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Housesitting Ch. 06 | 64,985 | 4.54 | 357,264 | [
"stepbrother",
"stepsister",
"shower",
"female masturbation"
] | When Henry woke the next morning, he briefly wondered why he was surrounded by pink. Then he remembered the events of the night before. He was naked in his stepsister's bed after spending most of the night fucking her.
Kirstin wasn't in bed with him, though, which was unfortunate since his cock was painfully hard. Henry stroked it for a few minutes, letting thoughts and images from the previous night flow through his brain, then decided that it would be better if Kirstin was the one stroking him. He got up and went to find her.
As he passed the bathroom, he heard the shower running. It made sense that was where Kirstin would be; she'd showered before they'd gone out to dinner the night before, but hadn't showered since, and they'd definitely gotten down and dirty in the meantime. Just thinking about fucking Kirstin in the men's room at the restaurant made Henry's cock jump.
He opened the bathroom door and was greeted by a cloud of steam. Over the sound of the running water, he heard moans and gasps. Was Kirstin masturbating in the shower? Henry pushed back the shower curtain.
Kirstin had the hand-held massage showerhead in her hand, aimed straight at her pussy. Her other hand was occupied with the nipples on her gorgeous tits. She looked at Henry and smiled. "I was hoping you'd wake up soon."
"But you decided to entertain yourself in the meantime?" he asked.
"Sure, why not?" She aimed the showerhead at his hard-on. "Doesn't that feel good?"
"Yeah, but you're getting water all over the floor."
"Then get in here and let's have some fun."
Henry stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. Not that anyone would find them; his father and Kirstin's mother were away for the weekend. They'd asked Henry to look after the house while they were gone, even though Kirstin lived there and was old enough to take care of things. From what she'd told Henry, she spent a lot of her free time taking care of her own horniness.
Kirstin aimed the showerhead at his cock again. "This is fun!" she exclaimed.
"Give me that."
"Make me."
They wrestled over the showerhead until Henry finally thrust his finger into Kirstin's pussy. She gasped and loosened her hold on the showerhead, which Henry was able to yank away from her. "You jerk!" Kirstin said. "That's cheating!"
"Really?" Henry aimed the stream of water at her clit. "Still think I cheated?"
"Yes, and you're cheating now, trying to make me forget about it." She moaned softly. "Oh, fuck, Henry, that feels so good!"
"Yeah, so why are you complaining about it?"
"Because you cheated!"
"Get over it." He fiddled with the knob on the showerhead that increased the intensity of the flow. "How does it feel now?"
"Holy shit!"
"Done complaining yet?"
"You're very persuasive." She angled herself so the water hit her more directly. "Keep it up, big brother. I was close to cumming before you got in here, and I want to finish what I started."
"What do I get out of it?" Henry asked.
"You get to fuck me. I want you to cum in my pussy, big brother. I love tasting you, but I want something different this time."
"Is that safe?"
Kirstin rolled her eyes. "Duh. I told you how much sex I have. You think I'm not on the pill? And I get tested every few weeks, so I'm completely clean. So are you going to do it or not?"
"Yeah, after you get off."
"Cool." She grinned. "Then hurry up and get me off."
Henry held the showerhead closer to her pussy, knowing the pressure of the water would bring her over the edge. After a moment, she started to squirm. "God, Henry!"
"Like it, sis?"
"Oh, yeah. I do this to myself all the time, but I never knew I could make it this strong. I'm cumming, big brother!"
"Then cum, little sister."
She did, shouting his name. Henry hung the showerhead up and said, "Ready to be fucked now?"
"Are you kidding? I've been ready since I got up this morning!"
She put one leg up on the edge of the tub and moved the other away from it, giving Henry a nice view of her pussy. Standing in front of her, he lined his cock up with her entrance, then thrust up into her.
Shower sex was awkward, no question. It was only the second time Henry had fucked someone in the shower, and his last partner had fallen over, ending the attempt. But Kirstin had apparently had practice with it; she moved her body so Henry could fuck her hard and directed him in how to position himself to get inside her more deeply. "God, I can't believe you've never done this!" she said.
"I've done it once," Henry replied.
"Only once? Then how'd you get so fucking good at it? Fuck, Henry!"
"That's what I'm doing. Fucking you."
"Fucking your hot little stepsister."
"Yep. And your fucking your big stepbrother."
"Mmm, so fucking big! Henry, I'm cumming again!"
Henry was close himself, but he held it off until he felt Kirstin's pussy clench on his cock. She cried out so loud it was almost a scream. "My turn," Henry said.
"In me, big brother. Cum in me!"
"I am!" He thrust hard, once, then again, and felt his balls empty into his stepsister's cunt.
He pulled out of her, and Kirstin shut off the water. "That was fun," she said. She reached out of the tub and pulled two towels off the rack, one of which she handed to Henry. "Get dried off, big brother. We've got a busy day ahead."
"Oh, really? And what should I wear for that busy day?"
"Just what you have on." Kirstin winked and got out of the shower. |
Housesitting Ch. 07 | 58,022 | 4.54 | 357,446 | [
"stepbrother",
"stepsister",
"kitchen table"
] | Usually the first thing Henry did after a shower was to get dressed. Not today. His stepsister was evidently planning to spend the day naked, and she expected him to do the same. Henry didn't have a problem with that at all.
They were in the kitchen, where Kirstin was cooking eggs and home fries. "Be careful the grease doesn't splatter you," Henry teased.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Kirstin replied.
"What do you do, cook in the nude every weekend?"
"Sometimes. Especially if I spent the night with one of my fuck buddies. None of them know how to cook worth crap." She shook the pan with the home fries. "And when Mom and your dad aren't around, yes, I cook in the nude here too. I don't like clothes when I'm alone."
"Good grief, and all this time I've thought you were this shy, innocent little pain in the neck kid. When did you grow up?"
Kirstin grinned. "Over time. So anyway, what do you want to do today? More fucking, I hope."
"Aren't you sore yet?"
"No. I never get enough. Haven't you figured that out yet?" She scooped the eggs out onto a plate. "Actually, I am a little sore. But we have the house to ourselves all weekend, and I plan to take advantage of the chance to get to know my hot big brother a little better. You pretty much ignored me when we were younger, you know?"
"You're five years younger, and you were a pest. Now that you're eighteen, you aren't quite as pesty."
"A lot of my friends had crushes on you. And on your friends. Some of whom I've fucked, by the way."
"You're shitting me." His friends had ignored Kirstin just as much as he had when they were younger.
"Nope. I guess once I turned eighteen and started college, I became a little more appealing." She set a plate in front of him and reached beneath the table to grope his cock. "Hmm, feels a little bit hard. Does it turn you on to think about me fucking your friends, big brother?"
"It turns me on to think about you fucking me. Even if you are a little sore."
"That could be arranged. Pull your chair out."
"Let's eat first. I need some energy. I haven't completely recovered from last night yet."
Kirstin giggled and went back to the stove. "I can't believe I never fucked you before. You're hot, you're funny, you're every girl's dream guy."
"And I'm your stepbrother, which kind of means we shouldn't be fucking."
"Which is what I tried to tell you last night when you grabbed my dildo and started fucking me with it."
"You were fucking yourself with it first. I just decided to help you out."
"And I tried to talk you out of it."
"For about ten seconds."
"True. Then I figured if a hot guy wanted to fuck me, who was I to stop him?" She took the home fries pan off the burner and shut off the stove. "So after we're done eating our breakfast, we can have some dessert?"
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"Good."
They ate quickly, both of them wanting to get to what would happen next. Even though they'd fucked several times the night before, Henry hadn't gotten enough of his sexy stepsister yet. Before this weekend, it had been over six months since he'd gotten laid, and he was making up for lost time now.
As soon as they were done eating, Kirstin cleared the dishes from the table and leaned over it. "Okay, big brother, fuck me."
"Isn't there some rule about don't fuck within twenty minutes of eating?" Henry said.
"That's swimming, you goof."
Henry stuck his fingers in her pussy. "You feel wet enough to swim in."
"Then dive on in."
Henry stood and positioned himself behind her. He'd gotten to know her pussy pretty well the night before, but he still loved the feeling of her tightness enveloping his cock as he pushed into her. "God, Henry, I love your fucking cock," she moaned as he thrust his full length inside her. "I swear it's the biggest I've ever had."
"I bet you say that to all the guys with big cocks," Henry said.
"Yeah, sure I do. Oh, fuck!"
Henry reached around and fingered her clit as he thrust in and out of her. Kirstin whimpered as he touched her. "You like this, huh?" Henry said.
"Fuck, yes! Damn it, Henry, make me cum!"
Henry flicked her clit faster and fucked her harder. He could feel his balls tighten, about to explode. Just when he thought he couldn't hold out any longer, Kirstin cried out, "Oh, my fucking lord, I'm cumming!"
The contractions of her cunt were enough to send Henry over the edge. He shot his cum into his stepsister's pussy, thrusting until he was sure there was no more in his cock. Then he withdrew. "That's just the beginning, you know," he said.
"Oh, really?"
"I still haven't eaten you. So go get cleaned up, because there's no way in hell I'm eating you out with my cum in your pussy."
"You never know, you might like it. But I'll clean up this time." She grinned and hurried off to the bathroom. |
May I? | 48,220 | 4.51 | 193,443 | [
"oral sex",
"swallow"
] | May I?
I've been thinking of your long, thick dick all day. Imagining you stroking it in front of me. Watching your hand travel its length as it grows even longer, harder.
I can see a drop of precum on the head and I'm licking my lips already.
Come here baby, let me take care of you.
I start on your neck with that spot behind your ear that I know you like. I move to your earlobe, sucking softly, biting gently. Down to your chest and your responsive nipples. Licking them until they stand erect too. I move down your chest to your navel. My tongue tracing circles around it before I continue the southern path to my prize.
I brace myself by holding onto your thighs as I balance on my heels with my thighs open, happy to finally have my face in your lap. When I nuzzle your balls with my nose, you take a step apart. I lick them delicately, listening to your deep sigh. I know your head has fallen back and your eyes are closed.
Time to begin.
I suck your left nut into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue. Applying slight pressure with my lips while I hold you gently. I release it and lick the delicate skin beneath your sac before taking your right nut on a pleasure tour. I return to the bottom of your sac and place my tongue, broad and flat and begin a slow journey across the full length of you. From your balls to the mushroom shaped tip, again leaking precum. I repeat the motion, each time rewarded with the milky, salty, sweet substance.
I take your smooth head into my mouth, moving my wet tongue along the sensitive underside. I run my tongue up and down the shaft, placing gentle kisses every inch. Enjoying the taste and feel of you. My hand at the base of your thick penis, I hold you in place as I lick just the head. Every few strokes taking the full head into my warm, wet mouth. You groan and I agree, that's enough teasing.
I move my mouth slowly down onto your shaft and keep going lower until I feel your soft, curly hair touch my nose. I breathe through my nose and relax my throat to combat the reflex your lengthy penis triggers. I swallow carefully several times, tickling your head and massaging your shaft with my throat.
I come up for air, sucking and pressing down with my lips. I slide back onto your dick, adjusting the angle of my head to better accommodate your size and shape. Keeping my lips tight, I pull up - sucking as I go. No longer swallowing, I want to keep it nice and wet inside my mouth. Sucking, pulling, pressing, lowering slowly to do it all I again, I work my mouth until my jaws begin to ache.
I grip your ass as the bulbous head of your dick, now shiny with my saliva, again slides between my lips. I remember the angle I'd found earlier and slide my mouth noisily over your shaft. I begin shaking my head side to side as if to say "No" while I hear you whisper "Oh Hell yeah." I'm sucking you fast and hard and I can feel your balls tighten and pull closer to your body. That's it, Baby.
You grab handfuls of my hair and pull me into you. Your dick slides easily down my throat and you grind against my face.
"Aw fuck, I'm going to cum."
This is so hot. My pussy is dripping and I have to touch myself. Because of the liquid abundance, you can hear my hand in my pussy. Damn, I'm close too.
You continue to fuck my face as I finger fuck myself. Your dick is rock hard and I know any second I'll taste your cum. My pussy is tingling as my orgasm approaches. You can feel the vibrations from my moans on every inch of your dick and it takes you over the edge. I feel hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat and reflexively swallow. You become still as I suck methodically, milking you of every last delicious drop.
You pull me up cautiously as both of us attempt to stand on shaky legs. I put my hand to your lips and you savor the taste of my pussy as we begin to kiss.
The look in your eyes says it all.
And you are most welcome. |
Free Speech is Offensive | 34,728 | 4.72 | 199,892 | [
"free speech",
"speech",
"free"
] | *Copyright Oggbashan May 2005
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.*
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
The unrestricted use of Free Speech is bound to offend someone. The right to say or write something controversial is precious.
What I say may give offence. What other people say may offend me. Free Speech is a reciprocal right. If I want it, I must also allow other people to have it too.
The ultimate test of Free Speech is the ability to criticise a government, a religion, or any organisation in authority. Can you say what you think about those who rule you or control your life? If you can't then you do not have free speech.
The authorities have to have confidence in their legitimacy if they can allow free speech. If they are ruling by force, coercion or financial control then they cannot afford to have people claiming that the emperor has no clothes.
**Free Speech and the Establishment.**
It is difficult for any established power to totally suppress any form of criticism as used to happen in soviet states that banned typewriters, duplicating machines and restricted the sale of paper. The internet has spread so far that almost anyone with access to a phone line can criticise the establishment anonymously even though there are still risks for the individuals. The difference in those countries that have free speech is stil significant. US citizens can publish jokes about their President or any politician without fear of an official knock on the door in the middle of the night. They might fear illegal reprisals from incensed supporters of the President or the attacked politician but not state-sponsored violence.
**Free Speech and Belief.**
Attacking a religious belief is an expression of free speech that can be very controversial and counter-productive. Belief is not necessarily rational so arguments against it are not likely be perceived as normal debate. The response to criticism may well be extreme. Criticising the religion from within may be valid such as stating that the way the organisation is run is not in accordance with its stated beliefs. However the extreme response may be that the critic is ignominiously ejected from the community. Criticising someone's belief will be considered as very offensive and few people are secure enough in the belief to dismiss critics lightly.
**Free Speech and Politics.**
Political debate has its own rules and free speech is essential if the true issues in a campaign are to be aired. Unfortunately for democracies the message is no longer 'We will do this' but 'We will tell you what you want to hear'. A free press unfettered by imposed restrictions by law or the politics of its owners can perform a valuable service by separating the rhetoric from the reality. However most of the media is not as free as it pretends to be, leaving the duty of exposing politics to those few independent voices crying in the wilderness and hoping to avoid lawsuits.
**Free Speech and Morality.**
Whose morality governs free speech? What I might think is moral would be anathema to another. Should my morality prevail? Should the majority's morality succeed in banning any other version? There are some givens e.g. that abuse of children and the vulnerable is immoral. Beyond that: who sets the limits? What is very offensive to one group may be common practice in another. The morality of different cultures can cause real distress. If there is free discussion of what is or is not acceptable then the unmentionable must be aired and not suppressed. This is only possible if all cultures recognise the usefulness of free speech and not all are prepared to do that if what is proposed is contrary to their beliefs.
**Free Speech and Courtesy.**
If the exercise of free speech is going to offend then how can a courteous person fully use free speech? The real answer is to say what you intend to say as an attack against institutions, organisations, authorities and not against individuals or an individual's belief.
If I believe that my government is misguided then I should say so. If I believe that a politician's policy is wrong then I should make clear my concern. If I am to be courteous I should distinguish between the person and the policy. A politician has been defined as someone who can believe two mutually contradictory things at once. If I can, by the use of free speech convince a politician that the policy is contradictory then I might be able to change something. If I have been attacking the politician personally then my chance of exerting influence is minimal.
**Free Speech is offensive.**
Saying what you mean without restraint is going to offend someone. The right of free speech also has a reciprocal duty: to allow others the freedom that you yourself claim even if the other person's free speech attacks everything you hold dear. If I can offend then I too must accept that others can offend me. I must defend their right even when they I attack everything I believe in. If no one is offended, then the speech isn't fully free. |
May Showers | 76,466 | 4.58 | 366,321 | [
"rain",
"backyard",
"older couple",
"outdoor sex"
] | Dave was spading the flowerbed along the fence but his attention was on his wife who was planting flowers in the bed around the fountain. At forty-five, Jane was still a very impressive woman, especial bent over on her knees with her ass up in the air.
The old cut offs she wore showed more than a little of her ass cheeks and allowed the plump outer lips of her sex to peek at him. The tent in the front of his shorts was a jutting testimonial to her sexiness.
Dave stuck the shove to the ground and stepped on it, driving it deep into the soil. As he lifted and turned it, a large cold raindrop hit him in the back. He looked up. The sun was shining brightly but the edge of a dark cloud was moving over their backyard.
Jane straightened and sat down on her bare feet looking up also. The hiss of falling rain made both of them look toward the low fence and the open fields next door. A gray wall was moving in their direction. Dave dropped the shovel and ran toward the gazebo in the corner of the yard.
Jane was right behind him and they were both soaked by the time they reached they small round building. They were both laughing like two school kids. Jane shook her head, water flying everywhere from her wet hair. Dave grabbed her and pulled her close.
"So much for the gardening and getting anything planted," he said eyeing the rain.
Jane snuggled up against her husband and sighed as he hugged her tight. Her wet white t-shirt felt cold where her body wasn't touching his. She became aware of the hard-on in his shorts and grinned. "Is that a shovel handle in your shorts or are you just glad to see me?"
"Darling, I've been watching your beautiful ass all morning. It's a wonder I haven't cut my foot off with that shovel."
Jane laughed and rubbed her hips back and forth against his. "You could always plow and plant my garden or is that plant and plow?"
Dave laughed and then kissed his wife's wet hair. "Out here in front of God and everyone?"
"Please!" Jane said with a laugh as she pushed away from her husband and whipped the wet t-shirt off over her head. She tossed it over her shoulder out into the rain and went to work on the snap and zipper of her shorts.
Not needing another cue, Dave's t-shirt joined his wife's in the rain and his shorts were not far behind hers going the same way. The kiss that followed was hot, heavy, and far more passionate than any in a long while. Two pairs of lips, two tongues, four hands, and two bodies were making the most of it.
When Dave's hands ended up cupping and squeezing Jane's ass cheeks, she moaned softly and lifted one leg to hook it around his thighs, pulling them tighter together. His hot dick pressed against her mound, sent a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold, down her spine.
Dave shifted one hand to her raised thigh and lifted her off the ground. Jane wrapped her legs around his ass as he walked forward. His hard thick dick was now pressed to and moving in the slippery trench of her sex. She flexed her hips rubbing herself on him.
Jane whimpered softly and then moaned as her back made contact with the slippery, cold, and wet, redwood post that held up the roof. The cold rain was hitting them both as Dave lifted her higher and then lowered her onto his dick.
They both moaned loudly as they joined together. Dave's dick felt wonderful to Jane as it slipped in to the hilt. Even after twenty-five years of marriage that first plunge always took her breath away. Outside like this just added to her excitement.
With the kids grown and out on their own, their sex life had blossomed anew. Maturity, leisure time, and no fear of pregnancy took their lovemaking to new and more adventuresome heights. Jane gasped and lost her train of thought as Dave flexed his hips.
Dave fucked his wife with full slow strokes. They both enjoyed it that way to start. His wife was almost as tight now as she was when they married. Two kids had left stretch marks that even time could not erase but he considered them badges of honor for the wonderful mother she was.
