood. I felt dizzy and horny in a way I never had before. Why was my brother making me so hot. I had never really gotten turned on by seeing another guy naked. It was always just a fascination I had and I liked to compare.
I slowly rubbed my cock as all these new feelings rushed over me. I pulled my shorts and white jockeys down. My hard four-inch cock (this was before my growth spurt) hit my lower stomach with a loud smack. I didn’t care, our parents never came down here and honestly at this point I didn’t care if I got caught by Gabe. I almost wanted to.
My brain was on fire. I had to take a deep breath and slow down, because otherwise I would have torn my cock off by the root. I slowly pulled my foreskin down off my cock head and it was soaked.
I had never had this much pre cum leaking out before. I loved the lubrication it was giving between my skin and my cock head. It felt so amazing. I let out a muffled moan. That’s when I heard it, Gabe moaned loud enough I could hear it through the wall.
I stopped moving my hand and listened carefully. I heard it again, “Gabe is jerking off too.” I listened to my brother’s moans as I started jerking my cock like I never had before. It felt so perverse and hot. Gabe’s moans were doing something to me and my cock that had never happened before. It felt so good I wanted it to last forever. I could tell Gabe was getting close to cumming, his moans were getting louder and more erratic. I barely lasted two minutes before I completely lost it and came with a loud moan.
The first shot of cum landed across my open mouth. I had never tasted cum before and it seemed so hot to have it shot into my mouth. I thought it tasted good and licked the rest of it off my lips. I felt so dirty. It made me wonder what Gabe’s tasted like.
I was painting my chest with shot after shot of cum when I heard my brother yell out as he came. I basked in the glow of the best orgasm I had ever had, trying to catch my breath as I laid back on the couch.
After that Gabe became real liberal with his nudity. He would always come out of the bathroom naked and ignore me like I wasn’t even there. It was almost like he wanted me to look at his naked cock and ass and was giving me a chance to check him out without fear of being caught.
This happened at least twice a week. Gabe would flash his cock and ass at me, and then we would jerkoff “together” while he was in his room, and I was on the couch with the door closed.
We never talked about it, and it never went further than that. But I became obsessed with my brother and his cock, even when we weren’t jerking off “together” I would lay in bed stroking my cock and fantasize about my brother coming in my room and catching me.
Sometimes when Gabe was jerking off in his room, I would walk over to his door completely naked and put my ear up to the door so I could hear his moans better. I would jerk off into my hand and eat my cum. A few times I got the urge to open the door and see what would happen. But I always chickened out.
His large ball sack drove me crazy too. There were a few times it took everything I had not to whip my cock out when he would bend over to grab his underwear. I would see his sack between his legs and would have to stop myself from burying my face in his ball sack and tant.
Over the next year I grew a lot, and my cock did too. I went from four inches hard to six. I was no longer in the middle when it came to cock size in the locker room showers, I was moving to the top of the class.
Gabe’s cock grew another inch or so. I kept tabs, being that I got to see it a few times a week when he would do his little naked parade through the rec room. I thought about coming out of the bathroom naked when Gabe was playing video games to see what would happen. But every time I thought of doing it, I would get hard, and I wanted to be a little more casual about it. In most situations, a hard cock is not casual.
It drove me crazy that I never actually got to see him fully hard. He always got his jockeys up before he reached full mast.
Other than the weekly naked parades, things didn’t change much between us. He was still a dick to me and would exclude me from hanging out with his friends. So, it was a shock to me when Gabe asked me to come play a game of football with him and his friends.
I was laying in my room, not jerking off for a change, reading a book. It was the day after Thanksgiving and Gabe was hanging out in the rec room with his friends. We had a nice Thanksgiving dinner the day before. Our aunt, uncle and some cousins came over. It was nice, but I was glad that none of them were staying for the weekend.
Like every year I knew Gabe and his friends were going to have their annual Thanksgiving football game, and after being rejected so many times I stopped asking to play a few years back.
Gabe came into my room and said, “You want to come play football, Bro?” My face flushed because he never called me “Bro”. Even though he was a dick to me most times I still worshipped him. So, him calling me bro made me feel so high. I was still skeptical though and shot him a dubious look, “Yeah right, Gabe.”
He looked at me seriously and said, “No Mike, I mean it.” He sat down on the edge of my bed and patted my leg, now I really regrated that I wasn’t jerking off when he came in.