He had had a few flings in his youth and had much more experience on his virgin bride. His love for her had over come his lust in those early years and she had learned to enjoy sex fully and openly. He was still reaping the rewards in so many ways.
Jane tried to flex her hips but could not move very well. Dave caught the signal and moved his hips harder and faster. Jane bit her husband's neck gently as a surge of heat flowed through her body. His shaft was rubbing right on her g-spot and the head was rubbing deliciously on the front wall of her pussy.
The cold rain felt good and made both their bodies feel slippery and cool. This contrasted greatly with the heat where they were joined. A rising heat as they both soared toward orgasm.
Jane's orgasm slipped up on her. One minute she was in heaven from being fucked outside in the rain and the next she was jerking and moaning as her orgasm washed throughout her body. Dave continued to fuck her but he slowed his pace and let her ride out her storm.
In the end, Dave had to stop moving and just hold his wife. She had a death grip on him with her arms and legs. He stood there holding her and enjoying the spasms of her hot velvety sex gripping and releasing him.
It was a good thing in another way. At his age he had a one shot pistol and he was not ready to fire so quickly. He had other plans and wanted to make damned sure his wife got her fill, no pun intended. Spontaneous sex was a good thing and he wanted more of it.
Jane relaxed her grip on his neck and leaned her head back against the post. With a deep contented sigh, she opened her eyes, and grinned at her husband. "Wow! That snuck up on me."
Dave grinned back at her and flexed his hips slowly. Jane whimpered softly, closed her eyes, and bit her lower lips. "We're not done yet by a long shot," he whispered to his wife as he watched the emotions slid across his wife's face as he moved his hips again. "The rain storm isn't over and we're continuing as long as it does.
Jane moaned and relaxed. Who was she to argue with him, especially since it felt so very good. She let the feelings flow as they would and was surprised as another small orgasm rippled through her body. She sighed again and then leaned in to kiss her husband.
Somewhere during that kiss, Dave ended up sitting on the bench by the back rail of the gazebo. Jane noticed when her weight came down on his thighs and he was driven deeper into her pussy. With a groan of pure pleasure, Jane broke the kiss and leaned back.
She smiled and whispered, "We sure are getting around out here."
"Wait until we get to the grand finale."
Jane laughed and whispered, "That should be interesting. Where's it going to take place, the front lawn?"
Dave laughed and shook his head. "Close but no cigar."
"The roof is out of the question. We'd slid off and hurt ourselves."
Standing up, Dave whispered, "Hold on tight, we're going for a trip."
Jane squealed as her carried her out into the pouring rain and started across the yard. "Dave, we're naked."
"Yes we are. Isn't it wonderful."
Jane laughed and then whimpered as Dave's dick moved around inside her more as he walked farther. The cold rain hitting and running down her body, the fact that they were naked in their backyard, the way her clit rubbed on his pelvic bone, and his moving dick all conspired to slap her with another orgasm.
She was coming like mad, as she felt Dave go to his knees. The shock of the cold puddle he laid her down in jolted her system. She yelled once and then Dave was fucking her as hard and fast as he could. The cold water, the rain in her face should have distracted her but it didn't.
In fact, it had just the opposite effect. Her orgasm shot up a notch and kept right on climbing the longer and harder her husband fucked her. She was now matching him stroke for stroke and pounding her heels on his ass to egg him on. She had never felt this wanton and out of control.
Suddenly Dave rolled them over and Jane found herself straddling her husband's hips. She groaned loudly and started to rock her hips back and forth rapidly. His dick was rubbing all the right spots inside her and her clit was grinding against his pelvic bone.
The impending orgasm was of earthshaking proportions and still building as she realized she was fucking her husband in the middle of the backyard and didn't give a damn who saw them. That last revelation pushed her over the edge. She was coming like never before and pounding her ass up and down on her husband's dick.
Dave was slightly taken aback by his wife's wild reaction to his rolling them over but that did not keep him from lifting his hips to meet her. His wife's pussy was usually nice and slippery wet but now it was a flood. He could feel a liquid flow around his dick before he came.
Then he was coming. His wife yelled out and slammed her hips down, driving him as deep inside her as he would go. She rocked her hips like mad and then collapsed on top of him. All he could do was to try to catch his breath and hold her.
\*\*\*\*\*
"Oh my God," Jane whispered between ragged breaths.
All Dave could manage was to nod.
A moment later, Jane pushed up with her hands and smiled down at her husband. She leaned down and kissed him on the end of his nose. As she sat up she whispered, "Asshole! You dumped me in a damned mud puddle."
Dave tried to laugh but ended up making a croaking chuckling groaning sound.
"Don't you die on me you old fart," Jane said with a laugh. "You've got to wash all the grass and mud off my back and out of the crack of my ass first."
Dave did manage to laugh then. Jane chuckled along with him and then leaned down to kiss him passionately.
Life was good, very, very good. |
Hotel | 33,960 | 4.68 | 2,116,443 | [
"female audio",
"female voice",
"female masturbation",
"female masturbation audio",
"female orgasm",
"female orgasm audio",
"phone sex",
"hotel"
] | Alone in a hotel room. I call an old fling. Hope you answer. |
Don't Do The Crime If You Can't Pay The Fine | 16,509 | 4.57 | 587,990 | [
"attacked",
"alley",
"clothes ripped off",
"fights back",
"self-defense",
"stranger"
] | *Thanks go to my editor for this story, VampGirl1991.*
\*
On Tuesday's, the local movie cinema has discounts on movies and popcorn. It's only $5 for the movies, except 3D, and $2 for small popcorns and small sodas. Not a bad deal. The cinema is only 7 blocks from my house, so if it's nice out I usually walk there and back home again. Tonight I met 2 friends there for a sci-fi movie around 7:30PM. I wasn't impressed with the movie, it was kind of lame.
We hang around after the movie and chit-chat for a while (we're girls, it tends to happen). We all have to work in the morning, so we say our goodbyes and head home. I walk along the main road toward home, mostly looking at the clear sky. I like this kind of night. It's a clear sky, crisp air, and all the shops are closed up for the night.
BAM!
I'm not sure what happened. It was a burst of pain on the back of my skull, a bright light shot through my eyes, and a deafening THUD that scaled down to horrendous ringing in my ears.
When I start to regain my senses, I realize I'm lying on my back, and the ground is very cold. My eyesight is hazy, but it seems darker here than it should be. This must be an alley off the street. There's someone on top of me! A wave of dread washes through me as I begin to understand that I'm in really big trouble.
I'm still disorientated, but I know that the man is pulling my sweatshirt off; I can feel it as it gets ripped off my arms and over my head. I take a breath and start to scream, hoping someone will hear me.
BAM! The man punches me in the face. He's saying something, but I can't focus enough to understand it. I feel him grab the neck of my blouse and rip it open all the way down. I take a breath to try and calm down, think, and focus. You can't do anything without thinking! My world stops again as I feel a cold, sharp point sliding down my chest. He has a knife against my skin. He slips it under my bra and pulls up, slicing my bra open.
His hands are on my breasts, squeezing hard. I remember some lessons from a self-defense course. I am not going to just lie here and let this happen. I push my hand against his chest, trying to push him off me. I notice another problem as I do this; I think the blow to my head is making me nauseous. I don't need this now. I clearly remember thinking to myself [Focus, you idiot. Take this fucker out. Stick to the training.]
As expected, the man grabs my hands and pulls them down to my side. He snarls something nasty at me. That's what I wanted him to do. Self-defense 101: pull one hand down to put him off balance, lurch up with your hips and twist until you dislodge the attacker. And it works like a charm.
I push my upper body away from him, put one leg forward and brace it against the ground, and kick him with the other. I feel my foot connect, I hear the sound of the impact, but the moment of joy I should have felt was interrupted by another wave of nausea from moving so quickly. I have to try to get up. [Get up, bitch! We aren't done yet.]
I stagger to my feet; the man is just starting to get up. I step forward and kick him again. I only get one kick in, the man rolls away and I bend over to keep from losing my popcorn. I have to take a few deep breaths. The man starts charging me; I sidestep, but not enough. He slams into my left side, as my right hand grabs at his neck. His weight is pulling me down. I land hard on my knees, more pain I didn't need right now.
The man grabs my hand and tries to get it to release his neck. So I start punching him in the face with my left hand. He does some kind of spin and I can't keep hold of him, but his nose is bleeding now. [Good girl.]
I see him grab the knife off the ground. [Oh shit! Think. Think.] My foot is resting on something; it's my sweatshirt. I grab it and stand up, wrapping it around my left hand and forearm. Not much of a shield, but it's better than nothing.
He looks really angry now, as he wipes the blood off his face. He looks me up and down. He tells me how nice my tits are and how much I would have enjoyed it, but now he's just going to have to kill me instead. [He's a dumb fucker, too. Girls don't like to be raped.]
He makes a couple slashes with the knife. I back away, trying to avoid them, one hand trying to keep the front of my blouse closed. There's not much room in the alley, and my balance isn't the greatest. [Don't let him run this. Take charge.]
I lunge forward with my wrapped left hand, pushing it toward his stomach. He takes the bait and commits to striking at the hand. [Like I said: Stupid fucker.] My hand moves to the outside, and I start my kick. My legs are my strongest asset right now. I'm going to use them every chance he gives me. He doesn't have time to stop his lunge as my foot comes up and connects with his chest. I'm slightly off center, but I hear a definitive CRACK, like a large tree branch snapping in two. [Good girl. That's gonna hurt and slow him down.]
He drops the knife. I smile a little as I hear him groan, but then he quickly charges me again. I wasn't ready this time and he hits me squarely. I feel myself falling. The pain shoots down my left arm to my elbow as my shoulder slams into the cement. I'm on my side and the man is straddling me. He starts punching me in the stomach. In a burst of speed I swing around with my right elbow, and it connects with something near his head. He falls off me, and I know I did some damage to my elbow.
The man is on his stomach, on the ground. His hands are covering his neck. I'm having real trouble breathing, but I know I can't stop. I roll over, and crawl over to him. My left arm is numb and not working very well. So I punch him in the head with my right arm. He doesn't get up or fight back. I see a lot of blood pooling in the alley under him. He's making gasping noises as he tries to breathe. I think I might have damaged or even crushed his windpipe.
I climb on his back and wrap my right arm around his neck and pull back. He grabs my forearm and starts squeezing it. I keep pulling back on his head. His finger nails start digging into my skin. [Do it. Do it. Do it.]
The man is still making gurgling sounds, and his hands are still trying to get my arm off his neck. I force my left arm to grab my other wrist. I brace my legs against the ground. I brace my stomach, and my back. I force my shoulders back. I take a deep breath, and pull. I pull with every ounce of power I have left.
His head draws back and stops. I pull for what seems like an eternity, but probably only a second or two. I dig deep and bring up one last burst of strength. There is a SNAP. The man's head goes back farther than I could even imagine. I release his head and fall off him. I smell the sharp odor of urine. I stare at him a while to make sure he isn't moving. Finally, I crawl to my sweatshirt, and search for my phone. When I find it, I call 9-1-1.
\*
*(This is NOT a real story. I keep reading the same non-consent stories where the victim eventually enjoys getting raped. Women don't enjoy getting raped.
Reading non-consent erotica is legal, I even enjoy them. But if you want to try to replicate some of these stories in real life, just remember women are getting stronger and more independent every day. We don't like to be raped. You might be the one to end up face down in an alley.)* |
Me and My Boy Ch. 09 | 20,095 | 4.66 | 2,134,209 | [
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"taboo",
"gang bang",
"gangbang",
"group",
"group sex"
] | The four of us collapsed on the bed while Billy went to get the little blue pills. I was laying on my back with my still hard cock pointing north. Matt and Rob lay in each others arms and Paul had his arm over me, his hand playing with my nipples. I was still so fucking horny and seeing these three naked studs on my bed was just adding fuel to my flaming erection. Billy came back into the room, his semi hard cock swinging as he walked. They all took a blue pill, except Billy. Looking at his cock and knowing his sexual stamina he didn't need any pills to get horny and hard. As he laid at the foot of the bed his cock was already starting to grow again.
"Am guessing you like your birthday so far buddy?" said Paul. "Your cock seems to be having fun. How does your pussy feel?"
"I'm loving my birthday Paul. My ass is feeling loose, sloppy, well fucked, and hungry for more cock. Changing the subject, how the fuck are you? Not seen you for ages."
"Yeah am good thanks. Single again and more into guys than I used to be obviously."
"Sorry to hear you've broken up. What happened?" I asked.
"My fault. She caught me fucking a workmate. At home. In our bed. A guy. We had been fucking for a few months, always in the evenings she went to yoga after work. Then one week she felt too tired to go to yoga and came home early, saw me balls deep fucking my friend and ran out of the house. Only came back once to collect some stuff when I wasn't there. And then filed for divorce. But on the plus side, it's given me a chance to explore my passion for cock and men's asses," he said smirking at playing with my hard cock.
"So how come you're here?" I asked him.
"Billy rang last week, said he wanted to give you a surprise for your birthday and asked me down. I got here a few days ago and been staying with Matt and Rob. They filled me in on what you guys have been up to over the past few weeks. Made me very welcome too," he said.
I looked at Matt who was now grinning like a Cheshire cat. "He fit right in with us like he had known us forever. Had our pants off and was fucking both of us within a couple of hours. We didn't get dressed at all yesterday and fucked all day."
Billy moved up, started licking Matt's balls as Matt's cock started to get hard and was also fingering Rob's ass with three fingers. Rob spread his legs wider to give Billy deeper access to his hole. He pushed all five fingers into Rob's cunt while sucking on Matt's cock. Paul's cock had also hardened up and felt like a steel pole in my hand. Looked like all three of them were feeling the effects of the blue pills. My ass was still hungry for cock so I straddled myself across Paul and positioned his purple leaking knob head at my entrance. I could feel precum leaking out of his piss slit so I rubbed it all over his knob. Then in one go, I impaled my ass all the way down on his cock feeling every inch of his fuck rod plunging into my cunt. I pulled my ass cheeks apart so I could get as much of his cock in me as possible. Fuck it felt good to have cock inside me again.
I started playing with Paul's nipples, twisting and tweaking them while riding up and down manically on his cock. I heard Rob moaning and when I looked over, Billy's entire fist was almost inside Rob's pussy. He was pushing and pulling his fist in and out of Rob's ass, rotating his hand as he pushed it into Rob who was laying on his back with his legs in the air. Judging by the look on both their faces and the hardness of their cocks, they were really enjoying themselves.
Matt was licking and sucking on Rob's cock, running his tongue around Rob's knob head, his own cock hard and pulsating, the veins standing out. Matt then stood up and said "I need to fuck." He grabbed the lube and smeared a large dollop over his cock. I could see his cock was shining and slippery from the lube. I thought Billy is about to get a good hard fucking, but Matt came over and stood behind where I was riding Paul's cock. Paul managed to manoeuvre us both to the bottom of the bed so his legs were hanging off the bed, and my ass with his cock in it, were on the edge of the bed.
"Oh fuck," I thought to myself. "Matt's going to try and get his cock in me as well as Paul." I wasn't too sure about that - I knew I was craving cock but two in my pussy at once? Paul pulled my body down and started kissing me while Matt positioned his cock against my hole. "Just relax buddy. You know you want this cock in your cunt," he said. With that he started to push against my already stretched and full ass hole. After a short while of his gentle pushing, I felt the tip of his cock start to work its way inside my sphincter. As he pushed more, my hole started to open up more and then suddenly his knob head was fully inside my cunt along with Paul's cock.
It fucking hurt so much I wanted to scream but Paul kept his mouth on mine, invading me with this tongue. I could feel Matt continuing to push his cock further into me, then pull back a bit and then push forward again. Paul stayed still and let Matt do all the fucking. He said afterwards it felt amazing to have a cock rubbing his cock while inside my ass. As my cunt got used to the second invader, it started to loosen up a bit so what was pain a few minutes ago now felt fucking hot. Two big hard cocks in my ass!! I was like a pig in shit, loving the feeling of my stretched full cunt. I looked over at Billy who now had all his hand and part of his forearm up Rob's ass while wanking his own hard cock. "Fucking hell we are both being opened up", I thought. "We're not gonna be able to walk straight for days after this."
After a few minutes of slow fucking of my ass, Paul said he was going to cum. Matt's rubbing of his cock with his own, and being inside my ass was pushing him over. I felt his warm cum start to wash my fuck chute insides, which in turn pushed Matt over and his cock started to erupt with his hot seed at the same time. Two cocks inside me dumping their cum loads into my guts!! I could feel my fuck chute filling with their mixed cum loads. I knew when one or both of them pulled their cocks out of my well fucked hole, a river of cum was likely to follow.
Rob started to moan loudly and as I looked over, his cock started spewing his cum over his chest and abs. "Fucking hell, feeling you cum while my hand is in your ass is horny as fuck!" Billy said. "I think I can feel it pumping out of your balls!"
Matt and Paul had finished dumping their cum into me and so Matt slowly started to pull his cock out. As his knob head cleared my pussy, I clenched trying to keep the cum from gushing out. It almost worked, until Paul pulled his softening cock out of me too, then the expected jizz stream followed running down my taint and dropping to hard flooring. You could hear the loads as they hit the floor. "Fuck dad," said Billy, "your ass is fucking gaping! How do you feel?"
"Loose. Very loose, like my guts could fall out any minute." I lay on my back and as I hadn't cum yet, my hard cock was still pointing north. Billy slowly pulled his hand out of Rob's ass, walked over to me and started rubbing Rob's ass juices over my cock. He straddled me, and slowly sank his ass down on my dick until I was balls deep inside his silky warm pussy.
He bent forward and kissed me deeply, and said "Happy birthday dad. Hope you're having a good one."
"I am Billy boy. The best ever. I love you."
"Love you too dad." |
Don't Look Back Ch. 31 | 5,960 | 4.77 | 1,088,793 | [
"m/m erotica",
"contemporary",
"m/m romance",
"taboo fiction",
"rural",
"incest",
"erotic romance",
"father/son"
] | Dinner was an unqualified success. Marshall prided himself on his ability to grill any piece of meat to perfection. So rare, it practically mooed, just the way they liked it. But then he'd had a great teacher, hadn't he?
Everything he knew, he'd learned from Lee.
Afterward, Marshall cleaned the kitchen, rinsed the dishes and set them into the dishwasher, eyeballing everything to make sure it was clean before turning out the light. Lee was kicked back in the family room, a bottle of ale in hand. Marshall carried in his own and took a seat on the couch, but jumped up almost immediately and set the bottle on the end table. He paced into the bedroom. The bed was made, everything was straight. The lube sat out, on his side of the bed. Nothing to be done there.
He padded back into the family room and took his seat again. He crossed and uncrossed his legs before jumping back up to his feet.
"There's no reason to be nervous," Lee commented.
"Nervous? Who said I was nervous?" Marshall assumed an air of nonchalance he was far from feeling.
"I think I know better than that," Lee said softly. "Especially since you're playing with your hair, and that's a definite sign you're not sure of yourself. You shouldn't be. You'll do great."
Marshall guiltily removed the hand that had been twisting strands of his long hair. Yeah, that was a bad habit he had. And yes, he was nervous. Both on his account, and Lee's. He wanted everything to go right, and he didn't want to do anything to hurt Lee, despite Lee's protestations that he wouldn't and couldn't.
Lee set his ale aside and rose from the chair. He pulled Marshall toward him, wound his arms about his waist. "Don't overthink things," he said. "Just think about how good it's gonna feel when you're inside of me. For both of us."
That thought was dizzying indeed. Marshall felt his cock react to the words alone. How much more excited would it be when it became a real and happening thing, when he was buried balls deep inside of Lee, fucking him for all he was worth.
He needed to get over himself and take charge. He was in control tonight, and he needed to act like it.
"I think we should take a shower first," he decided. "Separately," he quickly added as Lee quirked a brow. Lee nodded his approval. If they got into the shower together... well, that might end things before they ever got to the bed, since they couldn't seem to keep their hands off one another under hot running water.
"Who goes first?" Lee asked. Marshall realized Lee was not contesting his right to be in control, and he felt his confidence rise from the boost to his ego.
"You first," Marshall decided. Then he wouldn't have to worry about Lee taking a cold shower. They'd installed an extra large hot water heater not too long ago, but they did both love their hot water.
Lee's hands strayed across Marshall's ass, stroking it, while his lips claimed Marshall's. "Goddamn you're sexy, boy," he murmured, taking a breath. "I think I'll take that shower now." He disentangled himself from Marshall, left a last kiss on his lips, and sauntered toward their bedroom.
While Lee was otherwise engaged, Marshall put the next part of his plan into effect.
Sometimes they liked to make love by candlelight. Marshall dug into one of the drawers in the bedroom and retrieved several partially burned pillars in assorted colors. He placed each one on a small saucer and lit the wick as he set it in various spots about the room. Then he pulled out the wooden incense holder, set several sticks of sandalwood incense beside it and one in it. He lit the end, watched it burn for a few seconds, then blew out the flame. It continued to glow, exuding the sensuous aroma of sandalwood.
Lost in contemplation of the scene, Marshall was taken by surprise when Lee strode out of the bathroom buck naked. Marshall's mouth dropped at the sight. Oh damn, but that man was fine. Even soft, his cock was a sight to behold.
At times, Marshall had tried to persuade Lee to shave his chest and legs, but Lee'd always refused. Not while he had breath in his body, he would say. Today, Marshall was glad Lee hadn't given in to his request. There was something incredibly sexy about Lee's dark hair. It felt good to Marshall's touch, and yet it wasn't overpowering either.
"I left a towel for you on the rack." Lee's words pulled Marshall out of his reverie. "Candles are a nice touch," he added. "Incense too." Marshall warmed at his praise.
"I won't be long," he promised.
"I'm not going anywhere." Lee laughed softly and made shooing motions toward the bathroom. Marshall grinned and hurried inside. Lee had deliberately left the door open so Marshall wouldn't have to contend with steam. He quickly stripped and threw his clothes in the hamper, then started the water and jumped in.
He washed every body part he possessed thoroughly, shampooed and conditioned his hair. When he was certain he could do no more, he exited the shower, pausing only long enough to brush his teeth, gargle with mouthwash, and splash on some aftershave.
He re-emerged into the bedroom feeling almost brand new. Time spent in grooming had managed to quell some of the fire which had threatened to consume him earlier with Lee's touch, but the spark was rekindled when he caught a glimpse of Lee. Lee reclined on their bed, long legs stretched out comfortably, a book in one hand, apparently caught up in his reading.
The other hand rested on his crotch, not quite covering his cock.
Marshall debated whether he should suck Lee off first and then fuck him, or jack him off while he fucked him.
Decisions, decisions, decisions... |
Mayberry, the Black Goddess | 94,607 | 4.62 | 246,907 | [
"tranny",
"cocksucking",
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"domination",
"submissive"
] | Another lonely night led me to walking down the dimly lit street and wandering into the sex shop. There wasn't too much adventure to be seen there, very comparable to my apartment.
I was looking at toys. Specifically, butt-plugs. Not that I didn't already have one; in fact, I was wearing one at the time. The little bell above the door rang.
I looked at the cashier, she stood there- blowing her bubble gum. I couldn't see who just came in. I was curious. I continued to look at the toys. I squatted to get one from the lower shelf and held it up to my face. It looked interesting..."The Devil's Tail." 'Hmm... Well, if I could find a girl that would use this on me that would be interesting,' I thought to myself.
I caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye. I tossed the toy on the shelf and immediately blushed. I began to walk away. I went into another aisle. I didn't think she could see me; however, she did move to where I had just been. I peered through items very sneakily, watching her.
She picked up the 'tail' which I had previously looked at and she proceeded to examine it. She giggled and looked around. 'Was she looking for me?'
She was very attractive. She stood about 5'6 and I'd guess that she was 120. Though, I did know that she was an easy C-cup. She had an ebony/caramel color. Her hair was tied back and she was in a grey business suit. She looked stunning.
My own clumsy habits gave me away as my hand toppled a carton of condoms over. She jumped... I jumped. She turned the corner. I could tell by her suit and the look that she was giving me, that she didn't appreciate being spied upon. She fingered me and my blushing face over.
"Hey, you little pervert, what are you doing?"
"I...ah...I know this looks bad, but I ah...-" I stammered, but she cut me off before I could embarrass myself anymore.
"You could at least take me out for a drink. You are done shopping. Come with me...Now!"
I awoke from my daze, shook my head in the 'yes' fashion and followed her out the door. The quiet cashier winked at the lady in grey.
The bars were nothing impressive either, but I'm an optimist. We sat and ordered some drinks. I began apologizing, but she cut me off and we introduced each other. Her name was Mayberry, but everyone just called her 'May.' And, well, I'm me. I could tell she was sizing me up, mentally- physically, too.
We conversed and eventually began to laugh.
"The best thing to come out of my clumsiness."
"What's that?" Her green eyes were locked on mine.
"You."
She smiled; we left and soon were at her astonishing apartment.
She made us some drinks and we moved to her plush couch. We chatted and the conversation was excellent. I'd repeat it, but it is far too detailed, nor would I do the conversation justice.
I was staring in her eyes thinking when I should make my move.
Too late. She seized the opportunity before I could and my thoughts and nervousness quelled and melted away. She moved from my lips up to my ear and whispered something that I still can't recall; however, it did cause my penis to act like an Indy-car, in that, I became aroused very quickly.
We made out and I sucked her tongue and eventually that led to heavy petting. Her breasts felt so good in my hands. I moved my lips from her mouth to her breast trailing my tongue along the way. Her blouse came off easily. My left arm was wrapped around her as she sat on my lap.
There was no doubt in my mind that she could feel my hardness. She smiled and bit my ear lobe. She was close to my ear, her hot breath was sending shivers up my spine and then she whispered, "Oh yeah, you like that, don't you... bitch?"
Her tongue forced itself into my ear as she said 'bitch.'
My teeter-tottering ego wasn't going to let her get the best of me. I know how to make a woman wet. I moved my left hand to her backside and squeezed her firm ass and spanked it a little.
That didn't last as long as I planned. As I was moving my right hand in for 'the kill' she grasped it fairly firm, and, from no-where, my wrist was cuffed. She then moved my left arm behind my back while still expertly tonguing my mouth.
\*Clasp\*
That was the last sound of my freedom for the evening. She then stood up, squeezed my cock and left me on the couch.
"You look so surprised and astonished, princess."
My face was filled with puzzlement. Wait, had she just called me 'princess?' I was thinking about retaliating. But, I calmed myself. Maybe, hopefully, this was just some kinky game.
She took a shot of something and then fed one to me as well, rum. She sat on my lap again and resumed kissing my neck, ears, and lips.
She was so hot, I was submitting to her will. I was now her malleable clay. She had subdued me, not that it had taken her long, or probably much effort.
"Now," she commanded and then continued, "Here are the rules. Number one, you do as I say and accept things the way they are. Two, if you cannot comply then graciously please ask to leave. Three, you will address me as Miss Mayberry. Four, always say yes. Five, enjoy yourself."
I nodded my head.
She removed her blouse and her pants. She turned around so that I could enjoy and appreciate her fabulous physique. She was wearing a black thong and a matching bra. She turned and took off her thong. I may have been drooling. She had one of those juicy bubble-butts. However, when she turned back around to face me, she was blushing and my jaw dropped.
Between her legs there was a half-erect, veiny cock with a pair of shaved balls attached.
I was confused. She sat on my lap and kissed me. I kissed her back. I could feel her cock growing as it touched my abdomen.
"ON your knees."
I complied. I arose from the couch and knelt in front of this goddess. Her thick cock was at full attention.
"You little bitch. I should have known that you liked cock. You do like cock, don't you?"
"Um, I've never thought about it." I lied. Christ I had a butt plug in my ass as we spoke.
"Rule number four!"
She bent my over and spanked me. My plug went further into my ass. She had hit the end of the plug with her hand.
She had a look of surprise on her face. She knew exactly what it was.
"You little faggoty fucker. You don't like cock but yet you have a butt plug in your man pussy? Oh you are getting it bad tonight, bitch."
She grabbed my face and guided her cock in-between my lips. I couldn't resist. I began to lick the head and I drooled as it slid into my mouth.
"You dirty fuckin' cunt...ugh... oh yeah, suck my black dick you little white faggot."
Her hands were on the back of my head guiding me to suck her thick tool. Her breathing was getting heavy awfully quick.
"Not this soon, no," She withdrew her cock from my mouth. I felt a little disappointed. "Up, Bitch." I stood up and looked into her green eyes. She un-cuffed me,"Strip." Again, I complied.
She yanked the plug from my ass, examined it quickly and then tossed it to the floor after breezing it under my nose.
"You like the smell of ass and man-pussy don't you?"
I nodded.
She led me into her bedroom where there was a four-post bed that looked rather plush.
She crawled onto the bed on all fours; her cock was dangling between her smooth legs.
I followed her onto the bed.
"Reward yourself and eat my tasty hole."
Her ass had the musky smell of all asses, but still had a flowery smell.
I teased her hole and licked around the rim clockwise and the counter clock wise. Then I moved my tongue in a figure-eight fashion. I reached my arms underneath her hips and pulled her body towards my mouth. I slowly worked my tongue up her ass-chute. I licked liberally and she was moaning. Cursing my name into the pillow. I took one of my hands and grasped her cock and lightly jerked it off.
Occasionally I would lower my head a little and lick her shaved balls. I then would proceed to lick her ass until she told me to stop.
She got up and stared at me with her green eyes. She was in a trance.
"ON all fours, you little whore; you are going to pay for what you've done."
She spanked me several times. I secretly enjoyed it but only let out soft "Ow's."
She had a tube in her hand. I knew what was going to happen. I doubted it though. Her cock was very thick, not horribly long, but still long. She was about two and a half inches wide and about nine, slightly bent up, inches of full hardcore Tranny meat. My mouth watered, my cock twitched and my asshole, manpussy, clenched in anxiety.
Her finger lubed my rim and then she slightly inserted it in. She finger fucked me for awhile. Then I could feel her cockhead at my entrance. She held my hips. Her long-red nails dug into my athletic hips. She slowly pushed her head into my hole.
There was no 'pop' like most other stories claim. However, there was resistance and then once her head was is she let it stay there for a moment.
"Oh your manpussy is so fucking tight. I'm gunna' fuck you senseless, fuck you until my cum shoots through your entire body. Oh, your white little faggot ass looks so good in contrast to my dark log."
She began to push inwards, splitting me. I was thankful I had been wearing the butt plug most of the day. It had helped. Soon she was in up to her hips. I felt so full, I loved it.
She began to fuck me, to use me and I enjoyed it.
"You love my Tranny cock, don't you?"
"Yes Mayberry, I love it."
"You want me to fuck you harder, don't you faggot?"
"Don't ever stop fucking me!"
"Whose bitch are you?" She spanked me to make her point.
"Your bitch, Mayberry, your bitch. Fuck me, please fuck me."
"IF I keep fucking you, what will you do for me?"
In the heat of passion I responded, "Anything."
"Anything?" She kept fucking me. My hips met her thrusts as her long log filled then emptied my bowels. I loved it. "Anything? You are now in a big situation. I'll fuck you, bitch, but now, you're mine."
She fucked me. She rode me. She flipped me onto my back and fucked me with my legs on her shoulders. Her cock head was hitting my prostate. I couldn't control it. I asked her if I could cum.
As I said this she erupted into my ass and her cum hit my prostate and so did her cock head. She rammed into me deep and hard for her final few thrusts. My cum sprayed all over my stomach and I closed my eyes as she pulled her cum covered cock out of my manpussy that she had just owned.
She rested he head on my shoulder and we both passed out. |
Doris's Desires Ch. 02 | 155,616 | 4.52 | 184,388 | [
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"husband cum",
"tits sucked",
"son friend",
"friend mom",
"doris",
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] | After her encounter with Eric in the laundry room, Doris wondered whether she was becoming a nymphomaniac. As hard as she had cum from his attention, it only seemed to make her need worse. She was hopeful this might be the night her husband would want his once-a-month missionary-position quickie. Even that would work for her, Doris thought. Not that her husband's efforts got her off, but she enjoyed the residue of those quickies in a way he knew nothing about.
Sure enough, as afternoon became evening and the evening wore on, she got the usual clumsy signals from her old man that tonight would be the night. He gave her a little pat on the tush as she was doing the dishes. He stole a feel of her big tits through her clothes when she was getting his bowl of ice cream. He was feeling his oats, alright. Doris sighed as she thought of how unromantic he was and how little he must care about her, to have not given her an orgasm for years.
She barely even pretended to enjoy it when he mounted her, pumped his cock a few times, tensed up and came, all in a minute or two. He rolled off and was snoring a minute later.
He didn't even rouse when Doris slipped out of bed and tip-toed to her sewing room downstairs. Doris booted up the family computer and logged on to her current favorite website. This one featured fisting. The 'free sample' video clip showed a woman of the same general description as Doris taking the hand of a somewhat younger man all the way up her pussy. As the image flickered on the monitor, Doris toyed with her nipples and snaked a hand down to her barely used pussy, which was leaking her husband's load. Doris ran a finger along her slit and, feeling the wetness on it, raised it to her lips to taste the mixture of her pussy juices and her husband's cum. She studied the face of the woman in the video clip. She grimaced as the hand was pushed inside her cunt. It must have hurt, thought Doris, pinching her clit gently and scooping up more of the gooey mess leaking from her snatch.
Doris was eating a big glob of the goo and staring at the fleeting image of the young man's face. In her imagination he was even younger. Like her son or his friends. Doris began to imagine herself being fisted by one of them. Almost without conscious thought she began to work more fingers and finally part of her hand up inside her tight pussy. It was awkward, but it felt so good and made the fantasy seem so much more real.
Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. Doris gasped and jumped and jerked her head around to see Eric, her son's friend, who she had been with hours earlier standing behind her, his face illuminated by the flickering computer screen. His hand moved down to cup and squeeze one of her huge tits.
He whispered in her ear, "Would you like me to do that to you? Would you like me to fistfuck you?"
Doris half-turned in her chair to give Eric access to her, but so she could see the computer too. She was wearing only a sheer green dressing gown. Eric knelt between her spread legs. His eyes grew wide as he once again took in the sexy body of his friend's mom. He fumbled with her dressing gown to get at those boobs and gave them a good feel. He knelt in front of her and cupped her melon-sized tits and sucked each nipple in turn. He tugged hard on them and shook the big tit by shaking his head. Doris ran her fingers through his long, thick, blonde hair. She was quaking as she felt her son's friend feasting on her twin blessings. She could feel that tingle. Then he moved lower and began fingering Doris' sopping wet cunt.
He could feel how wet and sloppy it was. One, two, then three fingers slipped easily in. The fourth took a little more work. He gathered his fingers together and twisted them until they were inside her up to his thumb. Doris could hardly keep still. She felt the pressure pushing open her cunt. It hurt a little, but she didn't want it to stop. In fact, she wanted to grab onto Eric's forearm and shove his hand inside her. She wanted to feel his fisting pumping her cunt hard. But it didn't fit. Eric twisted and pumped, but it seemed like Doris had opened up as much as she could. Doris began to take gasping breaths in time to Eric's pushing in. It felt like his hand was stretching her pussy to the breaking point. Eric was almost out of his mind. As fixated as he had been on his friend's mom's big jugs, he was now determined to imitate the guy on the computer and jam his fist up her drenched cunt.
Eric slowed his pumping and began to force his hand in all the way. Doris felt the pressure turn to pain and bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her grimace and obvious discomfort scared Eric, but not enough to make him stop. He took a deep breath and pushed in as hard as he could. He felt the ring of muscles surrounding the opening to Doris' cunt. It wasn't budging. Then all at once, the widest part of his hand, right at the base of his thumb, popped in. Doris let out a muted cry. Then she was overcome by a wave of sensation like none she had ever felt. She began to cum.
Eric's heart was pounding. He feared he was going to rip Doris open, but once his hand was inside her pussy, he saw how she was reacting and relaxed a little. He slowly moved his fingers inside her, seeing her jerk and sigh at the smallest movements. He formed a fist and slowly began to twist and pump it. Doris could not stop cumming. Her cunt had been a slimy mess before, soaked with her husband's cum and her juices. Now it was even wetter. Slurping, gurgling sounds accompanied the fistfucking Doris was getting. She glanced up at the computer screen and then down at herself. She saw Eric's handsome young face intent on the pounding he was giving his friend's mother's pussy. Doris could not separate one orgasm from the next. Her pussy dripped from around Eric's wrist. She seemed to be building to some mega-climax. She was in uncharted sexual territory for her. Eric wasn't thinking anymore. He seemed possessed. As Doris pumped and twisted her hips, Eric became much bolder. He pulled his fist from the wet cunt. Doris barely stifled her moan.
Then he pushed it back in deep, all at once. Doris moaned loudly. He repeated this slightly violent action and Doris exploded in a chain of huge climaxes. She almost fell out of her chair. Finally, her orgasm subsided. Eric carefully removed his hand. Doris took it and licked and sucked the wetness from the sticky hand. Eric licked it too. They both savored the taste of Doris' juices and traces of her husband's cum. Doris was satisfied. But Eric stood up and displayed the tent his hardon was making in his sleep pants. He pulled them down and Doris began sucking his super-stiff dick slow and deep. He would not last long, she could tell. She sat up at the edge of the chair and took his cock between her massive tits. She let him pump at his own pace, just cradling his meat in her endless cleavage. A minute later he was suppressing his own cries of pleasure as he pumped his load all over her neck and tits. She sucked him clean and licked up the mess on her chest, noting the tang Eric's cum had that her husband's didn't.
Eric half staggered back to the guestroom, barely believing the day he had just had. Doris shuddered as she realized that she had cheated on her husband twice in the same day with a boy her son's age. She began to think of the awful power over her she had given this hormone-charged teen. Where would it lead? |
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HITOMI: How's it going?
ME: I'm good. How are you?
HITOMI: Bored. How were your classes?
ME: They were fine. I'm trying to figure out this biology stuff. It's the first class and I already suck.
HITOMI: Want help studying? I can be your tutor!
ME: I think I could go for that. Want to come over?
HITOMI: For sure. We can talk about your payment when I get there. Cya soon!
ME: Payment?