“You’ve really filled out this past year and you got your manly weight.” He grabbed my bicep and chuckled. “And I was about your age when I got to start playing with the big boys.”
He got up and walked towards the door. I watched his ass in his tight sweats. He got to the door and said, “Kick off is in 20, be there or be square.” I was left speechless. Was I really getting to play football with my 16-year-old brother and his friends?
I jumped up excitedly and stripped down naked. My cock instantly grew to its full 6 inches with the head peeking out of my foreskin as if to say “Hi,” “Not now old friend.” I said aloud.
I looked around in my dresser to find my favorite pair of jockeys. I was sick of having to wear whitey tighties while my brother wore jockeys in different colors, so I stole his red pair, my favorite color on him. They made me feel manlier and like I was an equal to Gabe.
I tucked my cock into my brother’s underwear and put on a pair of sweats, a tee shirt and a hoodie.
I walked out into the crisp fall air. It was cold, but for New England in late November we were lucky it wasn’t snowing.
They played football in an empty lot a block from our house. I was a bit nervous when I was walking up, I could see my brother and all his friends, Curtis Douglas, John Sands, Derick Johnson, these guys were like gods to me. I would watch them play football every Friday night and so desperately wanted to be like them, I fantasized about showering with them in the locker room after the game. They were all wearing sweats and hoodies like me.
John was the biggest of them all, I always wondered how big his cock was. I walked up as John turned and was the first to see me, I could see the outline of his cock in his sweats. It looked big and it looked like he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
John looked me up and down and said, “Hey Mikey,” he got close to me and felt my biceps “you’re looking good. Are you ready to play with the big boys?” I couldn’t believe John Sands touched me and said I looked good. I blushed a little more than I’d like to admit, otherwise I was able to keep it together enough to walk away and said, “Hell yeah Johnny Boy.” I’m not sure where I found the confidence.
Everyone looked over and a few guys said, “Hey Mikey.” Last year I started going with Mike after being Mikey all my life. I had grown to hate it and would normally correct people when they called me Mikey but for some reason, I liked it when this group of guys used it.
Gabe and John were the team captains and got to pick teams. Gabe had the first and said “Mike.” I was shocked and a little dubious. Was this a set up?
There were a few “Awww’s” as I walked over to stand next to my brother. Even with the feeling that I was being set up I couldn’t help but feel all warm inside that my big brother picked me first. He ruffled my hair as I stood next to him. Why was he being so nice to me?
After the teams were picked, we played a hybrid of touch and tackle football. Nobody got too rough, we were just having a good time. I made a touchdown that Gabe passed to me, and I was on cloud nine.
Towards the end of the game Gabe passed the ball to me and I started running for the makeshift end zone.
I felt something pull in my left inner thigh. I grabbed my leg as I fell to the ground and yelled. The pain was intense. The game stopped and everyone gathered around me.
Gabe got down on his knees next to me. “Where does it hurt?” I grabbed my inner thigh and said, “It’s the inside of my leg.” Gabe brushed my hand away and started rubbing my inner thigh through my sweats.
I kind of jerked when he put his hand so far up my leg. Once he dug his fingers into my muscle I moaned in pain.
John was standing above me and said, “Looks like he’s got a Charlie horse.” Gabe continued working his fingers into the muscle and said, “Yeah.” He looked at me “Can you stand up?” “Maybe.” I said.
A few of the guys helped me up and Gabe had me put my arm around his shoulder to help me walk. Gabe said, “Let’s get you home.”
The guys clapped and said, “Good game Mikey.” I blushed again.
My brother helped me get home and into the basement. He sat me down on the couch and got on his knees in front of me. The pain had subsided enough that I was more focused on my brother being in between my spread legs. Gabe pulled on my legs, “Bring your ass up to the edge of the cushion and lay back.” I did as I was told, Gabe spread my legs even further apart.
He massaged my inner thigh, and it hurt, but it also felt kinda good to have Gabe rubbing me so close to my cock.
I moaned in pain (and pleasure) as my cock grew to its full thickness.
Gabe seemed to be getting frustrated and said, “I can’t do this.” My heart sank and I thought this was over.
“You’ve gotta lose the sweats baby Bro.” I went from disappointment to panic. I couldn’t let my brother see me with a hard-on.
I looked at him between my legs and said, “I can’t do that right now.” He smiled back and said, “Don’t worry Mikey I’ve been in sports for my whole life. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen.” “Yeah but..” I protested, Gabe interrupted me and said, “And it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked like a hundred times.”
This was the first time either one of us acknowledged his naked parades. But I was still embarrassed for some reason even though I wanted to see where this would go. The pain I was feeling was quickly turning into unabashed lust.
I said, “Ok, but don’t laugh.” Gabe chuckled and said, “If you’re like me baby bro, you don’t have anything to laugh at.” He looked up and flashed me his million-dollar smile. I melted a little.
I stood up and Gabe pulled my sweats down. My cock throbbed.
Gabe got my sweats down to my knees and said, “What the fuck.” I looked down to see his face about six inches away from my hard cock tucked tightly into his red Jockeys.
My face flushed as he looked up at me. “I was wondering where those went. Are you some kind of underwear pervert?” “No.” I said, “I just like them. I hate my white ones and well…” “Well, what.” he asked inquisitively. “Well, I just wanted to be more like you, I guess.” Gabe didn’t react and said, “I see.” My face grew even redder, feeling like I had done something wrong.
Gabe pulled my sweats down the rest of the way, and I stepped out of them. Suddenly I felt very hot. I took my hoodie off and threw it to the side.
Gabe looked at my hard six-inch cock pulsing in his underwear, “My god Mikey you’ve grown a lot since that last time I saw you…” He trailed off before snaping out of it and said, “Sit back down.”
I couldn’t believe my brother had just complimented my cock size, I beamed with pride.
Now, I was almost naked. Sitting in just a tee shirt and Gabe’s red jockeys with him kneeling between my legs. I felt dizzy in the best way.
Gabe took off his hoodie and threw it to the side. He touched the naked flesh of my inner thigh for the first time and the precum started flowing out of my cock.
I felt so embarrassed, but I also felt hot euphoria.
He rubbed deep into my muscle, and I moaned. Gabe laughed and looked up at me, “I had this happen at football practice last year and the coach sent me to the trainer who did the same thing to me.” I moaned again as he moved his fingers all the way up my thigh and touched the hem of my underwear.
My moans went between pleasure and pain. I think Gabe could tell the difference. He rubbed up my leg again and brushed his finger across my sensitive sack. I let out a big sigh. “How’s that feel baby bro?” “Great.” I said without looking down at him.
He rubbed his fingers across my sack again and said, “Jesus, you’ve grown.” He wrapped his fingers around my balls as if it was a medical exam.
I moaned as more precum leaked out of my cock head making a dark red stain on Gabe’s underwear. Gabe chucked and I said, “You think so?” “Yeah man, they are bigger than mine were when I was 14.” I beamed with pride.
He rubbed his hand up my hard shaft and said “Your cock is bigger too.” I sucked in a sharp breath and responded, “But your cock is so big, and perfect.” I whispered the last part as horniness took over and I lost my filter. “Oh yeah, has little bro been checking out big bro?” Big indeed, I thought.
I finally looked down at him and said, “It’s kinda hard not to. You’re always walking around naked and bending over naked.” “You like that?” Gabe asked. I looked away from him and quietly said, “Maybe.” Gabe put his finger on the huge dark red stain. “Jesus Mikey, you’ve soaked my shorts.” “My shorts.” I said with a smile. Gabe laughed and said, “No these are mine. We will go and get you some of your own.”
Gabe looked at the wet spot and said, “You know if you were in the trainer’s office in the locker room right now you wouldn’t even have these on.” He snapped the elastic of my underwear. I gulped. “I mean you’ve pretty much soaked these anyway.” Gabe said, “Why don’t we get these off.” I couldn’t believe my big brother wanted to see me naked.
I looked at him and said, “I’m embarrassed. You haven’t seen me naked in years.” Gabe cupped my cock in his hand and said, “Like I said baby bro, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, you’re almost as big as me.”
My head was spinning. “Stand up.” He said. I stood up. “You’ll have to get used to being naked while guys rub you down if you want to play sports in high school.”
Gabe looked up at me with his face about 5” away from my underwear clad cock. I looked down at him and swallowed hard. I held my breath as my brother hooked his fingers into the band of my underwear. He looked up at me, “You ready Bro?” “Yes.” I whispered.