She never responded to that last question. It was still pretty early in the day. It was a Saturday, and Rachel was working. I was free to do whatever I wanted, and I was imprisoned in my room, trying to cram biology into my less than willing brain. I was suddenly very excited to see Hitomi. Being with her for our limited time yesterday was a breath of fresh air. I have never been close to breasts of that magnitude before. Quite frankly, I didn't even know I was that into them until she bounced over to me. Now I couldn't stop thinking about them. Guilt crossed my mind thinking about Rachel, so I vowed I would not cheat, and nothing would come of us hanging out today.
In only a few minutes, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to see Hitomi standing in the doorway, wearing a tank top very similar to the last one she wore, if not the same exact one. I swallowed hard. She was wearing some really short shorts as well. Her thighs rubbed against each other as soon as they started, and looked perfectly tanned. She had some extreme bedhead, with her long hair draped over her sizable chest. Her cleavage jutted out in front of her. Immediately, I knew my vow would be put to the test.
"How's it goin', study buddy!" she said, reaching in for a hug.
"Pretty much the most awesome weekend ever," I said. I wrapped my arms around her back, over her arms. Her breasts pressed against my chest again. I could definitely get used to hugging this chick. I couldn't resist the urge and looked down to see two massive orbs mashed together. It was motorboat city down there. I looked up to see her looking into my eyes, smiling. It would appear I had been caught in the act.
"Eyes up here perv," she said with a smirk.
"I, uh, well, no I-"
"I'm just kidding. You're my fake boyfriend, which means you get to look at them all you want. It's a business perk." She laughed. My god, her boobs were way bigger than Rachel's. There was no competition. Hitomi oozed sexuality, while Rachel was flat as a board. I wanted to dive head first in there and kiss them. I couldn't believe this girl was letting me do all of this. I had to resist; I was not single, and I was a good guy. I had to be responsible. Hitomi rubbed her finger along my back as we held each other. "Do you want to get started, Jack?"
I broke off from her eyes, which now that I noticed, were quite beautiful. "Uh, yeah, let's learn some biology. Is my bed okay?"
"Of course," she replied. She walked over to my bed and sat down. I followed her over and sat next to her. "Would you look at that? Our second date and you're already in bed with me!" We both laughed, me probably more nervously than she did.
As we studied, I was so impressed by how well she knew her subject matter. She edged closer and closer the longer we sat together. She crossed her leg closer to me, and the size of her thigh was immense. Her ass must have been the juiciest piece of meat I had ever seen. At another point, she leaned back, puffing out her chest. When we finished studying, she surprised me.
"Now, for your payment..."
"Wait, I thought this was a friend thing! I have to pay you for it?" I asked, semi jokingly.
"Well, I don't need money. I need you to escort me to Target, and go clothes shopping. And you know my public rule, right?"
"I have to pretend to be your boyfriend?"
"You got it! Are you good with that?"
"It's only fair. Let's head out." The two of us left my place. I drove her to the nearby Target. It was so hot that she was all about me like this. We talked all the way over about our new classes and just school in general. I loved talking to her, she had such a fantastic personality. Every time I made her laugh, her chest bobbed up and down, which was distracting to the point I thought I may have hit a pedestrian or two.
When we reached Target, we walked around the women's section for clothes. I normally couldn't stand clothes shopping with a chick, but with her I had a really good time. She saw a picture of one of the models. "Look how tiny she is. Her body is like your girlfriend's body. That's what you like, huh? You're not into curves are you?"
"I'm into girls of all flavors," I said, feeling pretty suave.
She cackled. "Oh yeah? Who's prettier, me or that model right there?"
"I can't lie. You, of course. You've got it goin' on!" I said, trying to play it off cool. That question put me into a really weird spot.
"You're such a sweetie. Okay, I think I have enough stuff here. I'm going to try on these shirts. Want to be a bad boy and sneak into one of the stalls with me?"
"Are we allowed to do that? I don't know..."
"Come on!" She pulled me along. She got herself a stall, and while she was talking to the chick at the counter, I sneaked into her stall. She then walked in after me. When she closed the door, she leaned her back against the door and stared at me, biting her lip. "OK. So here's my problem. As you may have noticed, I'm a bit... endowed. If I wear shirts that go too low, I look skanky, and girls give me mean looks. But if I completely cover up, attractive boys like you have less to look at. So I need to find a comfortable median. Are you up to the task? It may involve a lot of staring at my rack, which you seem to have some skills in."
I laughed. "Okay okay, calm down, I'll help you out."
She turned around and took off her top. Her back was mostly revealed, minus the bra. While she wasn't thin by any means, her body didn't appear to have a whole lot of fat around the mid section. She looked pretty good from the back. She slipped on a blue shirt and turned around. The shirt was not very revealing, except for right on her chest, where it wedged downwards towards the center. I could see a decent amount of cleavage.
"Pretend you don't have a girlfriend for like, one minute. I'm going to saunter over to you seductively. Tell me if it works." She slowly moved towards me. She placed her hand on my shoulder and motioned me to sit down. I obliged of course. As she got closer, her breasts were right in my face. "Hey sailor. Looking for a good time? Eh? Anything?"
"Look, you're gorgeous, but I feel like this covers up too much. Try going way the other direction, and we can go up from there."
She winked at me. "You know I like you more and more each time you open your mouth." She turned and took that off. She got herself into a very revealing tank top. This one was even lower than the one she came in with. "Trying this again. Ahem. Hey sailor. Looking for a good time?" She slowly made her way up to me. Her boobs were right there in my face. She reached her hand around the back of my head and massaged it. I could feel her slowly pulling me in. I was in no position to fight it.
"You know, I'm only in town for one night," I acted. "We have to leave come daylight tomorrow morning."
"Well, you sexy sailor you, maybe I could make your stay here a bit more memorable. She put her knees on either side of me. Her breasts were now directly in front of me. She was now whispering. "I need to test how easy access the shirt is..." She then put more pressure on the back of my head. With her other hand, she guided my hand to the side of her boobs, still straining against the fabric of her tank top. My other hand instinctively moved to the other one. They were so squishy and bulky. I could feel my hands gently sinking into her chest meat. Her mouth was right up against my ear now. "How do they feel?"
"They feel amazing," I said. I was completely under her control. Guilt wasn't even on my mind, though it obviously should have been.
"Let's go further." She pulled me in, and my face mashed against them. My face was deep in her cleavage. It felt absolutely amazing. I couldn't believe how vast they were. They were massive fleshy pillows. "Mmm..." she said, cooing. Her fingers were running through my hair. Both of her hands were working against the back of my head. I squished her tits together and let them go, letting them bounce against my cheeks. I turned my head back and forth, trying to get all over her prominent chest. I felt so incredibly comfortable here, it just felt right. And then, she pulled me out, and our eyes met, hers looking down at mine. We both just stared at each other for a few hour long seconds, and then she pulled me in and kissed me. We made out for a solid 2 minutes. Her tongue met mine and they swam together. It was wet and sticky, and I thought I was going to cum just from that. Our lips smacked off of each other.
"Baby boy, my tits are all yours," she whispered to me. Still at chest level, she pulled me back in to the biggest pair of breasts I had ever been up close and personal with. "God you are so cute," she said to me. "Can I be your little secret?"
"Yes," I mumbled.
"Can you come over to my place? I want to spend more time with you."
"Anything," I heard myself say.
"Go ahead of me. I'll follow you out." I slipped out, to a bewildered attendant. She followed after a bit, and we headed out to my car. I was a zombie for her, and I had never felt more excited in my life. |
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My breasts are very impressive at 46DD with nipples the size of small marsh mellows. My clitoris is over an inch long when flaccid and nearly two inches when erect. My curvy body is tanned a deep golden brown with no tan lines. I spend most of my time outside nude in my walled pool and yard. My arms, legs and pussy have been treated with laser procedures to remove my body hair. My clit and nipples are pierced and I wear gold rings to adorn my them.
I lost my husband four years ago and have been very sexually empty. I miss his hard thick cock violently fucking my pussy and ass. Sucking his big penis was a huge turn on for me as well. I have a very oral oriented sex drive and love to perform fellatio and receive cunnilingus. Anal sex is another experience that I missed. I loved my husband very deeply. We were soulmates, friends and lovers. I took his death very hard and did not even date for several years. I was lonely and sexually frustrated until earlier this year.
I met Darrell on an internet dating site earlier in the year. We messaged each other and started with small talk about our lives in general. After about a month we shared pictures and more private interests. It became evident that we had much in common and we set up a weekend date here in Vegas. We fucked and sucked all weekend. I lost count of how many orgasms I had. My pussy, mouth, ass all got an extreme workout by Darrell's thick nearly nine inch cock. I swallowed so much semen that I can still taste his salty thick spunk.
We hooked up several more times over the spring and early summer. Our days were occupied by dates that included movies, the zoo, baseball games, dinner and walking in the park. I was totally in love with Darrell. It was evident that Darrell had fallen for me as well. One night on our fourth meeting we sucked and fucked each other for several hours. Darrell moved me into a high missionary position and slowly sank his cock to the hilt in my anus. He violently sodomized my ass as he gazed into my eyes. My eyes met his as he grunted. "Jill I love you!"
Darrell resumed fucking me in the ass. As he got ready to cum he pulled out and brought his thick cock to my face. I swallowed him balls deep as he shot thick loads of semen into my throat.
With semen dripping from my lips I said "Darrell. I am not sure if I love you, but I definitely love your big cock and sexy hard tongue."
"I couldn't help myself. I have become so close to you in such a short time. Just looking at you and feeling you like this sent me over the edge." He said.
Darrell is coming down again this weekend to celebrate the 4th of July with me. I am excited that we have four days together. Yesterday I got my hair trimmed and had my gray spots on my temples and forehead dyed to my natural blonde color. I got a jell pedicure and manicure in hot pink. My dresses and sandals needed an upgrade for this summer so I went shopping. At the mall I found three new outfits. A pink dress, a blue dress and a white pant suit. I got matching three inch high heel thong sandals for the dresses and a black pair of kitten heel thongs to go with the pant suit. I have worn contacts for many years. My sexy persona decided it would be fun to get some sexy glasses to surprise Darrell with. I picked a feminized style of aviators with transition lenses so they could double as shades.
This morning I rose early and swam two miles, did an hour of yoga and lifted light weights. I showered afterward and gave myself a two quart enema just in case Darrell wants to fuck me in the ass later in the day. For relaxation I drank coffee as I reviewed the news on the internet.
My new outfits gave me a tough decision. I decided to wear the pant suit. I put on a micro black G-string that barely covered my smooth slit and thick clit. The white pantsuit had capri style bottoms that rode low on my hips. The top was low cut and revealed my substantial cleavage of my minimal bra. It was sleeveless with a bare midriff. The suit was completed by a short sleeve open jacket that covered my shoulders and biceps. My new black high heel thongs are as thin as shoelaces. The straps connect my feet in two places the thong between my toes and a thick heel strap on the back of my foot. The heel is two inches and looks sporty with my pant suit. My feet look amazing with my thick hot pink toes and my numerous toe rings. Darrell's foot fetish will be entertained by these sandals.
My ankles are slim and accentuate my beautiful wide size ten feet. The muscles in my calves contract as I walk in my heels. My toes spread wide as I model my thongs. My pant suit is tight enough that my ass looks amazing in the mirror in my room. The matching gold anklets dangle just above the ankle straps of my new sandals. I will enjoy catching Darrell ogling my toes, calves and ass.
I arrive at the airport about an hour before Darrell's flight is due in. The parking lot is crowded as my red 2016 McLaren 540C,( 3.8 Liter V-8 with 533 Horse Power) roars into the entrance. Several people stop and stare at my 200K sports car as I drive down the lot. In a few minutes I pull into an empty space. I walk to the terminal past several men who obviously admire my big tits and ass in my minimal pantsuit. I buy a soda and relax as I wait for Darrell. The flight arrival boards flash above my head. His flight is on schedule with no delays. After a few minutes I stand and walk to the arrival area. It was now about five minutes after the arrival time. I look for my man in the groups of people walking through the terminal.
"Hello Jill. You look ravishing." I heard behind me.
"You can ravish me after we get your bags." I said with a laugh.
"I love your outfit Jill, you look very nice. Those glasses are very sexy. You look amazing."
"It better look good for the price I paid. You look very nice as well. Of course I will rip those clothes off you to get at that big cock as soon as we get to my house. He embraced me and put his massive arms around my hips and mashed my big tits into his chest. We French kissed for about a minute before we came up for air.
"We better get my luggage before someone steals it." He said.
We held hands as we walked to the Baggage area. Darrell's eyes moved over my entire body as we walked. He smiled as his gaze took in all his favorite areas of my body. My tits, ass, arms, legs and feet were the objects of his desire. "Jill that pant suit is killing me."
"Is that all that is killing you Darrell?"
"Guilty as charged. That smoking hot body underneath that suit is killing me as well."
We arrived and found his luggage as we embraced again in a deep kiss. Our tongues probed our mouths my breath became rapid. My nipples and clit were erect as our arms held each other. Darrell picked me off the floor as he broke off the kiss. He returned me to the floor with a smile. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen Jill."
"Sure Darrell. I think you tell all the women that suck you cock that they are beautiful."
"I admit that is partially true Jill. You are the most beautiful woman that I have fallen for. That includes all your sexual skills."
We arrived at my car and I unlocked the trunk for Darrell. After his bag was loaded I handed Darrell the keys.
"You are letting me drive?" He asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Yes you drive. I will not get a ticket if you are driving." We drive down the Interstate as my hands caress his arms, chest and neck. With one hand I rub his crotch and find his thick engorged penis.
"That feels amazing Jill. No cock sucking while I drive. That was crazy the last time I was here. When I came in your throat I thought I was going to lose control of your car."
"Don't worry Darrell I want this cock for my lunch. I am not interested in a quick snack."
As we neared my house he asked me what I was going to do to him as I rubbed his thick erection.
"First I will strip you naked and drag you into my bed. We will eat each other head to toe. No clothing should interfere with our lunch."
"I know what you are eating Jill. What I am I having?"
"You are having my smooth swollen pussy with hard clitoris. For desert you are having my gaping ass hole." I said with a smirk.
"That sounds delicious Jill. Do I get an appetizer to start off with?"
With a smile I placed my feet on the dash and spread and wiggled my toes in my thong sandals. "You will have tens succulent toes served in these sandals."
We arrived in my driveway and entered the house. After we got settled we kissed and both took a restroom break. I rinsed off my pussy with a warm washcloth and stripped nude except for my G-string and thong sandals. I walked into the living room and lay down on my couch.
"My goodness Jill I am not sure about that lunch. Those snacks look very tasty."
He sat down at foot of the couch the and quickly stripped of all his clothing. He knelt at the end of the couch and slowly moved toward my size ten feet. I made the first move and pushed one of my sandal clad feet into his face. He sucked all four of my smaller toes into his mouth. I looked at him and spread my toes as he swallowed them. Darrell made love to all ten of my toes for several minutes. I looked down and could see his erection leaking semen on the floor. He was very excited by my feet as he sucked and swallowed my thick long toes. Darrell stopped and watched my face and looked with lust at my sandaled feet.
"Jill your eyes were glazed over as I was sucking your toes. That was hot. Are you as turned on as I am?"
I raised my crotch toward his view and showed him the huge wet spot that was ozzing from my moist vagina.
Darrell moved between my legs and slid my G-string to the side. He licked his lips and attacked my erect clit with his tongue. My clit moved between his sucking lips. The effect of the ring that ran through my clit was electric. My breathing became very rapid as he sucked and licked my swollen clitoris. Darrell slid three fingers in and fucked my G-spot as he ate my clit. He licked the head of my clit and then sucked on it till I started to shake and spasm uncontrollably. I watched him as he attacked my clit and cunt with fingers and mouth.
"Eat my pussy you bastard. Harder don't tease me. Put all your fingers in!" I panted as I pushed my mound hard into his mouth. My shaking and spasms turned into full orgasm. I grabbed his head by the ears and mashed my clit into his lips. He swallowed and sucked. My breathing came in hard pants. My toes curled and spread as my arms, legs and back shook with shock convulsing up to my pussy and clit.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! AHHHHHHH! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Suck my clit hard! I am Cuuuummmmmiiinnnnggggg!" I nearly passed out as Darrell kept his lips and tongue locked onto my clit.
Without uttering a word Darrell stood over my prostate body and moved his hard dripping erection toward my face. He grabbed me by the hair and held my head before his thick weapon.
"Open that throat Jill time for your lunch!"
I did as ordered and opened my mouth and throat. He pulled my hair to align my throat by his strong grip. His penis was dripping big blogs of semen that dribbled down into my open throat. My lips swallowed his thickly veined penis as he drove his length into my throat. His balls rested on my chin on each down stroke. His pace quickened. This was not love or a blow job this was a full on throat fuck. I swallowed and opened my throat on each of his down strokes. His balls slapped my chin as he fucked my throat. I decided to massage Darrell's prostate and slipped two fingers into his anus until I found his gland.
He stopped for a moment and withdrew his cock from my esophagus. "I want you to put in three fingers. Your throat feels amazing while your fingers are in me."
I raised up and swallowed one of his balls as I massaged his length. I withdrew my fingers from his ass and concentrated on sucking on his testicles. Darrell's anus gaped open as I moved my mouth toward his ass hole. My tongue found his anus and I lubricated his ass with my saliva.
"Jill that is so hot. Eat my ass you sexy bitch."
My hand still massaged his erection as I milked his thick length. I held him by the balls as I once again engulfed his cock with my throat. I penetrated his ass with my fingers and once again hit his prostate. His cock twitched in my throat as I swallowed him down. His semen was leaking from the head of his cock as I milked him. I patted his butt and removed him from my throat. He raised up and looked down at me.
"Get on your back Darrell so I can get you off. I want to be in control for a while." I said.
Darrell sat on the couch with his legs spread and I got on my knees in front of him between his legs. I immediately deep throated his cock as I lightly scratched and tickled his ball sack with my long fingernails.
"Suck me down Jill. I love you!" He grunted as I fellated his swollen penis.
I reached up and grabbed his legs and placed them on my shoulders. His ass, balls and cock were now open to my assault. Darrell's entire body is hairless so his smooth anus and scrotum looked very erotic. I put his throbbing cock into my wet mouth and throat as he moved his legs. My fingers slid into his slick ass hole and massaged his prostate as I deep throated him balls deep. His penis pulsed and twitched in my throat as his testicles bumped my lower lips. I knew he was close.
"That is it right there. Don't stop. Suck my big dick you slut. I am going to flood your throat you hungry bitch!"
I was excited by the dirty talk. I am a slut when it comes to sex and was very turned on. My clit and nipples were fully erect as I fellated him as he approached orgasm.
His anus gripped my fingers and contracted as his erection twitched in my throat. His balls were moving as semen pulsed and shot through his penis. I deep throated him balls deep five or six times as he ejaculated. I felt his hard penis pulse thick hot semen into my throat.
"Jiiiiiiillllllllll. Swallllloooooowwww Meeeeeeee! I ammmm cuuuummmmming!" He grunted as he held my head as he emptied his seed into my throat.
I swallowed and gulped and swallowed. Darrell came with force and shot seven or eight big bolts of thick hot semen into my mouth and throat. I keep him in my throat as I swallowed his first few shots. After a few seconds I withdrew him from my throat to my mouth so I could taste his semen. I held his balls as I slid my mouth off his penis and admired his organ. His cock leaked thick semen from the head as I milked him with my hand into my open throat. I swallowed his load as I looked at his admiring face.
"That was crazy Jill. I loved watching your face as you sucked me. It was very erotic when our eyes met and you watched me as you deep throated me. Your glasses are so hot."