He pulled the elastic out over my cock and slowly pulled my underwear down my trembling legs. My brother seemed transfix at the sight before him; his little brothers hard 6” pulsing, dripping cock. My foreskin was pull back exposing most of my glistening cock head.
He just stared at it as I stepped out of my underwear. I had to say his name twice before I broke the spell my cock had him under.
Gabe looked up at me and stuttered, “Yeah, Mikey sit back down.” I sat down and said, “You, Ok?” My brother chuckled and said, “Yeah, I just didn’t think you were going to be so big.” I beamed. “And also, it’s kinda cool to see another uncut dick.” “Are you the only one in your gym class too?” I asked, “I think we’re the only ones in the school.”
Gabe pulled my ass to the edge of the couch. I laid back and could feel my nut sack hanging between my leg’s mere inches from my brother’s face.
Gabe looked my hard cock over. He was so close to it I felt his hot breath on it when he let out a big sigh. My cock twitched.
My brother moved his hands between my legs and rubbed my thigh again. I flinched at his touch. He laughed and said, “This is much better. Skin to skin nothing getting in the way.” My thigh didn’t really hurt much anymore but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
He moved his hand all the way up my leg, the back of his hand kept touching my sack. I softly moaned every time he did this.
He seemed to be in deep thought as he absentmindedly rubbed my leg, His eyes were fixed on my cock as the pre cum flowed out of it. Gabe stopped and looked at me. “How does your muscle feel.” “Better.” I said. “Good.” He said, “Maybe we should stop then.”
It was more of a question than a statement. I wanted to scream “No, please keep rubbing me.” But I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I looked at him with pleating eyes as we shared a long heavy pause as we studied each other with my cock pulsing in between us.
My brother looked back at my cock before softly stuttering out, “Do you need me to rub you anywhere else?”
The question hung in the air for a minute. Not because I had second thoughts or anything I just couldn’t comprehend that my big brother was asking if he could rub my naked cock.
I was dizzy with lust and anticipation. Finally, I was able to find my voice and quietly said “Maybe.” Gabe raised his eyebrows and said, “Maybe, huh.” With lust and desperation in my voice I said, “Please, Gabe.” He smiled at me and moved his fingers across my naked sack. I sucked in air and moaned, “Oh, please god, Gabe.”
Gabe lightly moved his fingers over my cock and said, “Well, I have always wanted to play with another uncut cock.” “Really?” I asked as my body shuddered from his touch. “Well, maybe just yours, Mikey.”
My mind was blown. Did my older brother/ hero just say he’s always wanted to play with my cock? “What?” I said. Gabe wrapped his hand around my cock and pulled my foreskin down below my mushroom head. I moaned. Gabe staired at the precum leaking out of my cock and rubbed it into my cock head with his thumb, my whole body jerked.
Gabe looked at me and said, “That’s why I had to get my own room. I was so horny all the time and you were always naked around me. All I wanted to do was put your little cock in my mouth. So, I had to get away from you.” I moaned as Gabe rubbed his thumb over my cock head one last time before moving his hand down my shaft and slowly moving my foreskin up and down over my cock head.
It all made sense now, but I couldn’t focus enough to take it all in, my hormones were pumping way too fast. I looked at my brother and asked with an unsteady voice, “Do you still want to put it in your mouth?”
He looked in my eyes and squeezed my cock, more pre cum flowed out. Gabe was transfixed by it and quietly said “Maybe.” He locked eyes with me and slowly moved his mouth towards my cock. He pulled my foreskin down and licked my virgin, precum covered cock head. I sucked air in between my teeth and moaned. He swirled his tongue around my sensitive head lapping up all the precum he could. I squirmed and almost yelled, “Oh, fuck Gabe.” I had no control over the volume of my voice.
He sat back on his legs and moved my precum around in his mouth and said “You taste Sweet baby bro.” he looked up at me and laughed a little.
He reached out and started stroking my cock. I looked at his big manly hand wrapped around my cock and threw my head back and moaned, “Oh fuck Gabe. I love you.” Gabe smiled and said, “I love you too Mikey.”
It felt so incredible, and I couldn’t believe it was finally happening. I thought about what he said about him wanting to suck my cock when he was thirteen and I was eleven. I wish it had happened.