"With a cock like this how could I resist?" I said as I moved my probing fingers along his prostate. His half erect cock shot another stream of cum out of his penis. I moved my lips over his glans and swallowed this last offering.
"I think we need a shower and a cup of coffee before we continue." I said.
"You are the boss. Do you need an enema?" He asked.
"No Darrell I gave myself one a few hours ago. Of course you can give me one if you wish. To make sure I didn't leave any little turds still in there. I bet you would like that."
"No I trust you. I know you are always cleaned out for me. I could use a tune up myself. If you know what I mean?" He added.
"How exciting Darrell. I will give you an enema. Maybe I will give you an extra- large enema for that loose ass of yours. Later I might surprise your ass with a huge dildo or my fist."
We stood and kissed for a very long time. Darrell played with my big breasts as we French kissed each other. My clit was hard again as he pulled on my piercing rings. I rubbed his chest and shoulders as we broke our kiss. Without a word we held hands as we walked to my shower. He removed my sandals and kissed my toes before we entered the shower.
We washed each other quickly in anticipation of our next round of erotic adventure. After our initial shower I introduced Darrell to my new shower attachment. I administered an enema to him with an attachment that can fill your bowels with about a gallon of water in a minute. We were careful as we rinsed out our rectums several times. He filled me with about two gallons of water. My intestines were so full of water I looked pregnant in the mirror. It took me a long time to shit out all the water from my ass. The feeling was intense. He took about the same amount of water as I did. We took turns shitting all the water and excrement from our intestines and rectums.
I left to put on an outfit for him. I recently purchased a see through black silk body suit. It is black, footless and has an open crotch. A well- worn pair of my black four inch high heel thongs with micro straps will go nicely with this cat suit. I put my glasses back on and add a sports strap to check them on my face. After arranging my hair I walk into the kitchen and prepare coffee for us.
I heard Darrell behind me. I turn around and stand before him. Darrell is naked with his hand jerking on his huge cock. His eyes travel over my body to all his favorite places. He is totally captivated by my body and look.
"Do you need help with that?" I asked as I licked my lips as I was admired his erection.
"Yes I do. Do you need cream in your coffee?"
I move near him and we kiss as my hand massages his cock. I kneel and swallow his thick penis balls deep. He caresses my face as I slowly fellate him. After a few minutes I stand up and sit on the counter with my legs crossed.
"Here is your coffee big boy. Let us visit for a minute before we fuck."
I handed him his coffee as we talked for a few minutes about our next hour or so of sexual intercourse. Much of our sex has been spontaneous, but we also shared mutual fetish kinky sex tastes and fantasies. We decided on scripting our sex in advance. One subject that always came up was Darrell's extreme attraction to my feet in my thong sandals. My first husband sucked my toes occasionally because I asked him to. Darrell loved sucking my toes every time he saw me. He told what turned him on specifically about my feet. I listened to him as I sat on the counter and spread my toes apart in my open thongs as him stroked his cock and talked. He stopped playing with himself and got on his knees.
"Do you want me to take off your sandals?" He asked as he admired my sandaled feet.
"No I know you want them on my feet. I will want these on as you fuck me. I love it when you use the heels as handles. " I added.
Darrell placed my feet in his hands and gazed at them feet for several minutes. I spread my toes and gave him different views of my feet in their thong sandal prison. He told me that the bondage effect on my feet in thong sandals is what turns him on. He says they are like G-strings for your feet and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.
He licked my feet between the toes. After a few minutes he sucked the toes on one foot as he masturbated with his other hand. I pushed my spread toes into his mouth as he sucked harder.
"Suck momma's toes you sweet boy. I need that big cock of yours when you are finished eating my toes."
He looked at me with lust in his eyes as he swallowed my thick pink toes. He spit my toes out of his mouth and moved to my clit and licked my open pussy and anus. This was lubrication for our scripted fucking.
Darrell stood and leaned over to kiss my mouth. We forcefully kiss with our tongues probing our lips and mouths. My clit and nipples are erect as my breathing intensifies. He massages my breasts and pinches my hard nipples between his fingers. My hands find his cock and ball sack and I milk his length with a hard grip. He picks me up and carries me to my bed and puts me down on my back. We move into a high missionary position.
"What are you going to do to me Darrell?" I ask while licking my lips.
"I am going to fuck the shit out of you till you scream and beg for more." He said as he held my ankles high exposing my ass and pussy before him.
"Are you going to fuck my pussy and ass?"
"I fill fuck both and cum in your mouth. You need some ATM." He added.
This dirty talk was a turn on. We already planned out our sexual activity. Without any more talk he slid balls deep in my slick wet cunt. I held my legs wide as he fingered my clit and pulled on my piercing ring while he fucked me. He sucked my big tits through my body stocking and electricity pulsed through my body as I got wetter. Darrell fucked me hard and I thrust up to meet his fucking. Our mouths engaged for some erotic kissing as we copulated with force. His thick penis felt enormous as he rapidly hammered into me using all 220 pounds of his thickly muscled legs and ass.
He stopped and moved his hands back to my ankles. I watched him as he put my sandaled feet to his face. He sucked my toes as he fucked me with his entire length. I pulled on my clit and without warning came hard.
"Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck me faster don't stop. Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed.
Darrell fucked me like a steam engine until my orgasm subsided. He slid off me and presented his cock before my face. I deep throated his wet steely cock in one swallow.
"Jill I know I am off script now. I couldn't help myself. Your mouth is so hot. My cock needs some lube for your ass." I slobbered on his big penis as he withdrew from my throat.
"Fuck my ass with that huge cock." I commanded.
He pushed half his length into my ass and teased me with his cock as he looked at my body. His eyes moved from my clit to my and breasts and focused on my feet. I spread and wiggled my toes as he thrust all of his cock into my ass. He concentrated on fucking my ass as he was captivated by my sandaled feet. I used my sphincter to milk his cock. He bottomed out in my deep ass on each down stroke. I shit his cock out of my ass on each stroke. Our eyes met as his thick penis sodomized me.
"Suck my toes as you fuck me." I grunted.
Without responding he swallowed the front of my left foot sandal and all. I wiggled my toes as I licked my lips as he power fucked my anus. I pulled on my clit as he resumed sucking my toes. He moved his mouth off my toes and put his hands on my throat as he fucked me. He tightened his grip as neared orgasm. He quivered and shook as he neared orgasm. I put my feet in front of his face as he fucked me. I felt his cock pulse as he jumped off me.
"Jiiiiillllllllllllllllllll! Swalllllllooooooooow my load!"
The first pulse hit my forehead. I clamped my lips over his glans as the second wad hit the back of my throat. By the third shot I deep throated his shooting cock to the base. I held him in my throat as I swallowed all of his thick hot semen.
We looked at each other as he stood over me. It was not even lunch time yet. I smiled at him as he helped me up to my feet.
"Let us have a sandwich or something before we clean up." I said.
"That sounds like a good idea. I don't want to wear you out." Darrell said.
We ate lunch had some tea and spent three more days dancing, dining, swimming and every sexual position imaginable. |
Don't Look Back Ch. 19 | 6,546 | 4.6 | 977,813 | [
"m/m erotica",
"contemporary",
"m/m romance",
"taboo",
"incest",
"father/son",
"rural"
] | Lee's lips were soft, his breath warm, and his fingers were doing the most amazing things to Marshall's flesh. Marshall ate up the attention. Not that he didn't have Lee's attention on a regular basis, but today was special, and he felt like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to see what Santa had brought. Except in this case Santa had brought Lee, and Lee brought joy to Marshall's world.
When Lee backed off and rose, Marshall moaned at the loss.
"Just for a second," Lee assured him. "Be right back."
Marshall's eyes fastened on Lee's hot ass as he knelt beside the cooler and rummaged through their bag. He licked his lips appreciatively at the sight. When Lee returned, he held the honey bear in one hand, the lube in the other. Now Marshall was even more confused as to Lee's intentions.
"You hungry?" he ventured a guess.
Lee gave him a knowing smile. "Always hungry for you, aren't I?"
Marshall had to grin at that. Familiar warmth stole through his body at Lee's words. "Yeah, but that doesn't explain... Oooh..."
Lee tossed the lube onto the blanket. He opened the bear and removed the seal that proved it was virgin and untouched by anyone else. Upending it, he began to slowly drizzle honey over Marshall's nipples, first one and then the other. Marshall watched the process with fascination. What in the world was Lee up to?
When Lee touched the tip of his tongue to one nipple, Marshall began to understand. Even more so, as Lee licked around the pink nub before taking it fully into his mouth and sucking. Marshall moaned in appreciation. Lee repeated the procedure on the second nipple. By the time he was done, they were rosy and stiff peaks, and ached pleasurably.
Lee leaned back and squatted on his haunches. His eyes hungrily grazed over Marshall, who writhed impatiently. Marshall knew better than to whimper. He bit his tongue as he waited for Lee to make his next move. He didn't have long to wait.
Lee moved farther south, and turned the bear upside down again, holding it over Marshall's hard, weeping cock. The viscous substance oozed out, hitting the cockhead, sliding slowly down the side. Lee used his fingers to help coat Marshall's erection with the sweet stuff, before he bent over it and took it into his mouth in its entirety.
Lee's mouth was warm and wet around Marshall's cock, and his tongue was doing things that in certain societies might be considered criminal. Marshall arched his back, digging his fingers into the blanket beneath him. A gentle breeze stirred the air, and purple blossoms descended upon them in a colorful shower.
Lee took Marshall's hairless balls in one hand, rolling them between his fingers. He'd given them a quick going over in the bathroom last night, just in case. Not that they were all that hairy to begin with. Lee had a lot more hair down there than Marshall did.
"Finger," Marshall moaned needily. "Please," he added as an afterthought, although today he knew it wasn't mandatory. Still, couldn't hurt.
Lee knew what Marshall wanted—Lee always understood Marshall's needs. Marshall watched as Lee moved his hand from Marshall's balls, picked up the lube and one-handedly pushed open the cap. He spilled a small amount of the lube onto Marshall's stomach; it was cool to the touch, not unpleasantly so. Setting the tube aside, Lee dipped his fingers into the substance, slicking them. "Spread'em, sweet cheeks," he directed, and Marshall happily obeyed.
Marshall pulled his legs back and held them against his chest, knowing this would give Lee greater access.
"How many?" Lee wanted to know, licking the top of Marshall's cock.
"Three."
"Let's work up to that, why don't we? Start with two?"
Marshall nodded his assent. Lee slid two fingers slowly inside Marshall's channel, even as he devoured his cock once more. Oh God, that felt good. He clenched his muscles about Lee's fingers, hoping to keep them there forever. He knew what was coming, and he braced for it.
Sure enough, Lee reached Marshall's prostate and pushed against the bundle of nerves. Marshall yelped; Lee did it again.
"More!" he gasped, and felt Lee add the third finger he'd promised.
Marshall felt full, but in a good way. There was only one thing better than having Lee fingerfuck him, and that was being filled by Lee himself. He closed his eyes and gave in to the sensations that bombarded him, to the glory of the moment.
Cool air hit his cock as Lee pulled off again, and removed his fingers gently from Marshall's ass. "I think you're ready. Roll on your side."
Marshall wasted no time in doing as directed. Lee lifted one leg and raised it to his shoulder before he pushed inside Marshall with one thrust.
"Go ahead and touch," Lee gave his permission. Marshall quickly wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped, even as Lee began to thrust in and out in a quick rhythm.
Marshall's control began to slip. He was about to come, and he knew it. That familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach that began to grow, radiating outward, rapidly. The feeling sparked and caught fire as his cock began to spasm and Lee thrust harder. Marshall kept pumping his cock, ejaculating in quick spurts that coated his hand and chest.
A few hard thrusts later, he felt Lee's release fill him warmly, heard Lee moan his name aloud as he came, before he collapsed onto the blanket, pulling Marshall close.
Damn, that was good. If the fishing was even half as good, it would be a perfect day. Drained, he was tempted to close his eyes for a moment. It was a struggle not to give in. But in the end, he gave up and fell asleep against Lee, inhaling his familiar scent. |
Don't Look Back Ch. 29 | 6,375 | 4.75 | 1,067,233 | [
"m/m erotica",
"taboo",
"m/m romance",
"incest",
"rural",
"father/son",
"contemporary"
] | Marshall thought dinner would never end.
It felt like everyone they knew in Burnham—which was practically the whole town—had decided to eat at Milly's that night. And every one of them had something they needed to say, a story they had to tell, or a question that just had to be asked.
The situation was exacerbated by random pulses shooting through his ass when Lee touched the remote, which he'd brought with him. Of course, Marshall could have told him to stop that and Lee would have, no questions asked. But Marshall wasn't about to do that. It was torture, sure, but of the most exquisite kind. And Marshall knew if he endured it, then his reward would be all the sweeter for having done so.
At least when Roy invited them back to his house to shoot a little pool, Lee graciously declined the invitation, citing pressing business that needed to be taken care of. Roy shook his head at them good-naturedly, and just grinned.
Good thing dinner didn't last any longer than it did. Marshall's legs were almost jelly by the time they got up to go. His ass was on fire, and every nerve ending he possessed was on high alert, in anticipation of what was to come. Lee held out his arm to give him something to hang on to, but Marshall stubbornly refused. He saw amusement glint in Lee's eyes, as well as admiration.
They arrived home in record time, and made a beeline for the bedroom. No more waiting, no more foreplay, no more anticipation. The moment of truth had arrived.
"Undress, boy," Lee directed, and Marshall wasted no time in obeying, his fingers fumbling at every button, his arousal so intense he could almost taste it. Lee also stripped, down to his own bulging erection, evidence of his desire for Marshall. He pointed to the bed, and Marshall lay down, bending his legs, and spreading them apart for Lee's benefit.
When Lee removed the butt plug, Marshall felt an emptiness, an ache that demanded to be filled. He bit back the whimper that threatened to spill from his throat, but he was sure his eyes reflected his neediness. Not to mention, Lee could read him like a book.
Lee knelt between Marshall's legs, laying a tender kiss on either knee, as he inserted two fingers inside of Marshall. "Damn, boy, you're ready for me, aren't you?"
"Sir, yes Sir," Marshall agreed. "Aren't I always ready for you?"
"Hell yes, you are."
Lee teasingly licked along the inside of one thigh, down the length of the leg to the crease. He twisted his fingers inside of Marshall, eliciting a moan.
"You did good tonight, boy," Lee praised him. "You deserve a reward. What would you like?"
Marshall was conflicted. On the one hand, he'd love to take Lee's fat dick into his mouth and suck him off until he screamed. But on the other hand, his need to have that cock inside his ass, fucking him hard, was pretty strong.
What he didn't expect was for Lee to offer him Door Number Three. The chance to do something he'd often dreamed of, but never been allowed to do.
Lee removed his fingers from Marshall's channel, then stretched himself out on top of Marshall, their cocks rubbing deliciously together, as he murmured in Marshall's ear, "How about tonight I fuck you to your heart's delight and tomorrow night, I let *you* fuck *me*?"
Well, knock him down with a feather...
Marshall had dreamed about this moment for such a long time, he was sure he must be hallucinating. Hearing what he wanted to hear. But no, those words had actually come out of Lee's mouth. He'd actually made the offer.
Was there any question what Marshall's answer would be?
Heart beating almost out of his chest, he responded in a voice thick with lust, "Yes Sir, that sounds perfect." And then Lee's mouth crashed down on his, and he was consumed once again with love for Lee.
Marshall arched up into Lee's embrace. He locked his ankles at the base of Lee's back, rubbing against him almost frantically, his need growing stronger by the second. When they came up for air at last, Lee moaned, "Roll over and grab the headboard." Marshall wasted no time in obeying, kneeling on their pillows at the head of the bed.
Lee pressed up against Marshall. He pulled Marshall's hair back from his ear and sucked the earlobe into his mouth, even as he reached around him, caressing his chest and nipples.
Marshall thought he might lose his mind if Lee didn't get inside of him right now. He ached to be filled by Lee's cock. He hungered for him more than he'd ever thought it was possible to want someone.
"Lee," he moaned, unable to suppress his need.
"Yes, baby," Lee murmured, as he thrust up inside Marshall, filling him completely.
"Yes!" Marshall cried. "God, yes." He gripped the headboard tightly, pushing back to meet Lee's thrusts.
"Not deep enough," Lee declared, after several minutes of intense exertion. He slapped one of Marshall's cheeks. "On your back," he commanded, withdrawing, to Marshall's chagrin.
Marshall slid quickly onto his back, his eyes pleading for Lee. Lee lifted Marshall's leg, placed it on top of his shoulder and re-positioned himself inside of Marshall. The new angle meant he could thrust harder and deeper, and Marshall moaned his approval with every breath he took.
This was what Marshall had been waiting for all day. This was the main event for which the vibrating butt plug had only been the warm-up bout. All the sweet agony he'd endured every time Lee pressed the remote was worthwhile, justified by this moment in time. Even sitting through dinner plugged and unable to do anything to ease his agony.
"Goddammit, Lee, I love you so much."
Lee's lips made further words unnecessary. |
Hotel Pictures Ch. 02 | 66,951 | 4.58 | 174,878 | [
"sex molly",
"box note",
"cab turned",
"looked giggled",
"finally man",
"room dress",
"cell number",
"room picked",
"molly pulled",
"join dinner"
] | *In the first story (Hotel Pictures Ch. 01) we told you the story about our first night in NYC, where we took in a Broadway play and then returned to the hotel for some heavy sex and picture play. Our pictures recorded our exhibitionism. Our exhibitionism took us into the hotel hallway, and finally into another man's room, where Molly received some great sex from two men.
We slept the night as a three. In the morning the man was gone. In his place we found a box and a note.*
\* \* \* \* \* \*
The sun streaming in the open window woke Molly and me up the next morning. I found her naked in my arms. We had slept the night in his room.
I looked for a clock and found the time to be late morning.
Molly stirred, we both sat up.
On the bed lay a large white box and a note. I opened the note, read, it and gave it to Molly.
She read the note, smiled. She looked at me, and said, "Do you want to?"
I smiled back, "Why not."
The note read: "I enjoyed our evening last night and was hoping that you two might join me for dinner tonight. In the box is a gift, for which if you accept, I would like Molly to wear. Call me at my cell number around 8 p.m. and I will give you directions to the restaurant".
His cell number was attached to the note.
Molly got up from the bed. Moved over to the box and opened it.
She pushed the white tissue paper aside and pulled out a small, beautiful black dress that twinkled in the sunlight. She held it up against her naked body. There was not much material from what I could see. She looked back down at the box, reached down, and pulled out a very small, sheer, black matching g-string.
She looked up at me and giggled. Threw her hair back and proceeded to put the items on.
First she put the g-string on and modeled it for me. It barely covered her bush. There was only a thin string that wrapped round her waist and ran down between her legs. The black triangle that covered her pussy was long and not very wide. It looked very sexy on her.
She placed the dress up, over her head, and let it slide down over her naked body. The spaghetti straps dropped onto her shoulders, stopping the downward movement of the dress.
The dress just barely covered her. It dipped very low in the back. It was clearly designed not to be worn with a bra. The front draped over her breasts like fine curtains, such that you could see the movement of her breasts as she walked. The dress was very short, just barely covering her ass. It was very revealing.
Molly walked around the room, found a mirror and started to admire herself in the dress. She turned to me, smiled, and said: "I love it, don't you?"