I was breathing heavy and getting close to cumming and all I could think about was seeing my brother’s hard cock. It had been a long year of being teased.
Through heavy breath I asked, “Would it be ok if you were naked too? I want to see your hard cock.” Gabe stopped stroking and looked at me with lust in his eyes. He stood up and took his shirt off, “Take your shirt off too.” He said, “I want you completely naked.”
Gabe took his shirt off and went for his sweats as I threw my shirt to the side. I was finally completely naked in front of my big brother. I slapped his hand away as he went to push his sweats down “Hold on.” I said as I sat up. “Let me do it.”
Gabe moved his hands, and I slowly pulled his sweats down. His cock was pulsing in a green pair of jockeys. I rubbed it cock through the green fabric, and he moaned. I looked up at him as I started to pull his jockeys down but stopped.
Gabe looked down at me quizzically, “I’ve wanted to see you’re cock hard for so long. You always put your underwear on before I could see it.” I said. Gabe smiled down at me and said, “I can be a real tease sometimes.” I rubbed his cock again and said, “No shit.”
I looked at Gabe and said, “Do you want me to take your underwear off big brother?”
Gabe shuddered as I rubbed his full seven and a half inches through his underwear. He weakly said, “Oh god, please little brother.”
I wanted to see his hard cock slap against his abs. I hooked my fingers into his waistband and slowly pulled his jockeys down. His cock got caught in the band his underwear, just like I wanted. Right before I pulled them all the way down, I looked up at my brother and smiled.
I couldn’t wait any longer, I pulled them past his cock. It sprang up and slapped his abbs with a very satisfying wet smack.
His cock head was so covered in precum that it splashed a thin line up my face with some landing across my mouth. I looked up at my brother again and licked his precum off my lips, “Sweet.” I said. Gabe smiled at me.
Now I had full unadulterated access to my brother’s impressive cock. It looked so thick and long. I was in love. “It’s perfect.” I whispered.
Gabe blushed. I reached my hand out and wrapped it around his pulsing cock. When I touched it, Gabe sucked in a hiss of air. I pulled his foreskin down and so much precum leaked down his shaft. I rubbed my fingers over his huge cock head as I gently grabbed his large nut sack with my other hand.
My brother moaned and jerked. He grabbed my hand and reluctantly removed it from his cock. “Not yet baby bro, I’ve got something I’ve been wanting to do for way to long.” I was dizzy with lust. “Lay back.” He said as he got down on his knees in front of me.
“Oh god,” I thought as I laid back, my yearlong fantasy is coming true. I’m about to get my first blowjob and it’s from my brother.
I smiled down at him as he reached out and grabbed my cock.
My eyes rolled back in my head as Gabe slowly pulled the foreskin off the head of my cock. Precum was oozing out of my mushroom tip. Gabe stuck his tongue out and licked all the precum off. I shuddered and yelled “Fuck” Gabe smiled and took my cock head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. My body involuntarily jerked, and the most amazing feeling washed over me “Oh fuck Gabe.” I moaned.
Gabe smiled up at me and said, “Does that feel good little brother?” “Yes!” I huffed. “Please don’t stop.” Gabe put my cock head back into his mouth. I grabbed two fist full of his hair as he slowly moved his mouth down my hard shaft. I could feel every inch of my cock slid into Gabe’s mouth, it was the best feeling I have ever had. My moaning was constant as I choked out, “My brother is sucking my cock.” It felt so good to say it out loud.
Gabe moaned and swallowed my entire cock to its pulsing root. I choked out a breath as my entire body twitched. He was a pro from the start.
I wondered if he had ever done this before. I lost my train of thought when he squeezed my balls as he moved his head back up my shaft. I convulsed again and thought I might cum right then.
He quickly took my entire cock into his throat again. Even though this was my first blowjob I could tell my brother was good at it.
“Is this your first time?” I asked through shuddering breaths. He looked up at me as he pulled my glistening cock out of his mouth. “Yes, baby bro. Yours is the first cock I ever sucked.” “Oh,” I said, “You’re really good at it.” He smiled and said, “Thanks.”