I said, "It certainly compliments your figure leaving very little to the imagination."
She smiled, "Yes, I see it does not cover much, but I do love it. Let's go to dinner with him. What do we have to loose after what we did last night."
"I agree."
"Okay, let's go back to our room and freshen up. We didn't get much sleep last night, so maybe we should rest up for our dinner?" she said.
With that I said, "Yes, now take the dress off and put it back into the box."
She smiled at me and then said, "Okay, you want me to walk back to our room naked!"
I had forgotten that the robe was not with us. I smiled and said, "No, keep the dress on and let's go."
She put her heels back on, grabbed the note and the box. I opened the door and out we went.
There were two men in the hallway talking outside their room. We were not going to get back to our room without being seen. We made our way down the hallway. I looked for the robe but it was no where to be found. The men certainly noticed my wife in her short black dress. They stopped talking and just stared as we walked by.
We quickly made our way down to the room. Unlocked the door and disappeared inside.
Molly turned to me. Threw her arms around my neck. Placed a kiss on my lips and said, "Did you see how those men looked at me in this dress!"
"Yes," I answered, "They saw what I am seeing now, a very sexy lady with gorgeous legs."
She giggled and walked to the middle of the room.
She took off the dress, g-string, heels, and stockings and then dashed into the bathroom. I heard the water running, so I knew she was taking a shower. She came out 20 minutes later, naked with a towel wrapped around her head. Naked.
She removed the towel, took the dryer and started to dry her hair to brush out the wetness.
As she dried her hair, I moved over to her and grabbed her breasts from behind. She leaned back into my arms. She turned to give me a kiss. We moved over and fell into the bed. We kissed, but it was clear we were tired. It was not long before the kissing stopped and we fell asleep.
\* \* \* \* \* \*
The next I knew, it was 7 p.m. We had slept through the afternoon and it was now evening. It was time to get up. I gently rocked Molly and her eyes opened.
"Do you still want to go to dinner with him?" I asked.
"Yes, I want to wear that dress for both of you."
"We only have an hour, Molly, so we need to rush."
We rolled out of the bed and Molly went to work getting ready, while I took a shower.
When I came out of the bathroom I found Molly brushing her air by the open window with only stockings and heels on. She was giving NYC another show.
She turned to me and said, "You missed the show I was giving. There were two men at the corner watching me as I brushed my hair. The traffic light turned a few times. They could have crossed. They did not move their heads from me. I watched them as they watched me."
I walked up to Molly. Looked out the window and saw nothing. I then turned to her, placed my hand between her legs and felt her wetness. From her wetness, I knew she was telling me the truth.
She moved away from the window and into the room. She picked up the g-string and stepped into it. She modeled it for me, strutting around the room, and then picked up the little black dress. Placing it over her head, she let it and slide down over her body until it fell into place again. She looked great earlier in the dress, but now her mane of hair was brushed out which made her look even sexier.
I almost didn't want to go to the restaurant.
Molly said, "Did you call?"
"No," I answered, "I was just about to do that."
I found his cell number and called. On the fourth ring a male's voice answered.
"Hi," I said, "this is Molly's husband. Do you still want us to join you for dinner?"
"Oh, yes," he answered, "I was hoping you would call. I am sitting in the restaurant bar right now having a drink. I have reservations for three at 8:30. Are you ready to jump into a cab now, or do I need to change the reservation?"
"No, we are ready."
He gave me the name of the restaurant and its location, and then hung up.
Molly and I made our way down to the lobby and out the door. The eyes of many men followed her as she moved through the hotel. The doorman called us a cab and appeared more interested in helping Molly into the cab, which was no surprise. Why I tipped him I do not know, since Molly provided her own tip, showing those long, tan legs of hers in that short black dress. He smiled, told us to have a good evening, and closed the door.
I gave the cabbie the address and off we went.
We arrived at the restaurant within 15 minutes. I paid the cab. I got out of the cab, turned and gave Molly my hand as she slid out of the cab. She was having trouble keeping her dress down as she got out. She showed a lot of leg and ass before stepping out into the street.
The restaurant's doorman gave Molly the biggest of smiles as he held the door open for us. We entered the restaurant.
I approached the maitre d' and gave him our party reservation name. He smiled at Molly, told us to follow him and in we went.
He took us to a booth in the back of the restaurant where the lights were dimmer.
As we come around the side of the booth we found our stranger. He smiled. Got out of the booth, shook my hand, turned to Molly, pulled her into his arms and gave her a big kiss.
"I am so glad you came to join me for dinner. This is one of my favorite restaurants. I hope you enjoy the food as much as I have," said the man.
He helped Molly into the booth, directing me to the other side. We slid into the booth, with Molly between us.
"I am so glad you came and I am so thrilled that you are wearing the gift I gave you. You look great in it!"
Molly smiled and said, "I would have had a problem getting back to our room if I didn't have this dress. It is beautiful and I do love it."
"I am very pleased," he said.
Suddenly the waiter was at the table. He asked us and asked if we like something to drink before the meal. All three of us nodded in agreement. We ordered a bottle of red wine.
The waiter returned shortly with the wine and poured us each a drink.
The man raised his glass, "To Molly, you were exquisite last night. I loved looking at you last night and I love looking at you now."
We talked, drank, laughed and told stories.
I had not noticed the time go by, but I did notice when there were two empty wine bottles and a third almost empty.
The conversation started to turn towards sex.
Molly was having trouble with the dress. The spaghetti straps kept falling off her shoulders. Every now and then a breast came into view. That probably explained why the waiter was so attentive.
Finally the man stopped talking. Looked into Molly's eyes and said, "Molly, I would like one item back. Can I have the g-string that I gave you?"
Molly, squirmed, looked back and said, "What do you mean? Do you want the panties I have on right now?"
"Yes," he answered.
Molly looked at me. I smiled back. She then looked back at the man and said, "Okay, let me go to the ladies room and I will take them off."
"No, I want you to take them off here," he said.
"I would be too embarrassed to do that here," she said. "What if someone would see me?"
"No one will see you sitting back her between your husband and me. And we can help you."
Molly smiled looked around the restaurant and then said, "Okay."
With that she pulled the dress up to her waist, moved the strings down her thighs, raised her ass off the seat and moved the g-string down to her knees.
"Let me do the rest," he said.
He moved his hand onto her body, down along her waist, between her legs, over her thigh, down to her knees, and grabbed the g-string.
She shuttered a little as his hand moved down her body.
He reached down, moved the g-string to her ankles while she raised her legs. He pulled the item off her feet. He then brought the g-string to his face and breathed in her scent.
"You smelled so good last night and now I have your body perfume to remember you by."
Molly smiled a nervous smile.
The wine continued to flow while we enjoyed our dinner. The waiter had just removed our plates when the man turned to Molly and said, "I want you to pull your dress up and spread your legs for us to see your sex, Molly."
She had, had enough wine and compliments that she did not question the request but immediately did what he asked. As she spread her legs we both could see the hairs on her pussy. After spreading her legs, she looked first at him and then at me.
As she put the wine glass to her lips, his hand moved to her leg. She jumped to his touch, but did not try to move away. She held the glass to her lips as his hand moved up her thigh finding his target, her pussy.
He moved his hand between her legs and pushed his finger into her opening. She jumped again. He withdrew his hand, moving his hand along her thigh, and back to her ass.
"Molly, raise your ass up from the seat."
She complied with his request.
He placed his hand on the seat under her ass.
"Now sit on my hand, Molly."
She squirmed as she lowered her ass to his hand.
He looked at me at said, "play with her clit."
I moved my hand moved down under the table, over her legs, between her legs and pushed down between her legs until I found the tip of her clit. I lightly moved my finger back and forth over her clit. She started to move her hips.
She was getting excited and we both could see that. While she moved he placed his other hand onto one spaghetti strap and gave me a look to do the same. We both moved the straps down over her shoulders and let the light material drop down. Her breasts were in view over the table. We moved her dress down exposing both breasts, visible above the table. She did not mind. She was now concentrating on her growing orgasm.
His hand moved under her ass and then she jumped.
"Yes, yes," she said, "put your finger into my ass."
She wiggled and moaned and I was certain my hand was on her clit while his finger was working her anus. She was clearly on her way to an orgasm.
She was starting to move even more now. She grabbed both of us and started to rock in her seat. She was now on her way; she was not going to return until she was done.
As her excitement grew the waiter returned. He stood over us, smiling, looking down.
She closed her eyes, placed her hands down onto the seat, arched her back, pushed out her breasts, and continued to rock.
She was naked except for a thin strip of black material that lay around her waist.
She looked up. Saw the waiter. Stared at him and came. She shook, cried softly, and grabbed my hand while she continued to shake with an intense orgasm.
She then closed her eyes, lowered her head and sat there not moving.
It felt like forever before anyone spoke.
The waiter finally said, "Will there be anything else?"
The man looked up and said, "Yes, do you have any scissors?"
"Yes, we do sir," answered the waiter.
"I would like to borrow a pair of scissors. You can also bring the check."
"Yes, sir", and with that he ran off, returning very shortly with both items.
Molly was still sitting naked, enjoying her orgasm when he returned.
The waiter handed the bill and the scissors to the man.
The man took the scissors and said, "Molly, lay back in your husbands arms, I would like to take something of yours to remember you by."
She did not answer, just turned facing the man, fully exposed, and lay back against me.
"Molly, now spread your legs. Don't worry, I will not hurt you."
She did as she was asked and spread her legs exposing her cunt to the man.
He moved the scissors down towards her pussy. At first I thought he was going to cut the dress off of her body. Instead he pinched a clump of her public hairs between two fingers, pulled lightly and used the scissors to cut the pubic hair from her body. There was a clear patch of hair missing from her pussy now. She looked down at what he did and giggled.
He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. Placed the clump of pubic hair into the material, carefully folded the handkerchief around the hair, picked the bundle up and placed it into his suit jacket.
He then said, "I need to leave now. Would you walk me out to the street?"
Molly sat up, smiled, and pulled the dress back up over her breasts.
We got out of the booth. Molly pulled her dress down over her ass as she stood up. All this time the waiter was quietly watching and smiling. He wished us well as we moved towards the front door.
We stepped out into the chilly air. The man waved down a cab. He turned to me and shook my hand, saying, "Thank you for sharing your wife, she is one sexy lady."
Then he turned to Molly, pulled her into his arms, planted a long, deep kiss on her mouth while his hands raised her skirt and played with her ass. She let him expose her ass to the people walking by on the street.
He finished his kiss and thanked us again, jumped into the cab and took off.
We never did get his name. Not that it mattered. I watched his cab drive off while my hand ran down, under Molly's skirt to find her pussy. I ran my finger between her legs and felt her wetness. "I think someone wants something as much as I do," I said.
She answered, "I was hoping you would say that." |
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Cub: Are you busy?
Cougar: No, just watching a movie. What's up?
Cub: Just wondered if you want to come over and pick me up, we could mess around a little...
Cougar: Twist my arm. Giggle. I'll be there in an hour.
Cub: Dress sparsely.
Something melts in me as a silly smitten smile spreads itself over my face.
Yay. Stripping off my sweats, I looked in the mirror. My nipples were firm and already excited. Now that I knew him, my body turned on just thinking of the way he touched me. I started the shower and strolled naked to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. To think I used to be too shy to walk around naked.
"Your body is perfect, baby, exactly how it is. I love every single square inch of you and can't wait to prove it to you." Over time he told me this in countless ways until I actually started to believe it.
Things had heated back up again after cooling down a bit over summer. Once again there was some hot making out going on in the backseat of a certain Cougar's car. Even though I was sexually dormant when I met him, he slowly but surely coaxed me to take a chance. Now I never knew when he would be back in town.
In the beginning he just flirted. Great eye contact. He asked me, "Who takes care of you?" I was divorcing and working at a a dead end job. Literally, it was a cemetery. I hadn't had good sex for years and did not see myself as attractive. He did. Now I know why.
Divorcing women put out a definite vibe
Horny? Yes. But deeper than that, many new divorcees are willing to take risks for the first time in years. Especially when tempted by a younger man with an imagination. This was sure true of me. He makes me feel like I am 17 again. We are no strings attached, physical only sex buddies. He's in his 40s, I'm in my 60s.
Tonight was another absolutely perfect play session. There is nothing like these midnight make out marathons. A fucking fountain of youth every single time.
We drove to a dark parking lot at our usual dark shadowy park where the car would be hard to see and climbed into the back seat. He sat in the passenger rear seat and I snuggled in in front of him crossing his body with my own.
He held me close and I inhaled his scent. My breath sped up and my body began to respond instantly to his touch. He ran his hands down my sides and over the outside of my yoga pants, down my outer thighs. He knows me well and I trust my pleasure in his hands. Mmmmmm.
I shivered and a little moan escaped my lips.
He slowly swept up my inner thigh lifting his hand as he approached top of the seam. I know my wetness has soaked through. Feeling the heat, he growled in my ear. Wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight, my body began to convulse gently. Breathing faster and thirsty for this squeeze I pressed my body into his.
"I love this, oh god...." my voice faded into giggles. "I love making you feel like this." He said and started to kiss me again. We hadn't kissed like this in a very long time.
Sweet playful kisses, nips and nibbles.
Meanwhile his hand found its way up my inner thigh again and this time my legs swing open easily as he strokes me through the fabric of my yoga pants. The electricity of his touch through fabric always makes me squeal with delight. He knows how to press just right to trigger wave after wave of pure orgasm.
"Are you ok?" He's kidding, right?
Panting and shivering I managed to choke out, "Oh my yes...yes....please, baby."
He covered my mouth with his and our tongues probed and danced as his hand pressed down between my legs. Minutes ticked by as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.
When I think I am done, he laughs. "Not yet." He purrs in my ear and finds a new way to ramp me up into the O-Zone. Fuck. I think an hour went by. I was sweaty and punch drunk with pleasure.
Catching my breath and grabbing the water bottle I giggled.
You are such a good boy, such a very, very good boy. Hearing the whimper I knew he couldn't hold back, I reached down and felt him through his shorts. He was hard in my hands and helped me open his zipper. I love the feel of his hardness in my hands. It is exciting for me to have someone to play with, and I plan to take my time.
I know he wants my mouth on him.
I also know that making him wait makes it better. I pulled up his shirt and laid my head on his belly. He wrapped my hair in his fingers. "Oh Baby." He moaned as I blew over his most tender spot. I licked him long and slow and then I stopped and looked at him, batting my girlie green eyes and letting him know how very much I love messing around with him.
I moved back up and we kissed again. Enjoying each other, feasting, nibbling, laughing and then I returned to his lap and cupped his boys in my hand. He is hairless and the velvety texture of the skin against my fingers is delicious.
My hands ache to touch a man. When I have the opportunity I take my time with long slow strokes. My hands tingle with pleasure. He is good to me and takes the time to explore my developing sexuality. Why not have him as a BF? Because he would suck at it.
Traditional relationships are super high maintenance and not for everyone or for every time. Casual sex can be the perfect solution when you are in between. Here is why it works for me. If you are a younger, come find us! We are shy at first and need to be coaxed!
10 Reasons Why I Love This Friends With Benefits Relationship
1. We have great sex. It is not making love but it is a sweet love-making that is in many ways best sex I've ever had. Maybe I will call it making pleasure. It is an amazing gift to spend a long time pleasuring someone. We are on the same wave length sexually and have little else in common.
2. He's a Ladies First kind of guy. While there have been a couple of quickies in our history, when we get together to play, we play. Sometimes for a few hours. He always makes sure that I am done and done in. I love that about him. By time I am in my orgasmic echoes, I can't wait to kiss, taste and play with him.
3. I'm a lady who loves pleasing her man. He is very verbal when I go down on him and I love that. It turns me on when he tells me how hot I make him feel. I love his hands in my hair. I am uninhibited and free flowing with him and the echoes of our time together feed my writing for days on end.
4. I love the detachment I am learning. I love how I feel when I am with him and I love how I feel when I leave him. I feel like I step into a time machine. I feel all of 17 years old again. Messing around in the back seat of the car is as much fun as it was once upon a time...no, more fun. Cuddling, kissing and fondling.... Heck, most of the sex I have with him is fully clothed. Hey don't knock it if you haven't tried it for a few decades.
5. I don't live with him. His life, habits, diet and sleep patterns are his own. I have my home, my life, my friends and my work that I nurture and enjoy. I don't need to disclose my private life, credit score or other personal information. I also don't need to run a credit check, meet his family, introduce him to my kids or plan any holidays together. (Practice safe sex at all times. Use protection. Be an adult.)
6. I choose my life with only me to care about. My career, my finances, my pets and my home are all my business. I am in charge of myself. I also am in charge of my own mood and well being. There is no checking in, getting permission or being micro-managed. I get to be Queen of my world. He is in charge of his.
7. Having a much younger sex buddy is great for my ego. I am newly divorced and not interested in a long term commitment with anyone right now. Orgasms make me feel grounded and calm. My friend with benefits is not my only resource. He inspires my solo sex life with the fantasies I write.
8. I am orgasmic without being in love. I have learned that orgasm can be separate from romance and emotional connection. I am doing it. There is a connection. We definitely enjoy each other.
It is a lusty erotic ha cha cha but that is where it ends. Orgasm is more accessible because he is familiar and I trust him. My sex life is not dependent on him. Nor is his on me. When we are together, we are all in. When we are apart we are apart. A practice in presence.
9. I live the calm, grounded life of a well sexed woman. When a woman is getting enough sex (only she can know) there is an unmistakable impact on her life. Sex does a body good. Google all of the benefits of orgasm.
10. It is a little bit naughty. Being raised a good little Catholic girl and spending years wrapped up in religious opinions about sex, I am living out a life I never believed was even possible. I am redefining my own sex life. I am having mind blowing orgasms on my time, when I want and with who I want. I practice safe real time and virtual solo sex. I love orgasm and I love how I feel when I have a steady diet of safe erotic pleasure.
If you want to find an older woman fun to date and have sex with, fantastic.
Just remember, I have been doing this for years. In the beginning, I had to be gently coaxed into being playful sexually. This man, who took the time to draw me out slowly was richly, ravishingly rewarded. So was I.
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Double or Nothing Ch. 08 | 49,410 | 4.51 | 591,548 | [
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Emily.
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked quietly.
"Mmmm," I think was my answer. She touched my shoulder, and I, her hand.
Holding it, sleep took me back, quickly.
Some time later, I opened my eyes as the sun began pressing in through the curtains. I could hear my parents putting away things in the kitchen. With a glance at the clock, I knew they'd be leaving soon.
I looked down at sleeping Emily. Her hair was a mess. She had kicked off the sheets in the night. She had slept beside me in plain white cotton things, stained from my brother's seed seeping out of her, and she still smelled faintly of sex. Her pale belly peeked out at me from the gap between her two garments.
I watched her breathe, the way her full breasts moved slightly under the camisole with the rising and falling of her chest. I felt the urge to touch her, then, anywhere, everywhere, but I resisted, letting her sleep.
Once my parents had gone, I crawled out of bed, noticing as I passed that Emily had folded her clothes on the floor. The house was quiet. Jordan must have still been asleep, too.
I made a cup of hot tea and went out on the deck in my little nightgown to drink it. The morning was already warm. In the quiet, feeling daring, I slipped out of my nightdress and stood there where no one could see me, just me and the warm cup in my hands. I thought of the streaker who had started us all on this journey, and I felt what he must have felt, standing outside bared to the sky. I could have been like that forever.