He took no time to devour my cock again. I twitched and moaned. I clinched his short hair in my fists and started humping my hips into his mouth. He seemed to have no gag reflex as I shoved my cock in and out of his mouth. My cock head felt great in his throat, but his lips wrapped around my root really drove me crazy, to know my cock was completely inside my brother’s mouth.
We both moaned as my body took over and I fucked Gabe’s mouth. At this point I think I was speaking in tongues. I was able to let out a string of “Gabe…Gabe.” As the most intense orgasm built in my body. “Gabe…I’m gonna cum.” I moaned out. “unhh..uhh..umh, Gabe I’m going to cum.” I said again trying to give him a chance to pull my cock out of his mouth. But he just moaned with anticipation, and I thought that was so hot. I said, “Do you want your little brother to cum in your mouth?” Gabe moaned and shook his head up and down as he swallowed my cock again. My humping got more erratic as the orgasm took over. “Oh god, I’m cumming!!” My body went rigid, and I moaned as I shot the biggest load of my life into my brother’s mouth.
After the first shot my body twitched uncontrollably as I shot four more ropes of cum into Gabe’s mouth. He was moaning as much as I was. It was so fucking hot. I writhed and twitched as my brother moaned and swallowed my cum.
My cock head got sensitive as my brother tried to suck more cum out of it. I went from pushing his head up and down my cock to pushing his hungry mouth away. “Unh.. unh, Gabe, stop.. I can’t…” Gabe reluctantly pull his mouth off my twitching cock and sat back. I let my body relax in the best afterglow of my life. My brother and I looked at each other as we tried to catch our breath.
I looked down at my brother’s pulsing cock. It was like a volcano of precum. It was sliding down his shaft onto his long nut sack. I licked my chops without even thinking about it.
Finally, Gabe asked, “Did that feel good little brother?” I couldn’t answer in words. I just kind of grunted and smiled at him. “I’ve been jerking off to that fantasy for the last year,” He kind of rolled his eyes and said, “Try three years.” I still couldn’t believe my brother had wanted me in this way since he was 13.
I looked back down at his slick cock. I sat up and brought my hand down to it and slid my fingers down his slick shaft. Gabe moaned and looked at me, “You can do anything you want to me.” That threw me a bit. All I really wanted to do was bury his cock in my throat, but now I wanted to do things a little differently.
I thought about all the times my brother teased me by bending over to grab his jockeys and his long heavy ball sack hanging between his legs. The space between his sack and his ass was always so inviting.
I stroked his cock a few times while he moaned. “I want you to go in your bedroom and bend over to get your jockeys like you’ve teased me with a hundred times. But this time I want you to stay bent over.” Gabe looked slightly worried, “You’re not going to fuck me, are you?” I stopped stroking his cock and squeezed it. “No big brother, I’ve got other ideas.”
I let go of his cock and Gabe stood up. His cock was right in my face. I couldn’t help myself and reached my hand out and pulled back his foreskin and licked the precum off the head of his cock.
Gabe wasn’t expecting this, his knees went weak, and he let out a high pitch moan. I swirled my tongue around his glands and took his cock head in my mouth. “Oh god, Mikey. That feels so good.” I thought so too. His cock head felt great on my tongue and lips.
I gave his cock head a few good sucks then reluctantly pulled it out of my mouth. I looked up at his disappointed face and said, “Run along now. Go get your jockeys.”
Gabe grunted and walked to his room. Before he made it to the door, I said, “And who keeps their underwear in their bottom drawer anyway.” Gabe chuckled and flashed me that smile again.
I waited until he was bent over before I got up off the couch. As I walked towards him, I looked at his low hanging sack and his ass. It was so tight and muscular. My mouth watered as I placed my hands on his ass and got down on my knees.
“Mikey?” Gabe asked. I answered his question by burying my face in his sack and his taint. I licked him up and down. Gabe moaned and almost fell forward. I caught him and ran my hands up and down his thick hairy legs.
His nut sack was so soft, and something was hard under it. That’s when I realized your shaft continues down behind your nut sack before in goes into your body right under your ass. I hungerly ran my tongue along that part of his shaft covered by his sack.
Gabe twitched and moaned, “Oh fuck Mikey.”
My tongue got close to his ass a few times, but I was not ready for that. I stuck to his taint and his amazing ball sack.
I reached my hand between his legs and grabbed his nut sack and pulled it back between his legs. I wanted to put both of his balls in my mouth, but they definitely wouldn’t fit. So, I licked his balls before I took his right nut into my mouth. It felt so warm. Gabe moaned. I could feel him stroking his cock. I reached around and slapped his hand away. “Oh, fuck little brother, I need to cum!!”
I released his right nut and put his left one in my mouth and lightly sucked on it. Gabe jerked when I ran my hand between his legs up his slick shaft. “Mikey,” Gabe moaned, “That feels sooo good.” I stroked his cock as I popped his nut out of my mouth and ran my tongue up and down his taint. Gabe was breathing heavily and said, “Don’t stop. You’re going to make me cum.”
As much as I hated doing it, I pulled my hand and my tongue away. I had other things in mind. Gabe grunted and said, “Aww fuck man. I was so close.”
I stood up “You said I could do whatever I wanted.” I slapped his ass and said, “Go lay on the bed.”
Gabe stood up and turned around. His cock was red and pulsing. It looked like it might explode. He laid on his bed with his cock laying on his stomach. I crawled up between his legs. Gabe spread them a bit to give me room. His eyes were locked on me the whole time. With such desperation in his voice he asked, “Are you going to suck it?” “Maybe.” I said with a wink.
I crawled up to his cock and licked from the bottom of his sack to the tip of his cock. He was covered in precum, “You taste great.” “Thanks,” he said, “I think I might explode if you don’t put my cock in your mouth baby bro.”
I grabbed his cock and said, “I think you might be right.”
I pulled his foreskin back and licked his cock head. Gabe twitched and moaned. I slowly took my brothers cock into my mouth. I didn’t realize how thick it was at first, I really had to stretch my mouth to get past his cock head. It felt so hot. I slowly moved my mouth down his shaft. Gabe moaned and grabbed at the bed sheet with one hand while I felt the other hand on the back of my head. He ran his fingers through my hair and took a deep shuddering breath in as I continued moving my mouth down his shaft.
I could only take about two thirds of it in before it hit the back of my throat. I moved back up his shaft and moaned. My brothers cock felt so good in my mouth.
I moved his foreskin back up his shaft and stuck my tongue between his skin and his cockhead. I swirled my tongue around as Gabe moved his ass up off the bed twitching and moaning.
I moved my other hand up to his nut sack and massaged them as I took his cock back in my mouth and moved my mouth up and down his shaft as I slid his foreskin up and down with the same rhythm.
Gabe put his ass back on the bed and moaned, “Oh fuck little brother. I’ve never felt this good.”
I took his cock out of my mouth and continued stroking, “Is this your first blowjob?” I asked. “Oh god, yes.” He moaned.
I smiled and took my brothers virgin cock back in my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was giving my stud of a brother his first blowjob. I felt so special.
I still could only go about two-thirds of the way down, but I wanted the whole thing, and so did my brother. He started to press down on my head and moved his hips up again with his ass coming up off the bed.
Now or never, I thought.
The next time his cock hit my throat I just kept going. Gabe moaned and applied more pressure to the back of my head.
I felt his cock enter my throat. I panicked for a second before I started breathing through my nose. Surprisingly I didn’t choke as his cock moved slowly down my throat.
I felt his pubic hair on my nose and knew I had achieved my goal. Gabe pushed harder keeping his cock buried in my throat, “Oh god little brother. You’re going to make me cum.”
I moved back up his shaft and then took his entire cock into my throat again. It was much easier the second time. I wrapped my lips around his thick root, it felt so hot to not only have a thick cock completely in my mouth, but to have my brothers’ thick cock shoved down my throat.
I massaged his balls as my brother took over and erratically fucked my face. I took his cock all the way down to the root four more times before Gabe yelled, “Mikey, I’m going to fucking cum.”
I moaned on his cock waiting for him to cum in my mouth. Gabe was stuttering out moans as he blasted his first load in my throat. I moaned as I felt my brothers cum slide down my throat.
I moved back up his shaft as he shot two more loads in my mouth. I always wanted to see my brother cum, so I pulled my mouth from his cock as I stroked it up and down. Gabe bucked his hips and grunted, “Oh god baby bro.” and shot three more big loads all over my face. It was crazy, throat, mouth and my face were covered in my brothers cum, and I couldn’t have been happier. I put his cock back in my mouth and sucked and milked it.