Finishing my tea, I went back to my room and my bed, forgetting my little covering there on the deck. Emily stirred, and I reached out and traced a finger on her delicate arm, raising goosebumps there. She let out a sigh.
"Good morning."
"Mmmm."
"You were up late," I smiled, trailing my finger down closer to her hand, hesitating by her wrist, and touching my way back up to her shoulder.
"Yeah," she giggled and stretched, "we did it again one more time after you left."
"Great," I rolled my eyes in mock displeasure, "I just hope you're on birth control, missy."
She smiled. She leaned up and kissed me, caressing my face with her hand.
Then she moved to me. Oh, blessed warmth. I held her to me.
I think often about the words we exchanged next. They were powerful words, words I'm still not sure I can define, even after all of these years.
"I love you," she said, interrupting the embrace of our lips for one moment, and it splashed right over and through me, like nothing I had ever felt.
I drew back, fixing a strand of her hair. "Yeah." I said. I know. "I love you, too."
Looking back on this over the passage of years, of loves and triumphs and sorrows, I smile. Two young women, pledging their love, who had barely even touched each other. What I wish for, across the years, is not taking back those words, but that there had been more of the touching, back then.
But such thoughts were far from me, then. My doubts, that morning, were of a more immediate sort. "What about Jordan?" I asked, tracing her nipple with my fingers.
"I don't know," she said, rolling back and smiling contentedly. "We'll see how it goes. For now, we're just ... I don't know."
"No, I mean, what about this?" And I kissed her again, taking her whole breast in my hand.
She smiled. "Are you kidding? Isn't it every man's fantasy?" We laughed. I liked laughing with her.
She wanted a drink and I told her about the tea and hot water I'd left in the kitchen. "I'm going to get in the shower," I said. "Come in when you're done with your tea and I'll leave the water on for you."
She stroked my arm once and got up, leaving my room in her underthings. I watched the small round back of her panties, how they moved as she left the room. She was a beautiful young woman.
Still naked myself, I crossed the hall to the bathroom.
Standing under the hot water, after soaping and rinsing myself, I let myself reach down and explore my desire.
I opened easily. Our kiss had done that to me. I wondered, was I turning into a lesbian? I thought of her cuddling behind me in bed late at night and I thought, if that is being a lesbian, well, I don't know. It felt nice.
Touching myself, I wondered if I could touch her, there. Could I let her touch me there? We hadn't even come close to it. I didn't know how to begin. But something rising inside me wanted to learn.
Just then Emily came in to the bathroom, closing the door, holding my nightshirt, while I touched myself.
"Someone...." Then she stopped. Watching me.
I had not stopped. Did not stop. The hot water cascading down my bare body, and oh, God, very self-conscious, I kept softly rubbing that place.
Emily watched for a moment, not saying a word, then slipped out of her undies and top, and stepped into the water beside me. Kissing my shoulder inside the streams of hot water, she slid her hand under mine. I gave way to her. This. This was how it began.
I thought, later, that maybe I was supposed to do something for her. But my mind could focus on nothing but the warm waves of pleasure she gave to me with her hand. I clung to her, curled myself around her, as I came for her then. She stroked me softly afterwards, raising my face to hers, and we kissed once more in the arms of the water.
"Now get out of here!" she playfully pushed on my shoulders. "I need room to wash my hair."
I stepped out on the mat and reached for a towel, keeping my gaze on her body as I tended my hair. She saw me watching her. "Hello? Privacy!" she crowed, and pretended to cover herself from me.
I smiled, and turned to go.
"Oh wait. ... please?" she called after me, gestured for me, and I drew myself closer. She reached out a wet hand and played it across both of my nipples, making them rise for her. "Do you know?" Her head tilted.
She let her hands stop on me. "I meant what I said about these."
"They are perfect." She squeezed one, gently.
I blushed, savoring her touch.
"Thank you," was all that I could think of to say. Her hand fell from me.
I bent down and picked up my nightie and carried it back toward my room. |
Maybe Massage with CUM Ch. 01 | 17,245 | 4.54 | 2,115,453 | [
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"Good . Yeh, great."
"No, really. How are you this morning?"
"OK" Tema answered. "I feel fine today."
Her partner continued. "Are you up for this?"
"Yeh. Looking forward to it. I feel a lot better than yesterday. You know me. Sometimes I just think too much."
He knew this was an 'easy out', but the main thing was that she was ready for today. They could go over the rest in more detail when she was ready.
"His name is Charles and he is new. Details submitted put him in his mid-thirties and well off. He has no physical problems listed. The reason he gave was that it helps him relax more than anything else."
Tema's voice was calm and clear. "Sounds fine. No problems. How long?"
"Initially an hour but he has requested that the longer option be kept open."
They parked and he followed her down the sidewalk. A fine looking woman. The tight short white leather skirt showed her every move. Moves accentuated by the obscenely high heel shoes she had become so confident wearing. The white certainly did it for him. Contrasting her long dark hair and giving her that 'I'll be your head nurse look'. The very low cut, white top, so tight across her tits and then loose down to the skirt finished the picture. She looked good enough to eat.
"I love you." He said.
Formalities at the door were quick and painless. Charles parting with $150 and Tema leaving a business card on the hall table.
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Tema followed Charles into what looked like a spare room, leaving her partner in the lounge. She took a quick glance at him to reassure herself that he was OK. Some clients were uncomfortable with his presence but soon realized that, if her partner was not in the next room, Tema was not there.
Sitting relaxed in the expensive lounge he could hear groans coming from the next room. There was no mistaking it. Some were Charles' response to pain. He knew only too well how one of her massages could hurt. This was understandable as Tema was not small or frail. She had a deceptive strength in her hands and arms. Hell! The woman loved to wrestle and now that she was giving massages regularly her strength was developing.
Another groan and Charles closed his eyes. They did not remain closed for long as he did not want to miss any of the sight in front of him. Her wonderful red lips were one of her outstanding features, her eyes another. When she smiled her whole face smiled. She was smiling now. She did enjoy her work. His eyes then moved to her breasts. They were large and barely contained by the very low cut top. The top produced ample cleavage and left the top part of each nipple exposed. Well the top part of each areola was clearly visible, and Tema's were large. Charles was mesmerized though this was not unusual for Tema as many of her low cut tops exposed these parts of her nipples. She loved showing them and loved the reaction she got from men. She kept her large breasts well tanned by nude sunbathing in her back yard and her large, dark areolas were often visible through her tops. This woman genuinely loved to expose her tits and would often expose them completely while driving near trucks. She did not need her partner to encourage her. She did it while driving alone as well. She did not hide this and would tell her partner after each event and this often lead to great sex.
At the moment though, they were being devoured by Charles' eyes. He was on his back and getting his initial rubdown and oiling. Over on to his belly now and he seemed to gain more courage.
"Would you consider a few extras?"
"Maybe"
"Would you consider..."
"Maybe"
She answered each of his special requests with a deep 'maybe'.
"Maybe Massage" said Charles. "Very cleaver"
More money changed hands and Tema settled in to work on his back. Her tits were fully exposed now and swayed as she worked. They were large and firm and each ended in a magnificent nipple. 15 minutes later Charles was on his back with eyes wide and pleasure written across his face.
He was more like mid-forties than mid-thirties, but he was in good condition. He had made some intelligent small talk and Tema felt at ease with him. After another 15 minutes she pulled on the gloves and liberally soaked his belly and thighs with oil.
Now SHE was focused. She worked his abdomen and thighs, carefully avoiding contact with his fiercely erect cock, while never taking her eyes from it.
Tema was still fascinated by them. She had seen a few in her time but not as many as 'you' might think. With limited sexual experience she had entered a single-partner relationship in her teens. This had lasted till her early thirties and had severely limited the expression of her sexuality, both with others and sadly, with herself. This had changed in the last year or two and with the venture into this new business, she was making up for lost time.
But for now she was focused on a cock. She loved the way they grew large and firm, often enjoying and prolonging each phases along the way. Sometimes cocks reacted to the sight of her. Sometimes they reacted to her touch. But occasionally they reacted to her sexuality. To the fact that she did what she was doing now and enjoyed it. These were the best. When someone took the time to explore the psychological side of her sexuality, this turned her on as much as any physical act. To accept her sexuality and enjoy her for it, to love her for it, that was amazing.
She refocused. By now both hands were working the oil-soaked cock and balls, independent of her conscious thought. Now the groans were unrelated to pain.
Another question and another 'maybe' and Charles had access. His hands roamed over both magnificent tits, settling on the nipples. Charles was gently squeezing them between finger and thumb, experimenting with pressure, rolling and pulling. There was no mistake, she preferred straight pressure with a slight pull. As he increased pressure her hands worked more energetically on his cock.
She was good. She would get him close ...on the edge... then ease the tempo and pressure, shifting her attention to the shaft. It was a nice cock she decided. A little longer than her partners but not as thick. (There were places she really craved the thickness.) An attractive cock here and that raised the level of HER enjoyment. For there was no mistaking it, she was enjoying this too.
Charles was sweating now. Several times he thought he would cum but Tema had different plans. Several times pre-cum had bubbled from his cock and this seemed to intrigue this wonderful sexual, sensual woman. She would touch the cum on his cock with a gloved finger and lift the finger, intently watching the string of cum joining the two.
By now Tema was wet and aware of the sensations coming from her nipples. She was not aware of just how much pressure Charles was applying to these big fantastic nipples. It was all too much for Charles. She was using 2 hands, moving them up and down as well as rotating them. Few cocks could last long under this treatment and this cock was no exception.
Though she was ready for the cum. She was not ready for the force with which it was released. The first stream hit her chin, left a ribbon across her cheek and ended with many creamy droplets in her beautiful wavy dark hair. By moving back a little she was ready for the second shot, she thought. But by moving back while still holding this beautiful cock she only succeeded in aiming it lower. The second blast hit her exposed tits.
Fuck she thought as she looked at her tits. Both were covered in a large quantity of thick creamy cum. She loved watching the ribbons of cum fly through the air, but wearing them was not part of the plan. The next ribbon went harmlessly into the air and the rest ran down her gloved fingers to pool at the base of the cock.
Wow that was amazing, she thought, but simply said.
"Mmmmm that was nice." Charles was breathing heavily (surprise, surprise) and staring at Tema. Charles looked at the thick line of cum running up her chin and across her cheek and at the drops in her hair. Then he looked at her cum-soaked tits. Tema's hands were still on his hard cock. She was not working it, just looking and admiring the volume of cum it produced.
"You look unbelievably good." He stammered. "Thank you Tema, that was wonderful. "I have not cum like that in years. You truly are fantastic."
His voice brought her back.
"Mmmmm I enjoyed you too. I hope you are relieved and satisfied." She said.
She was standing, both hands still gently wrapped around the cock, looking at Charles, who had one of those 'cat who swallowed the canary' looks across his face.
Charles had a cum fetish and could not tear his eyes from the sight in front of him. This beautiful woman was standing there in conversation with him, while some of the cum on her cheek ran down to join the cum on her chin. It then formed a long dangling strand (as only cum can) that swayed from her chin each time she spoke. A blob of the cum on her left tit slid down to the nipple and there was another ribbon of com dangling from it. The contrast of the dark tanned nipple and the creamy cum was beautiful. This was a fantasy cum true.
What amazed Charles most was that she was totally relaxed and comfortable with her current condition. Tits exposed, cum on her face and covering her tits and in her hair...his cum...and she still had her hands around his cock. This really was a lifetime memory in the making.
"Did you cum?"
"No." She replied. "But it was nice and I loved your powerful squeezing of my nipples."
"Didn't I hurt them?"
"No. I need at least that much pressure to get the sensation."
Several of the drops of cum in her hair dropped onto her forehead and started to slide down.
"So HONESTLY, did you really enjoy that."
"Yes definitely." She replied. A large dripping from her chin onto her right nipple.
"But, a 'working girl' enjoying her work." He said in disbelief. "Surely that is unheard of."
"OH I'm not a 'working girl'. I have a regular well paying job, as does my partner. We just do this to satisfy my urges and curiosity, and for a little extra holiday money."
Still disbelieving Charles continued. "Doesn't your partner mind?"
"No." Tema said, shaking her head and causing more drops to leave her hair and join the cum already sliding down to rest on her eyebrow. Charles wished he had a camera recording this show. He makes his living with cameras and when he really wants one there are isn't one handy.
"Why should he. I don't love you. I'm not going behind his back or lying to him. I'm not exposing myself to disease." She paused and looked down at her cum covered tits.
"Oh. Yes, well this does not normally happen. I seemed to get a little carried away with you today. And this is not too great a risk." She moved to turn as she finished speaking. Charles caught her hand.
"Please wait a moment. You look absolutely fantastic. You look gorgeous to me right now. Right now, you are a fantasy of mine cum true. And a fantasy of millions of others too, I'm sure.
She replied. "Well I know my partner would enjoy this sight. He has a major 'cum fetish'. Removing her hand from his, she stood back for him to admire."
"Do you like the way I look?" She asked playfully.
"OH GOD YES" He replied.
She swayed her tits from side to side and turned her head so the cum covered side of her face was towards Charles. She extended her tongue and sensually ran it around her lips, careful not to get any cum on it.
"Do you like the look of cum on my tits? Your cum splattered all over my tits and nipples. Your cum all over my face. In my hair and ready to drop into my eyes. Do you like that?"
"OH GOD YES" Charles, groaning again now.
"Do you like it dripping from my chin?" She moved her jaw.
"OH GOD YES"
"Do I look good standing here talking to you with your cum covering me and not even trying to clean it off. Does it excite you to know that I enjoy standing here, in front of a man, covered in his cum and talking to him?"
"OH GOD YES"
She raised her gloved hand with his cum still thick on the back of her fingers. She turned her hands and brought them to her open mouth.
"Would you like to see me lick it off?"
"OH GOD YES"
She did not do this. Instead she scooped several large globs off her tits and held them expertly above her face and open mouth.
"Would you like to see this cum drop into my mouth or would you rather see it drop all over my face?"
"OH GOD YES" This articulate, intelligent man had his entire conversational skills reduced to three words, and in this case they didn't even answer the question. Continuing her 'role' she smiled at him and asked.
"Would it have been better if I had knelt down in front of you so you could have shot that huge load all over my face and into my mouth?"
"OH GOD YES"
"Would you want me to open my mouth and let you see your cum in my mouth?"
"OH GOD YES"
"Would you like me to be your 'cum slut', and do anything you ask me to? To beg for your cum and lick it off anything while you take photos."
No answer this time. Just a grunt as Charles came again. Tema was safe this time as the cum just oozed down over his own fingers.
As Charles used a towel to wipe his hands and cock, Tema used one of her warm moist towels to clean herself up. Charles spoke as they cleaned.
"You are a very sexual person Tema."
"Mmmmm it's a large part of my life and after trying to deny it for nearly 15 years, I have finally accepted it. I am usually more careful than today and I am faithful to my partner. That is, I do not enter any sexual contact without his knowledge and without protection." She paused to think. "We both enjoy a variety of sexual experiences with little guilt. Our path is one of shared sexual experiences, Made possible by our love and mutual respect. I have seen spirituality described as a person's exploration of the self. Examining the meaning to their life and their interactions with others. Is this so separate from sexuality. If a definition like this is acceptable, does it not place a person's sexuality deep inside their spirituality. Can the two be separated? However, the majority of our sexual experiences involves only the two of us."
As he spoke Tema knew the intelligent Charles had returned. Evolution was cruel to give males a cock and a brain...but only enough blood to run one at a time.
"That sounds like a very unusual relationship. It is certainly outside most people's perception of normal."
"Tema spoke with a degree of sadness in her voice. "Yes I think religion and 'moral crusaders' have an unnatural power over peoples behavior. If you remove religion and social prohibitions from the last hour, it could be seen as a healthy woman experiencing an intimate time with a healthy man. Even bringing this man a degree of relief and happiness, while enjoying the experience herself. Doesn't sound sinister to me. Don't see any mutilated bodies. Don't see anyone being held against their will. Try as I might, I can't see the harm. My only concern is that my partner remains at ease with what we do and that I don't let societies narrow and bigoted view, damage my self esteem."
The words Charles spoke showed his awe with this woman. "I have never known anyone remotely like you Tema. I am mesmerized by you and your openness, in fact by your total sexuality. You are truly captivating. Can I see you again?"
"Remember Charles. This is a business arrangement. I have no intention of meeting you."
"Yes of course." Charles spoke quickly.
"I did not mean it as it sounded. I meant can I make another booking?"
"Yes of course. Just follow the online procedure you followed last time." Tema's voice now had a business-like tone.
She was heading for the door. One last question please. Was Charles pushing his luck here?
"What turns you on? What is your sexual fetish? A woman like you must have at least one."
"I am able to enjoy all types of sexual activities I have tried so far. However, the one that does it for me physically is Anal." Tema replied as if she was ordering a coffee. "In particular?" Charles pushed.
"All aspects of anal. On my partner and on myself. Insertions and much more. But that is another story."
"Could I use my hands and toys on your ass next time?" Charles asked.
"Maybe." She said as she pulled the door closed behind her.
Did Tema return? Did Charles get his wish? How did Tema's partner react to her story of her time with Charles? What experiences has Tema had with her other 'clients'? Is it true that this was only her 6th client?" "What were Tema's other meetings like?"
There is so much more to tell. But the most important question is: Does such a woman exist?
"OH GOD YES"
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AUTHORS NOTE: Tema has many more adventures to experience and she has promised to share these with me. She has also agreed to share the stories of the clients she has had to date. |
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"daughter",
"neighbor"
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*This is the sixth chapter of a story that has grown well beyond its intended length and subject matter. I am no longer writing it - it is writing itself. My fingers are slaves to my imagination.
Harvey and his daughter Annie joined Harry Cocksworth and his twin daughters at an overnight private party. Arcuda Zenellis, chairman of an international conglomerate, is celebrating his company's new invention, an adhesive named FasTack, and his daughter Saroya's 22nd birthday. Zenellis has offered $50,000 to each father who suggests a use for FasTack, plus an additional $50,000 if the father fucks someone else's daughter, under the guise of "mentoring."
Mr. Marcus gets stood up by his mentee and goes to bed, only to be woken by a knock on the door.*
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Saroya stood in the doorway, wrapped in the ribbon of brown material like a sculpted mummy. I'd been a daughter-fucker and a mother-fucker. Was I about to become a mummy-fucker? She cradled two books under one arm, and held a hounds-tooth clutch bag in the other. She glanced down the hall in both directions, then stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind her. She was breathing deeply, her chest straining against the fabric.
People don't think about consequences nearly enough. Certainly I don't, or I would have used protection when I was fucking Annie's friends. Although, in some of those situations, there was barely time to get in and out, if you get my meaning, let alone prepare. The hounds-tooth pattern on Saroya's bag reminded me of her father. He was wealthy and powerful, and a force to be reckoned with. So, what would be the consequences if I screwed his daughter? My penis drooped at the thought of getting severed from my torso.
Saroya's voice brought me back. "You know who I am? "
I nodded, my throat dry. "Of course. Saroya, the birthday girl," I rasped. Weren't they always?
"I am here to learn from you. "
"Uh, what subjects? ' Best to be precise in these matters.
She held the books out to me with both hands. Her forearms pushed her breasts together. Even under all of that wrapping, they were considerable. The books were labeled Calculus and Physics.
God, did I remember any of that stuff from college? "Okay. Have a seat. "
Saroya chose to sit on the edge of the bed. "This is my first time. I've never had a mentor at the other parties. "
It was inconceivable that a beautiful young woman like Saroya hadn't shacked up with somebody before. "I'm honored that you were assigned to me. " Maybe she was just being coy.
"Father hides me away from these opportunities. " She opened one of the books in her lap and looked up at me with large brown eyes. "I chose you as my mentor. You are the only guest who ever spoke directly to me. No one else ever wished me a happy birthday."
Everybody else was as scared of Zenellis as I was. "You weren't assigned? "
"No. I bribed my guard to allow me to escape. " She touched her right ear. A diamond stud in her left ear told me what she'd traded.
Guard? "You get locked up? " Zenellis must be irrationally protective of his daughter. All the more reason to keep my distance. Cut off my dick? Probably my head!
"Father must think me untrainable, or unpresentable. Why else would he lock me up at these events? "
To keep her from letches like me. "How many have there been? "
"Every year since I turned eighteen. "
So Zenellis had been running this scam for five years, gathering ideas for his products for peanuts, and promoting sex of adult males with daughters of co-workers and friends. I can see how the ideas are profitable, but why does he pay for the sex? How does he benefit? I mean, he himself only gets one girl a year. That can't sustain him!
A knock interrupted my intelligence gathering.
"Father! " whispered Saroya. "He cannot find me here. "
Damn stright!
Saroya threw her books under the desk. One bounced off a leg. She kicked it out of sight, and then ran towards the closet.
"First place he'll look. And forget the bathroom. "
Saroya bent over to glance under the platform bed. God, what a terrific ass! "This side is open." Saroya threw herself on the floor and scooted under the bed. I smoothed my shirt, but my pants had a lump. I opened the door. Annie stuck her head in. "Anybody else here? Did your student show up? "
I pulled the door wide so she could see I hadn't been disturbed in the middle of coitus.
She was back awfully quick. "How was it with Mr. Zenellis? " I noticed that the sleeves and pants legs of Annie's outfit were cockeyed. In fact, every seam was crooked or had gaps.
"I wasn't very polite. I laughed when I wasn't -' Annie whipped her head at the shuffling sound.
Saroya had wiggled out from under the bed and stood up. Her brown wrap had shifted but was intact. "It is dangerous to laugh at my father, " said Saroya, brushing dust bunnies from her body.
"Wow! Lucky Dad got the birthday girl. Far out! I'm Annie." She extended her hand, but Saroya declined.
"What happened?" I asked.
"He was nice enough, at first. His room was really warm. He offerd me a drink, of that same punch we had at the party. It tasted different, more bitter maybe. Anyway, we started talking about school and classes. He asked if I had a steady boyfriend, which I don't." Annie sneered. Was her lack of social life suddenly my fault?
Annie continued, "He asked if I did sports, and I told him soccer. He asked me to show him how I'd warm up for a game. So I did stretches and bends and stuff. That's when my clothes started coming apart."
That explained the uneven seams and gaps.
"The sleeves fell off and the legs, Pretty soon I was grabbing at what was still left, to keep my privates covered."
Saroya approached my daughter and ran her fingertips over the seams at Annie's shoulder. "The outfits must have been put together with a specific formulation of FasTack, one that is heat sensitive. Oh my! Father wanted your clothes to fall off? But why? What would be gained?"
Man, was Saroya naive or what? Costumes for all the dads and daughters, held together by Zenellis's miracle adhesive that fails under high temperature. Fall-away sleepwear! I never would have thought of something like that. Too bad.
"He dropped his robe before I could say anything. That's when I giggled. Your dad has a dinky dick."
Saroya's hand went to her mouth.
Annie sat on the bed, Indian style. "Well, not as thin as a pencil. Only three or four inches and thin as a Magic Marker. Oh yeah, and not as permanent. He demanded I lay down on the bed. My head was spinning. I must have done it, The next thing I knew, he was on top of me, sticking it in."
"No! Father would never have intercourse with some strange girl. I won't believe your lies!"
"Who are you calling strange, mummy girl?" asked Annie. "Believe it or not. I was still juicy from you, Dad. He said I was a sloppy fuck and told me to get out."
"You and your father had sex?" Saroya must have been suffering from an overdose of information. She plopped down.
"Better than what what your dad gave me! He didn't last sixty seconds."
"You're lying. Father would never do such a thing. He is a role model to me."
"Next time you see him, show him a little skin and see how he reacts. You'll be on your back, legs up faster than you can get out of that dorky wrap!"
Saroya put her face in her hands. She was breathing erratically and muttering something in a foreign laangyage.
"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." Annie winked and moved towards the door.
Nothing like dumping the truth on someone and walking away. "We're not going to do anything except maybe calculus. You can stay."
"Why? Mr. Cocksworth is across the hall. He'll be happy to see me, I bet."
No wager. "Are you still interested?"
"Sure am! I'm practically dripping. Her father left me plenty horny."
"Doesn't his size worry you? I know how much you can take but, hell, he's -"
"No sweat." Annie paused in mid step. "Say, can I borrow your tool bag?"
"Sure, but what's that got to do with - oh, never mind." There was no stopping Annie when she'd made up her mind.
"Trust me!" Annie left, closing the door behind her.
Saroya lifted her head, face stained with tears. "I'm so ashamed. Father told me that these mentoring sessions were educational, that my private tutors were sufficient and I did not need to participate."
How old would Saroya have to be before he'd let her have sex? Never, probably. There was another knock, this one bolder.
Before I could check through the security peep hole, Saroya dove to the floor and hid under the bed. One of the twins stood outside, naked! I couldn't see if she had a birthmark on her pussy from this angle. I opened the door and she stepped in, smelling like a tavern. "What happened to you?" I asked.
She bounced onto the bed. "You know that fat guy, the cigar smoker? He stuck his stoagie in my pussy and told me to smoke it. Son of a gun, I did it!" She had a look of satisfaction for a perverted job well done. "Then he had me blow him. After that, he ignored me. When he ordered up room service, I split."
Sometime during the twin's monologue, Saroya crawled out.
The twin was startled. "Hey, aren't you the -
"Yes, I am Saroya Zenellis. Who are you?" "Name's Randi. What were you two doing?"
"Talking," I said.
"Yeah, sure, and that's your microphone?" Randi was pointing to the front of my pants.
My dick made a tent. Saroy's jaw dropped at the sight. "Oh my heavens! You're swollen!"
I tried to ignore my physical reaction to Saroya's curves and Randi's nakedness. "When you went to your tutor's room, he didn't ask you to, you know -"
"The only thing I tooted was his cigar down here," she pointed to her exposed pussy, "and his dick in my mouth."
Saroya's jaw was open. Under other circumstances, I might have placed my bare cock in front of her, to see what might develop. But not her, and certainly not with a witness.
Another knock interrupted us.
"Could you please check? Its dusty and nasty under there," pleaded Saroya.
I nodded and peered through the hole. It was Brandi, the other twin. I opened the door. Brandi comes in with a cup of punch in her hand. The twins hugged.
"What is this, a fucking convention?" I asked.
Randi plastered herself to my side and rubbed my chest. "It could be."
I moved her away gently. "What's your story?" I asked Brandi.
"I'd rather not say."
Brandi probably hid in a closet somewhere until sufficient time had passed. Too bad I couldn't follow up on her mother's instructions and take her to bed.
"You all can't stay here. Saroya, you have to go back before you're missed."
The twins moved towards the door. "Where do you think you're going?"
"We need to go back to our room," said Randi. She was grinning from ear to ear. "Daddy is waiting for us."
"He might still have company." Like Annie. What would they do to my daughter if they found her fucking their father?
"Gee, you're right," said Brandi.
Randi added, "And we want him all to ourselves."
"Hold on! Remember what I said about behaving? You won't go across the hall and fuck your father. I forbid it!" Maybe if I was adamant enough, they'd obey and save my success fuck with their mom.
"Oh dear!" Saroya's face returned to her cupped hands.
"Brandi, would you like to have sex tonight?"
"Oh, I kinda sorta did." She glared at my tented trousers. "You mean with you?"
I decided not to ask the details. Not that I would throw Brandi out of bed, but she'd been so hesitant in the past, I decided she should start with a more diminutive organ. "No. Mr. Zenellis is reported to be lightly equipped. Perhaps he'd be a good first choice. That is, if you're interested." That would keep one of them away from Harry.
Saroya's head came up. Her eyes were daggers. "You're sending her to have intercourse with Father? What kind of man are you?"
"A considerate one. Maybe he'll appreciate the gesture and not kill me for spending time alone with you tonight. Annie told me he isn't too large. Might be a good first, uh, second experience. Not to mention distract him from learning his daughter escaped."
"You think so?"
Perhaps Saroya was beginning to understand the complexities of the situation. And, she didn't know anything about Joy's promise. I nodded.
The twins buzzed in each other's ears.
"Can we use the potty first?" asked Randi.
"Sure, go ahead."
Brandi, blue ribbon, and Randi, red ribbon, ran for the bathroom, giggling and jiggling, leaving me with Saroya.
"Are you really sending one of those girls to have intercourse with Father?"
"Why not? He fucked Annie, and not particularly well. As the host, shouldn't he have a good time?" Made sense to me. I mean, who set up this distorted reality in the first place?
"You treat intercourse so casually. Should there not be something more, something romantic, something emotional?" Saroya was wise but impractical. Sequestering had done its damage.
"That's the best kind, under the best of circumstances, for sure. But see what your father has created here? Musical chairs sex."
"What is this musical furniture? I have never heard of such a thing."
"I mean, matching up fathers with other people's daughters, almost at random. Besides, haven't you ever had an itch between your legs, that you really, really need scratched?" As soon as I said it, I knew I'd been too blunt.
She blushed, turning a darker brown. "I will admit, I have pleasured myself on those occasions."
I knew the answer before I asked. "No boyfriend?"
"Oh no! Father does not permit it. He tells me that I must wait for the right young man, someone worthy of me."
Every father feels that way. We all want our best for our children.
Randi with a red ribbon bounced out of the room, buck naked. Brandi strolled out dressed, blue ribbon in her hair, hands behind her back, breasts thrust forward.
"So you didn't know your father arranged these sessions for guests like us to get fucked?" asked Randi.
"Such language! I never did! Honestly! I have always been prohibited from participating, as I explained."
"Well, I'm not buying it. I'll send your daddy your regards." Brandi chuckled. "I know, I know, keep my mouth shut." She opened the door and stepped into the hall, then stuck her head back in. "Awful hard to give a blow job that way." The door shut behind her.
Randi was hanging on my arm. "Wait until you get a lesson from Mr. M.. He's great!" My left sleeve came off.
"Oh, goodie!" She switched to the other side. The right sleeve detached with little effort. Damn, the room was getting warm, and the FasTack adhesive was failing.
"She was here ahead of me," said Randi. "Are you going to make love to her? Or can I go first? Or come first?" She giggled at her joke.
"I am not going to have sexual intercourse with you." Saroya's hand stung against my cheek.
All of my memories with Randi were great ones. Another opportunity between her thighs wasn't something to be avoided. Besides, she was already undressed. "All right, then you won't mind if Randi and I get comfy? I filled my hand with Randi's ass cheek. She jumped.
"In fact, I insist you do. This can still be a learning experience for me."
"How's that?" Randi's hands were on my ass, slipping lower with each passing second.
"I am well-versed in the details of the Kama Sutra, the bible of love making. I practically memorized all of the positions, but I have only seen them as illustrations. You can pose for me, so I can see them -"
"In the flesh?" I asked. Why not? This might add some variety to the two positions I'd practiced: front to front, and front to back.
"First, you must remove the remainder of your -"
Randi grabbed my pants from behind and pulled. They broke away. My erection pointed at Saroya.
Her jaw dropped. Oh my! You certainly are well-endowed. Your lingam is bigger than the ones in the illustrations."
"My what?"
"Lingam is the term for that - your penis. And that -" she pointed between Randi's thighs, "- is called a yoni. Have you had augmentation surgery?"
"Nope. One hundred percent real." I stepped forward. As long as I wasn't going to fuck her, I could at least contribute to her education. "You can touch it if you'd like."
She shuffled back. "That's all right."
"Your loss." Randi's hand took my erection in hand.
Saroya showed glimmers of her dad's power. "To get your bodies prepared, you must perform acts of foreplay."
Randi and I faced each other. The telltale beauty mark between her breasts gave me assurance. I placed my arms around her, holding her naked body against mine. On tippytoes, She parted her legs, and my erection slid through. She giggled as our genitals came into contact. We kissed. Her lips were sweeter than I remembered. Randi was assertive, rubbing her body against mine.
"Why don't you lay back on the bed?" Saroya was obviously enjoying giving us orders.
I assumed a flat position, leaning up on my elbows.
"You - Randi? - squat above him, facing me."
Randi hovered over my groin, in a catcher's stance.
"Good. Now, place his -"
"My name is Harvey." I hate getting referred to in third person, especially when I'm in the fucking room.
"Oh yes, of course. Place Harvey's lingam -
Randi had alreay taken my dick in hand and was rubbing it along her slit. She was moist, anxious for penetration.
"Good, you've positioned it at your yoni. Now lower yourself slowly."
I expected Randi to come down hard. Instead, she followed Saroya's direction. I was a couple of inches in, and loving it. Randi's cunt was a tight fit, despite our previous encounter and her exploits earlier that evening.
Saroya walked around the bed, studying us. "Put the flat of your feet on his thighs." Randi did as Saroya asked. "Perfect! This is a gentle position, for mild penetration."
"So when do we start fucking?" Randi asked.
Someone knocked at the door.
Saroya checked the peephole. She turned and silently mouthed "Father!" She grabbed her purse and threw it under the desk. It popped open, scattering its contents. There was no time to clean up. She fell to the floor and shuffled under the bed.
"What's going on? Aren't we going to -"
I shooshed Randi. "Who is it?" I hollered.
No answer.
"I'm a litle busy right now. Come back -"
The door blew open. It was Zenellis and two others. One was as big as a wrestler. The other, smaller with one of those ear-mounted phones and a PDA.
"Good evening, Mr. Marcus. You are a busy man, aren't you?" The small guy whispered in Zenellis's ear. "This is not the young woman you're supposed to be mentoring." He moved to the edge of the bed while his gorilla stomped through the room, into the bathroom, came out and pushed the closet door aside. This was a room-to-room search for his daughter. Brandi was supposed to keep him occupied, but had obviously failed. So, where was she?
Zenellis placed his hands on Randi's breasts. "But I can see why you found this one unavoidable." More whispers. "Which of the Cocksworth twins are you?"
"B-b-brandi."
Oh shit! They'd traded places again? Joy practically ordered me to fuck Brandi, so this wasn't a completely bad thing. Was I her first? She hadn't said a word when she'd showed up. Where was Randi, if she wasn't with Zenellis? With Harry? Dreams of shacking up with Joy flew out the window. Everything was out of control!
Brandi shifted positions, my prick still in her, but softening due to our visitors.
"I am looking for my daughter," said Zenellis.
"I didn't know it was my day to keep track of her."
"Arrogant, for a man in your position."
I liked the position I was in, with a nubile semi-virgin perched halfway down my dick. Mouthing off was keeping my adrenalin and blood pumping. "Why don't you start with the guest who was supposed to tutor her tonight? Now there's a lucky SOB."
"If this young lady was not impaled on your penis, I'd have Gregor beat you." Zenellis glanced at the scanner on top of the TV. "Did you both scan your id cards?" Zenellis turned to his data assistant, who tapped on the PDA, then shook his head. "This is concentual, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes." Brandi was moaning and cooing. "I really wanted it. So bad, I swapped places with my sister."
My card was still attached to my shirt on the floor. Brandi's, or rather Randi's, was on the desk. Zenellis walked to the TV and scanned both of our cards. He paused at the desk and picked up Brandi's paper cup. "Glad you enjoying my special concoction, my dear. I call it Horny Juice."
So Zenellis was drugging the young women, making them more likely to bed their mentors. Maybe even seduce them?
"Now that we have you on video, why don't you show me some of your technique?"
I glanced at the dome I'd taped over.
Zenellis followed my gaze. "You are a smart one. Too bad you identified the false camera."
I squinted at the ceiling above the bed. There was a small hole that I hadn't noticed before. Bastard! Now he's got something on me. The only thing I hate more than an audience is someone taping my sexual exploits.
I was captive to Brandi's movement, and she evidently had lost patience with my conversation with Zenellis. It was tiny humping, but more than enough to keep me up in her tight pussy.
"I started with you, Mr. Marcus, because only you had the audacity to speak with my daughter," said Zenellis. "No one has ever done that, in all the years of this outing. As a direct response to your question, Saroya does not get a mentor, in the sense of which we speak. She is not ready."
"So she's a virgin, and you'll decide when she'll have her first sexual experience?"
"Precisely." Zenellis came back to the bed. "Now she must study and become prepared to assume my corporate duties. None of us are getting any younger. She has but three years to prepare, you see."
Zenellis was planning on putting a 25-year-old virgin in charge of his corporate empire? What was he going to do in retirement, seduce young women door-to-door?
Brandi yelped. Had Zenellis pinched her nipples?"
"I hope you find her," I said. "Since she's not here, can we get a little privacy?"
"You do not like me. It is quite clear. Perhaps that is because we are so much alike. For example, we both enjoy the company of younger women, no?"
"Yes. Preferably in private."
Zenellis untied the belt of his robe. "I have a saying. To waste an opportunity is a sin. Do you know this saying?"
"Like, 'waste not, want not'?"
"Very good, but I like mine better. So, you do agree?"
"Maybe. So what?"
"This is such an opportunity. Young lady, if you would be so kind." Zenellis held Brandi's hand and guided her in a one hundred eight degree turn. She was facing me, and my penis hadn't left her pussy. The horizontal motion twisted my penis. The feeling was unusual, but nice. "Good, now take it all in. That's right, spread your legs, but hold your cute little ass high."
The small man produced a unmarked silver tube from his jacket pocket. "A bit of lubrication." Zenellis's robe fell open. Annie was right. Zenellis's dick was about the size of a magic marker. Bastard was going to take Brandi's cherry ass. The tube slipped from his fingers and bounced to the floor. THe small man went to retrieve it.
"Leave it. Perhaps Mr. Marcus is not done for the night."
Facing me, Brandi writhed, taking me deeper. I was holding her ass, trying to smooth out her jerky motion. Zenellis positioned himself behind her. When his hands touched mine, I pulled them back. Then it dawned on me. The self-important sex merchant was on video himself, fucking Brandi's ass from behind. I guess he could always edit that part out.
Every time Brandi came down on my dick, she got some of Zenellis's dinky tool in her butt.
"Oh God! Oh shit! This is so fucking hot! Two dicks! My sister never had two dicks!"
So competitive! Maybe twins always are? I could neither confirm or deny Brandi's claim. I knew I'd never shared Randi with another guy, but who knows what she'd done on her own? I don't think Zenellis lasted thirty seconds before he grunted and slammed his hips against Brandi's behind.
"There! Very satisfying if I say so myself." He rewrapped his robe. "Good night. Pleasant dreams. Dreams about uses for FasTack, I hope."
Zenellis jerked his head, and the party of three departed as abruptly as they'd come.
I lay frozen, wondering how Saroya would react to her father's admissions.
(To be continued)
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