Gabe twitched as he kept repeating, “Oh Mikey, Oh Mikey.”
His cock didn’t seem to get as sensitive as mine did, so I kept sucking it and milking it with one hand while the other continued to rub his balls.
Gabe’s body started to relax but his cock stayed hard. I reluctantly pulled his cock out of my mouth.
I sat back on my legs and realized how hard my cock was throbbing I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed it, precum pretty much shot out of it.
I looked at my brother laying there in complete ecstasy having just shared our first blowjobs together. I wiped some of Gabe’s cum from my face and rubbed it all over my cock.
I wanted him to be able to just lay there and enjoy his orgasm high, but I was hungry, and I couldn’t ignore my pulsing cock.
Gabe’s cock was still hard and glistening. I moved my hand up to it and rubbed more of his cum all over it.
Gabe looked down at me and said, “Oh fuck Mikey.”
I locked eyes with him and moved up between his legs. “What are you doing?” “Whatever I want.” I said. “That was the deal, right?”
I moved my legs up under his and laid my cock on his. I grabbed both cocks and pushed them together. I wrapped my hand as far around them as I could (which was not much I thought proudly.) and stroked both cocks together. I lost myself in a trance sliding my hand up and down these two thick cocks. They looked so great together, and I could almost die with the amazing way it felt to have my brother’s cock rubbing against mine.
Gabe moaned and snapped me out of my trance, I looked up at him and his half open eye locked on mine.
I let go of our cocks and leaned forward and put my hands on either side of Gabe. Our bodies pressed together, and I felt our cocks rub each other as we both moaned. Our eyes stayed locked on each other. “I love you Gabe.” “I love you too Mikey.”
I moved my head down and buried it in the side of his neck and wrapped my arms around him. Gabe wrapped his around my back and his legs around my hips. I had never felt so safe and connected to someone. This was a part of sex I was not expecting, but it was amazing.
I started sliding my cock up and down his. They were so slippery with cum and saliva, it felt so good. I felt my nut sack drape over his sliding up and down it as I humped his cock. We both moaned and I could feel Gabe’s hot breath in my ear. It drove me crazy.
Gabe licked my ear and sent shivers down my spine. Gabe whispered in my ear, “Oh fuck baby brother. Your cock feels so good.” “Oh god,” I said, “So does yours.”
I started humping faster as I opened my mouth and started sucking on Gabe’s neck.
Gabe moaned and bucked his hips up to meet my rhythm. Gabe bit my ear as we moaned and humped each other faster and faster.
I never felt anything as wonderful as my naked body lying on my brothers. Our chests and cocks rubbing together. My brother had such a hot body, and it felt so good under me.
Gabe started breathing heavily and bucking his hips up harder and faster. I moved my head up, so we were face to face. Gabe looked into my eyes and said, “Oh fuck, little brother you’re going to make me cum again.” “Me too, Oh fuck, me too!!”
We both moaned as I felt my orgasm built. Gabe moved his head up and kissed me. I was not expecting this, but I felt electric sparks as I had my first kiss. I parted my lips and took his tongue into my mouth. It felt so great the way our tongues danced around and rubbed against each other like our bodies.
I couldn’t take it anymore and moaned into Gabe’s mouth as I came between our bodies.
Gabe moaned too as we continued to passionately kiss. He bucked his hips up and I felt his cock twitch as he shot rope after rope of cum between our bodies as his body shuddered.
Once Gabe unwrapped his legs from around me and relaxed a little, I laid my naked body on his as we tried to catch our breath. If it felt like a mile earlier, this felt like ten. I finally found enough strength to flip over on the bed next to my brother.
We laid next to each other covered in sweat and cum completely spent. I had never felt this way, all the endorphins running through my body mixed with the passion and physical workout. I was in heaven.
After a good few minutes, I finally said, “That was intense.” “That was a long time cumming.” Gabe said with a smile. I chuckled.
I stood up on unsteady legs and went into the rec room and grabbed Gabe’s red jockeys I had stolen.
I got back on the bed and used them to clean up all the cum on his stomach. There was so much of it.
I handed the cum soaked jockeys to Gabe and said, “Here, you can have these back.” Gabe laughed and I said, “So when are you going to take me to get my own?” Gabe tussled my hair like I was a little kid and said, “In time my little brother, In time." |
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